0 comments/ 24372 views/ 1 favorites Mystery Man Ch. 01 By: Sexuality4me Dear reader: I am not sure how to categorize this story/beginning novel (I am open to suggestions). It has themes of incest, sexual vampirism, humor, possibly romance, lesbianism, masturbation, and a few other things I wanted to toss in. Yes, I could have written one story for each of these themes but what I am trying to write about is complex and will incorporate multiple themes. Probably not all of this will be in the first chapter, but eventually we will get there. I am writing a slow building story, so if you are looking for a quick fix, this will not be the answer. However, if you are looking for a slow building cauldron of lust, look no further. Chapter 1: Lost in Suburbia I was having the dream again. I can see myself running through the streets…hot, crazy, and passionate. I want to kill or fuck anything that moves. Totally out of control. The wind is blowing all around me with a life of its own. I stop when I see her. She is completely clear to me tonight. I seem to recognize her but I don't know from where. She is tall, sweeping dark red hair blowing ever so slightly in the wind. She is wearing a black flowing robe, which opens and closes seductively in that same wind. She is not wearing anything other than a bright red smile underneath that robe. Her body is beyond the perfection of my imagination. Sculpted by some dark gods. She is calling me and I must join her. We will be together. Beeping. Beeping? Awake. That beeping is my alarm clock performing its most essential yet annoying task. That's what's really wrong with life when you think about it. Alarm clocks. Electronic fascists! Always telling us when we need to get up and be a productive member of society. Usually at an ungodly hour to boot. Nice. Beeping still. Should I turn it off? What will happen if I don't? Will it explode? Before I have the chance to answer one of the great mysteries of life, I hear a distinct banging on my wall. That is my little sister Tara. The 18-year old heartbreaker incarnate. She is also not fond of my alarm clock either. Ah, Tara. I have a special fondness for Tara being she is my little sister. She looks up to me…although now she is probably thinking of a way to telepathically kill me. Will she actually get up to turn off the clock myself. I don't want to get in trouble either of us with Dad, so I shut off the alarm. Besides, I look down and see that someone else is up…last thing I need is Tara seeing me pitch my morning tent. Sigh. Life is really a trip. Beautiful and strange all at the same time. Sort of like a supermodel throwing a cream pie at a donkey. Did I mention ironic too? I will get to the irony later. I really don't understand my own body. I will get to that too. Life is full of choices. I am looking at one now. I look down at my incredibly hard cock and know what I want to do. If a penis could talk, I am sure what mine would be saying at this very moment. I want to but I am afraid of getting caught. I know how ridiculous that sounds but you were not raised in a pastor's home. No self-gratification in this house, Mister. This is irony number one. I am sure I am one of the horniest people in the known universe and yet I am being raised by a man who crusades against masturbation. Who could possibly be against masturbation in this day and age? Father Hardass apparently. And we've talked about it too. He caught me once and threatened to kick me out of the house if I did it again. He called me sick. Disturbed. Maybe he is right. So I tried to give up masturbation for comfortable suburban living. Just one problem. My now throbbing, erect hardness is not convinced of what I thought was a good argument. I can't tell if I am crazy and want to be sane or if the reverse is true. I think of Tara. Long, flowing dark hair…pale skin…her petite but incredibly well proportioned body. Irony #2. I am not supposed to be jerking off but I have three incredibly hot sisters who have a history of resisting being fully dressed around the house. Score one for Dad: God does hate me. I know thinking sexually about Tara is wrong but for some reason I just can't help it. She's just too damn sexy. Tara is the most naturally sexy person I have ever know. I swear it is just unconscious but she loves touching and being touched. Moving those sexy little hips with that incredible ass and…must…stop…perversion. My hard cock is driving me crazy but I know that I am almost in the clear. Yes, I set my alarm for exactly 6:43 for a reason. Right on cue, the first rays of sunlight shine into my room, touching the top of my head. It is the most bizarre thing ever but the minute the sun comes up, I undergo what I can only describe as "the change." For starters, I get the most incredible shrinkage within the first 5 seconds of daylight. How I can shrink from full erection to the dying flower that is now between my legs is a miracle (of sorts). Bad news is that I will not be able to get hard for the rest of the day no matter what I do. This is not such bad news considering my father's admonishments. Then a wave of what I can only describe as weakness and tiredness sweeps over me. I have been like this all my life. It's been a real blast. Pop quiz: if you are the weakest male in your class at a school are you A) Dating Cheerleaders, B) President of the Student Body, C) A Football Star, or D) Terrorized for being weak. Really, you're guessing A? Try again. Ok, that's enough light for me. I like it dark. I close the curtains and head for the shower. I was working the night shift at the local mini-mart but I got laid off. Now, I rent videos with the "Movies4Rent" outlet down the street. Man, I miss that night shift. I regain my strength and ahem, other functions when the sun sets. Again not sure why that is. I would swear I am some sort of vampire, if I believed in such things. Which I do not. Besides, I don't think I would make a very good vampire. Forget that I live in the International House of Crosses. Or my stepmother's garlic fetish. The problem would be the blood. I don't even eat meat. Still, my condition is a medical mystery. The doctors couldn't find any physical reason for my change so they think it is psychological. Great. At the time of the evaluation, figured I wouldn't mention wanting to have sex with my sisters. I also didn't mention the dream. I have had a recurring dream since I was 12-13 about being what I can only imagine is some kind of vampire. Not so much the fangs or the wings or coffins. More the hunger. Passion. The incredible longing. It is hard to describe. For years, I could not remember the dreams but I knew it was the same dream. Every night. As I have aged, I remember more. Last night was the most I have ever remembered. Never saw anyone in the dream before a week ago. It was that woman again but this time I saw her completely clearly. She looked sort of like Rebecca (my oldest sister) but more elegant. Mature. Then again, that may be what Rebecca looks like now. I haven't seen my oldest sister for 3 years now, not since she moved away at right before her 21st birthday. A mission to Africa, she said. Going to save some tribe I have never heard of, she said. Lies. She wrote me six months after to explain her deception and said she was sorry. I can't blame her for leaving but I am still angry with her for not telling me. Why couldn't she have taken me with her if she was going to run away? The end of her letter was cryptic…something about seeing me again. What does that mean? This mystery is one of things on my mind as I run "Bonko goes to the Circus" through the cash register for some soccer mom every afternoon of my miserable existence. At least Jenna told me in person she was leaving. Jenna. Jenna may be the middle child but she is definitely the rebel of the family. In a family of dark haired children, she dyed her hair blond. Then bright red. Then purple. Yeah Dad went crazy. I miss her sense of style. She is the only one of my sisters I got to see completely naked. She would think nothing of changing in front of me. That's just the kind of girl she was. Slightly smaller in stature than Rebecca but slightly bigger legs, breast and ass. And she never let big sis forget it. I miss their fighting and tearing around the house when Dad wasn't home. Rebecca was stronger but Jenna more tenacious both physically and in spirit. The one thing they both agreed upon is not liking Dad. Despite not getting along with Dad at all, she stayed until late last year. I still remember the day she left. I saw a look in her eyes I had never seen. Terror. Confusion. Excitement. She came home and frantically packed her things. I asked her what she was doing. I asked her to stay. I asked her to take me with her. She told me she couldn't and started to cry. She couldn't tell me anything but she looked me in the eye and told me she would be back for me. When? Soon. Whatever. Now I am the oldest 20 year-old Tannen still living at home. I sit down to eat breakfast. There was a carton of milk in the refrigerator but it was empty. If it was empty, why did someone put it back? Ok, where's the toast? When you live a life like mine, you learn to tolerate living a life with so much mystery. Michael Tannen, Mystery Man. It almost rhymes. Screw breakfast, I'm already late for work. Dark shades, the happy "Movies4Rent" uniform…I look at myself in the mirror for one last check. I look like I ate bad sushi…in my case, normal. At least I missed Dad. Mystery Man Ch. 01 Before, it was always the same routine. Go into the chat room and hang out for awhile, play a couple card games, and then go about my work. I never knew it would become an addiction.... Now I find myself logging on whenever I have spare time, staying up until all hours of the night. I never used to be so easily corruptible. I hope for a message from him, the man who promises to show me what I've been missing. He usually has a saucy, racy message waiting for me when I log on, and tonight was no different.... I went into the now familiar chat room and a message flashed across my screen. "Wake up little school girl....cum out to play." Grinning, I looked at the list of names at the bottom of the window and located him. Completely forgetting about the game for the moment, I messaged him first. "I'm up. Did you have fun without me last night?" It took a moment before he responded with, "Ohhhh yeah. Where were ya hidin' last night?" "I was hidin' in your bed, but you were too busy in the chat room, so I got bored and left. Don't tell me you didn't even know!" I replied sarcastically. "I didn't know....why didn't you tell me?" "Because I was having too much fun with me, myself and I. You should have been there.....it was a regular ménage à trois. Ya coulda taken pictures for cryin' out loud!" I was greeted by laughter across the screen. He thinks I'm joking? Ah well....might as well play along.... Inevitably the conversation became more and more sensual. But I always flirted outrageously with him. Who could blame him for following my lead? I was looking at online displays of thoroughly revealing lingerie and suddenly blurted out, "So what qualities about women drive you wild?" "Well, she'd definitely have to have a kinky side," he said. "Done, and that's 2 points for me. Next?" "It helps if she's a little bit exhibitionist, a little bit school girl, a little bit naughty, and a whole lotta sexy..." "And I'm not???" I feigned pouting to see what he'd say. "You've definitely got a great body....tits just the way I like them, nice and big....nice legs, great ass....." he commented. "Awww....you tryin' to seduce me now?" I teased. "Depends.....do you want to be seduced?" His question caught me a little off guard. I'd never behaved so outrageously flirtatious with a strange man before, and I was intrigued. Cybering was something that I'd never done, but neither did I hold the typical prejudices that only computer nerds used it to get off. Still, the prospect intrigued me.....he seemed to take me for exactly what I am...a huge flirt who's extremely sarcastic, works hard, and takes care of her body. My pleasure really lies in making people laugh, and in turning people on. I didn't know how to respond to his question. How far would this go? How far was I willing to play this out? It was obvious that my body didn't need words to respond to his simple question. It was urging me to do something, and quickly... I finally decided to play along to see where this little game would take me. "So what if I said I wanted to be seduced? What would you do about it through the computer screen?" It took a few minutes before his reply came. "You know.....chatting isn't the only way I can get to know you..." "What are you suggesting, darlin?" I queried. "I'm saying I would love to hear you come." "How are you gonna hear me?" I asked curiously. "What would you say if I told you I wanted to call you and bring you to orgasm over and over again?" "I'd say you're ahead of most of the men with that bring me to orgasm over and over part! Hehehehe...." I teased. I was still curious to see if he was joking. "I want to hear you come and know you're playing with yourself because of my voice," he said. "You really want to?" I asked. It was suddenly so warm in the room that it was unbearable. Millions of thoughts raced through my mind.....would I really go through with this? "I want to hear you. I'm so turned on, like I am every time I talk to you. The only thing better than imagining you stroking my cock when I beat off at night would be hearing you telling me you're stroking me. And the best thing of all would be if you were here so I could tease you and please you...." I was getting more and more wet by the moment. I weighed the decision in my mind. It didn't take me long to decide. Well, I rationalized....he turns me on as much as he says I make him hot. I'm so hot right now that I'll wind up bringing myself to orgasm. I might as well find out what it feels like to have an audience.... I debated about whether or not it was smart to give my "teacher" my telephone number. I soon got over the fear and quickly typed my number into the small window before I could change my mind. "Are you from Texas?" flashed across the screen. I figured he'd already be on his way to the phone, and had almost closed the window as the message popped up. Feeling a little paranoid, I answered yes. "Houston?" "Ummm...yeah. How did you guess?" I queried. "Same area code as me. Still want me to call?" As I tried to figure out whether that was an invitation or not, the phone rang. I picked up and answered quietly... "Hello?" I was greeted by a deep masculine voice with that husky edge that comes on only with arousal. "Hey little school girl. What are you wearing for your teacher today?" "Is it really you?" I asked, a little stunned. "What do you think? Don't ask any questions until you answer the question correctly," he commanded. "I'm wearing a t-shirt and jeans," I said slowly. "Why? Take those off baby. Do it now." I slowly stripped out of my clothes. I noticed as my hands slid over my smooth skin how hot I felt to the touch. My skin was flushed and I was already breathing heavily. When I was down to my lacy bra and g-string (since I always believe in wearing sexy underwear no matter what you may be wearing), I picked the phone up again. It was about that time that I noticed he wasn't online. Good, I thought to myself. His attention is focused on me tonight. "Are you undressed?" "I took off everything except my bra and panties," I replied. "Let me take those off for you...I'd use my teeth and touch you all over." I sighed huskily. He knew exactly where I wanted this to go. I slowly peeled my undergarments off my body and let out a soft moan. His moan told me that he had long since undressed. "I've dreamed of those luscious tits for weeks now. Touch them for me and tell me how good they feel..." he demanded. Shyly I touched my own breasts, feeling as if I were being watched. It was an unfamiliar but not unpleasant experience. I took a deep breath, and at the same time heard a strange noise on his end of the line. It sounded like a door shutting. "Do you have company?" I asked. "No. Are you touching your tits? Are you feeling my tongue flicking them up and down, licking all over them, making you squirm?" As I touched myself, I leaned back, propping the phone up to my ear, and closing my eyes. As my cool hands glided over my skin, I felt goose bumps race across the flesh of my stomach and arms. I could not help my self and let my hands roam all over my body. I sighed heavily and groaned. It's been such a long time....don't tease me so... I started to speak, but his voice came on. "My cock is nice and hard for you. I bet there are quite a few things you could think of to get me off. Would you suck me? Let me fuck your pretty tits? Where do you want me?" he rasped. "I want you deep inside me. It's been so long...I need a good hard dick. I need your fingers and your tongue. Show me how a woman should be pleased," I begged. "Not just yet baby, I want to taste you first." More strange background noise, but I was too involved to do more than notice it. I didn't give it a second thought. I closed my eyes as my hands roamed over my stomach....around my breasts....onto my thighs.... And suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Fuck. Hold on a minute baby. Someone's at the door." Extremely annoyed, I wrapped a robe around my naked body and stalked off to the front door. When I opened it, I was greeted by a familiar voice. "Hello little school girl," he said to me, face to face. I was too stunned to do more than blink. He strolled into the house, hanging up his cell phone, and gently closed the door behind him, making sure it was locked. "What? How...you...? How'd you find out where I live?" I asked, panicking. "Shhhh...." was all he said as he pushed me back into the wall near the door and kissed me forcefully. "You wanted me to show you how a woman should be pleased by a man. Enjoy it." I tilted my head back and closed my eyes as his hands moved up to my shoulders, massaging the robe over my arms and down into a pile at my feet. His lips nibbled my neck, and his moans told me he'd been longing for a night like this as much as I had. Those lips felt so hot and wonderful against my skin....they moved downward and began assaulting my tits as I clutched at the wall, trying not to fall on my face. His mouth was every bit as good as my imagination had led me to believe. He flicked my nipples and bit them gently. I could feel my wetness running down my legs. He got down on his knees and gently licked his way down across my stomach, over my navel, to the tops of my thighs...He reached up and grabbed my hands, pulling me down without ever taking his face from my legs or looking up. As I slowly fell to my knees on the floor, I realized I was naked in front of this stunning man. I froze suddenly, and he immediately sensed it. Instead of looking up at me and talking, he immediately moved his head in between my legs and nibbled at my inner thighs. He took long, slow licks up and down my lips, and stopped briefly to suck softly on my clit. I relaxed very quickly and returned to the state of arousal I had been in on the phone with him. He dragged his tongue in hard circles around my clit, letting out soft moans. Suddenly, I felt his fingers enter me and pump slowly in and out. So close...mmm... His fingers moved faster and faster, twisting back and forth as he made love to my clit with his tongue. He began sucking my clit, holding it between his lips as he swirled his tongue around, and my hips began bucking. The most wonderful sensation spread through my body originating from my insides. The ripple moved through all my limbs and super-heated all my muscles, sending a bright red flush across my skin. My legs tensed and squeezed his head tight between my thighs. My back came up off the floor, and I couldn't help the low guttural moan I let out. Mmmm.... He came up for air when my thighs finally released him from their silken prison. He pulled off his shirt, and stood to drop his shorts to the floor. I was surprised and pleased to find that he was not wearing underwear. He kneeled back down between my legs and placed his cock at my entrance, but did not enter me. "Did you like that?" he asked. "God yes. Please fuck me, baby. I need it..." I begged. "How badly do you need it?" he teased, rubbing his rock-hard length against my lips. I tried to buck my hips up to take him inside me, but he pulled away. "For that, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson and show you what happens when you don't answer your teacher's question," he growled at me. He grabbed my wrists and yanked my to my knees. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and drew my face toward his crotch. "Suck me," he commanded. I immediately swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. He tasted so delicious. I then tried to stuff as much of him as I could in my mouth, using my fingernails to lightly play with his balls. I tried to imitate what my inner muscles would later do to him, and picked up speed, moving up and down on his shaft and painting circles with the tip of my tongue. His moans got louder, and he clutched at my head harder. His hips started to thrust his manhood in and out of my mouth, faster, faster...One last thrust and I felt the first quivering of his muscles as he orgasmed and filled my mouth. I barely had time to swallow it before he bent down and picked me up. "Where's your bedroom?" he demanded. I pointed the direction and he headed that direction holding me up. When we entered my room, he tossed me on the bed and commanded me to get on my hands and knees. I did as I was told and was delighted to discover he was still hard when he climbed up on the bed and moved close behind me. One hard thrust and he was all the way inside...mmm... He wrapped one arm around my stomach and pressed his chest into my back. His thrusts turned into hard grinding as I felt the hand around my waist snake its way down to my clit. He rubbed light circles around my clit as he fucked me. I felt his other hand cup my tit and pinch my nipple hard. His lips were nibbling, sucking, biting at my shoulders as I held the two of us up. His fingers started moving faster against my clit, and he pinched my nipple even harder. I heard a low groan come from his throat as a moan escaped mine. He moved so furiously against me that I was soon screaming in pleasure. As he ground himself into me, I shuddered, feeling the signs of my second orgasm approaching. As my inner muscles tightened, I felt him stiffen and pulse within me. We both yelled loudly and moaned like wild animals. As he emptied his load, he fell forward onto his hands, pushing me down under him. We were both panting rapidly. He moved his hips away from me and I felt him slip out of me. He rolled over and laid next to me, still breathing heavily, and smiled. "Wow..." was all I could manage. "If you think that's all, you're wrong again..." he said slyly, and winked at me. Mystery Man Ch. 02 Author's note: No sex, more build-up. Do you hate me yet? Chapter 2: The Worker's Paradise Work. The eternal bane of my existence. I am convinced that I was born not to work. I watch people slip in and out of the store, making the most of their lunch breaks. How can these people live like this? This is the most unnatural life. Speaking of unnatural life, Trudy my stepmother just walked in. Trudy is...how can I say this...she is totally devoid of a personality of her own. Some nameless, shapeless clone send by the church to take care of my father. She even looks plastic, like she were molded rather than grown. Always perfect make-up, shapeless body, and a vacant look in her eyes. Fortunately she is easy to deceive. "Michael, you father wants you to pick up his dry cleaning on the way home." "Why didn't he call?" I don't have time for this shit. "Oh, he could have but I told him I had to come down to shopping center anyway..." Trouble. "Can we talk?" "Sure." Please let it be about joining her prayer group. Prayer group. Prayer group. "I've been concerned. I never see you dating any women. Is there anything you want to tell me?" Fuck. You know, it really could have been the prayer group. I would actually do anything not to be having this conversation at this moment. "Gee Trudy, I am not sure I understand your meaning." She leans in a little now, so she can say "the dirty words." "Well, I am beginning to think that you might be gay. Of course your father and I don't want you to be out fornicating, but a wholesome relationship with a God fearing girl should have happened by now." Ah, yes. Now we come to it. Hmm. Must think of something to tell her. Anything but the truth. Well, Trudy since I have lusting after my sisters most of my life so I haven't noticed many other women. Fortunately, two are out of the house now so all you have to do is keep me away from Tara. Good luck sweetie! "Trudy, really you don't need to be concerned. I am just waiting for the right girl." "It's funny you should mention that. I know so many girls your age in my prayer group..." Honestly at this point of the conversation, I stopped listening. I knew we would eventually get to the Prayer group and Trudy did not disappoint. I might have to take one for the team. "...so can you come with us next Friday night?" Trudy's face contorted into a tight smile. Sorry Trudes, I would rather burn in Hell than spend one more night with your group. "You know I would love to but I promised I would take Tara out to feed the homeless that night. Sorry!" Trudy looked clearly chagrined. She clouded over. "Well, ok...maybe next week." Yeah, unless I am doing dudes on you bed. "I'll be there with bells on!" Exit Trudy. That was slightly less painful than say having a rusted pipe shoved through my sternum. I will have to warn Tara. I dialed her cell phone immediately. Work can wait. "Mmmhello?" She sounded half awake; I forgot she had the day off. She sleeps in on her days off. All day if she can get away with it. "Tara, Mike. We have a Trudy alert." "Damn it! What did you get me into now?" "We have to feed the homeless on Friday." Tara erupted with laughter. She has the most amazing laugh...it's sort of girly and high pitched despite her low voice. "Nice. You owe me one buster...and while we're on the subject, turn off your fucking alarm clock or I will shove it up your ass." "Promise?" She giggled again. "Whatever. Can you get me free movies today?" "Come and get them." "It's too...hot out now. I will be by around 6 tonight, when you get off." "Ok." It was like 40 degrees out. I would have said something but I knew that Tara was sensitive to the sunlight too. We never really talked about it but it ran in the family. "No dirty movies or Dad will have my ass." More giggling. "Live a little!" Click. ****** Five to six. It had been a day that would have tested the patience of Gandhi. The sun had set about 15 minutes ago and I was already feeling better. Sort of amped...like I was on some kind of drug. Something caught my attention...it was like I knew someone was coming. Just then, Tara bound through the door. She was adorably dressed, in loose sweats and her hair up. Smiling. "Hey Fucker!" Term of endearment. She walked over and gave me a hug. Tara is a very physical person and almost always gives me hugs. Not sure why. Then she hit me in the arm. "Turn off your alarm fucker!" "Why Tara! That wasn't very Christian! Maybe you need the Lord's prayer group after all." I gave her a wicked grin. "Yeah, like I need a hole in the head." Tara was the least Christian person I have ever met. Totally naturally hedonistic. I wouldn't be surprised if she stashed a golden calf in her closet under some clothes. "So are you gay yet?" "Trudy talked to you." Tara grinned widely. "Yeah a few days ago she asked me about it. I was going to tell you but I figured she would tell you in her own sweet time." Tara walked over and was standing right in front of me. I walked around her and slapped her ass. "What do you think!" I looked back to her slightly shocked, slightly surprised face. "Just wait until it is your turn, Ms. Never Dates Guys Twice." "Yeah, guys are such tools. No offense." Tara now made her way to the movie aisle. "How many can I rent?" I was out of credits but didn't have the heart to tell her. I would rent it for her. Besides I owe her. "Just one this time." "Just one?" Her nose crinkled. "Ah..." "Tara can I ask you something?" "Hmmm...maybe. Can you?" Smart ass. "How do you get away with sleeping all day? I can't imagine Trudy permitting that "sloth" in her house." Tara walked up with her movie. On the cover was two beautiful women and a some hot dude. It was one of those love triangle/everyone sleeps with everyone/epic chick flicks she loved to rent. She put down the movie and looked from side to side. "My secret." "Please?" I gave her the puppy dog look I knew she couldn't resist. "Ah puppy look! Ok...I trust you. Before Jenna left, she told me the secret of her bed. You know how Jenna's old bed rests on a wooden frame? One of the panels open and there is a crawl space underneath the bed with a mattress pad and some pillows. Nice and cool. Love it!" Come to think of it, that wall pounding was pretty low. "Yeah but what if someone checks on you?" "Check on me? Whatever do you mean?" Tara was now smiling drunkenly at me, although I was sure she was sober. "I mean someone coming into the room, Trudy, Dad, anyone..." "If they come in, I just tell them I left super early to run errands. They know I keep late hours." Now I smiled broadly. "Well don't we just have our stories covered." Her smile narrowed. "I don't know about this we stuff...I'm not the one going out in the middle of the day to work." My smile evaporated. The thought of my life came back to me. Tara noticed the change in me and patted my back as if she could read my mind. "Sorry about that. I know it's hateful." I looked down and picked up her movie. "Better hope you have a TV and DVD player down there if you are going to watch this smut in a God Fearing House!" I pointed to the cover, "Sexy!" That broke the tension. Tara chuckled, emphasizing every word of her next statement. "You...just...have...to...be...very...crafty! Those people sleep like the dead." "What about this guy?" I rang her up and clocked out. "One day you are going to get caught not watching the Lord's approved entertainment and your soul will burn!" "Please. You are asleep before they are. Just give me my smutty DVD fucker. No boys allowed." Said with a smile and wink. She offered me a ride home but I felt like walking for some reason. Mystery Man Ch. 02 I laughed as I tried to catch my breath. I'd just had the best sexual encounter of my life thus far, and was still trying to figure out how the hell he'd found out where I live, and he's telling me he's just getting started? "Well, that may be the beginning, but I'm afraid you've just worn me out, Mr. Teacher," I teased. I quickly stood up and strolled off to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and I reveled in that wilder side as it took control of my more dominant rational side. I swung my hips and looked over my shoulder, daring him to follow me with my eyes. To my disappointment, he appeared to be drifting off to sleep on my bed, one leg hanging over the side, half covered with now-soaking sheets. "So much for just getting started..." I mumbled to myself, sighing. I went to the cupboard and pulled out a glass, filling it with cold water from the fridge. While looking in the fridge, the milk caught my eye and I suddenly decided that chocolate milk sounded like a delightful treat after the workout I had just had. I glanced back into the hallway and didn't see him moving anywhere in my line of sight, so I continued with the task at hand. Pouring milk into the blender and adding a little more chocolate syrup than necessary, I bent down to feel for the lid in the drawer with one hand. I put down the syrup bottle and crouched down in order to see better, and was startled to feel something cold and thick running down the crack of my ass. Giving a little shriek, I whipped around just in time to see my teacher throw the bottle of chocolate sauce across the room, fall to his knees and reach for me. "How the hell do you keep sneaking up on me like that?" I yelled at him. "Years of practice, my dear," he laughed as he suddenly grabbed my ass cheeks and maneuvered me around to where his face was mere inches from the curve of my behind. "Mmmmmm....I've been dreaming about this ass since I first saw a picture of your backside..." he mumbled breathlessly. Gently, he spread my cheeks apart and peered at me where most men don't dare venture. He ran his fingertips lightly across my sensitive skin, working me up with almost no effort at all. His hands found their way between my legs and parted my thighs. In an instant, his face was between my legs as he moved his body into a contortionist's nightmare to be able to reach all his favorite parts. I braced myself against the counter as I felt his tongue running from my clit to my opening to my ass, moaning inside his throat. The vibrations were quickly making me lose my grip on reality, and I sagged with the weight of my impending orgasm. He rolled onto his back and in one smooth motion, pulled me into a kneeling position with my pussy just a breath away from his face. I moved my legs to straddle his face and he shoved his fingers inside me, fucking me hard and fast as his mouth locked around my clit, his tongue massaging me expertly. I was getting close....so close....so warm....out of breath...almost there....and then I felt a finger probing at my ass. I was about to tell him that was off-limits when his finger thrust violently inside my anus, sending me off this planet and into orbit. I came so hard that every muscle in my body contracted at once, blending a delicious hint of pain into my climax. As soon as my muscles relaxed, I knew I could no longer support myself and rolled off him onto my back. Just as quickly, he rolled over and placed himself between my legs. He thrust only the head of his dick inside me and slowly withdrew it. I sighed and mumbled at him as he continued his deliberate torture on my sex-starved cunt. And again....again and again....he slowly thrust the head in, and slllllooooooooowwwlllyyyyy withdrew. I reached between my legs and attempted to grab his butt with both hands and pull him inside me. He saw me and anticipated my movements, pulling away and out of reach before I could get near him. "Not so fast...who do you think is the teacher, here?" he asked slyly. Chastised, I pulled my hands back and laid unmoving, waiting for his next move. He sat back on his feet, just watching me, silent. This continued for a split second and I finally asked him why he wasn't doing anything. "I want you to beg," he said soberly. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging to have my cock anywhere I can get it, even in that tight ass of yours." "You can have my mouth and my pussy all night long, baby, but the ass is off-limits. I mean, what you just did felt spectacular, but I don't think I could actually take your dick all..." "You get it where and when I want it or you get nothing," he said sternly, cutting me off. "You aren't serious...." I let the sentence fade away as his eyes clouded over with the beginnings of a storm I wasn't sure I could handle. He grabbed both of my wrists as he stood up, his hard dick dancing mockingly as confusion muddled my thoughts. He jerked me into a sitting position, and I stood up with his help before he felt it necessary to pull my arms out of my sockets in order to get me where he wanted me. I was already feeling pain where his strong fingers bit into the flesh of my arms. He let go of my right arm, only to jerk my left arm violently back and spin me around. He quickly grabbed the right arm again, and effectively hobbled me by pinning my arms agonizingly behind my back. "Relax. This won't hurt as badly as you're thinking," he said softly in my ear. I felt something warm and moist touch the tip of my ear, and just as suddenly as that tender touch, I felt the sharp prick of teeth biting into my earlobe. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but brought a tear to my eye. I winced, hearing myself make a sound between a moan and a sob as he abruptly pushed me forward, telling me to move. I closed my eyes and stumbled forward, figuring correctly that he would steer me with my arms. I smelled the subtle scent of the lavender cleaner that I had used in the bathroom earlier that day as my feet hit the baseboards under the cabinet, sending waves of excruciating pain through my feet. I was pushed forward, bent over the counter, feeling the cold tile pushed into my abdomen. I opened my eyes and looked at him behind me in the mirror. The insane part of my mind imagined his countenance as having a tender expression as he surveyed my helpless body bowed in front of him. I felt him shuffling his hands over my wrists, and then felt a hard slap on my ass. I yelped, and he smiled the most wicked smile I'd ever seen. Pain flashed against my other ass cheek before I ever registered the sound of the slap. The clouts on my behind increased in frequency and force. I bowed my head down, my hair falling over my face. He was just as quickly on his knees again, kissing and licking the ass that he'd just severely beaten. And though I ached and was truly astonished by the turn of events, I found myself more aroused, spreading my legs open wide for him and leaning as far into the counter as I could. His hands were wandering over my ass cheeks and his mouth was traveling all over the crack of my ass to my pussy lips and back. Again, I felt his fingers slide easily into me, forcing my overflowing juices to run down the inside of my thighs. I moaned loudly, and then felt a hard smack on my cheeks again. I kept silent from that point on as he continued to taste and touch only the parts of me that he wanted to sample. I looked up at myself in the mirror again, unable to see what he was doing to me from my vantage point. I was surprised to see the familiar red flush spreading across my heaving chest. His fingers plunged in and out of me, and my hips started to buck involuntarily. Just about the time I was about to fall right off the edge of sanity into the bliss, he stood up, releasing my arms from his painful grip. I sighed thankfully, and felt blood rushing back into my arms. I glanced in the mirror to see what he was doing, just in time to catch the evil grin on his face as he pulled my hips into him with astonishing force, the head of his cock penetrating my virgin ass with the aid of the lingering trail of chocolate. I screamed with the blending of pain and pleasure. I felt him start to move, and with the newness of everything, tensed up, hurting myself even more. "Relax baby. It'll only hurt worse if you fight it. Just relax and feel me in that tight ass, and you'll know how good it feels soon..." he whispered in my ear, his breath heavy on my neck. I shivered and the fine hairs on my neck raise and my skin crawl with goose bumps. Gradually, I felt him push himself into me, pulling my hips back onto him. When I felt the impossible....his entire length inside my ass, and his balls resting lightly against the back of my thighs, he drew back and slammed himself into me. I felt his arm reach around my stomach and start caressing my dripping pussy. He scooped some of my juices into his hand and spread them over my clit. Catching it between his fingers, he began rhythmically pulling it in time with his thrusts. Feeling the last remnants of resistance fading from my mind, I began to push myself against him, twisting and rotating my hips to get more of the delicious pressure against my clit. It was very obvious to me then that he truly did have years of practice, and that I had much to learn. Unable to stop myself, I began to moan and toss my head from side to side. He pushed his hand into my back and jammed me down against the counter as his plunging became more erratic. Smashed between the hard, frigid tile and his hard, hot body, I felt the ripples starting from inside, and my pussy spasmed hard as he emptied himself inside me. His climax sent me over the edge, and I yelled meaningless words into the unyielding countertop as my own orgasm ripped through me, once again blending pain with pleasure. He collapsed on top of me, pushing me even more painfully into the countertop. Chuckling softly to himself, he mumbled that he knew I'd grow to like it, and I felt him slowly slide out of me. A flood of our juices ran down my thighs as evidence that I hadn't imagined what had just happened to me. Unable to move on my own, whether from shock or from ecstasy I don't know, he picked me up and carried back to my own bed once again. He laid me down, and gently sucked each of my nipples into his mouth before tucking me in under the covers. "Don't worry doll. I can tell you're a fast learner. I'll be back tomorrow with lesson two," he said in that husky voice that I liked so much. He bent to give me one last probing kiss, and then walked out of my house without another word. Exhausted, I fell asleep. And in my dreams, I saw "Hello little school girl...." flash across a computer screen... Mystery Man Ch. 03 Author's note: Ok, Ok. I'll throw you dirty perverts a bone. We are just getting started. Easing into it. Chapter 3: Home with the Tannens When I walked through the door, dinner was almost ready. The perfect American suburban household. Please kill me now. Except Tara crawling around on the couch, trying to get comfortable. I swear there is just something totally sexual about her movements...slow, deliberate, sensual. I think she sensed I was watching her because she looked up just as I thought some of my own impure thoughts. She blushed a little too. It was time for the rituals. We all sat at the dinner table and ate. The goal of the dinner ritual was to eat without saying anything that might betray a failure to love God. We were doing fine. Work, volunteering to feed the homeless, and loving God came up. Subjects that never came up included, sin, masturbation, lusting for your younger sister, what happened to your other two sisters, and above all, the ultimate taboo, Mom. I knew next to nothing about my real mother, except that we never mentioned her and she abandoned me as a child. Dad literally never mentioned anything else about her. Ever. After the dinner ritual, there is the ritual of watching wholesome entertainment. Usually a televangelist or some tape on "spiritual enlightenment." Ordinarily I would try to get out of it but I knew Tara was trying to outlast the ritual and I stayed to watch the show. Sure enough, around 10 pm, the old folks had enough. 3 hours of PTL had me praying to go to Hell but it was worth it. Tara was squirming ten times worse than I was and looked like she was going out of her mind. Tara would have to wait until they not only went to bed but fell asleep. And then there was avoiding me. Tara never explicitly told me I couldn't watch a movie with her before but she rarely invited me or watched them while I was awake. Sometimes. I gave her privacy and used the time for...my own hobbies. I suppose I did have some fantasy where she just super turned on and gratifies herself to the movies. But I never believed she would dare something like that in the living room. She had as much to risk for that behavior as I did. And her hardware store gig wasn't paying the rent. Still Tara is capable of anything. ******************* Around midnight, I heard Tara leave her room. This was the "check to make sure the old people were asleep ritual." Amazingly, Tara was able to sneak into their room and check them undetected. Out cold. She really should have been a ninja rather than a hardware specialist. She met me in the living room standing with my hands on my hips and a smile on my face. "I thought they would never go to sleep." Tara smiled slyly. "Me neither. So when are you going to join them." "Can't I watch the movie with you?" I pulled out the puppy dog again but knew I couldn't over play my hand. Tara was less moved this time but couldn't refuse me since I got her the movie to begin with. "Fine." She huffed. "But you will have to keep it down." She pointed her finger at me. This will be interesting. But not immediately. You could tell by Tara's posture that she was pissed but she relaxed as the movie progressed. After the first major sex scene, I had to adjust myself but I was doing ok. Tara was sweating lightly and wanted to take off her sweats. "Do you mind?" She said, lifting her sweatshirt. I sort of nodded, mesmerized by the sight. The effect was immediate. She had a T-shirt underneath but no bra. Her nipples were poking through the sheer material and the moisture made her breasts slightly visible. I tried not to stare but I was rock hard almost instantly. It was almost like pheromones or something. I should have minded. She started to take off her sweat pants. "Are you crazy? If they catch you nearly naked, we are both out of here." She pulled up her sweat pants. "We? I am the one getting naked..." Then it happened. She noticed my bulge. I tried to put my hand over it but she saw it before the cover job. "Oh my god. Forget about my pants, that is definitely going to get us thrown out!" She was shocked but smiling. I turned beet red. "I am so embarrassed. Stop looking. Please." This was not going well; I wanted to see her embarrassed. Instead she became fascinated and began asking questions. "Hey, I've always been curious...about something. Blue balls...truth or fiction?" "Do I have to answer this?" "Yes." Ah the dreaded blue balls. I never got them when the sun "naturally" deflated my divining rod but if I got completely soft at night after being totally hard, I was guaranteed to get them. Incredible pain. And dawn was several hours away. "Yeah sort of." "Sort of?" I explained the situation. I thought she would stop asking questions but her fascination increased. "So are you, ahem, in trouble?" I knew I was but I didn't want to admit it. "No I am fine. What about you? Do you get blue balls?" She giggled quietly. "Yeah sort of but I have to be really worked up." She paused and I sensed that she was also holding back. "Hey if things are a little too intense for you, I can always fill you in tomorrow what happened..." There it was. She was letting me off the hook and maybe even trying to get off (no pun intended) herself. I could hack it if she could. "No go ahead. I can finish watching this." "Ok..." We watched in silence for 30 more minutes. Those were the longest 30 minutes of my life. My package was begging to be delivered if only to my bathroom sink. I thought for sure that it would detach from my pants and fuck my sister while I watched in horror. Meanwhile, Ms. "I'll tell you what happened" was squirming like she was sitting on a hot plate. At one point she looked down with concern. I decided to press her. "You know Tara, its probably ok to take off your sweat pants. I can be cool." I knew if she did, I knew my head would actually explode. But it was an empty threat. I knew from (the internet where else) that she would probably be sopping wet and would not dare take those pants off for anything. True to form, she shot me a devastating look. "Naw, that's ok...I think I will keep them on thank you very much." Pause. Then added. "Fucker." Another sex scene. Tara's eyes got really wide. The only way I survived is that I didn't look at the screen; I was looking at her. About halfway through, Tara's fingers and toes began to twitch and she closed her eyes. Orgasm? No, but she was at least as bad off as I was. The time had come. "Hey we can stop if you want." I was a little concerned that I had pushed her too hard. I touched her back and she opened her eyes. "Yeah, you know I am getting a little tired. Started to fall asleep." She slowly got up and took out the DVD. "Good night." And now the retreat. Tara got up and staggered like she was drunk. She looked back at me, maybe a little embarrassed even. She had this weird smile on her face though...walking away with that lustful little smile. She reached her door and tried to close it but it stayed open a crack. Just a crack. I want to tell you I did something decent. I want to tell you I went back to my room and thought good Christian thoughts. But that is not what happened. I walked over to Tara's door and saw a desperate scene. It appeared as though she had literally stripped as she walked though her door and was now face down on the floor furiously rubbing herself. One hand groping a nipple while the other rubbing her clit in an up and down motion. It was the most erotic scene I had ever imagined, much less witnessed. Everything was getting spacey at this point...her scent entering my nostrils sending a primitive message to my brain. I needed relief. Now. I pulled out my cock and started to stroke. Worshipping at the foot of my sister's door. Intense pleasure washing over me...this would not go on long. Tara was also close, her body was shaking and her moaning increasing. She became less human to me...an animal who needs gratification. Then her whole body shook and tensed...her body racked with orgasm. It must have lasted only 30 seconds or so but it seemed like an eternity. There was this incredible light coming off of her...for a second, I thought a car was shining a light through her window. Her now totally naked body shimmering in the moonlight, reflecting the light. She looked like a being of infinite light, almost superhuman. I needed to come but I had run out of time and she would surely catch me. I was able to stagger into my room and bed before soiling my sheets with rope after rope of my orgasm. The light in my mind was shut off and there was only darkness. The dream again. But not the dream. No build up, no lead up. First image was of the woman. She was saying something to me...I couldn't make it out. She was wearing a white gown this time but then her gown became red. I turned back to the woman...she was not angry but had a look of great concentration. Her eyes were shut and I saw another vision. I saw myself but not myself. I was older, virile, strong. Never who I was but who I would be. Then I heard the name "Red Rooster."