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Bad Boy

By: DG Hear



Thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for editing my story.

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I'll begin by telling you I'm known as the 'Bad Boy'; have been since I was a kid. You've all met guys like me; always getting into trouble. Drinks, smokes, stays out late. I've been in so many fights I can't even tell you how many I've been in. I know I have a very bad temper and a very short fuse.

I didn't name myself this title, everyone else did. It's the kind of reputation that takes a while to build up. It's funny, when it comes to girls and women that I am never at a loss for dates. The wild girls are always available to me and the intelligent ones seem to want a piece of me in private. I guess it's because it goes against their upbringing and everyone wants to defy that once in a while.

Let me go back a few years when I was still in high school. I was in trouble all the time. In my junior year I was kicked off the baseball team for fighting. The pitcher threw the ball at me because I was crowding the plate. I dropped the bat and ran out after him. I got in a couple of good licks before we were pulled apart. I was thrown off the team since it was the third time it happened. I did bloody his nose pretty good.

I lived at home with my mom and little sister. She was fourteen months younger but in the same grade as me. I was held back one year in my younger grades for skipping too much school. I didn't want to be a troublemaker; it seemed like that dark cloud just stood over my head, and followed me everywhere.

My sister brought home a new friend one day. I remember asking, "Marie, who's the good looking chick? Damn, she's a fine looking girl."

She replied, "Oh, hi, Jason. This is my new friend Julie. She just moved here from the west coast. Her dad is in the service and got stationed here. Julie, this is my big brother, Jason. Stay away from him. All the stories you've heard about him are true." They both laughed.

"What stories are those?" I asked smiling. Julie was smiling back at me. I did have a reputation as the bad boy.

We all chatted and I told them I had a date and would catch them later. Julie was a good size girl. She had a nice rack on her. I was thinking of when I would approach her and get friendlier. Oh, well, I would worry about her later. I had other fish to fry that night.

A few days later Marie asked if she could talk to me. "Of course, Marie, what is it?"

"It's about Julie. I saw the look in your eyes when you saw her. You looked like a lion checking out his prey."

"Damn, Sis, she had a nice rack and you know how I am. If the girls are willing, so am I."

"Jason, please leave her alone. Don't make her one of your tokens. I really like her and I don't want to see her get hurt," said Marie.

"What's the big deal if I boff her or not. I never take any girl by force. You know that."

"Please, Jason, as a favor to me, no boffing Julie, okay? Please, for me?"

"No big deal. I'll just talk to her and be friends. If she ever stops being your friend, let me know," I laughed.

Marie and Julie became the best of friends. They were both in the school band and hung out a lot together. I was always out messing around so I didn't see a lot of Julie but what I saw, I liked.

We were all seniors when I got into another fracas. It was after a dance and everyone was leaving. Marie came running up to me and said, "Jason, come quick! They're bothering Julie."

We turned the corner of the parking lot and there were two seniors, Brad and Mark, messing with Julie. Mark was holding Julie's arms from behind and Brad was about to unbutton her blouse.

I could hear Brad say, "Come-on, Sweetheart, no one's going to hurt you. You've been coming on to us all night pushing out your tits. We just want a little look-see," he laughed.

"Please let me go. I won't say anything to anyone if you just let me go. I'm sorry if you took my being friendly the wrong way."

Mark and Brad were different from me. I was a 'Bad Boy', they were just bullies, always picking on the less fortunate and of course the girls. Marie told me later that Julie and she were just dancing and having fun when these two idiots approached them. When they rejected them and said "no thanks" to dancing with them they walked away with their egos hurt. They knew better than to mess with Marie, because I'd kick their asses into next week. I guess they didn't think I'd say anything about them messing with Julie.

Marie and I approached them. "What the fuck's going on I asked?"

"Get lost, Jason. We didn't mess with your sister. This girl has been shaking her tits in our face since she moved here. We just want a little look-see. No one's going to get hurt," said Brad.

I'm sure he knew he made a mistake by telling me to get lost. It doesn't take much to rile me.

"Look, Jason, I didn't mean that. I meant she's nothing to you and ... well, besides, there is two against one. Surely you don't want to get into it with both of us?"

I look over at Mark holding Julie's arms. He looked a bit nervous. I quickly side-kicked my foot forward and caught Brad on his thigh just above the knee; he went down like a ton of bricks. I put my foot on his throat and told him to just lay still and I might not break his windpipe.

I looked back over at Mark with my foot still on Brad's throat. He had let go of Julie's arms and she went over beside Marie. "Well, Brad, is it two against one like your buddy says or do you have something to say to Julie?"

Mark didn't want any part of me. "I'm sorry, Jason..."

"Not me, you stupid ass, say it to Julie."

Mark spoke very nervously saying, "I'm sorry, Julie, we didn't mean anything. We were just kidding around. It won't happen again."

Brad lay on the floor hoping it was over. He didn't say a word.

"If it ever happens again, I won't be so easy on you. Julie is like a second sister to me and you know what happens to anyone who messes with my sister," I said.

I took my foot off of Brad's throat and walked my sister and Julie to their car. Julie must have thanked me a dozen times trying to explain that she really didn't do anything. She couldn't help it; she had big breasts. The three of us just laughed.

Marie was very popular in school. She wasn't in the elite stuck-on-themselves girls groups, the ones from money who thought their shit didn't stink. She was just an all around nice person. She and I were as close as siblings could be; I loved her with all my heart and had been her protector since she was born. Nobody messed with her.

Don't get the idea that I screwed my sister. It wasn't like that. Growing up it was just me and her and I was there for her. She went on a few dates but the guys who just wanted a girl to make out with left her alone. They knew that anyone who treated her badly would have to deal with me.

Me, on the other hand, I chased - chase probably isn't the right word. The girls wanted a piece of the bad boy. A lot of them got it. I especially liked it when I would boff the better than thou ritzy types. The next day they would look at me with almost a contempt but still had a little smile. I guess they figured it was their little secret. They fucked the bad boy of the school.

I was never serious about any of them. I was just a nineteen year old guy at the time, with raging hormones. I did my best to calm my hormones down. I did screw a lot of girls and women for that fact. I was known around town and for some reason women, even married ones, were drawn to me. I don't know why but it was like these women who liked movies stars, or wanted a little danger in their lives came on to me. I did my best to get in their pants and usually succeeded.

I should explain to you how I got this title, 'Bad Boy'; it might explain why I am like I am. My father died when I was five years old. He was a firefighter and was caught in a blaze of a house fire saving some family pets. He was a hero and to me always will be. We were just little kids and knew we lost our dad. Mom was in shock for quite awhile. So I kind of took care of me and my little sister.

Don't get me wrong here. Mom took care of us; she fed and clothed us and things like that. When it came to playing or having fun she was kind of out of it. So, I always took care of Marie.

It was only six months after dad died that mom brought home this guy named Ralph. He was a salesman and traveled a lot. I guess the loneliness of missing dad got to mom and she married this guy. I never did like him. He would always hold Marie and tell her how pretty she was and that someday she would have all kinds of boyfriends. I guess I didn't trust him. I was just a kid too and he would always yell at me and even hit me when mom wasn't around. Anyway, Marie and I pretty much hung together. Ralph would give us a dollar and tell use to go get an ice cream or something. I know now it was just to get us out of the house so he could boff mom.

For the first couple of years it wasn't too bad. He was gone a lot of the time. After a while I could hear him arguing with mom. Looking back I figured he cheated on her when he was on the road. When he would come back from trips, he would go out to the bar after an argument with mom. Then he would come home drunk.

I remember the first time he hit mom. She tried to tell us it was an accident. I knew better. Marie started staying away from him too. I guess it was just an instinct. He would backhand me a lot. He never hit Marie, just me. I didn't tell mom about it because I figured he would hit her too. He was abusing her and I didn't know what to do about it. I heard my mom cry many times over the years. It hurt me bad and made me want to get even with the bastard.

When I was fourteen years old, I was in my room late one night. I had my radio on and was just listening to it when I heard a scream; it was Marie. I then heard mom's voice, "Get out of her room, you worthless bastard! Leave my little girl alone."

I had jumped up to see what was happening. Ralph was drunk and was approaching Marie. Mom jumped on him and told him to get out. He kind of sneered and backhanded mom. "Get the fuck back in your room, old lady," he yelled at mom, as he pushed her to the floor.

Marie was screaming and holding the blankets up to her chest all this time. I ran back in my room and grabbed my baseball bat and came out and started hitting Ralph with it. Over and over again I kept striking him. I was aiming for his head but he kept blocking it with his arms. We heard police sirens. I guess all the screaming woke the neighbors and they called the police. Mom got up and opened the door for them. They came running in and grabbed the bat from my hand and handcuffed me.

"No, no! Not him, he's my son. He was protecting us," yelled mom.

The police called an ambulance for Ralph. Marie got up and she and Mom went into the room and got dressed. They explained to the officer what had happened. He told them that they had to take me in anyway till all the facts were known. I guess it's because all they saw was me beating on Ralph with a baseball bat. Mom did have a bruise on the side of her face. Of course Marie was never touched. I did my job as her protector.

I spent one day in juvenile lock-up. The prosecutor believed my mom and sister and let me go. Mom filed assault charges against Ralph and, after he was released from the hospital, he served ninety days. She also went to the lawyer and filed divorce papers against him as well as a restraining order.

As soon as he got out, he was back at our door. After the last time he beat on mom, she went into the closet and took out my dad's old gun. When she saw Ralph at the door she went and got the gun.

"I have a restraining order on you. This is my house and I want you off my property now," said mom.

We could tell Ralph had been drinking. "I want my stuff. I'm going to come in and get it," replied Ralph.

Mom had all his things packed and told him they were in the garage and had me open the garage door so Ralph could get his stuff. After loading all of it in his van, he came back to the door. He went to open the door and was going to come in.

"Stop! Or, I'll shoot you," screamed mom.

"You're too fucking afraid to shoot me," laughed a drunken Ralph.

I took the gun out of my mother's hand and aimed it at Ralph. "What about me, you worthless piece of shit. Do you think I'm afraid to blow your fucking balls off? Come -on in, I dare you, come on, you worthless bastard. Set that first foot inside this house so I can blow you away."

Ralph looked nervous and backed away. He got into his van and took off. Mom called the police to let them know he was here. She also mentioned that he was drunk. The officers thanked mom for calling and said they were going to see if he was driving drunk. When they found him he was in an auto accident; he ran off the road and into a school bus. He was arrested and put back in the slammer. He was arrested on a parole violation for driving while under the influence. He had to serve the remainder of his sentence and whatever else they added to it for the DUI charge. Thank God, no one on the bus was injured.

It was the last time we ever saw him. When the divorce was final, the lawyer went to the jail and gave Ralph his copy of the divorce papers. The last we heard, he left the state after serving his time. The judge told him to put as much distance as he could away from our family, which was fine with us.

After that life was better for us. We didn't have to worry about that jerk, Ralph. Mom got a job as a waitress at a local diner. She told us she actually liked it. Since it was a local place she made a lot of friends. I think it helped her get back on track.

About four years had passed. I was still known as the bad boy and just seemed to get in a lot of trouble. Looking back I can tell I brought most of it on myself. Every once in awhile there was someone who just thought he was badder. Damn, I don't ever think badder was a word, but anyway they just had to try me. Just made my reputation stronger.

My mom called Marie and me to the restaurant one day and said she had something to ask us. She said that Harold, her boss and owner of the restaurant, asked her to marry him. Of course Marie was happy for her. I, on the other hand, wasn't sure. Harold asked if he could talk to me one on one, man to man. We went over and sat down in a booth and talked.

Harold began, "Jason, I know you are very protective of your mother and sister. I respect that. Your mom has had a pretty rough life, the loss of your dad and that quick marriage to that asshole Ralph. I love your mother, Jason. I have for many years."

I looked over at him in surprise. Why didn't I know him if this was true?

He continued; "Your dad and I were good friends. We were both firefighters. We both liked your mother and dated her before they got married. You dad asked her to marry him and she accepted. I just stepped back. I thought it was best if I did. After your father was killed, I came to see your mom at the funeral and saw how devastated she was. I was going to give her a little time before asking her to go out. Unfortunately, she met Ralph and married him. I eventually ended up quitting the department and opened the diner. It was something I always wanted to do: own my own business.

"I love her and will make her a good husband. You and your sister will be leaving in the next couple of years and your mom will be alone again. I don't want to see that happen. She told me she would only marry me if you and Marie were good with it. So I asked her to bring you here today to ask your permission to marry your mom. I promise to never hurt her in any way. I will be her protector as you go on with your life. I won't try and tell you and your sister how to live. You are almost adults now."

Wow! What am I supposed to say? This guy who I've only known as the diner owner would end up being my step-dad. He seemed a nice enough guy and I did want my mom to be happy. Mom and Marie came over to where we were talking. She looked nervous. "Is this truly what you want, Mom?" I asked.

"Yes, Jason, it is, but I need to know that you and Marie are okay with this."

"I love you, Mom, and will stand behind you all the way. Harold, you take good care of my mom and you better never hurt her," I replied.

Mom and Marie had tears in their eyes. Those two would cry about anything. Harold held out his hand to me as a token of our talk; I accepted it.

Just so you know, Harold had been married before for a couple of years and was divorced. While he was working at the diner, his wife cheated on him. He wouldn't stand for it and got a divorce. He seemed to be a really stand-up guy.

I was about two months from graduation when my life changed again. I stopped by the school to pick up Marie and Julie after band practice. I usually waited outside the school for them but this time for some reason I went into the school. I heard a woman's voice. 

"Get away from me, leave me alone. I'll tell Jason." It was Julie.

I heard a guy laugh; it sounded like Brad. "Take it easy, honey; all we want is a look at those big tits. No one's going to hurt you and no one is here to help you this time," replied Brad. "Besides, there's three of us now. Come on, let's have a feel of those big babies," he laughed.

"No, don't touch me. Please don't touch me," I heard Julie crying.

I had entered the door where the school kept some of their athletic equipment and picked up a bat. When I turned the corner there were Mark and Bill holding onto Julie, and Brad was in front of her trying to unbutton her blouse.

I didn't say a word as I turned the corner and swung the bat catching Brad on his calf. He fell and I took a couple of more swings at his head but he covered his head with his arms which I ended up hitting. Behind him came Mark already apologizing.

"It's too late this time, Mark. You had your chance and now you have to pay for your stupidity." I jammed the bat into his stomach and caught him across his shoulder blades on his way down."

I looked up and saw Bill run out of the gymnasium. I took a couple of more swings at the two idiots laying on the floor. I reached down and punched Brad as hard as I could. I knew I dislocated his jaw. About that time a group of people came running into the gym. Bill had gotten the principal and a couple of other male teachers. They came running over to me and pulled me off of the slime balls.

The principal said, "You're in big trouble this time, Jason. This was one time too many."

Julie yelled, "No, no. . ."

"Julie, be quiet. It's too late now. It won't make any difference; I'll still get expelled."

Marie came running in. She had been waiting for Julie at the front of the school and wondered where she had been. Julie had told her that when she came out of the changing room the three guys had pulled her aside and proceeded to hold her and were making their snide remarks.

The police and paramedics were called. Brad and Mark were taken to the hospital and I was led to the police station. I was considered an adult and assault charges were filed. Marie drove my car home and went to the diner to tell Mom and Harold. Mom shook her head since I was in trouble again. Julie went with Marie and told Mom and Harold the truth, how I saved her from God knows what.

Harold went to the police station and posted my bond. He told me that he had contacted the school and that I was expelled and would not graduate. I didn't know what to say. I guess I reaped what I sowed.

The following day we found out that Mark had a broken collarbone and Brad had a dislocated jaw which was wired shut and a broken wrist. I didn't know until a couple of days later that Julie went to the prosecutor and told him exactly what happened. I saved her from being molested by the three other students. The prosecutor ended up dropping the charges when Bill came forward and told the prosecutor the truth. He thought Brad and Mark were just going to tease Julie but when he started undoing her blouse, Bill got scared.


Bad Boy



No charges were filed against the three guys. There just wasn't enough evidence and a lot of he said, she said. Both Brad and Mark got expelled for two weeks for fighting in school. At least they would be able to graduate. I had to figure out my future.

Of course, now I was an even bigger bad boy. I was hanging at the mall the following weekend when I saw Lisa walk by. She was a rich bitch who thought her shit didn't stink. She came up to me and was trying to flirt. I didn't say much and it was beginning to make her mad. She almost always got her way. She was from money and the head cheerleader. Her boyfriend was Boyd, the future valedictorian of the class and also from money. 

"So, what are you going to do now, Jason?" she asked.

"I don't know. Right now I think I'll go see a flick. Interested in coming along?" I asked.

She looked a bit nervous as she looked around to make sure no one saw her with me. "Okay but you have to promise not to tell Boyd?"

"I don't give a fuck about Boyd; it's his girl I want."

I took her by the hand and we walked into one of the movies. I didn't care which one it was. I wasn't planning on watching it. As soon as the lights dimmed and the movie started, I started on Lisa. I kissed her and at first she tried to act like I was forcing her. That only lasted for a few seconds as we began making out. I had her blouse unbuttoned and was playing with her tits.

"I shouldn't be here with you. If Boyd found out I would be in trouble," said Lisa.

I was sucking her tits and had my hand up her skirt fingering her. Her wetness was spewing all over my fingers. It was just something a woman in heat couldn't hide.

"Do you want me to stop or continuing fingering you? Which do you want, Lisa? Stop or fingering?

"Oh, shit, why are you making me tell you? Finger me, finger me, you bad bastard. Oh fuck, does that feel good!" Lisa cried out.

We had been going at it for about a half hour when I asked Lisa if she wanted me to fuck her.

"Oh, God, I can't. . . I have a boyfriend. Oh, hell, can't you just keep finger fucking me."

"Lisa, I want a fuck. It could be you or someone else. I really don't give a damn. I'm parked just outside the mall doors; it's a white van. If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is be there within the next ten minutes. If not, that's okay too. It's up to you; you can sit here and enjoy the movie or come with me and I'll fuck the hell out of you."

It was just something about women who teased and acted better than me. I guess it was my way of getting even with the spoiled gals.

I pulled my fingers out of her wet cunt and sucked them in front of her. I got up and walked out of the theater leaving her sitting there putting herself back together. As I told you before, these type of girls just wanted to brag and say they made it with one of the bad boys. I just wanted to get laid and Lisa was a hell of a good looker. Why girls who looks like her want to get laid by guys like me, I don't know, but there sure are a lot of them out there

After about seven minutes I started my van. I saw Lisa looking around as she ran to my van and quickly got in. She didn't say a word. I just took off to the park and parked under some trees. We got into the back of the van where I had an inflatable mattress. I had Lisa lay on it while I unbuttoned her blouse and skirt and removed them. I pulled her tits from under her bra. She wasn't big but they were nice. I continued where we left off in the movies.

She was still hot from what we did in the movies. I sucked her tits and fingered her at the same time. She laid there and kept bucking her hips against my fingers. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and had her suck her juices off of them like I had done earlier. I slid my jeans off and pulled my boxers down letting my cock out of its confines. Lisa looked down at it and said, "Give it to me! Give me your cock."

"Spread your lips, Lisa; open them wide for my cock."

She took her fingers and did what I asked. I pushed my cock deep into her and she screamed out. It was something how she kept moving her hips. I always wonder what these women are thinking at times like this. Whatever it was she started coming.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she kept saying.

I finally had to come and shot a good size load into her. When she stopped pulsating and my cock softened, I pulled it out and a lot of cum came out with it. I handed her the box of tissue I kept in the van and she jammed a bunch between her legs.

Now she was feeling guilty. They always get this way. "Jason, I shouldn't have done this. Please don't tell anyone. I don't want to be known as a slut. It won't happen again."

After she got dressed I took her back to the mall and she didn't even say goodbye. She just got out of my van like I never existed and went back into the mall. I fucked her again the following week after a school dance. She said she got in an argument with Boyd and left him at the dance. She drove by my house where I was sitting on the porch. I was home alone. Mom and Harold were at the diner and Marie was at the dance.

I offered Lisa a beverage and she said yes, following me into the house. I handed it to her and headed up to my room without saying a word; she followed me. We had pretty much a repeat performance of the last time we did it. She really was a good fuck, but I didn't love her and of course she didn't love me.

The next day I sat at the kitchen table and was trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life. I decided to head down to Florida for a month and visit an uncle on my father's side. He ran some kind of resort and told me I could come down any time. I told Mom and Harold that I needed to get away and get my head back on straight. I promised them that I would go to school at night and get my GED, which is equivalent to a high school diploma.

I said goodbye to my sister and to Julie. Julie told me how sorry she felt for me knowing that I was protecting her and got expelled. She actually had tears in her eyes while she talked to me. Marie kissed me on the cheek goodbye but Julie kissed me on the lips. It really caught me by surprise. Damn! It felt good. Now I wished I didn't promised Marie to keep my hands off of Julie. I also knew Marie was right. Julie was a sweet and loving friend and I was glad I didn't try taking advantage of her.

I saw my Uncle Charles when I got to Florida. He let me have my own room at his resort. It was more of a private motel and had two beaches. A regular one for families and a nude one for sun worshipers and those who liked to swim nude.

Uncle Charles told me to call him Chad at the resort. He didn't want people to know we were related. He explained to me that a lot of his customers were there for their privacy. Most didn't even give their real names. His policy concerning the nude beach was people could do pretty much what they wanted on the beach. He didn't allow screwing but he said he knew a little of it went on. Most people went to their rooms and what they did there was their own private business.

To get on the nude beach, men had to be nude. The only clothes they were allowed were sandals and hats. Chad told me a lot of men were bald and their heads couldn't take the sun. It made me laugh. Women had to go topless but could wear bottoms. It had something to do with their menstrual cycles. Uncle Chad said that he didn't allow people dressed or in swimsuits on the nude beach. Too many, mostly men, would want to just gawk at the women. At least if they were nude, the women could gawk back.

He did explain to me that there would be mostly older people on the nude beach this time of the year. The younger crowd doesn't show up till summer break.

The reason I'm explaining this to you is because I promised to be a lifeguard at the nude beach till the college kids were out of school. I was over eighteen and could swim. I even had a certificate from when I was a lifeguard at sixteen. I did it for a summer job and was lifeguard trained.

So by day I was the lifeguard on a nude beach. At night I took a couple of refresher courses to study for my GED. Since it was only May, there weren't a lot of younger people at the beach. There were a lot of senior citizens for some reason lying around every day on the beach. I can't say that the majority of people did a lot for my manhood.

When I told my uncle about it, he just laughed. He told me not to worry; every weekend brought in a few younger people. He was right. On Saturday some younger couples came out to the nude beach. I didn't know if they were married or single. A few had their rings on but that didn't always tell the story.

I wore a bathing suit do to the job and people would know I was the lifeguard. It was something how most women smiled at me when I walked by. The men they were with didn't seem to care. I couldn't imagine bringing my girlfriend or wife to a nude beach so other men could stare at her private parts. I guess I was lucky these men didn't feel the same.

Now readers, don't get angry with me for what I'm about to say. Most women, almost all women look better in a bathing suit than they did nude. All the men would definitely look better with clothes on. It seemed so odd how a little bit of cloth in the right place could spur the imagination.

I wasn't saving many lives but I did break up a number of arguments. Some guys didn't understand what "NO!" meant when trying to put the make on some of these women. I was more of a bouncer than a lifeguard. I didn't run into any situations that I couldn't handle.

It was funny how many of these women thanked me by having sex with me. I was just a horny bad boy. I must have screwed someone most every night, from eighteen years old to I think the oldest said she was sixty-five. I honestly did it because some of these older women didn't look all that bad and I felt sorry for them. They were probably eye candy or dancers in their younger days. So many seemed like they were afraid of getting old. My motto was, "If they could get it hard, I could use it."

During my second week there one woman approached me and asked if I could put on some suntan lotion on her back. She was a looker, pedicure and manicure, not a hair out of place.. Even though she was nude I knew she was from money. Everything about her said so. She said her name was Ellen and that she was thirty-four years old. I later found out she was forty. She had rings on every finger and a hell of a rock on her wedding finger.

She told me that she flew down to Florida a couple of times a year to relieve her stress. She was kind of talking down to me like I was her servant. It's not a good thing to act that way with me. She kept talking to me as I rubbed the lotion on her lower back and continued on down to quite an ass. She spread her legs and asked me to do her legs also. I rubbed her thighs and went right to her pussy and inserted two fingers. I pumped them in and out a few times and had her juices all over my fingers. She moaned as I pulled them out and wiped them on her towel.

She turned over and stared into my eyes. "Do me!" she said.

"I'm sorry, Ellen, but it's against the rules to have sex out here on the beach."

"I meant do my front. I don't want to get sunburned on my breasts or tummy. How dare you thinking that I would want sex with you."

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. Yes, I can put lotion on your front." I knew what she really meant. She wasn't pulling anything over on me. I rubbed her tits till her nipples got hard and then rubbed lotion on down to her tummy. I continued on down to her mound. She had a nice brown muff that was trimmed close. She spread her legs as I fingered her once again. She was staring at me while she kept pumping against my fingers. She wasn't saying anything and wasn't far from coming when another lady came up to me and I quickly pulled my fingers out of Ellen.

I knew Ellen was mad but there wasn't much she could say. I laughed as I turned to the older woman who approached me.

"Young man, could you put a little lotion on me? I'm afraid I'll burn."

"Yes, madam, no problem. Let's go sit down over here and I'll rub the lotion on you."

This woman might have been seventy but I tried to treat all the customers with respect. I didn't want to get anyone mad and going to my uncle. I did limit putting lotion on the women only. I did have a few guys ask but I called a towel lady that worked there to help them out. She was sixty years old but some of these men didn't mind a bit. I do have to say she was an ornery old gal. To be honest, I did boff her once.

The rest of that day Ellen would stare at me but not talk. I knew she was pissed that I didn't finish the job. She would walk around and strut her stuff and got a lot of looks. As I mentioned, she was one of the nicest looking women there and she knew it.

In the evening I saw her in the restaurant fully dressed. She looked sexy as hell. She was eating dinner with two of the other guests. She acted like I didn't exist and another man joined them at their table and she flirted with him. She kept watching me, apparently to get me jealous. It was funny because she didn't mean any more to me than any other woman. Would I like to have sex with her? Of course I would; I'd loved to bring her down off that high horse.

I finished my dinner and headed off to school. Ellen looked pissed when I got up and left. I was to take my GED's the following week. I had to pass them; I promised my Mom and I had hurt her enough. When I got back from school I had three messages on my answering machine. They were all from Ellen asking me if I might come up to her room.

I knocked on her door and she tried to act surprised. "What do you want? Jason, isn't it?"

I wasn't going to play this chase thing with her. "I'm sorry, there were some messages on my answering machine and the name said Ellen. It must have been someone else. Sorry to have bothered you."

I turned around to leave and she said, "Wait, it was me. I wanted to talk to you," she said.

"Ellen, I'm too old to play kid games. If you think you can tease me you're sadly mistaken. You're a beautiful woman and if you want to just have a good time and have sex, all you have to do is ask. Whatever we do will be only between us. So just tell me what you want and I'll try to oblige."

At first she seemed startled. I don't think she was used to being talked to like that. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. First lightly, then harder and harder. I already had my hands on her ass pulling her tightly against me. It was only seconds before we were both undressed and having sex. It wasn't love; it was wet, hot sex. I've never been with a woman who wanted it so bad. She must have a hell of a stupid husband. She was all over me. I fingered her and sucked her tits at the same time. She was bucking like a bitch in heat and I felt her come. My hand was full of her juices.

I got up between her legs and rubbed my cock up and down her slit. She was getting anxious. "Stop teasing me. Fuck me, Jason; put your cock in me."

"Tell me, Ellen, if that is your name: are you married?" Since I could tell she was a high-society bitch, I wanted to deflate her ego a little.

"You're not supposed to ask personal questions," she replied.

"I'm not supposed to be fucking you but I will if you answer me."

"Okay, yes, I'm married. My husband's away, probably fucking his secretary. Now fuck me," she demanded.

She took hold of my cock and put it to her opening. I gently pushed it in an inch at a time. She started pumping hard against me. God, she was hot. I couldn't believe I was in Florida fucking an older married woman. I felt her stop pumping and felt the squeezing motion of her pussy against my cock. I shot one hell of a load deep into her. We were both covered in sweat waiting for her pussy to stop pulsating.

She asked for a drink and I got up to get us both one. "How old are you, Jason?" I lied and told her twenty-two. When she asked where I went at night I told her I was taking a couple of college courses. I wasn't going to tell her anything about me.

"Jason, will you do me one more time? I'd like to get on top."

I lay on my back and she took my cock in her mouth and got me hard again and then climbed up and lowered her body, impaling herself on my cock. We lasted a long time this time. She rode me and I played with her tits the whole time. I even left a sucker bite on her tit. When she was ready to come, she rocked back and forth on my cock getting all she could. She was letting out a lot of noise when I squirted my load up into her. When we were finished she got off me and said she needed a shower. I told her I had to leave but maybe I'd see her on the beach the next day.

It went this way the rest of the week. All day long she would play the better-than-thou game. She acted like I didn't exist, which didn't bother me in the least. I did my life guarding and checked out the rest of the females. I knew it bothered Ellen. I figured she was a woman who was afraid of getting older. She picked me because I was younger and that made her feel younger. I guess we were using each other.

I got my kicks fucking this older married woman who would do anything I asked behind closed doors. I didn't take any of her hifalutin' shit. She was getting all the cock she wanted from me. I later found out I was half her age. Every night I fucked her good. It was just something about women like this who cheated on their husbands. If she wanted to be a fuck slut, why didn't she just stay single? Even though she fucked like a mink, I had little respect for her.

After the week was up Ellen left the resort for wherever she lived. My uncle didn't know her real name but said she did come down a couple of times a year. He handed me an envelope with five hundred dollars in it. Ellen told him to give it to me. I guess it was her way of saying I was a gigolo. My uncle and I laughed. I guess she thought I was some kind of male prostitute which made her better than me.

The following week I took my GED's and passed them. I was really happy about it and called my mom to tell her about it. I asked to talk to Marie but mom said she went to the prom. Mom said that she and Julie went with the Baker twins. I knew them; they were a couple of seniors and upright guys. Jerry and Gary were their names. Marie dated Jerry a few times and had a light crush on him. I didn't know Julie was dating Gary. I have to admit I was a little jealous about it. I know I had no right to be especially with my reputation but Julie was like my special friend.

I finished off the month at the resort and the college help took my place as I thanked my uncle for having me there. He gave me twelve hundred dollars for working for him plus I received a lot in tips. Nothing like the five hundred Ellen gave me but I did quite well.

When I got home I stopped at the diner to see Mom and Harold. They were so happy with me when I showed them my GED. Harold asked me what I was planning on doing with my life now. I told him that I thought I might enlist in the military and maybe it would give me a new start.

I went home and sitting on the porch were Marie, Julie, Jerry and Gary. Marie came down and gave me a big hug. "Hi, Jason, I'm so glad to see you. I've missed you so much."

"Hi, Sis. I've missed you too," I replied.

Julie came down and gave me a hug also. "Hi, Jason. I hear you got your GED and now you've graduated after all. You showed them, you've showed them all."

"Yeah, now I have to go on with my life. I hear the four of you went to the prom. Was it nice?" I asked.

Gary spoke, "It was pretty nice, Jason. Wish you could have been there. We all had a great time. Boyd and Lisa got in a hell of an argument. No one is sure what it was about."




Bad Boy



I was feeling jealous and didn't know what to do about it. For some reason I was feeling emotional toward Julie. I knew I had to get away from her. If I saw her and Gary together it would piss me off. Why was I like this?

"Hey, guys, I'll see you all later. I have a few things to do." I had to go somewhere, anywhere away from Julie. This didn't make sense.

The following Monday I went and enlisted in the service. I would be leaving in two weeks. When I got home Marie was there alone. "Jason, I have to ask you something personal."

"What is it? I never bothered Julie. I kept my promise to you."

"It's not about Julie. Did you have sex with Lisa Brown?" asked Marie.

"What? Why are you asking me something like this? You've never asked anything like this before?" I replied.

"Jason, I know you've screwed any girl in a skirt. The reason I'm asking about Lisa is because she's pregnant. Did you have sex with her before you went to Florida?"

"Pregnant? Holy shit. Maybe it's Boyd's kid. Surely they've been screwing for awhile now."

"So you did have sex with her. She got mad at Boyd and told him she screwed you to get even with him. Now's she pregnant and you might be the father.

"Holy shit! I guess I better go talk to her. I enlisted in the service and leave in two weeks."

"You what? You enlisted? They're probably going to send you to Iraq. Oh, God, Jason, I'm going to miss you so much."

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I went over to Lisa's house and she answered the door. "Jason, what are you doing here?"

"I came to find out if I'm about to become a father. Are you pregnant, Lisa? Are you pretty sure it's mine? I'll take care of it. I'll own up to my responsibilities. I'll even marry you and give the kid a good home."

"Marry you? I'm not going to marry you. If it is yours it wasn't made out of love. It was nothing but an afternoon fuck. I talked it over with my parents and we decided that it would be best if I had an abortion. My parents know about your past and you better leave before they get home."

"Lisa, it's my kid too. You're just going to kill it?"

Right then her mom and dad came home. Her dad told me to get the hell out of their home before they called the police and had me arrested for trespassing. I didn't know what to say. I was there to try and do the right thing but her dad treated me like trash.

I grabbed her dad and pushed him up against the wall. "You son of a bitch. I stopped by here to own up to my responsibilities and you didn't even give me a chance. I ought to beat the shit out of you."

"Stop!" I heard a voice behind me. I turned and it was Ellen. She turned white when she saw me. She was totally lost for words. While she was standing there Lisa spoke.

"Jason, the baby isn't yours; it's Boyd's. I'm over two months gone and I wasn't with you at the time. I just told everyone it was yours to get even with Boyd. We had a fight and I know how much he hated you so I told him you were the father. I am going to have an abortion anyway. I'm too young to be a mother, but it's none of your concern anyway.

Ellen had gained her composure and decided to speak. "Get out of our house, young man, and if you ever come by here again, we'll have you arrested. You stay the hell away from our daughter."

I walked to the door and looked over at Lisa then Ellen. "Like mother, like daughter, and they say that I'm fucked up." I shook my head as I walked out the door. I looked back to see Ellen's husband questioning her on what I had said. I have no idea how she responded.

When it was time for me to leave for the service, Marie and Julie drove me to the airport. I hugged and kissed Marie and then Julie. "Are you two going to write to me?"

It actually hurt me to say that to Julie. She reached over and kissed me on the lips. "I'll write you every chance I get. You take care of yourself and return to us, won't you?" asked Julie.

I was somewhat saddened as I got on the plane. I headed out for basic training. It was a lot rougher than I had expected. I was no longer the bad boy. I backtalked to my drill Sergeant and got my ass kicked. I was growing up quick. I didn't write to anyone till I was out of boot camp. I got a couple of weeks off but I spent them checking out other cities. No use going home for a couple of weeks. I figured Marie and Julie had boyfriends and I would just get jealous.

After my short leave I was being sent to another base to take training in bomb and mine disassembly. I knew that I would be going to Iraq and I wanted training that would make a difference. I constantly heard on the news that terrorists set roadside bombs and someone needed to know how to locate and dismantle them.

It was quite awhile before I wrote anyone. They didn't have any address to write to me. I needed to tell them that I was okay. I wrote to Marie and told her to say hi to Mom and Harold for me. Here is part of the rest of what I wrote to Marie.

"Hi, Sis. I know I promised to write but I needed to get my shit together. I'm sorry for not writing sooner. I will be leaving for Iraq tomorrow. I want you to know that I feel like I finally belong. My fellow soldiers and I are a band of brothers. I never knew what it meant till now. They are there to watch my back and I will watch theirs.

We are a real fighting squad. I got my ass kicked when I first talked back to my drill sergeant but now we are the best of friends. I have to say he has my total respect. He has taught me how to focus my anger without losing my temper. I now feel like I'm really part of something big and a group of brothers that are setting out to do some good. Hell with the politicians, we're out to save people less fortunate and to give them a better chance at life.

I have something I have to say to you. I think I really care for Julie. I can't say love because I'm really not sure. The guys in my squad are always showing pictures of their wives or girlfriends. I wish I had a picture of Julie to show them. I don't understand it but at night when it's quiet, she's the only woman that I think about. I kept my promise to you and left her alone. I know it was for the best because everything I touch turns to shit, but I really do miss her.

Whatever you do don't let her see this letter and please see what you can do about the picture. I miss you both and wish you the best with your schooling and boyfriends. Just tell Julie hi for me.

Love ya, your big brother

Jason."

In case I didn't mention it, Marie was going to college to be a teacher. Julie was going to college under a two year program to become a nurse. They both had gotten scholarships to help pay their tuition.

Our mail system is pretty slow in Iraq. I did get a reply from Marie but it took almost two months to get it.

"Hi, Jason. I miss you so much. Things are pretty hectic here. I go to college during the day and at night I help Mom and Harold at the diner. Julie is doing pretty much the same thing. She is helping at the diner too.

I don't know where you got your information but neither Julie nor I have a boyfriend. We do go out with Jerry and Gary but only as friends. I have something to tell you. Please don't be mad at me. The reason I told you not to hit on Julie is because she has always liked you. I really thought you might use her and toss her aside before you really got to know her.

You told me not to let her see the letter you wrote. Julie was here when I received it and opened it. I was reading it out loud and it was too late when I read that part. She knows what you wrote. By the time I got done reading it, she was crying. She wrote you a short note and I included it in my envelope. I also sent you a snapshot of me and Julie in our prom dresses. Just tell your buddies you have two girlfriends. You take care and remember I love you.

Sis."

I looked at the picture of my sweet little sister and of Julie. They were two darn good looking women. I truly believe I loved them both. I opened the other letter from Julie.

"Hi, Jason. You know by now I've read your letter to Marie, so I'll get to the point. I have always had a crush on you. I was crying one day and Marie had come over and asked me what the problem was. I told her that it seemed like you didn't care for me. I asked her what was wrong with me. You took out every girl or woman but never once asked me out. Marie went on to explain that she told you to leave me alone. I now know she did it for me but I was mad at her for awhile.

I just want you to know that I don't have a boyfriend. I will wait for you if you think we'll have a chance together. I don't want to be used, I want to be loved. Just be honest with me and let me know. I've always trusted you and truly believe you will be honest with me.

I'm going to school full time and helping your mom at the diner. I really like her. Oh, I forgot. You wanted a picture of me. I know you have the prom picture that your sister sent you. I had Marie take one of me to keep in your shirt pocket. Please take care of yourself and return to me.

Love always

Julie."

I looked at the picture she enclosed in the envelope. She had on a two piece blue bathing suit. Wow! She looked great. I would consider it calendar material. I put it in my shirt pocket so it would be close to my heart. When a soldier is away from home, he really has the time to think. I don't know why I felt this way about a girl I have only kissed twice. The main thing is I didn't just feel it in my head but also in my heart.

As time passed I received letters from Julie and Marie. Mom would always enclose a note with their letters. She would always tell me how proud of me she was. She would also tell me how much she loved Julie. She was like a second daughter to her.

Time was passing and I had been in Iraq over a year. I felt that I was doing something really meaningful. You just have to see the faces of all these children and the families we saved. To me it wasn't about a war. It was about helping people that didn't have the means to help themselves.

I was nearing the end of my tour of duty. I had signed up for a second tour in Iraq. I had been gone going on three years. A night didn't go by that I didn't think of Julie waiting for me. Our letters between each other gave me hope of a new life when I got out.

Marie told me that she had met a guy in college and was getting pretty serious about him. I asked her if Julie was doing much dating and she told me that ever since I wrote her and told her she was my girl she hasn't dated anyone but yet she was always happy. She couldn't wait for my return.

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We heard that there were a number of land mines put throughout this small town and our bomb squad unit went though this town at a snails pace locating the mines and bombs and disarming them. It's so hard to believe that terrorists would blow up their own people, women and children especially.

We heard a scream come from a makeshift schoolhouse. Six members of our squad entered and there were about twenty kids and a teacher in the room. We looked over and a young boy was standing on a mine. We knew if he took his foot off of it that it would explode. We had no idea how powerful these mines were seeing they were homemade. He was crying as I told him not to move and that we would help him.

"What's your name son?" I asked trying to calm him down.

"I'm Adar. I'm ten years old," he said in his best English.

"Adar, I'm Jason and I going to help you. Everything's going to be all right. Just don't move your foot, ok?"

"I'm scared, I don't want to die," replied Adar.

"You're not going to die if I can help it. Just do what I say. Hold your foot steadfast and don't move it."

I stayed with Adar as the other soldiers took the rest of the children to safety. When everyone was outside in a safe area, I asked one of my brothers to hand me a metal blanket. It's used to cover yourself when exploding a mine or bomb. I just hope it was thick enough. After everyone was out of the building, I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and over my head. I reached out and quickly pushed Adar to the floor and laid on top of him with the metal blanket over me, hoping to absorb any metal fragments from the dirty bomb.

Instantly there was an explosion. It was the last thing I heard.

All I remember after that was seeing a great light. I didn't know whether I was dead or dreaming or whatever. A voice called from the light. I couldn't quite hear it. I remember getting up and walking toward the beautiful light; the voice was louder.

"Jason, go back; it's not your time yet," the voice kept repeating. 

It was so calm and peaceful. I felt so relaxed. It felt like someone was holding my hand, at other times it felt like I was being kissed on the cheeks and forehead, even gently on the lips. I kept thinking I was dreaming but I couldn't wake up.

I went toward the beautiful light again. So bright, white and gold, as I got to the light I was told once again. "Go back, Jason. It's not your time yet; time to go back and wake up."

I felt my eyelids began to open. The light from the room I was in was so bright. I was squinting and I thought I saw Julie sitting there holding my hand. Then I heard a voice.

"Jason, my Jason, you're awake." It was Julie, where was I? Was I still dreaming? Then I heard Julie yell for the doctor.

"Dr. Yang, Dr. Yang, Jason has woke up! Come here! Hurry please."

A man in a white coat came into the room. I assumed it was Dr. Yang. Julie was holding my hand and crying. I had no idea what was going on.

"Where am I? Where's the little boy, Adar? What has happened? Am I dreaming or awake, doctor?"

"Easy now, Jason. All your questions will be answered. You've been through a lot but you should be alright now. Let me take your vital signs and give you liquid to drink. Your lips might be a little parched."

As he was talking Julie left the room. I later found out she went to call Mom and Marie. She was back in a few minutes.

The doctor began to explain a little bit to me. "You're in an Army hospital in Ohio. In fact you only live an hour away. You've been in a coma for over three months. After a month you were shipped back here to the states."

"What about the little boy, Adar. Did he live? I promised him I'd try to save him," I asked.

"All I can tell you is what was passed along. After you covered yourself with the metal blanket the dirty bomb exploded. You were on top of the boy and covered with the blanket. You got hit by a few pieces of shrapnel in your legs. The bomb was powerful enough that it pretty much blew up the building and it caved in and fell on your head giving you a very serious concussion. When your fellow brothers dug through the rubble they found you unconscious. The young boy was under you safe and sound. He had a few minor bruises. You saved his life."

I had tears in my eyes knowing I kept my promise to the young boy. "Why am I here? How did I get home? I didn't know they shipped out coma patients."

The doctor laughed. "You can thank your fiancée for that," he said as he looked over at Julie. "As you know her dad is a Captain and after you were in a coma for a month and your tour of duty would have been up, he requested you be sent here so your fiancée and family could be near you and look after you. I'll leave you two to talk for a few minutes. Then I want you to get some rest."

"Rest, Doc? I've been sleeping for three months," I laughed.

Fiancée? I never proposed. I looked over at Julie who had tears in her eyes and was looking down.

"I'm sorry, Jason. I talked to my dad and he said they wouldn't just send you home. He asked me if I loved you and I told him I did. It was his idea about the fiancée thing. He thought he would have a better chance of getting you transferred. I even bought a ring to put on my finger in case anyone asked. I even asked for a transfer to this VA hospital till you get well. I work here as a nurse."

"You've been here everyday and sat with me, haven't you? You held my hand and kissed me also. I thought it was a dream but it was you. It was you by my side," I said with teary eyes.

"Marie and your Mom come up every weekend to sit with me and you. I'm the only one that kissed you on the lips though," she smiled. "I put lip gloss on your lips so they wouldn't dry out."

I was somewhat sore but was able to move my arms and legs. I asked Julie if she would take off the engagement ring so I could see it. She looked a little saddened but did it.

"It's a cheap ring that I bought at the local store. It's a small diamond but it is real. It came with a wedding band," she said.

I looked at the ring. I thought how she really deserves much better but there wasn't much I could do about it at the present time. I asked for her left hand. She knew what was coming and began to cry.

"Come on, Julie, this is supposed to be a happy moment," I laughed. I took her hand and said, "Julie, I love you and want you to be my wife. Will you marry me if I ever get out of this bed?"

I looked at the door and there stood Marie and Mom listening to us. They were both crying too. When Julie said yes, they came in and everyone hugged and kissed everyone.

In the days that followed I took physical therapy and was up in no time. I did have a couple of shrapnel wounds that had healed but the doctor said I might feel in the cold weather. Other than that it was time to plan the rest of my life.

Julie's Dad and Mom came to see me. It was the first time I had met either of them. Julie looked a lot like her mom. Her dad showed up in uniform and I went to salute him. He smiled at me and told me it wasn't necessary but I told him it was my honor. 

The following month I was released from the hospital and sent home. I had one more meeting to attend with the Army before being discharged. I was given the bronze star for bravery. By keeping my cool under the situation at the school I was credited with saving the lives of all the kids by putting myself in harms way for my fellow brothers and the boy Adar. Julie's dad presented me with the medal.

After going home, Julie transferred to the local hospital. I needed to find work. I was in good physical shape and needed a job before marrying Julie. Harold asked me to come to the diner. "No offense, Harold, but I really don't want to be a cook or waiter. I know it's good honest work but I kind of miss the band of brothers. I felt I was part of something good."

"Jason, I didn't ask you here to be a cook. I got an application for you and am willing to vouch for you. It's to be a fireman, just like your old man was and of course so was I. You will still be doing something good and you will be with some of the best men out there. Most are ex-servicemen also."

Harold was right. It was belonging to something special. When I told the fire Chief who I was he smiled. He told me he was a good friend of my old man's and that he was also good friends with Harold. I did get the job.

Julie and I were married a couple of months later. We had a small wedding of mostly family members and a few friends. Of course Marie was the maid of honor. I asked Harold to be my best man. We would start off renting a nice apartment.

I got permission from the fire Chief for a few days off for our Honeymoon. I called my Uncle Charles and he said he would give us the bridal suite for a few days as a wedding present. We flew down and I remember Julie asking about the beach when she saw the sign that said private nude beach.

"Jason, I love you with all my heart but I'm not showing this body naked to anyone but you."

I laughed. "Honey, you better not be showing it to anyone else. I can control my temper now but I don't think I could control my jealousy. There is a family beach also. I do want to see you in that two piece blue bathing suit. I've been carrying that picture with me for nearly three years. I'm ready to see the real thing up close and personal."




Bad Boy



After saying hi to my uncle we went to our suite. It had a heart shaped bed and a hot tub which we made good use of in the nude every night. We made great use of that bed too.

I shouldn't tell you this because most readers probably won't believe me. We waited till our wedding night to make love. We flew down to Florida after taking our vows. It was something about making love for the first time together. I do have to say it was hard waiting but she did let me play with those boobs.

She went into the bathroom and came out in that blue bathing suit. God, was she ever sexy to me. "Do you want to take me now or go swimming first?" she laughed.

I picked her up and laid her on the bed and took off her suit. I wasn't about to wait any longer. We didn't even make it out of the room that night. It was lunch time the next day before we went out for air. We didn't go hungry though. My uncle gave us a stocked refrigerator. Pop, beer, fruit and whipped cream, he also had cheeses and cold cuts.

I have to tell you about the whipped cream and strawberries. My beautiful Julie was laying on the bed on her back naked and I made her a bikini of whipped cream. I placed little red strawberries all around for the top and the bottom. We each took a spoon and ate it up. The nice part was I got to lick the plate. I licked that plate till Julie had an orgasm. I mounted her and pushed my cock deep in her. It was less than a couple of minutes later that we came together for the first time. 

The next evening we actually decided to dress up and have dinner in the restaurant. As we were finishing up I saw Julie looking over my shoulder. "Jason, there's a woman in the corner booth staring at us. Do you know her?"

I turned around and there sat Ellen; I did find out her real name was Gloria Brown. When she saw it was me, she turned as white as a ghost.

"Honey, it's Gloria Brown. You know, her daughter is Lisa Brown," I said.

"Oh! That slut that blamed her maternity on you and when you tried to be responsible and do the right thing, she aborted her baby."

"Honey, I have a pretty tainted past..."

"Jason, I love you. I love you with all my heart. I forgave you for your past when we got married. Believe me, I know all about your past. Remember, your sister is my best friend. It's your future that I worry about not your past."

"There's probably a lot of my past you don't know. I just want you to know that I would never cheat on you. You have to know that. I am a changed person. I'm a one woman man now, and that woman is you."

I didn't want to tell her that I slept with Ellen/Gloria. I really did want to start over and leave my past in the past. I knew one thing for sure. I would never lie to Julie. I wanted our marriage to be one where we could talk over all our problems. I've heard the best marriages have a lot of communication.

I got up to use the rest room and told Julie I would be right back. When I returned she was standing over by Gloria's table talking to her. She came back to our table and smiled at me.

"What did you say to her?" I asked.

Julie smiled and said, "I just told her to keep her slut ass body away from my husband or I'd kick her ass all over this place."

"Julie, I would never. . ."

"Easy, Honey," said Julie. "I have a sixth sense when it comes to being a woman. I was just protecting what's mine and that's you," laughed Julie.

"I never told anyone..."

"You didn't have too. I could feel it when she looked at you," replied Julie.

"Okay, thank you for understanding. I promise I'll never cheat on you. What did she say?"

"She didn't know you were here. She was here to meet someone else."

We looked over at the door and we saw Boyd, Lisa's old boyfriend coming through the door. He went over and sat down with Gloria. We could tell that she was telling him that we were there as they quickly got up and left.

"Like mother, like daughter," said Julie.

Epilogue:

Julie and I have been married for a couple of years now. I have been as straight as an arrow. There's nothing Julie won't do for me and nothing that I wouldn't do for her. She said she knows what it takes to keep her man happy.

I'm as happy as a man can be. I'm a firefighter and I have another band of brothers in firefighting. I also have a cute little baby who looks just like her mother. My life finally is on the right track. All it took was for me to grow up and be a man. The service did that for me.

Mom and Harold are very happy and still have the diner. They are two proud grandparents as are Julie's parents. Marie finally met the right guy and will be getting married this summer. She's a teacher at the local elementary school.

I had to laugh when Julie came across Lisa in a grocery store and told her to say hi to Boyd. She told her she had seen him in Florida and didn't get a chance to talk to him. I guess the shit hit the fan at the Brown household. Lisa's parents' divorce was listed in the local paper.

I guess I pretty much lost my title as the bad boy but I'm now known as the local hero who saved lives in Iraq and now doing the same as a fireman. I like that title much better.

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Thank you for reading my story

Comments are always welcome

DG Hear



Bad Boy!



"Hmmmm. So my boy toy slave has been bad? Of course, you know you must be punished. Your orders are to go into the secret room. You know the one that is our play room, the one with the spanking tables, the sex swing, whips and restraints? Yes that one!"

"Up against the far wall you will see wrists restraints and ankle restraints fastened in place, spaced wide apart so your arms and legs will be spread. Strip naked and place your wrists and ankles in the restraints and they will automatically lock in place. Do that one hour before you know I will be home. I want you to think about what your punishment will be while you're waiting for me. Look around the room and see all the sex toys and various punishment devices that might be used on you as discipline for your transgressions."

You see various dildos, whips, clips, vibrators, cock rings, and cattle prods. In the corner is a mechanical cock pump, next to it a spanking table with wrist and leg restraints. A large paddle hangs nearby. The table has a hole in it for cock and balls to be placed for easy access by Mistress. Various bottles of ointment and lubricant are placed around the room.

You've been spread eagled over and hour now and are wondering when I will be there when you hear the door to the play room open. You see me come in and smile at me until you see the look of disfavor on my face. You know from past experience that I am not happy with you. Your smile disappears and is replaced with a look of trepidation. I walk up to you and stand before you making sure the restraints are fastened correctly and that you cannot move.

"You have done well by following my instructions, slave, but you must be punished for your misbehavior. I'm going to blindfold you now and your instructions are to not make a sound unless I ask you a question. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand."

"Good."

I place the blindfold on you and a ball gag into your mouth and fasten it behind your head. You are completely helpless and at my mercy and somehow that arouses you. I see your cock begin to stiffen and it amuses me. Using my index finger I slowly rub it from root to head.

"Well, well, what do we have here, slave?

"My cock, Mistress."

"Is that what you call it? This little worm, you call a cock?

"Yes, Mistress."

"I suppose it will have to do for now. Perhaps it will grow before your punishment is over."

"Yes Mistress."

SMACK! You feel the side of your face burning where I slapped it hard. "Did I ask you a question, slave?"

"No, Mistress,"

"I told you not to say a word unless I asked you a question. Your punishment will be doubled now. I see your cock is growing; you must enjoy being slapped around."

SMACK! The other cheek is burning where I slapped it hard and I smile when your cock twitches.

Several minutes pass and you wonder if I'm still there and what will happen next. You think you hear clothes being taken off and falling to the floor, but you're not sure. You suck in your breath when you feel a hand on your cock.

"Your punishment, slave, will be not to come until I give you permission. If you understand, nod your head yes. Good boy! Now we shall proceed."

You hear a something scrape across the floor, a stool perhaps; it stops in front of you. Suddenly you smell my Chanel # 5 and feel arms placed along side your head. My mouth kisses you softly then with demand, passionate kisses, my tongue in your mouth exploring before pulling away.

"Now, slave, open your mouth and suck my nipples until I tell you to stop. MMMMmmm that feels so good. Suck them hard! Harder!!! Now nibble them."

You feel me withdraw my tits from your mouth and rub them down your chest, across your belly and your hard cock. I place your cock between them and order you to fuck my tits and then I suddenly pull away. Your cock is hard!! Suddenly, you feel my warm wet mouth sucking just the head and you moan.

"Did I tell you you could moan?"

"No, Mistress, but it feels so good."

"Just for that I'm going to put the nipple clamps on you!"

You feel the clamps pinching your teats, then I screw them down hard and place light weights on them. You're trying to move away but that just makes them tighter.

"That isn't enough punishment for you! Out comes the cock pump."

You feel the sucking hose being fitted around your hard cock and breath deeply for what is to come. The whir of the machine comes on and it slowly begins to suck you as I sit back and watch you trying not to come. I turn the power up a little at a time and it sucks harder and faster. Your hips are trying to fuck it.

"Don't you come, slave! Don't you do it!!! If you come you'll go on the spanking table."

I decide to turn the sucking machine on high; I want to see you tormented for being a bad slave. It's sucking your cock fast and furious and hard, pulling come from your prostate, up your shaft and out your hole as you scream and come from the intensity of the suction. You came so hard you're panting and limp, but the machine continues sucking your still hard cock.

SMACK! You feel my hand hard against your face, one side and then the other, smacking you hard!

"I told you not to come!!! You will be punished severely for disobeying me, slave!!"

I shut off the machine, place the tube in your mouth and turn it on reverse, shooting your own come into your mouth.

"Swallow it, slave, swallow all your come, then lick the inside of the tube with your tongue! Eat every drop!!"

After you have cleaned up your own come juice, I remove the restraints from your wrists and ankles, then place a collar on you with a leash and order you on your hands and knees, leading you to the dreaded spanking table.

"Lay on the table face down with your cock and balls sticking through the hole."

I tie your wrists to the front legs of the table and spreading your legs wide tie them to the back legs with your cock and balls dangling through the hole. The blindfold is removed but the gag ball is left in place. You feel me spread your ass cheeks and tape them open, and then you feel cold lubricant running down your ass crack and into your asshole just before the big butt plug is shoved up your ass and anchored in place. The tape holding your cheeks is removed and I turn on the vibrator of the butt plug. It massages your prostate like a woman's G Spot and your cock springs to life again. I show you the large paddle.

"This is what I'm going to punish you with, slave. You will have 15 smacks and if you utter a sound, 15 more will be added."

Walking to the other end of the spanking table the paddle comes down on your ass hard and I see you wince, but you make no sound. Two...three...four...five hard whacks. I let you rest for a moment before the paddle comes down for the sixth...seventh....eighth...ninth time...tenth time. Letting you rest again I see that your ass is red with welts but you have not made a sound. Your cock is hard. I remove the gag ball from your mouth.

"You like this spanking, slave?"

"No, Mistress, it hurts."

"You lie! I see how hard your cock is!!!"

The paddle comes down harder and harder until all whacks have been administered to your ass. It's swollen now with big red welts and beet red. I remove the butt plug and go to the head of the table and show you the large dildo.

"Because you lied to me you're going to experience an ass fucking. Let's see just how hard your cock can get shall we? I asked you a question, slave!! Answer me!"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress, let's see how hard my cock can get."

More lubricant is applied and you feel the bulbous head of the dildo at your hole pushing past the sphincter into your ass. Suddenly it is shoved all the way in and your cock gets harder. You feel it begin to fuck you...pulling almost all the way out...all but the head and back in slowly...in and out...in and out....in and out....in and out...in and out.

Suddenly a warm mouth is licking your hard cock. It feels so good! The mouth takes your cock inside it and begins to suck. Your ass is being fucked and your cock is being sucked. You're tied down and at their mercy. The mouth is sucking you harder than you have ever been sucked before! God, how am I going to keep from coming, you think!

The dildo stops and Mistress walks to the head of the table. Who is sucking, you wonder?

"How does your cock feel, slave? How do you like being sucked by a man?"

A man, you think? A man? Oh god, a man is sucking my cock!

"It feels good, Mistress. May I please come now? Please? I can't stand this much longer."

"No, you may not come now, you must pleasure me first. Conrad, stop sucking his cock, untie him and help him up."

Conrad helps you stand, but you are sore and stiff from the beating. You watch Conrad go to Mistress and place her in the sex swing. She instructs him to tie her legs high and spread wide on the swing, and then she lays back in anticipation of a good fucking.

"Come here, slave! You are to fondle my tits, squeeze them hard and then lick and suck my nipples."

"Yes, Mistress, like this?"

"Oh yes! Yes! Pinch my nipples, both at the same time. That's it...oh yes! My pussy is getting wet. Stick your finger in my pussy, that's it, now two fingers; fuck me with two fingers. MMmmmmmm....you are doing well, slave. Suck my tits at the same time. Harder! Bite them! Ohhhhh...yes!!!! "

"Now eat me. Spread my pussy lips and lick me. Excellent! Excellent! I know I taste good and you know how much I love to be fucked with your tongue so do it! Ahhhhhhh....yes, you do that so well slave. Now my clit...lick it...lick it harder with the flat of your tongue. You know how I like it."

"That's it....I can feel my juices running out my pussy and down my ass crack. Lick it clean. Now suck my clit, softly at first. MMmmmmm, .so nice...now harder, suck it harder...harder and faster! "I'm going to come!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...........Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes!!!!!! Yes!!!!! So good...it feels so good...keep sucking...make me come again that way.

You feel me shudder with both orgasms and are pleased that you can make me come, but your cock is throbbing and needs release.

"Mistress, please let me come now. You're so lovely and your tits are so good to suck and your pussy tastes so good and your hard little clit is wonderful and my cock needs to come. Please give me permission to come."

"Not yet slave, first fuck me with your cock, slip it in now and fuck me hard. Hold the swing and fuck my pussy. Make me moan and whimper. After I come again, you may come."

You hold the swing by its ropes and impale me with your hard throbbing cock all the way to the hilt. Your Mistress moans.

"Fuck me, slave! Fuck this pussy and fuck it hard!! Now faster...faster...faster ...don't you come yet...not yet...this feels too good. I want to feel you pound me. I don't want to come yet; I just want you to fuck me hard. Let me hear and feel your balls slap my ass with each stroke. That's it!! Oh, I LOVE TO BE FUCKED!!!!!! You're fucking me so good!!! Now lean forward and suck my tits and use your finger on my clit while you hump me. Oh yes!!!! YES!!!!!! YES!!!! I'M COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You feel me shudder and shudder with my orgasm as I scream; my pussy muscles grabbing your cock and sucking come out.

"Mistress, PLEASE LET ME COME NOW!"

"Pound me hard and come slave."

You reach under the swing and grab my ass and fuck me hard, pounding my pussy with your hard cock.

"I'M COMING, MISTRESS! COMING! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....YOUR PUSSY IS SO TIGHT!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

THANK YOU, MISTRESS. THANK YOU FOR BEING SO GOOD TO YOUR SLAVE!"

"Now, slave, suck your come out of my pussy. Stick your tongue in there and lick me clean, my ass crack too, then you may untie me."



Bad boy



Mike watched with hooded eyes as Vee bent over a small assembly part. Her tight, round ass was molded by her heavy jeans. Her shirt also rose, exposing a small amount of dusky skin. He felt a tightening in his groin. They were pals, friends at work, but he wanted so much more. He shifted in his seat and continued to peek at her lush body as she worked, just a few feet away. His cock tightened more and he thought of nothing except her ass as it swayed so close to him.

Vee glanced over her shoulder and saw him looking. She flashed a cute smile and wiggled her hips, making that fine ass bounce a little. She liked to tease and play -- thinking it was simply a game between two friends. Mike almost knocked his tool kit over as his hand jerked out, almost as if reaching for her. She smiled more and returned to working on the item on the bench.

A whistle blew, and Mike felt a bead of sweat rolling down his face. Time for a quick break, time to ogle Vee's amazing breasts. As they walked toward the coffee area, they fell into pace side by side. It was a hot day. "Hey Mike, how's it going?" she asked quietly

"All good, Vee!" was his cheerful response. And it was, for Vee had removed her heavy work shirt, leaving just a thin tank to cover her amazing breasts. Large, round and pert, Mike imaged his hands and mouth covering them. She peeked sideways, and saw the growing bulge in his pants.

"That's good -- it sure is hot today," she stated. 

"uh huh, it sure is..." in more ways than one, he thought. He was so aware of her, but totally did not see that she was aware of him as well. Grabbing cool drinks, they stepped outside to bask in the sun for a few minutes.

"Mike, whatcha doin after work?"

"umm....nothing planned," he said carefully. Very carefully. His Mistress might allow him to fantasize, but had not given permission for more.

"Why don't we hang out?" she asked. Planting an innocent look on her face, she stepped a bit closer and brushed the back of her hand across his covered crotch. "We could become really good friends...." She whispered.

"Oh yes, we could," he grunted. Her hand had slipped away, but he was raging hard now. He had been crushing on her for months....but oh how much trouble he would be in. He flicked his eyes over her tight body and decided he didn't care....those amazing tits swayed towards him, and he could clearly see the outline of her nipples, begging for his mouth. His hand lifted, to tweak just the nipple, when a loud whistle sounded, calling them back to work.

Vee stepped back and swung her shirt on, covering her tank and beautiful breasts. He groaned, his hard cock throbbing against his jeans. Only two hours, he thought. Two hours and those tits are mine. His cock jumped as his eyes dropped to her fine ass and he imagined sliding into her. Oh, it was gonna be great!

The next two hours were misery for Mike, he kept sneaking glances at Vee, and she continued to taunt him, straddling the chair rather than simply sitting, bending every chance she got, lifting her arms so her breasts would rise. Mike watched, his raging hard on rubbing against his jeans. Oh how he wanted her.....enough to risk so much, just to have her.

Vee glanced over, glad to see his total interest was still there. She smiled, so looking forward to the games that would be played. A jolt of desire raged through her pussy. God, she wanted, no needed, to cum. This was going to be so much fun.

The clock finally circled and they closed down for the night. Walking out of the plant, Mike had to twice adjust his stride, his hard cock twanging with pain in its tight constraint. Vee seemed unaware, walking with a normal stride as they gained the parking lot. Mike glanced at his car and his steps faltered. A note was attached to the dashboard, in a hot pink paper. His Mistresses hot pink paper.

He stifled a groan and walked carefully to his car. Vee stayed behind him. She touched his shoulder, causing him to jump as he grabbed the note. "Now, who left you a note?" she asked teasingly. "Another girl?"

Mike glanced at her and almost cringed. She was so hot, she had taken of her shirt and her nipples were poking against the thin tank. His hand trembled as he reached for the note. Vee reached around him and grabbed it. "Well?" she demanded. 

"No Vee..." he tried to take the note back, but she pulled away and tore open the envelope. 

"hmmm, come to room 147 at the Clover Hotel. Oh, really?" she glanced at him slyly. "Okay," she said, "Let's go!" Skirting around the car, she opened the passenger door and slid in. 

Mike's head dropped. Sweat glistened on his forehead. He couldn't disobey his Mistress, she knew when he got of work, and he knew he had only 20 minutes before he better walk in the door. But Vee was in the car, how could he take her with? Oh God, he thought, there is no win here.

He climbed in the driver's seat and turned towards her. "Vee, you can't go with me..." his voice faltered. She had reached under her tank and had begun to remove her bra. Her beautiful breasts bobbed, free of the restraint.

"Oh, yes," she stated, "I am gonna go with you. I want to see who you think you should be fucking instead of me."

"Vee.." he groaned.

"Nope, drive," as stated she slid and locked her seatbelt in place, nestled between her mountainous boobs. His mouth watered at the sight, and he simply stared.

"Drive," she told him again, while smacking his forearm.

Mike knew he was in trouble either way, so what the hell, take her along. Maybe his Mistress would be kind. He chuckled to himself, yeah right! But another fleeting thought dashed through his mind, what if his Mistress decided to embarrass him? She knew they worked together, in fact, had him confess just a few days ago that he had a crush on her. Oh, he thought, this might not be good.

He pulled the car into the motel parking lot and shut the engine off. Glancing at Vee, he was surprised to see a smile flit across her face. His instincts tingled, but the thought of relief for his raging cock override his common sense. He climbed out of the car and pulled her along with him. The walked to the room and he grasped the knob, knowing it would be open for him.

The both entered the cool, dark room. He could sense a presence, but could not see anyone. "Good, you are on time," a voice purred. "At least that is one punishment you will be spared." Mike had felt a jab of heat through his body at the first words. 

Walking into the room, he stopped when a light suddenly flicked on. His Mistress. He dropped to his knees in front of her. "My Pet" she said, "go into the bathroom and shower, NOW!" He jumped to his feet, "Yes Ma'am, right away!" Darting into the bathroom, running water was immediately heard as he stripped away his clothing and dove into the water.

He couldn't hear anything in the room, but horridly scrubbed himself clean. Even in the best of times, his Mistress wasn't very patient. Oh, Vee, he worried, washing faster. He could hear voices, and hurried even more. A scant five minutes later, he came from the shower, dripping water as a towel was slung around his waist.

"Very good, My Pet," his Mistress purred. "Don't you think so, Vee?"

His glance flickered to Vee, sitting demurely on the bed, while his Mistress remained on the lone chair. He saw Vee nod and then rise. She brushed past him, quickly squeezing his arm as she entered the bathroom. Mike looked at his Mistress as running water was once again heard. Mistress smiled, stating simply, "She wishes to be cool and clean too."

Mike nodded and looked down again. His cock still ached and stood at attention. "Come, Pet, come here." He shuffled quickly across the room, dropping to his knees in front of the chair. His eyes on the floor, he heard the jingle, but didn't dare look up. He hadn't heard the displeasure in his Mistresses' voice, but her tense body terrified him. "Here Pet, let's put this on."

He glanced to her hand and saw the rigid cock cage, one of her favorite torture devices. The cage covered his cock and balls, making it impossible to get any pressure, holding him erect, and not allowing any relief. He groaned and took the device. Letting go of the towel, he rose unsteadily to his feet and pulled the straps over his legs, encircling his cock and balls and strapping the hard cage around himself. He shivered, knowing the hours of torture were just beginning.

"On the bed," was his command. Looking over, he saw several pillows mounded in the center, and shackles appeared at the head and foot. "On your stomach!" was the next demand. Mike dared a glance at his Mistress while moving quickly to the bed. He stomach heaved as he noted her heavy leather corset, stockings and heels. Her breasts were free and resting on the half cups and her pussy was completely exposed. His excitement mounted as he mounted the bed and placed his stomach across the pillows. His caged cock pressed against the pillows, but no real friction was felt. 

Mistress grabbed his left ankle and locked it into the cuff, quickly following with his right. He was now positioned, ass up in the air, legs spread tightly across the bed. His face fell forward naturally into the bed. She then locked his right, then left wrist, spreading them as well. Grabbing another pillow, she forced it under his chin, so his face now aligned to the headboard above.

The sound of the shower had finished, but in his haste to obey and become locked down, Mike hadn't noticed. However, sensing the presence of Vee, he glanced over at her nude body and gasped with pleasure and longing. Her dusky skin covered her very beautiful body, large undulating breasts, peaked by dark nipples, a narrow waist, flared hips. Dark curly hair covered her pussy, and, although he couldn't see her ass, he knew it was tight and round. 

Mistress chuckled. "You like her, hmmm....even though you belong to me, you lust after another?" she questioned, almost gently. Mike swallowed hard and twisted his head to stare in horror at his Mistress. "Oh yes, My Pet. I know and see all. I hope you really enjoy what you will see next." This was said in a mocking, sing song voice. 

Mike's terror intensified. Mistress scared him. She looked at Vee and said, "in the position, as I told you!" Vee nodded, also looking a bit apprehensive. She climbed on the bed, spreading her legs over Mike's arms, sinking back so that her dusky pussy was within inches of his face and tongue. Her musky, female scent filled his nostrils. He could almost touch her with his tongue, she was just out of reach!

Mistress moved towards Vee and pulled her a bit closer, Mike tried to stretch forward, to bury his mouth and tongue in her wetness, and realized the leg shackles prevented him moving even an bit up. Groaning, he tried to move his neck, stretching it. Mistress allowed him, making sure Vee was just out of reach....so close....but untouchable. His cock throbbed in his cage, his mouth watered at her scent; he was excited by the bondage, fearful of his punishment....oh so much!

Mistress placed pillows behind Vee, and then tied her legs with binding rope, linked under the bed. Her pussy and ass gaped open, begging for his touch, taste....he groaned again. Vee could move her arms and she rested them against her sides. "Vee," said Mistress, "pinch and squeeze your nipples!" Vee began to rub, squeeze and circle her tight, dark nipples. 

Mistress reached down and began to touch and flick across Vee's clit. Vee jerked at the initial touch, then groaned as the expert fingers began to pleasure her. Mike tried to turn his head away from this sight, but Mistress demanded he watch. Slowly, Mistress slid her fingers down Vee's hot slit and began to pump in and out of her wet pussy. Faster and faster she pumped, releasing juices that began to leak down Vee's pussy and ass. The overpower scent of female entranced Mike.

Pulling her fingers out and stepping back, Mistress smiled. Mike's mouth was open, his tongue stretching out, begging for a taste. Smiling evilly, Mistress stroked one of her juice soaked fingers lightly over his tongue. He immediately tried to close his mouth around, but Mistress pulled back her hand. "Vee, begin to finger yourself. I want him to see your pussy soaked, your fingers sliding in and out, your clit engorged with your desire." Mike actually groaned again as Vee dropped her left hand to her pussy and began to follow the instructions.

His eyes locked on Vee's hand and pussy, he didn't notice Mistress stepping away. Nor the sound of the whistling crop, until he felt it connect to his ass. He jerked, but the shackles held him in place. Fearfully, he turned his head and looked at his Mistress, who smiled at him. "Look at her pussy, Look at it!" she demanded. He turned his head back, staring at her pussy, while his ass tensed, waiting for the next blow. It came.

Again and again, the crop found his ass. Burning fire flamed his senses, as tears ran down his face, He could see and smell Vee's scent, also driving him wild. He didn't know if it was pleasure or pain at this point, only senses. He needed more.....another whistling blow landed and he heard the sound of the crop being flung away. 

He felt cool lube dripping down his ass, and before he took his next breath, a dildo was being inserted, pressing into his hole. No prep, no gentleness, just a hard (although lubed) dildo being pushed into him. The pressure began to mount and the dildo slipped in, and slowly was inserted, inch by agonizing inch, into his unprepared hole. Finally it was seated fully into him and he saw Vee's entire body contract as she finally came, as she saw the dildo being pushed into him. 

His ass had never been stretched so far, he knew this wasn't the size he normally took, it burned like fire and every muscle, every aching inch of whipped skin, protested this invasion. Mistress pulled it back, about half way out and rammed it deeply in again. He caught Vee's deeper scent, saw the cum and juices running down her and his stomach clenched. He stretched out, but his mouth and tongue still couldn't reach her inflamed pussy and the attempt at stretching caused a whole whirlwind of pain. His cock and balls ached with intensity, especially as her scent reached him, and the dildo pushed into him yet again.

When the dildo next fully seated within him, Mistress let go and left it in his fully stretched ass. The burning pain gave way to pleasure....oh, he was so full of need. He whimpered as he stared at Vee's pussy, thinking of nothing now, except of sinking his cock into her. Mistress walked and released his hands, but left the shackles on. Going behind him, she touched his shoulders. Oh, he didn't even know those muscles ached, until she released them from their tight hold. 

"Up on your knees," was her next command. He rose to his knees and the dildo shifted within him, finding new spots to touch and torment. Mistress slipped behind and now clipped the wrist shackles to his ankle bindings, effectively spreading his legs and arms across, giving him no play area.

"isn't her pussy pretty," whispered Mistress in Mike's ear. "Mmm....it looks so fuckable!"

Mike groaned but nodded his head. This new position added weight to the cock cage, and increased the pressure, and the dildo had sunk deeper in. He felt a tingle and realized that Mistress had placed a small vibe by him, running it to hit both the bottom of the cock cage and the dildo, causing everything to vibrate. The intense building of pressure in his balls increased. He groaned with need.

"Mistress, please, I'm begging you..." he began. 

"Shuh, my pet, all in good time," she whispered softly in his ear.

He heard noises behind him and when he next saw his Mistress, she had placed a huge strap on to her body. Walking to Vee, she smiled and began to climb under her bound legs. Vee's hands rested on her thighs, she was dazed in the aftermath of her orgasm. Mistress scooted up under her, and placed the head of the large dildo against her gaping, dripping hole. A gentle nudge and Vee moved, aligning her body over the huge member.

Slowly Vee rose, and then seated herself on the large, dark black dildo. It was a realistic rendering of a man, with a huge head. The tool was approximately 10 inches long and at least 4 inches around -- huge, hungry and hard. Slowly she lowered herself on the mounting, gasping as it entered and touched deep within her body, to her womb. "Rub your tits," ordered Mistress, as her hand found Vee's engorged clit and began to circle it with her talented fingers.

Slapping Vee's ass with her other hand, Mistress began to buck her hips under Vee. Vee responded by rocking and riding the hard cock pressed deep in her small body. Her pussy was stretched as wide as possible, the dark midnight black cock riding into her dusky colored cunt. Mike's eyes were impaled by the vision before him, seeing his Mistress fuck the pussy he wanted so badly for himself. The vib attached to him began to speed up, and he saw with shock a remote in Mistresses' hand.

Semen began to leak out of his cock, but not enough to give him release. His hips began to buck in the air, but with no friction (the damn pillows were even gone) he was jerking into air. And every jerk caused the dildo to stretch farther into him. Tears of frustration began to flow from his eyes, especially as Vee began to sob her need and release. She came, screaming "yes, yes, yes "over and over into the air. He thrust against air as he watched the huge cock slide in and out of her soaking hole. Juices coated the black cock....it glistened in the light.

Vee came, hard and fast. She collapsed back into Mistress, sobbing. Mistress gently removed the huge, wet, glistening cock from her hot pussy hole. She untied Vee and laid her on her side, rotating her so her head was near Mike's left thigh. Standing on the bed, Mistress walked towards Mike, huge cock hanging against her. Smiling, she spread her legs and grabbed Mike's hair. Forcing his mouth open, she shoved the juice covered cock into his mouth, gagging him as she shoved it back into his throat.

He nearly retched as the huge cock penetrated his mouth. The taste of Vee further enflamed him, and still more cum leaked from his raging cock. He continued to thrust at air, Mistress had spread her legs far enough so that he could not touch one, and gagged as one cock drove into his ass and another down his throat. Tears of humiliation and need flowed down his face, dripping onto his chest. Minutes of this continued, his balls began to bunch tighter and tighter, but no release was possible.

Mistress finally pulled back and his breathing began to return. Smiling, Mistress burned and presented her ass to his face. Bending slightly, she pressed her rosebud back and his tongue shot out and began to lick and lave her flesh. She allowed this for a few seconds, enjoying, but then stepped away. He cried out his need, his cock raging against the cage. She touched his check and turned the vibrator on as high as it would go. He no longer had a thought; his entire being was centered on his need to release. 

He came. His body arched and he began to gush as stream after stream of cum shot out of him. He groaned and gasped as he fucked the air, because even though he came, it was without any pressure, any touch, he needed, craved, desired more. It was simply release.

Mistress tasked and began to remove his bonds. Freeing him, he fell forward, bending at his waist. He felt the straps holding his cage being untightened and released, and then a great pull and the huge cock in his ass were pulled free. He whimpered a bit when Mistress slapped his still burning ass, and fell forward on the bed. He was spent, but still had a need, to be buried deep while he came again.

Mistress lied on the other side of the bed and nodded to Vee. She rose and climbed over, and lay between Mistresses thighs and began to lavish and lick Mistresses shaved pussy. Her tongue darted in and out, finding the nub and going up and down her slit. Mike raised up to one arm and reached, but his hand was slapped by his Mistress. "Go and stand against the wall, my pet," was the cold order given.




Bad boy



He rose and went to the wall, where his hungry eyes watched Vee's ass as it rocked in time with her tongue pleasuring his Mistress. Anger welled, this wasn't how his evening was supposed to go, and he revolted internally. However, he knew this was his punishment. He was angry with himself, he only had to tell Mistress he wanted this woman, and she would have allowed it. But he tried to sneak, so he was to be punished.

He stood there, watching his Mistress begin to writhe, knowing her orgasm was coming. He felt his cock twitch; unsurprised that he was growing hard again. Mistress threw back her head and began to moan, her body twitching as she came, juices flowing down Vee's face. She reached down and stroked Vee's head. Vee rose and went into the bathroom; Mistress simply lay on the bed, fingering her still twitching pussy and watching Mike. He stood against the wall, his cock getting harder and longer.

He heard the shower start and a few moments later, with his dick at full attention, he watched as Mistress gave herself an orgasm. He heard the shower end and Vee came out, toweling off and dressing. Mistress rose and went into the bathroom, again the shower turned on. Mike watched in horror as Vee finished dressing. He realized he wasn't going to get any further satisfaction from either woman, and in fact, was going to be frustrated as hell.

His hand slipped to his cock and he began to pump it, when the bathroom door flung open and Mistress shouted, "STOP! You do not get to touch yourself; you do not get to cum again tonight!"

Mistress began to dress as well. Mike was frozen against the wall, staring in horror at both women. No, he thought, it couldn't be....then Mistress turned.

"Next time you want a woman, ask. I will usually allow it. But you tried to cheat, and that my Pet is never, ever allowed." She pulled an expandable cock ring from the bag and began to fit it over him. "Clean up this room, clean up the toys. Go home. Do not touch yourself, do no cum. If you are a good boy, tomorrow Vee will let you eat her very sweet pussy, fuck her very tight ass. Won't that be nice my Pet?"

"Be good!" With that, Vee and Mistress left the room, leaving behind a very naughty, frustrated "pet". A pet that did as he was told, for tomorrow would be his. He hoped. With Mistress, you never could tell.



Bad Boy



It was the middle of winter when I turned eighteen. It was odd, but during that winter I put on a late growth spurt, gaining at least another inch in height and filling out in various other places. Boy, did I fill out. I moved up several cup sizes in the boobs department. I'd always had breasts that could be kindly described as on the smallish side. Suddenly I had to adjust to breasts that were medium-large, leaning towards the large. 

It was quite a confidence booster, even if no-one noticed. I mean, winter, and all that, going around buried in layers of clothing, trying to keep warm. Anyone who noticed an increase in the area of my chest probably sniggered and thought I had added some padding. Well, I had, but it was all natural.

When spring came, bringing some warmer weather with it, I was able to start wearing a few nicer outfits when I was out and about. Actually, I had to start buying the outfits. Most of my lighter clothes were now too small. I know, any excuse for a shopping spree, but it was true. 

I was waiting for some really hot weather before venturing out to the local beach in a bikini. A new bikini, courtesy of my father. He saw me in my old one and almost had a heart attack. No daughter of his was going to the beach in that outfit I was told in no uncertain terms. I explained that I'd out-grown it and didn't have the cash for a new one, and just like that I had the cash in hand.

On one Sunday in the middle of spring it was what you would describe as warmish. Not hot enough to go out and try to get a tan, but definitely warm enough to go for a stroll along the beach in an outfit that might be described as a bit on the skimpy side. 

What the outfit consisted of was some old clothes that had met a terrible fate at the hands of scissors wielded by a fashion expert - me. I'd taken an old sloppy t-shirt, sloppy for my pre-boobs time, that is, and cut away the bottom half. Maybe the bottom two thirds. Now when I put it on it almost covered my breasts, giving this tantalising glimpse of under-boob. Any boys I met would be looking at me and wondering if I had a bra on under that cut-off t-shirt, trying to drill holes through the material with their eyes. (The answer was no, I didn't. My breasts were high and firm and stayed where they were supposed to. Any sagging was a problem for the future.)

My shorts weren't much better. They were an old pair of jeans cut down to Daisy Dukes. Rather tight Daisy Dukes. I'd run into a problem when I was making those. It seems that my, ah, let's say my hips, had filled out a bit as well as my chest. I had to slice up the sides of my newly fashioned Daisy Dukes before I could actually get them on. 

Now while the outfit might be described as a heart-attack for Daddy, I thought I looked cute. If there were any boys on the beach, their heads would turn so fast their necks would crack. This stroll along the beach was going to be fun.

My stroll along the beach started out as a bit of a disappointment. There was no-one there. Hell, if I was brave enough to come out when it was only warmish, you'd think some of the boys would be there on the off chance. Then my disappointing walk looked as though it might upgrade itself to a disaster.

There was a boy on the beach. Man, really, as he was several years older than me. It was Blasted Brian. That's how I always thought of him. His very presence can get me hot under the collar. He's always making snide comments and putting me down. A loathsome creature and a bad influence on ell the other men around the place. For some reason most girls seem drawn to his chauvinistic attitude, but not me.

I marched on down the beach, quickening my pace a little. With a bit of luck he'd just ignore me. It didn't take me long to realise that he wasn't going to. He'd already changed direction and was going to intercept me. It figured. If it wasn't for the bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all.

"Cathy," he said cheerfully. "Well met. How are things going?"

"Hullo, Brian," I said coolly, hoping he'd get the hint that he wasn't wanted. "Things are fine."

"That's nice to hear. I see you're still wearing your padded bras."

Bastard. I was so not wearing a padded bra and it should have been obvious. I stopped and glared at him.

"I have no need to wear padding," I said repressively. "If you're just going to insult me, please go away."

"No padding?" he asked dubiously.

"No. What? Do you want to check?"

As soon as I said that I knew I shouldn't have. I could (and should) have bitten my tongue.

"That's an excellent idea," he said, and he sounded like a cat purring.

Before I could react he just lifted the front of my top up, pushing it to the top of my breasts. Just like that my breasts were on display.

"Stop that," I hissed at him, while I quickly brushed my top back down. "I have no desire to show off my breasts in public, thank you very much." 

"You stop it," he said, lifting the top up again. "There's just you and me here so we're hardly in public."

This time when I went to brush my top down, he caught my wrist.

"I said, leave it," he said. "You have very nice breasts and I'll concede no padding. Where did you get those from? Falsies, by any chance?"

To my fury he started softly probing my breasts, checking for implants. The absolute gall of the man. It was enough to vex anyone. 

"No, they are not falsies," I flared at him. "It's all me, so will you kindly stop poking them."

I really need to be more careful of what I say to Blasted Brian. He has a genius for seeing things his way. What I should have said was stop touching them. He stopped probing them with a finger and cupped them with his hands, gently bouncing them as though weighing them. 

"You know, you really do have a lovely pair of breasts," he murmured, and, despite not liking him, I couldn't help but be flattered. It was balm to my wounded soul to hear him admit that my breasts were nice. 

He took a step back and looked me over. I mean, he really looked at me.

"Nice," he said softly. "Very nice indeed. You've slimmed down over the last few months. Or perhaps," he added, eyes on my breasts, "I should say you've redistributed the weight in a way that does you credit."

He was right about the weight. Even though I was taller and, shall we say, more shapely, my total weight hadn't really changed. My puppy fat had gone, balancing out the increase in size in certain areas.

With him standing back a bit and giving me the once over it suddenly occurred to me that my boobs were still on display, which was not my intention when I made this top. Tantalize and tease, not flaunt, had been my aim. Hastily I reached up and tugged the top down into position.

Brian seemed to give this little growl and moved closer.

"I told you to leave it," he reprimanded me. "I like looking at them."

That comment did funny thing inside me. I felt indignation that he would presume to think that he had a right to look at my breasts, together with a flutter of excitement for exactly the same reason. This was the first time Brian had seemed to approve of anything about me. But still, there was a principle involved.

"Brian, it is not my intention to stand around on the beach with my breasts out just because you like looking at them," I told him acerbically. "In case you don't know it, it is not the sort of behaviour young women are expected to indulge in."

My comments may have been more effective if Brian hadn't been cupping my breasts again. This time he was also rolling my nipples around with his thumbs.

"Ah, Brian, will you please stop doing that?" I asked him, trying to keep it polite.

"Why?" he asked, his voice purring again, sending little shivers up my back. "You like it. Your breasts like it."

"That's beside the point," I said, and I could hear stress in my voice now. "You're not supposed to do this sort of thing in public. Or in private, if it's me you're doing it to."

"Picky, picky," he muttered, but at least he moved his hands off my breasts. I hadn't known when I was well off.

He slipped his arms around me and pulled me up against him. He was wearing a button up shirt which he hadn't bothered to button. When he pulled me to him my breasts were plastered against his chest. A very hairy chest, I might add. It was a very strange feeling, having my breasts rub against a man's chest like that. 

To make things worse, he kissed me. He took me totally by surprise, me never imagining in a million years that Blasted Brian would kiss me like that. He covered my mouth and slipped his tongue between my lips before I knew he was even thinking of kissing me. That was another new one for me, feeling his tongue tracing along the insides of my lips and exploring my mouth.

His hands settled on my bottom, holding me close to him. This gave me two more problems. One, he actually had his hands on my bottom. I thought I was doing good to get my bum into those shorts, and somehow he got his hands in there as well. Number two, and far more disconcerting, I could feel his, um, his, ah, let's say his personal equipment pressing against me. And the way it was pressing against me I knew the sort of state it was in.

I felt like panicking for a moment, but I didn't. I got my hands up against his chest and pushed firmly, trying to get a bit of space between us. Fortunately, he let me, and I eased back a little. Unfortunately, he only gave me so much room and no more, and although I wasn't squashed against him, the tips of my breasts were still brushing against his chest. I was ever so much aware about how my breasts were just touching his chest. Every breath he took caused his hairy chest to tease my nipples, keeping them in a state of arousal.

At least, he'd taken his hands off my behind. I could feel them moving between our bodies, and I assumed that he was making himself a little more comfortable. If he had an erection it must be painful, crushed inside tight shorts. I imagined that he was just adjusting its position, but even thinking of what he was doing made me blush and feel funny.

Little innocent me had no idea what he was really doing. I was still trying to create a little more space between us when I felt his hands on my hips, sliding under the waistband of my Daisy Dukes again. I thought he was going to start fondling my bottom again, and I was half right.

He apparently wanted to fondle my bottom after he'd pushed my shorts and panties out of the way. When I thought he was adjusting his own clothing he had really been undoing my button and zip and I'd had too many distractions to notice. Now his hands pushed down and my shorts were only too ready to go along with his wishes.

His hands were now really on a bare bottom, as now my bottom was actually bare, and he was pulling me closer again. That's when I found out I'd made another wrong assumption. He hadn't just been adjusting his short to cater for his blasted erection. He'd been dropping them. Now when I found myself plastered against him I could feel his erection pressing against my tummy.

I hastily slipped a hand down, inserting it between his erection and me. Brian just paused in his general touching of me to give me some advice.

"Not like that," he said. "Like this." 

His hand reached down and turned my hand around so that his erection was pressing against my palm. Brian closed my fingers over it and his own hand went back to where he was stroking my bottom. 

I'm sure you'll understand that I had to hang onto him. While I was holding him I knew just where his cock was, and that at least was a plus. It felt hot, and hard, and heavy, and anything that big could do damage if allowed to just swing loose. Far better for me to just hang on.

I was starting to think that the way Brian's chest kept brushing against my breasts was deliberate. As a matter of fact I was damned positive that it was, but how do you tell someone to stop doing something like that. I didn't even seem to be getting the message across that I would prefer to have my clothes on, thank you very much.

Speaking of keeping my clothes on, every time I twisted about I could feel my shorts slipping further down my legs, and I seemed to be doing a lot of squirming. After a while they were around my ankles and I had no choice but to kick one ankle free before they tripped me. Fancy finding myself falling with Brian there? He'd be sure to take some sort of unfair advantage.

I could trust Brian, though. He didn't need me to fall to take advantage. His hands went creeping down over my bottom, rubbing my cheeks quite firmly as they moved. I was considering them a minor problem. What could he do groping my bum? More than I knew, it turned out.

His hands just kept following the curves of my buttocks, and I slowly came to the conclusion that Brian had arms like a gorilla. They just kept on reaching down and around and my eyes were very wide when one settled on my mound. I hadn't dreamed he could reach that far. 

I managed to squawk a protest, telling him he was getting a damn sight too familiar, and he laughed. His hands centred themselves just under my buttocks, cupping them, and then he lifted. Just like that he picked me up, took a couple of steps and swung me around and down, laying me on the grass beside the beach.

With me flat on my back, Brian bent over me and his mouth captured a breast, sucking lightly on the nipple. At the same time his hand drifted over my body and settled on my mound, and there was no hesitation as he started to rub me there. I was so shocked that I very nearly let go of his cock, which I was still holding, just to keep it away from me, you understand.

With my free hand I tried to push Brian's head away from my breast. I had great success. It travelled all the way over to my other breast and he started working on my other nipple.

"Brian, enough," I wailed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He lifted his head and looked at me.

"I'm seducing you," he said calmly, "and you seem to be enjoying it."

"You're molesting me," I returned. "What makes you think I'm enjoying it?"

"I'd tell you, but it might embarrass you. Do you really want me to tell you?"

You know, suddenly I didn't want him to tell me. I mean, he might have misinterpreted a few things, like the fact that I'd kissed him back and the fact that I was still holding his cock. Little things like that. I was only trying to defend myself but I'll admit my actions could be misinterpreted. Watching him slowly rubbing my nipple I had to admit other body signals might be misinterpreted as well. Best to keep my mouth shut about those things.

"Um, I want you to stop," I told him, speaking firmly, which surprised me.

"Why?"

"Why?"

"Yes. Why do you want me to stop?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Obviously not to me or I wouldn't be asking."

"I just don't want you to seduce me."

"Why?"

"Because I don't!"

"Have you ever been seduced before?"

"No!" This was said with quite a bit of indignation.

"Well, how do you know you don't want me to seduce you? After all, you have to be seduced at some stage. Why not here and now?"

"Well for a start, we're in public. Anyone could see us."

I got a scornful look for that reply and almost squirmed in embarrassment. As far as I could tell we had been the only two people on the beach, and even if someone else was there now, we were safely hidden in the dunes and grass.

"But you don't even like me," I pointed out.

"If I didn't like you I wouldn't bother to tease you," he countered. "I'd just ignore you. You can't say I've ever ignored you, now can you. And I'm certainly not ignoring you now."

I almost screamed at that point because his hand was still playing with my pussy and he'd slipped a finger between my lips and pressed what proved to be a very sensitive spot.

"Just relax and see how things go," said Brian. "You have to have a first time some time. It's a nice day, you have the sun and the sea and the grass for a bed. Just go with the flow for a while. You can always call a halt later, you know."

Speaking softly and sounding, oh, so reasonable, I found I could almost believe him. But I wasn't completely naïve. He was a man and would say anything he thought appropriate to have sex, and he seemed pretty determined on having sex with me. If I didn't stop him now my chances of stopping him later were probably around zero or less. 

The problem was, I was excited. Brian liked my body, and he'd aroused me. And he was aroused, too. The evidence of that was held firmly in my hand. Truth be known, I was protesting because I was supposed to protest, not because I wanted him to stop. 

"If I say stop later, you'll stop?" I asked, knowing his answer and knowing it was probably a lie.

"Of course," he said, deflecting any more questions by leaning down and biting on a nipple. I allowed myself to be distracted.

I was right about one thing. I wasn't even going to get another chance at stopping him. Brian seemed satisfied that I was ready for him and he was moving my legs even further apart. He finally pulled his cock loose from my grasp, moving to kneel between my nicely spread legs.

Watching him positioning himself, it dawned on me that if I'd really wanted to stop him I'd blown my chance. Hanging onto him the way I'd been doing I could easily have massaged his cock until he came. Instead of that I'd just clung onto it, feeling it, just wanting to hold it. Too late now, of course. The thing was looking at me with evil intent.

Brian started slowly, rubbing his cock back and forth along my lips. I could see the head of it was glistening with moisture, and idly wondered if the dampness had come from me or was naturally his. Not that it made much difference.

He stopped the rubbing and started pressing. I found it hard to believe that I was lying there, watching Brian pushing his cock into me. I gasped as I felt it moving into me, watching in slight shock as I saw my lips close around him. Now I was getting really nervous.

I was a virgin and would remain one until that cock hit my hymen. Then it would be pop goes the cherry and goodbye virginity. And, I had a nasty suspicion, hullo pain. I looked up at Brian to find him watching me. He must have read the worry on my face.

"Not much we can do at this stage but hope for the best," he said quietly. "Bite on your hand. It might help."

I'd bite on his bloody hand if he was being patronising. He sounded sincere, so I didn't. I just gritted my teeth and waited and felt scared.

There was a feeling of pressure down there, and then something gave and it damn well did hurt, and I gave a sharp little cry.

"Damn you, Brian," I wailed. "That hurt."

"But it's done now," he said softly. "That's behind you. Relax and let's see how things go."

That was surprisingly easy to do. Pain is always forgotten as soon as it passes, and that one passed quite quickly. What wasn't passing was the feeling of his cock sliding along my passage. That was a feeling totally new in my experience. The point was, did I like that feeling or not?

I did, I decided. It was different and it was interesting and it was exciting. I could feel him stretching me, which felt strange, but didn't hurt. The actually rubbing of his cock against my passage was something else. That was drawing and holding my attention.

I gave a gasp when his groin bumped into me, letting me know that he was finally fully in me. I was surprised that I could actually take him so easily. Now I was lying there, feeling him fully in me. My eyes were wide, staring up at him.

He was smiling down at me.

"That better?" he asked, laughing when I nodded with enthusiasm. "Then let's see if we can improve on it."

With that he started moving his cock. He pulled it slowly back and pushed it in again, and all those lovely feeling came rushing over me again. And again, as he kept on doing it. 




Bad Boy



He was looking rather quizzically at me, the look suggesting that I was doing something wrong. I don't know what? I was lying there enjoying myself. What else was I supposed to do?

I felt like an idiot when he told me. Oh, yes, I was supposed to move with him. I knew that, but only in theory, I guess. Blushing, I started pushing up to meet him when he pushed into me.

Wow. It did make a difference, I found. I was no longer being taken but was part of the whole thing. 

From that point on things just kept on getting better. Brian just kept on driving into me, hard, and he was a strong and eager lover. It was made even better for me by me bucking up under him, moving eagerly to meet him. He seemed to be able to keep on going and going, and I wasn't objecting.

My emotions were going through the roof. All these wonderful feelings were piling up on me, each new thrust adding a bit to the pile, and all my nerves seemed to be twitching and asking for more and expecting it.

I have no idea how long we were at it, but I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it, and had no desire for it to finish. I sense when it was going to finish, though. I felt a change in the way Brian was taking me. All of a sudden he seemed to be making shorter strokes and they were coming a lot faster. 

I found myself gasping loudly, knowing something was happening, and I was desperate to find out what. It was a hell of a shock when I climaxed. The fires burning deep in me seemed to just explode, roaring through me, wiping away all my concerns and worries, just leaving me feeling wonderful.

As full awareness seeped back into me I lay there. Suddenly I was shocked at what had just taken place. I sat up abruptly, glaring at Brian.

"What did you do to me?" I demanded.

He looked startled for a moment, then grinned.

"Ah, let me tell you about the birds and the bees. You have a mummy bee and a daddy bird. . ."

That was as far as he got before I thumped him.

"You know what I mean. How could you do that?"

"Ah, with great skill and pleasure?"

I thumped him again.

"You know what I mean."

"Mmm. You know, I hope you're not going to beat me every time we finish making love. I'm going to be awfully battered by the end of the week if you are."

He planned a repeat? Multiple repeats from the sound of it. How did I feel about that? Excited and scared, I decided.

"What do you mean, every time? What makes you think I'll let you anywhere near me in future?"

"Um, the fact that I'm already near you and getting excited?"

What? I darted a glance downwards and, oh, my god, he was. Before I could say anything a large hand closed over my right breast, squeezing slightly and pushing me back down. 

"Ah, you can't do it again so soon," I told him. "Can you?"

"We're about to find out, aren't we," he said, and then he was kissing me.

OK. So I'd finish complaining after he'd finished making love to me. Might as well save it all up so I'll have something decent to complain about. A hand was already rubbing me in a very sensitive place and I was breathing hard. As I yielded to his administrations I couldn't help wondering. Would there be a third time?



Bad Boy



I met Jeff Andrews in college. Back then, I was still in the closet. He was a handsome, cocky frat boy, and I found that as long as I played straight enough, I got to hang out with him. Of course, I never tried anything on him, and even after college when we had kept our friendship up and I eventually came out to him, I was surprised that he was so accepting. But he really didn't care. Jeff was as straight as they come. He was a notorious playboy all throughout school and throughout the time after. The fact that his company took off so quickly and made him rich in his thirties didn't help his own narcissism and revolving door of girls and girlfriends. But despite his egotism, I always liked him: There was something charming about him that I wanted to be around but dared not go for. Our lasting friendship was sort of a long-term tease that would never result in anything, but I was okay with that. I just lived day by day, always aware that I was different from the people I was friends with, but trying not to let it make me feel like the outcast of the group. Of course, that's often more difficult than it sounds. 

When I was thirty-seven and Jeff had just hit forty, he finally settled down and got married. Again. This time, it was to Tiffany, an attractive twenty-five year old brunette. Tiffany was sort of like Jeff, only smarter. I could read girls better than any straight friend, and it was obvious the minute I met her that she was someone with goals in mind. She was flirtatious, feisty, and there was something a little dangerous in her eye. We quickly hit it off and bonded over movies and fashion, and one time she told me she trusted me more than any of Jeff's other friends. Jeff himself was ecstatic: He finally found his perfect trophy wife. His first wife, Miriam, was goal-minded, too, but a little less stealthy about it. She was boisterous and shrill and extremely arrogant. I had never liked her, but she and Jeff had a son who lived with him after the divorce. 

Kyle was eighteen, and I had known him since he was born. He had Miriam's baby face, which he tried to cover up with a lip ring and hoodie: It only drew attention to his pretty eyes and smooth skin. I had always thought he was a cute kid, and he was just reaching the age of becoming handsome. When Jeff and Tiffany got married, I wondered how Kyle would take it. While the three of them were together as a family, I hardly ever saw them talk or much less even look at each other. Maybe they figured he would be gone off to college soon, so it really didn't matter. Besides, despite the success of his company, Jeff really wasn't too bright. He either didn't notice, didn't care, or both. 

One time, Tiffany and I went out for lunch. We had been meaning to get together for some time, and she found a cute little Thai place downtown that I met her at. We hugged, and as we ate, I told her about my various dating and sex tragedies, how I liked fucking but was ready to fuck someone really special at this point. Good men are hard to find. She stopped eating and smiling and suddenly looked a little hesitant, like she was about to say something. I looked at her intently, waiting to hear it, and she leaned in a little, lowering her voice. "Do you like younger boys?" She asked. 

I laughed. "Younger, like thirty? Honey, when you're my age, anything under thirty-five is young." 

"Younger like eighteen?" She asked, with a twinkle in her eye I seemed to know well. 

I paused with a smile still lingering on my face. "That's pretty young for me." I said. "Maybe for a one-night-stand. But nothing serious." 

"This is pretty serious." She said. I blinked at her. My smile had almost faded off. 

"You know, since I got married to Jeff, I've told you about the sex that we've had. I've made it sound pretty good, but I'm a great storyteller. Really, it's kind of sub-par. I like Jeff and all," ("His money," I thought) "but Kyle-" 

"Kyle?!" I exclaimed. "Are you looking at Kyle?" 

"I've been looking at Kyle since before I got married." She said. "But you see - He's been a bad boy." I got a little tingle when she said those words. I sort of love hearing that phrase. "I tried just being friendly with him at first, but I knew he didn't trust me. He's sort of aloof, you know?" 

"I guess so." 

"And since I've been in the house, he acts like I'm nobody, when I'm his legal guardian! Do you know what it feels like to live in a house where the kid you're supposed to be in charge of thinks he's better than you?" 

"I'm sorry to hear that." I said slowly. 

"But I have a question to ask you - Do you like younger boys? Like, Kyle's age?" 

"I like looking at them." 

"Would you like to fuck for me?" She said in a low voice. A naughty little smile spread across her pretty face. It looked out of place in that cute little restaurant. I imagined she'd used it on Jeff plenty of times. 

"Tiffany!" I said, and laughed because it was the only reaction could make. 

"Brandon, at first I tried not to let it get to me. I tried being understanding. Now, I just look at him and I just want to- to- to nail him, you know? The little brat." 

"But Jeff's my friend!" 

"I have a way to keep you safe." She said. "He's going to college soon. Plus, he tries to be tough. He wouldn't tell a single soul if someone ever fuck him in the ass." Again, those harsh words sounded so weird coming from her. 

"Are you serious?" The whole thing seemed completely ludicrous to me. "And what would I do afterward? Just come over the next day for a barbeque with the family or something?" 

"You've told me you don't like it here." She said. "You've said that sometimes you just wish you could quit your job and just move to the other side of the country and get away from everything. Honey, I can help you with that." And then she got out a checkbook. "A little early birthday present from me, courtesy of Jeff Andrews." She smiled again and winked. 

That made me pause. "Let me think about it." I said quietly. 

"Sure!" She snapped back to her bubbly self. "Take all the time you need. Just give me a text when you're ready." 

We split the lunch and hugged before saying goodbye, and that night I sat on my couch with my phone in my hand. Another life if I fucked a cute little punk? When I was Kyle's age, I wanted to fuck so badly but was so scared of myself. Starting a life over again sounded better and better every passing second I thought about where my own life had led me. 

"Okay," mumbled, and I texted Tiffany without thinking twice. "I'm in." 

She told me to come by on a Saturday night, on a weekend I knew Jeff was out of town golfing with his buddies, who were basically like the frat boys we knew in school, just older and somehow even richer now. I parked my car in their driveway and walked up to the enormous house with nothing but my keys with me. Tiffany had told me I didn't need to bring anything. I told myself to not even think about it, just to do it. I knew Jeff, but he really never talked much about his son, and Kyle never talked to me, either, so he was sort of like a stranger, right? The most I knew about him was through Tiffany. 

The door was unlocked. "Come in!" came Tiffany's cheery and playful voice. 

I walked through the door and down the hall where she met me. She looked happy and energized and particularly lovely in her jeans and blouse. We hugged like we always do, and when she saw that I looked pretty nervous, she asked me if I wanted something to drink. "No, I'm fine," I said. 

"Well, I'll get you something anyway. You might just need it." She smiled and winked at me again. What a little tease. 

We went upstairs into Jeff's bedroom and she opened the door. "Shh," she whispered. "He's sleeping." 

And there was Kyle. He looked drugged to shit, his hair mussed up and his feet bare. His shirt was open, showing his pale chest with a light dusting of hair, and his jeans were undone and hanging around his slender hips. His wrists were tied around his knees as he lay on his side. Tiffany had really done a number on him. And I have to admit, just seeing that boy there was enough to get my dick's attention. 

She climbed onto the bed and crawled over to him, and I became strangely aware of her shapely ass and thighs. If I were straight, I'd probably love to bury myself between those legs. "Heyyy sleepy boyyy..." She cooed. "You've got a friend come to see youuu..." 

I saw him strain his neck to lift his head in my direction. His eyes looked kind of blurry. He hadn't met me many times in his life. He might have remembered me from somewhere, but being all drugged up, maybe he didn't. He made a tired groan like a sleepy teenager having to wake up for school. Tiffany started stroking his hair and his cheek. "Come on, say hi?" 

I didn't know if she was talking to him or me, but when she looked up at me, she cocked her head to the side, beckoning me over. I laughed nervously as I kicked off my shoes, my hard-on just coming to life. It was so scandalous I just didn't know what to think. "Your shirt" I heard her whisper with a strangely authoritative tone. I pulled it off over my head before timidly crawling on the bed toward them. It felt weird to be in Jeff's bed with his wife and his son. 

As I got closer, he tried to pull himself up, not realizing he was tied. Tiffany put her hand firmly on his chest. "No, no, no," she said, and she pushed him back down onto the bed. 

"You think you can do whatever you want, huh, you little punk?" Her voice never lost its sweetness, and for some reason being so close to them got me even harder. 

"You know what? You're gonna do somethin' you do wanna do, huh?" 

"What?" He asked breathily, still utterly confused. Poor kid. She put her finger to his lips. 

"You don't talk, boy." She said, suddenly harsh. "In fact-" 

She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out strip of cloth. I knew what was coming next. Before he had time to react, she had gagged him. "There," She said, brushing some unruly hair out of his beautiful eyes. "Perfect." 

There was a pause, and she continued in her chirpy voice, turning to me. "Isn't he cute?" She asked, smiling wickedly. 

I couldn't help it, I had to tell the truth. "Yeah." 

He did look adorable, cuter than I remember him, all tied up and gagged, eyes half-open. And just so - new. A virgin to gay sex. I had to touch that little body. I reached my hand out before withdrawing it, looking at Tiffany like I was looking for permission. She paused, "Go ahead!" she said, amazed I'd hesitated. 

I stroked his chest, which looked sort of meager until I felt the smooth muscle underneath his taught skin. God, how much I wanted to do this with the boys I went to high school with! He recoiled a little at my touch, though it was really soft, and so I moved to his arm, feeling the muscle and strong bone underneath it. It kind of made my breath quicken. His eyes got wider; he was starting to understand. 

Tiffany let out a girly giggle and stroked his cheek again. "Yeah, he's a cutie. But he's a bad boy-" (again, that phrase) "who needs a lesson." 

Before she got off the bed, she motioned for me to turn him over, so I took a deep breath (there was no turning back now) and got behind him, propping his hips up. Because of the way he was tied, his face was already pressed into the bed and his skinny ass was up in the air. It looked so inviting. "Turn his head toward the edge of the bed," she ordered. Without thinking, I did so. Clearly, when Tiffany wanted something, she got it. 

When I turned around, she had taken off her top and was wiggling out of her jeans. I thought I was supposed to be the one fucking him. She stripped totally naked in front of us, and Kyle turned his head away, not wanting to see what his dad was fucking, I suppose. But I couldn't stop admiring the soft curve of her hips and her breasts that swayed when she turned, and she barely seemed to notice them. She stooped down to pick something up, and when I saw what it was, I let out a little "Oh, my God." 

It was a dildo. She grabbed the kid underneath his chin and waived it in front of his face. "You know what this is?" She said in a demeaning sort of way. He didn't answer, so she answered for him. 

"It's a dildo, and you're gonna suck it like a good boy. How does that sound?" She strapped it onto herself with incredible ease. 

I heard him make a muffled sound, and she leaned in closer. "What's that?" She untied the gag. 

"Nuh-uh," was the response. I looked at her. That wasn't a good idea. 

"Oh really?!" she said. "Well, that's too bad, baby, because if you don't do it, we might just spank your naughty ass until you do. How does that sound, baby?" She looked at me. Her intense stare commended me without speaking. I had never done something like that before, just in play. 

"Go on, Brandon," she ordered. She looked like a different girl without all her smiling and giggling. 

I didn't think, I just grabbed the top of his jeans and pulled them down over his ass. They were undone already, and fell bunched at his knees. And there he was. I was overwhelmed at having his naked ass so close to me and I acted without thinking, rubbing my hands firmly over it and kissing it. He made another muffled noise when I did. 

"No," I heard her say. "Don't baby him. Show him who's boss." 

I got my hand ready and held it up. He was anticipating it and gave out a whimper before I even let me hand fall onto him. The slap rang out in the room. It scared both of us. 

"Again!" she said. "Harder! Make him feel it!" 

I put one hand on his lower back to steady him, and this time I put some force behind my hand. There was something strangely satisfying about punishing him. The next time I spanked him, I whispered, "Bad boy... Naughty boy..." His moans were becoming more pathetic sounding as the stinging began to set in, and he dug his face into the bed, embarrassed at his own weakness. Soon, his pale ass was pink and then red. The sensation of disciplining overwhelmed me, and after I was done, I pressed my hand onto his hot raw ass, liking the way he squirmed with discomfort at the burn. 

By now, Tiffany had strapped on the dildo and walked up to us, Kyle's face still buried in the mattress. "Here! Here!" she grabbed him by his ears and lifted his head up. "Suck it!" He struggled to turn his head away, but the kid was tied up - he didn't have a chance. I anchored both my hands on his sides, pinning him down. She held her grip on him and found a way to force it between his jaws. I felt his body heave under my hands as he gagged on the first thrust. She pulled back just enough before plowing in again. He coughed and made a gurgling sound and she pulled back again. 

"A little gentler," I said, "You don't want him to throw up." 

"Don't tell me what to do!" She snapped. When I looked at her face again, it was a picture of anger and concentration. Her eyes were fixed on her prey, her lips snarled and her face red. Tiffany gets what she wants or she gets it tenfold. But she didn't go in so deep the next time, and she actually started moving her hips in a rhythmic way as she got used to thrusting. 

She did this for a while, until I imagined his jaw was getting sore. I could see his face was flushed from exertion. But watching him take that big cock in his mouth was so enticing to me. I was ready to take him. When Tiffany's and my eyes met again, I said, "I want to now." 

"Go, then!" she asked, almost sarcastically, like a dare. Maybe she thought I wouldn't go through with it. 

"I will," I taunted back. She smiled and pulled out of his mouth. When she did, he coughed and cried a little, unable to hold back his tears. While he was sniffling, she grabbed the gag again, easily slipping it on him. He looked too exhausted to move, even if he hadn't been tied down the way he was. 

I looked around. "Do you have any lube?" I asked. I didn't want dry sex for either of us. 

She smiled, this time more mischievously. "Use your imagination." I got the picture. 

I spread his ass open and saw the most beautiful thing I'd seen in my life, and in spite of myself, I whispered what I would say if I was fucking any guy - "Oh - hello, baby." And I dug in, licking and sucking and get him as wet as I could. He clenched hard and made it a little difficult for me, but I was up for a challenge. I was starting to get bolder now, seeing Tiffany and how rough she was with him. 

I pulled back. "If you don't open up, you'll be sorry. I'll make your asshole hurt a lot." I didn't realize I was sounding so threatening, but I waited a bit while he made up his mind and the next time my tongue was there, he had relaxed much more. Still nervously twitching, but it was something I could work with, swirling my tongue around, getting plenty of saliva inside. 

When I felt I had done enough to give us both a smooth enough ride, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my knees, my purple hard-on popping up to look me in the face. I bent my head down to spit in my hands. 

"No," I heard Tiffany say. I had almost forgotten she was there. I looked up to see her get onto her knees in front of me. "No, baby..." She cooed, and took my cock in her hands. She engulfed it in her soft, warm mouth, lubricating me just as good as any man I've slept with. Yup, Jeff was a lucky guy, I guess. It didn't feel sexual, though. It was a friendship thing, an "I've-got-your-back" thing. While she bobbed her head up and down on me, we looked each other in the eye and I smiled at her. "Thanks." 

When she decided se had given me enough, I turned and got my grip on Kyle's ass again, forcing his back to arch up even higher toward me. In a last desperate attempt, he tried to wriggle out from underneath me. Tiffany wasn't having any of that. "Hey!" She yelled, and she grabbed the kid under his chin and brought her face as close as she could to his. Almost kissing distance. 

"You think you can squirm your way out now, do you? Remember who asked for this, Kyle. You try something like that again and I'll fuck you myself. Is that what you want?" She didn't even give him time to answer before she shoved his face back down onto the mattress. Then she let go and left the two of us on the bed. 

I lined myself up, and when the head of my dick touched his asshole, he cried out, trying to pull away. "No, no..." I said softly, like hushing a child. And I tried again. When he clenched up a second time, I got impatient fast. I put my arm around his waist and spanked him hard. "No!" I shouted. 

"Yeah..." I heard Tiffany say. She was seated like a cat in the armchair by the bed now, her dildo still strapped on, with its stark erection jutting out between her lean thighs. She was studying us intensely, watching the scene unfold in front of her like a director. This was her show; Kyle and I were just actors. 

I caught myself when I remembered I was being watched, and so decided to say nothing more, nosing my cock against him until I felt resistance. This was going to take some coaxing. I pushed in just little further, and he squirmed again and moaned. Really, he was just scared of the pain. I put my hands on his hips and leaned back, watching my dick inch its way in, stopping each time he tensed up again, waiting, and then continuing. Then I realized I could get the hard part done quickly, took a deep breath, and forced the rest of my length into him, until my pubes hit against his ass. He yelled when I did it, but then I leaned forward and let him feel my chest against his back, moving my hands from his hips and hugging him around his belly. There, he just cried quietly while we sat together, letting him get used to me in him. He was so tight it was almost overwhelming. 

When I felt he had had enough time, I pulled out as gently as I could. I went nice and slow. "Shh" I hushed, stroking his back. "You're doing such a good job taking that cock." He squirmed and twitched underneath me, whimpering the whole way through. It sounded so sweet. Every time I would push in to the hilt and stop for a second, I'd feel him shiver a little, and then whimper again when I moved. "What a good boy." 




Bad Boy



I heard Tiffany leave her perch. She unstrapped her dildo while she watched us fuck and, totally naked, slipped into bed with us, placing herself at the head of the bed and positioning her crotch under Kyle face. She spread her legs open, revealing her pussy, all wet and puffy and ready for sex. "Eat," she ordered him. Kyle kept his neck strained inches above her hot pussy, his eyes shut. His belly and arms were quivering with the strain of holding himself above her pussy. He was drooling around the gag and shook his head. 

"Eat!" She yelled, and she put her hand on the back of his head. But she didn't force his face down between her legs. She tangled her fingers in his hair, but she waited while I kept fucking, getting closer with each thrust to coming. My balls were weighty and hitting against his ass, like pounding on a door. 

I felt him give up, releasing the tension in all of his muscles. I looked up to see him collapse over Tiffany's pussy, letting his head fall between her thighs. She had him where she wanted him, and locked her shapely legs around his head, trapping him with his nose against her clit. She ground her hips savagely against his face, tugging his hair and cussing at him. "Oh, you bad boy, bad boy." God I love that phrase. 

I was close now, pumping desperately. Any second... Tiffany had put both hands on Kyle's head and started rolling her hips more rhythmically now. She was getting close, too. As a last thought, I reached around him and felt his dick hard in my hand from me having rubbed against his prostate. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself at his body's betrayal. Sometimes people don't even know what they want. I started jacking him, intent on having all three of us come on time. I pumped faster and deeper and Tiffany started moaning, desperately wanting it. It started boiling up in me, until I felt a release and slid into my orgasm, losing all other thought. Tiffany bucked her hips up and cried out and I felt it: Kyle cock's pulsing with jizz. We were all in this together. I rode it out as long as I could, unashamed of relishing in the feeling, all my pent-up emotions from high school, college completely gone. We were lovers now. 

And when the feeling slowly dwindled down, both of us (really, all three of us) just lay there for a minute, our breathing still heavy and uneven, until it became more calm, and we lay in silence, holding each other, basking in the afterglow. The sudden nurturing feeling that springs up post-sex came to life, and I leaned forward to kiss his raw and welted ass again, not as feverishly as before. Sweeter this time. I felt Tiffany scoot her lovely ass down on the bed and she took Kyle in her arms. His face was still red and slathered with come and tears. There were tears standing in his tired puppy dog eyes. She smiled at him and undid the gag: "It's okay, babyy..." she said in a kind voice. He dropped his head onto her breasts, sobbing. She put her arms around him in comforting way while he cried, shaking and heaving uncontrollably. And when he was done, there was a moment of calm while he made short little gasps and she stroked his cheek. It looked really beautiful, actually. It looked like young love. 

As he stopped sniffling, I got exhausted and leaned forward onto his back again. I almost wasn't expecting Tiffany to lean forward over Kyle and grab me under the chin and kiss me in a nice, almost romantic way. But it was a fitting end. She pulled her lips from mine, still holding my jaw. "The check is on the table," she whispered, "I love you." She gave me another devious little smile and winked at me. What a tease. 

I almost didn't want to take my hands off of Kyle, but it was time: After all, I should only be here for one thing. I let my hands slip off his back and gave him a friendly pat on the ass, feeling a little proud seeing my cum dripping down his balls and his own cum smeared on the sheets. The smell of sex was everywhere in that room. What a mess to clean up, I thought. But I think Tiffany was up for it. I silently pulled my clothes back on without looking at anyone and left, still a little shaky and wobbly down the stairs. I picked up the check that was folded neatly on the coffee table and left the house as though nothing had ever happened. I was resolute driving home not to unfold the check until I was seated on my couch at home again. When I did, I cried. 

Now I'm in a new city, and have things to be thankful for: It's a lot warmer here; I've got a good job; I've even got a little boyfriend. It feels good to fuck without worrying about what people outside the bedroom will think of you. I never talked to Jeff or Tiffany again, but I hope they're well. I still think about that night all the time, but like it happened to someone else, not me. I don't feel bad about anything I did, about fucking or about leaving. I still just live day by day, like I always have.