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The Predator Ch. 01

By: D.C. Roi



Passion In James County VI

The Predator

By D.C. Roi

Chapter one

Jennifer McIntyre rode up to the barn and swung down gracefully from Bosco, the roan stallion she'd raised from a colt. Taking the reins in her hand, she led the tall roan into the barn, then she stripped the saddle and bridle from the horse.

"There you go, boy," she said. "You know what to do next."

Bosco shook his magnificent head then he walked slowly down the barn's center aisle. When he reached his stall, he pushed the door open with his nose and walked inside the stall.

After she put the saddle and bridle in the tack room, Jennifer followed the horse into the stall, grabbed some sacking, and rubbed him down to get the sweat from their hard ride off his body.

While Jennifer wiped him off, the horse munched on some oats in the manger along one wall of the stall, then he drank noisily from the automatic watering trough.

"You like this, don't you, boy?" Jennifer asked. She grabbed a currycomb and began brushing the horse.

Bosco's head moved up and down and he whinnied softly, as if he had understood her question and was responding to it.

Mel Ott, the head stable hand on the farm, watched the Jennifer as she rode up, then walked into the barn, and felt his groin tighten.

Jennifer was a beautiful woman. That she had a finely formed bottom and shapely legs was quite obvious because of the snug jeans she was wearing. Her equally well-shaped upper half was covered by a white T-shirt and paisley satin vest. Her sandy brown hair, which was naturally curly and dangled almost to her bottom, was gathered and held in a long pony tail by a couple of ruffled elastic bands. Her attractive face was flushed from exposure to the cool fall air during her ride.

Mel walked into the barn and pretended to be sweeping, but he was actually leering at Jennifer, who continued to curry Bosco, oblivious to either Mel's presence or his lustful gaze.

Mel reached down and cupped his swelling cock in his hands. "Fucking stuck-up rich bitch," he thought. "I bet she wouldn't mind getting a little of this. Probably wouldn't admit she wants it, though."

Although he'd worked at Jennifer's farm for about a year, Mel didn't much like his female employer who, he had managed to convince himself, treated him like shit.

Mel's perception of his situation was way off. Despite the fact that his pay was better than it had been at the last farm he worked at, and that Jennifer treated him very nicely, Mel talked himself into believing that Jennifer was a snooty bitch, mainly because she had money and class, things he didn't have and never would.

Jennifer finished currying Bosco, put some oats and molasses in the manger for him then she put her arms around the horse's neck and hugged him. "See you later, boy," she said. "I have to go in, get a bath, and get changed. I've got a date tonight."

She released Bosco and turned to leave the stall. As she walked away from the horse, he put his head down and nudged her bottom, as if pushing her.

Jennifer giggled. "I know, boy, you probably think it's about time I have a date, don't you?" she said. "Maybe you're right."

She continued toward the open barn door and as she did she reached up pulled the bands that had gathered hair off, loosing her hair and letting it fall free around her head and shoulders. She shook her head to loosen the hair even more. It was an unconscious gesture, not meant to be seductive, but that's not the way Mel interpreted it.

"Damn!" he thought, as his attractive employer walked out of the barn, loosening her hair and shaking her head. "That fucking rich bitch really is a cock-teaser. One of these days..."

The sound of a tractor motor interrupted his thoughts. Donna Wells, a young girl Jennifer hired to help Mel, drove the tractor, pulling a trailer carrying hay bales, into the barn. She and Mel were supposed to replace the hay in the horse stalls with clean hay.

Mel looked at the young woman on the tractor and a feral smile formed on his lips. If he couldn't have the rich bitch, this one wouldn't so be bad. It was about time she learned who was boss, anyhow. He'd discovered some things about her that would pretty much insure she'd do whatever he wanted her to.

Donna shut the tractor off and jumped down. "Hi, Mel," she said. "Ready to clean out the stalls?"

"Got some stuff needs to be done in the trailer, first," Mel replied, studying the girl. She was slim, almost skinny, and wore her blonde hair cut very short. She was wearing a pink T-shirt with the name of some rock group on it and her petite breasts made tiny bumps in the front of the shirt. The snug cut-off jeans she had on showed that, though slim, her body was rounded in all the right places.

"She'll do," Mel thought, grinning, "if I can't have that rich bitch right now, at least I can have fun with this one."

"What do we need to do in the trailer?" Donna asked, starting toward the end of the barn where the big horse trailer they used to carry horses to shows was kept. "I didn't think we had any shows coming up."

"I'll show you in a second," Mel said. He put down his rake and started after the Donna. "Her ass moves pretty nice when she walks," he thought. "It'll be moving even nicer in a few minutes." Anticipation of what he was about to do made his cock swell even more.

Donna stood next to the trailer, watching Mel approach.

"In front," he said.

The front third of the trailer was made up like a camper. It had a small kitchenette and sleeping area, and allowed Jennifer to stay near her horses when she was participating in horse shows.

Donna walked to the front of the trailer, opened the door, and stepped up inside. Mel followed, closing the door behind him and locking it quietly.

Donna stood there, looking at Mel. She didn't find him in the least attractive, and she didn't think he was very nice, either. He was fat, had a two-day growth of beard, was dirty, and smelled like sweat. She loved working on the farm and adored Jennifer, but having to work with Mel was one of the drawbacks of her job.

"What...what do we need to do in here, Mel?" she asked.

"What do you think?" Mel said, leering at her.

Donna realized what Mel was thinking and was filled with shock and fear. "N...no!" she gasped. "No way, Mel!"

"Oh, yeah, babe," Mel replied, grinning cruelly. "Don't give me that no way shit! You're gonna do exactly what I want. Otherwise..." He held up a marijuana cigarette. "Otherwise I tell your probation officer what I found in your jacket."

"I...I...that wasn't in my jacket," the girl replied. "I..."

Mel grinned. "It don't matter," he told her. "Who do you think your P.O. is gonna believe, me or you? Especially seeing as how you're on probation for possession of marijuana in the first place."

Donna stood there trembling. She didn't know how Mel found out she was on probation, but he had, and now he was using that knowledge to place her under his power. What a mess her life was! How was she ever going to get out of this?

Mel walked to the bed and sat down on it, a cruel smile on his face. Donna hugged herself and could feel herself trembling, both in frustration and anger.

Mel smirked at her. "Ready to make me feel good, babe?" he asked.

Donna didn't respond. She felt dirty under the man's lewd gaze.

"We're wasting time," Mel said, and stood up. "Come on, babe, get naked for me. I wanna see what you look like with your clothes off."

Her hands shaking, Donna followed Mel's orders. She felt she had no other choice. If Mel told her P.O. she had pot, the P.O., who was a real hard-ass, would probably bust her and send her to jail. She could see Mel watching eagerly as she stripped her clothes off. At last, naked, she stood in front of him.

"Hey, for a skinny chick, you ain't that bad. You got a pretty good body," Mel said.

Donna had never felt more degraded in her life.

"Come here," Mel said, gesturing to her.

Donna walked toward him hesitantly. When she was close enough, Mel seized her breasts.

"You know, you got nice tits," Mel said as he mauled them. His touch showed not a trace of tenderness. "Even if they are kinda small. I always liked broads with big tits, but I gotta admit, yours sure as hell ain't bad, not bad at all!"

In spite of her hatred of the man touching her, Donna felt her nipples grow hard under his crude caresses. She had no idea why his crude, painful manipulations were having that effect, but they were!

Abruptly, Mel jammed his hand between her legs and jabbed a finger into her unlubricated vagina. His action was painful and Donna gasped.

"Like that, huh?" Mel said, misinterpreting the girl's reaction. "When I'm done with you, you ain't gonna never forget me."

"That's the truth!" Donna thought as Mel stirred his finger around in her pussy. He began actively finger fucking her and waves of pain swept over her.

After a bit, Mel pulled his finger out and stepped away from her. "Get on the bed," he ordered.

Donna did as she was told. She watched, her insides churning, as Mel opened his pants. Then, holding his erection in his hand and stroking it, he walked to the bed, climbed on, and laid on top of her, his legs between hers.

"You're really gonna like this, babe," Mel said. Without warning, he plunged his erection into Donna.

Mel's precipitate invasion caused Donna still more pain and, as he plunged his cock in and out, she desperately tried to make the pain go away, but she couldn't.

Mel continued jamming his penis into the girl. He felt his balls slapped her ass as he plowed roughly into her.

"Yeah!" he cried. "Yeah, that's it, babe! You like this, doncha! Damn! You sure got a tight pussy!"

Donna bit her lip to stifle moans of pain that threatened to come out. She didn't want to give Mel the satisfaction of showing any response to his use of her.

"Here it comes, babe!" he moaned, "I'm gonna come! You're gonna get a big load!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!! Yeah!!!!"

Donna felt Mel's hot juices pour into her, bathing her vagina with stickiness and heat. "Nooooo!!!" she thought, biting harder on her lip, tears filling her eyes. Mel's powerful thrusts slammed her body against the bed as he came.

Finished, Mel rolled off Donna and sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. "See," he said, "I bet you never had nothin' like that before."

Donna laid there, eyes closed, tears rolling down her cheeks. Finally, she managed to speak. "You...you...got what you wanted, Mel," she stammered "Can...can I go, now?"

"Come on, now, babe! You can't mean that," Mel replied coldly. "We ain't done. No way! I plan to turn you every which way but loose. When I'm done with you, you're gonna be beggin' me to stay."

Donna wanted to cry. She couldn't imagine what else he could want, or how she'd endure it.

"Seeing as how you're so hot for my cock," Mel said, "how about sucking it?"

Donna, hating herself, slid off the bed, knelt in front of him and took his semi-erect penis in her soft hand. As she held the floppy, fleshy tube, which was sticky with his spend, it began to swell and stiffen.

"Yeah, babe!" Mel groaned. "That's it! Suck it!"

Donna knew she had no choice. She sighed softly then she took the swelling cock in her mouth and began to move her head, letting her lips slide up and down over the hardening shaft. She cupped Mel's dangling balls and began rolling them in her hand. She wanted to make him come quickly, to get this over with as soon as possible.

"Yeah! Damn, babe, you really give great head!" Mel yelled as Donna worked her lips up and down on him, faster and faster.

Soon Donna felt Mel's cock began to twitch and throb. Squeezing his balls, she sucked harder.

"Yeah!!! Yeahhh!!!" Mel groaned. "Suck it, babe!!! Here it comes!!!"

Then the man's hot, sticky goo shot into Donna's mouth. Not wanting to swallow it, she let it dribble down her chin, fighting back the urge to vomit.

When Mel fell back on the bed, Donna spit out the sticky fluids that remained in her mouth. Maybe now he'd let her leave.

 Mel sat up. "That was great, babe!" he exclaimed. "You give great head!"

Donna started to stand up. Mel put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. "Stay on your knees, babe. I like the way you look on your knees."

He got off the bed and knelt on the floor behind her. His hands moved over her ass and between her legs. Once more, his fingers skewered into her. This time, mercifully, Donna felt nothing but revulsion. Mel added a second finger to those probing inside her, then a third. 

"Hurts!" she protested as he jammed his fingers into her roughly. Then his other hand reached under her and began tugging on her nipples.

 "Yeah, baby," Mel said, "You're gonna really love what I'm gonna do now!" He jammed his cock into her, surprising her. Donna couldn't believe he was hard again.

"See?" Mel grunted. "You like it, doncha?" He plunged into her, his hands mauling her breasts painfully, his thighs slapping against her ass so hard he almost knocked her flat on the floor of the trailer.

The painful grip on Donna's breasts and powerful thrusts of Mel's body against hers continued until, at last, he moaned and ejaculated then he pulled out of her.

"Wasn't that good, babe?" Mel said, his voice cruel. "We're gonna do this again, ain't we?"

Donna sank flat on the floor and didn't respond.

Mel prodded her with his foot. "We will do this again, won't we?" he asked again.

"Y...yes," Donna replied softly. What choice did she have?

"Good. Be best for you if you understand that," Mel said. "You do understand, don't you, babe?"

Donna nodded. It looked as if she had been trapped into being his sex slave. She had to do what he said, any time he told her to, or he'd send her to jail.

"See ya tomorrow, babe," Mel said. "By the way, you better get that hay taken care of before you leave."

Donna heard the door close and looked around. Mel was gone. She pushed herself up off the floor and stumbled to the bed. After a few minutes, she pulled her clothes back on, left the trailer and, despite feeling worse than she'd ever felt in her life, she finished her work. As she cleaned out the old hay and replaced it with new, tears rolled down her cheeks. She wasn't sure she'd ever feel clean again.

The Predator Ch. 01



He watched her at the bar, his dark eyes following her every move. He was a predator, dangerous yet charming when needed. He always sat in the corner, his back to the wall, a cigarette smoldering in the ashtray. He had watched her come and go from the bar for almost a month. When he had first seen her come in, her shyness and vulnerability had beckoned to him, teasing his senses.

The first night she had come in, she was dressed almost conservatively for the bar crowd that were regulars, a denim skirt that hit barely above her knee, a button down blouse with the top two buttons undone and a pair a strappy sandals. Her long blond hair fell in waves down almost to the curve of her heart shaped ass. "An ass that was made just for my hand", he thought.

As the nights mingled into one another, her demeanor had changed, she still had the underlying shyness and he could still see how vulnerable she was, but this was his area of expertise. He could sense it, like a wild animal. He would have her; there was no doubt in his mind. He would take her, have her and be done with her when he grew tired of the game, and not before.

She liked to play pool and he liked to watch her lean into the pool table, her back arched and ass teasing him as she aimed her shot. He knew that she was aware of him, that she teased him and flirted with him from a distance. She tried to keep her eyes off of him, but he could always sense when her gaze fell on him...an unspoken curiosity. She just didn't know what the consequences would be playing with fire like she was. It was never anything blatant or suggestive...just a quick look, a soft fleeting smile, but her gaze never strayed for long and she was back to stealing quick glances at him. He knew that she could feel the electric energy between the two of them, even though they had never spoken. "Soon", he thought, "very soon and she will be mine."

Each night she would grow a little bolder, the skirt just a wee bit shorter than the previous one, one more button left undone, another drink. He knew she was trying to work up her courage, to drink away her shyness...and yet he continued to sit at his favorite corner table, sipping on the amber whiskey, the cigarette smoldering as usual in the ashtray, his dark eyes watching from hooded lids, not missing a thing.

She had just sunk the eight ball, winning the game against some drunk that had been staring down her shirt as she lined up her shot. The man in the corner had been watching the whole while, getting more and more angry as the drunk seemed to get more and more bold with his stares and comments. She was putting two more quarters in to the table to start another game as he walked up behind her, the echo of his cowboy boots against the tile floor sounding foreign in the bar. One look from him sent the drunk scurrying to the other end of the bar. 

His deep gravelly voice soft in her ear, "may I have the next game?" She responded before turning around, "sure..." her voice trailing off as she turned to see who was behind her. A soft, almost inaudible gasp sounding as she looked up at him. She was only 5'4 in heels and he towered above her, 6'4 at least. His long chestnut hair falling to his shoulders. He gave her a long, slow smile as one of his hands reached up to rake his hair back out of his eyes. His smile turned into almost a grin as he looked into her eyes, her eyes looking like a doe caught in headlights. She glanced quickly around to see that the other bar patrons had slowly moved away, leaving them tucked in the back of the dimly lit area.

"Why don't you get the balls racked up while I get a fresh round of drinks," he said as he walked to the only entrance of the private room. She only nodded and began arranging the balls, her hands shaking almost violently. She was chalking her cue stick as he came striding back in, kicking the door shut behind him. The crash of the door startling her. 

"Tequila, right?" he asked. She could only nod her head in agreement. Her dark, wide eyes meeting his chocolate brown ones. He gave her another long, slow smile as he set down the 2 glasses.

"I'm Mike, but my friends call me Montana", he said. She looked up again at him, and nodded, her soft voice whispering, "nice to meet you, Mike." He tilted his head as he watched her intently, waiting for her to give her name. Her eyes had darted to the ground, her long lashes covering them. He waited a few minutes before finally saying, "I guess I will just call you little girl, ok?" Startled, her head snapped up, her voice just barely above a whisper, "oh....sorry...my name is..." He cut her off before she could complete her sentence, "...little girl", he stated. "No, my name is..." she tried to correct. "No", he interrupted, "your name is little girl because I say it is, got it?" Slowly she nodded, almost automatically dropping her lashes in subjugation. He smiled at her reaction, nodding his head slowly in a knowing way.

"Now, let's play", he stated. "Your break, little girl."

Slowly she walked to the end of the table, slowly bending over as she lined up the cue ball, taking careful aim, her hands still shaking. He leaned back against a bar stool, his long legs crossed at the ankles as he watched her, noting the shaking hands. She sent the cue ball smashing into the other balls, sinking two balls, a solid and a stripe. Slowly walking around the table, she is concentrating on her next shot, the click of her high heels almost the only sound in the private room, the jukebox had just played its last song minutes before.

"Nice shot", he exclaimed. "You're not some kind of pool hall hustler, are ya little girl?" he asked. She smiled shyly, slowly shaking her head, her voice soft, "no, not really, just lucky I guess, I only play slop-shot." He grinned, nodding, trying to ease her tension.

Turning back to the pool table, she bent forward, aiming and striking another ball with the cue ball, sinking it. Again she walked around the table, lining up her shot and sinking yet another one. 

"Are you sure 'bout that, little girl?", he teased.

She looked up from her shot, smiled and nodded, "yes, quite sure." 

Re-focusing on her shot, she lined up her stick, putting a little too much gusto into the shot, the white sinking instead. She had scratched. Smiling up to him, "see...just slop shot", she said.

He only nodded and stood up, slowly circling the table as she walked to a bar stool to lean against. Taking a sip from her drink and nearly choking. "This is straight tequila", she gasped, choking on the fire tracing its way down her throat.

Chuckling, he looked up from his shot, "yup...straight tequila", he stated almost matter-of-fact as if it would be anything else.

She reached for a cigarette, she needed something to calm her, lighting it, she blew a thin trail of smoke from her lips. As he walked around to her side of the table, he teased, "Ya know, those things will kill ya, right?"

She tilted her head at him, smiling and then nodding her head over to his pack laying next to his drink and parroted his words back to him, "ya know, those things will kill ya, right?" she teased him. He grinned back at her.

Slowly she started to feel more at ease around him, the butterflies in her stomach still churning, but her hands becoming more and more steady as they teased each other...sparring back and forth. 

He let her win the first few games, intentionally missing some shots, not making it look intentional but all the same losing. He was stalking her, letting her feel more and more easy with him, setting her up for the pounce.

"Let's make this a little more interesting. What do ya say, little girl?" he asked.

"How do ya mean?" she countered.

"Well, why don't we wager the next game...say $5 a ball?" he asked.

"Gosh, I don't know...seems a little rich for my blood." she stated.

"Ok, $1 a ball then...sound fair enough?" he again asked. "You've been kicking my ass all night...what do you have to lose?" he challenged.

As soon as he challenged her, he knew he had her, knew that she wouldn't back out.

"You're on!" she laughed.

"Rack 'em up and I'll go get another round, ok sweets?" he threw over his shoulder, not giving her the chance to argue.

She had the balls all racked up by the time he had gotten back, again he kicked the door shut behind him, but this time he juggled the two drinks in one hand as his other hand reached up behind him to lock the door from the inside and against any unwanted company. She had her back turned away from him so she wouldn't have seen anyhow, but he didn't want to spook her all the same.

Walking up behind her, he set the drinks down on the table, pressing himself up against her back, literally pinning her to the table. He was testing her for a response and was pleased when she looked over her shoulder up to him, that soft, shy smile making him grind his hips against her even more.

He could tell she was getting a little more than tipsy, her eyes were the windows to her soul and right now they were looking mighty glassy. He smiled and held her drink up to her lips, urging her to drink. She took a small sip of the tequila, letting it warm her throat.

"You tryin' to get me drunk, Mike?" she teased.

"Is it working'?" he asked with a crooked grin.

She just laughed and shook her head, unconsciously grinding back against him.

He slowly traced his hand up her side, his fingers grazing lightly against the side of her neck as he pulled her hair back to reveal her neck to him. His lips brushing light against the exposed area as he spoke softly, "you are such a tease, little girl."

She shivered slightly as his warm breath caressed her neck, goose bumps rising on her arms. A low sigh escaping her lips as he continued to tease his lips over her neck, his full mustache tickling her. As her breath started to quicken he backed off, he wanted to tease and torment her like she had been doing to him for the past month. 

"Let's play, little girl", he whispered against her ear as he slowly backed away from her, leaning against the bar stool to watch her. "She is like putty in my hands", he thought to himself.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, she turned to the pool table, chalking her stick. He watched her, taking note of her nipples poking through the thin material of her button down shirt. She reached for another cigarette, taking a long drag from it, holding the smoke in her lungs before exhaling in a slow and steady stream. She still had half of a drink left and two more full ones on the table waiting for her. Picking up the half empty one, she knocked it back, emptying it before sitting it on the table.

"Your break, little girl", he stated, watching as she walked a bit unsteady to the head of the table.

She was starting to feel much more bold, she knew he had been looking down her shirt all night as they had played, she didn't care. It made her feel sexy, brazen...but deep down she was still the good girl her daddy had raised. So what if she was teasing him, it made her feel good. And of course, he wasn't complaining.

She bent low over the table, her hard nipples skimming against the edge of the table as she lined up her shot, sending tingles down to her belly. Arching her back, she pulled her right arm back holding the stick and then let it fly, sending the cue ball crashing against the balls. Sinking two balls, she slowly walked around the table, judging her next move. She was right in front of him when she leaned low against the table, lining up her next shot. The cool feel of something sliding up against the inside of her leg made her hesitate on her shot. He was teasing her with his cue stick, just barely skimming the inside of her thigh. She adjusted her stance, widening her thighs a few inches as she stayed leaned over the table, meeting his challenge and then taking the shot...and sinking another ball.



The Predator Ch. 02



Jennifer stood in her shower, letting the stinging spray of hot water pelt down on her. She didn't really want to go to the fund-raiser tonight, but she didn't have much choice. The soiree was being given to raise money for The Cartwright Foundation, the one charity her father had always been extremely ardent in supporting. Since she was an only child, Jennifer was an honorary lifetime member of the charity's board of directors.

Thoughts of attending the fund-raiser, unfortunately, brought back memories of the night a few years earlier, when attending the fund-raiser administered the coup de grâce to her foundering marriage.

Months before the party, Jennifer had become aware there were problems in her marriage to Jonathan McIntyre, but at the time, she had no idea how severe those problems were.

She and Jonathan had been "an item" since they were toddlers. Her ex-husband's father, Seamus McIntyre was a close business associate of her father, and owned a farm not far from the one Jennifer's parents owned in the rolling hill country just outside Jamestown.

By the time both Jennifer and Jonathan were teenagers, it only seemed natural that they date each other. Then they went to the same college. After college, as much because their parents expected it, and because they were comfortable together, she and Jonathan got married.

Everybody said they were such a "cute couple," the ideal pair. They had money, both of them were very good-looking, and their future together seemed assured. At least that's what it looked like on the surface.

Two years into the marriage, after Jennifer's parents died in a plane crash, Jennifer opted to run her father's business herself, but Jonathan wasn't interested in horses, so she had to do it without much input or support from her husband. As time went on, she began to notice that Jonathan was growing more and more distant.

Then came the fateful night of the fund-raiser, which was held annually at the Cartwright mansion, an historic old home that once belonged to one of Jamestown's founders, and had been turned into a museum by the Jamestown Historical Society.

Mason Cartwright the last survivor of the family who built the mansion, endowed the foundation bearing his name. He started the annual fund-raisers when he was still alive and his will specified that the mansion must to be used annually for the fund-raising event after his death.

Most years, the organizing committee spared no expense to make the home appear like it had when the Cartwrights were living there. Jennifer thought about what happened the last time she went to the fund-raiser...

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After a delicious filet mignon dinner, Jennifer mingled, chatting with people she usually saw only once a year. A small orchestra began playing in the mansion's ballroom. Jennifer was looking for Jonathan, hoping they'd get an opportunity to dance. She had actually been looking forward to a romantic evening with her husband, hoping against hope that it might help stave off the separation she had begun to feel might be inevitable.

Then she spotted Jonathan, across the ballroom, having what looked like an intense discussion with Melissa Delahanty, the young wife of one of the senior partners in his law firm. Jennifer, noting how involved they seemed to be with each other, felt a twinge of jealousy and started across the ballroom toward them.

Before she got very far, a feminine voice said, "Jennifer!" Jennifer turned to see one of the hostesses, Muriel Carson, approaching her. "How are you, my dear?" Mrs. Carson exclaimed. "It's been ages since I've seen you! You know, we really should get together more than once a year. Come, we simply have to talk! You need to tell me everything that's going on out at the farm."

The older woman took Jennifer's arm and led her off.

Meanwhile, her husband's conversation with Melissa Delahanty continued.

"I thought you said you were going to call me, Jonathan," Melissa said, her voice sharp. She was a few years younger than Jonathan, pale-skinned, with a slim, girlish body. Her flaming red hair straight cascaded down her back, and reached almost to her well-formed buttocks. Her wide green eyes were set in a beautiful face that was sprinkled just enough freckles to make it interesting. Tonight, Melissa wore a clinging white dress that left no doubt as to the quality of her figure.

"Melissa, I really have been meaning to call you," Jonathan said. "It's just that I've been out of town. You should know that, I'm sure Benson's told you how busy we've been. You know how much I want to get together with you again."

"When, Jonathan?" she whispered. "I want that big cock of yours so bad I can taste it!" She moved closer to him and her body brushed against his.

Jonathan felt Melissa's actions rousing him the way her brazen actions and speech always did. "Well..." he replied, his insides roiling. "I..." It drove him crazy when Melissa talked dirty. Then he had an idea. He grinned. "You know, Melissa, I've been told there are twenty-two bedrooms in this place."

"Really?" Melissa replied. She immediately what knew he was suggesting and was thrilled. "You think you could show me some of them?"

Jonathan grinned and said, "I'd like to show you one, anyhow." He took her arm and they walked out of the ballroom. They went up the ornate staircase located in the main foyer, then proceeded down the darkened upstairs hallway.

At mid-point in the hallway, Jonathan checked one of the doors. It was unlocked. He opened it, grabbed Melissa, and pulled her into the room.

He closed the door behind them and they immediately came into each other's arms. Their lips joined and their tongues lashed deeply into open mouths. Smoldering embers passion that were rapidly stoked into free-burning fires of need.

Jonathan pulled back, panting. "Isn't Benson going to wonder where you've gotten to?" he asked Melissa, gasping a little. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her through her silky dress.

Melissa shook her head. "As long as there's plenty to drink and he has all of his golfing buddies to talk to, he wouldn't miss the end of the world," she replied. She pressed her body tighter against Jonathan's and rotated her hips against his middle. "What about Jennifer? Won't she miss you?"

"I saw her talking with Mrs. Carson," Jonathan said. "That should keep her busy for an hour or so."

He bent and began kissing Melissa's neck and shoulders and felt her shudder with delight. He moved toward the bed, bringing her with him then he slid his hands up her arms and undid the string-like strap around her neck that held up the top of her dress. He peeled the top down, baring her pointy, petite breasts. Down over her chest he kissed, suckling her nipples until they were as hard as steel.

He loved Melissa's breasts. Even though they were small, they were incredibly sensitive, and when she was turned on, even the rosy areolas around the tips swelled. Voraciously, he attacked the pale cones of flesh and their swollen ruddy tips.

"Uhhhhhhhh!!!!" Melissa gasped. "Oh, Jonathan! I need you so desperately!! Nobody knows how to love me the way you do!"

Jonathan peeled her dress down over her slim hips and was delighted to discover she wore absolutely nothing under it. "Holy shit, Melissa!" he exclaimed. "You aren't wearing any underwear!"

"Underwear would have left panty lines," Melissa replied. "Besides, I knew you'd be here and I thought you might like it if there wasn't anything to get in your way if we managed to get together." She smiled at him. Her hands went to his tie and started to undo it while his hands continued to roam over her smooth, creamy flesh. It wasn't long before they both were naked.

Jonathan's engorged cock stood out in front of him, a throbbing, veined fleshy lance. Melissa wrapped her warm hand around it and began stroking him.

"Ohhh, baby!!!" Jonathan groaned. "Do you have any idea how much I've missed that?"

"Probably as much as I've missed doing it," Melissa replied.

She shoved Jonathan gently and he fell back onto the bed, then she climbed on the bed beside him and leaned over him, letting the flaming mass of her long silken hair cascade over him. She began to move her head, trailing the scarlet strands up and down over his body.

"Oh, Lord, Melissa!!!" Jonathan groaned. When Melissa did that with her hair it always drove him wild, and this time was no different!

Melissa knew what a powerful effect what she was doing with her hair always had on Jonathan, and continued to drag her hair over his body, focusing her caresses on his swollen, throbbing pole.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Jonathan moaned. He was so aroused he was no longer able to remain still.

"You really do like that, don't you, stud?" Melissa murmured. Then her lips enveloped his swollen cock. Up and down her head moved, leaving his cock slick with her saliva.

Jonathan was panting with need. Melissa always had this effect on him. She turned him on more than any woman he'd ever known! "Good God, Melissa, I'm going to come!!!" he moaned, his back aching, thrusting his cock deeper into the redhead's mouth. "Oh, sweet Jesus!!! I have to come!!!!"

Melissa, hearing Jonathan's groans of delight, gripped his balls tighter and moved her head up and down faster and faster.

Jonathan couldn't stand it any longer. "Unnnnnnnhhhhhh!!!! Unnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh!!!" he groaned when his juices began jetting out of his pulsing cock into Melissa's mouth.

Melissa kept sucking him until he had nothing more to give her, then she stretched out next to him on the bed.

"Come here!" Jonathan exclaimed. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, as she molded her warm body to his.

Melissa avidly returned the kiss and her legs wrapped around him. She rocked her hips and her wet gash slid up and down against his leg.

Jonathan rolled over and began exploring Melissa's slim body with his lips and tongue. He worked over her swollen nipples with his lips while his hands moved over other parts of her. His lips then moved slowly down across her chest and over her flat, trembling belly.

When Jonathan saw Melissa's middle he became inflamed even more. She had shaved her pubic hair into a heart shape! And for some reason, that drove him wild. He slid his head between her legs and clamped his mouth against her.

"Yeaahhhhhhhh!!!!" Melissa cried when Jonathan began lashing her swampy opening with his tongue. "Yesssss!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, shit!!! Eat meeeeeee!!! Eat meeeee!!! Gawwwwwwddddd!!! I'm comming!!! Oh, baby!!! I'm...I'm...I'm...Oh, shit, I'm commmmmminnnnnngggggggg!!!!"

Melissa's quivering legs held Jonathan's head in a silken vise and her hips rose and fell wildly as his tongue lashed her pussy. Spasm after spasm of ecstasy wracked her nubile body.

Downstairs, Jennifer finally managed to duck out of her conversation with Mrs. Carson. She still wanted to find Jonathan and see if they could get in a dance or two. She looked all over, but couldn't find her husband anywhere.

"Have you seen Jonathan?" she asked Milton Selzer, another member of the board of directors.

"I'm not sure, Jennifer, but I think I saw him going upstairs a while ago," Milton replied.

Jennifer wasn't sure what her husband would be doing upstairs in the mansion, since nothing related to the party was going on up there, but she thanked Milton, walked to the large entry hall, them went up the stairs.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she wasn't sure where to go in the vast old home, so she started down the hall. When she was about halfway down the spooky, shadowy hallway, she was startled to hear what sounded like moans coming from behind one of the closed doors.

Melissa was sure the Cartwright Mansion wasn't haunted, and didn't believe in ghosts. Anyhow, those sounded like human moans, not ghostly ones. She wanted to find out what was going on, so she quietly opened the door. What she saw shocked her even more than if it had been a ghost.

Melissa Delahanty, naked, was on the bed in the room, sucking a man's cock! Jennifer knew it wasn't Melissa's husband, she'd just seen Edward Delahanty downstairs, talking with some of his friends.

Jennifer stared, wide-eyed, and watched the slim redhead climb atop her lover and impaled herself on his throbbing cock.

Jonathan and Melissa had absolutely no idea they were under observation. Neither of them was ready to quit after they finished their first session of lovemaking, so Melissa used her hair and luscious mouth to make Jonathan steel-hard once more, then she mounted him.

"Yeah!" Jonathan moaned. "Fuck me, baby!! You're incredible!!! Move that tight little ass of yours!"

As Jennifer watched, her heart pounding, Melissa went crazy on top of the man she had impaled herself on. Her hips seemed to be moving in six directions at once. Jennifer had never seen anything like it. The lithe redhead was moving so wildly it looked as if she might tear her lover's cock off! The man grabbed for Melissa's breasts.

"I'm commmmminnnnnnnggggggggg!!!! Oh, baby, I'm commmminnnnnnngggggggggg!!!!!" Melissa announced loudly, when another orgasm shook her slim frame. "Fuck meeeeeee!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!"

"Unnnnnnnhhhhhhh!!!! Unnnnnnnhhhhhhhh!!!!" Jennifer heard the man's impassioned groans when he, too, came, and then she recognized his voice.

"It's...it's Jonathan!" Jennifer realized. "Melissa's making love with my husband!"

Jennifer turned and, as tears filled her eyes, she staggered down the hall toward the stairs. Jonathan was cheating on her! With Melissa Delahanty! That was why he had become so distant! On wobbly legs, clutching the banister, she made her way down the stairs to the first floor. She made her way to the ladies room and, after she managed to get herself under control, she applied cold compresses to her face to reduce the puffiness under her eyes her sobbing caused.

While Jennifer was in the bathroom, Jonathan and Melissa finished their tryst and returned to the party. They separated and Jonathan began looking for his wife. Eventually, he bumped into her, shortly after she'd come out of the bathroom.

"Are you all right, Jennifer?" he asked. "You look a little pale."

"I'm fine, Jonathan," Jennifer replied softly. "Will...will you take me home, please, Jonathan? I...I'm not feeling too well."

"Sure," Jonathan said. "I was just thinking about leaving, anyhow. I don't have a very high tolerance for stuffy people, and it was reached about an hour ago."

He got Jennifer's coat, they said their "Good-bye's" and left. In the car on the way home, Jennifer sat silently against the door, but Jonathan didn't even seem to be aware of the strained silence between them.

In fact, he was remembering recalling his wild romp with Melissa. He felt himself getting hard again, just from the memory. "That Melissa, she's really something!" he thought.

When they arrived at their house, Jennifer headed up the stairs toward their bedroom without saying a word to Jonathan. She wasn't sure what to do. She did know, however, that she didn't feel up to confronting Jonathan with what she'd seen, not tonight.

Jonathan followed his wife as far as the foot of the stairs. "Are you OK, Jen?" he asked. "Look, honey, I really should go back to the office for a little while. I have some briefs I have go get finished."

"I...I'm fine, Jonathan. I...I just need to get some sleep," Jennifer replied.

"Look, I hope you don't mind," Jonathan said. "You sure you're OK?"

"I'm fine." Jennifer replied. She didn't care if he stayed at the office all night. After what she'd seen she never wanted to be in the same bed with him again. "How does he do it?" Jennifer wondered. "He was making love with Melissa less than an hour ago, and now he's acting as if nothing's happened!"

"I'll try not to be too late," Jonathan yelled. Then he turned and went out the door.

Jennifer got undressed, showered, then slid into bed. She tossed fitfully for a while, unable to sleep, her emotions a jumble. She was angry with Jonathan and she was angry with herself. But, she decided, she wasn't going to put up with his cheating any longer. As far as she was concerned, their marriage was over.

Jennifer filed for divorce two days after the party, and Jonathan, after he heard what she'd be saying in court, acceded to the divorce with little fuss. For him, preserving the sanctity of his family name meant just about everything.

Jennifer began her new single life determined to remain careful, to never let a man get close to her and hurt her again the way Jonathan had.

**********

That was four years ago. Since her divorce, she had immersed herself in running the farm, and she hadn't dated since her divorce.

Tonight that was going to change. She had a date - sort of - with William P. Atherton, III, the scion of another of the wealthy families in town.



The Predator Ch. 02



Slowly she stood up and turned around, a teasing smile on her face, her voice husky, "nice try, but it didn't work."

He smiled, slowly nodding his head, "nope, it didn't...ready to up the ante a bit?" he asked.

She reached for her drink, taking a sip before setting it back down, her head tilting in an unspoken question.

"Let's say...$150...to the winner...what do ya say?" he asked, watching her intently, knowing she probably didn't carry that much cash.

"One hundred fifty dollars is a lot of money, Mike, I don't have that much on me" she responded.

Slowly nodding, looking thoughtful, he replied, "Ok...if you win, I'll give you $150 and if I win, I get that pretty pink bra you've been flashing me all night". 

Slowly shaking her head, she hesitated...looking at him, trying to decide. She had been playing exceptionally well tonight...

He could see she was struggling, a blind man could see that. He grinned as he challenged her, "Well if you don't think you're that good..." and left it hanging as he threw down the gauntlet. 

"Show me the money" she challenged back to him.

He reached for his wallet, pulling out two $100 bills, looking at them and then looking at her, "ahhh hell, I'll make it $200 if you win" he stated, arching his eyebrow in an unspoken challenge.

"And if you win, all you want is my bra, nothing else?" she asked skeptically.

"Yep, just your bra", he answered.

"Rack 'em up!" she quipped.

Arching an eyebrow at her command, he stared at her, neither moving or saying a word until she dropped 2 quarters into the machine and started racking the balls up herself. 

"I don't take orders very well, as you can see" he stated as she dropped the last ball into position.

"I see that", she responded softly.

"Your shot", he gently prodded.

Again, she broke first, sinking a ball, and then another and another until she scratched. It was his turn now, slowly he circled the table as she settled back against a bar stool, sipping her drink and lighting another cigarette. He sank two balls and then another, keeping one eye on her as he sank the fourth one. Watching as she started to squirm against the stool. 

"What the hell did I just get myself into", she scolded herself, her eyes watching intently as he lined up an easy shot.

He took careful aim, hitting the cue ball against one of her balls and ultimately sinking the 8 ball...intentionally losing the game. As soon as the 8 ball rolled into the pocket, he slowly stood up, muttering an expletive and reached for two $100 bills laying on the edge of the table, snatching them up. Walking up to the table he could see the relief in her eyes as he dangled the bills in front of her.

"You won, fair and square", he stated.

Slowly she took the bills from him, a guilty look hovering over her face. He saw it in an instant and tilted his head to her, his voice low and gravelly as he asked, "how 'bout double or nothing?"

She looked up at him, and quipped, "I only wore one bra."

He chuckled and nodded, "ok, smart ass, $400 if you win and your bra and panties if I win...ah hell, make it an even $500 if you win."

She gasped, "Five hundred dollars!"

Slowly he nodded, reaching for his wallet again and adding three more C notes. "Your bra and panties though, if I win...deal?" he asked.

Nodding slowly, she accepted the bet; there was no way she was going to turn down a chance at an easy $500...that was more than she made in a week.

Automatically she slid off the bar stool and started racking up the balls. He watched her as she positioned each ball and then got them in to a tight formation. Swallowing down the last of his drink, he set the glass on the table and walked up behind her as she was finishing up. 

He slid one hand up from her hip to the outside swell of her breast as his other hand pulled her hair away from her neck again. He nuzzled against her neck, keeping her pinned against the pool table, his other hand slowly closing over her breast. He heard her low soft moan as his hand slowly squeezed her breast, feeling the nipple harden against his palm. She tilted her neck, giving him more access to her. 

As soon as he felt her respond, his other hand closed over her other breast, again squeezing gently and again feeling the nipple harden in his palm. He slowly sucked and nibbled at her neck, feeling her pulse speed up as his thumb and forefinger on each hand started to roll each nipple, pinching lightly at first and then increasing the pressure as he felt her pulse increase. He pulled and twisted, pinched and rolled the hard nipples, feeling her low moans as he sucked against her neck. 

Testing her, he slowly increased the pressure as he pinched the nipples, feeling her as she arched her back and lifted up to him. He continued to increase the pressure until he felt her wince and then bit down on her neck, sucking hard against her tender flesh, knowing that he would leave his mark on her. A low moan floating up to him as he slowly slid his hands away, stepping back from her.

She slowly turned around to him, her breath shallow, her nipples poking against the thin shirt, her dark eyes smoky with her fire. He lifted a hand to her cheek, softly caressing it as she tilted her head to his hand; he knew he had her then. Letting his hand slid down to her breast, he held it in his hand, gently weighing it, watching her as she arched her back and lifted up to him. Bringing up his other hand, he unbuttoned a button on her shirt and then another, slowly separating the two edges, baring the deep cleavage of her breasts to him. 

"Your break, sweetness" he spoke softly.

Snapping her head up, she looked up at him, for a moment confused. She hurriedly reached up to re-button her shirt. 

"No", he commanded as he closed of her hands, "leave it like that."

Slowly she nodded as she dropped her hands away, her smoky eyes never leaving his, almost as if in a trance.

He took her by the shoulders and turned her around and gave her a sharp smack on the ass to break through to her. He chuckled as she jumped and gasped, whipping around to him.

"C'mon let's play this game and see who's gonna be the winner tonight", he teased.

The smack on her ass had kind of pissed her off and he knew that as he watched her, but the tell-tale flush on her face said something a whole lot different, that and the fact that her nipples were even harder and longer than before. 

She leaned over the table and took aim, sending the balls scattering across the table, sinking three balls, two solids and a stripe. She was feeling confident as she moved around the table, sinking another and then another. Stepping up to the table, she lit a cigarette, exhaling a stream of smoke; she took a sip of her drink as she tilted her head, looking at him. "Sure you can afford to lose $500, Mike?" she questioned, her dark eyes dancing with mischief.

"Are you sure you can afford to lose your bra and panties, little girl?" he countered.

"I'm not going to lose them", she retorted.

"We'll see, sweetness, we will see", he growled as he stood up...hooking an arm around her waist as she made to get away from him.

"Where ya going so fast, darlin?" he chuckled as he caught her up to him.

"The fun is just beginning, isn't it?" he whispered low against her ear as one of his hand slipped under her skirt and skimmed along the curvature of her ass, squeezing one firm cheek in his hand. He knew her ass was made for his hand as he slowly squeezed it.

"That's not fair", she whispered up to him.

"No, this would not be fair..." he growled softly in her ear as he wiggled one of his fingers inside her panties and slid it along her slit, feeling her wetness and her smooth pussy.

"Mmmmm, I love a shaved cunt" he softly spoke.

She moaned low and deep as his finger slid into her tightness, slowly moving in and out, adding another finger as he felt her hips starting to gyrate against his hand.

He leaned down to her, catching her lips to his, stroking her bottom lip with his tongue as he continued to finger fuck her cunt. His tongue gently prodding her lips apart to delve deep in her mouth, arching her body over his arm as he assaulted her mouth, raping her cunt with his fingers, pushing her to the brink only to step away from her just as she got to the edge. 

"You bastard!" she cried as he stepped away, watching him suck her sweet nectar from his fingers and then getting thoroughly pissed off as she hears him chuckle.

"Mmmm, sweet as honey", he teased as he continued to suck her juices from his fingers. "What's the matter, slut?" he tested

"SLUT?" she cried. "I am not a slut. How dare you, you bastard!" 

"Hmm, not a slut...really?" he continued to torment. Turning to the pool table, he looks at her, "My shot or yours, sweet slut?"

"Mine, bastard!" she retorted.

Chuckling, he sits back down in the bar stool, playing the cat and mouse game to get her right where he wants her.

Glaring up at him, she tries to focus on her shot, moving first to one place and then to another as she tries to find a good shot. 

"Awww c'mon now, little girl, I was just messin' with ya. No harm, no foul...ok? Truce?" he cajoles.

"Once I kick your ass and take your $500, you won't see me again...you are nothing but a fucking bastard" she spat.

"We'll see, my sweet slut, we'll see" he chuckled.

She hissed through her teeth at his comment, trying to keep focused on the game instead of him tormenting her, instead of the tingling in her cunt, instead of her nipples aching. 

As soon as she hit the cue ball with her stick, she knew she had lost the game, the shot was too hard, too wild, she let him get to her. She slowly straightened up, an unmistakable fire in her eyes as she walked up to the table and made to grab her purse and cigarettes. He was watching her and knew what she was going to try and do, he could read it written all over her face. There was no way he was going to let her walk out of here without paying up.

"Not trying to back out on your bet, are ya slut?" he questioned as he stood up, blocking her path.

"You cheated, so the bet was null and void, plain and simple." she retorted.

"Hmmm, I don't remember there being any rules to the bet, other than to win or lose, there was nothing about how to win, now was there slut?" he growled as he stepped close to her, forcing her to tilt back her head to look at him.

"You set me up, played me" she cried.

He shrugged, "a bet is a bet and now it is time to pay up, slut. One way or the other, you will pay up, either voluntarily or I will take...the choice is yours."

She could only gape at him, the blood in her veins chilling as she sees his intense look. She instinctively knew she would not walk away unscathed.



The Predator Ch. 03



"Hey, sweetie!" Mel's voice oozed into Donna's ear through the phone. "Me and a buddy of mine are down at The Corral, we thought maybe you'd like to join us."

Donna fought down the urge to vomit. "Ah...I..." she stammered. She didn't want to go, but didn't know what to say, either. She was positive Mel wouldn't accept a refusal.

"Hey, sweetie," Mel said, his voice taking on a sharp tone. "It ain't like you got a choice, remember? And wear something sexy, you got that?"

"OK," Donna said. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes." She threw on an old white sweater and snug mini-skirt and, feeling as bad as she'd ever felt, got in her car and headed for the sleazy country bar Mel had directed her to come to.

When she got to the bar, she parked her little compact car in the parking lot, got out, locked her purse inside, and walked toward the club entrance. The parking lot was filled with cars and pickup trucks, and country music boomed in the air.

Donna walked inside and stood there, looking for Mel through the smoky darkness inside the bar. The place was packed and everyone seemed to be in a festive mood. Couples jammed the tiny dance floor, their bodies writhing and jerking in time with the music.

She spotted Mel, working his way across the floor. "Glad you could make it, sweetie," he said when he reached her. "Come on, my friend Floyd's at our table. He can't wait to meet you."

Mel led her through the crowd to a corner booth where another man was sitting. The man, Floyd, was shorter than Mel, wore glasses, and had a full beard that looked dirty. He leered at Donna as she approached the booth.

"Told ya she was a knockout, didn't I?" Mel said as Donna sat down.

"You weren't kidding. She sure as shit is!" Floyd commented. "Goddamn! How the hell did you get a chick like her to go out with an ugly bastard like you, Mel?"

"I got more talent than you know, buddy," Mel said, smiling at Donna. "Don't I, sweetie?"

"Yeah," Donna replied. "Whatever you say, Mel." She flashed a weak smile at the two men.

The band started playing a slow tune. Floyd looked at Mel. "Mind if I dance with your lady?" he asked.

"Nah, go ahead," Mel told his friend. He looked at Donna. "You be nice to Floyd, now, sweetie, you hear?"

Donna nodded. What choice did she have?

Floyd smiled at Donna, took a long swallow of beer, and got up. "Come on, baby, let's dance," he said.

Donna got up and moved out onto the dance floor with him.

Floyd's arms locked around her, pulling her tight against him, crushing her body against his. Donna was as tall as he was, and their faces were close. She could smell his breath, a mixture of beer and cigarette smell. It wasn't a very pleasant experience. As they moved in time to the music, she could feel something pressing against her leg. He was getting a hard-on!

Floyd was surprised the girl let him hold her close like she did, so he got braver. He slid his hands down and cupped her bottom, pulling her against the growing erection in his jeans. Damn, she was hot! Not only was she good-looking, she was hot, too! Real hot!

Donna didn't like having Floyd's hands on her bottom, but knew it would do no good to protest. She didn't dare get Mel angry with her.

When the dance ended, they went back to the table. Floyd kept his arm around her when they walked, and slid into the booth on the same side she did.

"Want a beer, honey?" he asked.

Donna felt his hand drop onto her leg. "Sure," she said as his hand moved onto the warm skin of her thigh. Maybe if she had a couple of beers it would be easier to stand what she was being forced to put up with!

Floyd signaled the waitress and ordered beers for all of them. As the waitress walked away, Mel slid close to Donna on the other side of the dark corner booth.

"Havin' a good time, sweetie?" Mel asked.

"Yes," Donna replied curtly.

"I'm sure glad you are, sweetie," he said. "'Cause I sure am." He laid a hand on her other thigh. "And I got an idea old Floyd's having a great time, too. Aincha, Floyd?"

Mel's friend squeezed Donna's slim thigh and grinned at his buddy. "You better fuckin' believe it!" he said then he belched.

Donna felt a twinge of fear. She wasn't sure what to do about this. The two men had their hands on her legs, and she had a pretty good idea what Mel expected. Maybe she ought to tell him to get lost. Even jail couldn't be worse than this. Then again...

The waitress brought their beers. Donna drank some of hers. Mel and Floyd drank theirs down in one swallow. Floyd belched again.

"'Scuse me," he said, and squeezed Donna's thigh.

Donna finished her beer, just as the band started another number.

"Let's dance, sweetie," Mel said. He took Donna's hand and tugged her out of the booth.

The young woman accompanied Mel went to the postage-stamp size dance floor and danced with him. There was little conversation, but Donna was very aware of the leering look in Mel's eyes as they danced. It revolted her to see it, to know what it likely meant she would be expected to do later.

The band shifted immediately into another slow number and Mel pulled Donna into his arms. He cupped her bottom and pulled her against him, and Donna felt his hardness pressing against her belly.

"You're gonna have a real good time with Floyd and me tonight, sweetie," Mel whispered in her ear as they danced. "A real good time. I promise you that."

Inwardly, Donna shuddered.

When the dance ended, Mel and Donna walked back to the booth and slid in. Once again, Donna found herself sandwiched between the two men. Fresh beers sat on the table. Floyd must have ordered while she and Mel were dancing. Donna drank some of her beer. Floyd and Mel gulped theirs down. She felt a hand fall onto her leg and begin stroking it and glanced down. Floyd was at it again.

"Come here," Floyd said. He took her chin in his free hand, pulled her face to his, and kissed her.

While Floyd was kissing her, Donna felt a hand slide under her sweater, onto the bare flesh of her back. It was Mel! Floyd's tongue probed her lips and Donna, fighting back the impulse to gage, opened her mouth.

When the kiss ended, Donna realized that the hand on her thigh had slid up and was probing her vagina. Floyd pushed her legs apart. Donna gasped softly when his thick fingers slid over the satin fabric covering her vagina. She couldn't believe he was doing that to her right there in the bar.

"Goddamn, Mel. She's something else!" Floyd whispered.

"You better believe it, buddy!" Mel's hand slid around to Donna's chest, onto a breast. He tweaked her nipple. "You like what we're doin', doncha, sweetie?" he asked.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Donna moaned. Mel was squeezing her nipple so hard it hurt.

"You ought to feel her pussy!" Floyd exclaimed. "Christ! This is one hot chick!"

"I told ya, didn't I?" Mel replied. He kept mauling Donna's breast.

Donna fought back the urge to cry.

"Damn, I guess!" Floyd exclaimed. His fingers continued poking at Donna's pussy.

The young woman shuddered and felt tears filling her eyes. She was unable to stop the men from using her any way they wanted to.

"Why don't we take her out to my truck?" Mel asked.

"Hey, that sounds fuckin' fan-tastic!" his friend replied.

"Come on, Floyd, let's go." Mel slid toward the end of the booth.

Floyd pulled his hand out from between Donna's thighs then he took her hand, pulled her to her feet and, with his arm around her, led her to the door.

Outside in the parking lot, the two men led Donna to a pickup truck parked in the back of the parking lot, away from the lights. As they walked, Floyd's hands played with Donna's ass while Mel grabbed and squeezed her breasts.

Donna felt her eyes filling with tears and those tears rolling down her cheeks. She couldn't believe what a mess she'd gotten into.

"Come on, sweetie, get in." Mel opened the pickup's door.

Donna had a hard time getting up into the cab of the truck, so Floyd and Mel helped her. Then the three of them were on the wide seat of the truck and the two men's hands were mauling her.

Donna moaned when Mel pushed her sweater up and began sucking her nipples. Floyd, meanwhile, managed to get her mini-skirt up and was playing with her pussy again. Donna bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain and revulsion.

"Goddamn!" Floyd murmured as his finger probed Donna's pussy. "She's got a really nice, tight gash!"

Mel didn't reply. He was too busy sucking Donna's nipples and squeezing her breasts.

Donna was past being able to tell who was doing what to her. In point of fact, she didn't care, just so they did what they wanted to do and got it over with as soon as possible!

"Come on, little girl," Floyd grabbed Donna's bottom and urged her onto his lap. "Let's get down to some serious fucking!"

When Donna let the man pull her onto him, she was surprised to feel bare skin against her bare bottom. She hadn't realized he'd taken his pants off! Floyd's cock pressed between her thighs as they fell to either side of his legs. He reached between them and pressed the tip of his prong against her pussy. With a sudden thrust of his hips, he buried himself in her.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Donna groaned when the man's hard shaft slid painfully into her dry opening. It hurt so much! It was lucky for her he wasn't bigger, or it would have hurt a lot more.

"Damn! Son of a bitch!" Floyd groaned. "She's hot! Goddamn, she's hot!" He began hunching his hips, thrusting his cock into her.

Mel sucked Donna's breasts while his friend fucked her.

After a few strokes, Floyd stiffened. "Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Son-of-a-bitch!!! Godammmmmmmmm!!!!" he cried, his hands digging into Donna's hips, hauling her against him, as he exploded into her.

"Now me!" Mel exclaimed. He sat back on the seat, tore his pants open, fished out his cock, and reached for Donna. Floyd helped push her off his lap and onto his friend's.

Donna felt herself being moved, felt Floyd's cock slide from her then she felt Mel's slide in. She had been well lubricated by the come Floyd blasted into her, so she could barely feel it when Mel, whose cock was even smaller than his friend's, entered her. Hands dug into her hips once again as Mel began jabbing his cock into her.

"Goddamn!! Oh, Goddamn!! Oh, Goddamn!!" Mel groaned as he pistoned his cock into her. "Damn!!! Oh, Damn!!!"

"She's fuckin' unbelieveable, ain't she?" Donna heard Floyd say.

"You...Ahhhhh!!!...better fucking...Ahhhhh!!!...believe itttt!!!" Mel groaned. Then his grip on her hips tightened. "Aw shit! I can't wait! Oh, Jesus!!! Goddamn!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" He spewed his hot juices into Donna.

Donna shuddered when Mel's hot fluids splattered against her insides. She fervently hoped that was all he wanted her to do, that he'd let her go home now.

"Hey, sweetie, lookit this," Floyd said as Donna lay slumped atop Mel. "Hey, baby, look what you and Mel did."

Weakly, Donna turned. Floyd was holding his erect cock in his hand.

"You aren't gonna believe it, sweet thing, but I got hard again watchin' you and Mel fuck," Floyd said. "I think you better do something about it, don't you?"

Donna, her emotions almost numb, reached out her hand and began stroking Floyd's erect cock. The man closed his eyes and groaned. The young woman's hand slid easily up and down the stiff organ, which was still slick with the juices remaining from his fucking her earlier.

"Oh, Jesus, sweet thing, that feels fuckin' fan-tastic!" Floyd groaned while Donna jerked him off.

Mel opened his eyes, saw what Donna was doing to his friend, and was surprised to feel his cock starting to get hard again. He couldn't believe it. That had never happened to him before! He grabbed Donna's hips and, even though he wasn't fully hard, shoved himself into her again.

"Oh, Goddddd!!!! Not again!" Donna thought as Mel's cock once more slid into her. She'd hoped this was over, but they weren't stopping. She intensified the pace with which she was stroking the cock in her hand.

"Goddamn!!! Goddamn!!! Oh, Damn!!!" Floyd moaned as the young girl pumped his cock. "Oh, sweet thing, you sure do that good!"

"Unnnhhh!!! Unnnhhhh!!!" Mel grunted as he shoved his cock into Donna's sodden cunt. As he fucked her, he felt himself getting harder and harder again.

Donna, wanting this over, began moving her hips, trying desperately to draw an orgasm from Mel. At the same time, she tried just as harder to make Floyd come with her hand. She wanted this over with, and the sooner they came, the sooner that would happen.


"Awwwwwwwwwww!!! Fuck!!! Oh, fuck!!! Shitagadammmmmmm!!!" Floyd wailed. His cock erupted and jets of his sticky white cream splattered onto the litter-covered floor of the pickup.

"Sheeeeeittttttttt!!!!!" Mel groaned when he, too erupted.

Donna felt the cock in her hand softening and let go of it. She wiped off her hand on the man's pants. At the same time, Mel's withering cock slid from her. Both of the men leaned against the truck's seat back, panting.

Donna hoped her ordeal was finally over, at least for the night. She said a silent prayer that they'd let her leave now that she'd done all they wanted.

Floyd raised his arm and peered at his watch. "Goddamn, Mel, you know what time it is?" he exclaimed. "I better get my butt home or my old lady's gonna have a shit fit!"

Mel pushed Donna off him. "You did real fine tonight, sweetie," he said. "Real fine. Floyd and I never had a better time. See you at the farm in the morning, right?"

"Ye...yes," Donna replied, she was trying to straighten her clothes.

Mel let Donna out of the truck and she started across the parking lot toward her car, not walking too steadily. Shame and embarrassment swept over her and she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

Shaking with self-loathing, Donna unlocked her car and got in. What had she done to deserve being put in such a horrible situation? Was she really such a bad person that she deserved something like this? 



The Predator Ch. 03



"You have until the count of five to give me both the bra and the panties..." he growls, leaving the threat hanging.

She can only stare up at him, tears starting to well up in her eyes as she fights to remain in control...to save her dignity.

"One!" he growls

Still she can only stand...rooted to the floor.

"Two!"

The tears in her eyes tumble down her cheeks, leaving a wet trail and still she cannot move.

"Three!"

Finally, she finds her voice, "please don't make me do this" she pleads.

"Four!"

"Please, I'm begging you, please don't make me do this", she again begs.

"Five! Times up, slut!" he growls, reaching to his back pocket and sliding a switch blade out. Snapping it open, he reaches up to her, the blade glinting in the low lights.

"You had your chance to do it willingly and now I am going to take what is rightfully mine, my sweet slut", he whispers against her ear, his breath hot against her.

He moves his hand over her breasts, squeezing the first one, before slicing thru the shoulder strap of the bra and then repeating the motion over the next one. The straps dangling as he slides the blade between her tits, letting the cold metal tease the swell of her breast as he slice thru the middle of the bra...yanking it off her. She gasps as he rips the bra away from her, her tits bouncing free. He whistles low as her tits swing free, unbuttoning her shirt to her waist and pushing the shirt away so she is completely bare to him. Her nipples puckered and rock hard. 

She stands completely still, tears streaming down her face with her humiliation. She has never felt so.....naked.

"You can remove your panties now or I will take them...the choice is yours, my slut" he whispers.

Still she makes no move...standing completely still. He reaches up, fondling her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples, watching her eyes intently. He can see the war raging in her eyes, knowing she is mentally fighting her body not to respond to him. 

"What's it going to be, slut?" he questions, his voice low.

Still she doesn't move...her eyes are locked with his, the tears still falling, making tiny rivers down her cheeks. He can see that she is tormented, but he continues his assault on her.

He nods his head, his left hand pinching her nipple sharply before releasing it and sliding down to the hem of her skirt...yanking it up as his right hand follows suit. Sliding the blade beneath the thin elastic, he cuts it easily and then cuts the other side. He continues to watch her as he pockets the knife and then snatches the panties from her. Hearing a soft gasp as he rips them from her hips.

"My, my, my...what do we have here?" he chuckles as he holds up the panties...the panties are soaked with her juices. 

Hearing his chuckle snaps her out of her trance, a low feral scream rips from her throat as she flies at him, her tiny fists pummeling his chest. He catches her hands, wrenching them behind her back and holding them in one of her large hands, easily subduing her. 

"Ahhh, my sweet little slut has some fire in her I see" he chuckles...enjoying as she struggles against him.

"Let me go, you fucking bastard!" she screams at him, squirming and wriggling, trying to get loose.

He catches one of her nipples, pinching and twisting it cruelly until she cries out in pain, her movements stopping. He eases up the pressure as she quiets her struggles. And then slowly increases the pressure as he pinches and twists until he feels her back arch, her body betraying her.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she quietly sobs.

"Because I can" he responds.

Slowly he eases up the pressure as he pinches and pulls her nipples, feeling her body respond to him, watching her eyes submit.

"How old are you, my sweet slut?" he inquires.

"Old enough" she spits out at him.

Again he pinches and twists her nipple cruelly until she cries out and answers his question. "I'm 21" she spits at him. 

Again he twists the nipple, "now, the truth, slut" he demands.

"18, I'm 18...I swear" she cries out.

"How did you get in here, your not old enough to drink yet" he questions

"I have a fake ID" she responds.

"I'm going to ask you a series of questions...answer them truthfully and immediately or suffer the consequences...do you understand?" he demands.

When she doesn't answer promptly, he pinches her nipple, eliciting a wince and a gasp from her. "Do you understand?" he asks again, increasing the pressure on her nipple.

"Yes, yes I understand" she cries out softly.

"Yes, I understand, Sir" he corrects.

She snaps her head up, confused. 

Again he repeats "Yes, I understand, Sir", all the while pinching her nipple.

"Yes, I understand....Sir" she whispers.

"Good girl" he praises, letting up the pressure on her nipple.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asks

"No" she responds

He wait's a brief moment and then pinches her nipple indicating his displeasure.

Wincing, she corrects herself, "No....Sir".

"Are you still in high school?" he asks

"No, Sir" she responds, "I graduated this spring."

"Planning on going to college?" he continues to question.

"No, Sir...I can't afford it" she again responds.

All the while he is questioning her, his fingers are continuing to slowly pinch and roll her nipple, feeling her body arching and lift to him. He is training her body to respond to him without her even knowing.

"Do you still live at home?" he continues

"Yes, Sir...although I think my step-mom would rather have me gone" she responds, instantly regretting giving him the extra information.

He notes her reaction and keeps mental notes of everything she is telling him, making plans as he goes.

"Are you a virgin?" 

She hesitates, her head lowering as she hears the last question. He is watching her, pinching her nipple tightly as she hesitates and continuing to apply pressure as she continues not to answer the question.

He repeats the question, applying more pressure to her nipple, making her squirm in pain as he waits for her answer. "Yes, Sir" she whispers.

"I didn't hear you, slut...are you a virgin?" he asks again.

"Yes Sir" she repeats, lifting her head to him, her chin tilting almost defiantly.

"Good girl" he praises.

"How is your relationship with your father?" he questions.

"My dad...my dad avoids me Sir" she whispers.

"Why, sweety?" he softly questions...digging deeper.

"Because I look too much like my mom, Sir. She left him when I was young and ran off with another man...I don't think he can stand to look at me Sir" she whispers, her voice breaking, fresh tears starting to race down her cheeks.

He leans forward, kissing her tears away, his grip on her hands easing up a bit. "Are you gonna run from me if I let you loose?" he asks, his fingers still playing with her nipple, pinching and pulling lightly.

"No, Sir" she responds.

He kisses away the remaining tears, tilting her chin up to him with his knuckle as he teases her lip with his tongue, kissing her. His other hand squeezing her ass and pressing her to him as he deepens the kiss, feeling her once again respond to him.

Breaking the kiss, he looks deep into her eyes, holding her chin, forcing her to keep her eyes locked to his as he tries to look deep into her soul. 

"You feel this, don't you?" he finally asks her.

Slowly she nods, her voice just above a whisper, "yes Sir."

"Do you want this to continue?" he gently prods.

She nods her head, her eyes glued to his. "Yes Sir...please."

"Make very sure, because once we start this, there is no turning back, once you say yes, you are mine and I won't let you go...do you understand, slut?" he demands.

"Yes" she responds.

"Yes....Sir" she corrects as he applies pressure to her nipple.

"There are a few basic rules to begin with and as you progress I will add more rules. #1 you will always address me as Sir or Master...or even Daddy. Not Dad or Father, but Daddy. Sometimes I will demand that you address me as Daddy. Understand" he instructs.

He smiles as he feels her body respond to his instructions. Watching her as she nods in understanding.

"#2 I will take care of you, which means I will house you, clothe you or not depending on my mood, and feed you. I will select everything you will wear. Therefore, you will move in with me immediately. Any problems with that, my little slut?" he inquires.

"No Daddy" she replies with a little grin.

He sees the little grins and tweaks her nipple a bit harder, enforcing his authority and moving on to his next rule.

"#3 I will fuck you wherever and whenever I want and may or may not let other people watch or fuck you also...any objections?" he asks...watching her intently.

"No Daddy" she again replies.

"One last question...why do you shave your cunt, slut?" he inquires, watching her intently.

Blushing profusely, she lowers her lashes. He lifts her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"I...I saw it on an internet website and....and...thought I would try it Daddy...and after I did it the first time, I liked the way it felt so I continued to do it." she stammered.

He nodded, guessing that the internet website probably had something to do with Daddy/daughter scenes from her reactions and addressing him as Daddy, but he would delve into that at a later time.

"So are you ready to be my slut and everything that goes along with it...slut?" he inquired one last time.

"Yes Daddy" she responded.

Slowly he nodded, looking deep into her eyes, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Stay here...exactly like you are...don't move a muscle" he commanded...stepping away from her to leave the room for a moment.



The Predator Ch. 04



Firefighter-paramedic Len Dewey, a lean, muscular, handsome black man of twenty-five, was surprised to find Marion Norris waiting in her car in the parking lot behind the fire station when he came out at the end of his shift. He smiled, waved at her, and walked over to her car.

Marion, a pale-skinned, full-bodied woman who was ten years older than Len, rolled her car window down and smiled at the man she had been having an affair with ever since they'd gotten together at a wedding a year earlier.

"I thought I was supposed to meet you at your place," Len said.

Marion frowned. "Ray came home unexpectedly," she said, referring to her husband. "He just got in a little while ago. Would you believe he expected me to go with him to some sort of formal fund-raiser? I told him I had a meeting that I couldn't miss, so he'd have to go to his damn fund-raiser on his own."

A knowing grin appeared on Marion's lovely face. "I told him I probably wouldn't be home until late." She laughed. "He was really angry, but as far as I'm concerned, it serves him right. Come on, get in."

Len did. The minute the car door closed, Marion accelerated out of the fire station parking lot, her tires squealing. Len struggled to get the seat belt fastened.

Marion glanced over at the young man and smiled. "I'm sorry, darling. I guess I shouldn't be in such a hurry," she said, "but I want to be alone with you. The sooner the better."

"So, if we can't go to your place, where are we going?" Len asked. They couldn't go to his apartment. He shared it with another firefighter, who was home. Neither of them was ready to have their affair become public yet.

"I reserved a motel room," Marion said.

A short while later, she pulled into the parking lot of a local motel, drove around in back, shut the car off, and turned to Len. 

Len looked at the attractive woman sitting behind the steering wheel, the woman he'd been having an affair with ever since his friend Tim Jackman's wedding a year earlier.

Marion had on a soft-looking black and white top that had a wide neck opening and sported a wild decorative pattern and a black skirt. The dress looked as if it wrapped around her and tied at the waist. Dark stockings covered her shapely legs.

Marion smiled at him. "Are we going to sit here looking at each other?" she asked. "Or are we going inside?"

"Inside," Len replied.

They got out of the car and he followed Marion to a room on motel's second floor. She handed him the key, he unlocked the door and they went into the room.

Len closed the door behind them and put the chain latch on. Then he turned and before he could do or say anything, Marion was into his arms, kissing him fiercely. He locked his arms around her lush body and returned the kiss passionately.

"I...I...this feels so...so naughty," Marion murmured, pressing her body against him. "Sneaking off for a night of love in a motel!"

"I think it's exciting," Len replied.

His tongue caressed Marion's lips, her mouth opened, her tongue slid into Len's mouth and dueled with his as the kiss continued. Len grabbed his lover's bottom, pulling her against the swollen mass at his groin.

Flushed, breathing hard, they stepped back from their embrace and gazed at each other. Marion's lips were red and wet and her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for breath.

Len untied the sash at the waist of Marion's dress then she shrugged her shoulders and the garment drifted to the floor and puddled at her feet.

Marion, now wearing in only a lacy bra and matching bikini underpants, began to undress Len. It didn't take long before all that remained on the young man was a pair of white jockey shorts encircling his ebony middle.

Len undid the bra clasp between Marion's breasts and her magnificent globes sprang into view, sagging only slightly, the tips already rigid. He next peeled down her panties and removed his underwear then they both laid down on the bed.

Len had been anticipating making love with Marion all day. Now that the chance to do so was at hand, he wasted no time. He rolled atop her and her legs parted. His rigid penis was trapped between his belly and her already-wet gash and as Marion moved her body against his, thrills coursed through the dark-skinned young man.

Len lifted his hips and Marion reached between them, grasped her lover's rigid pole, and guided it to her opening as Len lowered himself. His erection stabbed into her, drawing a gasp from her.

"Oh, God, Len! I needed you so much!" Marion exclaimed, her eyes wide, as he filled her.

"I needed you just as much!" Len grunted. He began driving into her with powerful strokes. Her snug channel clutched his probing shaft as it rode in and out and Len realized he wouldn't be able to hold back his orgasm for long.

Marion locked her legs around her lover's lean, sable body and thrust her pelvis against him. Her arms snaked round his neck and she pulled his face down to hers. Their lips joined.

Len could feel wracking spasms shaking Marion as she moaned into his mouth. Her vagina rippled along his cock, milking him, sucking his juices from him. It felt wonderful, too wonderful! Len couldn't wait. As delightful shocks caused him to quake, his fluids shot into Marion, filling her, making his thrusting easier.

When Len began coming, Marion went wild. She groaned into his mouth as exhilaration tore through her. Her body strained against him fiercely.

When their passion finally calmed, Len lay on top of Marion, looking down into her lovely face. He bent down and kissed her gently.

"Oh, Len, that was so wonderful!" she whispered.

Len grinned. "It was, wasn't it?" he agreed. "It always is wonderful making love with you!" He rolled off her, onto his side, and pulled her into his arms.

Marion snuggled against her lover's dusky, muscular body. "What are we going to do now?" she asked.

Len caressed her face gently. "What would you like to do?" he asked.

"I want us to make love until neither of us can stand up any more!" Marion replied ardently and kissed him.

"Sounds good to me," Len said. He began stroking Marion's back and felt her shiver as his hand slid over her flesh.

"Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned, "It feels so heavenly when you do that!"

"I guess I'm doing it right, then," Len said.

Marion smiled at him. "You certainly are," she said. "But I'm all sticky because of you. I need to take a bath before we do anything else." She got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

When he heard the water start running, Len got off the bed and followed Marion to the bathroom. Steam from the hot shower spray clouded the glass shower enclosure, but Len could see his lover's pale body through the frosted glass of the tub enclosure as she washed herself.

Len pushed the door open and stood there gazing at Marion. Beads of water glistened, jewel-like, on her smooth, pale skin. She had her eyes closed and was standing under the hot spray. She turned, opened her eyes, and smiled at him. "Come on in, darling," she murmured. "The water's fine."

Len stepped into the shower, lathered a washcloth, and began washing Marion.

"Oh, Len," she purred, "that feels wonderful! It...it always does when you touch me!"

Soft moans of delight came from her when he began to lather her breasts. Her nipples grew rigid, jutting through the foamy suds. Len slid the cloth over her softly rounded belly and between her legs.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Marion cooed. "Yessssss!!!!"

Marion clutched Len while he rubbed the cloth over her vagina. She was so aroused her legs were trembling and she was gasping for breath. She couldn't believe how wonderful Len could make her feel. It didn't matter that he was younger than she was, or that he was black. Nothing mattered except the wonderful feelings he gave her.

"God, darling, if...if you...you keep doing that," she panted, "I'm afraid I'll come!"

"So?" Len asked, "I thought that's what you wanted. He continued the caresses that were driving his lover wild.

"Mmmmmmm!!!!" Marion murmured. Her hips began rocking in response to her lover's caresses.

"Enough of this," Len said. He was so aroused by what he was doing to Marion that he couldn't stand it. "Turn around and bend over!"

Marion turned and bent, offering her lovely bottom to Len, desperately wanting him to take her from the rear. She wasn't disappointed. Len slid his cock between the firm cheeks of her ass, into her lathery cavern.

"Ohhhh!!!" she gasped, "Oh, God!!! Yessssss!!! That's ittttttt!!!"

Len grasped her hips and began thrusting into her.

Marion braced herself and drove back at him. "This is... Ohhhhh!!!... wonderful!!!" she groaned, her body jolting. "Take meeeee!!! Oh, God, Len!!! Please take meeeeee!!!"

Len, his own need growing, continued to plunge into Marion, watching his ebony shaft disappear into her pale body repeatedly. He was so turned on he knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up long.

"Oh, God, Len!!! Take meeeeee!!! Nowwwwwww!!!! I'm going to come!!!!" Marion wailed when another intense orgasm exploded through her. "Yeeeeeesssssss!!! Yesssssssssss!!! Yesssssssssss!!! Annnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Annnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Groaning loudly, Len's orgasm joined his lover's and his juices gushed into her.

When their orgasms passed, spent, they clung to each other until their strength returned, then they finished their bath, dried off, and returned to the bed.

Marion snuggled against Len and buried her head in the hollow of his neck. She kissed his ear then licked the spot she'd kissed. Spent by their exertions, they dozed off.

A rush of delight wakened Len. He opened his eyes and saw that Marion was kneeling next to him and her mouth moving up and down over his cock. Waves of delight crashed over him. Given the level of excitement Marion was taking him to, Len knew he'd soon fill her mouth with his hot, sticky fluids. He didn't know if Marion wanted that, so he stroked her back to let her know he was awake.

Without taking her mouth from his cock, Marion turned and looked at him, her eyes wild.

"I'm going to come!" Len croaked. "God, darling, you have me so close!"

In response to Len's passionate entreaty, Marion intensified her actions. Her hand clasped his balls and rolled them. That added to the savage sensations that were threatening to overwhelm him.

"Oh, God, Marion, I...I can't wait..." Len groaned, "I...I can't take any it any more!!!" He exploded, hot fluids gushing from his pulsing penis into Marion's mouth.

Exultation filled Marion when the young man came. She kept her mouth on his pulsing rod and gulped down the hot juices he shot into her. At the same time she milked his erection with her hand until Len, at last, was limp. Then she sat back on her heels and looked down at him. She was smiling and had traces of his juices on her chin.

Len lifted his arms. Marion slid into them and kissed him. They lay in a warm embrace, calming.

Len, far from being ready to quit, let his hands begin moving over Marion's smooth, warm body once more and heard her purr with delight.

Len shifted so he could better explore Marion's well-shaped torso. She moaned exultantly when he sucked on one of her rigid nipples. She grabbed his head and pulled his face against her, urging him to do more.

Len's hand slid once more between his lover's legs and his fingers parted her silken labia, then slipped into her. Once again, Marion moaned passionately, then she began fucking herself against his fingers. At the same time, Len's lips moved from one straining nipple to the other.

At last, Len quit her breasts and his lips began a journey down over her belly. He paused and lavished attention to Marion's navel, evoking squeals of delight. All the while, her hips continued thrusting against his fingers.

"Yessss!!! Oh, God, Len, yesssss!!!" Marion hissed. She knew what he was going to do, and that knowledge evoked a level of anticipation that made her body quake.

Len found her clit and sucked it into his mouth. 

"Yesssssssss!!!!! Yessssssssssss!!!! Yessssssssssssss!!!!" Marion groaned. Her hips humped up and down on the bed frantically as passion overwhelmed her yet again.

Spent, Marion snuggled against her lover. "Oh, God, darling!!" she exulted, "That was wonderful, but I want to make love with you some more!"

She squeezed him tight against her, then she bent and began kissing his chest. Her lips and tongue teased his nipples until they were hard while her hands continued to roam over his ebony body, sliding over his ass, which tightened with involuntary spasms as she caressed it.

"You like that, don't you, darling?" Marion whispered.

"You better believe I like it!" Len moaned in reply. "There's nothing I like more! Except being in you!"

"Well, then, I guess that's where I should put you," Marion exclaimed. She rolled atop him, trapping his re-invigorated penis between them. Then she began moving her hips, caressing his cock with her wet opening.

"I have to have you again, my love!" she gasped. "I need you!" She reached between them, got his swollen wand into her, and began moving her hips. "Oh, God, Len!!!" she cooed, "I love this!!! This is wonderful!!!! I love it!!!"

Marion's hips moved faster and faster, whipping Len's swollen organ around inside her. Her moans grew louder and her body began trembling. "Yessss, Len!!! Yessss!!! Yessssss!!!" she moaned. "Yesssssss!!! Oh, yessssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!! Lennnnnnnnn!!!!! Oh, yessssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!! Oh, Lennnnnnnnnn, yessssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!"

"Yeahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Len cried when his cream jetted into her once again.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Marion murmured blissfully as they lay wrapped in a happy, satified embrace once they finished. "That was so wonderful!!!"

"It sure was!" Len agreed.

After a bit, Len rolled on his side and looked at Marion. "You hungry?" he asked.

Marion smiled. "You know, I was just thinking the same thing," she said. "Want to call down for room service?"

"We could go out and get something. It might be nice to get out of bed for a little while," Len said.

"When we came in, I noticed a fast-food place down the road that has a drive-up window," Marion said. "That OK with you?"

"Be fine," Len replied.

They got out of bed and began to dress. Marion picked her bra and panties from the floor.

"You don't need that stuff," Len said, grinning.

Blushing, Marion put her dress on, but left her underwear in the room.

"I feel naughty," Marion said as they walked down the hall. She was very conscious of the fact that her breasts were jiggling as she walked. "I can't remember the last time I went out in public without a bra."

Len glanced over, saw her jellied mounds quivering, and noticed that her nipples had begun to grow erect. "You should do it more," he said.

When they got out to the parking lot, Marion said, "You drive," and handed Len her car keys.

They got in, Len started the engine, and Marion slid across the seat, snuggled against him, and kissed his neck.

"I should make you put your seatbelt on," Len said as he backed out of the parking space. "But I guess I'll just have to drive safely." He drove out of the lot, onto the highway.

While he drove, he began to fondle Marion's breasts through her dress, then he slid his hand down into the neck, onto her warm, silken skin.

"Len!!!" Marion squealed. "You're terrible!"

"Want me to stop?" Len asked. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple.

"Nnnnnnhhhhh!!!! No!!! No!!!!!" Marion replied, shuddering.

Len drove into the lot of the fast-food outlet. As they waited in line behind some other cars, he continued stroking his lover's breasts and enjoying her soft gurgles of delight.

"Oh, God Len!!!!!!" Marion whispered. She snuggled against him and luxuriated in the feelings his hands were giving her as the line of cars moved closer to the drive-in window.

Len slipped his hand out of the top of Marion's dress, dropped it onto her bare knee, then slid it up between her velvety thighs and touched her center. His action drew a moan of pleasure from her.

"Ohhhhh!!! Len!!!" Marion groaned. She clutched his arm and her body continued to quake.

The line of cars moved slowly forward. Len kept moving with them. At the same time, his fingers parted Marion's labia and one finger slid into her.

When Len's finger began thrusting into her, thrills rushed through Marion and her hips began rocking. She spread her legs to give him easier access. "Len!!!" she whispered, "If...if you keep doing that, I...I...I'm going to come!!!"

"What's stopping you?" he said. They arrived at the speaker and he gave their order.

Marion, lost in the throes of passion, wasn't even aware Len was ordering their food. She was rocking against his fingers, her hips alive with frantic activity.

"I'm comming!!!! Oh, Len!!!! I'm commmminnnnnggggg!!!!!" she murmured, bucking against her lover's hand. Gasps and groans of passion continued to pour from her.

Len watched the flush spread over Marion's face and felt the frantic activity of her body against his hand. He wondered if the shaking of the car was visible to the people waiting in line behind them. Doing what he'd been doing to Marion had him very turned on.

By the time they reached the pick-up window Marion had calmed down and was leaning against Len. He paid for their order, took the food then drove off.

"That was crazy!!" Marion whispered. Her face reddened. "God! Can you imagine what the people in the cars behind us thought was going on?"

"They probably thought your shocks needed to be replaced," Len commented dryly.

"I doubt very much that's what they were thinking," Marion said. "God! I still can't believe I let you do that! It was so crazy!!!" She kissed him on the cheek. "But it was so wonderful!"

They returned to the motel. Len carried the food in and set it on the dresser. Marion locked the door then, a hot smile curving her lips, she started toward Len. When she reached him, she sank to her knees, unzipped his pants, dragged his rigid cock out and began to caress it.

She looked up at Len and grinned. "We can eat the food later," she said. "I don't mind if it's cold, do you?"

Before Len could answer, she took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue lashed it, her lips caressed the swollen, veined shaft, and her hands rolled the young man's swollen balls. Marion heard her lover's fervid moans and felt him trembling. She knew it wouldn't be long before he came.

Len was so stunned and overwhelmed by Marion's unexpected actions that, only moments after she began, he was erupting into her mouth with gut-wrenching spasms.

Quite a bit later, lying in bed, they ate their cold food. "Want more?" Len asked when he finished his last hamburger.

"Yes," Marion replied. She grinned at him. "And I'm not talking about food!" She shoved him onto his back and her hands began exploring his marvelous ebony body. Her caresses and kisses had Len hard again in no time.

"Get on your knees," Len croaked.

Marion turned on the bed and did what he'd asked, offering her marvelously shaped bottom to him. He clambered top his knees and shuffled to her, his cock smacking against her butt.

Marion felt it, groaned, and pressed back against him. Len took his cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down through her vagina.

Marion didn't want to play. She needed him in her! "In me!!! Put it in me, darling!!!!" she begged.

Len hunched his hips forward, burying his cock in her snug, warm channel.

"Yesssss!!!! Yessssss!!! Yesssss!!!" Marion whined while Len's swollen organ filled her and waves of pleasure swept over her. She shoved herself back and heard his thighs smack against her buttocks. She could feel her breasts jumping as Len plunged into her. "God, Len!!!!" she exclaimed, "Yessssssss!!!!!! Yessssssss!!!! I'm going to come!!!"




The Predator Ch. 04



She stood stock still, her blouse hanging open to her waist, her tits bared, and nipples hard while she waited for him to return. She listened for the distinct sound of his boots and then the crash of the door as he kicked it shut, announcing his arrival. 

He stepped up behind her, lifting her hair and bucking a thin leather collar on her neck, the sound of the paddle lock clicking shut was like thunder in her ears.

"This is just a little something that will remind you of who you belong to, my sweet little slut" he whispered in her ear; his hands sliding her shirt over her shoulders and down her back as he undressed her. 

"Take off your skirt for me, slut" he whispered, his fingers again finding her nipples and slowly rolling them.

She arched her back as he manipulated her titties, rolling and pinching her nipples. The pressure increasing as she hadn't made a move yet to remove her skirt.

"Now, slut" he demanded, increasing the pressure as he pinched her nipples.

Moaning softly as he mauled her tits, her hands started to unbutton the skirt, pulling the zipper slide down and letting it drop to the floor.

"Mmmm, that's my good little slut" he praised, easing up only slightly on her nipples.

"Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?" he whispered against her ear.

"Yes, Daddy", she gasped softly as he continued to manipulate her nipples.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your head, interlacing your fingers" he commanded.

Slowly she turned around, kicking the skirt to the side; her hands interlaced behind her head, this position making her tits stand out.

He circled around her, touching and probing here and there...knowing that this form of inspection was both humiliating and exciting to the girl. 

"Spread your legs wider slut" he commanded, kicking her legs apart.

"Do you like this, my slut..." he whispered against her ear as he tugged on a hard nipple...knowing the answer before she would admit to it.

"No Daddy" she whispered, even as she spoke the words she knew it was a lie.

"No? You don't like this, my slut? I don't believe you....your body is telling me the truth...I think you love this...love the humiliation, love being in this vulnerable position, where anyone could walk thru the door right now and see you. See how your nipples have hardened...no, I think you love this, my little slut" he whispered roughly against her ear.

"Such a naughty little girl for lying to Daddy..." he whispered, feeling her shiver.

He kept one hand slowly rolling and pinching her nipple as the other hand snaked down to her cunt, slowly teasing her mound, watching her hips as she bucked against his hand, her body instinctively knowing what to do even though she was still a virgin. His finger slid over her clit, feeling it dance as he slowly circled the nub. He slid down further, her juices coating his hand as he slid a finger into her tight hole, slowly sliding it in and out, delving deeper and deeper until he felt the protective covering of her hymen indeed proclaiming her virginity. He was careful not to break the thin barrier; he had other plans for that. He continued to slowly finger fuck her cunt, smiling as her hips found his rhythm, her low moans and gasps of pleasure music to his ears.

He continued working her body like a finely tuned instrument until she was just at the edge, he would tease her clit until she was just at that line and then he would go back to finger fucking her bald cunt, whispering lewd comments to her the whole while he was playing with her. He knew she liked this because of her body's response, the sharp intake of breath, the blush that would rise up from her chest to her face as he continued to play with her and tell her what a slut she was. All of this was being done to prepare her for her next steps and just because he found pleasure in doing so. He loved to humiliate and play her body against her mind. He knew the war raging inside her head. He also knew that her body was winning the battle.

"Bend over the pool table, my wet little slut, like a good girl for Daddy" he whispered to her, smiling as he heard her low tell-tale moan.

He helped her to position her hips against the edge of the table and then laid her down against the felt, her toes dangling off the floor, her ass raised up to him, her wetness glistening in the low lights of the room. He slid his fingers from her clit to her tiny rose bud ass hole, swirling the thick nectar over the tiny star, watching as her back arched and she tried to lift her ass up higher to him.

"Tuck your knees up beneath you, slut" he commanded softly, helping her to struggle into position.

"Now spread those thighs wide for Daddy" he commanded again.

Again he slid his fingers thru her juices, pinching her clit and eliciting a deep moan from her before circling her tiny star, gently pressing the tip of his finger against her sphincter, massaging it, feeling her muscles relax as his other hand found a nipple and pinched and rolled it as he slowly worked his finger into her ass.

He applied more pressure to her nipple, pinching and pulling on it as he continued to work his finger deeper into her ass, slowly fucking her, loosening her up.  He pinched her nipple sharply as he plunged his finger deep into her ass, smiling as he heard her sharp gasp of pain. In and out he worked his large finger, swirling the digit deep in her ass, pinching and pulling her nipple as her ass slowly relaxed against the intrusion.

"You like that, don't you, my hot little slut?" he taunted her, knowing she would refute it. When she did not answer, he plunged his finger deep into her ass, raping it as he roughly fucked her. 

"Don't you, slut?" he demanded.

"No.....no Daddy" she weakly claimed.

Again and again his finger pistoned in and out of her ass, adding another large finger as she loosened up, he watched her body's reaction as he took her ass, smiling as her hips bucked against his hand, listening to the low moans and whimpers as she struggled to control her body.

"Turn over, slut" he commanded sharply as he withdrew his fingers, chuckling as he heard her whimper.

When she did not immediately respond, he physically turned her over himself, pulling her body down the table so her ass was just on the edge of the pool table. Grabbing her by the ankles he pushed her legs up to her chest, splaying her thighs wide. Leaning forward he latched on to one of her nipples, roughly sucking and biting the hard tip.

"When I give you a direct order, I expect you to comply immediately, slut!" he sharply reprimanded. "Yes Daddy" she meekly replied, her voice husky with her lust.

Slowly he stands up, looking down at her, her ankles still clutched in his hands as he holds her legs pushed up against her shoulders, his eyes holding hers as he takes in the sight.

"Ya know for not being a slut, you sure are acting like one, aren't you?" he states matter-of-factly. He chuckles as a deep blush creeps up her face and neck, taking it a step further.

"Look at you...laying naked on a pool table in a public bar. Your cunt is soaking wet, your hair is wild and tangled, tits heaving and to top it off, you just met me tonight. Don't you think that would constitute you being a slut?" he taunts her.

He continues to goad her, knowing she will strike out at any moment. He is ready for her and ready for the next step of his plan.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk" he continues to taunt. "Poor little slut, all alone in this big world...her own daddy can't stand to look at her, her momma ran off and hasn't been back and her step-momma doesn't want her. Is that why you came looking for me, cunt?" 

She screeches, flying up from the pool table like a wild cat, clawing and hissing at him. She scratches his face before he is able to catch her wrists, holding them in an iron hold as he brings his face close to hers. "Don't ever, ever strike me again, slut...ever!" he growls. 

In retaliation, she spits in his face. Immediately she knows she has gone too far, her eyes are terrified as she watches the thin line of spittle slowly roll down his cheek.

He rubs his cheek against his upper arm, wiping the spit away. His eyes have taken on a dangerous glint and he can feel her body shaking. 

Holding her wrists in one hand he reaches down to his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his Levi's button downs with a quick flick of his wrist. He holds her terrified eyes with his, enjoying her terror.

"Do you know what happens to little girls that cross my path and piss me off, slut?" he growls low against her ear; feeling her body shaking.

She starts to struggle, the "fight or flight" instinct kicking in; stopping abruptly as she hears a shrill whistle pierce the room.

"You've left me no alternative, slut" he growls.



The Predator Ch. 04



Len leaned forward and cupped Marion's breasts in his hands loosely, letting her rigid nipples slide against his palms as he plunged into her.

Marion's moans became wails as the need growing inside her exploded. "Len!!!" she cried. "Oh, Len!!!!! Yesssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!! Oh, yesssssssssssssssss!!!! Take meeeeeee!!! Take meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!"

Len once more experienced an incredibly gratifying rush of delight as his fluids coursed into Marion.

"I...I don't think I...I can make love again," Marion said as they lay in each other's arms recovering from the experience they'd just shared. "I'm exhausted!"

"I'm not sure I can, either," Len agreed. He tightened his embrace, pulling her closer.

"I hate the thought of going home," she whispered.

"It's not that late," Len said. "Didn't you tell your husband you're meeting might run late?"

Marion smiled. "I did tell him that, didn't I?" She kissed him.

"Want to watch TV?" he asked.

"Why not?" Marion replied.

As they watched TV, Marion snuggled against Len with her back to him. She moved to get more comfortable at one point, and doing so caused her buttocks to moved against the young man's middle.

Marion's moving against him felt better than Len thought it would. As her firm bottom moved against it, his penis began nudging into the cleft between her shapely globes as it swelled.

Len slid his hand down over Marion's side, onto one of her breasts, and he massaged the nipple with his finger. It quickly grew rigid. At the same time, the action of Marion's hips grew more urgent and she began to groan.

The re-awakening of passion surprised Marion as much as it had Len. She kept squirming her bottom against his swelling organ and shivered in reaction to what his fingers were doing to her breast. Her lover's cock grew harder and harder as her bottom moved against it insistently.

"That feels so wonderful, Len!" she murmured.

"It sure does," Len agreed. He continued caressing her, at the same time moving his hips, sliding his cock in and out between her buttocks. He slid his hand down her leg and pulled it back over his. Then he slid his hand through her pubic hair, to her clit.

Marion, once more filled with need, increased the pace with which her hips were moving and felt Len's cock, which had protruded between her legs, rubbing against her vagina. Groaning, she reached down and guided it into her.

"I was wrong, I can do it again!" she murmured, her body beginning motions of lust, thrills shooting into her once again. Her passion rose rapidly and then she exploded. "God!!! Oh, God!!! Len!!! Oh, Len!!!!!" she cried, "Nowwwwwwwwww!!! Oh, yes, darling, nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!"

Groaning with delight, Len exploded, too, pumping his fluids into her.

At last, when Len pulled his softening organ from her, Marion turned and pressed against him. "I...I really do have to go home tonight," she whispered, "although I don't really want to. I...every time we're together, it...it gets harder for me to leave you."

Len kissed her. "I know," he said. "It keeps getting harder and harder for me, too." He took a chance. "Marion, I...I think I'm...I'm falling in...in love with you."

"Oh, Len!" Marion exclaimed. She buried her face against his chest. She felt him stroking her hair and her smooth back.

She'd been struggling to come to grips with her feelings for Len for some time. She knew she should probably end her marriage, but did she and Len really have a future? After all, he was quite a bit younger than she was. And there was the fact of their racial difference, too.

"Len, I...I care for you very deeply," she whispered. "I really do, but..."

"I want to be with you all the time," Len said. "I hate it that you go home to your husband."

"But...but he and I...we...we haven't done anything in over a year," Marion protested. "I...I can't. I...I couldn't."

"Why don't you leave him, then?" Len said.

"I...I know I should," Marion replied. "But...I...I can't explain." She kissed Len, then took a deep breath and looked deep into his brown eyes. "I..." Another deep breath. "I love you," she said. "I really do!"

Len was thrilled. He tightened his arms around her, pressing her to him as if he could absorb her body into his. "I love you, too," he said. "I've never loved anyone the way I love you."

Finally, unable to delay their departure any longer, they got up, showered, and dressed. Then, arms around each other, they walked to the door, kissed fondly then went out to Marion's car.



The Predator Ch. 05



William P. Atherton, III, a tall, handsome man with dark brown hair, wearing a tuxedo, rang the doorbell at the McIntyre home. He was "William," not "Willie," "Will," or "Bill." A nickname simply wouldn't do for an Atherton.

 Jennifer opened the door so her escort for the evening could enter her house. "Good evening, William," she said.

"Ah...good evening, Jennifer," William replied. He gazed at Jennifer with undisguised admiration. He'd always known Jennifer was attractive, but he usually saw her in the casual clothes she wore when she worked around the farm and had forgotten how really attractive she was when she was dressed up. "I...I must say," he stammered, "You look very lovely tonight."

"Thank you, William," Jennifer said. She was wearing a wheat colored pantsuit, the jacket held closed by a sash of the same color. Her curly brown hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders and down her back.

"Shall we go?" William asked, bowing slightly.

"Of course," Jennifer replied.

William held the door for her and she walked outside, down her front steps, to the waiting Bentley. A liveried chauffeur stood by the rear door, holding it open.

Jennifer turned to William. "Only the Bentley?" she asked. "I don't rate the Rolls?"

William's face reddened. "I must apologize," he said. "Mother and Father took the Rolls."

Jennifer laughed. "William, don't be so serious," she said. "I was only kidding."

"Oh," William replied. He was not happy to have Jennifer pulling his leg.

Jennifer got in the car and sank into the soft leather seat and William joined her. The chauffeur closed the door behind them, walked around, and got in behind the wheel.

"So, William," Jennifer said as the car glided silently down her driveway. "What have you been doing with yourself?"

"Father and mother wanted to travel this year, so father appointed me vice-president and acting C.E.O. of the brokerage," he replied. "With economic conditions being what they are, I've been horribly busy."

While her escort launched into a detailed description of the trials and tribulations of his job at his father's investment brokerage, Jennifer felt her eyes glazing over. "Why did I ever say I'd go to this affair with him tonight?" she found herself wondering as William babbled on. "It would have been better if I'd gone alone."

It was a problem she'd faced her whole life. Her parents were extremely strict, monitoring her dating closely, carefully doing what they could to keep her from dating boys who were, as they put it, "beneath her." The fact that Jonathan, who her parents loved and approved of, had always been available made her folks' job easier.

"If they'd only known what Jonathan was really like," Jennifer mused, barely aware of William, who kept droning on and on about his job at the brokerage.

There was one boy her parents missed keeping her away from, at least for a time. His name was Tommy Singleton. He was a good-looking young man of nineteen who came to work on the farm the summer Jennifer was fifteen. He and Jennifer had gotten friendly, but nothing more seemed likely to happen because her parents kept their usual close watch on her.

Then her folks went on a trip and allowed Jennifer to stay home because she was appearing in a ballet recital...

**********

She went out to the barn one morning and found Tommy stacking hay bales The young man smiled when he saw Jennifer approaching.

"Hi, Jen," he said.

"Hi, Tommy," Jennifer replied. "that looks like hard work."

"Yeah, it is," he replied. "I was thinking about going swimming when I'm finished."

"Where do you go swimming?" Jennifer asked. She knew he didn't use the pool on the farm. The hired help wasn't allowed to use the family's pool.

"There's a place up in the hills I found, it's really neat," the young man replied. He brightened. "Hey, you want to go with me?"

Jennifer wasn't sure she should. She knew her parents definitely wouldn't approve. "Sure," she said. She decided to do something she wanted to do for a change. Her parents weren't around, and would never have to know. "It sounds like fun."

"Why don't you go get your suit?" Tommy said. "I'm almost done here."

Jennifer walked back to the house, slipped into a swimsuit then pulled a pair of cutoff jeans over it. It was an outfit her parents wouldn't have approved of, but they weren't home and Jennifer was feeling rebellious. She grabbed a towel and headed back for the barn.

Tommy, sitting in his beat-up old Jeep, was waiting for her. Jennifer was very aware of the approving gaze he gave her as she walked toward him and slid into the jeep.

"Let's go," she said.

Tommy started down a dirt road that led up into the hills surrounding the farm.

"Where are we going?" Jennifer asked as he turned onto what appeared to be a logging road. It was just two tracks, almost overgrown with brush.

"It's a place I found earlier," he told her. "I wander all over the property on my time off. You'll love it, it's really neat."

The road pitched uphill and grew even more primitive. Tommy reached down and put the jeep in four-wheel drive.

"Just how far back in the woods is this swimming hole?" Jennifer asked as they crawled along the rugged road.

"About a mile or two," Tommy answered. The little lake he was taking her to was very picturesque, surrounded by a forest meadow and filled with clear water. It was the perfect place for an afternoon with a beautiful girl. "I wonder if she'd go skinny-dipping with me?" he thought and felt his face get hot.

"Tommy! You're blushing!" Jennifer exclaimed. "What on earth were you thinking about?"

"Ah...well...not...nothing, really," Tommy stammered.

They rounded a corner and there the lake was. Tommy pulled the jeep into the clearing around the lake and shut the engine off.

"Tommy, this is beautiful!" Jennifer exclaimed. "I never knew there was anything like this on our property." She got out of the jeep. "I'm going swimming," she said.

"That's why we came, isn't it?" Tommy said. He got out of the jeep, too.

Jennifer and Tommy walked toward the pond. She stripped off her shorts and continued toward the crystal blue water.

Tommy gazed at Jennifer as she walked away from him. Her black swimsuit displayed her fine figure, leaving little to the imagination. He slipped out of his T-shirt and pants then he raced for the pond and dove into the water. Since the pond was fed by springs, the water was cold. He looked back at Jennifer, who was still standing on shore, hugging herself.

"Come on in, Jennifer," Tommy said, fighting to keep his teeth from chattering, "the water's fine."

Jennifer screwed up her courage and jumped into the lake. The minute she was in the chilly water, she then began jumping up and down, hugging herself, and squealing.

"You didn't tell me the water was this cold!" she exclaimed. "God!"

Tommy, his body adjusted to the cold water, began splashing her. "You have to get wet," he said, "It helps you get adjusted to the water."

"I'll give you get wet!" Jennifer exclaimed. Laughing, she started toward him, splashing him the same way he was splashing her.

When Jennifer got closer to him, Tommy started to back up, but he lost his balance on the slippery bottom and fell. As he sank into the water, his legs came up and hit Jennifer's. She lost her balance and fell, too. Her slim form landed on top of him, and he could feel her warm flesh brushing his.

The two young people struggled to get their feet under them on the slippery floor of the lake. Their bodies continued to brush as they did. The struggle allowed Tommy to inadvertently touch various parts of Jennifer's anatomy by the time they finally managed to get to their feet. They stood there in the water, facing each other, sputtering.

Jennifer grinned at Tommy. "You were right," she said, "once you're wet, the water isn't so cold." She turned and began swimming toward the center of the pond. She had been very aware of Tommy's touches and the powerful feelings they evoked in her. Shaken by how she was feeling, she wanted to put some distance between them so she could get herself under control.

Tommy followed. They swam for a while then headed back to shore.

"Swimming in cold water really does make you feel good, doesn't it?" Jennifer said when they waded out onto the shore.

"Yeah," Tommy agreed. He went to the jeep, got a blanket, and spread it out on a level spot on the grass near the shore.

Jennifer liked this. Being with Tommy was a lot of fun. He was a lot looser and easier to talk to than the stuffy kids she normally did things with. She laid back and let the warm sunlight beat down on her for a while. She glanced over at Tommy and saw that he'd done the same thing.

After lying in the sun for a while she sat up. "Do you want to swim some more?" she asked.

"Ah...sure, why not?" Tommy replied.

They both stood up.

"This is really nice," Jennifer said softly, looking into Tommy's eyes. "I'm really glad you asked me to come swimming with you, Tommy."

Tommy stepped toward her and she moved closer to him. Then their lips were touching. Their young bodies pressed together as their tongues probed and lashed.

Fire flashed in Tommy's body and, from the way Jennifer was moving against him and cooing, he had a feeling it was doing the same in hers. They sank to their knees on the blanket. Tommy's hand found the knot on the string that held the side of Jennifer's suit closed, and opened it. He managed to get the suit open and his hand slid under it, onto one of her bare breasts.

"Oh, Tommy!!!" Jennifer moaned as she felt stupendous feelings begin to rush through her. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but it felt so nice! She wasn't a virgin, but the few other boys she'd been with had ever made her feel like Tommy was making her feel.

She slid her hand into his swimsuit and grasped his cock, finding that it was hard. She felt Tommy shudder.

Tommy managed to get Jennifer's swimsuit off then, as his hands began gliding over her smooth skin, his lips moved to her straining nipples.

Jennifer groaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts against Tommy's mouth. She hadn't expected this to happen, but was terribly glad it had. "Uhhhhhh!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, Tommy!!! Tommy!!!!" she moaned. Her body twisted as his hands traveled over it.

Tommy, keeping his touch as light as he possibly could, explored Jennifer's body, savoring the loud cries of joy his caresses evoked. His fingers slid down over her belly and he began to tease her vagina. Jennifer responded with gasps of ecstasy. When his fingers brushed her clit her gasps turned to wails and her body twisted and strained even more fervently. He moved between her out-stretched legs and began kissing her belly.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!! Tommy!!!!" Jennifer wailed. Her movements became more and more frenzied. "Uhhhhhhhh!!!!" she grunted when the young man slipped a finger into her snug pussy. Her hips were in constant motion and her head was rolling from side to side on the blanket.

Tommy kissed through Jennifer's sparse pubic hair then he lashed her clit with his tongue while his finger continued jabbing into her.

Jennifer had never felt anything like it. Her body went wild. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ooooohhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Tommy!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she groaned when a powerful orgasm swept over her.

When Jennifer finally relaxed, Tommy, who had shed his swim trunks, moved between her legs and plunged his rock-hard cock into her.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Jennifer murmured, her eyes opening. "Godddddd!!! Yesssss!!! Give it to me!!! Yesssssss!!! Oh, Tommy!!! Oh, Tommy!!! Oh, Tommy!!!"

Holding himself up on his outstretched arms, the young man drove his cock deep into her. "Gonna come!! Oh, Jeeez!!! I'm gonna come!" Tommy groaned as his explosion neared. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Jennifer!!!!" His come spewed from him, bathing her insides with moist heat.

"Tommy!!! Oh, Tommy!!! Ohh!!! Ohhhhh!!! So hottttt!!! I...I...I can feel you comming!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Tommy!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Eeeeeeeeahhhhhh!!!!" Jennifer cried, her body going wild, her hips straining, her pubic bone grinding against his, as enjoyment suffused her slim form.

Spent, they once more lay next to each other on their backs, sated, staring at the sky. Neither of them was exactly sure what to say. What they'd done was forbidden because of the class differences between them, but it had been the most wonderful experience either of them ever had.

Finally Jennifer turned on her side, raised up on her elbow and looked at Tommy. "That was unreal, Tommy!" she murmured. "God! I didn't know it was possible to feel that good!"

"Ah...do...do you...want to swim some more?" Tommy asked. He was a little embarrassed by her praise and didn't know how to respond.

"Sure," Jennifer said. She jumped to her feet and ran toward the lake.

Tommy couldn't believe what had happened. They had made love, now they were going to go skinny-dipping! He got to his feet and followed Jennifer into the water.

Jennifer had swum almost to the center of the pond before Tommy entered the water in a shallow dive and came up swimming. When he reached the middle of the pond he caught Jennifer, grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her naked body against his.

Jennifer turned in Tommy's arms and kissed him as they floated next to each other in the chilly water. After the kiss, they swam a little longer, then they made their way back toward shore.

"This really has been wonderful, Tommy," Jennifer said when they reached a spot where the water was shallow enough so they could stand. She put her arms around him and pressed her body against his.

Despite the cool water, Tommy felt his body reacting to contact with Jennifer's warm flesh.

Jennifer felt Tommy's swelling cock pressing against her leg. "Tommy!" she whispered. She reached into the water and took his growing cock in her hand. "I don't believe it! You're turned on again!" It startled and pleased her that he wanted her so much.

"Ah...yeah!" Tommy gasped. "I...I guess I am, huh?" The fact that Jennifer was stroking his cock, and that it felt incredibly good, made it very hard for him to talk. He placed his hand on one of Jennifer's breasts, rubbed his thumb over the nipple, and felt her shudder.

"Oh, Tommy!" Jennifer groaned. "God, when you do that, it turns me on! Let's go back to the blanket!"

"Want to try doing it here?" Tommy suggested.

"How...?" Jennifer looked puzzled. Tommy slid his hand up between her legs and began rubbing her clit and she gasped and shuddered.

"Lay back and let yourself float," Tommy said.

Jennifer let herself lay back in the water, wondering just exactly how Tommy planned to make love in the lake. She was sure they couldn't do it.

When Jennifer was floating on her back in front of him, Tommy moved between her lean, lovely legs. As he'd hoped, the water was just the right depth. She was floating at exactly the right height. Gripping his cock in his hand, he slid the tip between her silky vaginal lips.

"Ohhhh!!! Goddd!!!" Jennifer moaned, as she felt Tommy's erection sliding into her, "I...I guess...Uhhhhh!!!...I guess we...we can do it in the water!"

Tommy slid his cock partially into Jennifer then he grabbed her hips, pulled her all the way onto him, and began thrusting steadily. His pretty companion's floating body moved back and forth and his cock rode easily in and out of her well-lubricated passage.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, yesssss!!! That's wonderful, Tommy!!!! More!!! Give me more!!! Please!!! Please!!!" Jennifer cried as he plunged into her. "Ahhhhhhh!!! Tommy!!! Tommy!!! I'm gonna come!!! I'm gonna come!!! Tommy!!! Yeahhhhhh!!! Nowwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwww!!!!! Nowwwwwww!!!!!"

"Me, too!!! Oh, Goddddd, Jennifer!!! Jeniferrrrrrrr!!!!" Tommy moaned. Shuddering, he spewed his molten juices into her.

While the teenagers' bodies strained, their cries of delight echoed through the trees surrounding the pond.

When they were finally able, they got out of the water and collapsed in each other's arms on the blanket. A while later, dried by the warm sunlight, they rolled on their sides, facing each other.

"Today really was wonderful, Tommy," Jennifer whispered. "I like being with you."

"I had a really good time, too," Tommy said. "And I really like being with you, too."

Jennifer kissed him gently. "You are really a neat guy," she said softly.

Tommy felt himself blushing. "Do you think...ah...maybe...you know, you and I, we, we could go out some time?" he asked.

Jennifer smiled. "I think I'd like that," she said. She wasn't sure how she'd manage to do that, but she was going to try. She kissed him again.

"Ah...neat" Tommy replied. "I...I guess we ought to go back, huh?"

"I guess so," Jennifer said. "Thanks for today, Tommy." She sat up and reached for her clothes.

Tommy started getting his clothes together, too. Once they were dressed, they got back in the jeep and headed back to the farm.

**********

Jennifer never did get to go out on a date with Tommy. Although she was sure her parents had a hand in what happened, she was never sure exactly how they found out what had happened between her and the young farm hand.

A few days after their trip to the hidden lake, Tommy stopped coming to work. She didn't dare ask her parents what happened to him, but she had an idea they might have learned what she and Tommy did fired him. As she mused about what might have become of her relationship with the young man, she sighed.

"Jennifer!" William said firmly. His voice evidenced exasperation. "What ever were you thinking about? We're here."

"Oh," Jennifer said. "I'm sorry, William, I...I was thinking about something that happened eighteen years ago. I guess I was a little distracted."

"You certainly were," William huffed. "I had to call your name three times!"



The Predator Ch. 05



From the corner, a hidden door suddenly sprung open, a huge man ducking thru the door. "Problems, boss?" he questioned.

"Not anything we can't take care of Tiny" Mike responded, still holding the girl's wrists tightly in his iron grip.

Tiny nods his head slowly, his eyes raking over the naked girl on the pool table. "Seems like you may need a hand or two to hold this little slut down, Boss" he chuckles, watching as the girl squirms.

"Please don't do this, Mike...Montana...Daddy" she begs, her dark eyes already filled with tears as she pleads, looking up to him.

"Oh, now it is Mike, Montana, Daddy...not bastard...not fucking bastard?" he growls.

"Please, Daddy...I'll be a good girl for you...a good slut...please...I promise Daddy" she begs.

"Too late for that, cunt" he snarls back at her.

"Please.....Master" she whispers as she stretches up to him, nuzzling against him. 

He looks down at her thoughtfully, his glance swinging to Tiny, and then back to the girl trying to gain his favor back.

"What do you think, Tiny, give her a second chance to redeem herself?" he throws to the man standing and taking in the scene.

Tiny steps closer, slowly looking her up and down, his eyes raking over her. 

Feeling his gaze on her, she looks up to Tiny, gasping softly as she sees him more clearly in the lights hanging over the pool table. He is huge, at least 6'6-6'7, long pale blond hair, looking like a great hulking Viking warrior; a wicked looking scar from his forehead down to his cheek making him look menacing. His cobalt blue eyes meet hers with a ferocity she has never seen before. His arms are like tree trunks, the muscles bulging almost unnaturally; everything about him, she notices, is huge.

"That scar you see on his face is the result of a wild cunt that got away from him once...and only once" Mike supplied for her. "By the time he was done with her, she wasn't fighting anymore...took that fight right out of her" he added.

"How long did that take ya, Tiny....to get that cunt to purr like a helpless kitten and to learn who's in charge?" Mike asked, already knowing the answer.

Running a fingertip along the length of the scar and then slowly rubbing his chin, Tiny answered, "took damn near two full days to break that little bitch, a full week to get her to address me correctly and nearly a month to get her broke in with the rest of the boys." "Still have to remind the little cunt every now and then, sometimes when she needs it, sometimes just because I feel like it" he added, chuckling.

Mike chuckled in response, "done a good job too, she's one of the best cunts around...knows her place too."

Tiny flushed with the compliment, "well, I do have some unconventional ways...but they seem to work." "Damn straight they do....that cunt can suck cock like nobody's business...almost like she is trying to suck a golf ball through a garden hose" Mike chuckled.

Tiny grinned and nodded and then turned his attention back to the slut held within Mike's iron hold. "So what's the story with this one, Boss?" he inquired.

Mike gazed down at the girl in his grasp before looking back at Tiny, his voice low "she seems to be a total innocent...virgin and the cherry is still intact...for now."

Tiny's eyes widened and he whistled low before responding, "virgin, huh?" 

Tiny knew Mike's fetish for virgins and knew without being told that the Boss would be keeping this little gem for himself, at least for the time being; the rest of the guys would be disappointed but there were lots of cunts to go around without this one. 

"Still got some cuffs in that back room there, Tiny?" Mike questioned.

"Yep, sure do Boss...never know when they might come in handy" Tiny replied with a grin.

"You're a regular fuckin' boy scout aren't ya...always prepared. I knew there was a reason why you were my right hand man" Mike chuckled.

Tiny just grinned and walked back to where he had come from in the back to retrieve the cuffs and a few more things he thought the Boss may want or need; he always anticipated the Boss' needs.

By this time the girl was shivering with her fear, her dark eyes wide, tears steadily streaming; she knew what was going to happen and knew there was no turning back.

"How ya want her secured, Boss...arms out to the side or stretched completely out above her head?" Tiny inquired.

"Why don't we get them to the sides for now...if she starts fighting again then we will stretch the lil bitch out" Mike replied...giving her a stern look that warned no argument.

"We are going to secure your wrists in these cuffs to the pool table...you can either make it easy and cooperate or fight us; the end result will be the same. So what's it gonna be, little girl?" Mike asked her, his eyes boring into hers.

"Please don't do this...I'm begging you, Mike...Daddy....Ma...Mas...Master" she pleaded.

"This ain't the time for begging...I'll have you doing that soon enough. I asked you a question and expect an answer. NOW!" he snarled.

"I didn't agree to this...I only agreed to the bet...this is not right....please don't do this...please, Sir" she again implored.

"Guess it is gonna be the difficult way, eh Tiny?" Mike stated. "Gets those cuffs on her" he commanded.

Tiny was snapping a cuff down on one of her wrists even before the Boss had finished his sentence and then attached one end to a conveniently placed eye bolt in the table.

"Nooooooo!" she screamed as the cuff bit down against her wrist.

Tiny was already at the other side and grabbing her wrist from the Boss when she started fighting, trying to get away; Tiny looked at the Boss and smirked as he snapped the second cuff down to the eye bolt on the other side.

"They just don't get it do they, Boss?" Tiny chuckled.

Mike pulled her down the table so her ass was just slightly hanging off the ledge; her legs were still splayed wide with him in between them, "nope, they sure don't, Tiny" he replied as his hand came down hard against her bare cunt, making a sharp crack in the silence of the room. A shrill scream pierced the room immediately after the crack of his hand on her cunt.

"Keep your legs exactly how they are now...splayed wide and your heels up on the ledge, otherwise I will bind your legs too, got it cunt?" he snarled at her.

She could only nod, tears were streaming down her face, her cunt felt like it was on fire.

Mike looked at the clock on the opposite wall, noting it was 1:45 in the morning. Turning to Tiny, he stated "clear out the bar and lock up and then come back in here when everyone is gone."

Tiny nodded and disappeared thru the secret door.

Mike grabbed the nearest bar stool and settled into it, gulping down the rest of the whiskey left in his glass and then lighting a cigarette...his eyes never leaving her. 

The minutes seemed to tick away and still he did nothing except smoke his cigarette...blowing thin streams of smoke into the dim light, his eyes boring into her. She didn't speak or make a sound, she instinctually knew not too.

A noise in the back of the room shifted his focus from her to the hidden door, a slow smile breaking his stern face as he saw Tiny duck back into the room with two bottles in his hand.

"Always anticipating, aren't ya man" Mike declared eyeing the bottles of whiskey and tequila.

Tiny just grinned and shrugged his wide shoulders in response. "Figured it was gonna be a long night and thought you might need some refreshments, Boss" Tiny added.

"Always thinking ahead" Mike chuckled.

"Pull up a stool and pour yourself a drink" Mike said as he slid his glass over to be refilled.

Tiny grinned and replied as he filled the Boss' glass, "don't mind if I do, Boss."

"How was the night's take, Tiny" Mike inquired as he sipped the whiskey.

"Not too bad, Boss" Tiny replied. "Otis wasn't none too happy about getting chased off earlier, claimed he saw the little cunt first so he thinks by rights she should be his. Had a hard time getting him out the door" Tiny added.

"He still have that big bar tab going?" Mike questioned.

"Yep and added to it tonight, Boss. Want to start collection proceedings on him?" Tiny responded.

"Yeah, maybe if he is worrying about how he is going to pay me, he won't be so worried about her" Mike stated, nodding his head to the girl anchored to the pool table.

"Sounds like a plan, Boss, will get on it first thing in the morning" Tiny responded.

Mike nodded and then turned his attention back to the girl, noting that she had kept her position throughout the conversation he had with Tiny. 

"Thirsty, little girl" Mike inquired as he stood up from the stool and grabbed the bottle of tequila, his cowboy boots clicking against the tile as he walked up to her.

She barely nodded her head to indicate she was, her wide, dark eyes never leaving his; tears having dried, her long lashes still spiked from them.

Slowly he tipped the bottle to her lip, allowing a small stream of the amber liquid to drizzle into her mouth, pulling back when she choked and coughed as the fiery liquid burned down to her stomach. She tipped her chin up to indicate she had had her fill. He drizzled in more, indicating to her that he was the one in charge and she would be done when he said she was done.

After he had drizzled in another few ounces, he capped the bottle and set it down on the felt just above her head, his hand sliding over her head to brush the tendrils of hair from her face. His hands were calloused and caused a tiny shiver to run through her as he gently caressed her head; goose bumps rising over her exposed flesh.

"Please don't do this, Mike...it will be rape...I didn't agree to this...please" she whispered to him, immediately knowing that once the words were out of her mouth she had made a mistake. The feral gleam in his eyes returning as he slowly closed a large hand around her throat.

"Look up to the ceiling, cunt...see that red light up there?" he growled.

She looked up to the ceiling, indeed seeing a red light; her eyes shifted back to his, her heart sinking.

"That is a video camera, cunt" Mike stated menacingly.

"Tiny!" Mike bellowed.

Immediately, Tiny was up and out of the bar stool and on the opposite side of the table, "yeah, Boss?"

"Is the camera rolling?" Mike demanded.

"Yep, I started recording when Otis started hassling her, Boss" Tiny replied.

Mike shook his head, grinning, "think we are gonna have to rename you Boy Scout, Tiny. Good man!"

Turning his focus back to her, Mike then stated "as you heard, everything that has happened here tonight has been recorded and is still recording and that includes when you agreed to be mine when I put the collar on you, when I fucked your ass with my fingers...and when you agreed to the rules. Remember, cunt?"

Fresh tears started streaming down her face as she listened to his words, now knowing she was not going to be able to get away from this any time soon...

To be continued... 



The Predator Ch. 06



Once they were inside the Cartwright mansion, William and Jennifer went their separate ways. Shortly after she arrived, Jennifer bumped into Selena Johnson, one of the women who were serving as hostesses. Selena, dressed in an 18th century period costume, was chatting with a big, good-looking man Jennifer had never seen before.

 Selena, a buxom woman in her seventies, who had a pleasant face and purple hair, smiled when she saw Jennifer and said, "Jennifer! I'm so glad you could make it. Jennifer McIntyre, I'd like you to meet Alex Martin. He's a police officer."

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Miss McIntyre," Alex said, taking the hand offered by the attractive young woman, who smiled at him shyly. Her hand was soft, but her grip was firm. After the hand shake ended, his hand still tingled a little, and that puzzled him.

"It's Mrs....ah...Jennifer," Jennifer replied. Something about the big man drew her to him and disconcerted her.

"Alex just joined the Jamestown Police Department recently," Selena continued. "He's a captain, in charge of the detective division."

Jennifer smiled at Alex. "You look too young to be a police captain," she said.

"Maybe I'm wise beyond my years," Alex told her, grinning. "That and I work cheap."

"How long have you been a police officer, Alex?" Jennifer asked.

"Almost fifteen years," Alex replied. "Ever since I was old enough to be sworn." He'd always wanted to be a cop. He started his career in a metropolitan police department where, thanks to his better than average intelligence and willingness to work hard, he wound up becoming the youngest detective sergeant ever in the homicide division.

The impulsive purchase of a lottery ticket changed his life completely. He bought the ticket when he and his partner stopped at a convenience store to buy sodas one afternoon, and never expected to win, but he did.

When he realized he had more money than he'd ever need, he decided to try a quieter pace of life, so he quit the police department and bought a horse farm just outside Jamestown. He loved horses and had even spent a few years in the police department's mounted division, so the horse farm was a natural. A lot of the horses on his place were retired police horses whose officers occasionally came to visit. Those visits kept Alex in contact with his old police colleagues.

The farm kept him busy, but he missed police work. A few months earlier, itching to get back to his real love, he accepted the job of Detective Captain on the Jamestown Police Department. The Jamestown chief was Alex's old homicide commander in his former department and he very much wanted Alex to use his knowledge to reorganize and modernize the Jamestown department's detective division.

"Are you married, Alex?" Jennifer asked.

"Divorced," Alex replied. "It's a problem for a lot of cops." He got divorced because he caught his wife Myra in bed with a fellow officer. He left Myra and he filed for divorce within twenty-four hours. Since they had no kids and owned no property, getting the divorce didn't take long.

Fortunately for Alex, he won the lottery two years after he got the divorce, so Myra had no claim on the money, even though she did hire a shyster lawyer who tried to get her some of it.

"You know, Alex," Selena said knowingly, "Jennifer's divorced, too. And she raises horses, just like you do."

As they talked, Alex noticed Dean Abbott, a prominent local criminal attorney, walking in the front door, looking like he'd just come from a photo shoot for a fashion magazine. Alex knew Abbott because he'd had some dealings with him in court. He didn't like the lawyer one bit.

Abbott saw them, and started in their direction. Alex watched him come and wished he'd refused Selena's invitation to chat.

"Selena! Jennifer! Talk about luck. I walk in and the first thing I see are two of the loveliest women in Jamestown. How are you, ladies?" Abbott asked, completely ignoring Alex.

"I'm fine, Dean," Jennifer said.

"Dean, you are such a flatterer!" Selena exclaimed, blushing.

The two women chatted with Abbott for a few minutes then both he and Jennifer drifted off.

Selena linked her arm in Alex's and leaned close to him. "I wouldn't say this to anyone but you, Alex" she whispered, "but I think Dean Abbott is a pig. I don't know what it is about him, but every time I talk with him, I feel dirty. And his wife, Nora, is so sweet. I'm not sure why that poor girl stays with him."

"Love is strange sometimes," Alex observed. He wasn't really thinking about Dean Abbott. Jennifer McIntyre was occupying his thoughts. There was something about her he found very attractive. He reminded himself to be careful about how he was thinking. After what happened with Myra, he promised himself he'd never let a woman get to again. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle the pain of another failed relationship.

Dean Abbott got a drink, and when he did, he bumped into Anita Selzer, the attractive wife of a young associate in his law firm. Dean had been checking the young woman out for some time. He thought she was a hot item, and hoped he'd get an opportunity to talk with her alone at tonight's affair. Now he had it.

A few minutes into their conversation, the innuendo in Anita's statements and the hot looks she was giving Dean told him she might not turn him down if he wanted to sleep with her.

"Did you know there's a carriage house out back?" Dean asked her quietly.

"Really?" Anita replied.

"Yes," Dean continued. "The mansion's staff used to live there. The place is quite ornate. The Cartwrights made sure their staff lived well." He grinned. "Would you like to see it?"

Anita moved closer to him and put her hand on his arm. "I'd love to!" she said, a bit breathlessly.

As they moved through the crowd, Anita walked ahead of Dean and, as he watched the fluid movement of her tidy body in the snug black sheath she was wearing, he felt his cock begin to stiffen.

They went around behind the huge main house and walked up to the carriage house. Dean tried the door and breathed a sigh of relief when it opened. Anita stepped inside and he followed her, closing the door behind them. He didn't lock it.

"You weren't kidding, were you?" Anita said, looking around the big room they were standing in, "This is where the staff lived? This room is bigger and better furnished than the living room in our house!"

What appeared to have been a common living room for the staff was ornately furnished. It contained several over-stuffed chairs, an over-stuffed sofa, and a very large Oriental rug covered the highly polished hardwood floor.

"Their sleeping quarters were down that hallway," Dean said. "The bedrooms the help had were pretty fancy, too. You want to see them?"

Anita looked up at him and smiled warmly. "Of course," she replied.

Dean ushered her into one of the bedrooms in the carriage house. Like the main house, this building, too, had been carefully restored to what it once had been.

"This is really something," Anita said, looking around the bedroom. "I can't believe they had something this fancy for their servants."

A huge four-poster bed was the centerpiece of the room. It, along with a dresser and chiffonier that stood along the bedroom wall, appeared to have been made from solid wood, probably cherry.

Dean stepped toward Anita, who looked up at him and smiled.

"You know, I'm not sure I should be alone with you, Mr. Abbott," she whispered, licking her lips.

"Why Anita, don't you trust me?" Dean asked.

"It isn't you I don't trust..." Anita whispered. She stepped closer to him, tilted her face up and continued to gaze at him.

The scent of the perfume Anita was wearing filled Dean's nose. Almost positive she wouldn't resist, he pulled her into his arms and covered her lips with his. When he did, Anita seemed to melt against him. It felt as if she wanted to fuse herself to him. Dean's cock swelled as she pressed her hips against his groin, rotating them.

Anita was electrified by the way things were going. The minute she saw Dean Abbott arrive and realized his wife wasn't with him, she began working on getting him alone. Her husband had told her of Dean's reputation for womanizing, and she wanted to find out for herself it was deserved.

Anita had plans for her life, plans her husband wasn't doing much to help her attain. Michael, in her opinion, didn't have the drive and ruthlessness necessary to get ahead in the firm. He needed help and Anita decided it was up to her to provide it. She had no intention of being the wife of a junior associate for very long. Only a partner's income could buy her the kind of life-style she wanted.

She pressed against Dean Abbott and could feel the bulge in his pants. It felt huge! That surprised her. She had a personal belief that most men who were womanizers weren't much good as lovers. Maybe Mr. Abbott would be the exception to that rule!

"Mr. Abbott! We...we really shouldn't be doing this," Anita gasped when their kiss ended. "You...you're making me lose control."

"Do you really mean that?" Dean asked. He cupped one of her firm, well-formed buttocks in his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Would you rather go back to the party?"

"Oh, Mr. Abbott, I...I'm so confused. I don't know that I want," Anita murmured softly. She pressed even tighter against Dean as passion raced through her. She didn't want to leave. She just didn't want him to think she was willing to submit too easily. She put the flat of her hand against his chest.

"Mr. Abbott, we...we're both married. What...what about...about your wife?" she asked softly. "And my...my husband?"

"Are you really concerned about them?" Dean asked. He began to caress one of her breasts through her silky dress and felt a tremor go through her lean body. "This has nothing to do with them, it has to do with us." He concentrated his attentions on her nipple, which began to harden. "I want you, Anita."

"I-I want you, too," Anita replied. She slid her hand down and cupped his swollen cock. "This feels wonderful, but I want to know what it will feel like in me."

Dean wrapped his arms around her, picked her off her feet, and carried her toward the bed. Moments later, they were lying naked on the bed, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, fanning the flames of passion burning in both of them into a conflagration of need.

Dean began sucking Anita's nipples and she responded by groaning and stroking his rigid cock with her slim hand.

"Lay back," Anita purred after a few minutes. Dean did and watched as she got to her knees next to him. She moved her fingers over his thighs and lower belly, teasing him with her long fingernails. Dean groaned with delight and began to squirm.

Dean couldn't believe how powerful the effect Anita was having on him was. She was touching him everywhere, except his cock, but it was turning him on as much as if she'd been giving him a blowjob. He had never experienced anything like it before in his life. He should have gotten together with her a long time before this!

"Do you really want me, Mr. Abbott?" Anita whispered as she teased him. There was a trace of self-satisfaction in her voice.

"Yesss!!! My God, yesssss!!!!" Dean groaned. He couldn't remember ever wanting a woman more than he wanted this flame-haired vixen!

"Take me, then," Anita murmured. She laid back on the bed next to him, spread her legs, and reached for him.

Dean, roaring like a lust-enraged bull, rolled on top of his associate's wife and jammed his rigid cock into her willowy body. Sensations more overwhelming than he could ever remember experiencing ripped through him as his cock sank into her. He was wilder with desire than he'd ever been. Usually, he liked to take it slow and easy, but there was no way could he do that with this gorgeous redhead! His hips slammed against hers and he felt her legs lock around him as she strained against him.

"Oh, Mr. Abbott! This is wonderful!" Anita groaned as her husband's boss's body slammed against hers.

Dean looked down at the woman whose lean, pale body he was pillaging and was even more aroused by what he saw. Her hair had fanned out on the bed and made a wild red frame for her passion-filled face. Her breasts were tiny and had tiny areolas surrounding her surprisingly large nipples. Her long legs locked behind Dean as she strained against him. He couldn't recall ever having a woman react as frantically to his lovemaking as Anita was reacting.

"Yessss!!! Yesssss!!! Give it to meeeee!!! Take meeeee!!!" Anita wailed. "Harder!!! Harder!!! Do it harder!!! Yeesssss!!!!"

Dean continued hammering against her, even though in a dim recess of his mind he feared he might bruise her, so powerful were his thrusts. His control, which he prided himself on, was nonexistent. He was going to come! Was he ever!

"Gahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" he roared as his scalding cream spewed from his cock in powerful bursts.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Anita cried as her partner's hot juices laved her insides. Her body stiffened and she began shuddering violently. "Nowwwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwww!!! Yessssssssss!!!! Yessssssssssssssss!!! Yessssssssss!!!"

Back in the main house Alex, still mingling, had bumped into Jennifer again.

"So you raise horses?" he said.

Jennifer smiled at him and nodded. "I grew up around horses," she said. "Selena said you raise them, too, is that right? Isn't that an odd occupation for a captain of detectives?"

"I guess it might look sort of odd," Alex said. "Actually, I guess you might say I run a retirement home for police horses. I have only got one of my own, a Lippet Morgan I picked up from a friend of mine who raises them in Vermont."

"Really?" Jennifer said. "That sounds fascinating. I always wondered what happened to police horses when they aren't needed any more, or are too old. And I've always been interested in Morgans, especially Lippets. Most of the horses I have are thoroughbreds. Except for Bosco, my personal horse. He's an American quarter horse. I saw him at a horse show when he was a colt and talked my father into buying him for me." Her father hadn't been pleased that she'd chosen the quarter horse over the Arabian stallion he would have preferred she buy, but he caved in to weeks of unending pleading on Jennifer's part. She'd never been sorry. Bosco was the best friend she had in the world.

Before Alex could respond, William Atherton appeared. "There you are, Jennifer," he said. "Mother and father have been asking about you, they're dying to see you."

"I'll be right with you, William," Jennifer said. She smiled at Alex. "You'll have to come out to the farm sometime, Alex," she said. "And I'd love to see your horse, too. I've been told Lippet Morgans are wonderful horses. Maybe we can go riding some time."

"I'd like that," Alex said.

"It's really been nice meeting you, Alex," Jennifer said. She looked at William, who was hovering next to her, wanting her to get going, and smiled sheepishly. "I...I guess I better go."

Disappointed, Alex watched Jennifer accompany her escort toward another part of the house and found that he was disappointed that she'd gone. He decided he had enough of the fund-raiser and left.

As he walked toward his car, he saw Dean Abbott and Anita Selzer emerging from the carriage house. Both of them looked a bit flushed. "I wonder what they've been up to?" he wondered. "But then, given what I know about Mr. Abbott, I guess I can figure that out." He got in his pickup truck, started the engine, and started toward his place.

"Who was that you were talking with?" William asked Jennifer as they made their way through the mansion to where his parents were.

"His name is Alex Martin," Jennifer replied. "He's a policeman. A captain of detectives. He raises horses, too. That's what we were talking about."

"How on earth did a police officer get an invitation to this affair?" William sniffed.

"William, you can be such a pompous ass sometimes," Jennifer thought. She braced herself to meet the young man's parents, who were so stuffy they made him look positively loose.




The Predator Ch. 06



Mike and Tiny stood over the helpless girl bound to the pool table...Tiny didn't say anything, he could see his Boss' thoughts churning and knew better than to interrupt. The girl on the table was also quiet, not knowing what to do, but knowing better to say anything...the tension in the room was thick.

Finally Mike looked up at Tiny, his eyes narrowed and his voice low, "what do you say about helping me break this bitch?" he asked.

To say the least, Tiny was surprised, never before had the Boss asked him to assist in training a new girl, this one was definitely special. Normally the Boss fucked, actually raped, the new girls first and then handed them off to one of the boys to break in, nope this one was definitely special. He hesitated a moment before asking, "Ya sure, Boss?"

Mike slowly nodded his head, "I have some rules though, so listen up before you agree."

Tiny, nodded, listening.

"First, the girl is mine...my personal slut...no one, and I mean no one, touches her without my consent." Mike started. 

Tiny nodded, listening.

"Second, you will be her protector if and when I am not around and you will protect her with your life just like you do with me." Mike continued.

Again, Tiny nodded.

"Third, you will assist in her training, but it will be my training rules; if she becomes unmanageable, then we will resort to some your techniques." Mike continued to add.

Tiny nodded.

"Fourth, her cunt and ass are mine and only mine." Mike kept on.

Again, Tiny nodded.

"Fifth, marking will be kept to a bare minimum...unless of course, she becomes unruly." Mike added.

Tiny, nodded and continued to listen.

"Last thing, she will be living with me at my home away from the compound...I'm not taking any chances with the temptation from the other guys and everything that entails." Mike concluded.

Tiny nodded in understanding.

Mike stood up and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Tiny to speak.

"Well, man? What do you say?" Mike asked, his eyes boring into him, waiting.

Tiny rubbed his chin thoughtfully a minute or so, looked up and grinned, "be my pleasure to assist you Boss, I'm honored you feel I am up to the challenge." he finally stated.

The two shook hands to seal the deal, both of their eyes dropping down to the girl secured on the table. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two, knowing that her fate had been sealed.

Mike looked down at her, his thumb and forefinger closing over her nipple, slowly rolling and pinching it lightly, watching her body come alive under his ministrations. "You heard everything and know that you will be protected, correct, my sweet little slut?" he questioned.

Slowly she nodded, fighting her body not to respond and failing miserably.

"You will be my personal slut until I tire of you or you prove to be too much of a problem and then I will put you in the ranks with the other sluts." he warned. "And that is not someplace you want to be, understand?" he added, his eyes taking on a dangerous gleam.

Slowly she nodded, dark eyes wide...gasping as she felt his hand come down on her cunt in a light smack.

"You will answer me verbally, little girl, not with a head nod unless you are gagged, got it?" he demanded.

"Yes, Sir" she responded softly.

"Yes, Master...or Daddy...not Sir...you're now owned." he corrected. "Tiny will be addressed as Sir" he clarified for her.

"Yes, Master" she whispered, her back arching as he continued to roll and pinch her nipples.

He continued to pinch and roll her nipples, smiling as her body started to writhe and buck against the table. He nodded his head to Tiny to indicate him to play with her other nipple as his hand slid down to her juicy cunt.

Tiny nodded and began pinching and rolling the hard nipple, watching her as she writhed against the table, low soft moans escaping from her lips.

"She definitely is a hot little bitch isn't she, Boss?" Tiny mused.

"Ahhh, we are just getting started with this one, she likes a little pain mixed in, it seems too," Mike interjected as he lightly smacked her open cunt, making her hips buck up off the table.

Tiny grinned and started to apply more pressure to her nipple...rolling and pinching it, pulling it away from her body as the Boss did that same thing. The girl was writhing helplessly on the table...her head rolling back and forth, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she tried to control her rebellious body.

"It seems, though, that she is fighting her body's responses...another product of today's society to be sure" Mike stated matter-of-factly.

Mike continued to slap her cunt lightly, slowly increasing the intensity as he closely watched her body's response, alternating between spanks to pinch her clit.

"Beg me for your orgasm, cunt. Don't you dare cum without my permission...hear me, cunt?" Mike commanded.

When she didn't respond, he spanked her cunt hard, his hand cracking against the wet, juicy flesh. His voice low as he demanded, "I asked you a question, cunt."

"Yes, Daddy....yessssssssss....please Daddy....please...ohhhhhh Daddy....please...may I cum, Daddy....please?" she begged.

"No, you may not, slut" he whispered harshly against her ear, intensifying his manipulations against her cunt and nipples as he spoke.

Struggling against the cuffs binding her as her body writhed out of control, hips bucking and humping against his hand she screamed out her frustration.

"Please, Daddy...please...I can't take it...I need to cum...please Daddy...please" she begged tearfully.

He bent down low to her ear, whispering in her ear, his breath hot against her flesh, "Who do you belong to, slut?" 

"You....Daddy....you....please...Daddy....please...may I cum...please Daddddddddy...please let me come for You, Daddy?" she begged again.

"Whose cunt is this, slut?" he whispered as he smacked the flat of his hand down against the soaking cunt.

"Yours....Daddy...yours" she gasped, her hips bucking out of control.

"Cum for me...cum for me, my sweet slut" he commanded in hushed tones, as he continued to harshly manipulate her body.

Her body arched up away from the table as her body exploded over and over against his hand, a long guttural scream ripping from the depths of her belly as she soared. Her hips continued to hump against his hand, bucking and writhing, her juices flowing copiously as her body gained relief from its torment.

He and Tiny continued their manipulations, forcing orgasm after orgasm from her. Only then did they slowly decrease the intensity and pace until she lay, quivering and limp, against the table, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she slowly spiraled down from her high.

"Get her some water, Tiny" Mike softly commanded.

"Sure thing, Boss" Tiny responded, already moving quickly to the door.

She lay limp against the table, her harsh gasping breath slowly coming back to normal as Mike gently caressed her, raising goose bumps on her flesh with his calloused hands.

"You did well, little girl" Mike softly praised her, his hands still gently caressing her as she slowly recovered.

"Thank you.....Daddy" she whispered, smiling softly up to him, her dark eyes glazed over.

"Will you behave if I take these cuffs off you and let you sit up?" he asked her.

Slowly she nodded her voice soft, "yes Master."

Tiny had returned with a glass of water and had witnessed the interaction between the two, hanging back in the shadows until they finished so he wouldn't interrupt.

Mike looked over his shoulder, "got the key for the cuffs, Tiny?" he inquired.

"Yep, Boss" Tiny responded, pulling the key from his pocket and setting the glass of water down on the pub table.

While Tiny unlocked the cuffs from the table, Mike was gently caressing her face, stroking her matted hair out of her face, softly talking to her in hushed tones.

Once she was completely released from the bondage, Mike lifted her off the table and set her down on shaky legs, his voice soft as he spoke "go to the restroom and clean yourself up, wash your face and relieve yourself, sweetness. Tiny will be outside the door, so no funny business, got it?" he added as a cautionary measure.

Looking up to him, her dark eyes innocent and free of any mischief, her voice soft, "yes Master."

Tiny looked over her head to the Boss, confused as to his training techniques thus far. Mike could see his questions in his eyes and was not ready to answer any questions at this point...hell, he didn't know himself, he was just going by instinct on this one.

Mike nodded his head to the door indicating Tiny should escort her to the restroom while he sank heavily into the bar stool and waited for their return.

He had just finished taking a long draught straight from the whiskey bottle when they returned to the room. His eyes raking over her as she walked shyly up to him, her long golden blond hair had been combed free of tangles and hung in loose waves down to the curve of her ass, all traces of make-up had been washed away leaving her peaches and cream complexion natural. She looked even younger with out the layers of make-up.

"Pull up a stool, Tiny" Mike stated, his eyes never leaving hers as he spoke.

He looked at Tiny, an unspoken look passing between the two of them before he looked back at the girl standing totally naked before them, wobbling slightly in her high heels, her hands clasped in front of her.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, little girl, if this is truly what you want. If you want out, now is the time to speak up...I will let you go freely and nothing more will happen. If you agree to be mine, then I will never let you go, do you understand?" he asked cautiously, suddenly becoming nervous as the words flowed from his lips. He glanced quickly at Tiny and then back to the girl, waiting for her to speak.

She shifted on her feet, her long lashes shielding her eyes from him, her fingers twisting as she contemplated his words. Slowly she looked up to him, and in that moment he knew, he could see it in her eyes, a slow smile hovering on his lips as he waited for her to gather her words.

Her voice was so soft, he had to lean forward to hear her, "I was Yours from the moment I saw you in the corner watching me that first night I came in here, Master. I could feel You in my belly, if that makes any sense and that's why I kept coming back here. I don't know what it is I am feeling; I just know that I have never felt this before and know I won't feel it ever again if I leave, Master...Daddy"

As she uttered her last word, Mike swooped her up into his lap, kissing her deeply as he nestled her against his broad chest.

Tiny sat dumbfounded in the bar stool; never before had he witnessed anything like this. Now he was starting to understand why this one was so special to the Boss...hell, in a way he was almost jealous. 

"Tiny...get some writing paper and a pen...we have a letter to write" Mike stated.

Tiny was up and out of the chair and already on his way to the back office for the items.

Mike was still nestling the girl to him and they were kissing like lovers when Tiny returned. He cleared his throat to announce his arrival back.

"Sweetness, write a letter to your father and tell him that you have been offered the opportunity of a lifetime, you had to leave right away and ask that your personal things be packed and sent to this address as soon as possible" Mike dictated.

She hurriedly scribbled on the paper as he spoke, signing her name at the bottom of the page after she had finished.

"What about my job, Master?" she asked shyly.

"You don't need it, sweetness...better send a letter to your boss with your resignation" he answered.

Again, her hand was a flourish of movement as she wrote out the resignation letter, signing it at the bottom and then ripping both sheets from the tablet and handing them to her Master.

"Get dressed, slut...we are going home" Mike commanded as he shoved the letters into envelopes, handing them to Tiny to take care of.

She slid off his lap and retrieved her blouse, buttoning it up and then wiggling into the mini skirt. Once she was done, she stood before him, waiting.

Mike had watched her get dressed and then stood up and placed a hand on each side of the blouse and ripped open the blouse, sending buttons flying in all directions. He then started rolling the shirt tail up, stopping just below her tits and tied the two ends together, the knot nestled in the valley between the two full globes, noting that her nipples had immediately elongated and strained against the thin fabric.

"Better, slut...much better" he remarked, tweaking a hard nipple and grinning as she blushed profusely.

"Here put on my leather jacket, it's going to be a chilly ride home on the bike" he stated as he helped her into the jacket; chuckling as she got swallowed up inside it, the coat hanging past her knees.

"We'll get you one that fits a little better later, slut" he remarked as he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her to the door.

"I'll call you in a few days, Tiny, once I get her settled in and we'll start the training" Mike threw over his shoulder as he opened the door leading out into the cool night air.

"I'll be here waiting, Boss" Tiny hollered back, grinning and shaking his head in disbelief.

To be continued...



The Predator Ch. 07



Nora Abbott had come to the Cartwright Foundation fund-raiser with her husband, Dean, but she hadn't seen him in quite a while and didn't really wonder where he had gone. She was positive he was with another woman. Who that woman might be she didn't know, but she was sure that's where Dean was.

Since her husband appeared to be otherwise occupied, and she was bored with the stuffy people who comprised most of the crowd, she decided she might as well leave. There were much more enjoyable things she could be doing.

She slipped into the mansion's study, picked up the phone, and dialed a number she'd come to know very well in the past year.

"Hi," she said when the person on the other end answered. "You aren't going out tonight, are you?" she asked. She listened for a minute. "I want to see you, too." Again she listened. "I'll be there in about fifteen minutes." She pressed the button to disconnect the call then she called a cab.

On the way to the front door, Nora bumped into Serena Johnson. She told Serena to tell Dean she wasn't feeling well and had gone home then she went out to get her cab.

Frank Miller, a short, thin man with short brown hair, dressed in a blue sweatshirt and jeans, heard the car pull up in front of his sister's house and headed for the door. Before he could get to it, it opened and Nora Abbott entered and rushed into his arms. Her arms wrapped around him, her lips sought his, then her tongue thrust into her mouth.

Frank cupped Nora's delightful bottom in his hands and pulled her against him while his tongue probed into her mouth. He felt his cock stiffening as Nora's body moved against his.

Nora exulted as she pressed against the man who held her in his arms and felt his swollen erection pressing against her belly. Being with Frank was always exciting! He was a long-distance trucker whose sister happened to live next door to Nora and her husband. Nora, a good friend of the man's sister, had bumped into him a year earlier after learning that her husband was, in fact cheating on her. One thing had led to another that night, and Nora and the man would up beginning an affair.

 The kiss ended and Frank lowered Nora onto her feet.

"I had to go to some boring fund-raising event with Dean. I've been thinking about you all evening," Nora said, still breathless in the aftermath of their torrid kiss. "I...I wasn't sure if you would be here this weekend."

"I've tried to be around every weekend since you and I met," the man holding her replied. Frank knew his involvement with this lovely married woman was wrong, and could lead to heartache, but he couldn't help himself. Since they first made love a year earlier, he found it impossible to stay away from her.

He was on the road a lot and, since he was single, he never bothered to get an apartment. His sister's home had become his home base. And, since his sister and her family went to their home at the shore almost every weekend, his access to their house made it possible for him to keep seeing Nora.

Nora stroked the hard cock that was swelling in her lover's jeans. "This is what I've been I've been thinking about all evening!" she whispered.

When Nora touched his rigid pole, a tremor of delight shot through Frank. He stood there, trembling, while Nora unzipped his pants and freed his stiff, throbbing organ from the confines of his clothes.

"Ohhh, Nora!!! My God!!!" Frank groaned as her soft, warm hands slid over his rigid prong, sending exquisite sensations sweeping over him.

"Do you really do want me, Frank?" Nora whispered as she sank slowly to her knees, continuing to stroke his fleshy pole.

"God...yessssss!!!!" Frank groaned as Nora continued to caress his throbbing organ with her soft hands. It felt so good he could hardly stand it! "You...you know I do!!!!" His legs began quaking when warmth and wetness engulfed his enflamed rod. He looked down and saw his cock disappear between Nora's lips.

Nora began working on her lover's cock with her lips and tongue. She hadn't planned on going down on him, it was an impulse she couldn't resist. But now that she had Frank's erection in her mouth, she had no intention of stopping. She wanted to do wonderful things for him, and that's exactly what she was doing.

When Frank's cock slid between her lips, thrills spread through her. She licked the veined sides with her tongue. She loved it! A shudder of delight raced through her.

"Oh, God! Nora! Oh, God!!! That's so wonderful!!! Ahhhh!!! Oh, Jesus, if you keep that up, I'm gonna come!!! Oh, God! Please!!! Please!!!" Frank groaned, his legs wobbling. Nora's mouth and tongue were rapidly propelling him to the bursting point.

When Nora heard her lover's cries, her body shook with tremors of delight. She grasped his balls and continued sliding her mouth up and down on his swollen spear. She wanted to make him come in her mouth!

"Gahhhhhhh!!!! Oh, Jesus!!! Noraaaaaa!!!!" Frank cried when he felt his insides begin to uncoil.

When she felt the swollen shaft between her lips begin pulsating, Nora let it slide out of her mouth, but she continued to pump it furiously with her hand. Without warning, warm, sticky, opalescent fluids gushed from the tip and splashed on her face. Impulsively, she bent forward and took the spitting organ cock back into her mouth. Her mouth filled with Frank's hot fluids and Nora swallowed as much of the warm effluent as she could.

"Nora!!!! Nora!!! Oh, God, Nora!!!" Frank groaned as ecstasy filled him.

Nora was startled when, while Frank came, she experienced an orgasm, too. She continued to lick and suck until her lover's cock until it lay limp between her lips. Only then did she let it slide from her mouth.

Frank sank to the floor next to Nora. Stunned by what she'd done, he could find no words to express his feelings for her.

"I...I hope you...you don't think what I just did was terrible," Nora whispered. "It's...it's just that I wanted you so badly and...it...it just happened."

Frank pulled her into his arms. "God, Nora, that was unbelievable! Wonderful! The most wonderful thing anybody has ever done for me!" he exclaimed. He kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. "Now, I think, its time I did something wonderful for you, isn't it?"

"You think you're up to it?" Nora giggled.

"You're going to find out," Frank said.

He stood up, pulled Nora to her feet, and led her down the hall to his bedroom, opening her dress as they went.

Once they were in his bedroom, they got each other's clothes off, then they fell onto Frank's bed. Before Nora could do much of anything, the Frank was between her splayed legs, his mouth was on her vagina, and he was punishing her wonderfully with his lips and tongue.

Nora squirmed, quaked, and cried out in ecstasy. "Eat meeeeeee!!!! Oh, God, Frank!!! Yes!!!! Eat me!!!!" she mewled, "Yesssssssss!!!!" Her muscles clenched involuntarily and her shapely legs squeezed his head as he bestowed a never-ending stream of delights on her with his lashing tongue.

Frank savored Nora's taste and reveled in the frantic movements his actions generated as he spurred her to higher and higher tiers of passion.

Passion-induced fireworks began exploding behind Nora's tightly closed eyes and she clutched frantically at her breasts, twirling the rigid tips between her fingers. Then, total, overwhelming exultation tore through her.

"I'm c-c-c-c-comming!!!!! Gaaaaaddddddddd!!! I'm comminggg!!!!!" she cried. Her back arched and mashed her vagina against her lover's lips and tongue. "Oh, Frank!!! Oh, Frank!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Frank, powerfully aroused once more by what he'd done to Nora, got to his knees, grasped his swollen lance in his hand, shuffled up between Nora's legs, and plunged it into her.

"Yesssssss!!! Oh, yessssss, Frank!!!! Take meeeeeee!!!!" Nora moaned when she felt Frank's engorged lance invading her body, exciting her anew.

Frank, his urgent need for Nora lessened by the blowjob she had given him, let his cock slide in and out of her snug opening slowly. As he thrust into her, he watched the flush of passion spreading over Nora's gorgeous body. Her swollen nipples jutted proudly from her jiggling breasts as his body rocked hers.

"So good!!! Oh, Frank, that feels so wonderful!" Nora murmured. She could feel every inch his erection as it glided in and out of her passion-saturated channel. Every time they made love, there was seemed to be something unique about it. 

Frank lowered himself onto Nora and covered her mouth with his. Her tongue slid between his lips and caressed his, and still more fire and excitement shot through him. Her hips rose, meeting his thrusts, and new thrills coursed through him. He slid a hand between them, onto one of her breasts, and began rolling her nipple between his fingers.

When Frank's hand contacted her nipple, Nora felt even more sparks of passion arcing through her. She was going to come again! "Frank!!! Oh, Frank!!! Take meeeee!!! Take meeee!!!!! I'm there!!!!" Nora cried as fulfillment exploded through her once more.

Nora's cries of ecstasy incited her lover to more urgency. His stiff piston began to move faster and faster in her rippling sleeve, then all he could feel were explosions of total delight.

"Yes!!!! Again!!! Oh, Frank!!! Again!!!! I'm comming!!!!! I'm commmmiiinnnnnnngggg againnnnnnnnnnn!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Nora shrieked as Frank's invading member drove her once more into a swirling, flashing world of absolute bliss.

"Unnnnnhhhhh!!!!! Unnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Frank groaned, his insides writhing, when Nora's orgasm drew one from him and he spewed more of his hot fluids into her. Their bodies strained, attempting to draw every last bit of delightful sensation from their coupling.

After their need had abated, Nora snuggled against Frank. She was surprised to discover how much she liked just being with him, even when they weren't having sex. Having him lying next to her was comforting. He made her feel valued. She rolled on her side, pushed herself up on an elbow, and looked at him.

"I wish I could spend the night," she said, "but..."

"I'd like that, too," Frank replied, running his hand lightly up and down her arm.

Nora shuddered in reaction to his caress. "I hate this," she said, "but I can't stay. My husband will probably be home soon, and I'm not sure what he'd do if I wasn't there."

Nora found herself in a quandary. She knew her marriage was most likely not going to last much longer, and she'd come to care deeply for Frank. But she was married and had a child. Just the same, she mused, she wouldn't mind spending the rest of her life with him if she could.

"If we don't have much time, we shouldn't waste what we have, then, should we?" Frank said, breaking Nora's train of thought. Ten he leaned over and softly drew one of her nipples between his lips.

"Oh, God!!!" she moaned. "Yesssss!!!!" He knew exactly what to do to make her feel good! She rolled onto her back and he rolled on top of her, his lips continuing the wonderful suction they were providing on her nipple.

Frank's hands moved over Nora's body once again, traveling over her smooth, warm skin. He could feel the skin ripple under his roving hands and heard Nora's sighs of pleasure.

Nora felt her ardor growing and relished it. She didn't think she could ever get enough of Frank's loving! "God, Frank, you always make me feel so good!" she moaned, wriggling her body against his.

"You always make me feel good, too, darling," Frank told her. He paused and kissed her deeply, relishing her ardent return of the kiss. He was hard again. He always seemed to be hard when they were together! He snuggled closer to her and felt the tip of his cock slide over her soft belly.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!" Nora cooed. "You're hard! Do you want me again, Frank?"

"Always!" Frank responded. He thrust his hips against her. "I always want you!"

Nora's arms went around him. "Then don't tease me!" she murmured, "Take me, Frank! I need you!"

Frank reached between them and placed his erect shaft between her legs. Immediately, he felt the wetness oozing from her. He began thrusting and felt her respond.

Nora loved the way it felt to have his cock sliding between her legs, rubbing her vagina. Everything he did to her produced rapture.

Wondering if it was possible to make love lying on their sides, facing each other, Nora raised her leg and locked it over Frank's hip, pulling him against her. Then she groaned with joy as the head of his massive lance began to force its way between the slick lips of her pussy.

"We can do it this way!" she exclaimed, working her body against his.

Rubbing against Nora and touching her raised Frank's level of excitement to fever pitch quickly. With a quick movement of his hips he shoved his cock once into his lover's warm, damp cave.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" he groaned, moving against Nora, clutching her bottom.

"Yessssss!!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!!" Nora moaned. "Take me, Frank!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!!!" She grabbed his buttocks and felt his muscles clenching as he stabbed his cock into her, driving her wild with passion. Once more she realized the genie of delight was about to be unleashed. "I'm going to come!!! Oh, Frank, I'm going to come!!!" she cried, her face a mask of lust. "Take me!! Frank!!! Frank!!! Oh, Frank!!! Take meeeeeee!!!!"

Frank clutched her firm bottom and jammed his pole into her even more forcefully. He, too, was nearing another exquisite explosion.

"Take it!!! Oh, God, Nora!!! Take ittttttt!!!!" he cried, exploding into her once more.

The sudden shower of blazing wetness against her cervix was all it took to trigger Nora's ecstatic response. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!" Nora groaned. "Come!!! Come!!! Oh, Frank!!! Come!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! I'm there!!! Yessssss!!!! Yessssss!!!!!" Her hands raked Frank's back and her body strained against his as once more they shared the utmost in bliss.

Their passionate coupling finally did come to an end. When she was able to, Nora sat up. "I-I don't want to, but I really must get home," she said softly. She leaned down and kissed Frank. "When...when are you going out on the road again?" she murmured.

"I don't have to leave until Monday morning," Frank replied.

Nora smiled and hugged him. "Would you mind terribly if I came over again tomorrow?" she asked.

"I'll be disappointed if you didn't," he replied.

"Dean plays golf all day. I'll call you as soon as he leaves and I get Donny off to his grandparents so they can take him to church," Nora said. She got off the bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom.

After she cleaned herself up, she came out, slipped into her clothes, and walked to the bed where Frank still lay. She sat down and leaned across his body.

"I can't wait until tomorrow," she said then she kissed him.

Frank returned the kiss fervently. "I can't wait, either," he said when the kiss ended.

Nora stood up. Frank got out of bed, slipped into a robe, then he walked Nora to the door. Once more their lips met in a torrid kiss.

"I'll call you first thing in the morning," Nora whispered, clinging to him.

"I sure hope so," Frank replied.

Nora gave him another quick kiss then she was out the door.




The Predator Ch. 07



"Ever been on the back of a bike, sweetness," Mike asked the girl, as he tipped her chin up to look at him.

"No, Master...," she meekly responded, her dark eyes roving over the bike hesitantly.

"She's a '65 Harley Davidson Panhead; completely rebuilt and restored it myself," he responded proudly as his hand skimmed over the black pearl finish.

"You'll be fine, just hold on to me...and tuck your hair under the jacket," he replied. "You can hop on after I get this beast started...just make sure to watch where the muffler is...it gets hot," he instructed.

She tucked her long cascading curls inside the jacket as he instructed while he kick-started the bike to life. Shaking, she placed a hand lightly on his shoulder to balance herself as she swung a long leg over the back of the bike, her mini skirt hiking up. She shivered as the cool night air caressed her nether lips, thankful for his jacket covering her, her nipples had puckered tightly and were aching as she shivered against his back.

"All settled in, slut?" he asked, over the roar of the engine.

"Yes, Master," she responded, her head nodding.

He eased the bike out of the parking lot and then gunned the engine as they turned out on to the street, feeling her clutching him tightly as she held on. He rode easily through the back streets, avoiding the usual haunts his boys usually frequented; he wasn't ready for any of them to get a glimpse of his precious cargo yet.

They rode for about 30 minutes before hitting the outer limits of the city; turning on to a county highway, he pushed the bike to the limit, his long chestnut hair flying like a banner behind him and his slut wrapped around his waist...at this moment in time, he was the happiest he had been in a very, very long time.

About 20 minutes later they pulled on to a gravel road with a security gate blocking the entrance; he pulled the bike close to the communication box, pressing his hand to the security system so it could read his palm print, once the lights blinked green, he pushed in his numerical pin code and then the gate was slowly sliding open.

"Only a few more minutes, sweetie and we'll be at the house and can get you warmed up," he threw to her over his shoulder.

He waited just long enough for the gate to open wide enough to let him through on the bike and then once on the other side, he tripped a closure mechanism and the gate started to slide closed again. He waited until the gate was fully shut and the security system alerted him that it was armed again before he roared down the long winding gravel road to the house.

The house came into view in a few minutes, more like a mansion than a house. A huge Spanish-style mansion tucked in amongst a forest of trees surrounding it; the trees offering a natural barricade against outside intruders.

He cut the engine and coasted into a 5-car garage, parking the bike in the corner and shutting down the garage door before swinging off the bike. He helped her to get off the bike and wrapped his arm protectively around her as he felt her shiver.

"I'm going to show you how to get into the house through the escape exit, I want you to use this in case things get hinky at any time," he spoke lowly to her, tilting her chin up to look at him as he spoke. 

He smiled softly at her startled look, "I'll explain everything in due time, sweetness, but right now let's get inside and get warmed up," he continued, sliding a tower of shelves away from the wall and pushing a button with his thumb. 

The secret door swung silently open; he guided her into the dim passageway and made sure the door slid closed behind him, again pushing another button to slide the shelving unit back into place, waiting for the tell-tale thud against the door as the shelves swung back into place.

As they made their way down the dimly lit passage, he pointed out various bricks that were just barely recessed more than the others. These, he explained, were triggers for other hidden doors that led into the house. 

"I will take you through the house tomorrow and show you different routes to take to the passageway in case there comes a time when you need to use this as an escape," he spoke softly to her, hugging her to his side when he felt her shiver.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, sweetness, just added protection...I'll explain everything later," he added.

She continued walking beside him, slowly nodding her head as he spoke.

They walked a few more minutes before he stopped and pressed his hand against first one block and then another block, both just barely recessed a hair more than the others, slowly the concrete wall slid back just wide enough for him to squeeze through. He pulled her along with him through the second narrow passage until they came to a wooden ladder. He moved the ladder slightly to the right and then back to the left, above them a trap door slid open.

"Up you go, little girl," he spoke as he picked her up and set her a few rungs up on the ladder.

"I'm right behind ya...just climb up the ladder, sweetie," he directed.

Slowly she climbed up the ladder and then pulled herself up the top, her eyes peering over the ledge before she pulled herself up into the house. Her dark eyes widened as she slowly looked around, the room looked like a Grecian bath house, completely tiled with polished marble, and a huge bathing pool that dominated the room. He was right behind her and watching her reactions, smiling as he watched her turn around and around, her eyes taking in every detail.

The toe of his boot bumped against the base of a large marble statue, the door sliding closed. 

"So I take it, you approve of the master bath, little girl?" he inquired, a grin on his face.

Slowly she turned around to him, her dark eyes were wide and dancing, "oh, definitely, Master," she responded.

"We'll take a swim in it tomorrow, but right now let's get to bed...I'm about ready to drop," he stated, putting a hand to the small of her back as he guided her toward the master bedroom just on the other side of the arched doorway.

As they walked into the master bedroom, he smiled as he heard her soft gasp. The master bedroom was fit for a king; a huge antique four-poster bed sat on a raised dais, the arched canopy that covered the bed had the curtains drawn back and tied decoratively to the four posts.

"Let's get to bed, we have a long day ahead of us," he softly commanded, turning her by the shoulders to face him.

He then proceeded to untie the knot between her breasts and peel back the shirt, his thumbs running lightly over her nipples. She gasped softly as her nipples puckered tightly beneath his thumbs, her dark eyes looking up at him as he slowly undressed her.

He let the shirt fall to the polished marble and then reached for the button and zipper on her skirt to remove that also. His voice was soft as he commanded, "take off the skirt and shoes...let's get to bed."

She wiggled out of the denim skirt, letting it drop to her ankles, kicking it away as she kicked off her pumps, a shiver racing up her spine as she stood completely naked before him.

He pointed to the bed and gave a nod to indicate to her to get in as he stripped down. She scrambled up into the monster bed, sinking down into the softness as she watched him peel his clothes off. She had never seen a man naked before and could not help but stare as he undressed. His chest was covered in a mat of dark fur tapering to a thin line at his belly button and almost pointing the way to his large cock hanging limp against his leg as he pushed his jeans down.

A small gasp escaped her as he stood up; his cock was probably six inches long in its relaxed state, dangling from the dark curls between his legs.

He had heard the soft gasp and knew she had probably not seen a man naked before from her curious gaze on him.

The bed sunk in as he got in and pulled her close to his chest, one of his large hands cradling her breast, feeling the nipple harden against his palm. His thumb and forefinger closed over the hardened nipple and slowly started to roll and pinch the nub; bringing a low moan from her.

He continued to pinch and roll the nipple, his other hand working its way down to her mound; he worked a finger between her nether lips, slowly circling her clit, feeling it become engorged and her juices starting to flow.

Rolling her to her back, his mouth took over on her nipple, teasing and tormenting the sensitive tip with his tongue and teeth. Biting and rolling the nub between his teeth, intensifying the pressure as her gasps and moans became more vocal.

He worked one of his large fingers into her tight cunt, slowly stroking in and out, careful not to break the thin barrier that foretold her virginity. His mouth chewing on the hard nipple, sucking and biting against it, hearing her deep moans as he manipulated her body against her.

He pulled her leg up over his thigh, splaying her thighs wide, his hand coming down softly against her cunt as he softly spanked her, knowing that this would greaten her pleasure. He alternated between pinching her clit, sinking his finger into her tight cunt and spanking her. Her body was bucking and writhing beneath him, her moans becoming more and more frenzied as he worked her body.

"Don't cum without my permission, slut...," he warned.

Her moans and gasping indicated she was getting close, her hips found his rhythm, bucking and humping against his hand as he tormented her.

"Please Daddy...," she moaned.

"Please what, my little slut?" he tormented.

"Please....please Daddy...I can't control it...please Daddy...," she begged.

"Tell me what you want, slut," he softly commanded.

"Please Daddy...I need you...please Daddy," she begged.

"You need me? I'm right here, baby girl...what do you need?" he asked, tormenting her cunt with his soft spanks, sucking and biting her nipple, driving her to the edge.

She whimpered against his broad shoulder, fighting to maintain control, her body writhing and gyrating against him, her hips humping against his hand, arching up for each spank he gave her.

"Please Daddy...please...fuck me Daddy...fuck me...I need you Daddy," she pleaded.

He hadn't planned on fucking her tonight, he had wanted to wait until she was more comfortable around him before taking her cherry, but his cock was throbbing and rock hard hearing her beg for him to fuck her. 

"Are you sure, slut...you want Daddy to fuck you...take that cherry tonight, rape that sweet little cunt of yours?" he asked, feeling her bucking even more fiercely as he spoke to her.

"Is that what you want Daddy to do, baby? Rape that sweet little cunt?" he tormented, again feeling her body become even more erratic as he teased her, his hand slapping down against her juicy cunt to punctuate each word.

"Dadddddddyyyyy...please...please fuck me, Daddy," she begged, her body bucking and arching up to him.

He rolled on top of her, parting her thighs with his body as he reached up above her head and brought a pair of cuffs from under the pillow. Grabbing both of her wrists, her pushed them above her head, clasping each wrist in one of the cuffs, securing her. Then he slid down, pulling her down with him so that her arms were stretched out above her head. He sat back on his heels between her thighs, pushing her thighs up against her as he looked at her pink cunt glistening in the low lights.

"Are you sure you want Daddy to rape your tight little cunt, baby girl?" he tormented her as he slid his hand up and down the length of his engorged cock, the mushroom head was purple and throbbing. He was teasing her as much as he was teasing himself.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, her body bucked up into the air, a low, guttural moan ripping from her lips, her tits heaving , the nipples hard and puckered.

"Yesssss, Daddy...please...please," she pleaded.

"Please what, baby girl?" he tormented

"Please Daddy...please," she continued to beg

"Tell me, baby girl...say it," he softly demanded.

"Rape me Daddy...rape my cunt...take me Daddy," she pleaded.

"Whose cunt is this?" he asked as he brought his down against the juicy flesh.

"Yours Daddy...only yours," she whimpered, her body bucking and writhing against his hand.

"Who do you belong to, baby girl?" he continued, bringing his hand down again on her cunt, making a soft crack against the wet flesh.

"You Daddy...I belong to you," she again whimpered, her body bucking up to meet his hand.

He circled and pinched her engorged clit, her hips humping against his hand, her moans deep as she arched her body up to him, her tits jiggling with her body's movements.

"Please Daddy...rape my cunt...it's yours...I'm yours, Daddy," she begged prettily.

He hunched down over her, his hard throbbing cock sliding up and down against her wet slit as he latched on to one of her nipples, sucking and biting against it. He lined the head of his cock up with her tight hole, biting down on her nipple as he pushed inside her, hearing her sharp cry as he plunged down into her cunt, ripping the thin barrier. His other hand pinched and pulled her other nipple as he sucked hard against the one in his mouth, his hips still as he waited for her to grow accustomed to the size of him.

Slowly he started plunging in and out of her tight cunt, rocking back on his heels as he pulled her ass up so he could watch his thick cock slide in and out of her cunt; mesmerized by the sight of her cunt sucking him within her.

Her anguished cries soon turned to lusty screams as he continued to plunge into her, one of his hands reaching up to pinch and pull a nipple as he took her, her cries turning to low deep moans. 

"Fuck you are tight, baby girl," he commented as he continued to plunge deep inside her, fucking her tight cunt.

He continued to slowly fuck her, pushing the full length into her and then pulling out almost completely before plunging deeply again. He could feel her stretching to accommodate his wide girth, her hips finding his rhythm, meeting each stroke he gave her.

He hunched over her again, his lips and tongue raping her mouth as his cock raped her cunt, his hips thrusting over and over deep against her. He brought her legs up high, feeling his cock sink deeper into her cunt, hearing her sharp gasp as he completely filled her. In and out he pistoned into her cunt, her deep moans muffled against his mouth as their tongues tangoed; she fit him like a glove...a tight, white-hot glove, her cunt muscles clenching tightly against his cock as he fucked her.

Feeling his balls tighten and his cock swell, he pulled his lips from hers, his cock ramming deep with each thrust; her head was rolling back and forth between her shoulders, low deep moans ripping from her belly. 

"Cum with me, baby girl...NOW!" he commanded as he thrust deep into her, his cock started to spasm, sending torrents of hot seed deep within her womb.

Hearing his command, she let go...a shrill scream ripping from her lips as her body exploded over and over, her cunt convulsing around his cock still deeply imbedded inside her, feeling the fiery liquid coat her walls, her hips thrusting fiercely to match his rhythm.

He continued to thrust deep within her, slowly easing the pace as her cunt muscles clenched and released around his cock, milking him. He collapsed on top of her, his head spinning from the extraordinary orgasm. Both of them were breathing heavily, sucking in deep breaths as they slowly spiraled down from their high.

He lay on top of her for a few more moments; she felt almost comforted by the weight of him pinning her down.

Slowly he rolled off of her, dragging her with him, one hand reaching up to catch the safety release on the cuffs binding her wrists as he pulled her on top of him, nestling her to his broad chest. They lay nestled together for a long while, neither one saying anything...there was nothing to say...their heart beats coming together to beat as one. Each knew instinctually they had found their other half to make them whole...make them as one; two hearts beating in unison.

He rolled to his side, nestling her against him, his large hand gently stroking her face, smoothing the wild tangle of curls away as he spoke softly to her. Her low purring and mewling sounds responding to his soft, deep voice as he stroked her back and held her to him.

She was almost completely asleep when she felt him untangle himself from her, her dark eyes snapping open to watch him ease from the bed and pad silently into the bathroom. She could hear him as he relieved himself, the toilet flush and then the sound of water running from the basin. Again, she watched him pad silently back to the bed, to her side; she sat up on one elbow, looking up to him...confused.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you, baby, but I thought I would clean you up a little and make you more comfortable...you're probably going to be a little sore and tender, baby girl," he spoke softly as he parted her thighs, gently stroking the soft wash cloth against her nether region, cleaning the blood smears from her and her inner thighs.

She laid back against the pillows, her body was completely pliable in his hands as he tended to her; she was a little sore she discovered as he cleansed her, wincing a fraction as he carefully washed away the blood stains.

After he had finished, he bent low to her, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead; she responded with a soft purring, making him smile. He had never felt this tender to a girl before. It came naturally to him with her...

He retraced his steps to the bathroom to get rid of the stained washcloth and then came back to the bed, sinking down into the softness as he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and nestling her to his side...again smiling as she made that soft little mewling sound.

His hand smoothed back her hair as he caressed her absent mindedly, feeling her body relax against him, her breathing even out as she drifted off to sleep. After a short while, he too gave into a deep restful sleep, his hand closed almost protectively over her breast.

There they slept, peacefully...each intertwined with the other, their bodies seeking each other out to cuddle close to as they shifted positions periodically through the rest of the night....

To be continued...



The Predator Ch. 08



"I have to say, I had a most productive evening," William told Jennifer as they rode back toward her home in the Bentley. "I was fortunate enough to bump into Arden Allison. He's been considering changing brokerages for some time. We chatted for some time and he said he would call in the morning to make an appointment to come in to speak with me about transferring his accounts to our firm."

"That's nice, William," Jennifer said.

The Bentley glided silently up in front of Jennifer's house and stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief. The evening was almost over.

"Mother was thrilled to see you again tonight, Jennifer. She will most likely be calling to invite you over for dinner some night soon," William said. "You have no idea how pleased she and father were that you agreed to be my escort tonight." He cleared his throat. "And...and of course, I was pleased, too."

"Thank you, William," Jennifer said. "I'm glad tonight was productive for you."

The chauffeur opened the door and Jennifer slid out. She turned. William waved to her after the door was again closed and she waved back. Then the car started off and she started up the steps.

She couldn't get Alex Martin, the policeman she'd met at the fund-raiser, out of her mind for some reason. There was something about him that struck her, but she wasn't sure what it was. She wasn't sure how he could afford to own a horse farm, especially one that sounded as if it wasn't being run as a business. She didn't think police officers made enough money to do something like that.

But that wasn't all it was. There was something else, something that brought back feelings she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Then it hit her. Alex reminded her of Tommy, the boy she'd been thinking about earlier in the evening!

She climbed the steps to her bedroom, got undressed, and got in bed. She pulled the covers over herself and turned out the light and, as she lay there waiting for sleep to come, she thought, "I'll have to see if I can't find out more about Mr. Alex Martin, I guess. I bet if I call Selena, she'll be only too happy to fill me in."

Meanwhile, in the limo, William was using the phone. "I'll be there in just a few moments, my darling," he said. "I can hardly wait." He put the phone down and pressed the button for the intercom. "Jameson, take me to the Airport Inn, please," he said.

"Of course, sir," the chauffeur replied, a wry grin on his face. Lately, Mr. Atherton had been going to the Airport Inn a lot, and Jameson was pretty sure what his employer's son was doing there. He liked the young man, though, and had no intention of sharing his knowledge, or speculation, with anyone, especially not Mr. Atherton's parents.

As the car turned toward the airport, William grinned with anticipation and felt his body warming. He couldn't wait to see Arlene Ott again. He'd met the attractive blonde waitress when a flight he was scheduled to take several months earlier was delayed. He had gone into the restaurant where she worked and they'd struck up a conversation.

Somehow, and William still wasn't sure how, they wound up checking into the Airport Inn and enjoying a wonderful time in bed together. Once the affair had begun, William, who found Arlene so different and refreshing in comparison to the women his parents wanted him to date, wasn't able to stop seeing her, even though he knew it might get him disinherited and fired from his job if his father ever found out about it.

It warmed him to know that Arlene was waiting in a room at the Airport Inn for him to arrive, and that she was looking forward to their night of pleasure as much as he was.

Arlene was, William thought, one of the prettiest women he'd ever seen. She had an incredibly expressive face, and blond hair that fell to her shoulders. Her body was taut and wonderfully shaped. She once told him she used to be a dancer, and it looked as if she kept in shape.

Arlene, waiting at the hotel, was just as anxious to see William as he was to see her. She had liked him from the start, and when she learned the handsome young man was wealthy, it made the fact that he wanted her that much more exciting.

William was unlike any man she'd ever met before and, even though she was well aware they were from different stations in life, and that their relationship probably would never amount to anything, she couldn't refuse to see him when he called. In fact, she looked forward anxiously to his next call. To her delight, lately he'd been calling more and more.

"You can take the car home, Jameson," William told the chauffeur when they reached the airport. "I'll catch a cab home later."

"Very well, Mr. Atherton," Jameson replied.

Seconds after William arrived in the hotel room, Arlene was in his arms, her lips were clamped against his, and her body was pressing against him. She felt his arms slide around her, then his hands cupped her bottom and he pulled her against him.

"Wow!" she gasped when the kiss ended. "Willie!! You sure do know how to kiss!"

"So do you," William replied. He didn't know why, but he didn't mind that Arlene called him Willie, or that her language wasn't as refined as the language he was used to, or even that she smelled faintly of cooking grease. Not at all. All of that was part of the attraction he felt for her. The fact that his parents, had they known he was seeing a girl like her, would have disowned him, added even more impetus to his desire to see Arlene.

His hands moved to the buttons down the front of Arlene's uniform began undoing them. He felt her hands working at his necktie.

"How come you're wearing a tux tonight, Willie?" Arlene asked as her fingers undid his clothes.

"I...I had to attend a society fund-raiser," William responded, fumbling with one of her buttons. "I couldn't wait for it to be over so I could see you."

As soon as they were both naked, they fell on the bed and their hands began moving over warm flesh, exploring, seeking thrills both of them knew were in store.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Arlene groaned when William cupped one of her firm, full breasts in his soft hand and began thumbing the erecting nipple. "Oh, God, Willie, you sure know how to play with my breasts!"

"You will most likely really enjoy this, then," William said. He bent his head, took one of her straining nipples between his lips, and began lashing it with his tongue.

"Gahhhhh!!!!" the lovely blonde moaned, arching her back, tangling her hands in his hair. "Oh, God, Willie!! Suck them! Yeahhhhh!!!! Suck my tits!"

William did as he was bidden, and at the same time he let his hands roam over her body, exploring, seeking. Her smooth, warm skin undulated as his hand glided over it, and murmurs of delight escaped from her rosy lips.

Arlene still couldn't figure out how exactly why their relationship had continued after the night they met. William was nothing like any man she'd ever known. His kind of man had never before shown the least interest in her and, to be truthful, he was the kind of man she always thought were self-centered and stuffy. It startled her that first night they met they wound up in bed.

It startled her even more to discover that William wasn't at all arrogant or self-centered. In fact, the first time they made love he'd been shy and tentative, as if he didn't have much experience at lovemaking. In fact, he had turned out to be the best lover Arlene ever had. His touch was light, yet knowing and it seemed as if he knew exactly where to touch her to turn her on! None of the previous men in her life came close to turning her on the way he did! She was hot as hell and he'd just started touching her!

William kissed his way down over Arlene's body, savoring the taste and smell of her, loving the way she was responding. The few girls from his social group he'd slept with always acted as if making love was a bother, as if it were something they did because it was expected of them, not because they enjoyed it. Arlene was different; she seemed to relish making love. And her obvious joy in the act of making love allowed him the same kind of freedom, a kind of freedom he'd never felt before and found extremely heady.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, God, Willie, yessssss!!!" Arlene groaned when his hand delved into the delta between her legs. "Ahhhhhh!!!" she groaned when his fingers slid between her labia, then began strumming her clit. "Please, Willie!! Oh, God, please!!! That feels so good!!!" Her hips rose off the bed, demanding more of his touch.

Arlene's wild response to his caresses excited and pleased William. He kissed his way through her silken yellow pubic hair - he'd been thrilled to learn she was a real blonde - and his lips found her clit. When he began lashing it with his tongue, he felt her hands pulling at him then her body began bucking.

"Willlleeeeeeee!!!! Willlleeeeeee!!! Wahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Arlene screamed when William's lips and tongue sent her spinning her into a whirlpool of ecstasy. "Yesssss!!! Oh, God, Willie, Yessss!!! Eat me!!! Oh, God!!! Give me your tongue!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

The minute her orgasm ebbed enough so she could move, Arlene rolled over, fell on William, took his erect cock deep into her mouth, and began licking and sucking him, fondling his balls with her soft, warm hands as she did.

William went wild! He already had one of the better erections he'd had in a while, and now Arlene was working him over like a pro. Better than a pro, actually. On occasion, he'd engaged high-priced call girls, but Arlene was better than any of them had been. She gave blowjobs like she loved it!

Arlene did love it! She discovered how much she enjoyed going down on guys when she was thirteen, already well developed, and the apple of the eye of many of the boys in the high school she attended.

Donny Morgate was the lucky young man who, unknowingly, taught her how wonderful giving blowjobs could be. He took her out parking one night, and after they'd been necking for a while, she was nearly undressed and Donny's cock was out of his pants.

Arlene gazed and it. It looked so big, all swollen the way it was. She touched it.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Donny groaned. He was well muscled and good-looking, though somewhat clumsy at making love. "Damn, Arlene, that feels wild!"

Arlene kept staring at the young boy-cock for a long time. Then, impulsively, she did something she'd never done to any other boy she'd ever been out with. She bent and kissed it.

"Wahhhhhhh!!!" Donny groaned. "Jesus, Arlene!! What the hell are you doing?"

"Did you like it?" Arlene asked the red-faced boy who sat there, his chest heaving the veins on his neck bulging.

"Oh, shit, did I ever!" Donny groaned. "You got no idea how wild that felt!"

Arlene liked Donny, and since what she'd done to him had made him feel good, she thought she'd keep doing it, just to see what happened. She bent and took all of his boy-cock in her mouth, then she began licking and sucking it. It wasn't long before she felt it throbbing, then hot juices began spewing into her mouth.

When the first jet of Donny's come splashed against her throat, Arlene thought she'd faint. Tingles of joy ran through her and she experienced the most exquisite feelings she'd ever known. She'd come! From sucking Donny's cock!

Now it was Willie's cock she was sucking. His cock was bigger, harder, and far better tasting than Donny's, and the feelings she got from sucking it were even better. She took almost all of the swollen, veined shaft deep into her mouth, and felt her body begin to tremble. She couldn't get enough of this! Never!

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!! Arlene!!!! Sweet Jesus!!!" William cried when he felt the onset of his orgasm. He couldn't believe how much she seemed to enjoy doing this to him! Then, groaning and squirming, he began spewing into her sucking mouth.

Arlene felt her body quaking with joy when Willie's hot cream sprayed into her mouth. She swallowed desperately, but couldn't take it all. Some of his hot, sticky goo trickled down her chin, but she kept sucking until he began to soften.

When Willie was done, she allow his flaccid organ to slip from her mouth, but she kept licking it, trying to get as much of his essence as she could.

William lay next to Arlene, letting his whirling mind calm and his body begin to return to normal. Arlene was unbelievable! He rolled over so he could face her. She turned her head and smiled at him.

"You are an incredible woman, Arlene!" William said softly, still awed by the ferocity of their encounter.

Arlene grinned at him and stroked his face gently with her hand. "You ain't so bad yourself, Willie," she said. "I'm sure glad you called tonight."

"I am, too," William replied. He slid his hand over her smooth skin and cupped one of her breasts.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!!" Arlene groaned. She shuddered when his fingers began teasing her nipple back to life.

William saw passion flaming in Arlene's eyes and felt the tip of her breast began to swell in response to his touch. He was thrilled. He loved the way she responded to his caresses. It made him feel wonderful, too.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Arlene said as passion flamed in her once again. "God, Willie, your touch is magic!"

"I'm pleased you like it," William murmured, then kissed her.

"Like it, I love it!" the attractive woman moaned, covering his hand with hers, pushing it against her breast. "Oh, Willie!! I can't get enough of the way you touch me!"

William once more began exploring the splendid body of his bed partner and she responded quickly, wildly. Soon she was moaning, clutching at the covers, begging him to do even more.

"I...Oh, God! I can't wait!" Arlene moaned. She rolled atop him, reached between them, and grasped his cock.

Almost before he knew what she was doing, William felt his cock sliding into her.

"Yeahhhh!!!" Arlene hissed, "That's what I need! Oh, Jesus, Willie, do I ever!"

She pushed herself upright, and began working her hips against him, loving how his big wand felt as it lashed her insides. His hand slid up over her chest, onto her breasts, and he began kneading them and teasing the nipples. It felt so good to Arlene it almost hurt. If he kept on doing that, she wasn't going to be able to...

"Commmmmmminnnnnnnggg!!! Oh, Jesus, Willie, I'm gonna do it agggainnnnnnn!!!! Fuck meeeee, Willie!!! Fuck meeeeeee!!! Fuck meeeeeeeeee!!!!" Arlene cried as her body quaked with spasm after spasm of delight. "It feels so damn good!!! Oh, Jesus, Willie, it feels so damn good!!! Yessssss!!!! Yesssssss!!!! Yessssssss!!!!!"

"Gahhhhhhh!!!!" William cried when his loins spurted blast after blast of his cream into her and he experienced paroxysms of joy.

Arlene, sated, collapsed atop her lover, and felt his arms surround her.

Gently, William rolled to his side and still holding Arlene, dozed off.




The Predator Ch. 09



Passion In James County VI: The Predator

Chapter nine

Before Mel Ott began taking advantage of her, Donna loved working at the McIntyre farm. Now she hated to go to work. Every day she was afraid Mel would make more demands for sex, demands she knew she had no choice but to comply with. She couldn't stay away from work because failure to go to work was a violation of her probation, and that would mean she'd go to jail. As horrible as what Mel was doing to her was, she was sure jail would be worse. Things had gotten so bad for the girl that she was growing more and more despondent every day.

"Good morning, Donna," Jennifer said when the girl walked into the barn. "Have you seen Mr. Ott yet?"

"Ah...no ma'am, I haven't," Donna replied.

"Well, I hope he gets here soon," Jennifer said. "I have to run over to Beaverton to get some feed this morning and there are some things I want him to do while I'm gone."

Jennifer had been thinking for some time that hiring the surly man had been a mistake. Ott seemed to be late for work a lot and, although he didn't realize it, she'd noticed that he let Donna do most of the work. Maybe the best thing to do would be to fire him and find a new farm hand. Maybe she should hire a farm manager, someone who would free her of some of aspects of running the farm she didn't like.

"I'm going up to the house," Jennifer told Donna. "When Mr. Ott gets here, tell him I need to see him right away."

"Yes, ma'am," Donna said.

Mel swaggered into the barn about ten minutes later. He let his eyes roam over Donna, who was wearing a loose sweat shirt and jeans, and grinned. "Morning, sweetie," he said. "You're really lookin' good this morning."

"Mrs. McIntyre wants to see you," Donna said. "She's up in the house, in the office. She said I should tell you to come up right away."

"What the fuck does that bitch want now?" Mel grumbled. He turned and stomped out of the barn, headed for the house.

Jennifer heard the door open and heavy footfalls in the hallway, then Mel Ott appeared at the office door.

"You wanted to see me?" he said.

Jennifer noted that the man hadn't shaved, and that he kept his grubby baseball cap on in the house. It wasn't a big thing, but it was one more offensive thing about him she didn't particularly like. For the first time, she was aware there was something menacing about the man and she felt wary. She decided to let him stand.

"You're supposed to be at work at seven, Mr. Ott," she said.

"Yeah, I know," Mel replied, "but the car I got's a piece 'a shit. Sometimes it don't start. Like this morning."

Jennifer took a deep breath. That was it. She no longer wanted this man working for her. "Mr. Ott," she said, "Over the past few months, I've noticed there have been far too many mornings when your car wouldn't start. And ever since I hired Donna, I've noticed that she seems to be doing a lot more work around here than you are."

"Ah, look, ma'am," Mel said, "you gotta understand, there's a lot I do you don't see. I mean, you ain't around all the time, you know?"

Jennifer knew what she had to do. She pulled her checkbook out of the desk, then she picked up a pen and wrote out a check. She tore the check out of the checkbook, stood up, and handed Mel the check.

"What's this?" Mel asked, a little confused.

"That's a check covering your pay through today, plus a week's severance," Jennifer said. "I don't wish to employ you any longer, Mr. Ott. Please leave my farm immediately. If you don't leave, or if you return, I will call the sheriff and have you arrested for trespassing."

"What the fuck do you think you're doin'?" Mel growled, glaring at her. "You can't do this!"

"I can do it, and I have," Jennifer replied. She stepped back to her desk and put her hand on the phone. "Now please leave. Or I will call the sheriff, and you will be removed!"

"Aw, fuck!" Mel said. He turned and stomped out of the building.

Donna saw Mel come out of the house, his face bright red. She was scared. Whatever Mrs. McIntyre had done, it looked as if Mel was pissed. And if he was, he was liable to take it out on her. Her fears eased a bit when she saw that instead of heading for the barn, Mel was heading for his car. He got in the car, the engine started, then the car roared down the driveway, fishtailing and spraying gravel.

Donna still wasn't sure what was going on when Mrs. McIntyre came out of the house and started for the barn.

"Would you like to go along to Beaverton with me to pick up the feed, Donna?" Jennifer asked when she reached the barn.

"Ah...sure," Donna replied. "What happened to Mr. Ott? He looked really angry."

"I discharged him," Jennifer said as they walked toward the pickup truck. "I've been dissatisfied with his work for some time. I think I'm going to hire a farm manager, someone who will come to work on time and do their share of what needs to be done."

Donna breathed a silent sigh of relief. She wouldn't have to put up with Mel's harassment any more; at least not here at the farm. But would he let her alone away from the farm, or would he continue to torment her?

They climbed into the truck, Jennifer started the motor, and they headed down the driveway. "And don't worry, Donna," Jennifer said, "even if I do hire a manager, your job is secure. You can stay on as long as you like."

Mel drove away from the farm angrier than he'd ever been in his life. That rich bitch! Where did she get off, firing him? Who the fuck did she think she was? He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he was livid and he sure as hell was going to do something.

He wanted someone he could take his anger out on, and the first person he thought of was his ex-wife, Arlene. A cruel grin formed on his face as he turned his car toward his ex-wife's house.

Arlene sat alone in her house, enjoying pleasant memories of her night with William Atherton. Willie was such a good lover! She sighed and got up from the sofa, where she'd been sitting. She planned to get a bath, then go and do a little shopping.

Arlene started toward her bathroom and as she did, she heard a car pull into the driveway. Not sure who'd be stopping at this time of day, she started for the kitchen to check.

Mel got out of his car and started for his ex-wife's house, an erection beginning to swell in his grubby slacks as he thought about what he planned to do with his Arlene.

Arlene's spirits fell when she looked out the window and saw her ex-husband's ratty old car sitting in the driveway. "Nooooo!!!" she thought. She didn't know why Mel was there, but she didn't want him to be. Marrying him was the worst mistake she'd ever made in her life, a mistake she thought she'd corrected when she divorced him two years ago. He'd called her from time to time, but she hadn't seen him since the divorce. Now he was here, and he looked angry. Arlene shuddered. She knew only too well what Mel could be like when he was angry.

She went to meet Mel at the door, to tell him to leave. All she wanted was for him to leave as soon as possible.

"Hi, Arlene," Mel said when his ex-wife opened the door. "Been a long time, baby."

"Mel, I don't know why you're here, but you can't stay," Arlene said. "I've got things to do today."

Mel, wearing a cold smile, ignored her comment and walked by her into the kitchen. He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. "You can do your fuckin' chores later," he said. "I been missing you and I figgered we could have us a little fun."

"No!!!" Arlene exclaimed. "You can't stay. You have to leave."

Smiling smugly, Mel walked over to where his ex-wife stood, trembling, next to the open kitchen door. "You don't really mean that," he said and pushed the door closed. "You don't really want me to leave, do you?"

"Mel, please," Arlene said, "If you don't leave, I'll..."

"You'll what?" Mel growled. He pulled her into his arms and pressed his mouth over hers.

Arlene struggled against her ex-husband, but he was too strong. She continued to push against him, but he easily overpowered her.

"See?" Mel said, taking his mouth from hers. "You want it as bad as I do."

"Noooo!!!" Arlene groaned. She didn't want to give in, but she didn't want to anger him, either. She recalled only too well the physical abuse she'd suffered at his hands when they were married. Then Mel grabbed her ass, pressed his crotch against her, and she felt his swollen cock. "Why is this happening?" she thought. "Why can't I get free of him?"

"Come on, baby," Mel said. He put his arm around her waist and lead her toward the stairs which led up to her bedroom. "We ain't done it in a while, so you're probably horny as hell. I bet you missed my cock, dincha?" He seized her breast and squeezed it roughly.

Arlene's legs were rubbery and she continued to offer no resistance as she accompanied her brutal ex-husband up the stairs to her bedroom.

The minute they were in the room, Mel dragged her sweatshirt over her head and threw it on the floor. "Yeah, baby," he said, "you're still lookin' real good! Damn, but you sure are one fine piece of ass! It's been so long I almost forgot what a prime piece you were!"

He opened Arlene's jeans and pushed them down. She tried to cover herself. She desperately wished she could figure out some way to stop Mel from doing the things he was planning to do, but knew she couldn't. If she resisted him, he'd beat her, and then have his way with her anyhow.

Mel fumbled with her bra clasp then, in frustration, he ripped the garment off. "That's better," he said. His hands moved to her exposed breasts, mauling them. "You sure got a helluva set of knockers. I gotta tell you, I don't think I ever seen any better ones."

As she suffered her ex-husband's crude caresses, Arlene tried to find some way of reducing the pain and humiliation she was feeling, something that would distract her, but nothing she tried made the pain and humiliation go away.

"I know you want me, baby," Mel grumbled, his voice filled with self-satisfaction. "You probably ain't had any good fuckin' since I dumped you. Come on, get on the bed and let's get down to business."

Holding onto Arlene's breasts, he steered her to the bed, then he pushed her down onto it. "That's better," he said.

Arlene felt relief when Mel's hands left her breasts, then his rough clothes were rubbing her bare skin as he lay on top of her. Wasn't he even going to take his clothes off?

Mel kissed her roughly then he reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his swollen cock. He fumbled with her undies then tore them roughly aside.

"Damn!" he chortled. "I forgot what a hot piece you are. I probably ought to stop by more often!" He positioned his swollen shaft at her unlubricated opening then he drove it into her.

The pain of Mel's abrupt entrance forced the breath from Arlene. She couldn't think, all she could do was feel overwhelming pain. She bit her lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd hurt her. Then he began to move and waves of pain spread through her body.

"Yeah!! Yeah!!!" Mel groaned as he pounded into her. He'd forgotten how tight her cunt was. Fucking her felt real good.

Arlene bit her lip to keep from moaning. If she did, Mel would think she was enjoying what he was doing, and that would just encourage him. All she wanted was for him to get this over with as soon as possible and leave.

Before long, she felt his hot cream spurting into her. Then he stopped moving. "Thank God, he's done," Arlene thought, "Maybe now he'll go."

Mel's weight lifted from her as he got off the bed. Arlene looked up, hoping to see Mel's back. Instead she saw his leering face. He was taking his clothes off! He wasn't going to leave!

"Don't worry, honey, that was just an appetizer," Mel said. He laid down on the bed next to Arlene. "I'm not gonna leave until I've fucked you real good."

Arlene winced when he ripped the remnants of her panties off.

"There," Mel said. "I like it better when you're naked. Come on, baby, how about you give me a little head?"

Arlene couldn't move! The last thing she wanted was to have his disgusting cock in her mouth!

"Come on!" Mel's voice displayed his growing impatience, "You know you love suckin' me off."

"No...I...I..." Arlene stammered. She pulled away from him and tried to get out of bed.

"Dammit, bitch!" Mel yelled. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back down next to him. He rolled onto her chest and his cock flopped against her lips. "Go ahead, suck on my pecker for a while, then I'll fuck you a little more."

Arlene felt his cock pressing against her cheek and the brush of his coarse pubic hair against her chin.

"Come on, suck it, baby, I know you love it!" Mel muttered. He grabbed her hair and forced her face against his growing erection.

"Maybe..." Arlene thought, "if I do what he wants, he'll go and leave me alone." She licked the shaft uncertainly, tasting their combined juices.

"That's it!" Mel groaned.

"The sooner I get this over with," Arlene told herself, "the sooner he'll go." She took her ex-husband's organ in her mouth and began to lick and suck it. As she did, it swelled and grew. To her shame, as Mel's shaft grew, Arlene felt unwelcome feelings beginning to make themselves felt deep in her body. "Nooooooooooooo!" her tortured brain begged, "Don't let me get turned on!"

Unfortunately, her body betrayed her and, as her ex-husband's organ swelled, so did Arlene's passion.

Mel enjoyed the feelings his ex-wife's mouth was giving him so much he was almost tempted to come in her mouth. But he didn't. When his peak neared, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and flopped on his back on the bed. "Come on, honey, ride my fuck stick like you useta!" he rasped.

Arlene, now shaking with need, positioned her hips over his, guided his shaft to her aching vaginal lips, and slowly lowered herself onto him, hating the fact that his entry into her body felt good.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Mel murmured as he leered up at her. He grabbed her breasts and pinched the nipples between his thumbs and fingers. His hips rose off the bed, driving his cock up into her.

As Arlene rode him, she could feel the dreaded approach of orgasm as his turgid prong poked repeatedly into her. He was going to make her come! His fingers working on her nipples were painful, but somehow the pain was driving her toward release. She was out of control.

As she felt the first twinges of release, Arlene bit her lip to keep from crying out. Maybe, if he didn't think he was pleasing her... All rational thought left her mind as overpowering sensations of exhilaration coursed though her.

"Gahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Mel roared, as his spend coursed into Arlene's spasming body once more. "Damn, but you fuck good!! Son of a bitch!!!"

Spent, Arlene fell onto the bed next to her ex-husband. She felt used, betrayed, and cheap.

Mel patted one of her firm buttocks. "Goddamn, Arlene! You're one hell of a piece of ass, you know that?" he muttered. "I almost forgot what a good fuck you are."

Tears welled up in Arlene's eyes. Maybe now he'd go and leave her in peace. After all, she'd done everything he wanted her to.

"After I rest up a little," Mel said, "I'll show you a few more things you're gonna like."

Arlene put her hand to her mouth and continued to sob silently. Would this never end?

After a few minutes of rest, Mel ordered Arlene to get onto her knees and began fucking her doggy-style.

"I can't believe it!" Arlene thought as her ex-husband's cock hammered into her. At least she didn't have to look at his leering face. "I...I'm going to come again!! God, I hate him! And I hate my body for responding to him!"

Unfortunately for her, by forcing her to go down on him, Mel had unwittingly gained access to his ex-wife's passion. She bit her lip as, once again, she was flooded by delight and experienced release; release triggered by her ex-husband's driving cock.

Mel looked down and watched his ex-wife's body jolting as he slammed into her and smiled. Then he recalled that Jennifer McIntyre had fired him earlier that day. The thought angered him, and he increased the force of his thrusts, drawing a moan from Arlene.

"Yeah, honey!" Mel chortled, "I know you like it!" He kept poking into Arlene's warm, clutching cavern until at last he felt his spend boiling up inside him.

"Yeah!!! Yeah!!!!!! Here it comes again!!! Take itttt!!!!!!" he yelled. His hips moving wildly, Mel once again spewed his seed into his ex-wife.

His lust slaked, Mel pulled his cock out of Arlene, patted her on the bottom, and got off the bed. "Thanks, for the fuckin'," he said. "I know you probably don't want me to go, but I gotta get goin'. There's things I haveta to do."

He pulled his clothes back on then headed for the door. Before he left the room, he stopped, turned, and smiled. "What we done today was so good, I know you probably want more," he said. "If I got time, I'll give you a call tomorrow. Maybe we can do this again real soon."

"Nooooo!!!!" Arlene thought. What could she do? She was afraid to refuse him. Maybe...maybe if she wasn't home when he called...

She lay on her bed listening to Mel's footsteps going down the stairs. Then the kitchen door closed and she heard his car start. Only then did she allow herself to relax. He was finally gone!

She got out of her bed and started for the bathroom. What Mel had done with her had been physically and emotionally draining. Blended juices of sex oozed from her and trickled down her legs as she walked. It tickled, and that reminder of the humiliation her ex-husband had subjected her and made her cry.

She climbed into the shower and let water as hot as she could stand it pelt down on her. Desperately she tried to think of some way to escape Mel's influence, but she couldn't come up with a plan.

She got out of the shower, dried herself off, and re-dressed. She threw away the underwear she had on when Mel arrived. There was no point in keeping the destroyed garments. Then she headed downstairs, with tears still rolling down her cheeks.



The Predator Ch. 10



Loud electronic tones coming from a speaker ceiling of the fire station bunkroom awakened Len Dewey. The night had been quiet and he'd gone to bed hoping to get a good night's sleep and get off duty without any more calls. He was meeting Marion the next day and wanted to be rested.

"James County Emergency Operations Center dispatching Station one, Ambulance two. Respond to a two-car MVA at the intersection of Lakeshore Boulevard and Main Street. Report of people trapped. Time out 0300. K-G-G 357," the dispatcher announced.

"Damn! Just five hours to end of shift! So much for having a good night's sleep and getting off duty on time," Len thought as sat up on his bunk and slipped into the bunker pants and rubber boots sitting on the floor next to his bed. "MVA" meant motor vehicle accident. This time of day it likely meant alcohol involvement, and if two cars were involved, it could be messy.

Len pulled his suspenders over his shoulders, stood up and started toward the apparatus floor. His bunker coat and helmet were already in the paramedic vehicle he drove.

The fire station's overhead doors were already opening when Len slipped behind the wheel of the red and white four-wheel drive truck with special paramedic body mounted on it and fired up the engine.

He could hear the sound of the diesel engines in the other apparatus starting, then lights began flashing as the rest of the firefighters in the station jumped aboard the ambulance and pumper and prepared to respond to the crash with him.

"James County EOC from Station one," Len heard the captain say on the radio. "Station one is responding to the MVA at Lakeshore and Main."

"James County EOC from Ambulance two," came another voice. "Ambulance two responding to Lakeshore and Main."

While the dispatcher at the Jamestown Emergency Operations Center acknowledged the radio calls, Len put the paramedic truck in "drive" and headed out of the station. When he reached the street, he turned right, and reached for the portable radio in a bracket between the seats. It was his link to medical control, or "Medcon," in fire department jargon.

He pushed the button on the side of the portable radio. "James County Medic One to Medcon," he said, "Medic One is responding to a two-car MVA. We have a report of victims trapped, unknown injuries."

"Medcon to James County Medic one, we copy," came the reply from the base station at the hospital. "We'll keep you on standby."

Len led the procession of fire apparatus down the street and turned onto Main Street. Two blocks down, he could see flashing blue lights. He pressed down on the rescue truck's accelerator. As he got closer to the scene, he saw two badly mangled vehicles tangled up in the middle of the street.

It looked as if the cars had hit head-on. Even though it was three o'clock in the morning, a crowd had begun to gather. 

Len braked the rescue to a stop, then got out.

A young police officer came running over to him. "You have two victims," the young cop said breathlessly. "A man and a woman in the Mercedes. They don't look too good."

"What about the driver in the other car?" Len asked as he got his medical gear out of a compartment in the back of the truck.

"Had his seatbelt on, car had an airbag. He walked away without a scratch," the cop said.

"What have we got, Len?" Captain Hughes asked. Several of the firefighters from the pumper were helping Len with his equipment.

"Two, trapped in the Mercedes," Len replied.

It took Len and the other firefighters almost a half-hour to cut the two victims from the wrecked Mercedes. Len spent much of that time in the car with the victims, monitoring their vital signs, while the men from the engine company cut the car apart using the hydraulic rescue tool often called the "Jaws of Life."

The man was badly hurt but didn't look critical. From what Len could tell, he had at least one broken leg, some broken ribs, and a lot of cuts and bruises. He couldn't be sure about internal injuries. One thing he was sure of; the man's breath smelled heavily of alcohol.

The woman was much more seriously injured. She hadn't been wearing her seatbelt and had hit the windshield, suffering serious facial injuries and a possible severe head injury. She, too, appeared to have a broken leg, and Len had a suspicion she might have serious internal injuries as well. Len wasn't sure she was going to make it.

He did all he could. He got IV's going in both victims, put oxygen on both of them, and continued to monitor them as his fellow firefighters opened up the car. Finally, they were able to remove both patients from the vehicle. After they splinted the man's broken leg, the crew of Ambulance Two took the male patient. The woman went in Ambulance One and, since she was most seriously injured, Len rode to the hospital with her.

On the way to the hospital, the woman's vital signs continued to deteriorate. Len kept Medcon posted. He studied the woman. She was blonde, probably in her early twenties, and might have been attractive before the crash. She probably wouldn't be any more, he thought.

When they arrived at the hospital, the woman was immediately taken to the trauma room. Len went along with her. The hospital was generally short of staff at this hour, so he had to stay with the patient and assisted the emergency room crew in providing treatment. He'd have to stay there until the doctor released him.

It took more than two hours, but they finally did manage to get the woman stabilized. She was sent upstairs to the intensive care unit.

"What do you think her chances are?" Len asked Dr. Armbruster as they walked out of the trauma room.

"I don't think that young lady's ever going to be the same again," the doctor replied sadly. "With head injuries like hers, I'll be surprised if there isn't some brain damage. And her face is destroyed. The best plastic surgeon in the world isn't going to be able to give her back the face she had before that wreck."

"Son of a bitch!" Len said. "All because of some asshole who didn't know enough to drink and drive."

"You think the guy driving was drunk?" the doctor asked.

"He sure as hell smelled that way," Len replied. "I got light-headed being in the car with him."

"Your station called," a nurse told Len. "They said to tell you day shift just came in and will take over, so you're off duty. When you're ready to go, call them and they'll come down and give you a ride back to the station so you can get your car."

"Thanks," Len said.

He looked around and was startled to see Marion Norris sitting in the emergency room waiting area, her eyes red. He started toward her.

Marion's eyes widened when she saw Len.

"Marion, are you all right?" Len asked her. "Why are you here?"

"My...my husband...he...he was involved in a bad car wreck," Marion stammered. "Is...is that why you're here?"

"Yes," Len replied. He wasn't sure if she knew her husband was with another woman, or if he should be the one to tell her.

"The police...they...they said there was a young woman with him," Marion continued. "They...they said she's in critical condition." She took a deep breath. "And they said Ray...he...he was drunk!" She looked at Len. "Is...is that true?"

Len nodded. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm afraid it is."

"It isn't your fault, Len," Marion replied. She began to sob.

Len pulled her into his arms and let her cry against his chest. Finally, she leaned back and looked at him. "Len, can...can you take me home?" she asked. "Or...or are...are you still on duty?"

"What about your husband?" Len asked.

"He's been admitted to the hospital," Marion replied. "And before he gets out, I'm filing for divorce and I'm going to get a restraining order so I never have to be in the same house with him again!" She looked at Len. "Can you take me home?"

Len nodded. "Let's go," he said.

Len drove Marion home. When they walked into her kitchen, she leaned against him and he put his arms around her and held her. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked.

"Just your being here is enough," Marion said. She felt safe in his arms. He cared for her. He made her feel good. He listened to her, and when they made love...

"Would you like some coffee or hot chocolate?" Len asked.

"I...I'll make something for...for us," Marion stammered.

"Why don't you sit down and let me make it," Len said. "I think you've been though enough today. Let me take care of you." He'd been in her house often enough so he knew where everything was.

Marion sat down at the kitchen table while Len made hot chocolate for them. When it was ready he set one cup in front of her and sat down next to her.

"Was...was the woman in the car with Ray hurt badly?" she asked.

Len nodded. "She's in a coma," he replied. "The doctors think she might survive, but it's going to take a long time. Whatever happens, the doctor said he doesn't think she'll never be the same."

"And Ray...he...he really was drunk?" she asked.

"I'm pretty sure he was," Len told her. "The smell of alcohol on his breath was pretty strong."

"Oh, God!" Marion said.

"Whether the girl lives or dies, he's going to be in big trouble," Len said. "I'd be surprised if he didn't wind up getting some time in jail."

"That's not my problem any more," Marion said. "I...I'm sorry this happened to him, but I have a life to live, and it's not going to include Ray any longer." A thought crossed her mind. "Of course, I guess I have no right to throw stones. After all, he wasn't the only one who was cheating."

Len put his fingers on her lips. "From what you've told me, I have a feeling he was cheating on you long before you and I met," he said.

Marion smiled and kissed his fingers then she took his hand in hers. She realized that her decision to divorce her husband could have an effect on her relationship with Len as well. "How did you get so wise?" she asked softly.

Len looked sheepish. "I...I'm not sure I'm that wise," he said.

"You're wise enough to know what to say to make me feel better," Marion said.

"It's because I care about you," Len replied. "I don't want to see you sad. And I don't like it when you blame yourself for things that aren't your fault. I care about you, Marion. Very much."

Marion yawned. She couldn't help herself. The early morning call from the police, and the stressful events that followed it, had left her exhausted. "I...I'm sorry," she murmured. "I..."

"Come on," Len said, standing up and taking her hand. "I think you need to get to bed and get some rest."

Marion got to her feet and accompanied the young man upstairs to her bedroom. She sat down on the bed and Len sat next to her. Marion turned and looked at the young man, who was gazing at her with such deep feeling in his eyes that her breath caught.

Len took a deep breath. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said reverently.

Deeply touched, Marion looked at him. Len to put his arm around her and his face began to move toward hers then his lips met hers and sparks of excitement flashed, igniting erotic fires deep inside her. Marion groaned softly and wrapped her arms around him.

Len felt Marion's mouth open. Thrills sped through him when her tongue probed into his mouth. Locked in a passionate embrace, they fell back on the bed. His hands moved to the buttons of her blouse and fumbled them open and he spread the blouse apart.

Marion felt Len's lips begin to journey down her throat and onto her breasts, leaving trails of fire on her skin as they moved over it. She made soft groans of joy as he continued. She needed this! Desperately! She needed something to wash away the horrible things that had happened that morning.

Len slid his hands under Marion and unhooked the clasp of her bra, freeing her exquisitely shaped breasts, with their already-hard tips jutting from the pale flesh that surrounded them. He quickly captured one of the hardened tips in his mouth and sucked on it.

"Yessss!!!! Oh, Len, yesssss!!!!" Marion groaned as he suckled her rigid nipple gently. "Oh, darling! Yesss!!! Yesssssssss!!!"

Len's hands moved lightly over her body, down across her belly, causing her flesh to tingle as they glided over it. He undid the clasp at the waist of her slacks, then he slid his hand under the loosened waistband.

Thrills continued to assail Marion as Len's hand moved over her, exploring, seeking. She felt it probe under her panties and groaned louder. Then it was pushing through the full, crinkly mass of pubic hair covering her middle.

"How did I ever survive before I met him?" she thought, as her body twisted and turned in response to Len's loving caresses.

Len's hand moved to point where Marion's legs and body joined and brushed her swollen clit. Her hips shot off the bed as waves of ecstasy swept from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes.

"Len!!! Oh, God, Len!!!! Please, darling!!! Touch me!!!" she begged.

Len continued exploring Marion's vagina and clit and soon had her writhing and clutching at the bedspread. Her hips rocked and thrust against his hand.

Marion's frantic reactions to his caresses had an equally powerful effect on Len. His cock swelled immensely and pressed against his uniform pants. He withdrew his hand, drawing a groan of protest from Marion, and quickly began stripping off his uniform.

Marion wondered what had happened to the hand that was giving her such divine thrills. She opened her eyes and was thrilled to see that Len getting undressed. She slipped out of what remained of her clothes, then she laid back on the bed, legs spread, holding her arms out to him.

"Take me, Len! Please, darling!!" she begged.

Len climbed between Marion's outspread legs, grasped his swollen shaft and slid it up and down between her well-lubricated labia. Marion whimpered softly and rocked her hips upward in response to his action. Len could wait no more. Lowering his hips, he drove into her.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!" Marion groaned when Len's thick wand filled her lubricant-slick love-tunnel. God! This was what she needed to make her forget what a mess her life with Ray had turned into! Len made her feel better than Ray, or any other man she'd ever known, had!

Len, aflame with need, couldn't keep his hips from beating an erotic tattoo against Marion's body. His rapid thrusts drove both of them quickly to the point of explosion.

"C...C...C...Commmminnnnngggggg!!!!!" he cried, as his fluids gushed out of him, into Marion. "Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Gaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!" Marion groaned in reply, the splash of his hot seed releasing furies of joy inside her. "Lennnnnn!!! Oh, Lennnnnnn!!! Ohhhh!!! Ohhh, yesssssss!!! Yesssssss!!!! Yesssss!!!!! Yessssss!!!!! Yessssss!!!! I...I love you!!!!!!!"

Her legs locked behind his, her arms locked around his hard young body, and their hips slammed together in the age-old rhythm of passion. Nothing could have been sweeter.

Their need sated, they lay in each other's arms, gazing fondly at each other.

"I...I don't think I can live without you," Marion said.

Len kissed her. "I'm glad to hear that," he said.

They rolled together and kissed deeply. Marion had no idea how all this would work out. She had confirmation now that her husband was unfaithful, but that didn't matter. She had Len, who made her feel happy and valued. Starting now, she was going to get free of Ray and do whatever it took to spend the rest of her life with Len. Nothing else was important.

Snuggled in each other's arms, the lovers fell asleep.



The Predator Ch. 11



Mel Ott pulled up in front of a local bar, intending to get himself a beer. Actually he planned to have a bunch of beers. Before he could get out of his car, an acquaintance of his named Pete Butler walked up to his car, looking angry.

"Hey, Pete..." Mel said as he got out of his car. "How ya' doin'?" Mel was pretty sure the reason Pete looked pissed was because he owed him a hundred bucks. And Pete, a huge, strong man, was nobody to have angry with you.

"Don't give me that fuckin' 'Hey Pete' shit!" the bigger man grumbled.

"Come on, man, what's buggin' you?" Mel asked, even though he knew. Pete might be bigger and stronger than he was, but Mel figured he was lots smarter than Pete.

"You tol' me you was gonna have my hundred bucks last week," Pete growled.

Mel had seen Pete in action in a bar brawl one night, and knew the amount of harm the huge man could do to other human beings. He knew it wasn't a good idea to make Pete any angrier than he already was.

"Yeah, I did," Mel replied, "but that rich bitch I was workin' for got a hair across her tight little ass and fired me."

"Ain't my problem," Pete replied, glowering at Mel, "the hundred you owe me is, though."

"Pete, you know I'm good for the money," Mel said. "Shit, I got some deals goin' right now. I oughta have it in a couple of weeks."

"Yeah, well, I don't want it in a couple of weeks," Pete said, "I fuckin' want it now!"

"Come on, Pete, we been friends a long time! Can't you cut me a break here?" Mel said. This wasn't going the way he thought it would. He had to come up with something quick, or he was going to get hurt and hurt bad.

"I ain't gonna wait," Pete said. "You told me you'd have it this week, where is it?"

Mel thought furiously. How was he going to get Pete off his back? Then an idea came to him. He smiled. "Look, I ain't got the money, but I think I got something you might like even better."

"Like what?" Pete said. "It goddamn well better be pretty goddamn good. Worth a hundred bucks."

"Hey, Pete, we're friends and what I'm about to offer you will prove that," Mel said. The more he thought about what he planned to do, the more he liked it.

He had almost convinced himself that Donna was somehow responsible for his getting fired and he wanted to do something get even with her for that, and to let her know in no uncertain terms that he was still the one who called the shots. He smiled. Yeah, he'd show the fucking little bitch. She'd learn to rat him out and get him fired.

"Come on, buddy, get in my car," Mel said. "You're really gonna love what I'm gonna do for you."

Pete got in. Mel slid behind the wheel, started the engine, and roared out of the parking lot in a cloud of blue smoke.

Jennifer had driven Donna home after they got back from picking up the feed and storing it. The young woman stood in her apartment window and watched as Jennifer backed out of her driveway. "Today was a lot of fun," she thought. "Jennifer is a really neat lady."

After her employer was gone, she took a shower. Then, wearing only a bathrobe, she started for the living room, planning to stretch out on the sofa and watch TV. She'd just gotten settled on her sofa when she heard a car pull into her driveway.

"Who the heck is that?" she wondered.

Mel walked up the stairs and banged on the door to Donna's apartment. He'd told Pete to wait in the car until he got things organized. Pete was even more excited than Mel expected when he told him he'd be fucking a nice young chick.

"Jeez, Mel, you mean she likes fuckin' guys our age?" the big man asked.

"You better believe it! She's the hottest piece of ass I ever had," Mel replied. "You're in for the fuck of your life, my man."

It bugged Mel that Donna hadn't answered the door right away. "Hey, sweetie," he called. "I know you're in there. Don't you try hiding on me."

"Oh, God, no!" Donna thought, shuddering. Tears starting flowing from her eyes when she heard Mel's voice. "Not now, not again!"

"Come on, sweetie!" Mel yelled. "You know why I'm here. Open the fuckin' door!"

Donna, her legs trembling, started for the door. She had to let Mel in. If he stayed outside her door, yelling like that, her neighbors might call the police, and that would only get her in more trouble. She opened the door and stepped back as Mel walked in.

Mel realized she was only wearing a robe and smiled. "Hey, sweetie, you're lookin' good," he said. "I like that robe. Was you waitin' for me to come over?"

"Noooooo!!!" Donna moaned softly. She backed to the sofa and sank down on it.

Smiling smugly, Mel walked across the living room, plopped down on the sofa next to Donna, and began fondling her breasts through her robe.

She couldn't believe that, once more, this crude man was exercising his control over her, humiliating her.

Mel spread her robe open so he could touch her bare flesh. "I been hornier than a fuckin' Billy goat all afternoon," he said, "so I figured you might want to get it on."

Mel shoved his hand between Donna's legs and began probing at her vagina. "You like havin' me stop by, you just don't wanna admit it," he muttered.

"Unnnnnhhhhhhh!!!" Donna moaned. She let herself go limp, trying to avoid as much pain as possible, even though her body began to quiver. As disgusting and degrading as this was, she didn't dare resist him. She was sure that would lead to even worse consequences.

Mel mistook the reason for Donna's groan. "I can't believe it!" he said as he opened his pants and pulled out his cock. "I touch you a little, and right away you're hot as hell." He pulled his hand away from her, stood up, and smiled down at her. "Lay back, sweetie. Let old Mel give you what you want."

Resigned to further humiliation, Donna did as she was told. She closed her eyes, trying to blink away her tears. She felt Mel move onto the couch then he pushed her legs apart and, without warning, plunged his erect cock into her.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Donna groaned when Mel's cock jabbed painfully into her dry vagina.

"See," Mel smirked as he pounded his cock into her, "You really do like this, doncha, sweetie?"

"I hate you! You make me want to vomit! I wish there was some way I could kill you!" Donna thought, but all that came from her were soft moans as Mel's pounding hips thudded against her.

"Yeah, sweetie, you sure are one fine piece of ass," Mel chortled. He grabbed her breasts and began squeezing them roughly. "I can't believe how goddamn tight you are!"

Mel's grip on Donna's breasts was painful but, somehow, the pain made it a bit easier for her to deal with what was happening to her.

Mel continued thudding against her, his face red, his muscles straining. Then he stiffened. "Yeahhhhh!!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhh!!!!" he yelled, erupting, his come bathing Donna's insides with heat.

Following the instructions Mel gave him, Pete waited in the car for a few minutes, then he followed his friend into the apartment building and went up the stairs to the apartment Mel told him to go to. He entered the apartment through the door, which Mel had left unlocked.

Once Pete was in the apartment, he stood there, wide-eyed and breathing hard, staring at the couple on the sofa. His cock began to swell the minute he saw what was going on. Mel and some girl were actually fucking right there in front of him! Pete couldn't help himself. He began stroking his cock as the erotic spectacle continued to unfold in front of him.

After Mel finished, Donna lay on the sofa with her eyes closed. She felt Mel pull his cock out of her and climb off. She hoped he'd leave now that he'd gotten what he wanted.

"Jeez, Mel, you wasn't kidding, was you?" a deep male voice rasped. "And she is a goddamn fox, too, just like you said."

Donna, startled, was sure she heard another man's voice. She groaned inwardly. Not two men! Not again!

"Hey, my man, you know I don't kid around about stuff like this," Mel replied.

Donna opened her eyes and saw that, in fact, another man was standing in her living room. A big man, and he held his huge, swollen cock in his hand. She struggled into a sitting position, trying to pull her robe over her to cover her nakedness.

"Sweetie, I want you to meet my pal, Pete," Mel said. "I invited him over so you could show him a little fun. You know, like you did for Floyd the other night."

"Noooooo!!" Donna shrank back against the cushions of the sofa. "Please, Mel, not again!!! Don't...don't make me do that again!"

"Hey, what the hell's going on?" Mel demanded. "I thought you said she liked this shit. It sure as hell don't sound that way to me." He was on parole for armed robbery and didn't want to take any chances on getting busted for rape.

"Don't worry, Pete," Mel said. "She always acts like she don't want it, but you seen how much she liked it when I was pourin' the pork to her, didn't ya?"

Pete nodded and continued stroking his hard cock. "Yeah, I guess I did," he replied.

"Go on over," Mel said, "Donna would love to give you a blow-job, wouldn't ya, sweetie?"

"Please!!! No!!" Donna said.

Mel walked to the sofa, grabbed Donna by the hair, and turned her face to his. "You do what I tell you, you fucking bitch!" he hissed. "You know what's gonna happen if you don't doncha?"

Donna felt helpless. She had no choice but to do whatever Mel wanted, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Come on over, Pete," Mel said. "She's ready now. Sweetie, here, gives great head, you'll see."

Stiff-legged, Pete moved across the room until he was standing next to the sofa.

Donna stared at him, but didn't move.

Mel slapped her face. "Go on, bitch, suck his cock!" he ordered.

Her hands trembling, Donna took hold of Pete's throbbing cock. It was huge! Choking back sobs, she took the swollen organ between her lips. Pete groaned, his hands wrapped around her head, and he began fucking the long, thick shaft into her mouth, almost gagging her.

"Shitttttt!!! Oh, shitttttt!!!!" he groaned. "I don't believe it!!! Oh shitttt!!!!"

Mel wasn't going to be left out. Watching the girl sucking his friend's cock was getting him hard again. He slapped Donna on the ass. "Get on your hands and knees!" he ordered.

Donna did as she was told. After she was on her knees on the sofa, and Pete was still fucking his massive pole into her mouth, the sofa moved, then she felt Mel's hands on her ass.

"She's got a nice ass, Pete," Mel said, rubbing Donna's bottom. "A real nice ass."

"Damn! Oh, Damn!!" Pete groaned as he fucked Donna's mouth. "Jeez, I can't believe this!!! I don't fuckin' believe this!"

Donna felt Mel's cock sliding into her from the rear. She'd never been more humiliated and used in her life.

"Goddamn!!! Oh, shit!!! Oh, shit!!!" Pete screamed as he exploded his come into Donna's mouth.

Donna didn't swallow any of the stuff the man shot into her, so a lot of it seeped out, ran down her chin, and dribbled onto her sofa. Mel might be able to force her to give his friend a blow-job, but he couldn't make her swallow it, and she didn't, even though the fluids spraying into her oral cavity almost made her gag.

Pete pulled his now-flaccid cock out of Donna's mouth, staggered back to a chair and flopped into it. "Goddam, Mel! That was fuckin' wild!" he exclaimed.

Mel continued jamming his cock into Donna. She felt it and heard him puffing, and just wanted it all to be over.

"Am I gonna get to fuck her, too?" Pete asked.

"Shit, yeah," Mel replied. "You're gonna love it, too. Her cunt's tight as a fuckin' virgin's."

Pete watched his friend continue to drive his cock into the lithe girl's body. Soon Pete's cock began to rise proudly from his groin once more.

Mel saw that his Pete had a hard-on again. "Wanna fuck her now, Pete?" he asked.

"Yeah!" Pete said, a feral smile forming on his face. He stood up and, preceded by his waving cock, started toward the sofa.

Mel pulled his cock out of Donna and got off the sofa. "You fuck Pete good, sweetie, you hear?" he said. "Take it from me, he ain't nobody you wanna piss off."

Tears dripped from Donna's eyes as she felt the sofa sink under Pete's weight. Then she gasped when his prong plowed into her. He was huge! She felt as if he was going to tear her open! She groaned softly and her tears fell harder.

Mel moved to the end of the sofa where Donna's head was and slapped his still-erect cock against her cheek. "Suck me off!" he ordered. "And play with my balls, too!"

Donna took Mel's cock into her mouth and began rolling his balls in her hand while at the same time she could feel the forceful thrusts of Pete's dong.

Mel and Pete smiled at each other over Donna's back as they jabbed their shafts into her from both ends.

"Told you she was somethin' didn't I, Pete?" Mel said.

"Yeah! Oh, shit! Yeah!!" Pete replied. "Goddamn!!!! I'm gonna come again! Jeez, is she ever tight!" His face got red, his neck muscles strained, and his fingers dug into Donna's soft flesh, making red marks on her skin as he thudded against her with increased intensity.

"Gahhhhhhhh!!!! Jeeeeeezzz!!!! Gahhhhhhhh!!!!" Pete yelled when erupted into Donna, adding his fluids to those Mel had spewed into her earlier.

"Yeahhhhhhh!!! Oh, shit, yeahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Mel cried when he spouted his juices into the sobbing young woman's mouth.

The two men pulled their cocks from Donna and stood next to the sofa, straightening their clothes.

"Told you she was a helluva piece of ass, didn't I, Pete?" Mel said.

"She's fuckin' fantastic," Pete said. "Damn, Mel, she's about the prettiest think I ever fucked."

"Yeah, that's what I think, too," Mel said. "This square up that hundred I owed you?"

"Fuckin'-A!" Pete answered. "There any way we can do this again?"

Mel looked pensive. "Jeez, I don't know," said. Then he smiled at his friend. "Tell you what, Pete," he continued, "I don't see no reason why not. But it'll cost you more than a hundred. Sweetie, here, is worth more than a hundred bucks, don't you think?"

"Yeah, sure," Pete replied. "Whatever you want, I'll pay it!"

Donna huddled on the sofa, hugging herself. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Mel had used her to pay off a debt! And now he was telling his friend he'd be able to fuck her again if he paid Mel to let him do it. He'd turned her into a prostitute!

"Remember, sweetie," Mel told Donna, "Me and Pete want to come over again, you damn well better be ready."

Donna couldn't answer. She was sobbing uncontrollably. She remained on the sofa with her eyes closed and heard her apartment door slam and the sound of a car leaving the driveway. Even then, she stayed on the sofa, sobbing.



The Predator Ch. 12



Jennifer had been visiting another farm to discuss the sale of some horses and, on impulse she decided to take the long way home. Her route took her down a dirt road she occasionally traveled that led from the main highway to her farm . It was a very scenic drive, and she didn't mind taking it because she had plenty of time and did enjoy wandering the back roads whenever she got a chance.

Alongside the road ahead of her, she saw a man cutting up a fallen tree with a chainsaw. As she drove closer, she realized the woodcutter was Alex Martin, the man Selena had introduced her to at the Cartwright fund-raiser.

Jennifer braked her car to a stop next to where Alex was working. She was confused; her chest felt funny and her heart seemed to be pounding. "What on earth is wrong with me?" she mused as she rolled down her window.

Alex saw the car approaching, realized it was stopping, and shut off his chainsaw. He was surprised, but delighted, to discover the driver was Jennifer McIntyre. He set his saw down and walked over to the car.

"Mrs. McIntyre, hello," he said, "It's nice to see you again. What brings you down my lonely road?"

Jennifer felt herself blushing and wasn't sure why. "I-I was just taking the long way home," she said. "I saw you working and then I realized who you were, so I though I'd stop and say hello."

Alex smiled. "I'm glad you did, Mrs. McIntyre," he said.

"Please, I'd like it if you called me Jennifer," Jennifer replied.

Alex smiled. "I'll do that if you call me Alex," he said.

Jennifer looked over Alex's shoulder. Atop the hill behind him sat a large log home. "Is that your house?" she asked.

Alex nodded. "All mine," he said. He had purchased it with some of his lottery winnings and owned it outright

"It's lovely," Jennifer said. "And the setting you have is incredible!" She looked around. "The way your house sits, you must have a wonderful view of Mount Arbor. I wish I did from my place. I think it's one of the prettiest mountains I've ever seen."

"I do, too," Alex said. "The view of Mt. Arbor, especially in fall, is the reason I bought this particular piece of property. Do you have time to come up to the house for a cup of coffee? You can see just how beautiful my view is much better from up at the house."

"Sure," Jennifer said, smiling. "I'd love to."

"Why don't you drive on up to the house?" Alex said, "I'll meet you up there. I can't leave my chain saw down here by the road. Even out here in the country, things have a way of disappearing."

Alex was surprised to find himself feeling a little nervous as he watched Jennifer started up his driveway. He bent down picked up the chainsaw and gas can and followed her.

Jennifer was standing next to her car when Alex got to his house. He set down the saw and gas can down on the back porch steps.

"Come in," he said. "I'm glad you showed up. I needed to take a break anyhow." He started up the steps onto the back porch.

"Cutting up trees like you were doing is hard work," Jennifer observed. "I've helped do it on our place."

"Cutting wood isn't the easiest job in the world," Alex agreed, "but I can use the exercise. Plus it gets my mind off the hassles I have at the department. I use the wood to keep my heating bill reasonable."

Jennifer followed Alex up the steps, onto his back porch. She looked around and was surprised by how neat the place was. There were well-tended flowerbeds around the house and yard, and everything looked very well tended. A neatly stacked woodpile sat near the back porch.

Alex held the door open and she walked into the house. The inside of the house was surprising, too. It was neat as a pin and very cozy.

"I saw the woodpile outside. Do you heat with wood?" Jennifer asked. She couldn't get over how the house looked. It was comfortable, pleasant, and homey; the kind of house that ought to contain lots of kids and dogs.

"Most of the time," Alex replied. "Although on days I'm feeling particularly lazy I do let the oil burner do the work."

She looked through a doorway into the living room. The furnishings Alex had looked like the kind that invited you to settle in and watch TV, read a book, or take a nap.

Unconsciously, she compared this cozy log home to her house. The home she'd inherited from her parents was gorgeous and would have looked good in a magazine, but it wasn't really comfortable. Jennifer had never once thought of going into the living room, taking her shoes off, and flopping down on the sofa. Alex's house almost encouraged you to do that.

"There's something really warm about your house, Alex," she remarked. "I can't describe it, it just feels comfortable, somehow."

"Thanks," Alex said, pleased by her compliment. "I tried to fix it up so it would be livable."

"I think you accomplished that very well," she said.

"How do you take your coffee?" Alex asked.

"Black," Jennifer replied.

"Me, too," Alex said. "I'm surprised. I always thought that liking black coffee was a cop thing."

Jennifer shrugged and smiled. "My dad taught me to drink it that way," she said. "He used to say milk and sugar kept you from tasting the coffee."

"Personally, I think he was right," Alex said.

Jennifer went with him as he walked across the kitchen and set two cups of coffee on the large round kitchen table, which was covered with a red and white checked tablecloth.

The kitchen surprised Jennifer as much as the rest of the house did. It was a huge room, with finely crafted, highly polished cabinets and the latest in appliances. The table sat in one corner, and along a wall near it sat a huge cast-iron cook stove. White lace curtains hung over the window above the sink and the windows that looked out into the barnyard. Everything was neat and clean.

"Have a seat," Alex said, gesturing toward the table.

Jennifer sat down.

Alex sat down across the table from her and sipped some of his coffee then he smiled at her. "I'm glad you stopped by, Jennifer," he said. "I've been thinking about calling you, to see if I might stop by your place and see your horses."

"I'd love to have you come by," Jennifer replied, taking a sip of her coffee. It was delicious. "You're welcome any time you want to stop by." She smiled. "You know, your house really surprises me."

"Oh?" Alex said. "Why?"

Jennifer shrugged. "I'm not sure," she said. "I guess I expected a single man's house to look different, more masculine or something."

 "Or maybe slovenly, right?" Alex asked, grinning. "Are you disappointed?"

Jennifer shook her head. "Not at all," she said. "This house is lovely. It feels comfortable, like a home."

Alex blushed. "It isn't by design," he said. "I just fixed it up so it felt right to me."

Jennifer looked around the kitchen. "Your cabinets are incredible," she said. "Did you have them custom-made?"

Alex got even redder and nodded. "Ah...sort of," he said. "I made them myself."

"You did?" Jennifer said. She gazed at him with interest. He was nothing like she would have expected a police officer to be like. "It looks like you're very talented."

"Ah...I-I'm not sure I'd say that," Alex mumbled. He was flustered. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. "I picked up some pointers on woodworking from my father. He was a cabinetmaker and carpenter, a real craftsman. He let me work with him when I was younger. If you think these cabinets are something, you should have seen the ones he built."

"It looks to me like he taught you well," Jennifer said. "My father had custom-made cabinets installed in our kitchen the last time it was re-done. They cost a fortune, but they look cheap and shoddy next to yours."

Alex took another sip of his coffee. "Would you like to see the rest of the house?" he asked.

Jennifer smiled and said, "I'd love to."

They got up and Alex led her into the living room. Along one wall was a large fieldstone fireplace. He pointed at it. "That's where most of that big maple I was cutting up today will wind up once it's had a year or so to season," he said. "I like to have a roaring fire to sit in front of on a cold night; sometimes even when it's not that cold. A wood fire always makes the house smell nice."

"I've always thought so, too," Jennifer said.

He walked through a doorway into another room and Jennifer followed. This room wasn't as big as the living room, but it was still good-sized. Unlike the rest of the house, this room was very masculine. The walls were lined with shelves filled with books. Against one wall was a huge, ornately carved, wooden desk. A computer sat on the desk, looking out of place, and next to the desk were several file cabinets made of wood that matched the desk.

"This is my office," Alex explained.

"You have a lot of books!" Jennifer exclaimed, "Have you read all of them?"

"Most of them," he admitted. "But I only read a little at a time. My lips get tired." He smiled at her. "Seriously, I love to read, and I hate throwing books out. It was a major bone of contention with my ex-wife. Of course the house we had wasn't as big as this one, so it wasn't as easy for me to store my collection."

Jennifer shook her head. Alex was a very unusual man. Her father read voraciously, too, and had a huge collection of first editions. "My father used to read a lot," she said. "You'll have to see his library some time. He had a lot of rare first editions."

Alex smiled. "I'd like that," he said.

They continued the tour. There were four bedrooms on the second floor, each neat and comfortable. Jennifer expected the master bedroom to be masculine, like the library, but it wasn't. The centerpiece of it was a king-sized four-poster canopy bed.

"That bed is incredible!" Jennifer exclaimed. "Where did you ever find something like that?"

Alex, blushing furiously, admitted he'd made it.

"Where do you do all your woodworking?" Jennifer asked. "Do you have a shop?"

Alex nodded. "I partitioned off part of the barn for a woodworking shop," he said. "Would you like to see it?"

"I'd love to," Jennifer said.

They went back downstairs and out to the barn. Alex, looking proud, opened the door and escorted Jennifer into his shop.

Jennifer knew very little about woodworking, but judging from the large number of tools and machines in the shop, she had a feeling it was very complete. "Do you know how to use all these things?" she asked.

"Most of them," Alex said. "I find that it's easier to do things when you have the right tools. So when I put the shop in, I got every machine I thought I'd ever need."

"Isn't setting up a shop like this expensive?" Jennifer asked. "How can you afford it on a police officer's salary?"

While they walked back to the house, Alex explained about winning the lottery, and what he'd done afterward with the money. He told her about moving to this area, and a little about his job with the Jamestown Police Department, too. It was almost as if he couldn't stop talking once he started, and that surprised him. Usually, he didn't talk much at all.

Jennifer liked being with Alex, but wasn't sure she should be tying him up. "I'm afraid I'm keeping you from your work," she said after a while. "I really ought to go."

"Is there somewhere you have to go?" Alex asked. He didn't want her to leave.

"Well, no," Jennifer admitted. She saw the disappointment in his eyes when she mentioned leaving and found herself happy to see it there. "But you were cutting up that tree and all and..."

"I was just about done," Alex said. "I was just about to have Dick help me bring the chunks up here so I can split them when I have time."

"Dick?" Jennifer said. "Is that your hired hand?"

Alex smiled and nodded. "Actually, Dick's a lot more than that. I guess you could say he's my helper and my friend," he said, "Come on, I'll introduce you." He walked out the door onto the back porch.

Jennifer followed Alex out to the barn.

Alex walked toward a fence and whistled. Almost immediately, a medium-sized reddish horse came galloping and extended its head over the fence, nuzzling Alex's shoulder fondly.

Alex turned to Jennifer and smiled. "This is Dick," he said. The horse nuzzled him again and Alex took a sugar cube out of his pocket and gave it to him. "He helps me do chores around the place," Alex explained. "And he's someone I can talk to when I need that. The nice thing about Dick is he very seldom argues with me."

"He's beautiful!" Jennifer said. The horse had an intelligent look in his eyes and seemed very friendly. The horse nudged her shoulder and she petted him.

"He's a Lippet Morgan," Alex said. "Old timers in Vermont I've talked to claim they're the only real Morgans. Most folks think Morgans are those fancy show horses. Dick's no pampered show horse. He works for a living."

"Not many people use horses to do farm work any more," Jennifer said. "Wasn't it hard to train him?"

"You probably won't believe this, but I didn't have to train him," Alex said. "Dick just seemed to pick up what needed to be done. He's a lot better helper than a tractor. Tractors don't have a personality." He opened the gate and the horse trotted over to the barn.

Alex and Jennifer followed. She watched as Alex put a harness on the horse. Once the harness was in place, the horse moved to a small wagon and stood in front of it.

"You know many tractors that would do that?" Alex asked as he finished hitching the horse to the wagon.

"I'm surprised. He's not very big, is he?" Jennifer commented.

"That's the nice thing about Morgans," Alex said. "Pound for pound, they're as tough a horse as you're going to find. Lippets, anyhow." He started down the driveway and the horse followed.

"I like to think Dick's a little smarter than most horses, though, even most Morgans," Alex said as they walked along behind the wagon. "Not only is he a good worker, he's a good saddle horse, too. As they used to say in the old west, he's got bottom. He'll go all day and all night if need be."

They got to the place where Alex had been working when Jennifer arrived. A pile of wood, cut up into neat blocks, lay there.

Dick stopped and began cropping grass. Alex began throwing blocks of wood into the wagon.

Jennifer watched, noticing the way his muscles moved under his shirt as he did. "Want some help with that?" she asked.

"Ah, sure," Alex replied. "There are a couple of pairs of work gloves in the box under the wagon seat," he said. "Better wear them, they'll keep you from getting splinters and blisters."

Jennifer went to the wagon, got out the gloves, slipped them on, and began picking up smaller blocks of wood and throwing them into the wagon.

Alex kept glancing at Jennifer while he worked. She was very attractive, although it didn't seem to him she was aware how attractive she really was. Working had put a flush on her features, which enhanced the beauty that already was there.

Finally, the wagon was full. "Take it to the woodshed, Dick," Alex said. The horse looked back over his shoulder, shook his head, then started off.

"My horse, Bosco, responds to some voice commands," Jennifer said, "And I always thought he was pretty intelligent. But Dick makes him look retarded."

"How about joining me for lunch once the wagon's unloaded?" Alex asked. He wasn't sure why he was doing all he could to keep Jennifer there. Why, suddenly, was he acting like a kid with his first crush on a girl?

"I-I...sure, why not?" Jennifer said. She found herself not wanting to leave, and wasn't sure why.

They unloaded the wood next to the gasoline powered wood splitter. Then Alex unhitched Dick, who walked over and stood by the gate to the pasture.

"I can't believe the things your horse does without commands," Jennifer said as she and Alex walked to the gate.

"I know, sometimes he does things that surprise me, too," Alex said, "but I really have never spent a minute training him. He just seems to pick up what I want him to do on his own. I'll give him some grain, then we can put the feed bag on, too."

He put grain out for the horse then they went back into the house.

"I think I have something in the freezer I can microwave," Alex said, "unless you don't like things microwaved."

"I don't mind," Jennifer said, "Whatever you have will be fine. I'm so hungry I could eat a..." She paused and smiled. "An ox."

Alex smiled back at her, got a package out of the freezer, unwrapped it and put it on a plate, then put he put the plate in the microwave. While the food was heating, he got out some dishes and set the table. When the timer on the microwave beeped, he took out the dish and carried it on the table.

Jennifer looked at the plate in front of her and was surprised. "Is that quiche?" she asked.

Alex nodded and his face reddened. "Bacon and cheddar," he said. "I made it last week, only ate two pieces, so I froze the rest. It microwaves pretty well."

They ate. Jennifer found the quiche excellent and said so.

"I always thought bachelors survived on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and TV dinners," she said.

"Some do, I guess," Alex told her, "but I get tired of that, so I experiment from time to time. I've learned that it's easy enough to cook if you can read a cookbook and follow directions."

Jennifer was impressed. Alex was incredible. He cooked, kept an extremely neat house, was an excellent carpenter, had a way with animals, read all manner of books, and on top of that, he was an extremely personable man who was fun to be with. She got up and began picking up the dishes.

"Just leave them," Alex said. "I'll put them in the dishwasher later."

"Are you sure?" Jennifer asked. "I don't mind helping."

"I'm positive," Alex said.

Jennifer knew she should get going, but found herself not wanting to. She'd had a lot of fun in the few hours she'd spent with Alex.

"I-I've really enjoyed today, Alex," she said. "It's been fun."

"Sounds like you're planning to leave," Alex said, looking and feeling more than a little disappointed.

"I-I really do have to get going," she said. "There are things back at my farm that I have to do."

"OK," he said. "Look, I need to split all that wood, so if you want to stop by again, you'll be welcome. Splitting goes faster if there's somebody to help me stack."

Jennifer smiled at him. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind," she said.

Alex walked her to her car. He really didn't want her to go.

Jennifer got in her car and sat there, looking up at him. "Ah...I really did have a wonderful time," she said softly. "Thank you, Alex."

"Hey, any time," Alex said.

Jennifer started the car, backed around, and drove out of the driveway.

Alex watched her go then he walked over to the pasture fence. Dick came over and nuzzled him, looking for more sugar. Alex gave the horse some. "That's quite a lady, Dick, don't you think?" he said.

The horse nudged him.

"Yeah, I know, I shouldn't be thinking things like that, should I?" Alex said. "She's way out of my league."

Dick gave a soft whinny and shook his head from side to side.

"You don't think so, is that it?" Alex asked.

Dick's head moved up and down.

"Well, old buddy, I sure would like it if you were right," Alex said. He patted Dick's muzzle, then went back into the house. After putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, he plopped down on the sofa, and turned on the TV. As he sat there, watching a news program, he looked around. Why, all of a sudden, did the house feel so darned empty?




The Predator Ch. 13



William P. Atherton, III, sat behind his huge desk contemplating doing something he'd never done before in his life. "Yes, by God, I will!" he thought. He pressed the intercom button, buzzing his secretary.

"Yes, Mr. Atherton?" his secretary's voice said, through the intercom speaker.

"What does my schedule for the afternoon look like, Selma?" William asked.

"You have a two o'clock appointment and another one at three," his secretary replied.

"Do I absolutely have to be here for either of them?" he asked.

"I don't know, Mr. Atherton," his secretary replied, "according to the appointment book, Mr. Jacobs is coming in for a review of his investment portfolio at two. Your three o'clock appointment is Mr. Williamson. He wants to alter his investments a bit."

William frowned. Both appointments were with long-time clients. He should be the one to see them. But he didn't want to. He had other plans. "Are all of the associates booked this afternoon?" he asked.

"Mr. Walker has some time free," his secretary replied. "In fact, his book shows no appointments from two o'clock on."

Ed Walker was a new employee, a sharp young man William hired away from a large New York investment firm.

"Have Mr. Walker meet with those clients," William said. "Tell him an emergency came up and that I had to leave. Also, give my apologies to Mr. Jacobs and Mr. Williamson and advise them that I will check their files and call them tomorrow to make sure everything Mr. Walker does for them is all right."

"Yes, Mr. Atherton," his secretary said.

"Thank you, Selma," William said. His heart pounding, he picked up his phone and pressed a button to access his private outside line. He dialed a number, then waited, nervously tapping his pen on the desk, while the phone rang.

"Hello," Arlene's voice caressed William's ear and, immediately, his penis began to swell.

"Arlene, are...are you free this afternoon?" William asked. He was tingling with anticipation.

"Yes!" Arlene replied, sounding as excited as William felt. "Where?"

"Would it be all right if I came over to your place?" William asked.

"I-I guess so," Arlene replied. "When?"

"As soon as I can get there!" William replied.

"I can't wait to see you!" Arlene whispered. "Don't bother knocking, I'll leave the door unlocked."

William sat at his desk after the call ended, holding the receiver in his hand; he was barely able to comprehend that he'd done what he just did. He began recalling the erotic experiences he'd enjoyed with Arlene, and those memories stimulated him into full tumescence. He couldn't wait. He had to have her today, this afternoon!

He got up, left the office, got in his BMW, and drove to Arlene's house. "If Father knew what I was doing, he'd have a stroke!" he thought as he drove. Thinking about his father's disapproval only served to turn him on more.

William pulled into the driveway of the little house where Arlene lived. His heart was pounding and he was filled with excitement at the prospect of an afternoon of lascivious delights with her.

He got out of the car, walked up on the porch, tried the door and, to his delight, found it open. He walked into the house and stood in Arlene's living room.

Arlene stepped out of a doorway, into the living room. "Hi, there, Willie!" she said.

William's eyes widened and he gulped. Arlene was totally naked! He closed the door behind him, stepped across the room, and pulled her into his arms.

"And I thought I was anxious to see you!" he said, grabbing her bottom, pulling her against him.

Their lips met and he felt her warm body pressing against his. As they clung to each other, William could feel her heat radiating through his clothes. Their tongues dueled wildly and he felt his cock grow even harder.

"I've wanted you so badly, Willie!" Arlene hissed, her hands grabbing his ass. Then she dropped to her knees, fumbled his zipper open, and extricated his rigid cock from the confines of his pants. She began stroking it with her soft, hot hands. "Yessssss!!! Oh, God, you're so big and hard!!! I want it, Willie!! I want your cock!!!" she crooned.

Then she took him into her mouth and William gasped as his legs turned to jelly. She sucked and licked his cock like she would a candy cane, sending thrill after incredible thrill through him.

"If you...unnnhhhhh...if you keep that...unnnnhhhh...up, I'm liable to come!" William gasped, choking the words out through bursts of intense pleasure.

In response to his feverish warning, Arlene grabbed his balls, squeezed them, and intensified her frenzied attentions to his cock.

William couldn't wait back any longer. "Eeeeeuhhhhh!!! Eeeeeeuhhhhh!!!!" he groaned as, his hips bucking, his coming blasted a fiery eruption of his sticky fluids into her mouth.

Arlene tried desperately to swallow the flood of semen filling her mouth, but was unable to get it all. Some of the opalescent fluid seeped out of her lips and ran down her chin, dripping onto the pale surface of her breasts.

She continued lavishing attention on William until his cock began to soften. Her face smeared with come, droplets of it on her chest, she released his limp cock, sat back on her legs, and looked up at him, smiling.

William gazed down at Arlene and thought she was the most erotic sight he'd ever beheld.

"That was a nice appetizer," she said, licking her lips. "But I gotta have more, Willie!"

William rapidly shed his clothes while Arlene sat there, watching him, a smile on her cum-smeared face. When he was naked, he picked her up, carried her into her bedroom, laid her on her bed, then he stretched out next to her.

"It's time for me to enjoy my appetizer," he said. He thrust his head between her thighs, licked her the lips of her vagina, and thrust his tongue into her spasming cavern. His tongue found her clit and lashed it from side to side.

"Yessssss!!! Oh, Willie, yesssssss!!!" Arlene shrieked, "Eat meeeee!!! Eat meeeee!!!" She moved like a woman possessed, her rocking hips thumping against the bed.

William continued assaulting her with his lips and tongue and her legs clamped around his head, trapping it in her sweet, juicy vagina.

"Willleeeeeeeeeeee!!! I'm comming!!!! Eyahhhhhhhh!!! Eeeeeeyahhhhhhhhh!!!! So goooooooooddd!!! Yesssssssss!!!! Yessssssss!!!" Arlene screamed as a powerful orgasm swept through her.

William's head remained trapped between Arlene's legs for what seemed like an eternity. But, eventually, her writhing slowed, her screams faded, and she relaxed, freeing his head from its silken trap. He stretched out on the bed next to her and she rolled over and put her arm around him.

"You really give good appetizer!" she whispered, giggling softly.

"I can't wait for the main course!" William exclaimed.

Arlene laughed then she began kissing William's chest. She sucked on his nipples, which grew erect.

William shuddered and groaned as her lips and tongue worked on him. Passion, so recently and wonderfully spent, began once more to wash over his body in warm, delightful waves. His penis again began to grow and swell. "Oh, God, Arlene! You have magic lips!" he murmured.

"The better to kiss you with!" Arlene said.

Taking a break from her erotic oral odyssey over his body, she got to her knees, leaned over him, and began trailing her long fingernails over his entire body, from his head to his toes, igniting a holocaust of desire in him.

"Wowahhhhhh!!!" William groaned. Every one of his nerves seemed to be crackling with erotic stimulation. He rolled over, pushing Arlene down under him, and began kissing and stroking her body. His lips went to work on her breasts, moving from one to the other until the nipples were distended.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" Arlene moaned when William thrust his hand between her legs and began fingering her. His thumb tortured her clit delectably and she arched her back, pressing against his hand.

"Tooo gooddddd!!! Tooooo gooooooodddddd!!!!" she groaned, "You're gonna make me come if you don't stop!!! In meeeeeee!!! Please, Willie, I want your cock in meeeeee!!!! Please!!! Please!!! Willie, fuck meeeeee!!! Please!!!"

William moved between her legs and, excitedly, she grabbed his penis and pulled him to her wet opening. He was every bit as excited as she. When he felt the tip part her soaked lips, he gave a sudden thrust and buried himself in her molten heat.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!! Fuck!!! Oh, fuck!!!! That's ittttttt!!! Yessssss!!! That's it!!!" she cried, her legs rising, her ankles locking behind his thrusting hips. "Give it to me!!! Fuck me!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!!" She clawed at William's back and met his thrusts with powerful answering thrusts of her hips.

"Take it!!! Take my come!!!" William cried when he felt his penis start to throb and pulse. Then his fluids forced their way through the fleshy tube and sprayed into Arlene's pulsating cave.

"Yessssssss!!! Yesssssssss!!!" Arlene yelped, when William's hot flood triggered her release. "Fill meeeee!!!! Fuck meeee!!! Wahhhhhhhhh!!! Wahhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!! Yesssssssss!!! Yessssssss!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Then Arlene went limp, her arms and legs falling to the bed, and she lay there, breathing regularly. William carefully moved off of his lover and studied her. She was beautiful! Her face was flushed, and her silky gold hair had fanned out around her head, framing her pretty face. Her curvy, athletic body was wondrous to look at.

Arlene's her eyes flickered open, she turned her head to look at him and smiled. "You fucked me silly!!" she whispered. "That never happened to me before! You...My God! You are incredible, William!"

"I-I...thank you," William said, a bit embarrassed by her effusive praise of his sexual prowess.

"Don't act so modest, Willie," Arlene said. "There are studs and there are studs. You, my darling, are an honest-to-God super stud!"

"You are a fucking dead asshole!" Mel Ott thought as he stood outside his ex-wife's bedroom window, listening to what was transpiring inside. He'd stopped at his ex-wife's house, planning another romp in the hay with her, and had been really pissed to discover a strange car in the driveway. It was a fucking BMW, yet! Who the hell did Arlene think she was, screwing some rich asshole?

Mel gave little consideration to the fact that, since they were divorced, his ex-wife's love life was none of his business.

William and Arlene snuggled in her bed, letting their bodies recoup from the frantic sexual activity they'd engaged in. Arlene lay with her back to her lover and felt his semi-hard penis pressing against her buttocks. She moved her hips a little and felt his penis begin to swell, pressing into the cleft between her nether cheeks.

William, responding to what Arlene was doing, reached over her, cupped a breast, squeezed it softly, and massaged the nipple, which quickly grew rigid.

The motion of Arlene's hips grew more urgent. Before long, she was purring with delight and her buttocks were caressing William's erect cock, which grew harder and harder as her body moved against it.

"Oh, Willie, that feels so neat!" Arlene murmured.

"It does feel pretty spectacular, doesn't it?" William said, continuing to run his hands over her trembling body. He reached down and pulled her leg back over his. The action exposed her vagina to his fingers. He slid his hand down over her belly, through her pubic hair, onto her vagina.

Arlene groaned and the movement of her hips increased in intensity. Juices of excitement began pouring from her.

William continued caressing Arlene's vagina and clit with his fingers and discovered he could feel the tip of his cock protruding from between her legs. He grasped it and rubbed the head against her slit.

Arlene groaned and begged him to put it in her, so he did.

"I've never done it like this!" Arlene murmured as their bodies began the ritual motions of lovemaking. Thrills shot through both of them.

William slammed into Arlene as their passion quickly rose to the bursting point. He alternated between massaging her breasts and teasing her clit and her hips rocked.

Suddenly Arlene exploded, uttering loud wails of pleasure, her hands flailing, looking for something to grab. "Oh, Godddddddd, Williee!!! Oh, Godddddd!!!" she cried, "Nowwwwwwwwww!!! Oh, yes, nowwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwww!!!"

Groaning with delight, William let go, pumping his fluids into her once again.

Arlene collapsed and felt William's cock slide out of her.

They lay in each other's arms for a while then Arlene stirred, turned, and looked at William. "You...you have to go, soon, don't you?" she asked hesitantly.

William bent and kissed her neck under the soft mass of her blonde hair. "I'm afraid I must, my dear," he said.

"Are we going to do something like this again?" she asked. "Make it in the afternoon, I mean?"

"I-I don't know," William replied. "I-I really shouldn't, I took a huge risk coming here today."

Arlene buried her face against his chest. "Why...why was it a risk?" she asked.

"My...my father wouldn't like it if he knew I'd purposely cancelled out on appointments with important clients," William explained. He stroked her hair and her smooth back. "For him, business is more important than anything."

"But...don't he and your mother sometimes do impulsive stuff?" Arlene asked.

William shook his head. "I don't think either of my parents ever did anything on impulse in their entire lives," he replied.

Arlene looked at him, befuddled. "You mean...they never...ever did anything they hadn't planned on?" she said. "Not ever?"

William shook his head. "Never," he said.

She looked at him, amazed. Then something occurred to her. "Your parents, they...they wouldn't like me, would they?" she asked. "They wouldn't approve of me, or your seeing me, would they?"

"That doesn't matter," William told her, but he knew full well that it did. Or did it? "I approve of you. That's all that matters."

They got up, showered, and got dressed.

When they were back in her kitchen, and William was about to leave, Arlene looked at him. "You...you aren't going to dump me, are you, Willie?" she asked.

"No! My God! Whatever made you think something like that?" William replied. He took her in his arms and pulled her against him. "I-I'm not sure I could exist if I gave you up."

"I-I'm glad," Arlene said.

They walked to the door and kissed fondly.

"When will I see you again?" Arlene asked.

"I'll call," William said. "Soon."

After one more fond kiss he slipped out of her arms and out the door.

Mel waited until the BMW turned the corner, then he walked up on the porch and knocked on the door to his ex-wife's house. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked his stunned wife when she opened the door.

Arlene, shocked that her ex-husband was there, and frightened by the anger in his voice, backed up. It did no good. Mel followed her, closing the door behind him.

"Well," he pouted, "You gonna fuckin' answer me? What the hell do you think you're doin'?"

"Mel...I" Arlene stammered. She was more scared of him than she'd ever been. She'd seen him angry before, but never like this. "He...he's a man I've been seeing. You and I, we...we're divorced, it...it doesn't matter what..."

"The fuck it doesn't!" Mel retorted. "You think I'm gonna let you screw around, you got another think comin'. You're mine, always was, always will be!"

"Mel!" Arlene gasped. Her eyes filled with tears. "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Mel yelled. "I come by expecting we're gonna get it on and find you fuckin' some rich asshole and you ask me what's wrong? You stupid, fuckin' bitch!" 

"Please, Mel," Arlene said, "please, calm down. We...we can talk about this."

"You fuckin' tramp!" Mel growled, "I've got a score to settle with you!" He shoved Arlene, who almost fell over a chair in the living room.

Arlene let herself sink into the chair. She knew he was going to hurt her, and couldn't see any way to escape.

Mel loomed over his frightened wife. "Well, bitch!" he shouted, "Who the hell was that guy you were just fucking?"

"He...he's a friend," Arlene replied, "a nice man I met at the restaurant a while back."

Her head snapped back and she felt intense pain, then she realized Mel had hit her. "Don't give me that shit!" he roared. "I was outside your fuckin' bedroom window and I heard the two of you talkin' like a couple of fuckin' lovebirds. Sounds to me like the asshole you're screwing is rich as hell. He drives a fuckin' BMW, so he's got a lotta money, right?"

Arlene remained silent. This time Mel hit her with his fist, so hard she was almost knocked out of the chair she was sitting in.

"You gonna fuckin' tell me who he is?" Mel roared, "or am I gonna haveta fix it so the next time Willie-boy sees you, he'll puke?"

Arlene knew Mel meant what he said. "His...his name is...is William...William Atherton," she stammered. "He works in a brokerage down town. Mel...please...please don't hurt me any more."

Mel stood in front of his ex-wife, digesting what she'd told him. Her boyfriend was rich and, judging from what he'd heard, the rich asshole didn't want his folks finding out that he was screwing Arlene. Maybe...

Mel grinned down at Arlene. "I ain't going to hurt you, baby, nope, not at all," he said. His smile broadened. "Tell you what, baby, you give me a blowjob and I'll get out of here." He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

Arlene, confused by how suddenly Mel's anger seemed to have disappeared, decided she'd best do as he asked. She bent forward, took his erect penis in her hand, and opened her mouth. For once she was sure giving a blowjob wasn't going to turn her on.

"Yeah, baby, wrap those lips of yours around me!" Mel groaned, clutching her head. While his ex-wife worked on his cock, he began computing how much it might be worth to William Atherton not to have his parents find out who their snotty rich son is screwing.



The Predator Ch. 14



"What the hell do you expect me to do?" Ray Norris demanded of his wife. "Where the hell am I supposed to go when I get out of the hospital? Jesus, Marion, you sure picked a hell of a fucking time to dump me! I thought a wife was supposed to stand by her husband when he's in trouble."

"Stand by you?" Marion responded. Her husband was acting exactly the way he always did. She wasn't sure why she'd come to the hospital to see him. "I don't believe you, Ray! You have a lot of nerve! Do you think I'm so stupid I don't know what you and that girl you almost killed were doing?"

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," her husband replied. "I had a late business meeting and I was giving her a ride home, is all."

"Ray, I don't believe you!" Marion said, exasperated. "And I don't care any more. I've already talked to a lawyer and he'll be filing divorce papers as soon as he gets them prepared. He's also going to get a restraining order to keep you out of my house."


"Our house," her husband replied. "I..."

"It's my house, Ray," Marion said. "My parents gave us the down payment, remember? And the money I inherited when they died paid off the mortgage. What, exactly, have you put into it?"

Ray lay in the hospital bed, glowering at her.

"I've said all I want to," Marion said. "And I've seen all of you I want to as well. Have a good life, Ray!" She turned and stormed out of the room, brushing by a good-looking man in a three-piece suit as she started down the hall.

The man turned and watched the attractive woman in the pink dress walk away from him, down the corridor. He smiled. "Not bad, not bad at all!" he thought.

Then, forcing the smile from his face, he turned and walked into Ray Norris's hospital room.

"Are you Raymond Norris?" the man asked.

"Yeah, that's me," Ray replied. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Dean Abbott, Mr. Norris," the man said. "I'm with the law firm of Allen, Manekwitz and Yahn. You contacted our firm about representing you on a DUI charge?"

"Yeah, I did," Ray replied. "While you're at it, do you have any good divorce lawyers working for your firm? I'm probably gonna need one of them, too."

"Was that your wife who just left?" Dean asked.

Ray nodded. "Yeah," he said. "The bitch just told me she'd been to a lawyer and is filing for divorce."

"I don't handle divorce litigation, but I'll be happy to have one of the partners who does handle divorce cases give you a call," Dean said. He sat down in a chair next to Ray's bed. "In the meantime, why don't you tell me about this DUI charge?"

Marion was so angry she was shaking when she got to her car. She had to sit for a few minutes and let herself calm down before she felt it was safe for her to drive. Finally, she started her car and drove to the restaurant where she and Len had agreed to meet for lunch.

Since she'd been to the lawyer before going to the hospital, Marion was wearing a pale pink halter dress with a full skirt that wrapped around her lush, lovely body. It was loose, yet displayed her fine form wonderfully. The pink material looked good on her, and the pink kerchief tied in her hair made her look even more beautiful.

Len looked across the table at her and smiled. "You look terrific, today," he said. "That's a really pretty dress."

"You think so?" Marion said and flushed a little.

"You're a knockout," Len said.

"You're prejudiced," Marion replied.

The young black man grinned at her. "You know, that's the first time I've ever been accused of being prejudiced," he said.

"Len...I-I'm sorry," Marion replied, "I..."

"I was just teasing," Len said. His face grew serious. "What happened when you told your husband you were getting a divorce?" he asked.

"He blustered and claimed he hadn't done anything wrong," Marion said, "but I think he knew there wasn't a chance in hell he'd be able to talk me out of it."

"What are you going to do now?" Len asked.

"Tell my lawyer I want to get the divorce over with as fast as possible," Marion replied. She laughed. "You should have seen the look on Ray's face when I told him I was keeping the house."

"You think he'll try to block the divorce in court?" Len asked.

Marion shook her head. "My lawyer says he doesn't have a chance, even if he tries," she told him. "Ray's a fool, but he isn't stupid. A messy divorce would kill his business." She grinned. "If this DUI charge hasn't already done that."

The waiter took their order, brought their food, and they ate. The food was excellent, the waiter attentive and pleasant. Len insisted on paying and left a huge tip.

"How much did you tip him?" Marion asked as they walked out to the car.

Len shrugged. "I don't know," he said, "five bucks, I think."

"My God, Len! That's way more than necessary," Marion said.

Len grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "Hey, I used to wait tables, I know what a tough job it is," he said.

"Why don't you leave your truck here and come home with me?" Marion asked as Len held the door so she could get into her car.

"My truck isn't here," Len said. He smiled. "I was kind of hoping you'd ask me over to your place after lunch. I took a cab down here and left my truck at your place." He walked around and slid into the car on the passenger side.

Marion drove out of the parking lot, turned down Main Street. Before long, they arrived at her house and went inside.

Marion set her purse on the kitchen table and turned to Len. He walked across the kitchen, pulled her into his arms and covered her lips with his.

Marion pressed against him and her tongue forced its way into his mouth. Heat rushed through her as his muscular body pressed against hers. Excitement blossomed as their tongues lashed.

"Come on," Len said when the kiss ended. He led her toward the living room.

Marion accompanied Len, her legs rubbery. She thought they were headed for the bedroom, and was surprised when Len led her to the sofa instead. She wasn't sure what he was up to, and didn't really care, just so long as it ended up with him making love to her. He always made her feel so good and, after her confrontation with Ray, she needed desperately to feel good!

Len sat down on the sofa and pulled Marion onto his lap. Her firm, full bottom pressed against his swollen cock and she squirmed delightfully as he pulled her into another torrid kiss.

Marion felt Len's cock swelling against her bottom and shuddered. That they were making love in the living room was terribly exciting! She groaned, pressed tighter against him, and stabbed her tongue almost all the way down his throat.

Len managed to get the belt around Marion's waist undone and opened her dress. His hands began exploring her hot skin, bringing gasps of delight from her.

At the same time, Marion clutched her young lover's head while her lips and tongue roamed his face.

"Len, we...we shouldn't be doing this here!" Marion murmured.

"Who's going to come in and interrupt us?" Len asked. He slid his hand inside the bodice of her dress, and cupped one of her breasts through her bra.

Marion groaned with delight and squirmed on his lap. That made Len's already-hard cock grow even harder.

With her dress open, it wasn't hard for Len to get Marion's bra-encased breasts exposed, and with a little fumbling, he managed to get the white lacy garment - which fastened in front - open.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Godddddd!!!!" the gorgeous woman groaned when the young man sucked first one of her turgid nipples, then the other. His hands massaged and squeezed the firm mounds gently, adding immeasurably to her passion.

She began stripping his clothes from him and soon they were sprawled naked on the sofa, his hands roaming over her body, hers clutching at his. At that point, she wouldn't have cared if someone had walked in. Even if the whole town showed up in her living room, there was no way she was going to stop!

"You like it when I do this, don't you?" Len said. He shoved two fingers into Marion's soaking wet vagina and began caressing her clit with his thumb.

"Yessssss!!! Yesssss!!! Oh, Lennnnnn!!! Yesssss!!!!" she cried, her body writhing. "Please! I-I need you!!! Take meeeee!!!" She wanted him more than she ever had!

Len managed to shift position so he was lying behind her and was able to insert his cock into her warm, snug opening. He'd never tried this position before. As their loving continued, he was delighted to find the position allowed him to suck Marion's breasts while he plunged his erection into her.

"Oh, Len!!! You always make me feel so wonderful!!!" Marion crooned as the young man's swollen shaft pistoned steadily in and out of her. The fact that he was licking her nipples at the same time made her even crazier! "You...you...Oh, God!!!" she groaned. She was so overwhelmed with passion she was barely able to speak.

Len was enjoying the effect his lovemaking was having on Marion. She shook every time he slammed into her and kept moaning and gurgling with delight.

"Can't waitttttt!!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Len!!! Oh, Len!!! I can't waitttt!!!" Marion groaned. Her body stiffened, then she began to tremble. "Gaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!! I-I-I'm comming!!!" she screamed, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Even though the lovely woman impaled on his cock was going wild, Len didn't come. Steadily, inexorably, his cock continued to slide in and out of her lust-slick opening.

"Len...you...you didn't come!" Marion exclaimed after her peak passed and her excitement had begun to wane a bit. She wasn't sure how she knew Len hadn't come, but she did, and it scared her. "What..."

Len pulled out of her, rolled her onto her back, laid on top of her, and jabbed his cock back into her. Marion's body rose to meet his onslaught. "Yesss!!! Oh, God, Len!!! Don't stop!!! Don't ever stop!!!" she cried, her hands clasping his ass, pulling his sable body against hers. He was a wild fucking machine and she hoped he'd never stop! Never!

Looking down into Marion's flushed, passion-inflamed face took Len to the point where his control was fast fading. She looked so beautiful, so needy, and her body was moving against his so urgently!

"Gonna come!!!" he cried, feeling his insides begin to unleash, knowing his explosion was near. "Oh, God!!!! I'm gonna commmmmmmmeeeeee!!!! Yeeeeeeahhhhhhhh!!!!!" His insides uncoiled and he spewed gusher after gusher of hot, sticky cream into Marion.

When Len's juices gushed into her, Marion's body went into new paroxysms of joy. "Yesssssss!!! Oh, Len, yesssssss!!! Take meeeeeeee!!! Take meeeeee!!!" she cried, pulling at him, her body trembling once more with ecstasy. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!! More!!! More!!! Oh, Goddddddddd!!! Oh, Goddddddddd!!!!!!" Her body arched against his and her tight sleeve rippled, milking every last bit of pleasure possible out of their joining.

"Wow!" Len said breathlessly after their passion had ebbed and they lay wrapped in each other's arms on the sofa. "That was really intense!"

Marion kissed him. "God, Len, you are fantastic!" she exclaimed. "I had no idea it was possible to feel as good as I do every time we make love!"

"I'm glad," Len said, "I want to be good for you."

"Oh, God, darling! Are you ever!" Marion exclaimed and kissed him again.

"There's a small problem," Len said.

"What's that, love?" Marion asked.

"I have to be at work in a half-hour," Len said. "I'll be late if I don't get going."

"I know," Marion said, running her hand over his bare chest, noting the contrast between her pale skin and his darker hue, and realizing she didn't care about their racial differences, or about their age difference, either.

Len was tempted to call in sick, but knew he couldn't. One of the other paramedics was on vacation. "I-I'd love to stay and play some more," he said, "but I really can't."

"Well, then," Marion gave him a warm smile. "I guess I'll have to wait until you get off duty in the morning and you come back to me, won't I?"

Len stood up and smiled. "I like the sound of that," he said. "I like it a lot." 



The Predator Ch. 15



"Mr. Atherton, there is a...a man out here who says he has to see you," William's secretary told him over the intercom the first thing the morning after he'd spent the afternoon with Arlene. "He said to tell you Arlene Ott gave him your name."

William heard the distaste in his secretary's voice and knew the man outside wasn't anyone he knew. But the fact that the man knew Arlene's name worried him. He had to find out who the man was, and how he was connected with Arlene. "Send him in, Selma," he said. "I-I'll see him."

"If that's what you want, Mr. Atherton," the secretary said.

Mel Ott walked into William P. Atherton's posh office wearing a smug grin and plunked down in a chair in front of William's desk.

"Thanks for seein' me, Willie," Mel said, leering at William. "You showed real good judgment by talkin' to me."

William looked at the grubby, fat man sitting across his desk and wondered how Arlene was connected to him. "Who are you, sir?" he asked. "And what connection do you have with Mrs. Ott?"

"Arlene's my old lady," Mel replied. "Ex-old lady, actually."

William was shocked by the man's answer. He knew Arlene had been married, but she never talked about her husband, except to say that marrying him was the worst mistake she'd ever made. Now that he'd seen the man, William knew what she meant.

He did wonder, though, as he looked at the man sitting in front of his desk, how Arlene could have ever gotten married to him. He also wondered if she were somehow involved in whatever it was her ex-husband was here for.

"What, exactly, did you want to discuss with me, Mr. Ott?" he asked.

"Money," Mel replied. "Lots of money."

"I see," William said. "You are looking for investment advice, is that it?"

Mel shook his head. "Nah, I ain't lookin' for investment advice," he said. "I'm givin' it."

"I'm not sure I understand," William said.

"Come on!" Mel said. "How the fuck stupid, are you, Willie-boy? You're goin' to invest some money in me."

"I am?" William replied. "Why on earth would I want to do something like that?"

"Jesus!" Mel exclaimed. "How the fuck did someone as stupid as you are get to be rich? Probably inherited your dough, right?"

"I'm not sure that's any of your business, Mr. Ott," William said. He stood up. "I'm not sure there's anything for us to talk about. Please leave, Mr. Ott. Now."

Mel smiled and shook his head. "Not yet," he said. "I ain't about to leave. First I want you to tell me something, Willie-boy. How much is it worth to you for your folks to not find out you're screwing a divorced waitress?" He paused and watched a look of shock form on William's face. "And if your old man might finds out you been skipping work to fuck around in the afternoon, whadda ya think he'd do? He'd probably send ya back to the fuckin' mail room, wouldn't he?"

William, trembling, sank back into his chair. Had Arlene conspired with her ex-husband to set him up for blackmail? He couldn't believe she'd do something like that to him, but the man was here. And he had mentioned Arlene's name.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Ott," he said softly, his voice quavering.

"Yeah you do, Willie-boy," Mel said. He was sure he had Atherton on the run now. The rich idiot was going to pay. The only question was, how much?

"You...you want me to pay you so you won't tell my parents that I'm having a...a relationship with your ex-wife, is that it?" William asked.

"Damn!" Mel exclaimed, smiling. "See, Willie-boy, I knew you wasn't stupid. You got it and I only had to tell you once."

"How...how much do you want?" William asked.

"How much is it worth to you?" Mel asked.

"Would...would a thousand dollars be sufficient?" William stammered.

"No, a fucking thousand ain't suffishint!" Mel said. "Come on, Willie, we're talking about protecting your dirty little secret here. We're talking about your fuckin' miserable life, Willie-boy. How much is the fuckin' fancy life you live worth to you?"

"Ten thousand?" William asked.

Mel smiled. "Better, much better," he said. "A damn good start, in fact."

"I-I can give you a check," William said. "I-I don't have immediate access to that much cash."

"Give me a break!" Mel retorted. "Just how dumb do you figure I am? You know as well as I do you'll stop payment and the fuckin' check won't be worth the paper it's written on. I want cash, Willie, small bills."

"It...it will take me a couple of days to get that much cash," William said.

Mel stood up. "No problem," he said agreeably. "I'll call you in a couple of days and set up another meet." He turned and started for the door.

William had to know if Arlene was involved in this. "Mr. Ott...I-I have to know something," he said.

Mel stopped with his hand on the door handle and turned. "What, Willie?" he asked.

"Is...is Arlene...is she...is she involved in this with you?" William asked. "Did...did she...did she put you...up to...to this?"

Mel snickered. "That stupid fuckin' bitch?" he exclaimed. "Nah, she ain't involved. The dumb cunt tried protecting you. She didn't want to give me your name. I hadda slap her around some to find out about you. This is me and you, Willie-boy, she ain't got no part of it." He started to open the door then he turned back to Atherton again. "And Willie, you ain't gonna see Arlene no more, are you? I don't want you seein' her no more, you unnerstand?"

"Y-yes, I understand," William said. He watched the crude man walk out of his office, and jumped when the door closed behind him.

"What am I going to do?" William wondered. For the first time in his life, he faced a problem his father couldn't help him solve. In fact, he had to find a solution without his father ever finding out the problem existed. It wasn't the money. Ten thousand dollars was nothing to him. But he knew, as sure as he was sitting there, that if he paid Mel Ott anything, the man's demands would never stop.

Then another even more frightening thought occurred to him. "Arlene!" he exclaimed out loud. "My God!" He picked up his phone and dialed her number.

"Hello," Arlene said.

"Arlene, this is William, are you all right?" he asked. He was relieved to find that she sounded all right.

"I-I'm fine, William," she said. "What's wrong? Your voice sounds funny."

"Your ex-husband was just here," William said.

"My God!" Arlene exclaimed. "What...what did he want?"

"Money," William said.

"William, I'm sorry," Arlene said, "I..."

"Don't apologize. He told me you didn't know anything about it," William assured her. "He also told me he'd beaten you. Arlene, are...are you really all right?"

"I-I'm fine," Arlene said. She was more ashamed now than she'd ever been. Why was Mel doing this to her, and to William? "What...what are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure," William replied. "But I don't think it would be wise to pay him."

"William, please be careful! Think about what you're doing," Arlene said, sobbing. "Mel, he...he's a cruel, evil man. You...you can't imagine..."

"I've seen what kind of man he is," William told her. "And I do plan to be careful. Is...is there anything I can do for you?"

"I-I don't know," Arlene replied. "He...you really can't imagine what he's like...I..."

"He told me I wasn't to see you any more," William told her. "How do you feel about that? Do you want me to stop seeing you?"

"If I were you, I'd do what he says," Arlene replied.

"Arlene, do you want me to stop seeing you?" William asked.

"N-no," Arlene said softly, "I-I don't, but..."

"Then that's settled," William said. It surprised him that he found himself far more concerned with Arlene than he was for himself. That was a new experience for him, and at first it confused him. Then, as he talked with her, a plan began to form in his mind.

"I think I know what I need to do," he told her. "In fact, I think I know how I can make sure we're both safe."

"How? What are you going to do?" Arlene asked.

"I have to go, Arlene," William told her. "I'll call you later today. Pack some things, enough for several days."

"William, what are you going to do?" Arlene asked.

"Pack some things," he said. "I'll call you as soon as I take care of some other matters."

"O-OK," Arlene said.

"Arlene..." William hesitated.

"What, William?" Arlene asked.

"I-I-I love you, Arlene," William said. He never dreamed he'd ever say that to her, but the fear he felt when he thought she'd been hurt told him that what he felt for her was much more than what a man would feel for a casual sex partner. The possibility of losing her had frightened him.

"I...Oh, God!...I love you, too," Arlen replied. "Please, William, be careful!"

William put the phone down, shaken. He hadn't planned to tell Arlene that he loved her. Now that he'd told her that, he...this wasn't getting any easier, that was for sure.

An hour later, Alex Martin walked into William's office. "The Chief said you wanted to see me, Mr. Atherton." Alex said. He remembered Atherton from the fund-raiser. If he remembered correctly, he'd been Jennifer's escort. "The Chief said something about you being blackmailed."

"Yes, I am," William said.

Alex sat down. "Tell me the whole story," he said. "Leave nothing out."

William did, beginning with the first time he and Arlene met and ending with Mel Ott's appearance in his office that morning. He also explained his plan to get Arlene, and himself, away to a safe place until Ott could be arrested.

"You could be taking a chance, Mr. Atherton," Alex said. "It sounds like this Ott guy isn't a very nice person. He might try to harm you. And there's no way I can guarantee you this won't make the papers if we do arrest him."

"I don't care," William said. "He hurt Arlene. I can't allow that. I won't allow that. If I don't do something to stop him, I won't be able to live with myself. I know you probably think I'm spoiled and pampered and have had everything handed to me on a silver platter..." He paused and thought a minute then he continued. "...and if you do think that, you're right. I'm not sure what will happen when my parents learn of my relationship with Arlene, and to be honest with you, right now, as Rhett Butler said, 'Frankly, I don't give a damn!'"

Alex's opinion of Atherton took a large positive leap while the man spoke. He stood up. "We'll take Ott out of circulation, Mr. Atherton, I promise you that," he said. "And as far as my opinion of you goes, Mr. Atherton, I'd say you're pretty much of a man. I like you Mr. Atherton I like you a lot. If your father isn't proud of you, he's a damn fool." He extended his hand. "It's been a pleasure meeting you."

William, blushing, stood up and shook hands with the detective. "Thank you," he said. "Thank you very much." He remembered something. "You know, I almost think I remember seeing this Ott man at Jennifer McIntyre's farm. I think she may have employed him as a hired hand or something."

Alex nodded. "I'll check on that," he said. "Leave a number where I can reach you with your secretary. In case."

"I will," William said.

Alex smiled. "This will come out OK, I think, Mr. Atherton," he said. "I'll be in touch." He turned and walked out of the office.

William sat down behind the desk. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, then he picked up the phone and dialed Arlene's number.

"Hello?" she said.

"Did you pack your things?" William asked her.

"I...yes, I did," she replied. "William, what are you doing?"

"I'll be by to pick you up in about an hour," he said. "Be ready to go when I get there."

"William, what are you doing?" Arlene asked.

"I'll be there in an hour," William said. "And I'll tell you then. I have some things I have to do first. I love you."

"I love you, too, but..." Arlene said.

William's parents were in Europe. He knew he should call his father, but if he did, that would only make things worse. The staff could take care of things while he was gone, and would have a number to reach him if they had to. He would tell his parents what happened when they got back. That was soon enough to have to deal with their reaction.

Next he told his secretary he would be gone for at least a week and left a phone number where he could be reached. Then he went down to the garage, got in his car, and headed for Arlene's house. It was possible his life would never be the same after today, but despite that, William felt better than he ever had. 



The Predator Ch. 16



Alex left Atherton's office, stopped at a pay phone in the lobby of the building where the offices were, and asked his people to run a record check on Mel Ott.

The detective division administrative assistant ran the check using the department's new computerized files, and told Alex that Mel had a long list of traffic violations, including several drunk driving arrests, and more than his share of misdemeanors, but no history of felonies. It also listed an address.

"Interesting," Alex thought as he drove toward Ott's last known address in his unmarked car. "Mr. Ott appears to be moving up in criminal circles. He's not getting any smarter, though. He should have been more careful in his choice of victims."

He had asked to have backup units meet him at Ott's listed address. He saw a marked patrol car and second detective unit waiting outside the run-down apartment building when he turned the corner onto the street.

Alex held a brief conference with the other officers to let them know what they were there for. He sent the uniformed officers around to the rear of the house to cover that possible route of escape. Sergeant Martha Draper, a veteran detective and Sergeant Tim Jackman, a decorated young street cop who had recently been promoted to the detective division; went into the building with Alex.

The apartment listed as the one Ott was supposed to be living in was empty. A short, squat, dirty woman with gray hair appeared from one of the downstairs apartments when the disappointed officers descended the rickety stairs to the first floor.

"Who you cops looking for this time?" the old lady cackled.

"Mel Ott," Alex told her. "He still live here?"

The woman took a can of snuff out of the apron she was wearing over her faded blue housedress, opened it, took out a pinch of snuff, and stuffed it behind her lip. She moved it around until she seemed to find a comfortable spot for it, then she looked at Alex and shook her head actively. "Hell no!" she said. "That free-loading bastard skipped out on me a week ago. Son-of-a-bitch owed me five month's rent." She spit some brown juice out on the floor of the hallway.

"Do you know where he went?" Tim Jackman asked.

The woman shook her head. "Ain't got no idea," she said. "If I did, I'd be there, taking my rent out of his worthless hide."

"Yes, ma'am," Alex said. He stifled a sudden urge to grin. Mel Ott, who seemed to think he was tough, had stiffed his landlady, who really was tough. If Mel had any brains, he'd stay away from this woman.

"I guess you guys can head out," Alex told the other officers. "Looks like we missed our boy by a couple of weeks."

"Is there anything I can do to help, Captain?" Tim asked.

"I guess not, Tim," Alex said. "I've got a couple other leads to check out." He smiled at the eager young officer. "One of these days you're going to learn not to volunteer, Tim," he said. "You can't imagine what kind of trouble you can get yourself into by volunteering."

"Come on, partner, let's get back to the office before we actually wind up having to do something," Martha Draper said. "We got to finish our reports on those burglaries."

"Yeah, OK," Tim said. The young detective looked and sounded disappointed.

Alex headed for Jennifer's house. Maybe she would have some helpful information on Mel Ott. He knew she probably didn't, but it was a good excuse to see her again.

"I'm sorry, Alex, I'm not sure there's much I can tell you about Mel Ott," Jennifer said as she and Alex walked toward her office. "Other than that he was shiftless, lazy, and surly. I made a big mistake hiring him in the first place."

She had shown Alex around the house and farm, and while she did, he explained why he was there, without letting her know William Atherton was involved.

"I probably have his address and social security number," she added, "but I really don't know much else about him. To be honest with you, I'm not sure why I ever hired him."

"I'll look at what you have," Alex told her, "Dick Tracey's Crimestopper tip number 605: You never know, so you should always look."

Jennifer gave him a puzzled look. "That's not true, is it?" she asked. "I mean, you don't really have that memorized from the cartoons."

Alex kept a straight face, "Of course it is," he said. Then he smiled broadly and shook his head. "I just made it up."

Jennifer wasn't able to give Alex any more information than he already had, but that didn't bother him. He was happy to be able to spend time with her.

"I'm really sorry I couldn't be of more help," Jennifer said as they walked back down the hall from her office. "It's a shame you drove all the way out here for nothing. Could I at least offer you a cup of coffee?"

"A cup of coffee would be nice," Alex said. He had been wondering what kind of excuse he could come up with to put off leaving. Jennifer's offer of coffee put off the need to leave, at least for a little while.

They went to the kitchen and Jennifer poured each of them a cup of coffee. Then they sat down at the table in an airy breakfast nook off her kitchen.

"What is this investigation you're doing all about? What did Mel do?" Jennifer asked. "It must be pretty serious if a Captain is conducting the investigation."

Alex shrugged. "I'm sorry, Jennifer, I really can't tell you much about it," he said. "I can tell you that it does involve a fairly serious crime, however."

Jennifer blushed. "Of course you can't tell me," she said. "I'm sorry I asked you. And I'm sorry I didn't have more information for you."

Alex smiled. "No problem," he said. "Besides, the fact that Mel Ott used to work for you gave me a chance to come out here, see your place, and have coffee with you, so..." He shrugged and felt his face getting hot.

When she saw that Alex was blushing, Jennifer felt herself blushing, too. "Oh," she said softly.

Alex emptied his coffee cup, set it on the table, and stood up. "Well, I guess I better get going," he said and started for the door.

Jennifer watched Alex walking away from her and realized she didn't want him to leave yet. She wanted to talk some more, to get to know him better. She wasn't sure how he felt, but she knew what she wanted. "Alex..." she said softly.

He turned. "Yes?"

"Don't go...not yet," she said. "Please." Her heart was pounding wildly as she stood up and walked to where he stood. "I-I..." she stammered. She moved even closer to him. Then she felt his arms wrap around her. She put her arms around him and hugged him, feeling his hard body against hers. It was a totally pleasant sensation, one she wanted more of. "I-I don't want you to think..." she began, pressing her face into his chest. As she did, she could hear his heart pounding.

Although he very much wanted this to happen, Alex had never expected it to happen today. "Jen...Jennifer...do...do you know what kind of effect you're having on me?" he asked softly.

"I-I think I-I do..." Jennifer replied softly. She looked up at him and the next thing she knew, his lips were covering hers. For the first time in a long time, she felt fires of passion bursting to life deep inside her. She hadn't felt like this in such a long, long time and it really felt wonderful.

When the kiss finally ended, they leaned back and looked at each other.

"What...what's happening to...to us?" Jennifer whispered.

"I don't know," Alex said, "but I like it. I like it a lot." He swept her up in his powerful arms and started toward the stairway that he knew led up to the bedroom she'd shown him a short while earlier.

Jennifer let her head lay on Alex's shoulder as he carried her up the stairs. She knew exactly what was going to happen and, although it was totally unlike her, she loved it. She had never felt this wonderfully out of control in her life.

Alex, his chest tight, his heart pounding, carried Jennifer into the master bedroom and laid her on the bed.

"I-I want you, Alex!" Jennifer whispered urgently. It was the first time she said that to a man she cared about in a long while. In reality, no man, not even Tommy Singleton, had made her feel quite as wild as Alex was, and all he'd done was kiss her.

"I want you, too, Jennifer," Alex replied. He sat down next to her on the bed and began unbuttoning her blouse. Once it was open, he spread it apart and began kissing and caressing her chest. His hand undid the front clasp of her bra and her beautiful breasts were bared to his view and touch.

"God, Jennifer, you're so beautiful!" Alex exclaimed, then he lowered his face and lips to the lovely globes and began kissing them softly, sending shockwaves of delight into Jennifer.

 Jennifer found Alex's touch lighter, softer, and more arousing than she imagined it would be. When he began to suckle one of her nipples, she feared she would come just from having her breasts and nipples kissed. Alex's caresses were so incredibly delightful!

"Ohhhhh!!! God!!! Alex!!!" she moaned, her body twisting and turning insistently. "That's lovely!!! That's so incredibly lovely!!!" His lips traveled to her other nipple and thrills continued to ripple through her.

Slowly, tantalizing Jennifer, Alex's lips moved down onto her nearly-flat belly. He opened her jeans and slid them down her hips. Jennifer arched her back to make it easy for him to get her jeans off.

"Oh, Alex, darling!" she crooned, "You're making me feel so incredibly good!"

She was nude now, and her body was quaking with need. Alex's caresses and kisses were softer and gentler than any she'd ever experienced. She couldn't recall ever being this turned on!

"Take me!! Oh, Alex, please take me!" she moaned.

Alex, like his partner, was on fire with need. He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted a woman as desperately as he wanted Jennifer. He stood up, stripped his clothes off, then he laid on top of her. As he did, the tip of his erection slid through the yearning, well-lubricated lips of her vagina and, slowly, his huge, broad shaft sank into Jennifer.

Exhilaration swept through Jennifer when Alex's shaft filled her. "Yessssss!!! Oh, yessssss!!!" she moaned. "Oh, God, Alex!!! I need you so badly!!!"

Alex couldn't hold off his orgasm as long as he would have liked. The minute he entered Jennifer, his hips began moving rapidly, driving his penis into her. He was very concerned about being good for her and was a bit fearful he might come too soon.

He needn't have worried. Jennifer was so excited she almost exploded when the tip of his erection touched her vagina. His powerful thrusts quickly sent her whirling into delight. "Alex!!! Alex!!! Never, never like this!!! Never!!! Neverrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she cried as she plunged into what felt like a bottomless abyss of joy.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Jennifer!!!" Alex groaned. Years of denial vanished with the geyser of hot fluids that erupted into her. He ground his body against hers and she pressed back, their hips generating incredibly delightful friction. At last their passion waned and Alex collapsed next to Jennifer on the bed.

Jennifer rolled on her side and looked at Alex. "This...this might sound crazy and impulsive," she said, "but I feel as if I'm falling in love with you." She kissed him softly.

"No more crazy than my being in love with you would be," Alex replied.

Jennifer was a bit surprised by his admission, but that didn't keep it from being the best news she'd heard in a long time. "Alex, do...do you really mean that?" she asked, her heart pounding.

"Yes," Alex answered. "I think I started falling in love with you the minute I saw you that night at the Cartwright Foundation fund-raiser. Then, when you came over to my place the other day, I didn't want you to leave. I kept trying to tell myself I was being stupid, and maybe I am, but I don't care. I love you."

Jennifer slid partially atop him, hugged him, and kissed him. She felt warm, safe, and for the first time in a long time, loved.

"Do...do you have to go back to work?" she asked.

Alex smiled and shook his head. "I'm the boss, remember?" he said. "And I am out working on a case."

"Oh, yes," Jennifer said, smiling. She hugged him. "Then you could you stay for dinner?"

Alex nodded.

"And...and..." she said softly, "...breakfast?"

Alex nodded again.



The Predator Ch. 17



When William arrived at Arlene's house, he found her looking puzzled and a bit concerned. She was dressed and ready to go and had two suitcases sitting just inside the door, too.

"You look radiant, Arlene," William said. He picked up her suitcases and started for the car. "I think I better get these in the car."

Arlene blushed at William's compliment. "Th...thank you, William," she said as she followed him outside.

William put the bags in the car's trunk, then he closed it and turned to Arlene. "Are you ready to leave?" he asked.

"I-I guess so," Arlene replied. "But...but William, where...where are we going? And why?"

"I'm taking you someplace where you will be safe," William told her.

He held the car door open and Arlene slid in. He went around, got in the car on the driver's side. He started the engine and drove away from Arlene's house.

As they rolled down the street, Arlene looked across the front seat at William. "What do you mean we'll be safe? William, what are you talking about? Where are we going?" she asked.

"I'm taking you to my family's lodge in the mountains," William replied, "Your ex-husband won't be able to find you there."

"Why...why would I be in danger from my ex-husband?" she asked. "William, what's going on?"

"I reported what he tried to do to the police," William told her. "The officer I spoke to suggested that it might be good if I took measures to ensure your safety until the matter is resolved."

Arlene's eyes widened and she went pale. "You did what?" she asked, shocked.

"I reported his blackmail attempt to the police," William said. "I couldn't do anything else. You have to understand, Arlene, I didn't do it because I was trying to protect myself. I simply could not allow him to continue harming you. That's why I'm taking you away for a time. I want you to be safe until the police apprehend him."

"But William, we can't hide forever," Arlene exclaimed, "And when we come back, Mel, he..."

"He won't be around when we come back," he replied. "The police officer I spoke to seemed quite sure your ex-husband would be in jail before too long. And that he would be staying in jail for a considerable length of time."

Arlene tried to comprehend what William was saying. As she did, another thought occurred to her. "But what about...about your parents?" she asked. "If there's a trial, they'll find out about you and me and..."

William looked over at her and smiled. "I no longer care whether my parents find out about us, Arlene," William replied. "I think it's about time I start acting like an adult, with a mind of my own. I love you, Arlene. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. I intend to spend the rest of my life with you, so I would have had to tell them about you sooner or later."

When the true meaning of what William said sank in, Arlene was almost overcome with emotion. "Oh, William," she said. Tears filled her eyes and she laid her hand lightly on his arm.

"Meanwhile, while we're at the lodge, we can spend time some together and enjoy ourselves," William said. "For the next week or so, we can sleep late, hike, go swimming, and go fishing."

"Swimming?" Arlene said. "I-I can't go swimming."

"Why not?" William asked. "Can't you swim?"

"That's not it," Arlene said. "I-I didn't bring a swimming suit."

William smiled at her and winked. "You don't need a suit," he said. "The lodge is in a very isolated area."

"Oh," Arlene replied.

Both of them were quiet for a while as they continued. Arlene found herself relaxing as Jamestown - and Mel Ott - fell farther and farther behind them.

"I'm glad you called the police, William," she said after a while. "I'm glad you did something to stop Mel."

"I should have beaten him silly!" William said. "The man deserves to be thrashed within an inch of his life!" He glanced over at Arlene. "He is never, ever, going to threaten you again. I wish I-I wish I had courage enough..."

Arlene laid her hand on his arm. "I-I'm glad you didn't try that, William," she said. "Mel's a bully. You aren't like him. I...that's why I love you."

Two hours later William drove through a small rural town. A few miles past the town, he turned onto a dirt road and continued to the end of it. There, a long distance from any other habitation, sat the Atherton lodge.

Arlene, stunned, looked around at the building in front of the car. "William, this is gorgeous!" she said when they got out of the car.

William took her hand and they walked around to the back of the lodge. She saw the lovely little lake that lay at the bottom of a gentle slope in front of the cabin. It was beautiful, an idyllic setting.

"There it is," William said. "We own all of the land around the lake, several hundred acres, so we have all the privacy we'll need."

They carried all of their things inside. Arlene was as impressed by the interior of the building as she was by the outside. The two-story house William called a "lodge," was made of real logs. It was looked rustic, but it was quite luxurious. The large kitchen was filled with modern appliances and the furniture in the living room looked expensive, but comfortable.

"I think we'll be able to manage for a week or two, don't you?" William said. "We have all the comforts of home. Why don't we get settled in? The bedroom's upstairs on the left. If you want, you can go up and put your things away. I'll put the food in the refrigerator while you do that."

Arlene headed up stairs to the bedroom. She discovered it was every bit as sumptuous as the downstairs was. After she finished unpacking, she had an idea. She took off her clothes and laid down on the bed.

"William, can you come up here for a minute?" she called.

"I'll be right up," he replied.

Arlene lay on the bed, nude, filled with anticipation. She heard William's footsteps as he came up the stairs, then he was standing in the bedroom doorway. His eyes widened when he saw Arlene.

"My God!" William said reverently as he gazed at the lovely nude woman lying on the bed. His heart pounding, he walked stiff-legged across the bedroom, toward the bed. His eyes roamed over Arlene's lovely bare body and he swallowed hard. His mouth opened and he licked his lips.

"Do you like what you see, William?" Arlene asked.

"God! Yes!" William whispered, his heart thudding. He felt as if he might never be able to breathe properly again. Before him, on the bed, was the most extraordinarily lovely sight he'd ever seen.

"Let's get your clothes off, too," Arlene said. She rose from the bed and stood next to William, whose breath continued to rasp through lust-constricted breathing passages as his chest moved in and out.

Arlene began to remove her lover's clothes. His shirt came off first, then his T-shirt. Next came his slacks, and underwear. Then she had him sit down and took off his shoes and socks. She really liked doing this, being William's willing love-slave.

Arlene turned and hefted William's erecting cock in her hand. "This is magnificent, William!" she murmured. While she continued to hold his cock in one hand, she began sliding the other hand over his body. She felt him tremble and heard the sharp intake of his breath.

William was totally overwhelmed by what Arlene's actions. He loved having her remove his clothes, and her caresses were evoking wonderful responses. All he could do was groan, gasp, and twitch as her soft hands stole over him. It felt almost as if she was touching him everywhere at the same time. Thrills coursed through him, raising his desire for her to a level he'd never known before.

Arlene kissed William's chest, her lips tickling and rousing him as they moved through the mass of curly hair that grew there. She began sucking on his nipples and each little nub grew erect in her mouth. While her lips worked on William's chest, her hand continued to toy with his erection. She felt stickiness spreading as pre-cum oozed from the tip.

William was totally overwhelmed. He'd never been this turned on! Never! He was on fire with desire!

Arlene's oral caresses moved downward over William's body, and she grew more and more excited as she experienced the warmth of his skin against her lips and fingers. What she was doing to William turned her on almost as much as it seemed to be turning him on! His belly rippled as her lips and fingers moved across it. What she really wanted, though, was his swollen penis. She wanted it in her mouth, so she could taste it.

"Arlene!!!...Oh, Goddd!! You're making me...Ohhhhh!!!...crazy!!!" William groaned as Arlene continued to give him thrill after thrill. "I...Ohhhh!!! I-I...can't stand ittttttt!!!!"

Arlene's lips continued their downward journey. She began kissing the area around William's groin while her hand continued to move up and down on his tumescent spear. His penis was so swollen she had a hard time getting her hand all the way around it. Heat emanated from it and veins bulged from the surface.

"Arlene!!! Ohhhhhh!!! Godddddd!!!!" William wailed, "That feels so goooddddddd!!!"

Arlene had both hands wrapped around William's pole, and was sliding them up and down on it. Then she bent her head and lowered her mouth over the flaring, purple tip. She wanted desperately to make him feel as good as she possibly could.

When Arlene's lips touched William's swollen penis, she heard him groan passionately. She wanted him in her mouth! She wanted him to come there, to taste his seed! Her lips slid down over the straining shaft slowly. Inch after inch of the sensitized pole disappeared into her mouth.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Oh, God, Arlene that feels gooodddd!!!" William groaned. Wild tremors of lust and need caused his body to quake.

William's hips rocked and thrust, and Arlene hung on for dear life, her mouth and hands moving lightly, lovingly, on him.

"Arlene!!! Oh, Godddddd!!!" William bawled, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Tooo goooooddddd!!!!" His hips continued to rock insistently.

The desperation in William's voice incited Arlene to still greater heights of creativity. One of her soft hands slid up and down his thighs while the other continued to stroke his erection. Her lips and tongue continued to caress his huge, throbbing pole.

When she grabbed his balls and rolled them gently in her hand, William groaned even louder. Arlene knew he was very, very close to coming and continued working on him. When she sensed he was on the edge of explosion, she backed off and let him cool down, stroking his legs soothingly. Then she resumed caressing his highly sensitive areas.

William had never experienced anything like this! He was a helpless, quivering mass of lust, with no thought in his mind save release, while Arlene kept teasing and rousing him to ever-higher levels of need. "Please!!! Please!!! Arlene, please!!!" he begged, "Oh, God, darling!!! Please!!! I need to come!!! I have to come!!! Please!!!"

Arlene knew she couldn't keep William at such a high level of arousal much longer. It was more and more difficult to calm him, and his cries of joy told her his need was very urgent. She didn't want him to come in her mouth, not this time! She wanted to share passion with him!

She let his erection slide out of her mouth and slid her body up on top of his. The shaft of his swollen penis rubbed against her belly as she settled herself on him. Her knees clamped against the muscles of his sides and her buttocks rested on his trembling thighs.

After enjoying how delightful it felt to be laying on top of William for a few seconds, she raised her hips, wrapped a slim hand around his erection and began sliding the tip between the lips of her sopping-wet vagina. She shuddered when contact with the tip of his shaft sent thrills rippling through her. Then, slowly, she began lowering herself onto his majestic shaft. The sensations that rushed through her as she did were unbelievable!

"Ahhhhhhh!!! Arlene!!! Oh, Godddd!!! Oh, Godddd!!!" William bawled, "That feels so good!! Yessssss!!!!" He was overcome by the sweetness and intensity of the feelings their joining caused, and desperately fought for control. He didn't want to explode suddenly, like some over-sexed schoolboy, but she had him so excited his control was nearly gone.

Arlene felt William's pubic bone pressing against hers. His hard wand was jammed as far into her it could go! And it felt fabulous! She began moving her hips slowly and felt his erection lashing around inside her, rubbing the walls of her vagina, driving her, too, toward release. She felt his hips rise off the bed, driving his engorged wand even deeper into her.

William's hands clamped on her hips, pulling her tighter against him. His face was a mask of lust, flushed bright red, beaded with sweat. The veins on his neck stood out and his neck muscles tightened as passion continued to build within him.

"I have to come!!!" he moaned, "Oh, God!!! Arlene!!! I have to come!!!" His thrusts became more fervent, and his fingers dug into her tender flesh. "Commmminnnnggggggg!!!! Oh, God, Arlene!!! I'm commmminnnngggggg!!!!!" he screamed as hot fluids pumped from him and jetted into Arlene.

William's explosion triggered Arlene's and she, too, began quivering as her orgasm was unleashed. "Yessssssss!!! Oh, darling, yessssssss!!!!" she mewled, "Take me!!! Fill me!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Shaking and writhing, the two lovers shared a wild time of ecstasy. A sheen of perspiration formed on their bodies, which continued to struggle as bliss ripped through them. Although the passionate coupling seemed as if it would continue forever, it did finally end and they lay still on the bed.

Arlene was still lying on top of William, whose arms were locked around her. She kissed him and felt his hand sliding over her back.

"Oh, God, William, I've never, ever felt like this before!" she marveled.

"I haven't, either," William replied. He was drained and totally satisfied. He loved Arlene and didn't want to lose her. What surprised him most of all was the realization that he really didn't care what his parents thought. If they disowned him, so be it. He wasn't sure what it would be like living without his family's support, but he was willing to try. If he had Arlene in his life he didn't need his parents. With Arlene, he'd be happy, and that was enough.

Arlene lay on William and felt his erection soften, then slide from her. It tickled delightfully as it left her body. His juices seeped from her and ran down between them. Every time she and William made love, she wound up satisfied. Not only that, but she didn't feel dirty afterward, she felt wonderful! This was the way she wanted her life to be always!

"I-I love you, William," she whispered.

"I love you, too, Arlene," he replied, his arms tightening around her, squeezing her. Then, holding her against him, he rolled on his side and smiled. "Want to go for a swim?" he asked. "I'm all sticky. If we go swimming, we can get cleaned up and have fun at the same time." He had a hard time believing that he was actually suggesting going skinny-dipping, but that's what he was doing. Before he met Arlene, he'd never even considered such a thing!

"I-I guess so," Arlene replied. She still was a bit leery about going outdoors naked. She found it hard to believe that William, who had always seemed so concerned about propriety, was suggesting that they go skinny-dipping. The more she thought about it, the more she found the idea exciting.

Hand-in-hand, as nude as they day they were born, the lovers left the cabin, walked across the lawn and onto a neat wooden dock that jutted from the shore into the lake's sparkling blue water.

When they walked onto the dock, William scooped Arlene into his arms. Startled by her lover's sudden action, Arlene quickly realized what he intended to do. "William! Don't!" she giggled.

"Don't what?" he asked innocently.

"Put me down!" Arlene said.

"Oh, OK," William said. "I'll put you down." He turned and dropped Arlene into the water then he dove in, and swam under water, until he came up behind her.

Arlene surfaced, sputtering, and looking around for William, wondering where he'd gone. "You nut!" she laughed when he put his arms around her from behind and hefted her breasts. His loins pressed against her bottom. As he held her, she felt his penis begin to swell and start to press into the cleft between her buttocks.

"My God, William! Don't tell me you're getting turned on again?" she exclaimed.

"How could I not be?" William asked. He squeezed her breasts and continued rubbing his erection against her bottom.

Tingles of excitement raced through Arlene. William continued massaging her breasts and she felt her nipples begin to swell. "Oh, God, William! You're making me wild again!" she murmured.

"That's the general idea, my love," William replied.

Arlene could feel his cock growing harder and harder and, as it did, it pressed more and more insistently against her buttocks. She liked the way that felt, but it would feel much nicer in her. "Take me! Please, William, take me!" she begged. "I need you!" She bent forward and placed her hands on the edge of the dock. When she did, felt the tip of William's erection brush against her vagina when he pressed against her. A shiver of delight coursed through her.

William, realizing what Arlene wanted, moved his hips forward and felt the flared tip of his swollen shaft slip into the opening that craved it so desperately. His hips jerked again and entered her completely. Never, in his wildest dreams, had he ever considered doing something like this here at the cabin!

"Yesssss!!! Oh, William, yesssss!!!" Arlene groaned, "That's it! That's what I need!! Yessss!!!"

William clutched Arlene's hips and began sliding his erection in and out, grunting softly as he did.

Arlene was acutely aware of the contrast between the sizzling shaft plunging into her and the cool water surrounding her. She'd never made love in the water before and found the experience heavenly.

William began stroking Arlene's back, shoulders, and breasts lightly while he lunged against her. Everywhere his hands moved they struck sparks of ecstasy into Arlene. She experienced thrill after thrill and her body shook. "Oh, William, I'm sooooo close!" she moaned.

"Come, then, my pretty woman," William said. "Come for me!"

"Yesssssssss!!! Yesssssss!!! Oh, yesssssssss!!!!" Arlene wailed, then she exploded, her body quivering wildly, stirring up waves on the surface of the lake. "William!!! Oh, God, William!!! Yessssssss!!! Yesssss!!!! Yesssss!!! Oh, God, yessssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!"

"Arlene, I love you!!!!! Oh, Godddddd!!!!!" William yelled when his hot, sticky cream jetted into her.

When their lovemaking ended, William and Arlene swam for a while, then they climbed out of the water and stretched out on the dock next to each other.

"This is so wonderful," Arlene said. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so contented and happy.

"I hope we didn't scare the fish," William chuckled. "If we frightened them it probably doesn't make sense for us to try going fishing, huh?" He chuckled again. "You know, it could well be that we educated them. Thanks to us the lake could be full of baby fish next year."

Arlene rolled on her side, snuggled against William and laid there in the growing dusk, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers.

After a while, William stood up. "Time to cool off," he said, dove into the water, swam powerfully out to the middle of the lake, then back to the dock. He stood in the waist-deep water beside the dock and said, "Arlene, aren't you coming in again?"

Arlene both shook her head. "I'm all dried off," she said. "I think I'll go back in the house."

"You don't really want to do that, do you?" William said. He began splashing her furiously.





The Predator Ch. 17



Squealing and giggling, Arlene clambered to her feet and began to jump around on the dock. William loved her reaction. Her attempts to escape the water he was splashing on her were making her breasts jiggle delightfully.

 William looked up at her, a twinkle in his eyes. "You still want to go back in the house?" he asked, continuing to splash her.

Arlene giggled and continued jumping as the spray of cold water drenched her. "I guess not," she said. "Since you have me all wet again."

She jumped off the dock, onto William, carrying him over backward, under the water.

William finally managed to get his feet under him and stood up with Arlene still hanging onto him. Laughing, he shrugged her off, turned, and began splashing her again. She splashed him back while their laughter echoed across the water.

Their silliness continued for quite a while. Finally they climbed out of the water and again stretched out next to each other on the dock, still laughing.

After a while, Arlene sat up began to caress William again.

When Arlene began caressing him, William felt desire once more coming to life in his body. "Ohhhh!!! Goddddd!!!" he moaned. "Don't stop! That feels so nice!"

Arlene let her lips move over his chest and abdomen. As they did, goosebumps rose from his skin. She stroked his legs, which began quivering and twitching. She looked down at William's middle and saw that his fleshy rod was once again beginning to rise.

"Yessss!!! Ohhhhh!!!" William bawled. Arlene was arousing him to a fever pitch of need once again. His hips moved up and down as delight roiled through him.

Arlene took hold of his erect cock and let her hands moved up and down on the stiffening lance. Her fingers circled the flared tip and she massaged his pre-cum juices into the the highly sensitive organ.

William's movements became more and more urgent. "Ahhhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!!" he moaned. The strain of building ecstasy showed clearly on his face.

Arlene's lips were moving up and down on his engorged rod now. Delightfully, they glided over the straining, veined surface, bestowing on him sensations that were unbearably wonderful.

Arlene's lips continued to slide up and down over his swollen organ and William was sure he would lose control. It felt entirely too wonderful! His hips rose off the wooden dock as the muscles of his back tightened involuntarily.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Goddddd!!! Ahhhhh!!!" he groaned. How could she make him feel this wonderful?

Then his penis was standing, untouched, cooling in the evening air. But not for long.

"Nooooo!!! Don't stop!" William cried.

Arlene, as turned on as William, straddled his heaving body. He held his shaft still for her while she lowered herself onto him, feeling him slide once more into her. She uttered a passionate whisper as William filled her.

 "Ahhhhhh!!!" William groaned. Unable to remain still, he thrust his hips upward powerfully, jolting Arlene. Then she began moving her hips and he went wild.

Arlene was overwhelmed by wild sensations evoked when William's erection started to jab deep into her, and she had to hang on to his shoulders to keep from being tossed off by his wild movements. She clung to his shoulders while she rode his bucking, out-of-control body.

"I've never been made love to this wonderfully!" Arlene thought as William's fervent movements tossed her wildly, "It's never been this good!" Then it got even better. "I'm gonna come!!" she cried as her body began quaking violently, "Yessssss!!! Oh, William, yesssssss!!! Yessssssss!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Take it!!! Oh, God, Arlene, take ittt!!!" William yelled. Glob after glob of his seed spouted from his throbbing penis and gushed into Arlene.

The lovers continued to thrash and strain against each other on the dock until they were totally spent. They clung to each other for a long time as their bodies calmed.

"I really need another swim," William said once he was once able to speak. He urged Arlene off him then he slid off the dock, into the cool water.

Arlene wanted to cool off, too. She stood up and dived gracefully into the lake.

Their swim was cleansing and refreshing, but they only stayed in the water a short while. Reinvigorated, they climbed out and headed back for the cabin in the bright moonlight. As they walked, they wrapped their arms around each other and enjoyed having their warm bodies brush.

"I don't know about you," William said, "but I'm bushed."

"Me, too," Arlene agreed. She couldn't recall the last time she'd been this exhausted.

"You hungry?" William asked. "I'm ravenous."

"Me, too," Arlene said. It had been a long time since lunch and she felt rumblings in her stomach. "I could eat a horse."

Back in the cabin, William insisted that Arlene stay in the living room while he got something together for them to eat. He'd never prepared a meal before, and found that doing so, for the woman he loved, was a lot of fun. When he finally had the meal ready, Arlene joined him in the kitchen and they ate. Afterward, they went to bed and slept soundly, locked in each other's arms.




The Predator Ch. 18



Mel was sitting in one of his favorite bars, speculating about what he'd do with all the money he was going to be getting from William Atherton. Two guys walked up to him and sat down, one on either side of him.

"You Mel Ott?" the older of the two men asked.

"Maybe," Mel replied, taking another swallow of his beer. "Who wants to know?"

"I'm Louie Antonelli," the older man said. He nodded in the direction of his pimply-faced companion. "This here's my little brother, Marvin."

Mel laughed. "Marvin Antonelli?" he asked.

"My old man thinks he has a sense of humor," Louie told him.

"Yeah, OK," Mel said. "I'm Mell Ott. What do you want? You sure as hell ain't here because your brother's got a silly name."

"Pete gave me your name," Louie said. "I was tellin' him how I wanted to get Marvin, here, laid, and he said I should come see you."

Mel looked at Marvin again. Yeah, with a face like that, he could see why the kid might have problems getting laid. "Looks like you ought to be takin' him to a dermatologist, not getting him laid," he told Louie.

Louie didn't look too happy at Mel's suggestion. "Look, I promised the kid I'd do it," he said. "He saved up a hundred bucks of his own, and I'm willing to add a couple hundred more if you can arrange this."

"You want young stuff or old stuff?" Mel asked. He'd been thinking that adding Arlene to his stable wouldn't be such a bad idea. She could make him at least fifty or seventy-five bucks a pop, maybe more.

"I want young stuff. Be nice if Marvin got broke in by someone his age," Louie said.

Mel got down off the barstool. Seeing as how he'd be getting a lot of money in a day or two, he didn't really need the three hundred bucks the guy was offering, but what the hell? He hadn't seen Donna in a while. He walked to the pay phone along the bar wall and dialed the girl's phone number.

Donna shuddered when she heard her phone ring. Ever since Mel Ott had gotten his hooks into her, the ringing of her phone caused her to cringe. She picked up the phone. "Hello?" she said, her voice tremulous.

"Good," Mel's voice said. "You're home. It's party time. I'll be over in just a little bit," he told her. "Be ready."

"Take all the time you want. I hope you get in a crash on the way over," Donna thought bitterly after she put the phone down. She walked over and unlocked her apartment door.

Mel walked back to where Louie and Marvin were waiting. "All set," he said, noticing the way the younger boy's eyes brightened.

"Let's go," Louie said.

"Whoa, there, pal," Mel said. "I need to see the three hundred first."

Louie handed Mel the money. He counted it then put it in his jeans. "Here's how it goes," he said. "This chick is prime, but she's new at this and she gets a little flaky sometimes. You let me go up first and warm her up for you a little, then you and Marvin, here, can come up and party 'til you drop."

"How long do we have to wait?" Marvin asked. His voice was high and squeaky.

"Give me fifteen minutes," Mel said.

Donna jumped when Mel opened the door and strutted into her apartment. He had a brown paper bag in his hand and waved the bag at her.

"Get some ice," he ordered. "I brought us something to drink. I got some other goodies, too." He pulled a plastic bag filled with marijuana and some cigarette papers out of his pocket and dropped them on Donna's coffee table.

Donna walked to her kitchen, put some ice from her refrigerator in a glass, then she returned to the living room.

The minute she walked into the room, she smelled the sweet scent of marijuana. Mel, buck naked, was sitting on her sofa, a joint in one hand, the bottle of booze in the other. He had a hard-on.

Mel waved to Dona. "Come on down," he giggled, pointing to his standing cock. "Look what thinkin' about your sweet lips done. I just got to have one of your blow jobs."

Donna sighed and put glass down on the coffee table. Then she walked over, knelt in front of him, and took his erection in her hand. She stroked it, then cupped it between her hands and rolled it a little. Mel's hips responded and he groaned.

"Yeah, sweetie, that's the idea!" he moaned, "what you're doin' feels really nice, but I want you to suck it, not play with it!"

Donna lowered her mouth over the man's rigid shaft, tightened her lips around the swollen head and began to raise and lower her head. At the same time she squeezed his balls. She was trying hard to make him come as soon as possible, to get this over with. She felt Mel grab her head and pressed her down on him. At the same time he thrust his hips upward, fucking himself into her mouth.

"Gonna come! Gonna come!" Mel groaned. "Suck me, sweetie! That's it! Keep it up! Yeaaaaaahhhh!!! Oh, yeahhhhh!!!!"

Donna felt Mel's shaft begin to throb and pulse, then his warm, viscous fluid was gushing into her mouth. She wished she could pull away, but that was impossible because he had a strong grip on her head and was holding her against him. When the frantic motions of Mel's hips slowed, he released her head.

Donna sat back on her heels, holding his spend in her mouth, wishing desperately she could vomit. No way was she going to swallow it, even if she had to hold it in her mouth all night.

"That was great, sweetie!" Mel said. "Now, go in your bedroom and take your clothes off. I'm gonna make myself a drink." He got up, walked to the coffee table, and poured some booze into the glass Donna had gotten for him.

While Mel had his back turned to her, Donna spit his juices on the rug. Then she got up, went into her bedroom, took off her clothes and laid down on the bed.

Mel came in a few seconds later, sat down on the bed next to her, grabbed her breast and began squeezing it. His grip, as always, was painful, but Donna forced herself not to respond as his hands moved from one breast to the other.

Mel, unaware that Donna wasn't responding, shoved his hand between her legs and jammed two fingers into her dry pussy.

Donna winced and a tear rolled down her cheek when Mel began to finger-fuck her rapidly. The only thing that made it possible for her to endure this was the knowledge that, eventually, he'd get it over with and leave.

Someone knocked at the door. Mel pulled his fingers out of her. "Don't go way, sweetie, I'll be right back," he said. He got off the bed and walked out into the living room.

Donna heard him opening the door to her apartment. "Now what?" she wondered anxiously. Then Mel returned and, to her horror she realized there were two men with him. One of them wasn't bad looking, and was probably a few years older than she was; the other was young, ugly, and had the worst case of acne Donna had ever seen. His face was heavily speckled with large yellow pimples and red spots where others had been.

"See?" Mel pointed toward Donna. "Ain't she prime, just like I said? And she's real friendly, too. I got her warmed up, so she'll be friendly to you, guys, too."

Donna wanted to scream. How much more degradation could she put up with?

"I was almost finished gettin' her ready," Mel said. "Gimme a little longer. You guys can watch." He walked back to the bed, sat down, and stuffed his fingers back into Donna while he tweaked her nipples with his other hand.

Donna closed her eyes and tried to forget the other men were present, but she couldn't.

"She really likes finger-fucking" Mel said. "It really turns you on, don't it, sweetie?"

Donna kept her eyes squeezed closed and didn't respond. She felt movement on the bed, then skin brushed against hers, and she realized Mel was moving between her legs. Then she felt his cock crowding into her. Once his pole was buried in her, Mel began fucking her powerfully.

"Nooooo!!!! Nooooo!!!" Donna cried silently, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood. "I hate him!!! I hate him!!! I hate him!!!"

"Yeahhhh!!!! Take my cum, sweetie!!!!" Mel yelled, his cock erupting. "Show the guys how much you like it!!!"

The minute he was finished coming, Mel pulled out of her and got off the bed. He walked over to the dresser and poured himself another drink.

Louie and Marvin stood inside the door, their breath rasping, staring at Donna with undisguised lust.

"See what I told you?" Mel said. "She loves fucking. And she gives great head, too."

"I gotta fuck her!" Donna heard one of the men say. "That OK with you, Mel?"

"Sure," Mel replied. "That's what you're payin' for. Be my guest."

The flow of tears from Donna's eyes increased.

Louie tore off his clothes, jumped on the bed, and flopped on top of the pretty young woman.

"Treat him good, sweetie," Mel said.

Donna felt the man's penis jab at her vagina. At first, he kept missing her but, as his hips moved frantically, he finally managed to get into her. Louie's cock was smaller than Mel's and since Mel had left her vagina wet and slippery with his spend, she hardly felt what Louie was doing to her.

Louie was unaware of Donna's lack of response. She was the prettiest girl he'd ever had. After a few frenzied stabs, he came. "Wowwwwwwwwww!!!! Oh, wowwwwwwwwww!!!!" he moaned when he spurted into her. When he finished, he collapsed on top of her. Finally he climbed off and walked back to where Mel and his little brother stood. "You were right, man," he said. "She's prime fucking!"

"What about me?" Marvin asked. "Don't I get to fuck her, too? A hundred bucks of the money you gave him is mine!"

"Of course," Mel replied. "Sweetie don't mind."

Marvin stripped and climbed onto the bed. He guided his prick into Donna and began to pump into her. "Yeah!" he moaned as his hips thudded against the girl. "This is fuckin' great!"

While Marvin pounded into Donna, he grabbed her breasts and began twisting her nipples painfully.

Between the pain Marvin was causing her and his pimply face looming over hers, Donna felt like she was going to throw up. She was full of cum and all she could feel was Marvin's body pressing down on hers, his penis probing into her.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Marvin grunted after ramming against the girl for a short while, "Take my cum!! Ahhhhh!!! Jeeezus!!!!!!!!"

Boy-cum spurted into her, then Donna felt him withdraw.

Marvin got off her and off the bed. He swaggered over to his brother and Mel. "You guys were right," he said. "She's a great piece of ass!"

Mel walked over to the bed. Donna realized with dismay that he was hard again.

"Get up on your knees, sweetie," he said. "I got a hard-on I need to get rid of."

Donna rolled over and got to her knees. She was numb. Mechanically, she moved into position on the bed, willing to do whatever was necessary to get this nightmare over with.

Mel got on the bed behind her and shoved his erect penis into her dripping vagina. He grasped her hips and pulled her back onto him.

Donna felt nothing except his body slapping against hers.

"Louie, Marvin, come over here!" Mel said. "Join the fun. Be nice to them, sweetie, you got that?" He started to fuck Donna.

Louie and Marvin walked to the bed and stood there, looking as if they weren't sure what to do.

"Louie," Mel said, "get in front of sweetie and let her suck your cock. Marvin, if you sit here on the bed next to her, she'll give you a hand-job."

Louie positioned himself so his erection was inches from Donna's face. Marvin sat on the bed, just like Mel told him to do.

Tears poured from Donna's eyes as she lowered her lips over Louie's sticky cock and began to suck it.

"Fuckin-A!" Louie moaned. "She's suckin' my cock! She's really suckin' my cock!"

Donna grabbed Marvin's penis in her hand and began stroking it. Soon both boys were squirming and gasping. Mel kept up his steady thrusts, occasionally slapping her ass, other times grabbing her so hard it hurt.

"C-c-c-can't stand it!" Louie cried, "it feels too fuckin' good! I'm gonna come! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!" When he exploded he pulled his cock out and his sticky cream spurted all over Donna's face. She flinched when the sticky wetness splattered her and had to force herself not to vomit.

"Move over, Louie!" Marvin said. He pushed his brother aside. "I want her to suck my cock, too!" He took his brother's place and soon his cock was sliding in and out between Donna's lips. It didn't take long before he was spewing his seed into Donna's mouth and onto her face, just like his brother had done.

Mel continued sliding his cock in and out of Donna. Excited by what he saw Donna doing to Louie and Marvin, his thrusts became more urgent then, groaning, he pulled out of her and came, splattering his sticky fluids all over Donna's back. He immediately climbed off the bed and began to dress. "That was great, sweetie!" he said as he zipped up his pants. "Me and the guys got to go. You done good today. I'm gonna be callin' you again real soon!"

Donna collapsed on the bed, her face and hair covered with sticky come, her back cold where the droplets of Mel's ejaculation had pooled. More gooey fluid seeped from her numb vagina. She heard the door close and began to sob. 

The men were gone, at last, but she knew it wasn't over. Mel would continue to use and humiliate her as long as he wanted to and there wasn't a thing she could do about it! She didn't intended to but she was physically and emotionally drained and she dozed off.

When she woke up, she got off her bed, staggered to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower sure she'd never be able to get the feeling of filth off her body. After she finished showering, she gargled and douched, attempting to cleanse the remnants of the three men from her system. Finally she slipped on a nightgown and went back to bed.

She wanted to go back to sleep, but couldn't. "What am I going to do?" she thought. "If I tell anyone, they probably won't believe me, anyhow. If I let this continue, I'm ruined." For the first time in her life, she thought about suicide. Maybe that was the only way out for her.




The Predator Ch. 19



The rays of the rising sun streaming in his bedroom window wakened Alex, who rolled over and gazed fondly at the gorgeous woman lying on her back next to him. Jennifer had come over for dinner the night before, and she wound up staying the night.

Ever since he'd stopped at her house the day before, Alex couldn't get Jennifer out of his mind. Part of him still was a bit wary, but that part of him had less and less influence the more he spent time with her. He knew he was falling for her, and was pretty sure she was falling for him. The more time he spent with her, the surer he became that this was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Jennifer had tossed and turned during the night and thrown the covers aside, exposing most of her superb body. As Alex gazed at her, he felt desire stirring inside him. He leaned over and began sucking one of her nipples. It immediately began to rise into his mouth.

Jennifer moaned softly, wakened by the insistent tingles of delight Alex's caresses ere sending into her. At first she was confused, unsure where she was, then she remembered. She'd spent the night at Alex's house. She opened her eyes, looked down, and saw that Alex was sucking her nipple. That was what was causing the wonderful sensations which wakened her. What a wonderful way to wake up!

Alex's hand roamed over Jennifer's body and he felt her move as it glided over her soft skin. He inserted it between her strong, finely formed legs and began playing with her vagina, which instantly became wet as his fingers stroked it. After toying with the silky outer lips for a while, he managed to slip a finger into her. When he did, Jennifer moaned softly and her back arched, lifting her hips off the bed.

"Gahhhhhhh!!!!" Jennifer groaned when Alex's finger slid into her. Their lovemaking the night before had been so passionate, she didn't even remember going to sleep.

Alex had a raging hard-on. He continued to caress Jennifer, bringing her to a high state of need. Unable to wait, he rolled on top of her and plunged his erection into her. God, it felt good to wake up this way! When he sank into Jennifer, fantastic sensations swept through him. What he was feeling rapidly became too intense. He couldn't think of anything but Jennifer any more.

"Ohhhhh!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, Alex!!! Alex!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!" Jennifer moaned. Her body came wildly alive as he continued to plunge into her. Her hands gripped his shoulders and her hips rocked up to meet his thrusts. Then blissful spasms began to rip through her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, Alex!!! Oh, Alex!!!" she cried. "Take me!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Take meeeeeee!!! Now!!! Oh, now!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Oh, Alex!!! Oh, Alex!!!"

When Jennifer exploded, Alex joined her, bathing her insides with his juices. Finally spent, he collapsed on top of her. When he felt his penis soften and slip from her, he rolled onto his back next to her on the bed.

Jennifer lay there, electrified. "My word, Alex!" she exclaimed, "That was the most fantastic awakening I've ever gotten!" She sat up and looked around. "What time is it?"

Alex looked at his watch. "It's five-thirty," he said.

"Good," Jennifer replied, relaxing. "I'm having some new horses delivered this morning. They're supposed to arrive at eight and I need to be there to give the deliveryman a check. I was afraid we might have over-slept, or..." She looked at him and giggled softly. "Is it right to say we 'over-sexed'?"

"Sounds like a word that ought to be in the language, if it isn't," Alex replied, grinning. "Don't worry, honey. There's plenty of time for you to get back to your place before the horses arrive. In fact, if you like, I'll even make breakfast for you."

Jennifer reached out her hand and traced his face softly. "I'd like that," she said. "I'd like that a lot."

Jennifer arrived at her farm just as the men in the truck bringing the horses were opening the doors to get the horses out of the big van. Donna was already there, and was helping them unload the horses.

After she parked her pickup, Jennifer walked over to the horse van. One of the horses, a sturdy-looking pinto, was being led down the ramp by a young man who was probably Donna's age. Jennifer looked at him and thought he looked vaguely familiar. That puzzled her. The horses came from a farm in Virginia she was doing business with for the first time. There was no way she could have seen this young man before. Why did he look familiar, then?

"I saw an ad in a breeders magazine that said you're looking for a farm manager who understands raising and training horses," a male voice said from behind her. "Is the job still open?"

"I..." Jennifer started to say. She turned around and her mouth dropped open. "T-Tommy?" She exclaimed as she stared at the good-looking man standing there, smiling at her. "Tommy Singleton?" Without thinking, she ran to him, wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. "Tommy! How are you?"

"I take it you remember me," Tom asked. Smiling, he stepped back from her embrace. "I wondered if you would."

"I-I..." Jennifer stammered. She felt herself blushing furiously. "It's funny, I was just thinking about you the other day."

"Really?" Tom said, grinning. "It have anything to do with a hidden lake, did it?"

Jennifer's skin felt as if it was on fire. "I...ah...well..." she stammered. She wasn't sure how she felt, seeing Tommy again after all these years. The old memories were there, warming her, but things had changed. Alex was her man now.

"Are you still looking for a farm manager?" Tom asked.

"Are...are you interested?" Jennifer responded.

"I might be," he said, "if the deal is right. My wife and I have been talking about re-locating to this area. We both have family not far from here, and we'd like our son to be able to spend more time with his grandparents."

"Your son?" Jennifer said. "I didn't know..."

Tom shrugged and smiled. "No way you could have," he said.

"What happened?" she asked. "Why...why did you disappear after...?"

"Remember Mrs. Jarvis?" Tom asked.

"Of course," Jennifer said. "She was our housekeeper for years."

"Well, she told your folks we'd gone off into the hills together," Tom explained. He shook his head and smiled wryly. "Your father was not at all pleased when he heard that. He came to our house and made it very clear to me that I was no longer welcome on his farm, and that if he ever saw me within a hundred miles of this place, he'd have me arrested."

"Damn him!" Jennifer said. "Daddy loved me, but there was a lot he didn't understand." She looked at Tom. "I'm so sorry, Tommy," she said. "I-I never knew, and nobody would ever tell me anything."

Tom smiled. "I know you didn't have anything to do with it," he said. "You know, it's funny how things work out. Your father made it clear to my parents that their lives wouldn't be too happy if I stayed around. He had a lot of clout, and I guess he could have made things rough for them. So they sent me to Virginia, to live with an uncle and aunt."

"Oh, Tom," Jennifer said. "I..."

"Hey, come on, Jennifer, don't look so glum," he said. "The story has a happy ending. My uncle and aunt lived just down the road from a farm owned by Merle Spizer. Merle and my uncle played poker every Friday night, and Uncle Bob got Merle to give me a job."

"Merle Spizer!" Jennifer exclaimed. "He was one of the most respected breeders and trainers in the country! And...and you worked for him?"

"Yup, he sure was," Tom said. "And I did. When he died a couple of years ago, his son, Merle, Jr., took over the operation. By then, I was assistant farm manager. I still am. Thing is, Merle, Jr., wants to sell out to a syndicate. I like working in a family operation, but I'm not sure I'd be very happy with a corporation as my boss. I started a horse transport business on the side. When one of my clients said he needed to have some horses delivered up here, I figured I'd do the delivery in person, so I could see if the farm manager's job I saw the ad for was still open." He smiled. "So...you going to hire me to manage your farm, or what?"

"Why don't you stay for lunch and we'll talk about it?" Jennifer said.

"Dad, the horses are all in the barn," the young man who'd come with Tom said.

"Is this your son?" Jennifer asked.

Tom nodded. "Jennifer McGregor, meet my son, Tom Singleton, Jr."

"Pleased to meet you, Tom," Jennifer said. She looked at Tom, Sr., and smiled. "It's Jennifer McIntyre now," she told him.

Tom, Sr. grinned. "So you did marry Jonathan McIntyre," he said.

"I divorced him, too," Jennifer told him.

"Sorry to hear that," Tom, Sr., said.

"It was for the best," Jennifer said. "You worked here long enough and you saw Jonathan when he came around. You probably have an idea what kind of person he was, don't you?"

Her old friend smiled and nodded. "The words self-centered, spoiled, rich asshole come to mind," he said.

"An excellent description of my ex-husband," Jennifer said, laughing. "Actually, one of the best, most succinct, descriptions of him I've heard. Come on, Tom," she said, "let's go up to my office and finish up the paperwork on the horses you just brought. We'll see just how bad you want to be my farm manager."

"We'll see how bad you want me to be," Tom said, grinning.

Tom, his son, Jennifer, and Donna ate lunch together. Then, while Donna showed Tom, Jr., around the farm, Jennifer and Tom, Sr., negotiated. As it turned out, reaching agreement didn't take them very long.

Tom had to give his current employer a month's notice, but then he'd take over the responsibility of managing Jennifer's farm. He and his family would be living in the farm manager's house on the property. Donna would stay on, and Tom, Jr., would work on the farm when he wasn't going to school.

Donna and Jennifer stood next to the barn, watching the horse van roll down the road.

"So you hired Mr. Singleton to manage the farm?" Donna asked.

"Yes," Jennifer said. "I know he's an excellent worker, and if he worked with Merle Spizer, he knows horses. The farm is getting to be too much, more than I want to deal with. There are other things I need time for." She smiled. Now that she'd met Alex, she wanted to spend as much time with him as she could.

"Tom, Jr., seems like a nice kid," Donna said. "I kinda like him."

Jennifer looked at Donna. "You know, Donna," she said, "I told you your job here is yours as long as you want it. In fact, I've been thinking. I don't see why you have to spend your money on that apartment in town when I've got ten bedrooms in the house. Why don't you just move in here? I plan to be gone a lot more than I have been, and I'd feel a lot better if someone was in the house."

Donna's eyes widened. "Do you really mean that, Mrs. McIntyre?" she asked.

Jennifer nodded. "Of course I mean it," she said. "I'd love having you around."

At first, Donna was excited. Then she remembered Mel. What would he do if she moved out here? What if he came out and bothered her here? Or brought men out here? What if Mrs. McIntyre found out what he'd been making her do? Ort worse yet, what if he came out and did something to hurt her? "I-I guess I ought to think about that," the slim girl said. "I-I mean, I got friends in town and all, and..."

"Any time you want, you can move out here, Donna," Jennifer said. "But you don't have to if you don't want to." She was puzzled by the sudden change in the girl's demeanor. When she invited the girl to move into the house Donna had looked thrilled, then something happened and her mood changed.

"Donna, is something wrong?" Jennifer asked. "If there is, you can tell me. Maybe I can help you."

"I-I'm OK, Mrs. McIntyre," Donna said. "I-I'll think about moving out here and let you know, OK?"

"Sure," Jennifer said. She watched the girl walk toward the barn then she turned and went back into the house. She wanted to call Alex and tell him the good news.




The Predator Ch. 20



Dean Abbott drove toward the residence of Judge Hiram Morgan, which was located in an exclusive section of city. He wasn't going to see Judge Morgan. The state supreme court was in session, and would be for several more weeks, which meant the judge, who was Chief Justice of the state supreme court, was in the capitol. Judge Morgan had an apartment in the capitol he stayed in for the entire court term. He seldom came home when court was in session, even on weekends.

Dean was going to the Morgan home to see Hillary Morgan, the judge's young, very attractive wife. He and Hillary had been carrying on a torrid affair for several years.

He pulled up in front of the judge's extravagant residence, shut off his car, and walked to the large, brass-decorated front door, which was sheltered by a pillared marble portico.

A liveried man came to the door when Dean rang the doorbell. "Yes?" the man, graying, short, with a deep voice, said. He looked at Dean and frowned.

"I have an appointment with Mrs. Morgan," Dean explained. "My name is Dean Abbott."

"Yes, of course, sir. Madam is expecting you," the manservant said. "She's in her drawing room. Please, follow me."

Dean followed the butler up a curving marble staircase and down a hallway. The butler stopped in front of a highly polished door that looked like it was made from solid mahogany. "Madam is in there," he said. He turned and started walking back down the hall.

Dean rapped softly on the door.

"Yes?" came a sultry voice from inside the room.

"It's Dean Abbott," he said. Every time he came here, it felt as if he were being treated like some kind of servant. For some reason he had never been able to understand in all the time he'd been seeing Hillary; that excited him.

"Come in, Mr. Abbott," the husky feminine voice purred.

Dean opened the door and entered the room. Hillary Morgan, sitting on a plush-looking gray loveseat in a dressing room outside her bedroom, smiled at him. She wore a black satin nightgown that looked a bit like a halter dress that had triangular stitched panels going up over her shoulders. The top of the gown exposed a lot of Hillary's pale chest and cleavage and the rest of it clung to her supple body.

The woman's long, dark hair fell loosely around her severe face, to her shoulders. She wore bright red lipstick and her large green eyes glinted, but betrayed little. There was a smile on her face, but the smile was unreadable.

"Have a seat, Dean," the judge's wife said, gesturing to a plush chair opposite her.

Dean sat down. He wasn't sure why he kept coming back to her. When it came to women, he liked being in control, and with Hillary, he was never even remotely in control. Just the same, he couldn't bring himself to stay away from her.

Hillary smiled at him. "I understand your wife is filing for divorce, Dean," she said. "Is that true?"

Dean had no idea how she'd heard about the divorce, but she had a way of knowing things that constantly surprised him. "She says she is," he said. "She intends to ask for full custody of our son." He'd been shocked when Nora told him she was getting a divorce. He didn't mind losing her all that much, but he didn't want to lose custody of his son and heir. "I've spoken with one of my partners who specializes in divorce," he said. "We'll see what happens when we get to court."

"You don't seem very concerned about the ramifications of this, Dean," Hillary observed. "If Nora wins, won't it cost you a lot of money, as well as custody of your son?"

"That could happen, I suppose," Dean replied. "There are times I think it would be a lot easier if she just disappeared."

Hillary smiled and raised her eyebrows. "My goodness, Dean," she said. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

Dean smiled back at her and shook his head. "You have a mistaken impression of what I said. I'm not suggesting anything," he replied. "That was just wishful thinking."

Hillary nodded. "Yes, well. You, of all people, should know that it is impossible to predict how things will go in divorce court," she said. "I suppose there are times a person has to do whatever it takes to insure they get the outcome they want."

Dean knew what a mess Justice Morgan's divorce from his first wife had been. The judge's first wife had made a laughing-stock of him in court. The woman's lawyer painted the judge look like an old fool who was under the sway of a gold-digging younger woman. Which, of course, was exactly what he was.

Dean had no intention of letting anything like that happen to him. "Yes, well, if it comes to that," he said, "I will do whatever I have to. You can count on that. I'll not allow myself to be humiliated." Hillary's comments had started him thinking. If Nora really were to disappear...

"A tough attitude is vital when it comes to divorce, Dean," Hillary said. "Sometimes it's better to act than react." She smiled at him and licked her lips. "Enough about such a messy subject. It's time we move on to more pleasant matters, don't you think?"

She stood up, stretched, and started for a doorway to the left of the sofa where she had been sitting. When she reached the door she stopped and turned to Dean. "You were planning to accompany me, weren't you, Dean?"

"Of course I was!" Dean replied. It was the invitation he had been waiting for, part of a ritual they'd fallen into since the first time he slept with her, a ritual they re-enacted every time they were together. Surprisingly, it never grew old for Dean and never failed to arouse him, although for the life of him he couldn't comprehend why. His cock had begun to stiffen, especially after he saw her stretch. He stood up and took off his suit jacket. Loosening his tie, he followed Hillary into her bedroom.

Hillary Morgan had one of the most ornately feminine bedrooms it had ever been Dean's good fortune to visit. The walls were covered with pink embossed wallpaper and the windows were curtained with expensive-looking pink lace. In the center of the room, dominating the other furnishings was a king-sized bed that had a pink satin canopy and was draped with the same lace the curtains were made from.

Hillary walked to the bed, turned, and stood there, smiling at Dean.

Dean shed his clothes, his eyes remaining locked on Hillary while he did. When he was naked, she slowly pushed one shoulder strap off, then the other. She paused, then, continuing to smile at him, holding her arms folded over her breasts. Then, deliberately, she lowered her arms. The gown slid slowly down over her curves and dropped silently to the floor.

Dean's eyes widened. Every time he was here, it was as if he was going through this for the first time. Hillary's breasts were medium sized, but perfectly shaped. They were tipped with small, dark circles, and her tiny nipples were already beginning to swell outward. He took a deep breath and licked his lips.

"Do you like what you see, Dean?" Hillary purred, smiling, showing not the slightest trace of diffidence.

Dean nodded. "Yes, I do. I-I like it very much," he replied. As always, he couldn't help but be unnerved by how cool and aloof Hillary acted. It was as if she were doing this strictly for her own pleasure and didn't care whether he was there or not. It made him want her more than he ever wanted any woman.

Hillary licked her lips. Then, gracefully, she laid down on the bed. "I'm waiting, Dean," she said softly. "You really must finish what you were doing and get over here."

Dean shed his remaining clothes quickly and moved to the bed. He stood next to it and looked down at Hillary. Her body was lean and athletic, more angular than rounded, but very, very enticing just the same. Her legs were long and firm, and a luxuriant mass of black hair covered the area where they joined her body. He swallowed hard.

"Eat me, Dean!" Hillary said, her voice showing a trace of urgency for the first time. She parted her legs, showing him her center.

Breathing hard, Dean knelt on the bed, between her legs and bent his head toward her middle. She smelled of expensive perfume, and her skin was hot and smooth. He kissed her pubic forest.

Hillary gasped softly and squirmed. "Lower, Dean!" she said, "I need your tongue!"

Dean dragged his tongue between her labia and she groaned louder. He did it again and her back arched, forcing her hips up off the bed. He found her clit with his lips and sucked on it.

"Yes!" Hillary said, "That's it! You do know what you're doing, don't you, Dean?"

Dean thrust his tongue into her and she squirmed more ardently. Her taste was sweet and the fervent response of her body was heady. She continued grinding her pussy against his mouth, smearing his face with her juices.

"That's very good, Dean! Oh, yes, very good!" Hillary murmured, her restrained tone of voice a stark contrast to the heated movements of her body.

Dean clasped her taut buttocks in his hands and pressed his mouth harder against her. He licked down, over the narrow band of skin between her pussy and anus and pressed his tongue against her nether opening.

"Oh, Dean! Yes! My word!" Hillary murmured. Some of the coolness had disappeared from her voice and was replaced by urgency.

Dean slid one hand around and probed her snug rear opening with his finger.

Hillary pressed back against him. "Yess!!! Oh, yesss, Dean, you do know exactly how to please me, don't you?" she murmured.

While his finger slid slowly into Hillary's snug bottom, Dean continued thrusting his tongue into her vagina, pulling it out, lashing her clit, then stabbing it into her again. As he did, the movements of her hips grew more and more frenetic.

Dean continued to lick Hillary's pussy and finger-fuck her ass, and she continued to squirm and murmur cries of delight.

After a few minutes, Hillary's body stiffened and a keening wail began coming from her. "Yiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" she wailed, her back arched, her muscles taut. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the wail stopped, her frantic activity ceased and she relaxed onto the bed.

Dean sat back on his heels, waiting patiently for what he knew would happen next.

Hillary lay still for a few moments, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling evenly. Then her eyes opened and she smiled at him. "You performed admirably, as always, Dean," she said softly. "Now, if you like, you may lay down right here." She patted the bed next to her.

Dean stretched out next to her, his steel-hard cock pointing at the satin canopy covering her bed. He watched Hillary get to her knees and reach for him. He gasped when her warm hand encircled his cock.

"Very nice, Dean!" she murmured, her hand sliding up and down on his rigid pole. "This is very nice!" She bent and took him into her mouth.

When Dean felt Hillary's mouth engulfing him, he thought the top of his head was going to come off. He'd had many women give him blowjobs, but nobody did it the way Hillary did. And it wasn't that she was a particularly good cock sucker. She was actually pretty mechanical and disinterested. It was the fact that she was the one in control, was making him respond to her every whim, that somehow made her blowjobs wilder than any others Dean ever had!

Hillary worked him over with her lips, tongue, and hands until he was sure he'd explode into her mouth. Then she stopped. She kept his cock gripped tightly between her fingers to keep him from exploding. When he calmed a bit, she wound him up again until his hips were rocking and he was babbling mindlessly.

Dean kept his eyes closed. He knew that if he watched what Hillary was doing to him, he'd lose control and come. That would disappoint Hillary and the wonderful feelings would stop. He didn't want that to happen, even though he felt as if he were going crazy! Then, suddenly, his cock was untouched. He opened his eyes and saw Hillary smiling down at him.

"How do you feel, Dean?" she asked.

"I...oh, God, Hillary!!! I need you!" Dean groaned. He reached for her. "I'm desperate for you!"

Hillary slid back on the bed and shook her head. "Not yet, Dean. First tell me how you feel," she said again.

"I-I need you!" Dean moaned. "God, Hillary, I need you desperately!"

"How much, Dean?" she asked quietly. "How much do you need me?"

"My God! I want you more than I've ever wanted anybody! I'm going to go crazy if I don't have you! Please, Hillary!!! Please don't do this to me!" he groaned desperately.

"Very good, Dean," Hillary said. Wearing a smile of satisfaction on her face, she stood up on the bed and straddled his prostrate body like a victorious gladiator.

Dean looked up at Hillary. Somehow she'd done it to him again. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anyone. He raised his arms, entreating her to take him into her body, but she just stood there, smiling down at him.

"Are you sure you want me, Dean?" she asked.

"God, yes!" he replied. The fact that she was continuing to tease him aroused him even more. No woman had ever treated him like this! And no woman had ever made him feel the way she did! "I'm going to go crazy if I don't have you! Please, Hillary!"

"Well, then..." Hillary murmured. "If that's really how you feel, I suppose you should be rewarded." She slowly lowered herself, grasped his cock, and impaled herself on it.

Dean thought he'd come the minute the head of his cock began invading Hillary's snug opening, but the tight grip she had on his cock kept that from happening. He could see her face flush as he entered her and he reached for her stiff-nippled breasts.

Hillary brushed his hands away. "Don't touch me, Dean!" she said firmly. "Not yet! Not until I say you may!"

Dean lay there, letting Hillary use him, feeling her incredibly tight cavern engulfing him, rippling along his cock. Then, at last, she finally had him all the way in her. Her pubic bone was pressed against his; her knees were pressed against the sides of his chest. Slowly she began moving, making his rigid member lash around inside her, sending shocks of delight through him.

Dean grabbed the covers and groaned when Hillary began to move. He couldn't believe how wonderful she always made him feel!

"God, Hillary!" he groaned. "Feels too good! I-I can't wait!"

Hillary stopped moving and smiled down at him. "Dean, listen to me. Of course you can wait," she said softly. "You have to. I order you to wait." She remained motionless, letting him simmer. After a bit, she began moving again.

Once more, wild sensations roared through Dean. Faster and faster his mistress - for that's what she really was - moved, her breasts bobbing, her face showing more and more signs that she, too, was being thrilled as much as he was.

Finally, her eyes glazed with passion, Hillary smiled down at him. "Now, Dean," she said, "You may come now."

It was as if she'd pulled the trigger on a gun. Dean's insides unleashed and he erupted into her with powerful spasms of his loins. "Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" he cried, his hips bucking.

"Oh, yessssssssssssss!!!!!" Hillary groaned, her body quaking, her hips driving down against him. "Yesssssss!!! Yessssssssssss!!!! Yessssssssssss!!!"

When Hillary was finished, she got off him and sat against the head of the bed, hugging herself.

Dean rolled on his side and looked at her.

Hillary smiled at him. "That was a most satisfactory performance, Dean," she said, "Most satisfactory."

Dean smiled at her. He was too spent to speak.

After a bit, Hillary got up, slipped on her robe, then she turned and looked at him. "Get dressed, Dean," she said. "I assume you won't refuse a cup of coffee."

Dean got up and dressed. Once again, being with her had been an incredibly intense experience. As always, she allowed him intimate contact, yet remained aloof, almost untouched. She disdained foreplay. In fact, though he'd been making love with her for over a year, he'd never kissed her. The only contact he had with her body was what she allowed him. He didn't understand why, but her diffidence made her the most exciting woman he'd ever known.

Hillary and Dean were sitting in the dining room, sipping coffee, when a young woman walked in. She was quite attractive, had curly brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, and wore a pale blue sweatshirt and jeans.

"Hello, Hillary," the young woman said, a cool smile on her face. She glanced at Dean, her face showing nothing.

"Hello, Lucy," Hillary said. She turned to Dean and smiled. "This is Lucy Morgan, my step-daughter, Dean. Lucy, meet Mr. Dean Abbott. He's an attorney."

The young woman smiled at Dean. "Hello," she said.

"Hello," Dean replied.

"I'm going up to my room," Lucy said. She turned and left the room.

When Lucy left the room, Dean watched her carefully, noting the fine curves of her bottom, which were well displayed by the snug jeans she wore. Her ass moved very nicely as she was walking out of the room. He turned back to Hillary. "I didn't know you had a stepdaughter," he said.

"She is eighteen," Hillary said. "In case you were worried about that."

Dean felt his face get hot. He looked at Hillary. Her eyes were wide and there was something in them Dean had never seen before.

"Did you find Lucy attractive, Dean?" Hillary asked.

Dean nodded. "Yes," he replied softly.

"Those jeans fit her quite well, don't they?" Hillary continued.

"Yes, I guess they do," Dean admitted.

"Let's go back upstairs, Dean," Hillary said. She rose from the table, walked out of the room, and started up the huge marble staircase.

Dean followed the woman, bewildered, unsure what would happen next. Usually, at this point, she dismissed him. Was she going to allow him to have sex with her a second time today for some reason?

They moved down the upstairs hallway, toward Hillary's suite. Before they got there, Hillary stopped in front of another door. Dean stopped and looked at her.

Hillary smiled enigmatically. "You find my stepdaughter attractive, don't you, Dean?" she asked.

"Yes, I do," Dean replied.

"I've told you she's eighteen," Hillary asked.

Dean nodded, unsure what she was getting at. "You did tell me how old she was," he replied.

Hillary's next comment stunned him.

"Do you want her, Dean?" she asked. "Would you like to make love to her?"

"What?" Dean gasped. He was totally befuddled. Did Hillary want him to fuck her stepdaughter? If that was the case, should he do it? After all, he could get in serious legal difficulty if he were caught.

"The opportunity to do that is yours...if you wish to avail yourself of it," Hillary said. "That's Lucy's room. She's in there." She gestured toward the door in front of them.

"Wait a minute!" Dean protested.

Hillary gazed at him, her eyes unreadable. "You seem hesitant, Dean," she purred. "What would you say if I told you I want you to go in there and make love to Lucy?" Her tone of voice was flat, but firm.

Dean was so shaken he couldn't think straight. "How...I mean...am I just supposed to walk in there and say, 'Hi, Lucy, your stepmother told me to come in and make love to you,' or what?" he asked. It wasn't as if Hillary was asking him to do something repugnant. Lucy was very attractive, and he wouldn't mind making love to her, but this was weird!

He continued to think about the situation he faced, however. The fact Hillary was, in a sense, giving the girl to him, made the idea even more exciting. He wanted to do what Hillary told him, even though he was aware there might be dire consequences if he did. He was afraid if he didn't do what she said, she wouldn't see him again, and he didn't think he could live without her.

"How you do it is your problem," Hillary said. "You know what your task is, all you need to do is accomplish it." She turned and continued down the hallway.




The Predator Ch. 20



Dean stared at Hillary's disappearing back. Then he turned and gazed the door to the teen-ager's room, feeling his cock growing stiff in his pants. Could he just walk into the girl's room and say, "Hi, your step-mother says I can fuck you?" He stepped closer to the door and knocked softly.

"Yes?" Lucy's voice replied to his knock.

"Ah...this is Dean Abbott," Dean said. "Um, can I, ah, come in?"

"Sure," Lucy replied.

Dean opened the door and walked into the room. It was almost as big as Hillary's, but was as much a teenage girl's room as Hillary's was a courtesan's chamber. Posters of rock stars hung on the walls, some clothing was draped over a large chair, and rock music blared from an expensive-looking stereo.

Lucy lay on her belly on a king size water bed, reading a magazine of some sort. She looked at Dean. "What do you want?" she asked.

Dean looked around. "You...you have-a very nice room," he said.

Lucy continued to look at him, but didn't say anything.

"Ah...how do you and your, ah, stepmother get along?" Dean asked. He was desperately trying to find some way to get the conversation around to what he needed to do.

Lucy shrugged. "We get along OK, I guess," she said. She closed the magazine and tossed it aside. "What's this all about, anyhow? What do you want?"

"I-I was just wondering," Dean said. "I-I didn't know Hillary had a teenage daughter."

"I'm her stepdaughter," Lucy corrected him. She put particular emphasis on the "step" part of the word, too.

"I'm sorry, stepdaughter," Dean said. This was crazy. First it was Hillary keeping him in line, now this teenager was. Was it his lot to be controlled by every female who lived in this house?

"You married?" Lucy asked.

Dean nodded. "Ah, yes," he said. "I-I am."

Lucy studied him and smiled. "You're fucking Hillary, aren't you?" she asked.

Dean couldn't believe he'd heard her correctly. "What?" he exclaimed.

Lucy gave him a disgusted look. "Don't act so surprised," she said. "My father's an old man. He and Hillary have separate bedrooms. I bet he hasn't fucked her in two years. You're kinda good-looking, I was just wondering if you were fucking her. Why else would you be hanging around here if it wasn't that?"

"I-I...that isn't...it isn't..." Dean stammered, once more taken aback. Hillary controlled him, now this eighteen year-old was making him dance to her tune.

Lucy stretched. The movement caused her young breasts to thrust out against the fabric of her sweatshirt. She saw Dean watching her and smiled. "You think I'm pretty?" she asked.

Dean nodded.

"You want to fuck me?" Lucy asked.

Dean swallowed hard and nodded again. He wanted her as much as he had wanted Hillary earlier.

"Take your clothes off, then," Lucy said.

Dean kept staring at her, unable to move.

"You going to stand there, or are you going to get naked?" Lucy asked, pouting. "I thought you wanted to fuck me."

Trembling, Dean started taking his clothes off.

"Everything," Lucy said. "Take everything off."

Dean did.

"Go lock the door," Lucy told him.

Dean turned around and did. When he again turned to Lucy, he stared. The girl was nude, too, and lying on the bed.

She held her arms out to him. "Fuck me," she said. "Seeing as how that's what you're here for."

Rapidly, Dean moved to the bed and joined the beautiful young thing. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her; delighted that she returned his kiss ardently. At least she wasn't like Hillary in that respect. Her tongue lashed his, lighting fires of ecstasy in him.

Lucy was thrilled. This wasn't the first man her stepmother had shared with her, and she knew he wouldn't be the last. He wasn't like the others, though. He wasn't a muscle-bound aerobics instructor or brain-dead tennis pro; this guy was a lawyer. She moaned softly, thrusting her tongue deeper into his mouth while she felt his hands moving over her body.

Dean was wild. He broke off the kiss and moved his lips to Lucy's breasts. They were finely formed, petite orbs of flesh, firm, with deep pink areolas, from which extended large nipples. Dean sucked first one nipple, then the other, hearing Lucy cry out in delight as he did. His hands clutched at her bottom, squeezing it, sliding between it, seeking her cunt. She pressed tighter against him, her body hot.

"Yessss!!! Oh, yessssss!!!" the teenager groaned while the lawyer's lips drove her wild. This guy sure knew how to use his lips on her tits! She parted her legs as his hand slid over them, then her body jolted when he began exploring her need-moistened cunt. "Ahhhhhhhh!!! Yeahhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhh!!!" she cried.

Dean pushed the slim teen onto her back and laid atop her, his lips punishing her nipples, his fingers thrusting into her soaking pussy. Her body writhed, her hands pulled at him, and her legs scissored, capturing his hand, forcing it against her even harder.

Lucy was thrilled by what Dean was doing to her. She'd loved sex ever since Hillary had the tennis pro break her in when she was thirteen. This guy was the best lover she'd had yet! He seemed to know just where to touch her, just what to do to really turn her on! And his lips were incredible! Her boobs felt like they were going to explode right off her chest!

Dean couldn't wait any longer. He had to have this tender young thing! He grasped his cock, positioned it at the opening to her cunt then drove powerfully into her lean young body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Lucy cried when Dean's thick cock slid into her. She locked her legs behind his and thrust against him. "Fuck me!!! Fuck meeeeeee!!! Yeahhhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she cried. Her body strained wildly against his.

Dean couldn't remember the last time he'd had a woman as tight and sweet as this teenager; and as wild. Lucy's movements were so frantic she almost bucked him off. Her snug young pussy milked his cock, removing any vestiges of control he might have had. "Annnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" he groaned when his molten fluids gushed out of him, into her welcoming cunt.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!! My God!!!! So hot!!! Oh, Jesus!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Lucy cried. Her body shook and strained as orgasm raced through it.

When his eruptions ended, Dean laid atop the teenager, getting himself under control, then he rolled off and lay on his back, still gasping, shaken by the intensity of his coming. He'd never expected to experience anything like this!

The bed moved, then soft hands cupped his flaccid cock. Dean raised his head and looked down in time to see his semi-hard cock disappearing into Lucy's young mouth. She began sucking him and he felt thrills again begin to shoot through his body. He couldn't believe this was happening!

Slowly, insistently, Lucy worked on Dean, and his cock again came to life and passion once more spread through his body, threatening to overwhelm him. He moaned and laid back, letting the joy of what she was doing wash over him.

Lucy had been introduced to the pleasures of fellatio by Hillary and had grown to enjoy it. While Dean's cock swelled and stiffened, filling her mouth, she felt thrills roiling in her. The aerobics instructor taught her how to deep-throat a man, and she did that to Dean, delighted by his fervent groans.

Hillary, her face flushed, her chest heaving, stood in the doorway of Lucy's room, watching her stepdaughter suck Dean's cock. The little minx sure was good at that! Lucy had also seemed to enjoy having Dean fuck her, much to Hillary's delight. She continued watching as the teenager drove Dean wilder and wilder.

Lucy finally let the huge column of flesh slide from her mouth. She slid up over the panting, groaning man, grasped his stiff pole, and lowered herself on it. He had the biggest cock she'd ever had in her!

Dean opened his eyes and watched as the girl skewered herself on him. When he was fully in her, she began moving her hips, driving him wild. He reached up and cupped her young breasts, thumbing the nipples, bringing loud groans of delight from the girl. At least she let him touch her. He thrust his hips up off the bed, driving into the teenager's tight snatch.

Lucy loved being on top because it made her feel more like she was in control. She felt Dean's huge pole lashing her insides and moaned softly. She'd never get enough fucking, never!

Even though he'd already come twice, Dean felt himself rocketing toward his third explosion of joy. As he jammed himself into Lucy and teased her young breasts, he could tell from the look on her face that she, too, was about to explode. Then her body stiffened, her hips gyrated wildly, and she began to cry out.

"Annnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Annnnnnhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Annnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh!!!!!!! Annnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh!!" the teenager's cry of ecstasy echoed through the room as she dissolved into paroxysms of bliss.

"Yeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Dean yelled, erupting into Lucy once again.

Sated, Lucy fell on top of Dean and lay there, limp in his arms as his cock softened and slid from her. Their combined juices oozed from her and dripped onto his balls.

"You performed admirably, Dean," Hillary said, entering the room, smiling at the shocked look on Dean's face. "Most admirably. I doubt Lucy has ever been that satisfied before."

She sat down on the bed, reached out her hand, and began stroking the teenager's bare back.

Dean thought there was nothing Hillary could do that would surprise him, but she proved him wrong. Her unexpected appearance in Lucy's room intrigued and excited him. What was she going ask him to do next?

"Get off the bed and sit in that chair over there, Dean," Hillary told him, gesturing toward a chair in the corner of the room, well away from the bed.

Dean rolled to one side, gently deposited the luscious teenager on the bed, then he got up and walked to the chair, his legs wobbly. With a sigh, he sank into it.

Hillary stood up and shed her robe. Dean was surprised to find she wore nothing under it. She again sat down on the bed, next to the slumbering teenager. Her slim arm moved out and she began stroking the girl's soft skin.

Dean gulped. Was Hillary intending to do what he thought she was?

"Did you enjoy yourself with Lucy?" Hillary whispered as her hand continued caressing the teenager, who still lay dead to the world.

Dean nodded. "Ah...yes...I-I did," he croaked.

"She's learned her lessons well, don't you think?" Hillary said. "I've arranged for her to have excellent instructors. You were one of them, Dean, and I have to say you did a masterful job. She's never been like this afterward."

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You...you mean you...?" he stammered.

"Of course," Hillary replied. "What is a mother's - even a step-mother's - duty, if it isn't to educate and care for her children. I couldn't allow her to learn about sex from some pimply-faced fumbling teenage boy in the back of a car, now could I?"

"I-I guess not," Dean said.

"I have another treat in store for you, Dean," Hillary said. "I'm going to allow you to do something I've never, ever allowed anyone to do before."

Dean barely heard her. His total concentration was on Hillary's hand, which kept moving over Lucy's lovely body. He preferred participating in sex to watching, but here, in this other worldly house, he found himself wanting to watch, wanting to very much!

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Lucy moaned softly. She stirred, then rolled on her back and looked at Hillary. "Did I do good, Hillary?" she asked softly.

"You were wonderful, my darling!" Hillary purred. "Magnificent!"

"He was as good as you said he'd be," Lucy said. "I've never felt like that! It was awesome!"

"I told you Dean was a masterful lover, didn't I?" Hillary murmured. Her hand was sliding over the teenager's breasts. She tweaked each nipple with her long crimson fingernails and the nubile woman-child gasped and shuddered.

"Ohhhhhhh!!! Hillary!!! Are you going to make me feel good, too?" Lucy moaned.

"Of course, I am," Hillary replied, "Don't I always take good care of you, my darling?"

"Yesssss!!! Oh, yessss!!! You sure do!" Lucy cooed. "You always do!"

Hillary bent and sucked one protruding nipple between her thin red lips. The teenager's hands tangled in the older woman's hair, her back arched, and a passionate moan issued from her.

Dean realized he was being allowed to watch the most erotic performance he'd ever seen and. Wild-eyed, he gazed at the two women and his cock began to swell and grow once more. He gripped the arms of the chair and leaned forward, wanting to see everything.

Hillary continued kissing and stroking Lucy's body. Her touch was feather-light, her long-nailed fingers slid gently, but urgently over the teenager's soft, supple skin. She kissed the teen's nipples, leaving the girl babbling mindlessly, her legs trembling, her hips rising and falling.

As Dean watched, the dark-haired older woman touched, fondled, and teased the teenager, bringing her to ever-higher plateaus of delight. Hillary's lips ventured over the teen's slim form, kissing her everywhere, making the child's moans of joy grow still louder and more urgent.

Dean wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself, so exhilarating was the action unfolding in front of his eyes.

Lucy felt as if she was in heaven. Each touch of Hillary's lips and fingers drove her wilder and wilder. The fact that Dean Abbott was watching added to the exhilaration the teenager was experiencing. She and Hillary had done this many times before, but this was the first time her stepmother had ever let anyone watch. Having the lawyer there made this really exciting! She felt her body quaking and shivering as Hillary's insistent caresses moved over it. Her stepmother's lips were entering her sparse pubic forest, and Lucy's hips rose off the bed in response.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Hillary!!! Hillary!!! Eat me!!! Please!!! I want your tongue!!!" the teenager cried. Her slim arms flailed against the bed.

Dean, panting, watched Hillary move between her stepdaughter's slender, quivering legs. Then her face descend into the teen's center. He heard Lucy's cries of ecstasy, and observed the frantic writhing of the fifteen year-old's body as Hillary bestowed pleasure on her.

"Can't wait!!! Oh, God!!!! I can't wait!!! I gotta come!!! Oh, damn, I'm commmminnnnnngggggg!!!! Gaaaaahhhhhhhddddd!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Lucy wailed, her body twisting and turning feverishly as she exploded into wild fits of ecstasy.

Dean kept watching, fluids seeping from his straining, throbbing cock, while Hillary licked and sucked her stepdaughter until the girl lay still. When Lucy was finally quiet, Hillary sat back and looked over at Dean.

"Did you like watching us make love, Dean?" she asked, her voice cool and steady, belying the flush of passion that had spread over her body.

Dean, unable to speak, nodded. Unconsciously, he had begun stroking his cock while he was watching them, and he continued to do so while he talked with Hillary.

Hillary saw what he was doing, shook her head and made a clucking sound. "No, no, Dean, don't do that," she purred. "Keep your hands on the arms of the chair. You'll have your turn, believe me, you'll most assuredly have your turn." She stretched sinuously then she laid down on the bed next to the teenager.

Lucy also stretched then she rolled on her side and began fondling her stepmother.

"I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel, Hillary!" Lucy purred, her voice filled with passion.

"Go ahead, my darling," Hillary replied, "Show Dean how really talented you are."

Gripping the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles were white, Dean sat and watched. This time it was Lucy's turn to perform. Her lips captured Hillary's small, but surprisingly long nipples and the older woman groaned with joy.

"Yess!!! Oh, my darling yesss!!!" Hillary moaned, "Show our guest how wonderful you can make me feel!!"

Dean watched, transfixed, as the girl suckled her stepmother's nipples, something he'd never been allowed to do. While she did that, Lucy slid her tiny hand between the older woman's legs and began massaging her stepmother's pussy. Hillary's long, lean legs flailed and loud groans came from her ruby lips.

Lucy loved the way her stepmother always responded to her caresses. She abandoned Hillary's breasts and kissed her way down over her stepmother's lean, angular form, while the older woman shook and groaned with joy.

Dean, unable to do anything else, watched. As he did, juices continuing to seep from his cock and his chest heaved as he struggled for breath.

Lucy moved between Hillary's out-stretched legs and began licking and sucking the older woman's cunt. Hillary went wild.

"Oh, yesssss!!! Yessssss!!! Yessssss!!!!" Hillary cried, "That's it, my darling!!! Make Mommy come!!! Eeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Eeeeeeyaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

When Hillary's wild flailing finally stilled, she rolled on her side and smiled at Dean. "Did you enjoy what you've been watching, Dean?" she murmured.

Again, Dean found himself unable to speak and nodded.

"Dean, would you like to make love to Lucy again?" Hillary asked.

Dean gulped and nodded some more.

Hillary gestured toward her stepdaughter, who lay next to her on the bed. "What are you waiting for, Dean?" she said. "She's yours, take her."

With a groan, Dean lurched out of the chair, lumbered to the bed, and fell on the teenager. He stabbed his rigid cock into Lucy, grunting like a wild beast, and began to hammer into her, feeling her pliant body moving under his.

Lucy knew this would be the finale, it had to be, she couldn't take much more! She loved the wild way the man was fucking her and, in fact, found herself loving being fucked this way. She clawed at Dean's back, her long fingernails leaving crimson trails on his skin while he pounded her against the bed with his hips. She'd be sore as hell afterward, but she'd feel awfully good before that! The massive schlong plowing her brutally was quickly pulling her trigger of joy.

"Yyyyyyeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiii!!!! Yyeeeeeeeiiiiiiiii!!!" she screamed when her orgasm exploded. "Aaaaaayyyyeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Aaaaayyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! Aaaaayyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! Aaaaayyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!"

"Gaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Dean groaned, erupting powerfully, his hips still thudding against Lucy.

Hillary watched the two people hammer out their joy and smiled contentedly.

With a final grunt, Dean collapsed atop the teenager. He didn't feel Hillary stroking his back. He was unconscious.



The Predator Ch. 21



Len was on his way back to the fire station after a call. It was lunch time, and Marion's house was nearby so, on impulse, he decided to stop and have lunch with her. He picked up the radio mike and pressed the "transmit" button.

"James County Emergency Operations Center from Medic One," he said.

"James County Emergency Operations Center on, go ahead, Medic one," came the reply.

"I'll be out at 2125 Jenkins street, personal," he said. "On the air and available."

"James County Emergency Operations Center copies, Medic One," the dispatcher replied. "You'll be out at 2125 Jenkins, on the air and available."

Len turned from Main Street onto Jenkins Street and started toward Marion's house. Now that Marion and her husband were getting a divorce, it was possible for Len's relationship with her to be more open. He smiled, thinking how pleased she'd be that he was stopping for lunch, even though he'd be seeing her when he got off duty in a few hours.

Len drove down the street and saw an unfamiliar car sitting in Marion's driveway. "Whose car is that?" the young paramedic wondered. It was a ratty old thing, and it looked as if someone was sitting behind the wheel.

Len picked up the radio mike. "James County Emergency Operations Center from Medic One," he said.

"James County Emergency Operations Center on, go ahead, Medic One," the dispatcher responded.

"Are there any available police units near Jenkins?" Len asked.

"What's the problem, Medic One?" the dispatcher inquired.

"Possible suspicious activity at 2125 Jenkins," Len said.

"I'll check and see if there's a P.D. unit available and have them swing over that way," the dispatcher advised him.

Len braked the rescue squad to a stop at the curb in front of Marion's house. He grabbed his portable radio and opened the door.

"Medic One from James County Emergency Operations," the dispatcher said.

Len, standing outside his truck, keyed the microphone on his portable radio. "Medic One, go ahead James County EOC," he said.

"Police are enroute, ETA five minutes," the dispatcher advised him.

"I copy," Len said. "I'm off at that location."

"Copy, Medic One, you're off at 2125 Jenkins," the dispatcher said.

When Mel Ott, who was sitting in the car in front of Marion Norris's house, saw the fire department rescue truck coming down the street, he was frightened. He thought it was the cops at first. "It's just a fuckin' fire truck," he muttered to himself as the vehicle moved down the street. "I wish Pete would fuckin' hurry up." He was nervous. He wasn't sure why he told Pete he'd do this. He sure as hell wasn't going to need the five hundred bucks Pete was paying him.

Pete Butler had called him earlier in the day. "You busy?" the big man asked.

"Nah," Mel replied.

"You want to make five hundred bucks?" Pete asked.

"You wanna party with sweetie again, is that it, Pete?" Mel asked.

"Maybe later, after I take care of some other business," Pete replied. "I need somebody to drive for me. You wanna do it or not?"

"Sure, why not?" Mel replied. After all, five hundred bucks was five hundred bucks, a man could never have too much money. "What have I got to do, kill somebody?"

"All you gotta do is drive the car," Pete told him. "I'll do the killin'. I'll pick you up at eleven."

Promptly at eleven, Pete showed up at the motel where Mel was staying. "Let's go," he said, impatiently, "I need to get this done." He slid across the front seat of the beat-up old car he was driving, so Mel could get behind the wheel.

"Where are we going?" Mel asked.

"Place over on Jenkins," Pete told him. "2125."

Mel drove across town to the up-scale neighborhood and found the address Pete had given him.

"Pull in the driveway," Pete told him. "If anybody comes, give me three blasts from the horn. I'll be right out. You got that?"

"Anybody comes, give you three blasts on the horn," Mel said. "What are you gonna be doin', anyhow, Pete?"

"Lawyer I know put me in touch with a guy needed somethin' done," Pete told him. "That's all you gotta know." He glowered at Mel. "You got any problem with that?"

"Yeah, OK, man, it's cool," Mel said. "No problem."

"Be out in a few minutes," Pete said after Mel pulled into the driveway of the house. He got out of the car and walked around to the back of the house.

When the fire truck stopped in front of the house only moments after Pete had gone into the back yard, Mel didn't know what to do. It wasn't the cops, it was the fire department, and it was only one guy, a young nigger fireman. "Goddamn niggers," Mel thought. "They get all the fuckin' good jobs!"

Marion was in the kitchen, taking the dishes out of the dishwasher, when the door flew open and a huge man wearing a black ski mask over his face burst into the house. She screamed and started backing across the kitchen as the man came toward her.

Len had just finished talking to the dispatcher when he heard Marion's scream. He bolted from the truck and started running toward the house, holding his portable radio to his mouth.

"EOC from Medic One!" he yelled. "Get the cops here now! I have a woman screaming at this location."

Mel heard the woman's screams and saw the young black firefighter start running toward the house, holding a radio to his mouth. Thinking surprisingly quickly, he started the car, put it in reverse, and leaned on the horn.

"Jamestown EOC to Medic One," the dispatcher said as Len sprinted toward the house.

Len wasn't thinking about his own safety, all he knew was that Marion was in trouble. He heard the car in the driveway starting and the horn start to blow, but he ignored that and ran by the car.

"Go ahead, EOC," he panted.

"Police are responding Code three, should be there any second," the dispatcher said.

"Copy, EOC," Len gasped. He turned the corner at the garage and started for Marion's back door.

Pete heard the sound of the car horn and figured something was up. "You ain't seen the last of me, bitch," he growled at Marion then he turned and left the house. As he ran toward the front of the house, he almost bumped into Len.

Pete saw the badge and uniform and thought it was a cop. Without breaking stride, he swung his arm, hit the guy, and saw him fall. He kept going, got in the car, and felt it jolt as Mel put it in gear. "Get the fuck goin'!" he yelled.

Mel didn't need to be told twice. He backed out of the driveway, jammed the car in "drive", then he squealed down the street.

Bumping into the man knocked Len off balance, so when the fist hit his shoulder, it didn't hurt much, but it did send him tumbling into the bushes next to Marion's garage. As he fell, his portable radio dropped from his hand.

He struggled to get out of the bushes and back to his feet, and started looking for the radio. Spotting it, he grabbed it continued toward Marion's back door, putting the radio to his mouth. "EOC from Medic One," he panted.

"James County EOC, go ahead, Medic One," the dispatcher replied.

"The suspects have fled the scene," he told the dispatcher. "Two white males, driving a black over blue Olds Cutlass, probably early eighties model. I didn't get a plate number."

The sound of a wailing siren came closer, then tires squealed out in front of the house.

"Tell the officers I'm at the back of the house," Len said into his radio as he walked up onto Marion's back porch and into the house.

He found Marion leaning against the kitchen counter, white as a ghost, her eyes wide. When she saw Len, she bolted across the room and wrapped her arms around him.

"Medic One, you OK?" a male voice yelled from outside.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm inside," Len said, putting one arm around Marion. "The bad guys split."

An hour later, Len, who left Marion's house and headed back to the fire station to drop off the squad. The police had interviewed both he and Marion, but seemed to believe the attempted attack had been a random act of violence. Since the attacker threatened to return, they did suggest that Marion go somewhere where she'd be safer for a while.

That was easy enough to arrange. When Len headed back to the fire station, his friend, Sergeant Tim Jackman, the detective investigating the attack, drove Marion to Len's apartment. Even if Len's roommate hadn't been off on a temporary assignment at a fire station in another part of the county, he would have insisted Marion go there just the same.

Tim Jackman, whose wife and Marion were good friends, was one of the few people who had known about their affair for some time. He liked Marion, and was happy that his friend had found someone he really cared for. The fact that Marion was older than Len, and that they were of different races, made not one bit of difference to Tim.

Len dropped the squad off at the station, updated his relief on what had happened during his shift then he headed home.

When Marion got to Len's apartment, Tim Jackman escorted her to the door. "Keep it locked," he advised her. "Don't let anybody in until Len gets home."

"I-I will," Marion replied. "Thank you so much, Tim."

"No problem," the young detective replied. "Just doing my job."

After the officer left, Marion took a bath, put on a nightgown, and got into bed. She was beat and thought it would be OK to lie down and rest until Len got home. Without intending to, she fell asleep.

While she slept, she began having a wonderful dream. A hand was gently, insistently, caressing her breasts through her nightgown, teasing first one nipple, then the other, sliding softly over any skin not covered by her nightgown. It felt wonderful! And very real!

Powerful waves of pleasure washed over her. The hand slid into her nightgown and cupped one breast. Her stiffening nipple pressed against the cupped palm of her dream lover. God, it felt so real!

"Mmmmm!" Marion moaned, she jumped when she realized she was no longer asleep. She opened her eyes, frightened, then relaxed. It was Len! "Ohhhhhh!!! Darling, I'm so glad you're home," she murmured as his roving hand continued to stir her deeply.

"I'm glad I'm home, too," Len told her. He lowered his face to hers and their lips met, tongues entwining, in torrid fusion. Her arms slid around his neck, pulling him against her.

They finally broke the kiss, their chests heaving. Len stretched out on the bed next to Marion and she snuggled against him, loving how safe it felt to have his arms around her.

Len's hands resumed their delightful exploration of her body, warming her, thrilling her, pushing the memory of what had happened earlier out of her mind, replacing memories of that frightening event with powerful need.

"Oh, Len! Love me!" she moaned, "I need you so badly!" She pulled his face to hers and they kissed again.

Len's hands continued to roam over her, rousing her, building her need. He pulled her nightgown up and, with her help, got it off.

Marion's fingers went to the buttons of Len's uniform shirt and soon he was naked, too, and his warm, nude body was pressing against hers. His erection poked between her trembling thighs.

"I want you, Len! I need you!!" she told him, "Now! I can't wait! Please, Len! Take me!"

Len rolled on top of her, his legs sliding between hers. His erection rubbed against her vaginal lips.

The sensations Marion received were so exquisitely sweet they brought tears to her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Len asked, concerned, when he saw the tears appear. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, no, no! I-I'm crying because I'm so happy," Marion replied quickly. "It's...it's just that you make me feel so good! I need you so badly!" She pressed herself against him, her body moving urgently.

Len moved his hips and his shaft slid easily into her.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, lover! Yesssss!!!!" Marion moaned as Len's swollen ebony stave stretched and filled her. When he began moving slowly, she could feel every inch of his wand as it pressed into her then withdrew. She raised her legs and locked them behind Len, pulling him tight against her. Her hips rotated and his fullness lashed around inside her, caressing the sensitive walls of her vagina. Her clit rubbed deliciously against his pubic bone.

"Lover! Lover! Lover!" she cried, "Oh God! You feel so good in me! I love the way you fill me! Nobody, nobody, nobody ever made me feel this way! Oh, God, Len, I love you!"

They approached climax, their locked bodies writhing and straining, their lips connected, tongues sliding snake-like against one another, the fires of passion burning fiercely.

"Len! Oh, Len! Take me!! Take me!! Please take me!!!" Marion cried, "Please, Len!!!!!! I need you!!!" Her orgasm began then she felt his torrid juices exploding into her. "Yessss!!! Oh, darling!!! Yessss!!! Yessss!!! Need you!!! I neeed you so bad!!! Arrrrrhhhhh!!! Arrrrhhhhh!!! Fill meeeee!!!! Filll meeeeeeee!!!! I love you!!! Oh, oh,I love you!!!"

They lay in each other's arms afterward and Marion once more realized that what made their lovemaking so special, was the fact that they really cared for each other. Love did make a difference. "I love you so much," she told Len, "You're wonderful, and I love you!"

"I love you, too." Len kissed her. "I want to be with you always."

"Why...why were you at...at my house when...when that awful man showed up today?" she asked.

"I was on my way back from a run and decided to stop for and have lunch with you," Len said. "When I saw that car in front of your house, I thought something might be wrong, so I asked EOC to send the cops."

"God, am I ever glad you did!" Marion said. She kissed him and hugged him fiercely. "If you hadn't shown up, I-I don't know what would have happened to me." She shuddered.

"I wish I knew who the guy was," Len said, his eyes aflame. "I'd like to kill him!"

"No, Len!" Marion exclaimed. She put her hand on his arm. "That's not the answer. He...he seemed so cruel, so big! As it was, you almost got hurt! The police will catch him, that's their job."

"I hope the cops do catch those two bastards. Those two assholes can't get away with this!" Len snapped.

"All we can do is wait until the police arrest them," Marion said. "I'll be safe here. You can protect me."

"I'm sure as hell going to try," Len told her. "And you know, since you're here, there are some important things we ought to do."

"What important things?" Marion asked.

"Things like this," Len said. He rolled on top of her and began to nibble her nipples, which quickly rose to full, tingling, turgidity. Then his lips started venturing over her body.

"Ahhhh!!!" Marion groaned. Her hips arched off the bed when Len's tongue speared into her vagina, shooting lightning bolts of ecstasy into her. Her legs clamped around his head and her hips rocked. He grabbed her buttocks.

"Lover!!!! Oh, lover!!!! Ohhhh!!! Ohhhh!!! Ohhhh!!!" Marion moaned, "Oh, Len!!!! My sweet man!!! Yessssssss!!! Yessssss!!!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!!!" She shuddered while pleasure exploded deep within her, radiating out through her body.

Len didn't stop until Marion lay limp and spent. He kissed her belly softly, then slid up next to her and pulled her into his arms.

"My God, Len, that was wonderful!" Marion murmured. She hugged him, loving the feel of his body against hers.

"I thought so, too," Len said, then he kissed her.

Marion began to slide her hands over his smooth sable skin. He felt so wonderful!

"Ohhhh!!" Len moaned, "You sure do know how to touch me!" He rolled on his back and Marion continued stroking his warm flesh. 

She kissed his maroon nipples, drawing them out, feeling them harden between her lips. It was lovely, and the way his body shook and twitched, she knew Len loved what she was doing as much as she loved doing it.

"You're...Ahhh!!!...driving me...Ohhhh!!!...crazy!" Len moaned.

Marion took his ebony shaft in her hand and began to stroke it gently. Then she bent and began to lick up and down the sides, until it was glistening with her saliva.

Len writhed and moaned in ecstasy as she attended to him. "Yessss!!!" he moaned, "Ohhhh, Marion!!! Yessss!!!"

Marion lowered her head over Len's swollen shaft, lettingthe wedge-shaped tip part her lips, then slide into her mouth. As it entered, she licked it with her tongue. Up and down her head moved, the veined skin caressing her lips delightfully.

"Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!!" Len moaned. "In you!!! Oh, God, Marion!!! I need to be in you!!!"

Marion let his erection slide from her mouth and climbed atop him, trembling with need. Slowly, she impaled herself on his shaft. "Ohhhh, Len!!!" she moaned. "It always feels so good to have you in me!!"

"Yessss!!!!" Len groaned in response. "Yessss!!! Feels good!!! Oh, God, it feels so good!"

Slowly Marion rocked her hips, causing both of them to experience indescribable pleasure. Len's erection massaged her insides, touching her in places she'd never been touched before. She leaned forward, supporting her weight on her outstretched arms. As her breasts swung toward his face, Len lifted his head and caught one turgid nipple between his lips. The sensations resulting from his action sent Marion spiraling into bliss.

"Aggggghhhhhh!!!! Comminnngggg!!! Darling!!! Darling!!! I'm commminnngggggg!!!!" she cried, "So sweet!!! Ohhhhhhhh!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! So...So sweet!!! My darling!!! My lover!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"

Len groaned, too, locking his arms around her, his hips jolting, as he came. He blasted his essence into her, bathing her insides with warmth.

Finished, they lay in each other's arms, enjoying the after-glow of their shared delight and, eventually, they fell asleep.



The Predator Ch. 22



"That...that man called today," William Atherton's secretary told Alex. It was clear from her tone of voice that she hadn't enjoyed taking Mel Ott's call. "I told him exactly what you asked me to. He didn't like it, but he said he'd be here in the morning."

Alex had stopped by the Atherton and Son Investment Services office to check if Mel Ott had actually taken the next step in his attempt to blackmail William Atherton. It was the step that would, Alex hoped, lead to Ott's arrest and incarceration.

"Good," Alex said. "If he shows up, we'll get him."

"I certainly hope so," Atherton's secretary said. "The sooner that man is in jail, the better I'll like it. He gives me the creeps." She seemed to realize something. "My goodness! You'll be arresting him right here, won't you? Will...will Mr. Atherton and I be in any danger?"

"As a matter of fact, I was just going to discuss that with you," Alex said. "I believe I've come up with a way of handling this that won't expose either you or Mr. Atherton to danger. I plan to have a female detective fill in for you when Ott's here."

The gray-haired woman looked somewhat relieved. "Shall I call Mr. Atherton and tell him to be here tomorrow morning?" she asked. "He did leave a number where I can reach him."

Alex shook his head. "You don't have to call him. He's already in his office." Seeing the puzzled look on the secretary's face, he smiled. "Look, I'll go into his office and tell him we're doing a run-through of what will happen tomorrow. You come in, as if you're Mr. Ott, all right?"

"How...how did Mr. Atherton get here without my seeing him?" the extremely confused secretary asked. "I-I've been here all day and..."

Alex, grinning, held up his hand to silence her. "I'm going into his office now," he said. "Give me a couple of minutes to explain what we're doing to Mr. Atherton, then you come in."

"All...all right," she said.

Alex walked into Atherton's empty office, went around behind Atherton's desk, and sank into the huge, lush executive chair that sat there. Then he turned the chair around so the high back was to the door. Only the top of his head showed above the chair. He'd noticed the other day that he and Atherton had the same hair color, and combed their hair pretty much the same, too. And he figured Ott wasn't sharp enough to notice the difference anyhow.

A few moments later, the door opened. "Mr. Atherton!" the secretary said. "I had no idea you were here. Why didn't you tell me?" She paused. "Where did that detective go?"

Alex turned around in the chair to face the shocked secretary. "He's right here," he said.

"It...it was you!" she said. "Then Mr. Atherton isn't here?"

Alex nodded. "I don't want to put any civilians in danger if I don't have to. If I fooled you," he said, "I should be able to fool Ott, don't you think?"

"Well, yes," the secretary said. "But...what if you have to talk? You don't sound anything like Mr. Atherton."

Alex smiled. "Our lab technician will be by later today to take care of that," he explained.

"Oh!" the secretary said.

"What time did you tell Ott to be here tomorrow?" Alex asked.

"Eight-thirty, just as you told me," the secretary said.

"My people and I will be here at seven to get things ready," Alex told her.

"I'll come in early to let you in," the secretary said.

"Thanks," Alex said.

He left Atherton's office and drove back to headquarters. He'd just gotten settled behind his desk when Tim Jackman walked into his office.

"How's the investigation into that assault on the woman who lives over on Jenkins going?" Alex asked the young detective.

Tim shrugged. "A deputy sheriff found a car matching the description we got from Len in some woods outside of town," he said. "No prints on it, though. Owner reported it stolen a couple hours before the assault occurred. I got the state police lab to go over it for us. I just talked to them, and they haven't found anything so far."

"To be honest with you, Tim, I'm not surprised," Alex said. "If it was just a random house-break, we'll have to wait until the bad guys hit again."

"I don't know," Tim said. "I'm not sure that's what it was."

Alex didn't, either, but he didn't tell Tim that. He wanted to see how his newest detective thought. "Why not?" he asked.

"Well," Tim said, looking a bit uncertain, "I checked our reports back three weeks. I didn't find a single report where the M.O. was the same."

"That's good as far as it goes," Alex said. "But what if the other times these guys have hit, nobody's been home?"

"I thought about that, too," Tim replied. "But burglars usually want to get in and out as quickly as possible. And most of them case the places they're going to hit pretty carefully so they don't run into their victims." He anticipated what Alex was going to say next. "I know kids sometimes hit places randomly, but these guys weren't kids. They were adults, and the guy outside was a lookout. They even had a signal set up."

"If you're right," Alex said, "Why that house? Is there some reason Mrs. Norris might be a target?"

"I haven't figured that out, yet," Tim said. "Her husband was involved in a DUI crash a while back, and screwed up a lady's life pretty badly. It could be it was somebody looking for revenge."

"But Mrs. Norris is getting a divorce, isn't she? She kicked her husband out, right?" Alex said.

Tim smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, that's true," he said. "It was just an idea. I'm going to go out and talk to Marion again, see if she has any ideas."

Alex smiled. "You're doing good work on this, Tim," he said. "Keep it up."

"Thanks," Tim said, flushing a little. He walked out of Alex's office and back to his desk.

Alex picked up his phone and dialed Jennifer's number. "I have this fantastic gourmet meatloaf recipe I'd like you to taste," he said when she answered the phone. "You interested?"

"I'd love to try it. I love meatloaf," Jennifer told him. Actually, she'd never had meatloaf in her life, but if Alex wanted to make it for her, she wanted to try it. "What time?"

"I'm heading home now," Alex said. "If you're there by six, the meatloaf should be just about ready to come out of the oven."

"I'll see you at six," Jennifer said.

Later that evening, Alex and Jennifer walked toward his house from the barn. After sharing the excellent dinner he made, they went out to the barn so he could show her a woodworking project he was busy with, a re-creation of an oak roll-top desk.

"It's a really nice night. Want to go for a walk?" Alex asked.

"I'd love to," Jennifer said.

As they walked into the woods surrounding his house, Alex took Jennifer's hand.

"I really like being with you, Alex," she said, squeezing his hand.

"I like being with you, too," Alex replied, "but I guess that's understandable, since I'm in love with you."

Jennifer was thrilled to hear his words. It was the first time he'd ever said them to her. "I-I'm in love with you, too, Alex," she replied. "I-I wasn't sure I'd ever say that to anyone after my divorce...or ever have anyone to say it to."

"I know how you felt," Alex said. "For a long time after my divorce I didn't think I'd ever be able to love anyone again."

Alex stopped, turned, and pulled Jennifer into his arms.

Jennifer looked up at him and their lips met. She was acutely aware that somehow, the kiss felt different, weird as that might be. The passion and need she felt for Alex was still there, but there was much more than that, too. For the first time in her life, she was really in love, and had someone who really loved her. She'd begun to think this might never happen to her. Her arms tightened around Alex.

They sank to the forest floor, their hands moving over each other, tugging at clothing, loosening it, striving for contact with the flesh under it. Both of them knew this time things would be different, that it was - somehow - the start of a new chapter of their lives.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Jennifer murmured when Alex's hand slid under her blouse onto a swelling breast. His fingers teased the nipple into titillating stiffness and need filled her. "I need you, Alex!" she whispered.

"I need you, too!" Alex replied as he continued to strip her clothes from her.

Jennifer lay, nude and beautiful, on a cushion of leaves and pine needles on the forest floor while Alex quickly removed his clothes and moved atop her, his bulky body casting a shadow in the moonlight gleaming on her.

Jennifer sighed and, trembling, awaited his entry.

Alex grasped his erect cock and placed it between the lips of Jennifer's vagina. Then, he lowered himself slowly and Jennifer, who'd had experienced so many wild new experiences with him in the past few weeks, had another one. She was being filled and possessed by a man who loved her, and who she loved in return. All of what she'd experienced before paled by comparison. This was love, what loving someone was all about! Tears flowed from her eyes and rolled down her lovely cheeks.

Alex saw her tears and was concerned. "Is something wrong, honey? I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked.

"Oh, God, no!" Jennifer replied. "I'm...I'm so happy!!! This is so wonderful!"

Her hips strained off the ground, meeting his invasion and her body quaked from the sensations his probing cock elicited in her. "Ohhhh!!! My darling!!! My darling!!!" she cried as her peak neared.

Alex, too, was suffused with a new and different kind of urgency. He, too, understood that things between them had changed drastically, and it was wonderful! He almost felt like he was making love for the first time and was aware he had little control over his body. Something let loose inside him, his body shook, and his hips began moving even faster.

"Oh, God!!! Jennifer!!!" he cried, and came. What he felt was more delightful than anything he had ever experienced before!

"Yessssss!!! Oh, Alex!!! Yesssssss!!!" Jennifer replied, her orgasm triggered by the powerful splash of his torrid fluids inside her, "Take meeeeeeee!!! Take meeeeeee!!! I...I love youuuuuu!!! I love youuuuuuuuuuuuu!!! I love youuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!"

Later, their clothes back on, they headed back to his house.

"God!" Jennifer said softly, squeezing his hand. "Was that as wonderful for you as it was for me?"

"I think it probably was," Alex replied. "I-I've never experienced anything quite like it."

They went into the house and made themselves comfortable on Alex's sofa.

"How is that case you're working on going?" Jennifer asked. "The one involving Mel Ott."

"I expect to make an arrest in the morning," Alex told her.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "You really are a good detective, aren't you?"

"Dealing with criminals as stupid as Mel Ott makes it easy for a cop to look good," he responded. "So are you going to tell me about this farm manager you hired? You said he used to work on the farm when you were a kid. He an ex-boyfriend, or something?"

"Don't tell me you're jealous," Jennifer replied. "You don't have to be, you know. Tom and I were friends. I only knew him for a couple of months then he left. Besides, he's married and has a son Donna's age." When she mentioned Donna that reminded her of how odd the girl had acted the other day.

"That reminds me," she said, "I invited Donna to move out to the farm."

"Good idea, she seems like a nice kid," Alex said. "She like that?"

"Actually, her reaction was a bit odd," Jennifer said. "She seemed really excited at first, then she started acting hesitant and said she had to think about it. She said she had friends in town, and wasn't sure moving to the farm would be such a good idea."

"I can see where she might feel like that," Alex said. "A girl her age probably has an active social life."

"I'm not so sure that's true in Donna's case," Jennifer said. "She usually works a lot later than she has to, and seems to hate going home. It's as if she likes being on the farm more than she likes being in her apartment. And she never talks about boys she's dating. If she really doesn't have an active social live, then why didn't she jump at the chance to move out to the farm?"

"She's on probation, isn't she?" Alex said. "Maybe she has to check with her probation officer before she moves."

"That's not what she said," Jennifer replied. "Although I never really thought about that. You don't think it would be a problem, do you?"

"I doubt it," Alex said. "Look, honey, you did all you can do. You can't force her to move out here."

"I know," Jennifer said. "But I still can't quite understand her reaction. And I'm worried about her."

Alex took Jennifer in his arms. "How do you feel about breakfast?" he asked.

Jennifer hugged him and giggled. "Yes, I'll stay," she said.

A bit later, Alex lay in his bed, waiting for Jennifer. She told him to get undressed and get in bed, that she had a surprise for him. He couldn't imagine what the surprise could be, but he figured it would be wonderful. He could hear her moving around in the bathroom and wondered what she was up to.

Jennifer had gotten an idea when Alex called to invite her to dinner, an idea that really excited her. In the bathroom she slipped off her clothes, then she opened her huge purse and pulled out a negligee and robe she'd had for a long time, but never worn. Both garments were super-sheer, almost transparent. When she had them on, it was as if she was wearing nothing, really. She was delighted that Alex, the first man she'd ever loved, would be the first one to see her in them.

Alex lay in bed waiting for her, filled with anticipation then Jennifer was standing in the bedroom doorway. He looked at her carefully and suddenly he couldn't breathe. "My...God!!!" he gasped.

Light from the hallway shined through the diaphanous material, displaying highlighting Jennifer's near-perfect body.

Jennifer was elated by Alex's response. "Do...you...you like it?" she murmured.

Alex could barely talk. "You...you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" he whispered.

Jennifer walked to the bed and sat down next to him. "I'm glad you like it," she said. "Now, be a good boy and lay back."

Alex did as he was told, unable to take his eyes off the glorious apparition sitting on the bed next to him. Jennifer slid the covers down then began moving her hands over him, keeping her touch feather-light, teasing him, and tantalizing him.

"Ohhhhhh!!! God, Jennifer, you can't imagine how good that feels!!" Alex whispered as her hands coasted over his body, sending exquisite sensations bubbling through him. Her light touch was everywhere, everywhere, that is, except for his erection that stood rampant, straining toward the ceiling.

Jennifer heard Alex's moans, saw him trembling, and knew how aroused he was, but she remained sitting on the bed and continued her caresses, reducing him to a quivering mass of flesh, groaning and twisting on the bed.

Caressing Alex was also arousing her. At last, unable to keep it up, Jennifer discontinued her caresses, stood up, and slowly let the robe slide off her shoulders and drop to the floor.

Alex, mad with desire, reached out his arms to her. "Please!!! Oh, God, Jennifer, please!!!!" he begged.

Jennifer shook her head. "Not yet, darling," she whispered. She stepped back a step, then slid one of the straps of her negligee off a shapely shoulder. Then the other one. Slowly, clinging to her curves all the way, the filmy garment slithered down over her curves and dropped to the floor.

Alex wanted desperately to jump off the bed, grab Jennifer, and ravish her, but he couldn't move! He knew she was beautiful and desirable before this, but the way she looked at that moment made her look lovelier than he believed it was possible for anyone to look! Again, he reached out to her, groaning softly.

Jennifer could wait no longer. Mustering every bit of self-control she could, she moved slowly back to the bed, climbed onto it, then straddled Alex. She slid her body up his then got to her knees astraddle his hips.

Alex was nearly overwhelmed when Jennifer's body made contact with his. Fighting for control, he shuddered when he felt her fingers wrap around his erection. He gasped and shuddered even more violently when she lowered her hips and the tip slid between the humid lips surrounding her opening. "Ahhhhhhh!!!" he groaned. "Oh, Jennifer, please!!! Please!!!"

Jennifer, too, shuddered as Alex's hard, throbbing cock moved slowly into her, filling her, thrilling her! Then her pubic hair mingled with his and their pubic bones began to grind together, putting exquisite pressure on her clit. She sat atop him unmoving, for a while, loving the sensations proliferating inside her. Then she started rocking her hips gently.

"Go slowly," she told herself, even though her mind screamed for her to go wild. "Make it last!" She wasn't sure how long she could keep up her gentle motions her body was trembling so violently with need.

Alex couldn't believe how pleasurable Jennifer's actions felt. As the walls of her snug aperture rippled along his rigid pole, glorious sensations coursed through him, filling him with warmth and delight.

Jennifer was almost overwhelmed by the experience she was sharing with Alex. It was wonderful, slow motion delight; joy building at a leisurely pace, touching every fiber of her being as it did!

Then an orgasm like none she'd ever known before began. Instead of being a violent explosion, it was a slow bursting forth of pleasure deep inside her which spread out delightfully, overwhelming her.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!! Alex!!!!! I'm...I'm commmmminnnnnngggggggg!!!!" she cried. Once the orgasm began, her body went wild. "So...So goooooddddddddd!!!! So goooooooodddddddddddd!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

"Jennifer!!!! Oh, Godddd!!!!!" Alex roared, erupting into her like a human volcano.

Jennifer's wild motions finally stilled and she collapsed atop Alex. He held her until she was able to roll off. Snuggled in his arms, she whispered, "I love you, Alex."

"I love you, too, Jennifer," Alex replied.

Then they slept.



The Predator Ch. 23



On the day he believed he would begin getting rich, Mel Ott walked into the fancy office building and took the elevator to the floor Atherton and Son Investment Services was located on. He walked into Atherton's office and noticed that a different secretary was sitting behind the desk today. There was a young guy in a suit sitting in one of the chairs, reading a newspaper, too. A briefcase sat on the floor next to him.

"Mel Ott, I'm her ta see Willie Atherton," Mel told the secretary. This one was younger than the other one, and was kind of good-looking, Mel thought.

"He's expecting you, go on in," the woman said.

Mel opened the door and walked into Atherton's office. Atherton was in his chair and had his back to the door. All Mel could see was the top of Atherton's head. Mel walked over to the desk, but the man didn't turn around.

"Hey, I'm here to pick up the money, Willie-boy," Mel said.

Atherton still didn't turn around. "It's in that envelope lying on the desk," he said. "How much was it you said you wanted?"

"You said you'd give me ten thousand dollars, dincha?" Mel replied.

"And if I give you ten thousand dollars, you won't tell my parents what you know about what has been transpiring between your ex-wife and me, is that correct?" Atherton asked. He continued to keep his back to Mel.

It bugged the hell out of Mel that Atherton wasn't turning around and facing him. He wanted to see the helpless look on the rich asshole's face when he took the money. "Yeah, that'll do for now, Willie-boy," Mel said. What was it with Atherton today? Did he think he was too good to look at him, or what? "Thing is, this is only ten thousand bucks," he continued. "I'm probably gonna need more." He picked up the envelope and stuck it in his pocket.

"You know what you are doing is blackmail, and that blackmail is illegal, don't you, Mr. Ott?" Atherton said.

"Of course I know that; what do you think, I'm stupid?" Mel yelled. Just who the hell did Atherton think he was, keeping his back turned like that! He had half a mind to walk around that big desk and...

"Yes, I think you're stupid, Mr. Ott. And because you are stupid, you're under arrest," Alex said. He turned around in the chair to face Mel, who stood there with his mouth open, staring at the badge the man in the chair - who wasn't Atherton - held in his hand. "Mr. Ott, you have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, and to have your attorney present before any questioning takes place. If you can't afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as I've explained them, Mr. Ott?"

Before Mel could move, or barely begin to comprehend what was happening, hands grabbed his arms, bent him over Atherton's desk, and pulled his arms up into the middle of his back. He heard, and felt, handcuffs clicking around his wrists. The police officers who had handcuffed him pulled him erect, then one of the police officers removed the envelope holding the cash from his jacket pocket.

"Mr. Ott, do you understand your rights as I just explained them?" Alex asked again.

"Ah...yeah, I understand," Mel said. He looked around, still puzzled. "Where...where's Atherton?" he asked. "I know he's here, he was talkin' to me, he..."

"I'm nowhere near there, Mr. Ott," William said. He had been talking to Mel from the cabin, through a speakerphone the police had set up. "Although I must say I wish I was there. I'd very much like to see the look on your face right now, Mr. Ott."

Alex turned back to the speakerphone his electronics specialist had installed on a table behind the desk. "Thanks for your help, Mr. Atherton," he said.

"Thank you, Captain," William replied. "You have no idea how grateful I am for your assistance in this matter." He set down the phone and leaned back on the sofa. It was over, finally!

Arlene walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel and asked, "How did it go?" She walked over and sat down on William's lap, and slid her slender arms around his neck.

"It went just as it was supposed to. He's in police custody," William told her. "I actually heard the sound of the handcuffs being placed on him." He smiled. "It was, I think, one of the nicest sounds I've ever heard."

"God, I'm so glad!" Arlene exclaimed. She leaned her face toward his and their lips joined. William's arms tightened around her and she snuggled her bottom against him.

William was pleasantly shaken by the depth and softness of their kiss. Turbulent feelings roiled inside him and he felt his body responding to contact with hers.

When his hands began to slide over Arlene, the towel wrapped around her came undone, exposing and her lovely physique to his touch and view.

"You know, my love, if you keep this up," William said as Arlene ran her fingers through his hair and licked his ear, "you're going to get all messy again. Then you'll have to take another shower."

"I don't care!" Arlene said, and continued kissing and licking him. She began unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm going to make love to you, William," she murmured. She slid her hand into his open shirt and flicked one of his nipples lightly with a long fingernail. William jumped. "Does that feel good?" she asked.

"Oh, Goddd, yesssss!!!! It certainly does!" he groaned.

Arlene tugged her lover's shirt out of his slacks, baring his upper body completely. Her hands began gliding lightly over his warm skin, which was beginning to show goose bumps where she was touching him.

William was delighted by Arlene's caresses. His throat grew tight, his breathing became labored, and his penis began to stiffen while Arlene bestowed ever-more thrilling attention on him.

She bent her head and drew one of his nipples into her mouth. William gasped. He tried to caress her, but had a hard time lifting his arms to do so. He was trembling and his strength seemed to have left him.

Arlene's hand glided down over his belly, to the waist of his slacks, and opened them. Then that soft hand insinuated itself under his clothes and continued working it's way downward, until it was wrapped around his erection.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!" William moaned. "Goddddd!!!!"

"You're hard again!" Arlene murmured. "That's wonderful!"

She slid off his lap and began tugging his pants down. William raised his hips and felt them slide down. Then she tugged his under shorts down. He was nude.

Arlene remained on her knees on the floor in front of the sofa and began caressing his legs, first with the flat of her hands, then trailing her long fingernails up and down them.

William couldn't recall ever feeling this aroused, this out of control. His entire body seemed to be turning into one huge throbbing, over-stimulated pleasure nerve. His passion swelled and compounded and he groaned with joy.

Arlene's hands returned to his waving staff and encircled the throbbing, sensitive organ in soft warm flesh. She stroked it then kissed the tip lightly.

"Godddd!!! Oh, Goddddd!!!" William groaned as wild, nearly unbearable sensations coursed through him! If she kept that up, he was sure he would come in her hand.

Arlene had other ideas. She stood up, knelt on the sofa straddling his hips and began lowering herself onto his swollen organ.

"Ohhhhh!!!!" William moaned. The intensity of the sensations ripping through him as he entered Arlene made him fear he'd explode before he was all the way into her but, somehow, he managed not to.

When her buttocks came in contact with William's thighs, Arlene began riding him, head back, hair flying, her pelvis pumping up and down on his engorged staff. "William!!! Oh, God!!! William!!!" she groaned. "So good!!! This feels so good!!!"

William grabbed his lover's buttocks and held on, his loins surging upward, as he joined with Arlene in a staccato dance of ardor. It was too wonderful. He couldn't wait anymore. "I-I can't wait!!! Oh, Goddddd!!!! I can't wait!!!!" he moaned, warning Arlene that he was about to come. Then gobs of hot, sticky cream began to gush from him. "Arlene!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! Arlene!!!" he wailed.

"Yesssss!!! Come, darling, come for me!!!" Arlene moaned when William's heat and wetness spattered against her insides, "Oh, God! It's so hot! It's so wonderful!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Oh, yesssssssssssss!!!!!" she moaned, the movement of her hips growing tumultuous.

William enjoyed Arlene's fervent cries of joy as they once more partook of mutual ecstasy, their bodies striving for every last bit of rapture they could achieve.

Arlene's face was flushed, a mask of frenzy. Her breasts jiggled and her body shook with paroxysm after paroxysm of joy. Finally, spent and satisfied, she let herself collapse in William's arms.

Still hard, he remained in her, delighted to feel her rippling vaginal walls caressing his cock. "My God, Arlene, that was stupendous!" William exclaimed, tightening his arms around her.

"Ummmm!" Arlene murmured. She wriggled against him as if trying to get closer.

Snuggled in each other's arms, they remained on the sofa. As they sat there, William's erection softened and slid from Arlene.

"Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned. "You got soft and went away!"

"That's OK," William said. "Didn't someone once say, 'I'll be back!'? Trust me, I will."

Arlene giggled. "I don't believe it! William, you just quoted Arnold Schwarzenegger!" she said, and kissed him on the nose. "I really am corrupting you, aren't I?"

William, who had heard the name Arlene mentioned somewhere, but wasn't sure where, didn't think he wanted to move. Having Arlene on his lap, in his arms, made him feel more contented, and happier than he'd ever felt in his life.

He held Arlene against him and reflected on what being with her was like. Making love with her was, of course, always wild and wonderful. She responded so delightfully and he loved to watch her as she came. If it had been possible, he would have given her constant orgasms, hours of unending pleasure, but he knew that wasn't realistic.

But he had found that being with her when they weren't making love was just as delightful. He felt comfortable with her, and enjoyed her company more than he'd ever enjoyed a woman's company before. She made him feel as if he was a worthwhile person in his own right, not just the scion of a rich family who had what he did because he inherited it. With Arlene, he felt valued and loved and free to be himself. He liked the person he was when he and she were together.

Arlene finally lifted herself off him, looked down, and giggled. "You were right, I do need another bath," she said.

"I need one, too," William agreed. He looked at Arlene, who stood in front of him, with awe in his eyes. Each time he saw her, it was as if he were viewing her lovely nude form for the first time.

Arlene, acutely conscious of William's look of adoration, blushed. "I-I really do have to take a bath," she said. She turned and padded toward the bathroom.

William sat on the sofa and watched her go. He loved the way her bottom moved. Before she left the living room, Arlene turned, smiled at William, and stretched. William took a deep breath. Arlene gave the act of stretching a whole new dimension for him. He gazed at her, enjoying the view she was offering him, committing it to memory.

Arlene disappeared down the hallway then William got off the sofa and followed Arlene to the bathroom. When he walked into the bathroom, Arlene was standing in front of the large mirror that covered the entire wall over the vanity, examining herself, fluffing her hair. She saw William in the mirror when he entered the room and smiled.

William stepped behind her, ran his hands up her sides, around in front of her and cupped her breasts. He heard her murmur with delight as he bent and kissed her neck, loving the way her silken hair tickled his face.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Arlene moaned, her body undulating as his hands slid over it. She leaned back against William and, as their bodies touched, tingles of delight raced through her.

William kept kissing her neck and shoulders while his hands once again drew the tips of the firm mounds on her chest out to full extension.

"Mmmmmmm!!!" Arlene moaned joyfully as her body responded fervently to William's caresses. "God, William, that feels so neat!"

William continued caressing her, watching in the mirror as he did. He found watching himself make love to her in the mirror incredibly pleasurable. He kissed the back of her neck and buried his face in her soft, fragrant hair.

William finally slid his hands from her breasts and began caressing her entire body with long, delicate strokes.

Arlene was delighted. "Oh, William, that feels so nice! I can't get over how wonderful it feels when you touch me!" she cooed, leaning on the counter, pushing her bottom against his growing erection. "I love the way that feels, too!" she giggled.

William continued to caress her splendid back then he began caressing her finely shaped, firm buttocks, hips, and thighs. He knelt and kisses joined his caresses as he venerated her supple, gorgeous body.

"That feels so wild!" Arlene moaned. She began to squirm as William's touches and kisses delivered ever-increasing amounts of gratification to her.

William continued, skimming his hands down the outside of her legs, all the way to her feet. Then he slid them up the inner surfaces of those exquisite limbs. Arlene moved her feet apart to allow his caresses to continue.

When William's hand reached the point where Arlene's legs and body joined, he was delighted to discover she was soaking wet. He didn't caress her vagina, though; he wanted to spend more time on her legs and bottom!

While his hands continued to roam over Arlene's wonderful columns of flesh, William began kissing and licking the small of her back, especially the dimples on either side of her spine, and then he kissed into the smooth cleft between her buttocks and let his hands slide up the insides of her legs, to her middle.

Arlene tightened the muscles in her buttocks. "Ahhhhhh!!!!"she murmured when William's rising hand contacted her labia. She'd bent over so far she was almost lying on the counter, and was breathing harshly. She gasped when his hand began investigating her sopping center. She arched her back a little, and rotated her hips, opening herself to the invasion of his lips, tongue, and fingers.

"Ahhh!!! Ahhh!!!! Ahhh!!!" Arlene moaned, jolting, when his fingers found and began to stroke her clit. A finger parted her labia and slid into her. William continued to toy with her cavern of love and she could do nothing but moan and gasp. Her moans of joy got even louder when he dragged his tongue down through the cleft between her perfect rear cheeks. "Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!" she chanted. Gasp of delight followed gasp of delight. She was shaking uncontrollably.

William kept fondling Arlene's clit and thrusting his finger into her. He slid his tongue into the cleft between her gorgeous buttocks once more, probed her nether opening, and heard her whimper with delight. Even though tonguing her anus seemed to thrill her, he moved on, until his tongue was thrusting into her dripping slit.

"William!!! Oh, Godddddd!!! Oh, Goddddddd!!!" Arlene cried. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Her body stiffened when she began to cry out, then her hips went wild.

William grabbed hold of her so he could maintain contact with her, even though her bottom kept gyrating frantically.

Arlene continued to squeal, her body bucking and quivering, as rapture raced through her.

William had an erection that felt as if it was hard enough to drill diamonds, so he ceased his oral caresses and stood up.

"Nooooooooo!!! Noooooooo!!! Don't...Stop!!!!" Arlene moaned plaintively, starting to turn.

William held her hips firmly to keep her where she was and he drove his stiff poker into her. Her protests turned to moans of pleasure when he began thrusting, probing deep into her. Then his hot seed was gushing from him.

"Yessssssssss!!! Oh, yesssssssss!!! Take meeeeeeeeee!!! Yessssssss!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Arlene's screams of pleasure continued, drowning out William's while their fused bodies shared an intense, rocking, orgasm.

When his erection began to soften, William pulled it out of her. 

Arlene turned, still leaning on the counter, pulled him against her, and kissed him. "That was incredible...again!" she said breathlessly once the kiss ended.

"It was, wasn't it?" William agreed.

"I really need a shower now," Arlene giggled.

"Me, too," William said.

Shower they did, kissing, caressing, and washing each other thoroughly. It was warm, wild, and wonderful. Afterward they dried each other off, walked to the bedroom and started to get dressed.

William watched Arlene put on a lacy bra, garter belt, bikinis that were almost nothing, and creme colored stockings. She realized he was watching her get dressed, and blushed. To top off her outfit, she donned a mohair cardigan sweater, lacy camisole, and suede skirt.

When Arlene was finished dressing, she sat down on the bed and watched as William finished putting his clothes on. "Since Mel's been arrested," she asked, "does that mean we're going back to Jamestown?"

"Would you like to?" William asked.

Arlene shook her head. "I wish we could stay here, like this, forever," she said, "but I guess we do have to go back to the real world sometime, don't we?"

"That's true, my love, I'm afraid. We can't stay forever," William said. "Would it be OK if we stayed until Sunday, though?"

"You mean it?" Arlene asked, ebullient. "We can stay until Sunday?"

"I can't think of any reason why we can't," William replied. "Especially since I've already told my secretary I wouldn't be back until Monday."

That got him another kiss. William liked that. It was turning into a delightful habit. Then his face got very serious and he took a deep breath. "Arlene, I-I don't know what to do about how I feel about you," he said.

"What do you mean, William?" Arlene asked. "What is there to do?"

"Do you think our relationship has a future?" he asked.

Arlene nodded. "I hope so," she said. "I-I love being with you."

"I love being with you, too," William said. "How would you feel about going somewhere to get lunch?"

"I'd like that," Arlene replied.

They ate in a small, rustic restaurant a few miles from the cabin then, because it had begun raining while they were having lunch, meaning they couldn't go for a walk in the woods like they planned, they returned to the cabin. They decided that, since there was a TV and VCR available, watching a movie might be a pleasant way to pass the rainy afternoon.

William found a movie they both agreed on, then he sat down on the sofa next to Arlene, who snuggled against him. Her soft cardigan sweater tickled his arm.

"This is so nice," she said. "Being here sort of makes me feel like the world, and all the messes in it, doesn't really exist."

"I know," William said. "I've always felt like that about being here, too."

William turned on the machine, the credits rolled, along with some commercials for other films then the film began. A few minutes into the movie, he felt Arlene moving then her fingers began toying with his ear.

"That tickles," he said, shuddering a little as she hit a particularly ticklish spot.

"Good," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you."

"I love you, too," William replied, and began caressing her leg. After a few minutes, he turned to look at her and was surprised to find that her nipples had begun to stiffen under the fluffy sweater. He moved his hand further up Arlene's leg, under her skirt, and felt her tremble. He put an arm around her and she snuggled closer.




The Predator Ch. 23



They stayed like that a while longer. Then William pulled Arlene onto his lap. She turned to face him and pressed her lips against his. Their lips worked against each other and their tongues lashed. While they were kissing, William pulled her skirt up and began caressing her almost-bare bottom.

Arlene responded by wriggling it against his already-erect cock, which strained in his trousers. Her hands went to the waist of his trousers and opened them. Then she pulled his erect penis out and began rubbing it against her vagina through the silken panel of her panties.

Finally she pushed the silken membrane aside and the head of William's swollen lance rubbed directly against her sopping labia. She positioned the tip of his organ on her opening then she moved her hips.

William almost fainted from the rush of delight he experienced when his pole slid into her once again. He clasped her hips and hunched his hips upward, driving his cock as far into her as it would go.

"Goddd!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! William!!! Oh, William!!!!!" Arlene moaned. Her movements became more and more frantic, her hands pulled at her lover and her body stiffened. The she began quaking and emitting feral cries of passion. "Take meeeeee!!! Oh, William, take meeeeee!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwwww!!!! Yesssssssssssss!!!! Oh, yessssssssssssssssss!!!!"

"Arlene!!! Yesssssss!!!!" William groaned when he erupted. It felt as if his whole being was liquifying and spewing from his penis. Stunned by the feelings he was experiencing, he clung to Arlene desperately.

Afterward, still partially clothed, they lay in each other's arms on the sofa.

An imposing, well-dressed man walked into Alex's office in Jamestown Police headquarters. He was accompanied by the chief of police.

"Captain Alex Martin," the chief said, "I'd like you to meet William P. Atherton, Jr. Mr. Atherton just returned from Europe and heard about what happened at his firm from his son's secretary. I'd like you to brief him on what you've been doing."

"Please, sit down, Mr. Atherton," Alex said after shaking hands with the older man. "I'll tell you what I know." He explained the blackmail attempt to Atherton, and William's response to it.

"I find this very difficult to believe," the elder Atherton said when Alex finished. "And quite disturbing as well. I find it hard to comprehend why my son William, would want to carry on with a...a...a common waitress! I-I thought I knew my son. I entrusted him with a position of importance in my firm and..."

Alex had heard about all he wanted to hear. He was angered by Atherton's snobbish attitude and didn't like the tone of disappointment he heard in the man's voice, either. "Excuse me, Mr. Atherton," he said, "I believe you're missing a very important point here."

The chief frowned at Alex, but he ignored his boss's severe look.

"Just exactly what do you believe I am missing, Captain Martin?" Atherton asked. "I believe I was listening quite carefully to what you said."

"Maybe you were listening, but it is possible you aren't looking at this situation from the correct perspective," Alex said, "Mr. Atherton, if I were you, and I had a son like William, I'd be damn proud of him."

"Oh?" Atherton asked, looking at Alex with interest. "What is it that makes you say that, Captain?"

"I understand, your son has access to plenty of money," Alex said. "If he'd wanted to pay Ott off, he could have done that and you probably wouldn't have known, would you?"

Atherton nodded. "That's very possible," he said. "William has far more than ten thousand dollars of his own money."

"So he could have paid Ott off, but he didn't," Alex continued. "Instead, at considerable risk to his reputation and his personal safety, he behaved in an extremely courageous and responsible manner and reported the crime. He knew full well what risks he was taking. And on top of that, he showed more concern for Mrs. Ott's safety than he did for his own. That tells me he's honest, dependable, and has good judgment. I'll tell you, Mr. Atherton, if I had a son who had the courage to risk the consequences of doing the right thing, I'd be proud of him, damn proud!"

Atherton scowled at Alex for a moment, then he shook his head slowly and a smile formed on his face. "I hadn't thought about this situation in that light before, Captain," he said. "And perhaps I should have. I do believe you make a compelling case for your point of view." He chuckled. "I was wrong. By God, my son is quite a man, isn't he?"

"He sure is," Alex said. "I'd say he's as much of a man as I've met."

Atherton stood up. "I'm glad I talked with you, Captain," he said. "Very glad. You've gotten me to see things about my son I might never have seen otherwise, and I'm very grateful for that." He extended his hand.

Alex stood up and shook hands with the senior Atherton. "I'm glad I met you, too, Mr. Atherton," he said.




The Predator Ch. 24



Dean Abbott left his office at 4:30 in the afternoon and drove toward his home. He had called Nora earlier in the day and, after arguing passionately, managed to convince her they needed to talk about their impending divorce without their lawyers present.

As he got closer to his house, Dean thought about what he wanted to say. He mentally prepared his arguments as if he were getting ready to make a final summation at the end of a trial. He intended to keep his cool and give this his best shot. He would say whatever he had to do to convince Nora not to divorce him.

When he arrived at the house, he found Nora sitting in the living room waiting for him. She told him she'd sent their son to her parents' home for the night because she knew how upset Dean was about the divorce and didn't want Donny to witness them having another argument.

Dean set his briefcase down and sat on the sofa, facing his wife. He took a deep breath and began. "Nora, I really wish you would reconsider what you're planning to do," he said. "I've been giving a lot of thought about what a divorce will do to Donny."

Nora shook her head as he spoke. "You are amazing, Dean, I'll grant you that," she replied once her husband stopped talking. "Tell me, how much thought did you give to our son when you were running around with other women? I've had doubts about whether you love me for some time, but I always thought you loved Donny. Now, considering what I know about you, I'm not even sure about that. I don't want my son to grow up in a home where the man who is supposed to be is role model has no morals and whose only concern appears to be gratification of his sex drive and inflating his ego."

Dean was taken off-guard by his wife's calm, but razor-sharp response. "Nora, what the hell are you talking about?" he demanded. This discussion wasn't going at all the way he expected it to and he wasn't sure how to proceed. In the past, Nora always gave in to him. She let him make all the decisions, and never questioned his judgment. He never anticipated that his wife would develop a mind of her own.

He knew he was in trouble. He had prepared to argue his case with the "old" Nora and was totally unprepared for this new and unfamiliar one sitting in front of him.

"Dean, I've been thinking about divorcing you for a long time," Nora said. "But I didn't do it, even though I knew I should. I kept hoping things would get better, but they didn't, and I have no hope that they ever will. I faced the facts. It seems to me, the only chance either of us, and Donny, has for happiness is if we aren't married." She was surprised she'd been able to remain calm while she was telling Dean all this.

"Nora, you're talking crazy!" Dean exclaimed. This wasn't like the Nora he'd married. What the hell had gotten into her? "Look, Nora, you know I've been busy tending to business at the firm. I know I probably haven't been paying as much attention to you or Donny as I should have been, but..."

"Dean, it isn't a matter of whether you are paying attention to either Donny or me," Nora said. "The point I'm trying to make is there isn't anything left of our relationship. Even if I wasn't sure you have been seeing other women, we...we haven't made love in so long I can't remember the last time. You're never here, and when you are, we aren't close. When we're together, the tension between us is so thick you could cut it with a knife. I can't live like this. I won't live like this. And I won't have Donny living like this. Not any more."

"What the hell are you saying?" Dean asked. He knew that nothing he said was going to change his wife's mind, and that realization was making him more and more angry. If Nora thought he was going to let her ruin his life and take his son away from him, she had another think coming!

"You're my wife! For Christ's sake, we have a son together!" he yelled, "Of course there's a relationship!"

Nora shook her head. "I think I realized a long time ago that what we had was gone," she said calmly. "If we ever really had anything. I didn't make any attempt to leave before this because it was easier not to. I admit I've been comfortable with the lifestyle we have and I certainly don't relish the thought of losing that. But I can't live like this anymore, Dean. Anything has to be better than this, even being alone."

"You're nuts!!!" Dean jumped to his feet and began to pace. "You've lost your mind! You're talking crazy!! Nora, please be realistic about this!"

Nora looked at her husband, who was walking back and forth, wild-eyed and red-faced and, for the first time in her life with him, she experienced a trace of fear. She didn't believe he would hit her, but she had never seen him this angry and out of control. She took a deep breath. "I am being realistic, Dean," she said, forcing herself to stay calm. "We're through. I am getting a divorce, and nothing you say or do is going to change that."

"No!" Dean responded. He realized his world, which he'd worked so hard to construct, and believed was so perfect, was crumbling.

"You can't stop me, Dean," Nora replied, firmly. "I am not going to change my mind about getting a divorce!"

Dean stared at her. How in hell had the mousy, obedient woman he thought he was married to managed to get so tough all of a sudden? "You can't!" he averred. He was beginning to feel desperate and didn't like the feeling. "I-I won't let you! I-I'll fight you all the way!!! We're not getting a divorce! No way!"

"It doesn't matter whether you fight it or not," Nora said. "I'm dissolving our marriage. And I have a feeling I'm not the one who needs to worry about what will come out in court if things really get dirty."

Dean, stunned by Nora's comment, continued to pace back and forth in front of the sofa. He'd lost control in the one place he always believed he had absolute control, his home. "This...this is crazy!!! This is totally crazy!!!" he muttered.

Nora sat there calmly, watching her husband pace, letting him talk. When he finally ran out of steam, she stood up.

"Dean, it's time for you to leave," she said. "I'm not sure why I agreed to let you come over in the first place. I should have known it wouldn't amount to anything but upset for both of us."

"All right," Dean said. "I'll go." He picked up his briefcase and slowly walked toward the door then he stopped and turned. "Nora," he said, with desperation in his voice, "this is crazy! Please! Think about what you're doing to us!"

Nora heard the pain in her husband's voice and didn't respond for fear she'd break down and cry. As much as she knew this was the right thing to do, it wasn't easy.

Dean looked at her a few moments longer, pleading with his eyes, then he turned and the door closed behind him.

Nora heard Dean's car start, then drive off. She wasn't as upset as she thought she would be. Actually, she was relieved. The meeting had gone far better than she'd expected it to. The prospect of explaining what was happening to her son didn't thrill her, but she knew she could do it. She and Donny would adjust; they'd have to.

She went upstairs, slipped on a nightgown, and sat down on the bed. Frank Miller, a long-haul truck driver she had been having an affair with, was away on a long trip and right now, she wished he wasn't. She desperately needed a hug from him, and the comfort being with him and talking with him would give her.

Frank had called earlier and while they talked, Nora mentioned that Dean was coming over. Frank told her he was worried about what would happen if she and her husband met, but Nora assured him things would be OK.

Frank had a cellular phone in his truck. Maybe she should call him and tell him things had gone fairly well. She reached for the phone, but before she could dial, the doorbell sounded.

"Who on earth could that be at this hour?" Nora wondered. "I hope Dean hasn't come back." She slipped on a robe and went downstairs to answer the door. When she opened it, she was shocked to find Frank standing there, smiling.

Frank walked into the house and pushed the door shut behind him. "I was worried about you, so I took a little detour through Jamestown to make sure you were OK," he said softly. He knew he'd have to push the next day to get the load on his truck delivered on time, but he had to see for himself that Nora was OK after her meeting with her husband.

Nora couldn't believe he was there. "Frank! I-I thought you weren't going to be home until the weekend," she exclaimed. "You shouldn't have come! What...what if Dean had seen you?"

"I waited until I was sure he was gone. I figured, depending on how things went, you might need a hug," Frank said. He locked the door then he moved to Nora, pulled her into his arms, and covered her mouth with his.

When the delightful kiss ended, Nora leaned back in Frank's arms and looked at him, her face flushed. "Frank, I'm fine," she murmured. "You...you shouldn't have..." Her comments stopped when he reached into the scooped neck of her nightgown, cupped a firm breast, and thumbed an already-erect nipple. "Ohhhhhh!!!! Frank!!!!" Nora murmured. She felt her legs going rubbery. "Oh, God! Well, you're here now. Come on."

She took Frank's hand, led him to her bedroom, then turned and locked her arms around him. Once again they kissed, their tongues lashing, sparks of desire flying between them.

When the kiss ended, Nora slipped out of her robe night and nightgown while Frank shed his clothes, then they fell onto the bed.

Frank's hands started roving over Nora's fulsome curves, enflaming her, drawing soft groans of delight from her. Then, without further comment, he rolled on top of her and his rigid shaft slid between her legs and directly into her already-wet opening.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Nora groaned. "God, this is lots nicer than a hug!" she thought. "Oh, Frank, yesss!!!! Take meeee!!! Take meeee!!!"

Frank began to move his hips and felt Nora's hips rising to meet his thrusts.

"Ohhhhh!!! Frank!!!! Yessssss!!!!" Nora groaned. She couldn't believe what was happening. It was so sudden! "I'm...I'm comming!!! Frank!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssssssss!!!!!"

Frank's shaft continued pistoning into her, each stroke feeling more fantastic to him than the last. Finally, he felt his eruption begin. "Me...tooooo!!!" he groaned when he spewed his seed into Nora.

Nora pulled Frank's face down to hers and pressed her mouth against his. Her orgasm had begun to ebb and, for the first time, she was able to fully enjoy what it felt like to have his warm juices splattering against her insides. It felt good, so incredibly good, that another tremor of bliss shook her.

Frank lay still atop Nora, her breasts pushing into his chest. Nora felt Frank's erection soften and slip from her and she felt their mixed juices seeping from her, tickling her.

Finally he rolled off her, pulled her into his arms, and they lay like that, holding each other, for a long time.

After she'd rested for a while, Nora rolled on her side and began to run her hands over Frank softly.

Frank enjoyed Nora's gentle caresses for a while then he pushed himself up on his elbow. "Come here," he murmured and reached for her.

Nora shook her head. "Nope. You just lay back and be still," she said, "I want to make love to you this time."

Frank lay back and luxuriated in the erotic sensations he experienced while Nora's soft, warm hands and lips explored his body. It felt as if she was kissing and touching him everywhere all at once. Before long, she had him moaning and gasping with desire.

In addition to the sounds of passion coming from Frank, Nora's actions produced a visible effect. She gazed, fascinated, at his penis, which, as it swelled and stiffened, rose to attention.

"It...it gets so...big when he's turned on!" she thought, gazing at Frank's enlarging organ. It jutted from his loins, thick and proud, with blue veins circling the sides. The arrow-shaped purple tip glittered with shiny droplets of Frank's pre-cum that had emerged from the organ's slitted opening.

Nora touched the turgid organ with her fingers. It was so hot! She encircled it with her fingers and began to stroke it gently, noting with delight that when she did, Frank emitted another groan of pleasure.

She bent and kissed Frank's cock. Then she kissed it again. It was slick with the remains of their earlier joining, but Nora didn't mind that, nor did she find the taste unpleasant.

Frank was going wild. Nora was driving him wild with what she was doing to his cock! She was kissing and licking it! His hips strained and his muscles clenched as intense sensations of ecstasy jangled every nerve ending in his body.

Frank's fervent reactions intoxicated Nora. She loved the effect she was having on him. It was just as thrilling to give him pleasure as it was to receive it! Kissing and licking his cock wasn't enough. She had to do more! She raised her head and locked her lips around the flared tip. Then, slowly, she lowered her head. A shudder of delight went through her when the throbbing organ began to fill her oral cavity.

Frank thought he was going to explode. It felt so wild to have Nora was sucking his cock!

Nora's mouth slid up and down the delectable pole for a while, then she removed her mouth from it and let her lips drag slowly along the veined sides of the fleshy intruder. At the same time, she stroked the swollen shaft and lashed it with her tongue. She loved this! She began to shudder with delight as she presented her lover with the gift of pleasure. She gently grasped and fondled his balls.

"Nora!! My God!!!!" Frank groaned. "I-I'm gonna come if you keep doing that!!!"

Frank's words served spurred Nora to even bolder actions. She was going to do something she'd never done before! She took him back in her mouth and began to move her head up and down more rapidly. At the same time, she increased the suction she was applying to his cock. She continued to squeeze and roll his balls in her hand, too. Through her lips, she could feel the pulsations of the swollen organ grow stronger.

Then Frank's hot cream began to splash into her throat and mouth. Not wanting to gag, Nora swallowed involuntarily as his eruption filled her mouth to overflowing.

Frank thrashed on the bed, moaning wildly. "Ahhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" he groaned. He felt as if he was coming apart. He'd never felt anything even remotely like this before!

Nora finally let Frank's softening organ slide from her mouth. Then she stretched out on the bed next to him and laid her head on his chest. She felt his hands sliding through her hair and murmured softly with joy.

Frank had never felt more content in his life! He continued to comb his hands through Nora's hair as she lay there, gazing at him.

"Did you like that?" she asked softly.

"I-I've never...ever...felt like you just made me feel! Never! Not in my entire life!" Frank replied. He kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. "I love you, Nora," he said softly.

Nora was at first startled by Frank's assertion of love. Then, as what he'd said sank in, she realized she felt the same way about him. It was crazy. She barely knew him, but she didn't care! "I-I love you, too, Frank," she murmured, hugging him.

"Now it's my turn," Frank said.

"Your turn for what, love?" Nora asked.

Frank responded by moved between Nora's parted legs and starting to lick her vagina.

Nora delighted, arched her back and moaned with joy. "Yessss!!! Oh, Frank, yessssssss!!!" she cried, as erotic fireworks went off in her mind.

Frank licked her vagina with determination and as he did, Nora's legs clamped around his head and her hips went wild.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!" she cried, her head rolling from side to side. "Yesssss!!! Oh, God, Frank!!! Oh, God!! Oh, God!!! That feeels soooo gooodd!!! Frank!!! Ohhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Frank!!!! I'm so close!!! I'm...I'm, oh, God, I'm commminnnnnggggggggg!!!!!!!!"

With his head trapped between Nora's thighs, Frank couldn't hear his lover's screams of pleasure, but he could feel the way her body was reacting as she writhed and bucked her way to release.

Then, suddenly, her legs fell from his head and she lay still on the bed. At first Frank wasn't sure what was happened. He looked at Nora, concerned. She was breathing evenly, her eyes were closed, and a smile curved her lips. It looked as if she'd passed out or gone to sleep.

Sure Nora was all right, Frank got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and cleaned himself up. When he returned to the bedroom, Nora was still dead to the world. He stood next to the bed, studying her lovely, nude body then he slid into bed next to her, pulled the covers over them, and turned out the light.

Nora awoke and saw the early morning light streaming through her bedroom window. She turned her head and saw Frank, still asleep, lying next to her. She realized, with some trepidation, that they'd fallen asleep and Frank had spent the night. What if Frank was late to deliver his load? She had to waken him.

"Good morning, darling," she said, and Frank's eyes flickered open.

"Good morning?" Frank muttered. He looked around. "Is...is it morning?"

Nora nodded.

"You mean we...?" he exclaimed.

Nora nodded again. "Yes, we did spend the night together. And I loved waking up with you next to me," she told him. "But we shouldn't have done this. Not yet, anyhow."

Frank nodded. "I know," he replied. He kissed her. "What time is it?" he asked when the kiss ended.

"It's five a.m.; don't you have a load you have to deliver?" she asked.

"I don't have to have it to the terminal in Center City until two," he told her. "If I really push, I can make it with no problem."

"Thank God!" Nora said. She realized she was covered with the crusty remnants of their lovemaking the night before. "I have to get a bath," she said. She climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. When she got there, she turned on the shower and examined herself in the mirror over the vanity while she waited for the water to get hot enough.

"Last night was so wonderful!" she thought, feeling a soft thrill course through her. Being with Frank is always so satisfying! She opened the glass shower door, stepped inside, and felt the stinging hot spray pelting her body.

Frank, still lying in bed, heard the shower start. He slipped into the bathroom, his pulse pounding, and watched Nora's form move through the frosted glass doors of the shower stall. Watching her indistinct form move caused him to remember what they'd done the night before. The memories aroused him.

Nora soaped herself, unaware that Frank had come into the bathroom and was watching her. She worked the lather into her skin and stood, her head back, eyes closed, under the driving spray, rinsing off.

His erection jutting in front of him, Frank silently slid the shower door open and stepped in.

Nora didn't know Frank was in the shower with her until his hands began sliding over her soapy flesh and something warm and hard began pressing insistently against her bottom.

"Frank!!!" she exclaimed, as he pulled her back against him, squeezing her soap-slick breasts, pushing his hard shaft between her buttocks. It felt good, incredibly good!

Frank let Nora's nipples protrude between his fingers as he massaged her breasts. The murmurs and groans coming from her told him he was turning her on, and he kept doing what so obviously was pleasing her.

While he played with Nora's breasts, Frank thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deep into the cleft of her bottom. His action was facilitated by the film of slippery suds covering her body.

Nora pressed her hips back against Frank. "God, Frank, you're making me crazy again!" she moaned. "Every time you touch me, I have to have you!" She could barely stand. The fleshy tube sliding between her buttocks was tantalizing and exciting her. Her insides were turning to Jello. She liked the way this felt, but she really wanted Frank inside her! That would feel even more wonderful!




The Predator Ch. 24



Then she knew what to do. She bent over and immediately felt the tip of his cock brushing against her vagina. Her legs got even more rubbery than they already were and Nora had to hang onto the faucets to steady herself. Then the wedge-shaped head of her lover's cock pushed against her opening and slowly began to invade her. She was delighted. "Ohhhhhh!!!!! Frank!!! Yessssss!!! Take meeeeee!!! Please take meeeee!!!" she groaned.

Frank his heart pounding, grabbed Nora's hips and began to plunge his shaft into her. He loved the way it felt having her bottom slap against his thighs as he did.

Nora reached between her legs and could feel Frank's throbbing shaft sliding in and out of her. It was more than she could stand. "Frank!!!!" she groaned, "I-I-I'm...Oh, God!!! I'm comming!!!!!! Yessssssssss!!!!! Ahhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Meeeeee, toooooooooooo!!!!!!!" Frank replied. He grasped Nora's hips and hauled her back against him while he hosed her insides with his sweltering fluids.

Exhausted by their fervent coupling, both Frank and Nora sank to the floor of the shower. Breathing hard, they hugged each other as they leaned against the wall.

"Oh, God, Frank, you did it again! You are incredible!" Nora exclaimed, her chest heaving.

"It wasn't bad, was it?" Frank replied, his chest heaving, too.

After they finished their shower, they dressed, and went down to the kitchen. Nora made breakfast. After they ate, Frank got ready to leave.

"I hate leaving you," he said, holding Nora in his arms at the door.

"I hate having you leave," she replied. "I can't wait until my divorce is final. Then we won't have to sneak around any more. I hate this. And...and I want you to meet Donny, too."

"Me, too," Frank told her. "I'd love to get to know him. From what you've told me, he sounds like quite a kid." He and his first wife didn't have any children, although he'd very much wanted to.

"He...he is," Nora said. "And I know he's going to love you as much as I do."

"Can I see you when I get back from Center City tomorrow morning?" Frank asked.

"Of course," she replied.

He kissed her then left. Nora stood at the sink, washing dishes, letting her mind roam. After she was divorced, was there really a future for her and Frank? Why not? He was divorced, and she soon would be. They loved each other. Why couldn't they have a future? Smiling, she continued her household chores.

Frank guided his big rig down the highway and, like Nora, he was thinking about their future. "Nora's son Donny is only three," he mused. "Maybe I could talk Nora into going on the road with me for a few years. I could trade this rig in for one with a bigger sleeper, one that has room enough for the three of us. We could do that until Donny's old enough to go to school, then we could buy a house and settle down somewhere I can do local runs."



The Predator Ch. 25



"That Ott guy you busted the other day wants to talk to you," a sheriff's deputy from the jail detail told Tim Jackman on the phone. "He says he knows stuff about some other crimes and wants to make a deal."

It was almost end of shift, and Tim had been looking forward to going home and spending a quiet evening with his wife, Lynn. It didn't look like that was going to happen now.

"He tell you what he knows?" Tim asked.

"Nah. All he said was he has information and he's willing to deal," the jailer said.

"You think he's being straight with this?" Tim asked.

"I couldn't tell you for sure, but he sounds like he means it," the deputy said. "He's scared shit being in jail and he knows he's going to get serious time on the blackmail charge."

"We'll be over as soon as we can get there," Tim said.

"What's up?" his partner, Martha Draper, asked when he put the phone down.

"That Ott guy we busted wants to deal," Tim said. "He told the deputy at the jail he has information he thinks we'll be willing to deal for."

"You think he's on the level?" Martha asked.

"We won't know until we hear what he's got to say, will we?" Tim replied. "I figure we ought to at least go see what he has to tell us."

"We ought to call the boss first," Martha suggested. "After all, the Ott case was his."

"Yeah, maybe we should," Tim said. He called operations and asked them to page Alex.

Alex called in five minutes later. "What's up, Tim?" he asked.

Tim told him. "Martha and I were wondering if you wanted to come in and go along over to the jail to interview Ott," he said.

Alex thought for a second. Did he really want to give up an evening with Jennifer when there were two perfectly competent detectives available? "I don't see why I need to, Tim," he said, "Two of my best people ought to be able to handle it, don't you think?"

"Yeah, right," Tim laughed. "Should we check and see if the prosecuting attorney wants to send one of their people along?"

"Good idea," Alex said. "Give the P.A. a call. And let me know if you find out anything important."

"Will do, boss," Tim said, and put down the phone. Then he picked it up again, called his disappointed wife, and told her he wouldn't be home until late.

An hour later, Tim and his partner were sitting in the jail's interview room, looking across a table at Mel Ott, who looked very uncomfortable in an ill-fitting orange jail jumpsuit. It occurred to Tim that it was the first clean thing he'd seen Ott wearing.

"What have you got for us, Mel?" Martha asked.

"What kinda deal you offering?" Mel asked.

"You look good in orange, Mel," Tim observed. "It's a good thing, too. You'll probably be wearing it for the next five years or so."

"No he won't," Martha said.

"Oh," Tim said, "How come?"

"Mel's going to the state pen," his partner told him. "They wear gray up there."

"Hey, I thought you guys wanted to know what I had to say," Mel protested.

"You're the one who said you had to talk to us, Mel," Martha said. "It makes no difference to us whether you talk or not. We got you dead on the blackmail charge. Like Tim says, you're gonna do five years, minimum. You gotta understand, Melvin, Atherton's old man's good buddies with a lot of judges. He's got a lot of clout. Maybe you'll get even more than five." She smiled.

"Yeah. We don't do deals, Melvin," Tim said. "If you tell us what you know and it amounts to anything, we will tell the P.A. you're cooperating. If he thinks it's worth it, maybe he'll cut a couple years off the time he asks for. What do you know that we don't?"

Mel was sweating. This conversation wasn't going the way he thought it would. He figured the cops would be happy to make a deal in exchange for information. That's the way it always was on TV. But these two cops acted like they didn't give a shit if he talked to them or not. He wiped his hands on his jumpsuit. "You had a guy broke into a woman's house, tried to hurt her the other day, right?" he said.

Tim and Martha both kept straight faces. It looked as if Mel was giving them information they wanted very badly. They had absolutely no leads on the attack on Marion Norris.

Tim shrugged. "So?" he said. "What if we did?"

"Maybe I know who did it," Mel continued. He looked at both officers carefully, trying to see if either one was showing some sign of interest in what he was saying. It didn't look that way.

"Do you know who did it, Mel?" Martha asked.

"Maybe," Mel replied.

Tim stood up. "Come on, partner, let's go," he said. "This piece of shit doesn't know anything. He's wasting our time. I've got lots better things to do than sit here and let him blow smoke up my ass. I think we might as well call the P.A. and tell him Melvin's been jerking us around. You know how he likes that."

Martha looked at Mel. "Last chance, Mel," she said. "Give me some names or I'm gone."

"Pete...Pete Butler," Mel said.

Tim leaned on the table, looking down at Mel. "And..." he said.

"Me," Mel admitted. "I-I was there, too. But...but I-I just drove the car. I-I didn't know Pete was gonna try and kill that lady."

Martha took a small voice-actuated tape recorder out of her purse. "Tell us all about it, Mel," she said.

Two hours later, Pete Butler, who had been taking an alcohol-induced nap on his sofa, woke up and, through bleary eyes, saw the muzzle of a police riot gun just six inches from his face. As his eyes came into focus, he saw that there were four uniformed police officers and two detectives standing in his grubby apartment, around his sofa.

"Pete Butler, you're under arrest," Tim said. He proceeded to read the huge, grubby man his constitutional rights.

"I unnerstand my rights. What are you bustin' me for?" Pete grumbled. "Whadda ya think I did?"

"How about breaking and entering an occupied dwelling, attempted aggravated assault, attempted rape, two counts of assault, attempted murder, and conspiracy to commit murder?" Tim replied. "I hope you don't have anything planned for the rest of the century. You're going away for most of it, Pete."

Two of the uniformed officers hauled Pete up off his sofa, handcuffed him, and started leading him to the door.

"Wait a minute," Pete said. "I wanna talk to the detectives."

"What do you want to tell us, Pete?" Martha asked.

"All right, I did most of that shit. But I was hired to do that broad," Pete said. "If I tell you who hired me, you think I can cut a deal?"

Tim and Martha looked at each other in amazement. The last thing they expected was that Butler, who had the reputation of being a pretty tough customer, would roll over this easily.

"Some days it's better to be lucky than good, right, partner?" Tim said, shaking his head.

"Yeah," Martha replied. "You sure as hell got that right."

"I won't make any promises, Pete, but it probably won't hurt you if you give us some information that means something," Tim said. "Who hired you?"

"The old man of the broad I was gonna off," Pete said. "Guy name of Norris, Ray Norris. He said his wife was gonna divorce him. He didn't want to pay her no alimony, and besides, he was pissed at her because she told him she was dumping him while he was in the hospital. He wanted her wasted. Bad. Real bad. And he told me the more painful I did it, the better."

"Why don't we go down to the station?" Martha said. "I think we need to get the P.A.'s office in on this."

Milly Perkins, a slim, young woman with straggly blonde hair wearing wire-rimmed glasses and a wrinkled brown suit, paced in front of the table in the interrogation room.

Pete Butler watched her pace, looking very nervous. Tim Jackman and Martha Draper sat on either side of him, watching him.

Perkins, who looked fifteen but was one of the toughest, most experienced deputies in the prosecutor's office, wasn't happy with what Pete had offered so far. "Maybe, just maybe, you've cut a couple years off your time, Pete," she said.

"Maybe I need to get me a lawyer," Pete said. "Maybe I could do better then."

"Good idea," Tim said. "We'll call a public defender for you, Pete. The first thing he or she will tell you is to clam up. While they negotiate your future away with the P.A.'s office, you can sit in jail for the next six or eight months. They'll make you a deal all right, but it won't be as good as what you could have gotten if you hadn't been stupid tonight." He stood up and started for the door. "I'll call the public defender's office for you right now."

"He's right, Pete. The clock is running," Perkins said. "Now is the time I'm offering my best deal. Any deal you make tomorrow won't be as good. Day after that, it won't be as good as that..."

"OK, OK, I get the message. What kinda deal you gonna give me if I give you this Norris guy and a big time lawyer?" Pete asked.

Tim took his hand off the door and turned. "How big?" he asked.

"You know a lawyer named Dean Abbott?" Pete said.

"What are you giving Abbott up for?" Perkins asked. Her face had gone a bit pale. She'd faced Dean Abbott in numerous criminal trials and knew he was a sharp attorney. She found it hard to believe a prominent lawyer like Abbott would be stupid enough to hire someone to kill his wife.

"I know Abbott because he defended me one time on an armed robbery charge. A while back he called me and asked if I could get someone to kill his old lady for him," Pete replied. "And he was the one sent that Norris guy that wanted his wife offed to see me."

Martha Draper put a blank tape in her tape recorder and set it on the table in front of Pete. After she again read Pete his constitutional rights and got him to admit he understood them and didn't want a lawyer on tape, she said, "Tell us the whole story, Pete. Don't leave anything out."

"I think I better call my boss," Perkins told Tim and Martha after Pete Butler finished making his statement and had been taken to a holding cell. "This is turning into a lot bigger case than I thought it was going to. We can't bust Abbott with what Butler gave us. His lawyer would take what we got and make mincemeat of us in court. We need corroboration. Solid corroboration. We have to figure out some way to get it."

"Yeah, I think we better call our boss, too," Tim said. "I don't think he expected anything like this."

Three hours later, Tim, Martha, Alex, Milly Perkins, and her boss, Leo Duggan, were sitting in the interrogation room with Pete Butler.

"Here's the deal, Pete," Perkins said. "If you cooperate with us and do what we want you to do, we'll let you plead to one count of assault and recommend you serve two years."

"Yeah, OK," Pete said. "What do you want me to do?"



The Predator Ch. 26



Dean Abbott was not a happy man. He was on his way to meet someone and instead of being able to get there, he was stuck in a line of traffic caused by repair work on the road. Why the hell did the highway department have to pick today, of all days, to do repairs on this street?

Despite the traffic tie-up caused by the construction, he arrived at the motel where his meeting was only a few minutes late. He parked his car in the lot, entered the building, and went up the stairs to the second floor, where the people he was meeting were supposed to be waiting. He walked down the hall, found the room he was looking for, and knocked on the door.

"Mr. Abbott, is that you?" a soft, feminine voice inquired from the other side of the door.

"Yes, it is," he replied. "I'm sorry I'm late."

There was a click and the door opened slightly. "Come in," the feminine voice said. "We're waiting."

Dean entered the room, closing the door behind him, then stood there, stunned.

Nikki Dunlap, the daughter of one of his neighbors, and another teenage girl, stood in the motel room, smiling at him. Both of the girls were wearing nothing but super-tiny string bikinis; lacy Vees of cloth that barely covered their delicious middles.

Dean, bug-eyed, stared at the two gorgeous young women.

"Ginger, this is Mr. Abbott," Nikki, the smaller of the girls, said. "Mr. Abbott, this is my friend, Ginger. She's the one I told you about."

Nikki sometimes babysat for Dean and Nora. One night while he was taking her home after a babysitting job he had seduced her. And he had continued to see her ever since. The young woman had a very pretty face and nicely styled brown hair. Her compact body featured a pair of petite, but wonderfully shaped breasts. The rest of her was equally well formed.

Although she wasn't quite as pretty as her friend, Ginger wasn't bad looking, either. She was taller than Nikki, and her blonde hair, worn shoulder-length, was fine and soft looking. Her legs were very good, as was her bottom. A pair of remarkably beautiful breasts jutted proudly from her chest and were capped with dark, thick, mouth-watering nipples.

Dean could hardly breathe! This was even better than he'd expected!

"Mr. Abbott seems to be tongue-tied, " Nikki said, and giggled. "What do you think, Ginger, should we go ahead and take his clothes off? We need him naked if we're gonna get what we want, don't we?"

"Yeah!" Ginger giggled. When Nikki suggested doing a threesome with Mr. Abbott, a big-time lawyer in town, she thought it was the craziest idea she'd ever heard! But the more she and Nikki talked about it, the more the idea excited her. Eventually, dying to find out if Nikki could really arrange something that fantastic, she finally agreed. Was she ever glad she had! Powerful feelings were churning in her stomach and they hadn't done anything yet!

The two enchanting females, one tall the other shorter, both stunning; walked toward Dean.

"You take the top half, Ginger, I'll take the bottom," Nikki said. She reached for Dean's belt and unfastened it while Ginger began unbuttoning his shirt.

Dean couldn't believe it! The girls were undressing him! His pants dropped around his feet, then Nikki pushed his underpants down and his already rigid penis snapped into view.

"See?" Nikki exclaimed. She grasped Dean's erection in her tiny hand. "He's got a hard-on already!"

"Oh, Wow! Awesome!" Ginger exclaimed. Her slim fingers joined her friend's on Dean's throbbing cock.

"Ohhhh!!!" Dean moaned. His legs went rubbery as savage, wonderful sensations caused by the girls' dual caresses ripped through him. It felt so good he almost came!

Nikki, more experienced at sex than her friend, let go of Dean's cock. "We better be careful," she warned Ginger. "He's pretty turned on. We don't want him blowing all his sweet stuff on the floor, do we?"

"No way!" Ginger said. She, too, released her hold on Dean's cock.

Dean felt Nikki tugging on his arm. "Come on, Mr. Abbott, let's get on the bed and have some fun."

Ginger took Dean's other arm and the exquisite females led him to the king-sized bed sitting in the middle of the motel room. Once they had him seated, the girls climbed on the bed, one on either side of him.

Dean turned and stared at Ginger, who was kneeling on his left. Her lovely breasts were at eye-level, the nipples straining out at him. He slid his hand over her exquisite hips, stripping her flimsy panties, which tied at the side, from her. Then he bent forward and seized one of her succulent swollen nipples between his lips. When he did, he felt a violent tremor shake the young woman.

As rapture raced through her, Ginger emitted a soft whimper of delight. This was so wild!

Then, though he hated to, Dean abandoned Ginger's delightful nipples and turned to Nikki, who was sitting on his right. Her eyes were bright with need and her body quaked in anticipation of his touch.

Dean removed Nikki's panties, just as he'd done Ginger's. Then he clasped Nikki's breasts in his hands and rubbed his thumbs over her erect nipples.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Nikki moaned. She was showered with exquisite sensations, which made her feel faint. She couldn't believe it was possible to feel this good!

As Dean massaged Nikki's breasts gently, his thumbs rubbingher nipples, longing filled her and ecstasy swept over her. She couldn't take much more of this! It felt too good!

"Ahhhhhh!!!! Oh God!! Oh God!!" Nikki screamed when an unexpected orgasm blasted through her. "I'm comminggg!!! Just from you playing with my boobs!!!! Oh God!! Oh, Godddddddddddd!!!"

Ginger clambered across Dean and covered Nikki's mouth with hers, stifling her friend's moans of delight.

For quite a while, Dean and the two teenage girls were a wild tangle of squirming bodies, skin rubbing skin, excitement flashing between them. At last, Nikki's writhing began to subside. For a few moments, they lay still, then Nikki began to get her wits about her.

"Take her!" she demanded. "Fuck Ginger, Mr. Abbott! I want to watch you fuck her!"

When Ginger heard Nikki's impassioned directive, she was thrilled. She was so turned on her pussy was dripping with excitement. She desperately wanted to feel the man's shaft plunging into her! She lay back, spread her legs, and reached for him.

Dean rolled between Ginger's legs and felt her opening caress his cock as her body began moving under his.

Nikki slid over next to them, slipped her hand between their writhing bodies, grasped Dean's straining cock, and guided it into Ginger.

When Dean felt the tip of his cock arrive at Ginger's slick portal, he could wait no more. With a fervent groan, he drove his hips downward and felt her snug channel engulfing him. He was excited beyond belief and couldn't wait. "Gaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!" he wailed, his hips hammering against Ginger. "Feels too good!! Too good!!! I can't wait!!!!" He erupted, filling Ginger with his torrid cream.

"Me, too!!! Me, too!!!" Ginger felt the hot juices from Dean's spurting cock blast into her and fell into spiral of indescribable bliss. "Soooo goood!!! So gooood!!! It feels so good!!! So gooooddddd!!!! Oohhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!"

Nikki watched the two people on the bed next to her sharing delight and found she wasn't at all jealous. In fact, it was a helluva a turn-on! It almost felt as if the she were doing it with them, as if the three of them were one, sharing their joy!

Finally, Dean and Ginger collapsed on the bed, spent, and lay still. Nikki moved closer and began caressing both of them. This was even neater than Nikki said it was going to be!

Dean looked at her. "Nikki!" he gasped. "Make me hard again so I fuck you, too!"

When she heard what Mr. Abbott's words, thrills spread through the lovely girl. She crawled to him and took his limp penis between her lips. When she did, she discovered that the mixture of his and Ginger's juices tasted wonderful! As she sucked on it, she felt Dean's cock began to grow in her mouth.

"Nikki!!! Yessss!!!" Dean moaned. "That's it!!! Suck me! Suck me!" It wasn't long before his cock was erect and throbbing again.

Nikki, as turned on as she'd ever been, couldn't wait! She climbed on top of Dean and sank onto his rigid pole, quivering as it slid up into her. When he was in her all the way, she began to rock her hips. "Yesss!!! Oh, yesss!!!" she bawled, "I needed this so badddd!!"

Warm hands cupped her breasts. Soft hands. Ginger's hands! Nikki loved it! When she suggested this threesome, she had done so hoping Ginger would join in!

Dean ran his hands over Ginger's body. Then he had an idea how to get her involved, too. "On my face!" he said."Ginger, sit on my face! Let me eat you!"

 Ginger moved her lissome form so she was straddling Dean's face, then she lowered herself until she felt her oozing pussy make contact with his lips and tongue. When his tongue began lashing her pussy, she was electrified. While Dean's tongue lashed and probed into her pussy, she leaned forward and kissed Nikki's nipples, then her lips and Nikki's fused in a stirring kiss.

The beautiful young women and their partner felt as if they were in heaven. Passion coursed through the trio until, at last, all three of them experienced orgasms. Wildly straining body parts muffled their moans of bliss, but added to their shared delight.

When, at last, their passion finally ran it's course, all three people collapsed into a pile of spent flesh. Exhausted, their limbs entwined, they rested, half asleep, their bodies shiny with sweat and the juices of their shared ecstasy.

A little while later, Dean was sitting against the headboard of the bed. Nikki and Ginger were toying with his flaccid cock.

"You can try if you want to, girls," he said, "But I'm afraid you won't accomplish anything for quite a while."

"Oh?" Nikki asked. She grinned. "We'll see about that, won't we,Ginger?"

Ginger didn't reply, she acted. She moved to Dean's groin and, while Nikki licked his balls, she lowered her mouth over his semi-hard tube of flesh.

"Damn!" Dean exclaimed. "Does that ever feel good!" Judging from the feelings that were beginning to fill him, he decided he might have been wrong about not being able to get it up again.

Ginger sucked Dean's cock while Nikki lavished attention on the rest his body. She licked his nipples until they stood erect. Dean found himself being fired with need all over again. His shaft swelled in Ginger's mouth. When he was fully erect, she took him out of her mouth but continued strokinghis swollen shaft with her soft hand.

"Want to fuck him again?" she asked Nikki.

"You go, I just did," Nikki said.

"All right!" Ginger exclaimed. She knelt over Dean and guided his cock into her. Once he was in her, she rode him slowly, her hips rising and falling, his veined shaft riding easily in her snug slit. Ginger really enjoyed the way passion was spreading from her middle and filling her and the way she could feel every bit of his cock as it slid in and out of her.

Watching them, Nikki saw the bloom of passion rise in Ginger's body and stared, fascinated, as her friend's motions became more urgent. It was so wild!

Ginger's hands clamped onto Dean's shoulders and her hips began moving more and more rapidly. "Ohhhh!!! I'm gonnna come!!! I'm gonna come!!!" she whimpered, "Oh yesss!!! Oh yessss!!! I'm comminnngg!!! I'm commmmmminnnnnggggggg!!!!! I'm...Ahhhhhh!!!...Comminnnnggggg!!!!!"

Dean enjoyed watching Ginger ride out her orgasm on top of him, but he didn't come when she did. What she was doing felt extremely good but, since he'd already come twice, it didn't make him come.

Her need slaked, Ginger rolled off. "I'm all fucked out!"she gasped. "I don't think I can fuck any more." She kissed Dean.

Dean turned to Nikki, who smiled at him, her eyes bright with desire.

"Fuck me doggy-style, Mr. Abbott!" she whispered, getting on her hands and knees.

Dean reached out and teased the engorged tips of Nikki's dangling breasts and saw a tremor go through her.

"Ohhhh!!!" she moaned. "Yesss!!! I love the you touch me!"

Dean got to his knees behind Nikki. He caressed her lovely buttocks for a few moments, then he began sliding his hands up and down her silky inner thighs.

"Please!" Nikki begged, "Please, Mr. Abbott, fuck me! Fuck meee!!! I want your cock!"

Dean complied with Nikki's impassionted entreaty and jammed his cock into her, holding on to her hips for leverage. His thighs smacked gently against hers as he lunged into her again and again. This time he felt passion boiling up in him. This time, he was going to come!

Ginger watched Mr. Abbott fuck Nikki for a few moments then, feeling left out, she slid up against the wildly thrashing couple and touched one of Nikki's breasts, which bounced and jiggled every time the man's hips thudded against her.

"Ohhhhh!!!!!" Nikki moaned. Mr. Abbott was fucking her harder than he ever had! And Ginger was playing with her breasts! Amorous sensations coursed through her, driving her nearer and nearer to release. "Oh! Oh!" she gasped. "You guys are making me crazy! It's awesome! Don't stop! Oh, God! Don't ever stop!"

Nikki's tight cunt, rippling along his cock, plus the fact that Ginger was now exploring the point where he and Nikki were joined with her fingers, sent Dean rocketing rapidly toward heaven. "To gooooddddd!" he bawled. "Oh, Goddddddddd! That feels too good!!!!"

"Yess!!! Oh, yesss!!!" Nikki cried urgently. "Come! Come! Fuck me!"

Dean straining against Nikki, jetted into her. "Take it!!! Take it!!! Yeahhhhhh!!!!!" he cried.

Mr. Abbott's explosion of hot cream swept Nikki along into her own wild ride of joy. She began bucking wildly and screaming. "Yessssss!!! Take me!!! Take meeee!!! Oh, yesss!!! Oh, yesss!!!! Oh, yesss!!!! Oh, yesss!!!! Oh, yesss!!!! Oh, yessssssssssss!!!!" she yelled, her back arching, forcing her body against his.

Much later, Dean sat on the bed watching Ginger and Nikki get dressed. When they had their clothes on, he donned his clothes, then the three of them walked them to the door. Dean kissed each of the girls and they kissed him. All three of them were about to leave the room when his beeper went off.

"See you girls later," he said. "I've got to call my office." The girls walked out of the room and he went back to the rumpled bed, sat down on it, picked up the phone, and dialled his office. "What's up?" he asked his secretary when she answered.

"A Mr. Butler called," she told him. "He would like you to call him. He left this number."

"I'll take care of it," Dean said. He wrote down the number, then he made sure neither he nor the girls had left anything in the room, and went down to the lobby and used a pay phone to call Pete Butler.

"What's up, Pete?" Dean asked when the man answered.

"I got someone to do that job you wanted," Pete told him. "He said he'll do it for what you're willing to pay."

"Good," Dean said. "When can he do it?"

"Soon as you give him half the money," Pete replied.

"No problem," Dean said. "I'll get it to him tomorrow. Where does he want it sent?"

"He don't want it sent," Pete told him. "He wants to meet you. He says you got to give him the cash face to face."

"Why?" Dean asked, suddenly wary.

"He says it's insurance," Pete said. "He says that way, if something goes wrong, you're in it just as deep as he is because he'll be able to ID you. He told me to tell you he ain't gonna do the job any other way."

"Look, Pete," Dean said. "How sure are you that this guy can handle the job. I sure as hell don't want this to come out like the last job I threw your way. I mean, look at what happened with that one. You really fouled that up."

"Hey, how the hell was I supposed to know some goddamn nigger fireman was gonna come along?" Pete snapped. "Besides, this guy I found for you is different. He's a pro. He's, you know, connected. If he says he's gonna do this, it's gonna get done."

If the guy Pete was telling him about really was mob-connected, Dean thought, he probably wouldn't screw up the job. He wanted out of his marriage, and he didn't want to lose his son, and he couldn't see any other way to accomplish that, so he decided he had to do this in whatever way the man wanted.

"OK," he said. "When does he want to meet me? I've got court tomorrow morning, so it has to be after noon. I'll get the money from the bank in the morning on my way to court. Tell your friend I'll meet him at three-thirty tomorrow afternoon."

"OK," Pete said. "I'll tell him what time. He said that if you went along with this, you should meet him in the park..." He went on to give Dean the instructions for the meeting.

"I'll be there tomorrow," Dean said.

"Good," Pete said. He put the phone down and turned to face Alex Martin, Tim Jackman, Martha Draper, and Deputy Prosecuting Attorney Millie Draper. "That what you wanted?" he asked them.

"You did good, Pete," Alex Martin said. "You did exactly what we told you to do."

"Does that mean I get my deal?" Pete asked the Deputy P.A.

"If Mr. Abbott shows up and does what it looks like he's going to do, and if we get a conviction, you'll get your deal, Pete," Millie Perkins said.



The Predator Ch. 27



Alex finished the business with Pete Butler, went home and did some chores around his house, and then went over to the McIntyre farm. When he got there, Jennifer had some chores to finish, so he was helping stack hay in her barn. Donna had gone home for the day, and there were only a few bales left. He took the bales off the wagon and put them on the conveyor belt which carried them up to the hayloft where Jennifer was. She took them off and stacked them.

"If you had everything on one level the way I do," Alex said as he tossed a bale on the belt, "you'd save yourself a lot of work."

"Do you have any idea what it would cost to build a new barn?" Jennifer replied. She laughed. "Why do you think I'm hiring a farm manager who has a teenage son? What's the matter, Alex, are you out of shape from sitting behind a desk too long?"

Alex threw the last bale on the conveyor and laughed. "You wouldn't be talking like that if you were down here where I could get my hands on you," he told her.

"You think so?" Jennifer laughed. She stood at the edge of the hayloft, smiling down at him.

She was wearing jeans and a jade green sweatshirt and looked, Alex thought, lovelier than any woman he'd ever seen.

"Here's what I think," Jennifer continued. She kicked a pile of loose hay over the hayloft edge.

Alex tried to avoid the shower of hay, but couldn't. "Hey, watch it!" he said.

"Kinda slow, aren't you?" Jennifer giggled. She grabbed the last bale and turned to put it on the pile.

Alex jumped on the conveyor belt and rode it up to the hayloft. He was in the loft before Jennifer realized what he'd done.

She put the last bale down and, turned, her face flushed from exertion, and jumped. "Alex! How did you get up here so fast?" she asked.

 "Old and slow, am I?" Alex said. He lunged for her.

"Yes, you are," Jennifer laughed. She jumped up on the pile of hay bales, out of his reach. "See?"

Alex tried to grab her again and, once more, Jennifer eluded his grasp. She took off across the pile of bales, laughing. Alex ran after her and, and eventually he did catch up to her. When he did, he grabbed her around the waist and they fell onto the hay.

"Who's old and slow now?" he said, puffing.

"You only caught me because I wanted you to," Jennifer giggled.

"Yeah, well," Alex replied. "I was saving my strength for better stuff."

"Like what?" Jennifer asked.

Alex rolled over, partially atop her, and their lips joined. After a kiss full of warmth and promise, he rolled on his back. "Things like that," he said.

"Oh," Jennifer said. She sat up, pulled her knees up, and wrapped her arms around them. "I'm glad you were saving yourself, then. That was nice."

She gazed out the open door at the end of the barn, and could see the rolling fields surrounding her barn. "I never noticed it before, but you really get a nice view from up here, don't you?" she commented.

Alex looked up at her. "You bet," he said, "I think the view from here is terrific."

Jennifer smiled down at him. "Alex, you're a nut, you know that?" she said. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Alex said.

They stayed like that, staring into each other's eyes for a long time, not really needing to say anything.

After a few moments, Alex reached out his hand. Jennifer took it and let him pull her down onto him and kiss her. The kiss took his breath away. While Jennifer snuggled atop him, he felt warmth invading his body, warmth that had nothing to do with the sun that had been shining on the roof of the barn all day.

For a long time, they lay on the hay, necking like a couple of teen-agers. It was another new experience Alex was sharing with Jennifer and, like the others they'd shared, he found that it excited him. From the way Jennifer was acting, it seemed to be exciting her, too.

"You know," Alex said between kisses, "if we keep this up, we're liable to wind up committing an indecent act here in your hayloft."

"So?" Jennifer replied, an impish gleam in her eye. "What's the matter with that?"

"I just thought I better warn you," Alex said. He slid his hands onto her buttocks, pulled her against him, and their lips met once more.

After the kiss, which was much more passionate than those which preceded it, ended; they lay beside each other, breathing heavily.

"I want you, Jennifer," Alex said.

"I want you, too," Jennifer replied.

"Want to go up to the house?" he asked.

Jennifer felt an urge to do something she'd never dreamed of doing before, something wild. "No," she said, "let's make love here."

"Here?" Alex said, surprised. "What will the horses think?"

"We're up too high, they can't see us," Jennifer replied.

Alex rolled over, pushed up her sweatshirt, and discovered, much to his delight, that she wasn't wearing a bra. He bent over her and hungrily captured one of her nipples between his lips.

"Ahhhh!!!" Jennifer groaned when Alex began to suckle and nibble her rigid nipples.

Alex managed to push her pants and underpants down over her hips and get them off, leaving her lying there, beautifully naked, on the hay. His hands began roaming over her delightful body.

Jennifer began undoing Alex's clothes and soon he, too, was naked. Their nude bodies met in passionate embrace, their hands moving everywhere over bare skin.

Jennifer pulled out of their embrace and lay back, legs spread, arms reaching for Alex.

Instead of entering her, Alex fell upon her with his lips and tongue, savoring the tart, sweet, alkaline dampness of her vagina. His lips found and sucked on her clit.

Jennifer moaned and squealed with delight. "Alex!!! Oh, God, Alex!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, Yessssss!!!" she wailed.

Alex suckled his lover's sensitive clit like a baby who hadn't eaten in a long time and Jennifer's hips began the movements of love. Her hands tangled in his hair and pressed him into her. He cupped her buttocks in his hands and continued sucking her clit and thrusting his tongue into her torrid cavern. While he did, murmurs and moans issued from Jennifer and her body bucked and writhed.

Suddenly, Jennifer's back arched and, crying out, she writhed against his seeking, devouring lips and tongue. "Darling!!! Oh, darling!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yessssssssss!!!! Yesssssssssss!!!" she wailed.

Alex kept going. It seemed like Jennifer would never stop coming. Her cries of bliss echoed through the barn.

At last her body went slack. Alex continued to hold her bottom, which still twitched with after-shocks of pleasure. When those, too, ceased, he took his hands away and, without pause, slid on top of her and guided his erection into her.

Jennifer's eyes opened, she smiled, and her hips moved upward, welcoming him. "That's it! Take me, Alex! Yessss!!!" she cooed. "I want you!!!"

Alex drove her against the hay and their bodies strained together.

Jennifer brought her legs up and locked them around Alex's waist as their bodies fought the battle of love in the upper reaches of her barn on a cushion of hay.

Alex's passion rose quickly and Jennifer's did as well. Soon she was moving uncontrollably under him, moaning with delight and need. "Take me!!! Oh, God, Alex, take me!!!" Jennifer begged. "I...I can't wait!!! I can't wait!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwwwwww!!!!"

Jennifer's coming triggered Alex's. "Ohhhhhhhhh!!!! Yesssssssss!!!!" he moaned as he exploded into her.

They shared a crazy, wild, truly wonderful experience there in the hayloft. It was, as all their joinings were, an absolute delight.

"I've always wanted to make love in the barn," Jennifer whispered as she lay in Alex's arms afterward.

"I'm glad you got to," he replied.

"I'm glad it was you I got to do it with," she said. "It makes it even more special." Then she giggled.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"My father must be spinning in his grave," she chuckled. "He'd have had a stroke if he'd ever caught me doing something like this."

"I don't know about you," Alex said. "But I'm hungry."

"Me, too," Jennifer said. "Come on, let's get our clothes back on and go up to the house and get something to eat."

They had dinner, then they cleared the table. After they finished putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, Alex pulled Jennifer into his arms and kissed her. The minute she was in his arms, he began to feel his passion rising.

Jennifer felt it, too. She could feel his growing erection pressing against her as they kissed. When the kiss ended, she took a deep breath, leaned back in his arms, and gazed at him. "This is nice," she whispered. "I love what happens when you hold me." She shuddered a little and continued to look at him.

Alex kissed Jennifer again and felt her arms tighten around him and her body press against his. He slipped his hands under her sweatshirt, onto the smooth skin of her bare back. Jennifer groaned and her tongue lashed into his mouth.

They continued clutching each other and kissing while Alex's his hands roamed under Jennifer's clothes. After exploring her back for a brief period, he slid his hands down to the waist of her jeans. Desire was surging through him in overpowering waves and, judging from the sounds Jennifer was making, she was experiencing similar sensations.

Alex shoved her jeans down and felt her kick them off. Then he cupped her bare bottom, pulling her against him. She locked one of her legs behind his, pressing herself against his swollen penis.

Jennifer's hands pushed between them and she began working desperately at Alex's belt. She got it open, then she opened his pants, which dropped around his ankles.

Alex couldn't believe this was happening. He moaned when Jennifer's hand encircled his swollen shaft. Thrilling sensations ripped through him. He had to have her! Now! Holding onto her firm bottom, he lifted her off her feet.

Jennifer groaned, and while Alex held her, she centered the head of his swollen shaft her vagina. Alex lowered her and a tremor of went through her his cock slid into her warm, wet opening.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" she moaned, her legs locking around his waist, her arms encircling his neck.

Clutching Jennifer's firm bottom, Alex began raising and lowering Jennifer, rocking his hips, feeling his cock probe into her snug opening. He'd never done anything like this before! It was incredible!

Locked together in the middle of Jennifer's kitchen, Alex and Jennifer strained against one another, seeking the release they both desperately needed.

"Ohhh!!!! Ohhh!!!! Ohhh!!!! Ohhh!!!! Ohhh!!!! Ohhh!!!! Ohhh!!!!" Jennifer cried as Alex hauled her up and down on his rigid pole.

Alex, her buttocks in his hands, could feel her muscles clenching and releasing as he slid in and out of her.

Jennifer's mouth was all over Alex's face, kissing him frantically while she filled his ears with her cries of passion.

Suddenly, her arms and legs tightened their grip on him and a powerful shudder went through her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" she cried as she came, her insides clasping his throbbing penis, her tight bottom rocking wildly in Alex's hands.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Alex's cry of bliss mingled with Jennifer's while he hosed her insides with his hot spend.

"My God, was that ever intense!" Jennifer murmured when they were finished. Alex was still holding her in his hands, and she was still clinging to his neck. "God! This is so wild! You get near me and I lose control completely!"

"Yeah, it is pretty overwhelming, isn't it?" Alex said. He lowered Jennifer to her feet.

She put her arms around him and leaned against him. "I...I never, ever felt the way I feel with you, Alex," she whispered.

 Alex hugged her. "I never have, either," he said.

Jennifer looked up at him and smiled. "Do you think, maybe, we could arrange to make love in bed just once today?" she asked.

Alex smiled back at her. "I can't see why not," he said. "I fed Dick before I came over here, so there's no reason I have to hurry home."

"Good," Jennifer replied and hugged him.

Alex picked Jennifer up in his arms. She put her arms around him and buried her face in his neck while he carried her up the stairs. When they reached the bedroom, he set her on her feet, peeled her sweatshirt off, then he shed his shirt and undershirt. While he undressed, Jennifer laid down on the bed.

When he was undressed, Alex knelt next to the bed, grabbed Jennifer's legs, and turned her so he was between the pale columns of flesh, then he plunged his face into her middle.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Jennifer groaned when Alex's lips and tongue went to work on her.

He delved into her slit, thrusting his tongue deep into her, licking the swollen nub of her clit.

"Alex!!!! Alex!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!" Jennifer cried, her legs jerking, her body twisting frantically. Then her body stiffened and she began quivering. "Alex!!! Oh, yesssssss!!! Oh, yessssssss!!! Yessssssssss!!!! Yessssssss!!!!! Yessssssss!!!!"

Jennifer's vagina was still spasming around Alex's tongue when he pulled it out of her, stood up, gripped his erection and slipped it into her.

"Yesssss!!!! Oh, yesssss, Alex!!!! Take me!!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!!!" Jennifer moaned. Her screams of pleasure grew louder as his swollen shaft plunged into her again and again. Her legs locked behind his and her pelvis strained against his. "Yessssss!!!! Yessssssss!!!! Oh, God, yesssssssss!!!! Yessssssss!!!! Yessssssssssssssssss!!!!"

Alex was close, so close, but he used every bit of self-control he had to keep from coming and pushed himself upon his arms to give himself more leverage. He continued to thrust into her as hard as he could. Then he could stand it no longer. "Oh, God, Jennifer, I'm coming!!! I'm commminnnnggggg!!!" he yelled as he hosed her with his hot juices. "Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

"Yesssssssssssssss!!! Oh, darling,yessssssssssssss!!!!!!" Jennifer cried when she felt Alex's come splatter against her insides. She planted kisses all over his face, continuing to clutch him to her desperately. "Yessssssssssssssss!!!!!!"

"I've never known anyone like you!" Alex said, still breathless after their ardor finally cooled. "You are incredible!"

Jennifer, nestled against him, burrowed closer. "You are, too!" she murmured. "God! Is it always going to be like this for us?"

"It would be nice if it was, wouldn't it?" Alex said, sliding his hand gently over her back.

Jennifer shuddered a little. "I guess, but still, God!, I mean, what is it about us?"

"It must be love," Alex said.

"I...I guess," Jennifer agreed.

Alex kissed the top of her head. "We ought to get some sleep, kiddo," he said. "I have to supervise an important operation in the morning and I've got to be sharp." He squeezed one of her firm buttocks. "I don't think there's any danger of my getting out of control again tonight. I'm beat."

Jennifer giggled softly. "It probably wouldn't do you any good if you did get out of control again," she said, "I'm beat, too!"

"I guess you were right," Alex said, smiling, as he pulled the covers over them and turned out the light.

"About what?" Jennifer asked, snuggling close to him.

"About my being old and slow," he said.

She kissed him. "Not hardly," she said.




The Predator Ch. 28



Dean Abbott walked into the municipal park through the Third Street entrance at three-thirty in the afternoon, exactly as Pete Butler had directed him to do. Pete said the man he was meeting would be wearing a red windbreaker, gray sweatshirt, black jeans, and a blue baseball cap. They were to meet near the pavilion in the center of the park.

Dean, feeling very anxious, walked across the grass toward the pavilion. He saw a man sitting near the structure, wearing the clothes Pete had described. The man was big, even bigger than Pete. When Dean got closer, he saw that the man was very hard looking, had a swarthy complexion, and sported a big, bushy moustache. "He does look Italian," Dean thought. "Maybe Pete was telling the truth, maybe he really is a mobster."

The huge man looked at Dean without expression. "You Dean Abbott?" he asked. His voice was low, guttural and rough.

"Yes, I am," Dean replied. "And you're..."

The man made a waving gesture with his hand. "Don't matter who I am," he said. "You don't need to know and I don't need you to know. You got what Pete told you to bring?"

Dean reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and took out a thick envelope. "It's in here," he said.

"How much?" the man asked.

"Five thousand," Dean replied. "Pete said you wanted half of it before...before you do it."

The man nodded and a grim smile formed on his face. "Just checkin' to be sure you got it right," he said. He reached out his hand. "Gimme."

Dean handed the envelope to the man, who opened it and took quite a bit of time counting the money it held.

"Good, the whole five grand is in there, small used bills, too," the man said. "good job, Mr. Abbott. I like it when people are honest with me." His lips curved into another cruel smile. "Believe me, Mr. Abbot, it's good you did what I said. You really don't want to stiff me."

"Of course I don't," Dean said, experiencing feelings of fear for the first time. "I had no intention of stiffing you." Although he was scared, he felt good about what he was seeing, too. This man would do the job. Nora wasn't going to be troubling him much longer.

"How come you're hirin' me to do this?" the man asked. "How come you ain't usin' Pete, like you did for that buddy of yours?"

"Pete's an incompetent, he screwed up a job someone else hired him for," Dean replied. "I want my job done right."

"You mean the Norris broad?" the man asked. "I saw that in the paper. Pete didn't tell me he done that, but you're right, he did fuck up, didn't he? You set that job up, Mr. Abbott?"

"No, I didn't set it up," Dean replied, "all I did was put Ray Norris in contact with Pete. They made whatever deal was made. I had nothing to do with it."

"Yeah, sure you didn't. Ok, now tell me what you want me to do for you," the man said.

Dean was feeling a little exasperated. He thought Pete had told this guy what he wanted him to do. "I thought Pete told you," he said.

"I want to hear it from you, just to be sure Pete got it right," the man said.

"I want my wife to disappear," Dean said. He wasn't sure he liked this. He didn't want to be standing around here in the park, talking with this man, somebody might see him. He believed all he'd have to do was hand the man the money, but the guy kept insisting on carrying on a conversation.

"I take it you and your old lady ain't gettin' along," the man said.

"I can't see where that's any of your business," Dean retorted. "I'm hiring you to get rid of her. That's what I want you to do. Why I want you to do it doesn't matter, does it?"

"Divorce be a helluva lot less risky than havin' her killed," the man said.

Dean had just about had it. "I want her dead!" he snapped. "What the hell do you think I'm paying you for?"

The man smiled. "Like I said, Mr. Abbott," he said, "I just wanted to be sure exactly what it was you were paying me to do. Thank you for stating it so clearly."

Warning bells began clanging in Dean's head. The man's speech pattern had changed! All of a sudden, he was using much better language than he'd been using earlier. He looked around and saw police officers emerging from the bushes surrounding the Pavilion area and turned back to the man, who was holding something in his hand, something shiny.

"Dean Abbott, you're under arrest," the man said. "For solicitation of first degree murder. I need to advise you of your constitutional rights."

Nora Abbott was stunned when a detective stopped at her house that evening to advise her the police had arrested her husband for attempting to hire someone to kill her.

"Your husband has been charged with solicitation of capital murder, Mrs. Abbott. We wanted you to hear it from us before it makes the news," the detective, Martha Draper, told Nora.

"What's...what's going to happen to him now?" Nora asked.

"He's going to spend the night in jail for sure. He's due to be arraigned tomorrow morning. I can't tell you whether the judge will set bail or not," Martha said. "But given your husband's reputation in the community, and the fact that he'll probably have a good lawyer, I figure he'll get low bail, maybe even be released on PR."

"P...R...." Nora stammered.

"Sorry, I get used to cop talk and forget civilians don't understand," Sgt. Draper said. "I meant Personal Recognizance. That means he promises to be in court when he's supposed to be."

"Oh. Am...am I still in danger?" Nora asked. She still found it difficult to believe Dean actually wanted her dead. And wanted her dead so much he would actually hire someone to kill her. Why? In a few months their divorce would have gone through and he'd have been free.

"I don't know if you're in danger or not, Mrs. Abbott," Martha said. "I don't think you are, with your husband in jail and all, but..." She shrugged. "I guess I better be going," she said. "If there's anything I can do for you, please, call me." She handed Nora her card.

After the detective left, Nora sat at her kitchen table, sobbing, with tears flowing down her cheeks. Her son was still with his grandparents, who'd taken him to the seashore. They wouldn't be bringing Donny home until Sunday night. What was she going to do in the meantime? She needed to be with someone, someone who cared about her. She walked to the hall closet, got out her coat, and went out to her car.

Fifteen minutes later, Nora braked to a stop in front of the apartment building where Frank had taken a small apartment so they could spend more time together. She got out of the car walked up the walk and pushed the button for his apartment. The buzzed sounded to let her in, and she went up the stairs and knocked on Frank's door.

Frank opened the door and his eyes widened. "Nora!" he said. "What...what are you doing here?"

"I...I had to see you, Frank. I need to be with you tonight," she said, bursting into tears.

"Nora, what...what happened? What's the matter?" Frank asked. He pulled her into his arms. "Why are you so upset?"

"Dean...Oh, God!!!...he...he tried to...he tried to hire someone to...to...to kill me!" she stammered.

"What?" Frank exclaimed. "Your husband tried to have you killed?"

"Y...yes," Nora replied. "Somehow the police...they...they found out what he was trying to do and...and they arrested him," she continued. She touched his face lightly with her fingers. "I hope you aren't upset with me for coming here like this. It's just that I needed someone to talk to and..." She began sobbing again.

"My God!" Frank exclaimed. "I'm glad you did. I can't believe this!" His arms tightened around her and he held her as she cried. "That son of a bitch!"

Finally, Nora managed to get herself under control. She looked up into Frank's eyes. Slowly their faces started moving together and, after what seemed like an eternity, their lips touched.

The kiss continued for a wonderfully long time, then Nora gazed deeply into Frank's eyes. "Make love to me, Frank!" she whispered, her breathing ragged, "Make me forget the awful things that Dean tried to do!"

Frank slid his hand over her back, feeling her warmth and softness. She continued pressing against him, her breasts prodding his chest. Powerful sensations were growing in him, sensations he wouldn't be able to control, and didn't want to. His hand closed around one full, firm breast. Then his fingers found her nipple and he began strumming it through her blouse and bra.

Nora groaned softly and shuddered. This was what she wanted, what she needed!

Frank led her to the sofa, sat down, and pulled her onto his lap. Once again, their lips joined. His hand glided down over her body, under her blouse, onto her bare skin. Nora continued to press her lips against Frank's, and keep her arms locked around his neck. Her body twisted and strained as his hand slid over her bare flesh. While his caresses continued, her movements and cries grew more and more impassioned.

Frank managed to get her blouse open, baring most of her chest to his feverish gaze. Next, he somehow managed to get her bra unhooked. That accomplished, he began caressing her breasts. His hand slid from one breast to the other, and Nora's nipples grew harder and harder the more he touched them.

Finally she released him from their kiss and laid back on the sofa. "I...I need you, Frank!" she groaned. "Oh, God!!! Frank!!! I...I need you!!! Take me!!!! Now!!!"

Frank slid out from under her and stood up to strip his clothes off. While he was taking his T-shirt off, he felt her hands on his pants, which loosened, then began sliding down his legs. Air flowed over his bare flesh, then Nora's warm hands cupped his cock and balls. His legs were so shaky he thought he'd fall.

"Take me!!! Please, Frank!!! Take me!!!" Nora begged, her body moving constantly. She tugged on his erection. "I need you!!! Please, Frank!!! Please!!!"

Frank laid atop Nora and felt her guide his rigid cock to her wet opening. As it slid into her, unbelievable feelings tore through him.

Nora lifted her legs and locked them behind Frank. She pressed her body against his, moving urgently. "Ohhhhh!!! Godddddddddd!!!!!" she groaned when he began plunging into her. "Oh, Frank!!! Oh, Frank!!!! Take meeee!!! Take meeeee!!!!"

Powerful emotions roiled through Frank when he began moving his hips. Nora's tight cavern clutched his cock as his hips moved up and down. He had no control! He couldn't stop himself, couldn't control his pace! "Can't wait!!! Ohhhhh!!! Uggggghhhhh!!! I can't wait!!!" he cried, "I'm gonna come!!! Nora!!! Noraaaaaa!!!!" Powerful spasms in his loins sent a torrent of his hot juices to gushing into her hot, clutching cave.

"Yessssssss!!! Oh, Goddddddddddd!!! Oh, Goddddddddddddddd!!! Yessssssssssssssssssss!!! Yessssssssss!!!!!" Nora cried, her body straining against his, shaking wildly. "Yessssssssss!!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Spent, the lovers lay in each other's arms on the sofa once they finished.

"I...I can't believe how wonderful I feel every time we make love," Nora whispered breathlessly.

"I know, it's always like that for me, too," Frank told her, then he kissed her. When their lips met, passion once more stirred inside him. Nora moved under him, informing him that she was sharing, and responding to, the same overpowering feelings.

When the kiss ended, Frank got to his feet and reached out his hand to Nora. She took it and let him pull her to her feet and he led her to his bedroom.

Nora, flushed and still having difficulty breathing, didn't say anything. She just went with Frank, gazing at him adoringly with her lovely brown eyes.

When they reached the bedroom, Frank looked at Nora ardently, barely able to comprehend how beautiful she was. He couldn't stop staring at her.

"Oh, Frank, I...when you look at me like that, I feel funny," Nora said softly. She stepped back to the bed, laid down on it, and held out her hands. "Come here, darling," she murmured.

Frank joined her on the bed and his hands immediately began an exploration of her warm, smooth flesh, while his lips again sought hers.

When their mouths connected, Nora groaned softly and pressed her naked body against Frank's.

When the kiss ended, Frank's lips and tongue joined his hands in exploring Nora's exciting form. She groaned and was twisting and turning on the bed. Her hands, unable to remain still, alternately touched him and tore at the covers. "Ohhhh!!! Goddddd!!! Frank!!! That's it!!!! Oh, Frank!!! Love meeeee!!! Love meeeee!!!!" she cried.

Frank's penis swelled and grew hard once again. His body quaked with delicious sensations, which grew more and more powerful as he continued to caress Nora. He tried to be as gentle as could be, touching her with feather-light touches, stroking every square inch of her skin. Her belly was softly rounded, but not in the least flabby. Tiny stretch-marks showed, evidence that she'd given birth. That only caused Frank to find her more desirable. His hand slid down her firm, legs, then up again, to her center. He traced the outline of her vagina and her hips rose off the bed.

"Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Nora groaned. Her back arched as Frank explored her vagina, then beganfingering her. When he touched her clit, she screamed with delight. "Frank!!! Frank!!! I need you!!! Please!!! Take meeeeee!!! Please take meeee!!!!" she begged.

Frank rolled atop her again, and this time his cock slid into her with no outside assistance. Her legs locked behind his and her pelvis ground against his. Ripples of delight raced up his backbone as the walls of her vagina massaged his swollen member.

Slowly, he began moving, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep from coming for very long. Being in Nora felt too good! His juices were boiling, ready to explode, then... "Noraaaaaa!!! Oh, God!!! Nora!!!! I...I love youuuuu!!! I love youuuuuu!!!!" he cried, erupting into her powerfully.

"Yessssssss!!! Oh, Frank, yesssssssss!!! Yessssssss!!!!" Nora cried. Her body exploded into frantic motion when his hot cream splashed into her. "Take meeeeeeeeee!!! Nowwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwww!!!! Frank, Oh, God, Frank!!! I...I love you, toooooo!!! Ohhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!"

Sated, they snuggled in Frank's bed. Neither of them had the energy to speak, so all they did was lie in each other's arms.

Nora looked deep into Frank's eyes. "I...I do love you, Frank," she whispered.

"I love you, too, Nora," Frank said. He kissed her softly. "And I'm never, ever going to give you up!"

Nora gave him a warm smile and started tickling his face. Then she kissed him softly on the lips. "When you touch me, it makes me feel all funny inside," she murmured. "Nobody's ever made me feel like you make me feel. Not ever."

"It's...I've...ah...making love with you, it's...it's different from anything else I've experienced, too," Frank said. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever made love with. I never dreamed a woman as pretty as you are would want to be with me."

Nora blushed and smiled. "When you say that, it makes me feel almost as funny inside as when you touch me," she told him. "I'm not used to having someone talk to me the way you talk to me. When...when you say those things I...I know you really mean it."

Frank kissed her. "You got that right," he said. "I've never meant anything I've ever said more!" he whispered. His lips moved down her wonderfully shaped neck, onto her chest. "And you'll be hearing it from me for the rest of our lives."

Up the slope of a swollen breast his lips moved, toward a swelling nipple.

Nora sighed with delight and her hands tangled in his hair, pressing his face tighter against her. "God, Frank!!!!" she groaned. "You always make me feel so good!"

Frank, his intense need for her sated, now had the kind of control he wanted to have. He intended to make love to her thoroughly, tenderly, and slowly. He wanted to savor the taste and feel of her, to experience her as fully as he could.

He sucked one of her nipples between his lips and lashed it with his tongue. Nora squirmed and squealed with delight. He continued suckling that one breast for a while, then his kisses moved down into the valley between her breasts and up the slope of the other one, to her other nipple.

Groans of joy poured from Nora. "Frank!!! Oh, God!!! You're incredible!" she groaned as her body writhed on the bed.

Frank abandoned her breasts and began kissing his way over her body, to her belly. He felt her hands moving over his body while his did the same to hers.

"I want to do you!!!" Nora murmured. "This time I want to do you!!! Please, Frank!!!" she murmured. She wriggled out from under him and pushed him onto his back. Immediately, her hands and lips began working on him. She let her fingers trail down his chest, then her lips tortured his nipples the way he'd done hers.

Frank moaned in ecstasy. No love-making he'd ever experienced had felt this wonderful! Every place Nora touched him it felt like electricity was shooting into him!

"My goodness!!!" he heard her murmur, "Look what happened!"

"Uhhhhhhh!!!!" Frank groaned. His hips rose off the bed when her hands encircled his erection and she began pumping it. "Nora! Oh, Goddddd!!!" he gushed. "Godddddd!!!"

"Do you like that, baby?" she whispered. Her hands kept moving. "If you do, I'm sure you'll love this!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Frank moaned. His back arched even harder when her mouth encircled the tip of his cock. He couldn't stand it! It felt too good!!!

Up and down his swollen shaft Nora's mouth moved, engulfing him, then releasing him. At the same time, her hands continued to stroke and tease him.

Tidal waves of passion washeed over Frank, each one more feeling more delightful than the last. Her hands cupped and squeezed his balls, then she was kissing them, sucking each globe into her mouth. Her hands continued moving up and down on his cock, making him harder than he believed it was possible to get. If she kept this up much longer, he was going to come!

"Oh, Goddddd!!! Nora!!! Noraaaaaa!!!!" he cried, "That feels too good!!! I...I can't stand ittttt!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!!!" His hips were pumping rhythmically, in time with the motions of her hands. He squeezed his eyes closed and tore at the covers.

Nora's mouth left his cock and, before Frank realized what she planned to do, his erection was in a tighter, even more pleasurable grip. He felt her knees pressing against his sides, and her bottom began rubbing his thighs.

Frank opened his eyes to see Nora above him, her breasts jiggling delightfully, riding him. Her face was flushed and her light brown hair flew wildly as she moved up and down on his cock.

Frank grabbed her hips and hung on, driving up off the bed into her. She leaned forward and the movement brought her nipples close to his face. He sucked one, then the other.

"Frank!!!! My Godddddd!!! My Godddddd!!! Aggggainnnnnnn!!!!! Take meeeeee!!!" Nora cried, her body rocking wildly. "Oh, Frank!!!! Take meeeee!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwww!!!!! Aaaaayeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!! Ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

"Nora!!!! Oh, Nora, yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Frank cried, exploding. Thrills suffused his body when his hot cream jetted into her.

Eventually their frenzied motions calmed, then stopped. Nora collapsed on Frank and he wrapped his arms around her. "I've got some bad news," he said.

"What?" Nora asked.

"I have to make a run to the west coast first thing next week," Frank told her. "I'll be gone for at least five days, maybe more, depending on what they can find me for loads coming back and where they go."

Nora looked at him. She hated the thought of being away from him for five days or more. Just thinking about it made her feel lonely. "I thought the company you work for wasn't sending you on runs that keep you out more than one night," she said. Frank had told her he'd convinced the company to stop sending him on the long runs he had when they first started seeing each other.




The Predator Ch. 28



"They normally don't," Frank replied. "But this is a special shipment, and the customer is someone I've delivered to for years. He asked for me personally. This is a special shipment, and it means a pretty good-sized bonus."

"Oh," Nora said. "I'm going to miss you while you're gone."

"You don't have to miss me at all," Frank said, smiling.

"Why not?" Nora asked. "How can I not miss you?"

"You could come along," he replied.

Nora was surprised by his invitation. "How...I...what about Donny...and I thought there were rules about riders?" she stammered.

"I own my own rig, I can take anybody with me I want to," Frank said. "And you know my rig has a big sleeper and kitchen and everything. It might be a little cramped with three of us in it, but I bet we can manage. I bet Donny would get a real kick out of it, too."

Nora hugged him and grinned. "When do we leave?" she asked.



The Predator Ch. 29



Jennifer and Donna stood on the floor of the barn, waiting for Alex to throw some hay down to them.

"You really like Alex, don't you?" Donna said.

"A lot," Jennifer replied.

"You think, maybe, you guys are going to get married?" the slim blond teenager asked.

Jennifer thought for a moment, then she smiled. "I wouldn't refuse if he asked," she said.

Donna grinned. "Yeah, I didn't think you would," she told her employer. "I can tell from how you look at him." She giggled. "And I can see it in Alex, too. Sometimes, when he looks at you he gets a kinda goofy expression on his face," she added.

"Who looks at who kinda goofy?" Alex asked. He'd overheard the tail end of Donna's comment as he approached the edge of the hayloft with a bale in his hands.

"Donna thinks you have a goofy look on your face when you look at me," Jennifer told him, feeling her face get hot.

"That true, Donna?" Alex asked. "Do I?"

Blushing furiously, the girl nodded.

"Must be I do, then," Alex said. "Stand back girls, here it comes." He tossed the hay bale down. It didn't matter that it would burst when it hit the floor, they needed to spread the hay around in the stalls anyhow. Then he turned and went back to get another bale.

"There anybody special in your life, Donna?" Jennifer asked while she and the teenager spread hay in one of the stalls.

"Ah...no," Donna replied. "I...I haven't found anybody yet. I..." Suddenly she burst into tears. She knew Mel Ott was in jail, and would never be able to hurt her again, but she couldn't get the memories of the disgusting and humiliating things he'd forced her to do out of her system. She felt unworthy, as if no one could love her. After all, why had all of those awful things happened to her if she didn't deserve to have it happen.

"Donna, what's the matter?" Jennifer asked, concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Donna replied. "It...it's nothing."

"I don't buy that. I've had a feeling something's been bothering you for a long time," Jennifer said. "Donna, I consider us friends, and I'd like to help. Maybe, if you tell me what is going on, I can help."

"It...it's over," Donna sobbed. "I...there's nothing I can do about it now."

"Alex told me that one of the things he's learned is that when something bad happens to you, it helps to talk about it," Jennifer said. "He organized a team of police officers who help other officers when they're involved in something serious. Maybe if you tell me what happened to you, it will help make it easier for you to get over it."

"I...I don't know," Donna said, sobbing softly. "I...I'm afraid if I tell you, you...you won't be my friend any more."

Jennifer couldn't imagine what the young woman's secret was. It had to be pretty horrible, if she felt that way about it. "Donna, I can't imagine anything you could tell me that would make that happen," she replied. She put her arm around the girl. "Donna, we're friends. Actually, sometimes I kind of think about you as the little sister I never had. If you had a sister, you could tell her what's troubling you, couldn't you?"

"I...I guess so," Donna whimpered. Taking a deep breath, she began telling Jennifer about the things Mel had forced her to do. "One day, when Mr. Ott and I were working out in the barn, he...he told me there was something we had to do in...in the trailer..." she began, and once she started, she couldn't stop. She told Jennifer everything.

Anger clouded Jennifer's lovely face as the young girl told her tale. She could feel her muscles tightening, and began quivering, she was so enraged.

"My God!" she exclaimed when Donna finally finished. "Oh, Donna, I wish you'd told me sooner. I...we...maybe there was something I could have done to help you." She hugged the girl against her.

"You...you don't hate me?" Donna sobbed. "You don't think I'm...I'm a tramp because of what I...what I did?"

"Of course not!" Jennifer replied, stroking the girl's back. "You were a victim! Of that horrid man! He...he's a predator!"

"Hey!" Alex said, appearing in the stall doorway. "You guys going to work, or are you going to goof off?" Then he saw that Donna's eyes were all red and puffy, and recognized the angry look on Jennifer's face. "What's going on?" he asked.

"You need to tell Alex," Jennifer told Donna. "He needs to know so he can do something to see that horrible man is punished for what he did to you."

"What's going on?" Alex asked, stepping into the stall. "What horrible man?"

"Donna has something to tell you," Jennifer said.

"Are you sure it's all right for...for me to...to tell him?" Donna asked.

"Don't worry," Jennifer said. She held Donna close, rubbing her back. "Alex will help you. Mel Ott and his friends will never, ever bother you again."

By the time Donna finished telling Alex what had happened, his face was bright red, and his hands were clenched in tight fists. "That scum-sucking slime!" he muttered. "I wish to hell he'd resisted when we busted him!"

"Are you going to be able to do anything about what he did?" Jennifer asked.

"I'm not sure," Alex said. "I think I'll run it by the P.A.'s office." His face set in a scowl. "One way or another," he growled, "he's going to pay. I promise you that, Donna."

"Donna..." Jennifer said. "Tonight you're staying here on the farm."

"You...you mean that?" Donna sniffled. "You sure it's OK?"

"It's fine," Jennifer said. "Come on, let's get this done, then we'll go in and Alex can make supper for us."

They finished up their chores in the barn, then went to the house. While Alex made dinner, Jennifer took Donna up to the spare bedroom and got her a wash cloth and towel. "Take a shower while Alex is getting dinner ready," she told Donna. "I'll get you one of my nightgowns to use tonight. Tomorrow, we're moving you out here." She smiled at the teenager. "And no arguments this time."

Donna smiled at her and nodded. "No arguments," she said.

Jennifer got a nightgown and robe for Donna, laid it on the bed in the spare bedroom, then she went back downstairs and sat down on the sofa in the living room to wait for dinner.

A little later, Donna walked into the living room wearing the nightgown and robe. She had a towel wrapped around her hair. "Won't Alex mind if I stay?" she asked.

"No," Jennifer said. "Not at all."

"I'm sorry I...I didn't tell you sooner," Donna said. "I...I didn't know...how...how you'd react."

"I'm sorry you didn't tell me, too," Jennifer said. "Because I'd have stopped it. I'm just sorry it happened. Now don't you worry, we'll do whatever is necessary to help you get over this, I promise."

"Th...thanks," Donna said.

Alex appeared in the living room doorway. "Dinner's ready," he said. "Come and get it before it's cold."

"That was really good meatloaf Alex," Donna said after they finished eating. "The best I ever had."

"Aw shucks," he said, blushing.

Donna got up and started picking up the dirty dishes.

"Let them go," Jennifer told her. "Alex and I will take care of the dishes. You go to bed. You need some rest."

Donna gave Jennifer a tentative smile. "Thanks," she said. "I am kinda beat." She started for the stairs.

"See you in the morning, Donna," Jennifer said.

Donna turned and smiled at Jennifer and Alex. "Thank you," she said. "I...I love you guys." Then she went upstairs. 

After a while, Jennifer went upstairs to check on Donna. The teenager lay in bed, sound asleep. "She's so beautiful!" Jennifer thought as she stood in the doorway looking at the sleeping girl. "It's a rotten shame she was victimized by that predatory creep!" She turned and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.

After leaving Donna's room, Jennifer went back downstairs and joined Alex, who was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, a cup of coffee setting on the table in front of him. She poured herself a cup of coffee, then sat down at the table next to him.

Alex looked at Jennifer. "How's she doing?" he asked.

"Sleeping like a baby," Jennifer told him.

Alex put down the paper, yawned, and stretched. "I don't know about you," he said, "but I'm ready for bed." He stood up.

"Uh...you think we should with Donna here?" Jennifer teased. "What if she hears us?"

Alex pulled her to her feet, moved behind her and hefted her breasts, kissing her neck at the same time. "So what? Don't you think she already knows what we're doing?" he asked. "Remember, she's the one who said I get all goofy when I look at you."

"Alex!" Jennifer gasped, as flames of passion flared inside her. When he touched her, she was helpless to resist!

"Are we going to bed?" Alex asked. His fingers rolled Jennifer's rigid nipples through the sweatshirt she was wearing and she shuddered and moaned softly.

"Yesssss!!! Damn, you!" Jennifer replied. She pressed against him. "Yesss!!" She turned in his arms and kissed him.

Alex cupped her buttocks in his hands and lifted her off her feet, pulling her against him. When the kiss ended, he set her down, then he scooped her up in his arms.

"Alex!" Jennifer exclaimed. He carried her up the stairs and she laid her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck softly, her hands playing in his hair. "I love you, Alex Martin," she whispered. "Oh, God, I love you!"

"I love you, too, Jennifer McIntyre," Alex replied.

Alex carried her into the bedroom and set her on the bed, then he went and locked the door. When he turned around, he found Jennifer laying on the bed naked. Smiling, he started toward the bed, pulling his clothes off. "Every time I look at you, you get prettier!" he said, smiling.

It was Jennifer's turn to blush. Then she was in Alex's arms, he was kissing her, and his hands were moving over her, sending delight into her. She rolled onto her belly and Alex's hand began gliding over the smooth curves of her back. Then, much to Jennifer's delight, he began stroking her buttocks lightly with his fingers, making her muscles tighten with passion. "Oh, Alex!!!" she crooned, "I love when you play with my ass!"

Alex slid his hands down the backs of her thighs, making them quiver. He made her squirm and squeal when he carefully tickled each of her feet. Gently, his hands parted her legs, then his hands started slipping lightly over the baby-soft skin covering her inner thighs, moving upward, closer and closer to where Jennifer wanted desperately to be touched.

"Mmmmmmmmnnnnnnn!" Jennifer moaned. Alex began exploring her excitement-sodden vagina with his fingers and her hips began moving instinctively.

He slid one finger into her, tantalizing her, while his other hand slid under her and began caressing her clit, which caused her hips to move even more ardently.

Alex began kissing and licking her buttocks and when he did, Jennifer was sure she would lose control! It felt too good! "Alex!!!" she moaned. "Oh, yessss!!! Oh yessss!!! Kiss me!! Play with meeeee!!! So good!!! Oh, Alex, that feels so good!!!"

As her desire continued to heighten, Jennifer felt herself plunging toward the edge of bliss. "In me, Alex!!!" she cried, "I need you in me!!!"

Alex wanted her as badly as she wanted him. He slid around so he was behind her twisting, straining body, laid on top of her and replaced his finger with his swollen organ. He slid into her slowly, then began moving his hips with a deliberate pace, relishing the feelings of ecstasy which swept through him.

"Yessss!!! Oh, Alex, yessss!!!" Jennifer moaned, "I need you!!! I need you so badly!!! Take me!!! Lover, lover, take meeeee!!!! Make me come!!! Take meee!!!"

Alex began to thrust faster and faster. He couldn't wait! He was losing control. His penis began to throb. "Annnnnnhhhhhh!!!!" he moaned. His body jammed against Jennifer's while he sent powerful jets of his molten juices into her.

"Commmminnnnngggggg!!!! Yessssss!!!! Come, darling!!! Come!!!" Jennifer moaned when she felt Alex coming. "Take meee!!! Yessss!!!! Take meeeeee!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Gaaaaahhhhhhh!!!! Yesssssssss!!! Yessssssss!!! Oh, God, Alex!!!! Yesssssssss!!!!"

When Jennifer's cries of ecstasy began to dwindle and the frantic motions of their bodies started to calm, Alex collapsed on top of her. Then he pulled his softening penis out of her, slid off of her, and rolled onto the bed.

Jennifer pressed herself against Alex, wrapped her arms around him, and their lips joined in a fervent kiss. When the kiss ended, Alex turned out the light and pulled the covers over them. Locked in each other's arms, the two lovers drifted off to sleep.

Outside Jennifer's bedroom door, Donna leaned against the wall, her chest heaving. Her hand clutched her middle through the nightgown Jennifer loaned her and she was caressing herself.

She'd gotten up to get a glass of water and, as she walked down the hall toward the bathroom, she heard Jennifer moaning and immediately realized what she was hearing. "Jennifer and Alex are making love!" Donna thought. Although she knew she shouldn't be eavesdropping on her friends, she couldn't force herself to leave the door through which the rapturous sounds were coming.

Excitement surged through her slim body and she pressed her ear against the door to hear more. Her level of excitement continued to rise. As it did, her legs started to tremble, and her nipples began to emerge from her petite breasts standing out like little fingers.

"I wish...," she thought, as her hand sent delight coursingthrough her, "I wish someday I would have someone who loves me enough to make love to me like that!" 

Donna had an orgasm at almost the same time Alex and Jennifer shared theirs, although they had no idea what was taking place outside their locked bedroom door.

"Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!!" Donna bit her lip to stifle her moans of joy as her orgasm swept through her slim body, releasing the tension her eavesdropping had built up. Weak and spent, her chest heaving, she slid down the wall to a sitting position on the floor.

After a few minutes, she got up quietly, went to the bathroom, got her drink of water, then she went back to bed. As she drifted off to sleep, she began to dream of having someone make love to her the way Alex made love to Jennifer.



The Predator Ch. 30



Six months after his arrest, Mel Ott was being escorted out of the courthouse by sheriff's deputies after his sentencing hearing. He hated jail, but he was getting by. The judge gave him an eighteen month sentence, which meant that, with credit for time served, and time off for good behavior, Mel would probably be up for parole in about a year. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he figured he could make it through a year in jail.

When Mel, accompanied by one of the sheriff's deputies who transported prisoners for the court, came out of the courthouse, he saw Captain Alex Martin, the cop who busted him, talking to one of the other transport deputies. "What the fuck is he doing here?" Mel wondered. As he watched, the detective clapped the deputy on the shoulder, then started toward where Mel was standing.

"Mind if I have a few words with Mel in private before you take him away?" Alex asked.

"Take all the time you want, Cap," the deputy escorting Mel said. "We got two more guys in there waiting to be sentenced. We'll be here a while yet."

"What the fuck do you want?" Mel muttered to Alex. "I'm goin' to jail. You happy now?"

Alex smiled and nodded. "Melvin, do you know a girl named Donna Wells?" he asked.

"What if I do?" Mel replied. He didn't understand this, not one bit. What the fuck was this cop up to? Why was he asking about Donna? Had the bitch ratted him out? If she had, how come he hadn't been charged?"

"I know what you did to her, Melvin, and what you made her do with those men," Alex said.

"Yeah, so?" Mel asked.

"I know you'll probably be getting out of jail in a year or so," Alex said. "When you do, you stay away from Donna, you hear?" He leaned closer to Mel. "If you ever come within a hundred miles of her, Melvin, you're going to wish you were never born."

"OK, OK," Mel said. He looked into Alex's eyes, saw the intense anger there, and knew he better listen. This fucking cop was crazy!

"I'm glad you understand," Alex said. He turned and looked as if he was going to walk away. Then, smiling broadly, he turned back to Mel. "Oh, Melvin," he said, "I almost forgot. You know how much guys in the joint like stoolies?"

Mel stared at him. He knew stoolies had a hard time in jail. That much he'd learned during his stay in the county jail. Nobody in the joint like stoolies. The guys who ratted other guys out were beat on and messed with all the time. He looked around and realized that the other prisoners in the sheriff's van were watching him attentively, and he began to get scared.

"I wanted you to know that I put the word out through a couple of guys I sent up to the joint that you can't keep your mouth shut, Melvin," Alex continued. "They know how helpful you've been to us in a whole bunch of cases."

"Hey, man! What the fuck did you do that for?" Mel whined. "Jesus! It the other guys in the pen think I'm a stoolie, do you know what's gonna happen to me?"

Alex's smile got colder. "I do know, Mel. And that isn't all I told them," he said. "If I was you, I'd see about getting a commercial-sized tube of K-Y Jelly." He grabbed Mel's hand and shook it, then he clapped him on the shoulder. "Take care, Mel," he said, loud enough for the prisoners in the van to hear. "I really do appreciate all the help you've given me." He lowered his voice so the men in the van couldn't hear him, and said, "Have a good life, you slime."

Mel stood there trembling while Alex turned and walked away. He turned and looked at the van and saw the prisoners were glancing at him and talking to each other.

"Come on, Mel, get in van," one of the deputies said. He opened the door. "Make yourself comfortable. They're all done inside, we'll be going in a couple minutes."

Mel, his face ashen, trembling so hard he could barely move, climbed into the van. His movements were already hampered by the handcuffs, waist chain, and leg irons he was wearing, and the fact that he was shaking like a leaf made getting in the van even harder. Once he was in the vehicle, he settled himself on one of the hard vinyl seats and heard the deputy close the door behind him. The three other prisoners in the van glared at him.

A half-hour after his conversation with Mel Ott, Alex drove up in front of his house, got out of his car, and walked up the steps to the house.

"Hi, honey," Jennifer said when Alex walked into the house. She was holding what looked like a card and envelope in her hand. "Look what I got," she said. She handed the card to Alex.

"Mr. and Mrs. William P. Atherton, Jr., joyfully invite you to join them in celebrating the marriage of their son, William Percival Atherton, III to Arlene Williams Ott," Alex read. A broad smile formed on his face.

"Do you believe that?" Jennifer asked. "The Athertons are actually putting on the whole thing. I talked to William's mother on the phone a little while ago and she didn't sound at all like the woman I thought I knew. I really believe she and William's father are excited and happy."

"One thing I've learned being a cop is that you really never know what people are like," Alex said, pulling her into his arms. "Just when you think you have them figured out, they turn around and surprise you." He kissed her, then grinned. "When are we going to send out invitations of our own?" he asked.

Jennifer leaned back in his arms and looked at him carefully. "Do you mean...is that a..." She pressed against him, and hugged him fiercely. "Yes, Alex, I'll marry you," she said. Then she turned her head up and their lips joined in a passionate kiss.

"We're done," Tommy Singleton told Donna after they finished the last of the work his father had given them to do. "Dad said if we finished early, we could take the afternoon off."

"What are you going to do the rest of the afternoon?" Donna asked. She liked Tommy a lot. In the months since he and his family moved to the farm, she and he had become close. She'd seen the way he got all moony-eyed when he looked at her sometimes, and had a feeling he liked her, maybe even more than that. But it puzzled her that he'd never made a move on her, or asked her to go out with him, even to the movies.

"I don't know," Tommy said. He did like Donna. He thought she was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen and, on top of that, she was a lot of fun to be with. He dreamed about her at night, and had wanted to ask her out for a long time. The problem was, he was painfully shy and was afraid Donna wouldn't go with him if he did ask her.

"We could take Bosco and Bonnie for a ride," Donna suggested. "Jennifer said Bosco needs more exercise than she's been able to give him since she's been spending so much time at Alex's place."

"That sounds like fun," Tommy agreed. "Why don't we do that, then?"

Donna smiled. "I'll get some stuff together and we can have a picnic," she said. "What do you think?"

"I think that would be a neat," Tommy said. "Why don't I saddle the horses while you get the food?"

When Donna came back to the barn, Tommy noticed that she'd changed her clothes. Instead of the old jeans and sleeveless sweatshirt she was wearing while they worked, she had on a pair of tan wide-wale corduroy jeans and green popcorn stitch cotton sweater with a mock turtleneck. Tommy looked at her and got a funny feeling in his stomach. She really was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, even prettier than his mom and Mrs. McIntyre, who he also thought were gorgeous!

The two teenagers climbed on the horses and set off through the fields. Tommy led the way and, eventually, they halted in a shady meadow next to a pond.

"This is really a neat place, Tommy," Donna said. "I never even knew this was here. How did you know where it was?"

"My Dad told me about it," the young man replied, blushing a little. 

They dismounted and Tommy unsaddled the horses while Donna spread out the blanket and laid out their lunch. They sat down to eat.

Tommy liked being with Donna, but he wasn't sure how she felt about him. She seemed to like him, but his shyness had kept him from doing anything to make their relationship move forward and it still did. He thought this might be a good time to try and kiss her, but he was scared of how she'd react if he did.

"Earth to Tommy," Donna said.

"What?" Tommy exclaimed. He looked at his companion.

 "This really is a lovely place, Tommy," Donna said softly, looking into his eyes. "Thank you for bringing me here. I've never been on a nicer picnic."

Tommy knew it was now or never. He wasn't about to get a better chance. He leaned toward Donna and she moved closer to him. Then their lips were touching. Their arms slid around each other and, tentatively, their tongues probed.

Fire flashed in Tommy's body, and from the way Donna was moving against him and cooing, he had a feeling it was doing the same in hers. They lay back on the blanket. Tommy decided he wasn't going to stop until Donna told him to, so he screwed up his courage and slid his hand under her sweater. He was surprised to discover that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Goddd!!!" Donna moaned when the young man's hand began caressing her bare breasts, "Oh, Tommy! That feels so nice!" She'd wanted him to make love to her for a long time, and didn't understand why he hadn't made a move on her before this. Her hands went to his waist, opened his jeans, slid inside them and grasped his cock. To her delight she discovered it was already swollen and throbbing.

Tommy shuddered with delight when his companion touched his erection. "Oh, God!!! Oh, Donna!" he groaned. He had wanted this, and had dreamed about it almost every night since he and his family had moved to the McIntyre farm, but he never imagined it would actually happen. And now it was!

Donna lay back on the blanket. Tommy rolled over, pushed her sweater up and began sliding his hands over her smooth, warm skin. His lips moved to her straining nipples.

Donna groaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts into Tommy's mouth. "Uhhhhhh!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, Tommy!!! Yessssss!!!!" she murmured. Her body strained and twisted as his hands roamed over it.

Tommy, not quite sure what to do, but wanting to be good for Donna, kept his touch as light as he could. His hands trembled as he explored Donna's lithe, lovely body. His caresses, inexpert, but gentle, evoked loud cries of joy from his gorgeous companion.

Tommy wanted to do more, to see more of her! He pushed her slacks down, then slid his hands up the insides of her slim, beautiful legs. He began to explore her opening with his fingers. Gasps of ecstasy came from Donna while he caressed her. When he brushed her clit, her gasps turned to wails and her body twisted and strained even more fervently. Kneeling between Donna's out-stretched, trembling legs, he began kissing her flat belly.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!! Tommy!!! Tommy!!!!" Donna babbled, her motions becoming more and more frenzied. She'd never known feelings like those Tommy was giving her! This was the way she'd always dreamed love-making would feel! "Uhhhhhhhh!!!!" she grunted when he slipped one of his fingers into her. Her hips kept moving insistently and her head rolled from side to side on the blanket.

Tommy, more aroused than he believed it was possible to be, kissed through Donna's sparse pubic hair, then he started to lick her clit with his tongue while his finger continued plunging into her.

Donna's body arched and she went wild in response to the overwhelming sensations sweeping over her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ooooooooooooooo!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Tommy!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she groaned. Her movements grew frenzied as an orgasm exploded through her.

Donna finally relaxed, and when she did, Tommy, who had shed his jeans and couldn't wait any longer, rolled on top of her. Lying between her legs, he lifted his hips, then plunged his erection into her.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Donna murmured, her eyes opening. "Godddddd!!!  Yesssss!!! I need you!!! Yesssssss!!! Oh,Tommy!!! Oh, Tommy!!! Oh, Tommy!!!"

Holding himself above the lovely girl on straightened arms, Tommy continued to thrust into her, his swollen shaft penetrating deep. The force of his thrusts made Donna's body quake. Her erect nipples scribed tiny circles in the air as her breasts jiggled. She was so tight, so hot!

"Donna!! Oh, God!!! Donnaaaaa!" Tommy groaned as his explosion neared. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Donnaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!" His come gushed from him, bathing her insides with moist heat.

"Tommy!!! Oh, Tommy!!! Ohh!!! Ohhhhh!!! I...I...I can feel you commmminnnnnnggggg!!! It's so hottttt!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Tommy!!! Tommy!!!! Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!!! Again!! I'm commmminnnngggg agggainnnnnn!!! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!" Donna cried. Her body went wild, her hips straining, her pubic bone grinding against Tommy's, while gratification suffused her.

Spent, they lay in each other's arms, sated, enjoying the contact of their warm, nude flesh.

"That was incredible, Tommy!" Donna murmured. "God! You made me feel better than I ever felt in my life! I wanted you so much!!!!"

"I wanted you, too!" Tommy replied. "I...I've wanted you for a long time, but..." He noticed movement over Donna's shoulder. As he watched, a deer emerged from the woods and headed for the to the pond. "Look, Donna," he whispered, "Over there..."

Donna turned. "A deer!" she whispered. "Neat! Oh, Tommy, this is so wonderful!"

They lay there, watching the deer drink. It had no antlers, so Tommy knew it was a doe. A few minutes later, two smaller deer emerged from the underbrush.

"Look, there's more of them," Donna whispered, snuggling her firm bottom against Tommy. The afternoon had turned out far more wonderful than she'd dared dream it would.

"Those are her fawns," Tommy whispered as he watched the two tiny, spotted creatures walk to where their mother stood.

The young deer began drinking while their mother stood guard, looking around warily. When they'd drunk their fill, all three of them disappeared into the woods, their white tails flashing as they danced into the brush.

"That was fantastic!" Donna whispered. "I've never seen anything like that before."

"Want to go swimming?" Tommy asked. The pressure of her snug bottom against his cock was having a decidedly invigorating effect.

"Sure," Donna replied. Going skinny-dipping would be fun. She jumped to her feet and, beautifully nude, headed for the pond.

Tommy watched Donna as she dashed toward the pond and marveled how attractive she was. He still found it hard to believe that she and he really had made love. He got to his feet and started toward the pond.

Donna had swum half-way to the center of the pond before Tommy reached the water. He launched into a shallow dive, came up swimming strongly, and caught up with her in the middle of the pond. He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him.

Donna turned in Tommy's arms and kissed him as they floated in the chilly water. After a while, they ended the kiss and swam slowly toward shore.

When they reached shallower water, where it was possible to stand, they turned to each other. "Today has been wonderful," Donna said, putting her arms around Tommy and pressing against him.

Despite the fact that they were standing in the chilly water, Tommy felt his body reacting powerfully to the pressure of Donna's against it.

Donna immediately became aware of his reaction. "My God, Tommy!" she whispered, wrapping her hand around his thickening cock. "You...you're getting hard again!"

"Uh-huh," Tommy gasped. He cupped one of her breasts, thumbed the nipple and felt her shudder.

Donna had never in her life felt the way Tommy made her feel. He instinctively seemed to know what to do to make her feel good. "God, Tommy, you turn me on!" she purred. "Let's go back to the blanket!" She tugged on his cock.

"I bet we could do it here," Tommy croaked.

"You really think we can?" Donna gasped. She trembled when his hand slid between her legs and rubbed her clit.

Tommy led her closer to shore, where the water was a bit shallower. "Lie back and let yourself float," he told her.

Donna lay back, letting the water buoy her. She felt Tommy move between her slender legs. She wasn't sure they could really do this but, so far, it did seem to be working.

Tommy discovered, much to his delight, that Donna was floating at just the right height. He slid the tip of his stiffened penis up and down between her swollen, puffy vaginal lips.

"Ohhhh!!! Goddd!!! Tommy!!!!" Donna moaned, "Maybe we...Uuhhhhh!!!...we can do it here!"

Tommy slid his erection into her a little way, then he grasped her hips and pulled her all the way onto him. Once he was fully hilted in her, he began thrusting steadily, his rigid shaft riding easily in and out of her well-lubricated channel.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, yesssss!!! More!!! Give me more!!! Please, Tommy!!! Please!!!" Donna cried. Her arms flailed, churning the water, as he plunged into her. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!! Tommy!!! Tommy!!! Take me!!! Take meeeeeeee!!! Tommy!!! Tommy!!! Tommy!!!! Yeahhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhh!!! Nowwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwww!!!!! Nowwwwwww!!!!!"

"Donna!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! Oh, Godddd!!!!" Tommy groaned.  He shuddered and spewed more of his molten juices into her.

When they finished, they got out of the water and collapsed in each other's arms on the blanket. A while later, dried by the warm sunlight, they rolled on their sides, facing each other.

Donna kissed Tommy gently. "You are so wonderful!" she whispered as she gazed into his eyes.

Tommy gazed back at her. He was speechless. She was everything he'd ever wanted in a woman, and then some. He began stroking one of her breasts, noting with delight that as he did, Donna purred softly and pressed against his hand.

Donna's hand wrapped around Tommy's penis, half-hard and sticky from their recent session of love-making. "You really know how to use this thing!" she giggled softly.

Tommy shuddered as a bolt of delight shot through him. She was making his penis get hard again!

Donna could tell from the look on Tommy's face that her caressing his penis was turning him on again. Feeling a bit wanton, she let go of the swollen organ and stood up.

Tommy, who'd been lying there with his eyes closed, enjoying Donna's caresses, realized his erection was untouched, cooling in the soft breezes blowing over the pond. He opened his eyes, looked up, and saw her standing next to him, grinning. "Do you want me again, Tommy?" she asked, grinning.

"You know I do!" Tommy replied. He reached for her, but she stepped back.

"If you do want me, you'll have to catch me," Donna told him. She turned and dashed away, a lithe, lovely nymph dancing across the meadow.

The horses, cropping grass, raised their heads, looked at the naked humans, then went back to what they were doing.

Tommy, his rigid shaft bobbing, chased Donna over the grass surrounding the pond. He quickly learned that running with an erection wasn't the easiest thing in the world, but he kept going. The more he chased Donna, the more it turned him on. Somehow, despite his best efforts, she managed to keep avoiding him.

 Donna looked back over her shoulder to see how close Tommy was. He stepped into a dip in the field, lost her balance, and fell. Before she could get to her feet, Tommy was on top of her. He plunged his erection into her wet, waiting opening.

"Oh, yessssss!!!!!" she groaned, jamming her hips up to meet his thrusts. "Take me, Tommy!! Take me!!! Take meeeee!!!!!"

Tommy, aroused more than he believed it was possible to be, slammed against her.

While Tommy lunged into her again and again, grunts of delight were forced from Donna by his pounding hips. "Oh!!!! Oh!!! Ohhh!!!" she groaned. "Yesssss!!! Yessss!!!!!  Yessssss!!!!" She clutched Tommy's ass and her legs locked behind his as passion flashed between them.




The Predator Ch. 30



"Take me, Tommy, I need you!!!" Donna cried, "Take me!!! Eeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Take meeeeeeee!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Take meeeeeeeeee!!! Nowwww!!! Now, please !!! Take me!!! Now!!!! Nowwwwwww!!!!" Her hands clawed his buttocks as her orgasm erupted.

"Yeahhhhh!!!" Tommy yelled. He came, too, spewing his seed into Donna's writhing body. "Annnnnhhhhhh!!! Annnnnnnhhhhh!!!!!"

"I can't believe we did that!" the young man gasped as they lay side by side on the grass afterward.

"It was wild, wasn't it?" Donna agreed. "I liked being chased by you." She giggled. "You aren't mad at me, are you?"

Tommy pulled her into his arms. "No way!" he said. "I love you!" His admission surprised him and, judging from the look on her face, Donna, too.

Donna, stunned by Tommy's words, stared at him for a second, then she rolled over, wrapped her arms around him and clung to him. "I love you, too, Tommy! Oh, God! I love you, too!" Finally, she had found what she'd been looking for so long.