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By: Denham_Forrest



 Now I got this mate -- another writer -- who's into writing a lot of flash stories. So's I thinks to myself, "Yeah I'll have a go at writing a few!" Well I dreamt this tale up one night in bed and I had it figured that it would run to a couple of hundred words. Yeah well, it's a short, but it ran to over 4000! I don't think I'll be getting any stars for saying the most in the minimum quantity of words.

My thanks go to SH for her help with this little tale. 

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All things considered it had been a real good party actually. Not that I'd wanted to go because I hadn't been in the mood for enjoying myself for sometime by then. But seeing old friends and having the odd dance with a good looking woman can do wonders for your self-esteem; I'd kind of forgotten about that in the intervening year since I'd last attended one of the Mallory's shindigs.

Eventually eight months after the divorce was final some of my friends had persuaded me to turn up at one of their regular gatherings again. It felt a bit odd really, arriving without Tracy on my arm. But after I'd got past the "Hello stranger!" bit; I kinda settled into the swing of things, unless some unthinking bugger mentioned Tracy. Usually though, someone else would rapidly come up with another topic of conversation, so the ubiquitous pregnant pause wouldn't last for more than a few seconds anyway.

It wasn't like I missed Tracy's presence during the party itself -- unless as I said some bugger mentioned her name -- because when she was with me, she would usually have been off with her friends, dancing and gossiping, whilst I either got conned into Barbie duty or maybe I'd be chewing the cud with the guys, about last weekends game.

Well, I'd always assumed that Tracy was dancing and gossiping with the girls when she disappeared at those dos. I'd been your typical dumb blind husband until the day that Stephanie Mallory burnt her hand quite badly on the Barbie. John Mallory told me that I'd find their first aid kit in the spare back bedroom upstairs. At the time I'd thought that it was a stupid place to keep a first aid kit myself, but John explained to me later that it kept it out of the children's reach. Anyway I dashed up the stairs and rushed into John and Stephanie's spare bedroom to find that it wasn't as unoccupied as it should have been.

My Tracy, and Phillip Turner were in the process of giving the bedsprings a bloody good energetic work out.

Yeah well, John Mallory took it quite well really. Although he was really annoyed about having to have his pool drained, so that they could ensure they'd found all the pieces of broken glass. Although I'll give you, he did refuse to let me pay for the window that Phil Turner made his escape through. You know, I do believe that John made Phil Turner pay for the thing. I'm sure someone told me that.

Yeah well, Phil Turner didn't stop to open the latch did he? Or, to put his clothes on after he'd climbed out of John's pool, before legging it from the garden.

Indecent exposure the police charged him with, after several of the ladies present made formal written complaints.

I do believe that nearly everyone took my side, and I sometimes wonder how bad Stephanie's burn really was? And maybe, exactly how long that first aid kit had been living in the Mallory's spare bedroom? Still these, along with the uncertainty of exactly how long Tracy and Turner had been getting it on behind my back? Are questions that I will never learn the answers too.

The divorce didn't take all that long really. Yeah Tracy came up with all the "It was the first time and a big mistake that I will regret for the rest of my life" arguments. But that didn't stop her shacking up with Turner before our divorce was even final.

Yeah well, Joan Turner weren't going to stand for that kind of behaviour anymore than I was. She threw Phil out on his ear the following morning. With the assistance of some of the guys from our crowd, so I'm told.

I wasn't asked to assist that morning, because at the time there was some conjecture about whether Turner had jumped thought that window, or ... well okay, whether I'd thrown him through the bloody thing.

Shit, I really didn't realise that the pool was almost directly bellow that window; I'd never been in that bedroom before.

Anyway, I sort of withdrew into myself for a few months after that night. I probably kept myself to myself out of embarrassment, more than anything else. Shit, pissed-off with the bitch I might be, but I have to admit that Tracy was ... and still is, one of the best looking women in our circle of friends. Only from what I gather, she is no longer a member of our circle of friends and neither is Phil Turner.

Maybe, I didn't feel quite so bad, when I heard that Tracy and Turner had split up again within months. At first I figured that Tracy discovered that a roll in the hay with Turner, was more fun than living with the arsehole. But the word is, that Tracy found Turner knocking off the daughter of the people who lived in the flat below the one they were sharing.

I'm not quite sure where Tracy is living now, but I know where Phil Turner is now residing. That girl from the flat below, turned out to be a fourteen-year-old who could easily be mistaken for a young lady a good few years older. Hey, that's life for the unwary philanderer nowadays.

Still, I didn't intend to tell you about all that. I was trying to explain why I hadn't attended any of those parties for some considerable period of time, and how come, I finished up in the predicament I found myself in that night.

Most everyone at the party had tried to make me feel at home, even if I really was wishing that I were somewhere else. John and Stephanie had invited a few more single women than usual. I do believe with the intention that I might hit it off with one of them. There were a couple who I could have been attracted to, but I'm afraid that my confidence in women -- and myself -- had taken a bit of a hit at that time.

Even women I'd have flirted with -- in a friendly way -- in the past -- you know, wives of friends who I had a particularly good rapport with -- I tried to stay at arms length from. Christ, I was a single man again by then, and I wouldn't like a mate to get the idea that I actually might do a "Phil Turner" on him. Shit, let's not go there!

Consequently what dancing I did that evening, was with the unattached females. Including Stephanie's mother, and her divorced sister Marie.

Marie had been around for sometime by then. She'd moved to town with her two little ones after she'd divorced her husband. I've no idea why, I had never thought to ask her about her divorce or her move back to town. Anyway, at every gathering that we'd both attended, Marie had always come to hunt me out for at least one dance.

Actually she was a fun person, who had a whole string of admirers following her around with their tongues hanging out. Marie told me she enjoyed dancing with me because she never had to ... well, keep control of the situation.

"That's the biggest problem I've had since my divorce." She'd said with a smile one evening. "Some guys think that because I'm a divorcée, then I have to be missing it! And therefore I must be an easy lay."

"Umm." Had been the extent of my reply.

"I'm not Harry. I'm looking for a man who will cherish my two girls and me. Someone who is handsome and reliable, like you!" She'd gone on.

I kinda figured that the drink had got to Marie that particular evening. Hey, I had actually warned her that she should lay off the juice a little, or some bugger might get her drunk one night and ... well, take advantage of her.

"It would take a special man to drink me under the table Harry!"

"Marie, there're such things as date rape drugs nowadays you know?"

"Might not be so bad if it was the right bloke, but I couldn't be that lucky." She'd grinned back at me.

I can't remember where the conversation went after that. Most likely Tracy turned up to claim me. There was always something strange about the way Tracy would appear as if out of the woodwork, whenever Marie and I started dancing together or talking.

Anyway Marie, did find me that evening and she actually introduced me to her and Stephanie's mother. I thought that a little odd at the time because ... well the old lady was kinda out of place amongst our age group, and previously she had always watched over the children, even John and Stephanie's, who would be farmed out to her house on party nights.

That particular evening the old lady seemed to be everywhere that I was and I finished up dancing with her two or three times. Another odd thing that evening, was that whenever I did dance with the old girl -- to be polite -- Marie would turn up and come to my rescue.

And yet another odd thing was that both Stephanie and Marie kept on pumping me --somewhat nervously -- about what the old girl and I had been discussing. I told them that it was nothing important because mostly the old girl had been asking about my life and me. Well, up until Tracy had come into the picture anyway. She appeared to understand that Tracy was a part of my life that I no longer wanted to remember. Mind you, she also told me that Marie's ex-husband had been a real ... Well she didn't call him an arsehole, but that's what she inferred. I kinda had it figured that the old girl might be getting a little senile or something, or maybe -- heaven forbid -- randy in her old age. Hey no, I ain't the type to go after old ladies, although I must say, she does wear her years well.

I supposed about half twelve was the earliest that I could get away with slipping out of the party. Any earlier and the Mallory's would have thought that I was being a party-pooper. But I had showed up and circulated and that was what they'd been bugging me to do.

Really I had to admit that it was a mistake to have taken my car that evening. But in the past either Tracy or I would have been the designated driver and laid off the alcohol. As it was, I'd gone easy but I was surely well over the legal limit to drive. Better judgement would have been to leave the car and take a taxi, but my judgement hadn't been too good for sometime by then. Well, I'd married Tracy hadn't I?

Maybe I should have spotted that something was wrong, when the interior light didn't come on when I opened the car door. But as the thing had played up in the past, I just ignored it with a curse or two.

I chose the back roads as my route on the five-mile journey home and drove very carefully, for obvious reasons. I was far less likely to run across a bored policeman on those dark country lanes.

Really I wasn't far short of arriving at my house when I became aware that I wasn't alone in the car. I either heard a low moan or a movement of some kind in the back of the car caught my attention; frightening the life out of me.

Because I could see nothing back there in the rear-view mirror, I gently pulled to the side of the road. Then dived out of the car a quickly as I could. Okay an extreme reaction you might think, but what with all the muggings and car hijackings you hear about in this day and age, I thought it a prudent measure.

Seeing no movement and nothing untoward from my position, sitting in the road, I regained my feet and peered into the darkness of the rear of the car. With no moon that night or interior or streetlights, I could see sweet FA back there.

Feeling a complete prune I climbed back in the car, after quickly glancing around to see if anyone had witnessed my idiotic behaviour. Mind I still wasn't completely convinced that I hadn't heard something back there.

So -- the courtesy light still not playing ball, after I'd fiddled with the bleeding thing -- I retrieved the emergency torch I keep in there, from the glove box, and cautiously turned around in my seat to inspect the rear of the vehicle. And boy, did I get a bloody shock!

The torches beam first fell upon a pair of naked feet then naked legs, then I slowly moved it along the extremely shapely (naked) torso attached to them, until it finally fell upon Marie's enchanting -- if unconscious -- face.

Once I'd recovered from the initial shock of finding her there, my mind went into overdrive. I called her name and then reached back to shake her; but Marie was out cold.

For a few moments my mind was in turmoil, until I realised what must have happened. Marie must have eventually fallen foul of some twisted individuals evil plan.

"How many times had I warned her that it might happen?" I asked myself. I really couldn't remember; but it looked to me like my prediction had finally been proved correct!

Correct I might have been, but in fact I was left with almighty big problem.

The first thing I should have done, was have called the police and an ambulance. But if I did that ... well, no matter in which order I did them, I was going to end up being breathalysed and certainly banned from driving for a while. That, I couldn't afford to have happen!

I'd probably end up being blamed for assaulting and most probably, raping Marie as well. Christ she was inside my car that had been locked when I parked it, how would I be able to explain that way?

If I'd spotted her before I'd got in the bloody thing, well that I might have been able to get away with. But I was four miles from the Mallory's place on a quiet back lane in the middle of bloody nowhere, and not on a logical route from the Mallory's to my house. Unless you're intentionally attempting to avoid being seen.

I couldn't even risk driving back to the Mallory's house, because ... well, how was I going to explain that Stephanie's sister was lying across the back seat of my car stark naked, and had been for some time, by then.

"Shit, where were her clothes anyway?" I asked myself looking around the car in panic.

Actually my options were extremely limited. On reflection, I realised that all I could do was drive home slowly and carefully and put Marie to bed there until she recovered. Then hopefully, she'd remember who she'd been drinking with just before she passed out. If she didn't, then I'd have to try to convince her that I'd had nothing to do with the condition she would find herself in, and that I'd just found her "naked" in the back my car.

Yeah well, it was the best plan I could come up with at the time!

Marie let out a couple of moans as I extracted her from the rear seat and carried her into the house. Unconscious or not, she made things a little easier by wrapping her arms around my neck and loosely holding on as I lifted her. I assumed that must have been some kind of reflex action or something.

I had to place her on my own bed -- the only one made up -- and then covered her nakedness with the duvet. But not without wondering how she'd kept her figure so well, and after carrying her twins as well.

I will admit that I was kinda tempted to take yet another look, after I'd switched on the light in the room. But thankfully my manners prevailed in that respect.

It was as I was sneaking out of the bedroom, that Marie started to cough and almost choke. I realised that this was because she was lying on her back.

"Shit!" I thought, "If she's sick and chokes during the night. I'm going to be in even deeper trouble than I am now."

Returning to the bed, I carefully manoeuvred her into the recovery position, then covered her with the duvet again.

But before I got to the door the second time, Marie groaned and rolled onto her back yet again.

Three times I went through that rigmarole, before I realised that I was trapped in that bloody bedroom with her, until she recovered consciousness. I had really no choice, but to climb onto the bed beside her -- on top of the duvet by the way -- and wait until she woke-up.

Sometime during the night sleep obviously got the better of me and I must have drifted off myself.

Then quite suddenly I realised that I was being I awoken in a manner that I had become very "unaccustomed" to, since my divorce. Yeah well, there was no mistaking the fact a little mate of mine, was getting somewhat excited about being in a rather wet and warm place.

I opened my eyes with a start, to see Marie -- still naked -- kneeling over me with her head rising and falling.

"Er Marie." Was just about the only thing I could think of to say.

Yeah all right. If I'm being honest, I might have said, "Aaaaaah! Marie!!!!!"

She twisted her head and looked at me, with smiling eyes. Well, she couldn't smile with her mouth could she?

Anyway, although I did try to bring the encounter to an early end, I have to admit that I didn't try very hard. There are times when a man just knows that he really shouldn't interrupt a lady when she's at her labours.

Ah yeah, another thing, at the time I never thought to question exactly how and when my trousers and underpants had disappeared. I kinda had other things on my mind, or rather my mind was completely blank for a while. The little smiles that Marie kept throwing my way telling me, that she was in the driving seat for the time being at least.

Marie didn't bring me too completion; quite suddenly she stopped her labours, sat up and then swung her leg over me and impaled herself. Then she began to move herself in little circles interspersed with gentle little up and down motions.

"Can't have you having all the fun to yourself Harry. I thought you'd never get around to making a move. How many times did we do it last night, anyway?"

"We didn't Marie. On my way home, I found you unconscious and naked on the back seat of my car." I informed her.

"Oh yeah, and I'm going to believe that?" Marie said stopping all movement for a few seconds. But then she smiled and began moving again, but a little more subtly.

"It's the truth Marie. I've warned you to watch who kept you supplied with drinks at those parties before."

"And I somehow miraculously flew from the back of your car, into your bed?"

"No, I carried you in here! What was I supposed to do, leave you out there to freeze? Besides what would the neighbours say if you'd woken up this morning and started strolling around my garden naked, in a drunken haze?"

"Hmm, so what you are saying is, that I should stop what I'm doing now, at this minute, and go have a shower."

"Hey now Marie. let's not go doing anything hasty here; did I say anything of the kind. I'm just trying to explain that I would not have taken advantage of you like I fear that some bugger did last night."

"No I kinda figured you wouldn't. So we know now how I came to be in your bed, even if we're not so sure about how come, you ended up in here with me. What now? Does one of us get out or...?"

"Or, I think, Marie."

"Goody! Lets get back to the important stuff then, I've been going without a damned sight longer than you have!" She grinned at me, before leaning down and clamping her lips onto mine.

Things kinda took on a life of their own after that, and it was well gone two in the afternoon, before we finally made it into the shower, together.

"No, I don't think he has a clue! Christ the trouble I had not giggling last night." -- "Oh great, and a real gentleman. I knew I was right about Harry right from the beginning; he never tried to lay a hand on me, except to carry me into the house." -- "Christ Steph, I had to ... well I found a way to get him going this morning." -- "Yeah, he can't wait to meet the twins. Honestly sis, I told you he's going to make the perfect husband and father for my girls" -- "Does that matter, I love him and I'm sure that I'll have him loving me before very much longer. In the meantime, I don't think Harry's going to run away in a hurry."

Whilst I made some coffee, Marie had used the telephone in the lounge to call her sister. An I discovered that I could hear -- through the serving hatch -- every word she said as Marie explain where she'd disappeared to the previous evening.


Attention



Just want to start off by saying that I have no idea if the colleges/universities I mentioned offer the degrees/scholarships described. And as always: please don't forget to rate, comment, and/or send me feedback, t'is greatly appreciated :D

~ExR


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At age 4, Trevor's parents had another baby to "save their marriage". Bad thing is: it worked.

His parents' attention and love was all to his baby brother, Dillon.

They went to Dillon's soccer games and forgot Trevor's play.

They went to Dillon's science fair and forgot Trevor's basketball games.

They went to Dillon's lacrosse games and forgot his talent show performances.

Trevor got exceptional grades, graduated with high honors, got into NYU with a full drama scholarship. And he graduated with a bachelors in theater production and got a job at the Wilbur Theater in Boston, his hometown.

But did his parents spend more than 2 minutes acknowledging him and his accomplishments? No. Because all of their attention and praise went to Dillon.

Nothing he did could ever hold a light to anything Dillon did. And it took a tole on Trevor.

He was always eager to impress his parents, but each time he felt he had accomplished something he believed to be important his parents didn't care.

He never stopped trying, and it was beneficial. He always pushed himself to be better, and he ended up making an excellent life for himself.

However, it also effected his love life. Trevor was never able to have a stable relationship.

In high school he found that he was attracted to men. And he knew he'd have to keep that from his parents because they had made their views on gays clear: "That's disgusting." Is what he'd heard them say often while watching a news stories on gays, etc.

He was always very closeted and only had one nights stands with very few men. It wasn't how he wanted to have companionship, but it was all he was comfortable with.

He had plenty of offers for relationships though. Trevor was a great looking man. A tall lean man, standing at 6'3 with creamy white skin and lovely brown curls framing his face. But no matter how many offers he got or accepted the result was the same in the end: he'd end up alone.

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Trevor loved his beloved city of Boston and he decided to reside there. He moved out of his parents' officially and got an apartment in the North End 2 years ago, but he still went over to Charlestown for most holidays to visit his parents and brother.

His parents were having a Christmas party and of course Trevor went. He didn't know why though, its not like his mom and dad would speak highly of him. But to be nice, he'd make his appearance and probably get smashed by the end of the night. Hell, he was 22, and he was gonna try to have the best time he could!

When he walked into the old, big house he grew up in he was greeted by his mother. She asked how he was and what he was up to. "I'm good mom. Happy and healthy. Oh and I'm gonna be working at the Wilbur when Wicked comes to town."

"That's wonderful honey, did you hear that Dillon is graduating with honors? I'm so proud of that boy! Aren't you?"

"Yeah mom. We had this talk on the phone a few nights ago." Trevor groaned, fully annoyed already. 

"Oh, look who it is! Hello Jeffrey, glad you were able to make it!" She exclaimed happily, towards a young man who had just came in the house, and totally ignoring her son.

He was taller than Trevor by a few inches at 6'5, and the best way to describe him was tall, dark, and handsome. Jeffrey was all muscle, no fat, skin was a luscious light brown, and had Trevor's mouth watering.

"Glad to be here, Mrs. Platt." His low voice was as smooth as butter, and caressed Trevor's like a siren's song.

"Please, call me Linda. And this is my eldest son, Trevor."

"Nice to meet you Trevor, I'm Jeffrey." And he held out his hand to Trevor.

He took the hand in his and replied, "The pleasure is all mine." Trevor smiled.

Jeff smiled back at him and Trevor swore he could see a little something more in that dazzling smile. But he dismissed it, taking his hand back and looking down at his converse sneakers.

"I'm gonna go outside and get some fresh air." Trevor said quickly, making his escape out the front door.

As soon as he got outside he lit up a cig and sat on the porch steps, stuck in his thoughts. Remembering the past years of how every achievement he made was shot down with one of Dillon's.

'Dillon,' he thought, 'He has all their fuckin' attention... And what do I get?! Shit! Just once I'd love to hear them brag about something I've accomplished to their friends! Just fucking once!'

"Gah!" He shouted out loud, enraged by his thoughts.

Trevor puffed on his cigarette angrily, trying to calm down before going back inside.

"Dillon.." He thought once more. This time thinking about how he has grown up so fast, transforming into a fine young man.

He was a bit shorter than Trevor, standing at only 5'8, but he still had plenty of time to grow since he was only eighteen.

His eyes were golden honey and his rich brown hair was straighter than Trevor's and only slightly curled at the tips, which Trevor found so cute.

Dillon's skin was also paler than his older brother's but none the less creamy and soft. His legs and arms were defined with a little muscle, since he stayed active by playing many sports.

His lips were cute too. Full and looked soft. For a fleeting moment Trevor wondered what it would be like to kiss those very lips. He shook his head, shaking the idea out if his his as well.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure come out the house and step over to the other side of the porch. The person was on the phone, and acting suspiciously, as if they didn't want to be seen or heard.

The phone was on speaker and a man's voice was coming through the line. The person on the porch spoke up and Trevor knew that voice anywhere, it was his younger brother Dillon.

"I know babe, but I can't come see you tonight... I'm stuck at a party with my family." He heard Dillon whisper huskily to the man on the other end of the call.

"I can drive over and pick you up, and we can have a nice night in the backseat of my car." The man said.

"No babe," Dillon replied, "I just can't break away tonight, everyone would notice... I told you I probably won't be able to come see you until next week."

"Alright baby, I'll talk to you later. Love you, g'night."

"Love you too, g'night."

As the phone call ended Dillon turned to see his big brother leaning up against the banister watching him.

"Oh hey Trev, didn't hear you come out... How long were you there?"

"Long enough to hear that you've got a horny male admirer."

"He was-"

"Save it kid, I'm gay too. Don't worry about it. And I won't tell ma or dad, we wouldn't want the perfect son having a flaw, would we?" Trevor teased, but with a hint of seriousness in his voice.

"Oh shut up... I'm not perfect."

"Well in their eyes you most certainly are. I can't compare to your greatness, Dillon. You can do no wrong and I can do no right in their eyes." Trevor admitted painfully.

"I'm sorry Trevor."

"Fuck it... It isn't your fault, you've always been there with some praise, and for that, I thank you." Trevor smiled while pulling his brother into a hug.

"You're welcome. Getting all the attention isn't a good thing though. I can't get way with anything." Dillon scoffed.

Trevor gave a short laugh and clapped his brother on the back. "We better get back inside."

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It was about 11:30 pm when Trevor found himself sitting in a chair in the hallway, watching people he didn't know walk past chatting with each other, and having a great time; unlike the one he was having.

He'd formed a slight buzz from the beers he'd been nursing earlier and decided that it was good enough, he didn't wanna get any drunker.

He looked up from the hardwood floor and saw Jeffrey staring at him from down the hall. He walked over to Trevor and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"I'm parked around the corner if you go somewhere to get better acquainted." Jeff's voice was husky and low and sent signals straight to Trevor's cock.

"I would love that." He replied back, thinking that it had been a while since the last time he'd gotten laid.

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"You like this cock boy? Mmm yeah, you love this cock." Jeffrey rasped from behind Trevor. They were down the street in Jeff's escalade, they were in the back getting very "acquainted". 

Trevor was on his hands and knees while Jeff kneeled behind him, fucking him hard and fast.

Jeff had one hand gripping a handful of Trevor's locks, pulling and tugging as he thrust into his sweet tight ass that he had given a sloppy rim job to minutes ago.

Jeff's other hand was spanking one of Trevor's quivering ass cheeks. It was warm and turning red rapidly, and each slap delivered a slight sting that Trevor couldn't get enough of.

Jeff's big black cock filled him to max, stretching him and thrusting into him, sending him into a painful bliss.

"Tell me how much you love this cock, boy!" Jeff's powerful voice dominated Trevor as much as his powerful body did.

"I love your cock so much," he moaned, breathless. "Fuck me with that glorious cock!" Jeff thrust harder in and out of his twitching hole. "Yes, aw fuck! Right there Jeff!"

Jeff stopped his continuous spanking and reached around to pump Trevor's dick to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Trevor could feel his balls tighten and rise as the heat spread through his body. "Fuuuuuck." He groaned through clenched teeth as his orgasm hit.

His spasming tight hole gripped Jeff's cock like a vice and it sent him right into his climax. "Fuck boy, ohhhh fuck." He groaned, spewing his seed into a rubber.

Trevor collapsed against the leather seat and tried to catch his breath. Jeff pulled out of him slowly and patted his ass gently. "That's one nice ass, boy."

"Thanks. That's an amazing cock." Trevor blushed, and immediately found his clothes and got dressed. "Thanks again Jeff, it was great." He got out of the massive car and walked back to his parents house while fixing his hair and straightening his clothes. 

When he got onto the front porch, the last of the guests were leaving. He planned on going straight to his old room and right to sleep, but as soon as he stepped into the house he was spotted by his mother.

"Oh there you are Trevor, where have you been?"

"I went out for a little walk and saw Jeff on his way out, so we stopped and talked a little." He lied off the top of his head. Sounded decent enough for his mother to buy.

"Oh how nice. I'm glad you're deciding to make friends dear."

Trevor decided to just let that comment go. He was always a loner. "Do you need help with anything mom?"

"No, thank you. Are you staying here tonight, I don't want you to walk all the way home at this hour."

"Yeah, I'm staying here. I'll go home tomorrow morning though, I have a few things to take care of but I'll be back in time for Christmas dinner."

"Alright sweetie. Good night."

"Night ma."

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The next night Trevor is at the dinner table with his younger brother and parents.

His mother couldn't stop talking about Dillon graduating high school with honors and getting a full lacrosse scholarship to BC.

"Aren't you just so proud of your little brother Trevor?" Mrs. Platt queried.

Trevor looks to Dillon, pushing aside his annoyance, and smiles and says "Yes, very much."

Dillon smiles back at him, mouthing 'I'm sorry' to him. Trevor shook his head as if to say 'don't worry about it'.

Their mother goes right back into talking about Dillon, and this time their father joins in.

"Why didn't you do any sports son?" Mr. Platt asked.

Trevor grits his teeth, "I played basketball for three years in high school." He said as calmly as he could.

But they barely noticed his answer and began talking about Dillon and how he played a variety of sports.

"You need more variety in your life, Trevor. Once you have variety, then will come the much needed creativity."

Trevor put down his fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin as all the bottled up anger towards his parents bubbled to the surface, making the steam escape all at once.

"Ya know if the both of you weren't so caught up on 'Dillon this' and 'Dillon that' you'd know that I was an excellent basketball player, dad! That I'm a brilliant actor! That I got great grades, and, I too, graduated high school with honors! Don't you remember that I got a full drama scholarship to NYU?!? I have a theater production career! I work at the Wilbur Theater for christ's sake!! Tell me how that isn't fuckin' creative mom!!" Tears fell down his cheeks.

"But did you know any of that!? Fuck no! It's always about Dillon. Dillon! DILLON! Fuck you guys! Nothing! Nothing I do is good enough for you to take your eyes off of Him for 5 seconds to fucking listen to me! Look at me! Acknowledge me! Praise me!" Trevor's voice wavered, "Love me." He whispered, but it was loud enough for everyone at the table to hear.

A deafening silence filled the room. His parents didn't know what to say, trevor had never once yelled at them with such painful anger before. Dillon sat looking at his brother. His face was red and he was taking deep breaths. But he didn't know if Trevor was trying not to cry, or go off on an angry rant.

Mrs. Platt was trying to find the right words to say, but she had none. 'Is it true?' She thought, 'It is true.' She concluded with a mental sigh. She'd done him wrong so many years without even realizing it. How terrible, how rude, how disgusting, how... Unmotherly.

Trevor stood, panting with excess anger. "I'm leaving. This has been the best fucking Christmas yet!" He said with his voice dripping of malice and sarcasm.

He got his hat and coat and stormed out of the house settling on walking home to cool off in the crisp winter air.

Around the corner from his apartment he spotted his friend Christian. Christian Sanchez was big in the marijuana biz. Well, Trevor was feeling just crappy enough to need some of good ol' Christian's assistance.

He approached the burly man, pulling out his wallet. "I was wondering if you had bud tonight my friend?"

"Always amigo! How much you need?"

"A dime of hydro should do the trick."

"Aye, just a dime?"

"Yeah, I'm a lightweight."

"Well, a dime it is mi amigo, ten bucks."

They exchanged items and Trevor went up to his apartment, ready to smoke away his frustrations.

After taking off his winter-wear, he went to his room and retrieved his pipe, grinder, and lighter.

He emptied the pot from the small baggie into his grinder and proceeded to grind it up while playing the messages back on his answering machine. There were only two and both were from his mother giving some apologies, that he really wasn't ready to hear.

Trevor erased them and packed his bowl, sparking it up then taking hit after hit, after hit until the bowl was kicked.

He threw out the ash and put everything away before sitting back down on the couch in the living room, starting to feel the herb working its magic.

He laid back on the couch and soaked in his high. "Thanks Chris." He murmured before falling asleep.

A few hours later he awoke to a pounding on the door. He finally got up and looked at the time, "3am? You've gotta be kidding me." He mumbled sleepily, also realizing that his high was gone too.

He opened his door to see Dillon standing out in the hallway. Trevor could help but to think how breath-taking he looked in that very moment.

A few locks of hair were peaking out from underneath his hat. His lips and cheeks were red, undoubtedly bitten by the harsh winter air. 'He must've walked' Trevor thought stepping aside to let his brother in.

"What are you doing here? Its 3am for crying out loud." Trevor asked while closing and bolting the door.

"I know, I just needed to talk to you."

"Okay, and by the way, I'm sorry for blowing up like that at dinner, I wasn't angry with you, just our stupid parents."

"Trevor, you've always had my attention. You're my big brother and I've always noticed you. I always wanted to be just like you. I never understood why mom and dad could never see you. You're amazing and pretty hard to miss. You're smart, funny, talented, creative, kind, and beautiful."

Trevor stared at his younger brother intently, did he just call him beautiful? "What was the last thing you said?"

"Beautiful." Dillon said softly, and looked away from his brother, blushing.

Trevor put his finger underneath Dillon's chin and and made their eyes meet. "That's okay Dillon, I think you're beautiful too."

"Fuck mom. Fuck dad. I hate them too. I love y-"

Dillon was cut off by his brother's lips colliding into his for an exploding kiss.

Dillon immediately kissed back. Their hand ran all over each other's bodies as the kiss got deeper and more passionate.

Trevor pulled back for air and looked down at his brother, "You okay with this, Dillon?"

"Yeah, you?"

Trevor answered by crashing his lips into his younger brother's once again.

Dillon started pawing at Trevor's shirt, so they pulled apart again to strip themselves of their shirts.

Dillon rubbed his hand from Trevor's flat stomach to his small nipples that were already pert with anticipation. His mouth descended on one nipple, sucking and biting, doing all he could to make lovely moans come from Trevor.

He alternated between nipples then travelled upward to his brother's neck, leaving his love bite behind at the crook where his neck and shoulder met.

Finally he came back to Trevor's lips, opening his mouth to attack Trevor's with his agile tongue. Their tongues wrestled until Trevor broke the kiss and stood, pulling Dillon up with him.

He led them to his room where he laid Dillon on the bed so he could straddle his hips.

Trevor wove his hands in Dillon's hair, while doing some exploring of his younger brother's body with his mouth. He quickly found his nipples and performed his own blitz on them.

They took off the rest of there clothes and laid on their sides facing each other.

"You've grown into a striking young man, Dillon. I can't believe my eyes."

Dillon leaned in and kissed Trevor gently. "I want you to make love to me."

Trevor's hand traveled down his younger brother's stomach and to his cock.

Dillon gasped at the sudden pressure on his cock. Trevor stroked the length slowly, getting it to stand at attention.

Once Dillon was hard, Trevor leaned over him to grab a tube of lube. He squirted some into his hand and rubbed a lubed finger into his brother's anus.

Again, Dillon gasped then moaned. "More." He whispered.

Trevor inserted another finger, this time scissoring them and trying to find Dillon's prostate. He found the sensitive nub and rubbed it, making him moan and writhe.

Trevor put in another finger and continued to open up Dillon whilst prodding at his prostate.

"Oh Trevor I need you, now. Put it in."

Trevor lined his bare 6 inch cock up with Dillon's eager hole and pushed in slowly until he was all the way in.

'So warm... So tight and soft, like velvet.' Trevor thought to himself. It was his first time being a top, and he knew why everyone loved being one.

Dillon squirmed below him, begging him to move. Trevor complied with light thrusts of his hips.

"Ohhhhh Trevor."

Trevor adjusted his angle to upwards and Dillon screamed out, pleasure coursing through him.

"What's wrong, did I hurt you?" Trevor seized his movement, looking down at his brother with concern.

"Exact opposite. Do it again, hit that spot again." Dillon moan, enraptured.

Realization dawned on Trevor, he'd hit Dillon's prostate. He started moving his hips back and forth again, in the same angle. He wanted to give Dillon pleasure like he'd never felt before.




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Dillon felt Trevor's dick glide right over his hidden nub of pleasure, creating delicious friction.

"More. I need more!" Dillon groaned, wishing Trevor would go harder and faster.

Trevor complied with Dillon's request but quickly found out that he was getting closer to the edge.

"I can't hold out much longer baby." He panted.

Dillon reached down and began stroking himself madly. "Cum, cum with me Trev."

Trevor moaned, humping into Dillon roughly a few more times before spewing his load into Dillon's tightening anus.

Dillon jacked himself until his cum covered his hand and lower abdomen. He felt Trevor's release shooting into him, which caused him to elicit another soft moan as he glowed in the warmth of his post orgasmic bliss.

Trevor nuzzled his face into his younger brother's neck while panting, trying to catch his breath.

"Wow." Dillon whispered, "Just wow."

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After cleaning themselves Trevor laid down on the bed with Dillon's head resting on his chest.

Trevor lazily drew circles on Dillon's back with his finger. "My brain knows its wrong... But my heart tells me that its right."

"It is right, we both love each other. And as long as there is love, then it will always be right."

Trevor just sighed and held his brother tighter. It was nice to feel comfortable with holding someone against him. Holding his brother in such an intimate way felt so right.

Just as Dillon said, it was right if there was love. And there was. It was what he'd been craving all these years.

"I love you, Dillon. You're right. And I don't care about mom and dad anymore. They can do whatever they want, I won't allow it to bother me anymore. Fuck em. You're all the family I'll ever need."

Dillon's eyes were open but he was staring into space. He had heard his brother and was letting the words soak into his sleepy brain.

"Are you even listening to me, Dillon?" Trevor asked tiredly.

"Of course Trevor. You have my attention."



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Leah Masters had been intensely attracted to her Senior English teacher from the very first moment she had laid eyes upon him. Whenever he looked her way Leah blushed crimson-red, whenever she thought about him she soon became moist between her thighs. She had the hots for her English teacher bad.

Leah prided herself on her looks, and was very happy with her status at the top of the social ladder at her state high school. A stunning combination of Japanese and Hawaiian, Leah had slightly darkened skin, long smooth legs, a full luscious figure, long curling jet-black hair and a sweet, angelic face. Her round facial features, full crimson-red lips and deep emerald-green eyes could allow Leah to bend any straight male, and a number of females, to her will.

Although she loved sex, it wasn't the most important thing in the world to Leah. She liked being with a guy who could satisfy her intellectual needs as well as her physical ones. And most of the guys came up way short in one department or the other - there didn't seem to be anybody her age that had a perfect blend of both. But Mr Sorrenson, however, was different.

He was utterly captivating to Leah, everything she could possibly want in a man all wrapped up into one single package. Smart, sophisticated, funny, and a drop-dead gorgeous hunk, Mr Sorrenson was a teenage girl's wet dream in the flesh.

An academically-driven student, Leah leapt head-first into her studies in Senior English, going out of her way to befriend her teacher and win from him some form of special notice.

She even went so far as to start taking off her bra before her English classes, and lean over her desk when she was writing far enough so that from his desk Mr Sorrenson could see her deep cleavage. When she handed in her work to Mr Sorrenson every lesson to get marked off, Leah made sure to lean over far enough so that he could glance right down her open blouse if he cared to do so. Mr Sorrenson was only a man, after all. He stole himself some quick glances at Leah's tits now and then, which always brought a slight smile to her lips whenever she managed to catch him in the act.

Leah knew that she was being noticed, and she loved it. Moving things on to the next phase would be challenging, but the thrill of it excited her like nothing else had in a very long time. The thought of fucking her English teacher wildly til he shot his cum deep inside her got Leah's pussy all soaking wet.

Hank Sorrenson tried to focus on the test papers he had to mark for one of the junior grades, but couldn't stop his mind from wandering off to a subject that had almost constantly been in his thought as of late - Leah Masters. He didn't know if she was intentionally or unintentionally teasing him, if she was trying to seduce him or just playing games. He had no idea what the 18-year-old student's motives were with her brazen exposure, or whether she even realized what she was doing to him, but what he did know for a fact was that he could not allow himself to get involved in an affair with a student, under any circumstances. He was a 32-year-old married English teacher and she was an 18-year-old student with her entire life ahead of her. No way.

Slowly, unwillingly, his eyes were drawn up from the important paperwork he had to finish and he was again staring at Leah. She was sitting at the front of the class, as always diligently hard at work, her long legs spread-eagled under her desk. She was chewing absentmindedly at the end of a felt-tipped pen, her brow creased with concentration. Every movement she made, every look that crossed her face.... it all seemed indescribably interesting to Hank. He couldn't put his feelings into words that would do them justice.

Suffice to say, he was absolutely spellbound by Leah in every way, Sorrenson thought with a saddened heart.

The bell suddenly rang signalling the end of the day's lessons, and as one most of the class snatched up their textbooks, pads, pens, and bags and rushed for the door. Leah, however, calmly assembled her gear together, and got up out of her seat, leaving her belongings at her desk. She made her way straight on over to where her teacher sat behind his large desk, at the very front of the classroom. 

Oh Jesus, she's coming over here, Hank realized, trying to fight back the sheer panic that threatened to consume him. Okay, get a grip on yourself, man! Just try to act as normal as you can and do your best to get rid of her fast. For Christ's sake, she's a student. Remember that!

Leah could see that Mr Sorrenson was slightly on edge as she approached, and was relieved. She was as nervous as hell, her heart thumping away inside her chest at a mile a minute and she was sweating from every pore of her being. But Leah had planned everything through well in advance and was determined to succeed. She was not going to accept failure as an option in this endeavour.

"Mr Sorrenson, I was wondering....do you have my mark available by any chance from our last assignment?" she asked in her sweet, girlishly innocent voice, all smiles and budding eyelids.

"Sure, Leah," the teacher replied, shuffling through one of the piles of paperwork stacked up on his desk. Out of the corner of her eye, Leah saw the last of her classmates file out of the room. Time to put her plan into action.

Mr Sorrenson was handsome in ways few other men could ever aspire to be. He had short-cropped blonde hair, a hard, ruggedly attractive face, broad shoulders and a tightly packed muscular frame. He even had an earring through his left earlobe, which Leah thought was just a cut above. He was well worth any risk in her eyes.

"Arrghh, my neck!" Leah said with an exaggerated groan, creaking her head back and around as though her neck were painfully stiff. When the teacher looked up from his search for her assignment, concerned, she smiled sadly. "Damn thing's been giving me hell all day."

"That's not good at all," Mr Sorrenson said. What he said next was completely shocking and totally out of the blue. It was more than Leah could have ever hoped for.

The words were out of his mouth before Hank quite grasped the full extent of what he was saying. "Here, let me massage your neck for you," he had suggested. He had just dug himself into a hole Hank had tried his best to avoid, all pretty much on his own accord.

After he'd said the words and the damage was done, a large part of Hank was very happy indeed that he had made the suggestion. Hank Sorrenson could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins and knew that his heart was thumping away at a reckless pace. He had to wipe his hands on his pants to get rid of the sweat as Leah accepted his offer with a sexy little smile and turned around on the spot, then slowly sat down right in front of him. At least, Hank thought with a weak smile, she wasn't facing me. Then there was no way she could've missed the huge bulge in the front of his pants the English teacher's hard-on was making.

First off, Hank took things slow, gently pushing into the flesh of Leah's bare neck with his fingers. Then he began to find himself working into his task at hand, pushing in harder with his fingers to try and loosen up the young woman's taut neck muscles. 

Leah groaned with pleasure as he continued his massage, which didn't help Hank's state of arousal one bit. It sounded almost sexual to his ears. He was increasingly confident that Leah was being lulled into the moment, getting off on the close contact and intimacy of the massage just like Hank was himself. The feel of Leah's smooth silky skin and her taut muscles was intensely arousing, that was undeniable. The entire situation was getting the married schoolteacher horny in ways his wife had failed to do since the early years of passion in their relationship.

"Lower," Leah encouraged as she squirmed about on the floor. Leah felt so turned on that she thought she'd explode, but with dogged determination she bit down on any overtly sexual noises. She wanted to break the last ounces of will to resist her advances in her teacher so that the inner animal inside was unleashed. "Please, lower...."

Mr Sorrenson's hands were kneading the sides of her neck as Leah urged him to move lower, and slowly he did as he was directed. His big, strong manly hands slipped around to the young lady's front and then began to slide down over her protruding collarbone. "Lower...Lower..." Leah whispered again and again as his massage turned into sweet, fleeting caresses. He slowly, torturously slid his hands down into the V-opening of her light blue blouse. "Lower...."

Leah knew exactly what he was doing, Hank knew, and she wanted it! The line between what was acceptable practice between a teacher and student and what was not became very blurry as Hank's lust threatened to overwhelm his senses, and slowly he felt his resistance to his animalistic urges slip away. His hands seemed to be operating on their own accord as they slowly slipped into Leah's blouse top. Finally, he let himself go. To hell with it, he thought to himself. He wanted to bone Leah like nothing else, and she seemed to want him too. As long as it stayed between the two of them everything would be fine.

At last, his hands slid up over the upper rises of her breasts and he finally cupped Leah's firm, round tits. As he mashed the young woman's D-cup breasts together and roughly teased her nipples, Hank leaned down and slightly in a little bit so he could slide his tongue into Leah's left earlobe. She shuddered as his tongue slid into her ear as far as it would go and groaned as he twisted her big, hard fat nipples painfully. 

"Oh God, I've wanted you so bad!" Leah whimpered as her teacher quickly pulled his hands out of her blouse and helped her to her feet. She hurriedly straddled his lap and began to rub his aching cock through the front of his denim jeans, then leaned in close to give him a long, tonguing kiss on the lips. "Oh Jesus Christ, Mr Sorrenson, your cock feels so big and beautiful!"

"Please, call me Hank," the handsome man said with a slight grin as he pulled back from her ever so slightly, roughly squeezing and playing with her large tits as she rubbed his fuck-rod. 

"Yes!" Hank cried out as he reached out under Leah's mini-skirt to grab her firm buttocks. He squeezed and mashed together her small butt-cheeks as he kissed his young student deeply on her lips, driving his tongue deep into her mouth. Leah grounded her hips in against Hank's cock and gyrated herself against him, which caused Hank to bellow in delirious, pre-orgasmic pleasure. "Oh, Jesus!" he moaned out loud, shuddering in lustful desire. "That's it, baby!"

Hank needed to regain some sense of compose, because he wanted to take his time with Leah, give her something to really scream about. So he picked her up by the teenager's butt and carried her over to his desk. Propping Leah up on a clear corner, Hank Sorrenson swept his desk clear of all his paperwork and equipment in a few swift motions, then turned his attention straight back to the young woman again.

He was going to make her moan, he was going to make her cum so much she'd black out from the intense, delirious pleasure. Oh, he was going to enjoy this!

The look in Mr Sorrenson's eyes made Leah's stomach knot with lustful desire. Her panties were literally soaked through with her pussy-juices, as Leah could feel the wet stickiness squelch between her thighs as her legs pressed together. Leah wanted this, wanted to be a willing servant to her hunky teacher's every twisted desire. But although she had wanted to unleash the inner beast within Mr Sorrenson, which had until recently been suppressed deep inside himself, Leah had to admit that there was a tinge of fear accompanying her feelings of immense arousal and excitement. Now that she finally had what she wanted, Leah was starting to harbour second thoughts.

Quickly, though, her unease was allayed when Mr Sorrenson stepped forward and grasped hold of Leah by the back of her head, then yanked her towards him for another deep tonguing kiss as his right hand shot up to roughly squeeze and caress the teen's left tit through the front of her blouse.

Leah groaned into her mouth as Mr Sorrenson then began to push down with his hand until the buttons of her blouse started to pop open. Slowly, he removed her blouse, leaving Leah topless and wondrously exposed, sitting on top of her teacher's desk as he ogled her bare, buxom chest.

"You're magnificent...." he breathed with lusting admiration.

Suddenly, Leah realized something. The classroom doors, they hadn't been locked! As she turned her head to look towards the class' two doors, Leah was suddenly overwhelmed by a sinking sensation in the very pit of her stomach. Even before she saw the female teacher standing in one of the doorways, Leah knew that they'd been sprung.

It was Miss Summers, a fellow Senior English teacher. Her face was flushed scarlet-red and she had a shocked, horrified look on her face. This, Leah felt deep down inside, meant nothing but trouble....

Pamela Summers was new to the school, had been transferred over at the beginning of the year to fill in the gap of a retiring teacher. Although everyone on the faculty was nice enough, Pam had few real friends on the school staff. Hank Sorrenson, in her opinion, was one of the best of the lot, and they had gotten on quite well since the very beginning.

But Pam had seen too much of what had happened between him and Leah Masters to ever look at Hank in the same light again. She felt sickened, disgusted, appalled, and a variety of emotions in between. Hank was a married man, for Christ's sake, and he was meant to be Leah's teacher! Pam thought to herself with utter contempt.

There was a part of her, however, that was immensely turned on by every single aspect of what she was witnessing. Pam could feel her cunt tingle slightly as her pussy became moist with her arousal. She shifted positions as stood, her face furrowed in determination. Damn it, this was not the time to get horny! Pam told herself angrily. She was witnessing a serious breach of the teacher/student code of conduct.

Hank noticed the horrified look on Leah's face and quickly spun around. When he saw that someone was standing at the door not ten feet away, his heart skipped a beat - or so it felt to Hank. Oh fuck! Hank thought. His legs got weak and he almost fell over, were it not for the table behind him. It was Pamela, and by the look on her face she'd seen more than enough to damn him outright.

Pam Summers was a sweet enough woman, warm and fun-loving once one made the effort to get to know her. She reminded Hank of an old girlfriend he used to go out with, in a good way, and she had a smart, bubbly personality that was uniquely her own.

She was 26-years-old, had long natural golden-blonde hair tied back all the time in a tight ponytail, light blue eyes, full red lips and high cheekbones. Pam had a somewhat wizened look about her, which seemed to portray deep intelligence, which Hank knew she had in abundance. Her huge breasts and long shapely legs, both which she liked to accentuate with the clothes she wore without being forward about it, would make any straight guy weep.

The desire to fuck Pam had always been on his mind since the very first time Hank had met her, because she seemed to like him from the start and was so damn sexy. She knew that he was married but in subtle ways made it clear to him that that wasn't a problem with her, if he had the guts to make the first move. But he never did make the move.

But Hank suddenly realised that he had a way to get out of this delicate situation. Pam was indecisive - Hank could see that all over her gorgeous face. He had to act while she remained undecided, to force her into active compliance with his and Leah's sexual tryst.

"Pam, come over here right now," Hank said in a strong, commanding voice, brooking no argument. He locked eyes with his female colleague, conveying a strong will to dominate and utter determination. Pam walked slowly over to where he stood, in an almost dreamlike state, her mouth hanging slightly open. Once she was standing right before him, Hank gave his 'puppet' her second order. "Get down on your knees." To Hank's utter amazement, she did exactly that, dropping down onto her knees on the floor right in front of his bulging manhood.

Hank turned back to Leah with a broad, wicked grin on his face, which she returned. She hiked her miniskirt up around her waist, bearing her soaking wet panties to Hank's ravenous gaze, then began to finger her moot through the thin fabric of her skimpy underwear. His smile broadened as he watched Leah frig herself. He reached across with one hand to slide one of his fingers into the teenage slut's moist snatch. As he slowly fingered Leah's dripping fuck-hole, Hank switched his focus back to Pam again, deciding that it was time to get some active participation out of their sexy intruder.

"I want you to unzip the fly of my pants, Pamela, and take out my cock," Hank told his submissive co-worker. "Then I want you to give me the very best blowjob you can, Pamela. I want you to really blow my mind. And then I want you to swallow every last drop of my cum, okay?"

Looking down at the demure blonde, Hank Sorrenson suddenly realised that he was seizing the moment, was acting strong and decisive, and that because of this he had two very hot, horny ladies to fuck with any way he could possibly imagine! That was how he was going to act in the future, Hank vowed. He was confident that being assured of himself was the only way he could truly get what he wanted out of life. Pam had needed a strong person to command her, and now that she had one she was prepared to obey every order that she was given. Hank's theory was confirmed when, without any more prompting being necessary, Pam Summers unzipped the fly at the front of his denim jeans, reached into his tight-fitting pants, and fished out his hardening penis.

As she pulled out Hank's erect cock for both herself and Leah to see for the first time, Pamela licked her lips expectantly. When his hard-on was finally out in the open for all to see, Hank felt an immense sense of pride well up inside him at the length and width of his pole of man-meat. His 8" cock had the thickness that many women really got off on. Hank knew that chicks went nuts when they were getting screwed by a big, fat dick, including his wife, who was the latest in a long line of willing sacrifices to his prick. Leah and Pam looked like they were nearly creaming in their pants as the blonde slut English teacher reached out with both hands, tentatively wrapped them both around his throbbing shaft, then began gently wanking him off.

After a while, Hank slowly reached down and cupped the side of Pamela's face with his left hand, staring into her deep blue eyes with nothing short of loving affection and love in his own. He wanted to possess her, to utterly consume her very being with his fingers, his mouth and his cock, just as he wished to claim the exotic, enigmatic Leah as a slave to his will as well. He wanted, needed, to make Pam and Leah totally his.

While Pam was tugging away at his hard-on, Hank switched his attention back to Leah, who had her long slim legs spread wide open and was fingering herself madly. He'd let up on his own finger-fucking, but Leah herself had carried on. Quickly, Hank yanked Leah's own hand aside, the three fingers she'd managed to drive up her quim sliding out of her dripping cunt with a lewd squelch, then drove two fingers of his own deep into her tight teen twat, and rapidly a third, working all three digits right into the lust-crazed whore's love-tunnel to the knuckle. Leah dragged herself up off the oak wood desk and pulled Hank in for a deep, passionate kiss. He reached up with his spare hand to cup first one of her breasts, then the other, as he continued to vigorously pleasure his teenage student's tight cunt-hole.




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"Oh God, yeah! Mr Sorrenson, you're so ggooodd! Oohhh, aarrrrgghhh! Yeaah!" Leah screamed out as she orgasmed, her pussy muscles squeezing his fingers as she flooded his hand with her cunt's juices. He kissed her mouth passionately, nibbling, licking and sucking his way down Leah's neck, then sliding his tongue across her bare, naked chest. Slowly, lovingly, Hank slurped and bit gently upon her big, swollen nipples. Leah moaned softly as he orally stimulated her tits and continued to drive his fingers into her hot, wet hole.

Pam had continued to pull Hank's cock as he focused in on Leah, not building on her tempo but keeping the friction on his cock at a steady, regular pace. Then, suddenly, he felt the fleetingly moist touch of the tip of the hot blonde's tongue on the blood-gorged head of his large prick. Then, with a lazy ease Hank found torturously arousing, Pam licked all the way around the tip of his dick, then slurped the head of his schlong into her hot, wet mouth. She sucked the pre-cum off Hank's big dick with the ravenous hunger of a truly horny slut. Hank Sorrenson was soon grunting and groaning in rapturous pleasure, reaching down with the hand he'd been caressing Leah's upper body with to grab hold of the hair at the back of Pam's head, keeping her firmly in place.

"Oh, yeah, you dirty whore, suck my cock. You bitch, you love the taste of my prick, don't ya? You're so fuckin' hot! Pam, you sure know how to please a guy!" Hank spat out. He quickly tugged Leah's sopping wet panties down round her feet, and then leaned in, somewhat awkwardly, to slide his tongue into the teen slut's wet hole. As Pam continued to give him a blowjob to remember, Hank decided to give Leah something to scream and whimper about.

As his tongue darted into Leah Masters' lightly covered, hairy hole, the sexy young bitch groaned audibly. Her cum-soaked snatch was so hot and tight, her budding clitoris was erect, and Leah grabbed the back of Hank's head to grind his face brutally against her pussy.

He could feel Pam fondle his balls as she took the entire length of his cock into her mouth and sucked on it like mad. As her teasing tongue licked and tenderly probed the huge cock Pam had clamped round her lips, the horny blonde slut worked her right hand in under her skirt and yanked down her g-string underwear, then began to finger her puss. The intense pleasure that was washing over him made Hank all the more determined to drive Leah insane with pleasure with her next climax. He nibbled and bit down on the exotic Oriental's clit as she suffocated him against her womanhood to the point of almost passing out between her thighs.

Taking most of his cock in her spare hand as she carried on masturbating herself, Pam continued giving Hank a vigorous hand-job as he kept on sucking on his cock-knob, like it was some kind of delicious lollipop. Oh fuck, here it comes, he thought as his stomach churned and his testicles shot out his thick load of semen. Hank opened his mouth to cry out and almost ended up swallowing a mouthful of Leah's pussy-sauce down the wrong way. It was an intense climax, the first couple of loads of jizz blasting out of his cock at a tremendous velocity, but Pamela had her lips wrapped tightly around his thick schlong and managed to gulp back every last bit of cock-cream with a relish.

Pam felt disgusted, dirty and soiled in such a profound way that she knew she was forever changed from the experience. She was also so intensely aroused that she felt like she could take on an entire football team of well-hung, horny jocks. The salty taste of a man's potent cum was what Pam had been hungering for, though she hadn't known she'd missed it so much til she had swallowed Hank's thick, gooey load of baby-batter. She'd been lacking satisfaction for far too long, and was willing to do whatever it took to get off. 

As she sucked lightly upon Hank's now-limp cockshaft, Pam heard Leah screaming and moaning again as she was overwhelmed by yet another orgasm. The guy must be one hell of a cunt-lapper, Pamela thought to herself. But then she realised that it was really a sure thing that he was. Hank Sorrenson was the whole package, she summarized, willing and able to go down on a woman for hours on end without pause.

Her pussy was positively tingling with anticipation.

Leah knew that Miss Summers had just given him a blowjob and had taken his load down her throat, but she wanted, needed, Mr Sorrenson to take her right there on the desk, without delay. Running her right hand through the thick mass of hair on the back of his head as he ravenously ate out her dripping pink snatch, Leah started talking dirty to her stud teacher.

"Oh God, Mr Sorrenson, oohhh yeah...I need yo....you to....aarrghh, fffuuuucccckk me now! Ooh, aarrrghh, I need you to ravage me, to ream my cunt til I beg you to stop. I need you to take me to the brink of sanity. Oohhh, Jesus Christ!! Yeah, FUCK ME!"

The teacher kept licking, sucking and biting on her soaking pussy, making Leah tremor and squirm like the horny high school slut she really was. Mr Sorrenson was an intense man, Leah came to realise, and he didn't do anything by half-measures, especially not something like eating out a woman's pussy.

Hank could tell that Leah was nearing her ultimate climax, the pinnacle of his oral pleasuring for her, and about thirty seconds later he was sure she realised this as well. Leah was thrashing about like a bucking bull, moaning and hollering like crazy, her cunt-muscles tightening up and her pussy-juices flooding his mouth. As he slurped up all of the teen beauty's fast-flowing, sweet n' tangy cum, he could feel his cock quickly hardening up again as Pam carried on diligently licking and sucking on his tool.

He pushed himself up from between Leah's legs, looked up at the stunning young horn bag's face, and smiled broadly. The flustered slut smiled back faintly, after her last in a long line of mind-blowing orgasms feeling extremely exhausted.

But Hank knew what she wanted, and was not about to relent just because his young student was tired....

"I'm going to fuck you hard, you horny little bitch! You wanted my hard cock so much, well now you're gonna get it, with interest!"

A fearful look played across Leah's young face, but also a look of pure debauchery and unwholesome lust. She was aroused in a primal, undeniable way, Hank knew, just as he and Pamela were. Their logical thought processes couldn't intercede over their natural instincts, they were way too far-gone for that.

Quickly, he turned to look back down on Pam. "Pamela, get up with us on the table. You are to pleasure the both of us as I fuck Leah's tight teen pussy, understand?"

Pamela nodded demurely, as always the obedient subservient, keeping her eyes appropriately downcast. Hank smiled to himself with amusement. He knew Pam was getting off on having no control over the situation, of being told what to do and where to go. It was funny to him, but Hank also wanted his turn with her as well, in due course.

"And get out of your clothes, also. You will not be needing them for awhile," he added gruffly.

Pam got up onto her feet and quickly kicked off her shoes. Then she hurriedly stripped out of her blouse, unclipped her skirt, and slipped off her lacy black bra. As she bared her big, natural C-cup tits with their small, rock-hard, dark brown nipples, Leah and Hank both watched the strip show with lustful desire burning in their eyes. Pam wiggled completely out of her matching lace-black g-string briefs and let the wispy underwear fall to the floor, baring her smooth, shaven pussy to the others.

"Come over here now," Hank barked. He pushed himself up on top of Leah's naked body, his steel-hard prick rubbing against her stomach as he leaned in to kiss the young teen deeply on her lips, her large perky breasts mashing against the attractive teacher's muscular chest.

Pam walked right on over to the large oak wood teacher's desk, turned around, and hopped up onto the cool, smooth surface of the desktop, sliding across as close as she could to the others on her bare naked ass. She spun around on the desk to be parallel to Leah and Hank, and watched on as he kissed his beautiful young student passionately on her lips and sucked on each one of her big, buxom, teen titties.

As he nibbled and sucked away on Leah's left nipple, Hank reached over and took hold of Pam's left hand, then gently brought it across to his firm, rigid cock.

He slowly eased his swollen, throbbing cock over to the entrance of Leah's tight young pussy, keeping Pam's hand wrapped around his dick as he moved in. Then, with one big lunging thrust forward, Hank drove into Leah's clutching cunt-hole all the way to the hilt, slamming his balls hard against the lower part of her crotch and her tiny, puckered asshole. Leah arched her back and let out a cry of intense gratification as Hank worked himself in and out of her tight, suctioning pussy. Pam alternated between massaging Hank's cum-heavy ball-sacs and diddling Leah's huge, swelling clit as fast as she could, driving them both on to wilder heights of sexual bliss as they fucked away like rutting barnyard animals.

Leah groaned with burning desire as he fucked her pussy-hole senseless, slowly building in her intensity as Hank drove her to orgasm. He grunted as Leah's cunt-muscles constricted around his aching cock. She was so tight and wet for him that it drove Hank wild with shuddering pleasure. But he kept up the pace, wanting to last a while longer so he could make the physical consummation of their love last.

Pam wiggled in closer still, and then leaned in and suddenly kissed Leah on her mouth. As he watched their tongues playing around with each other, Hank kept up the constant pounding on Leah's pussy. Leah screamed with climactic pleasure as she came in buckets, her cunt squeezing Hank's cock really tight, trying to milk out his own orgasm. He finally lost control, at last cumming deep inside of the young teen tart's body, flooding her fertile womb with his gooey semen.

Pam and Leah continued to kiss passionately, and then they began to knead and caress one another's firm, supple bodies. Pam leaned in and clamped her mouth down around Leah's left nipple as she stuck her fingers deep into the young slut's cum-filled pussy.

Quickly, Pam managed to work three of her fingers into Leah's cunt, then a fourth, driving the young nymph to groan and thrash about in wild pleasure again. Hank was intensely pleased by the show the two girls were putting on for his benefit, hopeful that the best was still yet to come. He was right - Pam had not finished with Leah yet, even though she had four fingers up the young lady's clacker. As he watched on with rapt fascination, Pam worked her thumb (the fifth and final digit of her right hand) into Leah's moist fuck-hole, getting it in past the exotic slut's swollen pussy-lips with a minimum of difficulty. Soon she had her right hand buried to the knuckles in Leah's cunt, and the little horn bag was screaming wildly in a heady mixture of pleasure and pain as her privates were relentlessly ravaged. Hank pushed himself up off Leah's sweat-covered body and hobbled over to Pam's side of the desk, his limp, cum-covered prick flopping around as he swaggered over. Leah wiggled over as far as she could go on the table as Pam continued to fuck her cunt with her hand, while Pam moved over to allow Hank to hop back onto the slick, wet tabletop. 

It didn't take long of him tugging away at his limp dick for Hank to be back at his full, erect self as he admired Pam's hard, brutal fist-fucking of Leah's tight little pussy. With his now-hard cock quickly aching with arousal, Hank manoeuvred himself around into the spoon position and slowly guided his prick towards the moistened entrance of the gorgeous blonde's shaven beaver. Slowly, laboriously, he slid the head of his thick cock into Pam's tight, velvety vagina. Soon enough, he had her grunting and groaning as her own pussy was assaulted by Hank's hard, bulging cock. Leah let out an eardrum-shattering scream as she came again and again in six consecutive orgasms from Pamela's furious fisting, tears of joy running openly down the black-haired beauty's cheeks as her body was wracked over and over with the strength of her climaxes. Pam pulled her hand out of Leah's stretched cunt after the young student had finally settled down so she could brace herself better to withstand Hank's brutish thrusts. 

Soon enough, Pam herself was hollering at the top of her lungs as Hank plunged into her bald pussy at full throttle. He leaned in and licked at Pam's left earlobe as he drove into her from behind. And as he was slurping his tongue in and around her ear, Hank had a real dirty, wild notion. 

He pulled straight on out of Pam's sticky cunt-hole and quickly repositioned his hard cock at the entrance to her anus.

"Oh no, no, you can't do it! Not up my ass! No way!" Pamela protested sternly. But Hank was in no mood to listen. He eased his prick ever-so-slowly into her ultra-tight, virginal ass, and then was soon getting into a slow rhythm as he fucked Pam doggie-style up her dirty little corn-hole. 

She cried out in pain a couple of times, but largely bit off her protests. Leah and Hank both did their best to try to keep Pam's mind off the pain and discomfort, stroking her vadge, pulling her clit and sucking her tits, and for the most part it succeeded. Pam was soon so far gone in her pleasure to care about the pain as Hank's huge cock forced the sphincter of her asshole wide open.

It was far tighter and more stimulating to Hank than Pam's cunt had been, and he loved the intensity of ploughing his thick pole of man-meat into a sexy young cutie's asshole. Soon enough, Hank was erupting deep inside Pam's butt-hole, and she was grinding her ass back against his cock as he shot off in her bung-pipe.

"Oh, fuck yes! Jesus, you're so good! Oh, there's nobody better, baby!" Pam hollered as her final orgasm, and her biggest that afternoon, ripped through her body. 

They all collapsed where they were on the large oak wood desk out the front of the classroom, completely spent from their wild and lengthy threesome. Pam, Leah and Hank fell into a deep, peaceful sleep in one other's arms, drenched in sweat and mixed cum-sauces. The last thought that passed through Hank Sorrenson's mind before he dropped off to sleep was that he hoped they could get together again somewhere in the not too distant future. Somehow, he felt sure that they would, and that they would be going yet more wild and wonderful things together again....

Author's Note: This was a story that I wrote a while back which I've left relatively as it originally was. Please feel free to give me feedback, positive or negative, to help me write better stories for all of you in the future. Thank-you very much for taking the time to read my work, your support and appreciation is what keeps me going. 

TheCaptain



Attention from Strangers



Fantasy request by Julieanne. 



Julieanne slowly pushed her shopping cart down the isle, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor. She was excited about the prospects of the evening to come. Charles had promised to take her to theater, something they had not done in a long time. He had also arranged for the kids to be out of the house, at a friends place, so they would be alone.

As Julieanne selected a few things of the shelf she couldn't help but hope that she and Charles could take advantage of that time. It was rare that they could make love and when they did, it was often short and abrupt. Julieanne almost never reached climax and it left her frustrated. Charles was a Christian man and sex was purely a function of procreation, not entertainment. 

There was shopping that had to get done, and since Julieanne didn't want to be late after getting home from the store, she had dressed up first. She felt a little awkward, being somewhat over dressed for the supermarket, but the more heads that turned her way the more she started to enjoy the attention.

Her dark blonde hair was touched with highlights and she had tied it up in a french twist. Curls of hair framed her face and her dark brown eyes were accented with shadow offset by the dark red lipstick glistening on her lips. Her ivory blouse was satin and buttoned up to her neck. The blouse was tucked into a long pleated skirt of the same color, the waistband concealed in a black suede wrap around belt. Julieanne was in her 40's but she kept her self in great shape. 

Her blouse fit tight enough to show that her 36C cup breasts were still firm, the belt affirmed that she had a slender waist and the skirt, dropping to just above her calves, revealed a pair of fantastic legs. She wore he best shoes, a pair of sling back peeptoe heels in black suede. The heels were four inches and elongated her five foot six frame. She wanted to show off the red toenail polish she had applied the night before. Sheathing her legs in a shimmering silk where a pair of nylon stockings. The gossamer fabric added the final touch to her outfit.

And it seemed that Julieanne's legs were getting the most attention. She asked a stock boy where she could find something she was looking for and she caught him glance down at her legs. He seemed to stare at her toes for a moment before answering. She was hoping that this would have the same affect on Charles.

Picking up her fruit last, Julieanne was selecting oranges when a tall man stepped close to her. She didn't look at him, since she assumed he was reaching for something, and was shocked when she found out it was here. A strong large hand cupped her right ass cheek, and Julieanne squeaked in surprise jumping away from his grasp. 

"That's how you pick the best, right? Giving them a squeeze?" He smiled broadly at her, his steel blue eyes ogling every inch of her body. Julieanne was too shocked to say anything. The man that grabbed her was large, strong, and as far as she was concerned very handsome. Not the type of man she would expect to grope a woman in public. "The stockings are a nice touch." He said looking her in the eye. 

"Excuse me!" Julieanne said flustered and blushing. She pushed her cart away and was so mixed up at the encounter it was a minute or so until she realized she had pushed the cart back to an isle she had already been on. She was embarrassed, and she felt a little violated. Julieanne was sure she had felt the garter strap that held her stocking in place.

Julieanne rarely wore her garter belt and the stranger grabbing her made all of her clothes feel strange. She smoothed her skirt and felt behind her to make sure the garters where in place. She wanted to go home and rushed to check out. She could get oranges later. 

As she was checking out she noticed the man who groped her walking out to the parking lot. She felt relieved that she wouldn't have to see him again. The young man bagging her groceries missed the bag a few times because he couldn't get his eyes off Julieanne. He was all to pleased to take her shopping out to her car and load her minivan for her. 

Julieanne thanked the bag boy and carefully got into the drivers seat. Once the door was closed she looked around the parking lot to make sure no one was about then slid her skirt up to reveal her stocking tops and garters. A quick inspection insured that she had no runs in her beige stockings and she slid her skirt back down over her legs. 

The drive home was short and as soon as she was parked Julieanne started taking groceries into the house. On the first trip in she found Charles sitting on the couch, watching a ball game. He didn't even look her way as she walked past with the bags and into the kitchen. Charles was wearing his typical lounging clothes and was still unshaven. The show was going to start in about an hour.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready?" Julieanne asked him. 

"For what?" Charles said, again keeping his eyes fixed on the TV. 

"Charles! The play? you promised we'd go!" She felt hurt. She felt even more frustrated that every man at the store, young and old, had stared at her. One had even groped her! But here, at home, from the man she wanted attention from hadn't even noticed that she had dressed up.

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry sweetie. I didn't know the game was on. The team is in first place, don't want to miss it."

Julieanne left the room and back out to the minivan. She couldn't help the tears that started to well up in her eyes. She didn't notice the Black Tahoe that was parked on the street, and when a large hand from behind clamped down over her mouth. The hand gripped tightly and another arm wrapped around her waist. She caught a glimpse of a large black revolver in the hand holding her waist. The sight of it terrified her. 

"Don't scream, and don't resist." A gruff voice said in her ear. He was pressed up against her, her body pressing into his. She could feel his hard cock pressing inbetween her ass and it was clear what he had in mind. "If you do," He wiggled the gun in his hand. "Understand me?"

Julieanne nodded, and as soon as she did the man whisked her away from the minivan and was forcing her into her house. The man, keeping his arms around her, forced her into the house and slammed the door. Charles was still on the couch watching his game and the sharp noise of the door got his attention. 

"What the-"

"Shut up!" The man holding Julieanne said. He pointed the gun at him. "Get on the floor now." Charles hesitated and the man yelled. "NOW!" Charles slid to the floor. "Lie flat on your chest, turn your face away from me!" Charles did as he was told. "Spread your arms out, palms up and do not move, or I'll blow her head off." Charles again did as he was told. 

The man released Julieanne, pushing her toward her husband, and for the first time she got a good look at him. He wore a mask but she could see his dark blue eyes. He wore a pullover hood and sweat pants and he had a backpack on. He had a familiar build but she wasn't sure if it was the same man from the store. "Get over on the far wall." He ordered Julieanne. Put your hands on the wall and spread those legs, sweetheart. Keep looking at the wall and don't turn around unless you want me to shoot your husband here."

Julieanne did as she was told. She couldn't help but tremble as she stared at her living room wall. She could hear a zipper sound and then the noise of duct tape being stripped from it's roll. She also could hear Charles grunting as the man in the mask did something to him. She was worried and wanted to turn to see but was afraid of what would happen if the man in the mask caught her. 

And then she felt hands on her ankles. His fingers gently slid over the tops of her feet and then ran over the opening of her shoes, tickling the tips of her toes. Then his hands slowly slid up her legs, pushing under and lifting her skirt until they found her stocking tops. Julieanne couldn't help it, but she felt excited as his hands groped her legs, she felt her nipples tighten up and she knew she was getting wet. 

The man in the mask groped her further, rubbing his hands over her ass and then one hand diving into her panties to feel her pussy. When he found that she was wet, he heard him chuckle to himself. "Oh you want this bad don't you, sweetie?" When he said "this" Julieanne felt him prod her ass with his shaft. 

The groping continued as his hands found her chest and squeezed her breasts. "Nice melons." the man said and continued to grip and grope her. The frisking seemed to take hours as his hands explored every inch of her.

Abruptly the man in the mask pulled Julieanne off the wall, his strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her in the air and then setting her down to face her husband. Charles was lying on the floor, hog tied with zip cuffs and his mouth covered with duct tape. He was facing Julieanne and the man in the mask. 

"This is how this is going to work." Said the man in the mask. "I'm going to strip and fuck you right here on your own living room floor. If you fight me, or struggle, I'll kill your husband. If you cooperate I'll leave when I'm done with you. Understand?" Juleanne nodded. "Good. And since you've been so good I'll give you a choice. Either I can turn your husband around and he can watch his ball game, or I'll leave him as he is and he can watch how a real man fucks his wife."

There was a moment of silence as the man in the mask waited for Juileanne's answer. "Well?" he pressured, "You have to say something." Julieanne thought about all the men staring at her while she was out. She thought about the stranger who had groped her, very likely the same man who was now going to rape her. And she thought about how little attention she had ever gotten from Charles.

"Let him watch me." Julieanne said quietly. 

The man in the mask laughed and then started to roughly unbutton Julieanne's blouse. He stripped the blouse off her and then started groping her breasts, still in a white lacy bra. "How could you sit there and ignore this?" Said the man in the mask. "This bitch has some nice tits and you're going to just watch a baseball game?" The man snapped off the bra and pulled it off Julieanne. "He must have a buxom secretary he's fucking at work." Said the man to Julieanne.

Her tits out, the man in the mask groped and pinched Julieanne, causing her a few involuntary gasps. "See how hard her nipples are?" Said the man. "She wants this." The man in the mask tore the black belt off Juileanne and then yanked down hard on her skirt. The skirt and the half slip under it both slid off her hips and pooled at her feet. The man in the mask gave her a sharp slap on her ass. "Look at that ass!"

The man in the mask walked around Julieanne and she realized that while he had tied up Charles, he had also stripped off his own clothes. She saw his thick erect penis, and noted that he was quite a bit larger than Charles. "On your knees!" The man in the mask demanded. 

Julieanne knelt and the man in the mask gripped her hair by both hands. Julieanne realized what he had in mind and started to resist, putting her hands on his thighs, to push away. But he pulled her mouth toward his cock and it slid between her lips. She was amazed at how thick and hard his thighs were and she gripped him as his penis started to trigger her gag reflex.

"Have you never done this before? Work that tongue, girl! Lick it and suck on it like a popsicle." Julieanne complied, sliding her tongue back and forth under his shaft. The man in the mask groaned his approval. "She's never done this for you has she, buddy? She's not too bad. She needs practice though. That's it sweetie, keep those lips pressed against my dick."

Julieanne continued to give the man head as he instructed her. Soon he had let go of her hair and stood with his arms at his sides and Julieanne bobbed over the man's cock. Julieanne noted that he had already lasted longer than Charles ever had. She looked over at Charles, and noted that his eyes were fixated on her as she sucked this man's cock. 

Suddenly the man in the mask pulled out of her mouth, knelt himself, and manhandled Julieanne onto her back. "I'm also betting," said the man as he pulled her panties off her, "That you've never done this for her." The man pushed his face into Julieanne's muff, his tongue and lips attacking her pussy. Julieanne let out with a yelp and couldn't help her self as she grabbed the man by the mask gripping it tightly. Julieanne kicked her legs and her toes curled as the man in the mask ate her pussy. 

Julieanne realized that she could tear the mask off if she wanted, but she was afraid that it would make him mad. And then she couldn't think at all and could only yell out as the man in the mask found her clitoris and worked it with his tounge. The man in the mask ran one hand along her silken leg and the other pinched her nipple as he licked and teethed her muff. 

The man in the mask came up for breath, but kept his hands moving over he leg and breast. "Does she make those noises for you?" he said to Charles. I bet you don't last long enough. Hows that little erection you got going on right now? Do you like watching me fuck your wife like this? You haven't looked away yet."

The man in the mask dove back down on Julieanne and she squirmed as he ate her out more vigorously. Charles had never done this since he felt that oral sex was a sin. Julieanne squealed as the man in the mask committed his sin on her.

Sitting up, the man in the mask put one arm under Julieanne, pulling her toward him. His other hand guided his shaft into her. Julieanne's hands found his chest and she kept her hands on him as he slid into her. The man in the mask started to slowly thrust into her and after a few moments of confusion, the man in the mask placed her legs around him and thrust harder.

The man in the mask wrapped his large arms around Julieanne as as he pressed into her she could feel his tight abs slide against her. He seemed carved of wood and she held on to him as he pumped into her. His thrusts built up speed and she held tighter with her legs to keep from getting battered by his rock hard thighs. 

Julieanne felt the fire below burn brighter and started breathing faster as he thrust into her. His thrusts came harder and faster and her left shoe came loose. Julieanne became aware of herself yelling out and looked up to see Charles looking back. She wanted to say something to him, to apologize that this man was doing this to her, but she couldn't help her self and speaking wasn't possible between the gasps he was forcing out of her. 

The man in the mask bit down on Julieanne's neck and his tongue slid along her skin. With so many sensations at once Julieanne was having trouble seeing straight. She kicked a leg in a muscle spasm and her shoe came free, fling in the air and landing near Charles.

The man in the mask slowed his thrusts, pulling his shaft all the way out and then sliding back into her. The slow dilation from closed, and empty, to open and full forced her to vocalize with each thrust in. Then the man picked up his pace again, thrusting in deep. He propped himself up by holding Julieanne's wrists down. He was breathing hard and sweat ran down his body.

Julieanne had never had sex like this. It had never lasted this long and it had had never been this good. She hated that this man had this power over her, but she couldn't help but enjoy it as it happened. She looked up to see Charles and caught him straining to get his nose close to her shoe that had been kicked free. 

Suddenly Julieanne erupted in orgasm. She had heard of the G-spot before, and she wasn't sure if that's what the man in the mask had found but she was sure that it was the best thing she had ever felt. She screamed out her pleasure and the pure sensation that was forced into her was too much. 

Julieanne struggled to break free of the man in the mask, the blinding ecstasy spread from her core to her fingers and toes and she felt like she would explode, but his iron grip held her down, and his iron dick pressed on. After what seemed like an eternity he pulled out of her. Julieanne gasped and her body trembled from his actions. 

But it wasn't over.

The man in the mask flipped her over and manhandled her until she was on her hands and knees. She felt him press his shaft into her anus and she yelped out "NO!" The man grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up so he could talk into her ear.

"Do not, resist. You're going to let me fuck your ass or I'm going to shoot your husband." He threw her forward and he thrust into her. The sensation was different but Julieanne was surprised to find that there was still pleasure. Pleasure that increased when his hand reached around her and fingers roughly rubbed her clitoris in a circle. Soon it was all Julieanne could do to just hold on as he rammed into her ass. 

The man in the mask cried out his own orgasm and she felt his cock throb as he ejaculated into her. She felt his penis pulse over and over and was glad all that cum wasn't in her pussy. She never took any kind of birth control. 

The man in the mask pulled out, and flipped her onto her back again. Julieanne wasn't sure she could take any more but the man in the mask pinned her down and pressed his lips into her ear. Whispering he said "This isn't the last time we do this. You'll get a package in the mail. You will wear everything in the package. When I see you at the store, wearing what I've sent you, I'll take you. If you don't, your family will suffer. Understood?"

"Yes." Julieanne breathed. 

The man in the mask got up, leaving Julieanne gasping on the floor. He dressed and gathered his backpack. Before he left he knelt down near Charles. "Have her suck your cock. She needs practice. I want a better performance from her next time." With that the man in the mask left.



Attention, Please!



You are on the phone and I cannot resist. I am drawn to the sound of your voice, just like Peaches-the-cat, and just as predisposed to purr as she is. You are sitting in your chair, staring sightlessly at the computer monitor as you talk. 

'Ah, good,' I think, 'its not work-related.' I long to touch you and I do so, running my fingers over your bare shoulders and down your chest.

In response, your fingers clasp my wrist, and squeezing firmly, lift my hand away. Your other hand gestures impatiently, signalling 'leave me alone'. I am miffed by your response, I admit it. I pull my hands away and move around the chair to straddle your legs, trapping them between my own. You give me an intense almost-glare and continue your conversation, your eyes flashing warnings at me. Which I ignore, of course.

I sit on the edge of your desk and prop up one of my legs by placing my foot on the arm of your chair. You shoot me an angry look but your eyes are caught by the sight of me slowly easing the skirt of my sundress up my thigh. I run my fingers along my smooth-shaven legs, up over my knee and then down along the underside of my thigh. My fingers brush the crotch of my panties and I shiver and moan. My nipples are suddenly hard and long, and I can feel a surge of moisture both inside me and around my clit.

You lean back in your chair a bit, easing your hips forward, drawing my eyes to the bulge growing there. Good. I am tempted to drop to my knees and pull you out, but you've pushed me away once and I don't want it to happen again, so I rest my right hand behind me and lean back against it, supporting myself. I run a finger along my panties, massaging my clit through the cloth barrier, trying to push my finger inside me. Very soon, my panties are soaked. I bring my hand up to my pubis and slide my fingers under the cloth, teasing the soft, shaved skin of my mound and labia.

I watch as you swallow hard and close your eyes, then open them again, as if you are afraid to miss something. I press a finger through my labia and give my clit a good flick, which in turn makes me gasp. I cannot help it, I am trying to be quiet, but it feels so good, that electrical shock of pleasure. I slip my hand farther down, running my fingers between my lips, revelling in the wetness. I slip a finger into my hole, just an inch or two, and slip it out, repeating until my hips want to lift off the desk.

I can hear your voice: you are still talking, but your eyes are fastened upon me, upon that cloth-covered part of my body where all the action is taking place. I decide to have pity on you, and I stand up from the edge of the desk and pull my dress over my head. I pitch it over your shoulder to land in a heap a few feet away. I turn around and balance against the desk, stepping out of my panties. They are soaking wet, and as they slide down my thighs they leave a trail of wetness. I step out of them and leave them laying at my feet, thinking about what to do next.

Bending over, I rest my elbow on the desktop and my chin in my hand. I spread my legs wide apart, and making sure you have a good view, I begin to touch myself in earnest. The fingers of my left hand torment my clit, pinching and rolling it and until my hips buck, and then slip down into me, hooking against my bone, making me squirm. Perhaps three minutes pass and I know I am close to coming, and I know, too, that I cannot come quietly, so I back off. 

I can still hear your voice droning but I cannot make out the words, as my own pleasure is buzzing too loudly in my ears. I move my fingers out of my pussy and run them along my ass, giving myself gooseflesh. My fingers are so slick with my juices that I have no trouble moistening the opening there. With my middle finger I tease myself a bit, then slowly push past the ring of muscle to my second knuckle. Carefully, carefully, I slip my finger back and forth, enjoying the frisson of pleasure that this friction provides me. When I have relaxed enough, I try for a second finger, and in less than a minute, both are inside me, moving slowly.

Your tone changes, and I can tell that you are ending your conversation. I can hear you moving in your chair, but I am too wrapped up in the pleasure that I am giving myself to notice more than that. 

Suddenly I feel your hand around my wrist, dragging my fingers out of my ass as you push my wrist upwards, into the small of my back. With your other hand you push me down onto the desk until my breasts are pressed against it, then, guide yourself into my pussy. You shove into me hard, forcing a cry out of me that is echoed by a long, low moan from you. My hipbones are slammed punishingly into the desktop again and again until pleasure starts over-riding pain and my body lengthens. I stand on tiptoe and reach my free hand under me to touch my clit. I grind it pushingly, pushing myself toward orgasm with each pass of my fingers. You continue to pound into me until I come, crying out my pleasure, my back arched and my face red.

You pull out of me so suddenly that I moan in protest. There is a small shift in your stance and then I can feel you pressing against a different hole. Your cock is slick and you push the head through with a sharp shove that brings a gasp from me. I am still quivering from my climax, sensitized as hell, and the pressure of you inside me is intense.

"Slowly," I gasp.

"I was on the phone," you say gruffly in response, and leaning forward, press another half-inch into me.

"Oh please," I beg, tears starting in my eyes, my fingers beginning to work in earnest on my clit again, trying to over-ride the pain-signals with pleasure ones. "Please, go slow."

You back out a bit and push again, forcing your way in another inch or so. We both moan, and I can feel the hand still holding my wrist in place tremble a little. I relax and push back a bit, and that is all the invitation you need to continue working your cock into me. Finally you are all the way inside me. I can feel your balls pressing against my fingers as I massage my clit. I'm breathing hard and fast, and I am whimpering and moaning, but so are you. 

I buck my ass against you a couple of times and you take the hint. You groan deep down in your chest and start to slide in and out of me, picking up speed after a few strokes. Withdrawing almost all the way, you thrust deeply into me, not as roughly as you did when you were in my pussy, but with restrained violence nonetheless. It feels amazingly intense, and soon I feel that peculiar tingle unique to the build-up of an anal orgasm. 

"I'm going to come soon," I warn you, and pinching my clit, begin clenching my muscles around you, milking your cock. I want you to come soon, I need you to come soon. A hard and fast orgasm rises above me like a wave, its curve promising a simultaneous anal and clitoral climax. I can hear myself whimpering and gasping and begging you to come, and I can hear you moaning and gasping in response. A few short, hard strokes and I can feel you tensing behind me, feel that impossible swelling and stiffness that signals orgasm, and then you are coming. 

The sounds that come from you are all I need to push me over, and my muscles clench around you as the pleasure radiates through me, making me cry out, wringing me out, forcing gasps and moans from you as well as a blindingly intense double orgasm rolls through me.

Afterwards, you pull slowly and carefully out of me and help me to stand upright on shaky legs. We walk upstairs to your bed and collapse there, arms and legs entangled, and sleep.