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Sweetness Ch. 01

By: hara_chan2000



Chapter One

She flipped through the pages of the book, not really reading anything, but keeping a discrete eye on the boy sitting two tables away from her, who was talking to Joanna, a sexy and beautiful red head who made it no secret that she was chasing after boy. She hoped that she herself was that bold, then maybe she could actually get a boyfriend. She didn't lack anything that Joanna had in figure, but only the courage to do what she wanted. If only she dared to talk to him, then maybe he'd take notice of her.

Oh no, he's looking this way. She thought when she caught him turning around to her direction. She quickly looked away so that he wouldn't catch her starting at him. It was a bad of hers, staring and daydreaming at the same time, no matter how she wanted to keep these things discrete. However, because she'd lowered her head, she didn't catch his smile of amusement, which clearly showed that he'd caught her staring.

Nikolas tuned out Joanna's voice, which was what he often did in the past few weeks. He didn't have the heart to break it into Joanna that he wasn't interested, thinking that she'd figure out soon enough, which wasn't the case here. However, she kept the other girls at bay, so he wasn't really complaining. Instead, tuning out her voice and staring at Annie Perkins during classes seemed to have become a big hobby of his.

One of the main reasons that he was interested in the quiet, nerdy girl sitting two tables away from him was because most guys weren't interested in her. She certainly didn't have the flair that many other girls possessed. However, she was pretty, if one liked the quiet and shy type. Nikolas found that he certainly did. She always hid her body beneath large t-shirts that were at least twice her size and pants that were either too long or too fat. It puts some of the guys off, but Nikolas liked imagining her body beneath those clothes that were always too large for her. Last night, he had an interesting dream of peeling those clothes off of her to find satin soft skin beneath. He made slow and sweet love to her until she was screaming his name in ecstasy...

"Nick! Nick! Are you listening to me?" Joanna's annoyed voice penetrated his daydream. He hated it when she called him Nick, which no one does except for his parents and grandparents. 

"What is it?"

"Weren't you listening? Mr. Povatar just told us to break into groups of three and go back to the lab tables. Come on." Joanna gestured to one of her friends who was almost eagerly waiting to be called by her.

Nikolas turned to look at Annie, just out of curiosity. He couldn't contain his smile when he saw that she looked like a cornered mouse. No one wanted her in their group, unless they wanted to just use her and cheat on the work, since Annie knew how to do almost everything. Today, nobody went to her, and she was just too shy to go ask anybody if she could join. He saw the perfect opportunity then, and walked up to her.

"Hey Annie, want to join our group? We need one more person." Nikolas asked as casually as he could. His smile widened when he saw her surprise and the faint blush upon her freckled cheeks. She looked even more liked a cornered mouse now.

Annie could feel her insides turn to mush just seeing his smile, not to mention that he was actually talking to her. She had a silly urge to scream, "He's talking to me." He was actually asking her to be in his group. It was like her dream come true. Now, if only she could find her voice and answer him, everything would be okay. If only he wasn't so handsome, or if his eyes weren't that startling blue, then maybe she wouldn't have problem finding words.

"Come on. Everybody's starting already." Annie felt like fainting when Nikolas took her hand in his and walked over to an empty lab table. 

"Uh...we're suppose to have three people in a group." Her voice was so small, he barely heard her. Oh Christ, he couldn't help noticing how pretty she was, sitting next to him with her face completely red. He had a strong urge to pull off the rubber band in her hair so that it could fall around her face, much like it was in his dream. 

"Don't worry. We'll have three," he answered. Sure enough, Joanna soon came with her friend Lia. 

"Hey, you're in my seat." Lia said haughtily. Nikolas felt Annie tense beside him and pulled her down when she made the movement to stand up. 

"Sorry, Lia, but you're going to find another group." 

Thank you, thank you, thank you!! Annie couldn't contain her smile of happiness, but it quickly disappeared when Joanna shot her an evil look. Oh no. Her smile immediately disappeared when she remembered the treatment she got the last time one of their group gave her that look. It clearly said, "You'll pay for it later."

"It's alright. I'll find another group." Annie leaped up from the chair and saw that there was a group of two in the middle of the room. They were both Nikolas' popular friends, but even if they tease her, it'll be better than what she would get if she stayed here with Nikolas and Joanna. 

"What are you four doing? I thought I specifically said groups of three. Lia, get over there to Mark and Chris." Mr. Povatar pointed to where Annie had planned to go.

"But—"

"Now!" Mr. Povatar was actually always a nice person, but his attitude completely changes when someone tries to argue with him. Annie was so happy that she was his favorite student.

Since Mr. Povatar, as one of the strictest teacher, had set his word down, no one dared to argue with him. Annie sat down, fearful of what would happen tomorrow, or even later today, even as Lia made her way to Mark and Chris. She didn't know why Lia was so unhappy. After all, Chris is her boyfriend, unless she was only dating him to get close to Nikolas.

Annie worked on the project with Joanna and Nikolas. Nikolas was a lot of help, but Joanna just kept on talking to Lia or to Nikolas without doing anything at all, so in the end, they didn't finish the group work and had to do it tonight for homework. 

"Sorry, but I've got important things tonight. Nikolas, are you coming to Chris' party tonight?" 

"No. I've got to baby sit tonight." 

Joanna looked disappointed, but then she spoke again, "Why don't you just take Jenny to the party?"

Nikolas looked somewhat disgusted. "Jo, Jenny's six. What do you think she'd do at Chris' party."

"Just a thought. Well, I'll see you in US History. Bye!" Joanna gathered her stuff and left.

"So you can't do the work tonight?" Annie asked, somewhat disappointed. She had hoped to ask Nikolas to come to her home and finish the work together. 

"Can't you come over? I mean, Jenny wouldn't mind." 

"Oh, but I have to baby-sit my brother." Annie so desperately wanted to go. This was such a rare chance for her to be able to talk to Nikolas, and she wanted it to last as long as she could.

"You can bring him over. We'll pick him up after school, and we can all go to my house. I'll take the two of you back after we're done." Nikolas didn't want to let it go so easily. He didn't really mind having her brother over, as long as Annie's there too. He wanted to get to know her, so she wouldn't be so nervous around him all the time, though he really didn't mind the faint blush on her cheeks. It makes her look so adorable.

"Is that really okay?" 

"Sure. So I'll meet you at the parking lot after school?" 

"Yeah." Annie said dreamily. She couldn't believe it. She was going to Nikolas' home. It didn't matter her brother was going too. She could spend more time with Nikolas!!

Now, if only she could get through the rest of the day in one piece... 

Sweetness Ch. 01



Lately I'd had sex on the brain, ever since coming to stay with my step-mother actually. I'd turned 18 earlier in the summer and when Dad announced he would be leaving the country for a month long business trip I'd been happy at the thought of having the house to myself. When my step-mother called out of the blue, though and asked me to come visit her I thought that might be fun too so I agreed to go. My biological mother died when I was very young and my step-mother came into the picture when I was about 10. Then a few years ago she and my Dad split up and she moved out to California. She continued to visit me and called me often and we kept in touch although I'd never been out to visit her until now. Before she called to ask me to visit she emailed me a bunch of pictures of her and her new husband at their house. The husband looked kind of rough, I knew he was into motorcycles and he looked the part. Big and paunchy but somehow manly and muscular looking too. He towered over my step-mom who was pretty and petite and there was something about the way he looped his arm across her shoulders, resting his big hand across her breastbone that made him seem almost threatening. His hair was long and dark with a long braided goatee as well. 

She looked happy enough but seemed to be melting into him as well. She'd grown her almost white-blonde hair out since I'd seen her and she looked younger with the shoulder length bob. She'd always taken pride in her body and a bikini top showed off her perfect, perky, B cup breasts and the smooth tanned expanse of her tight abs. At 37 she looked easily 10 years younger. I guess, looks can be deceiving in more ways than just age too because Jake's faded jeans, Harley t-shirt, and biker boots didn't exactly jibe with the three brand new cars in the driveway behind them or the nice house that the pictures portrayed. Apparently, Jake had opened his own bike shop years ago and it had paid off. Cindy, my step-mom had met him about 6 months ago and married him within a few weeks. 

So, long story short, I'd flown in last week and I'd had sex on the brain ever since. Jake seemed to watch me a little too long when I'd walk around the house. His eyes lingered on my boobs and butt and he liked to make suggestive little joking comments often about boys I'd left behind, what a heartbreaker I must be, etc... I'd felt uncomfortable about this at first but Cindy often joined in, chuckling, and giving me a hug and assuring me Jake was "just poking fun, honey, don't mind him." So, I tried to relax and enjoy their fabulous house. I had a huge room with a private bath all to myself. There was a sunken hot tub on the back deck, a pool as well, and just a short walk to get to the beach so I spent a lot of time that first week laying out on the deck, swimming in the ocean, and soaking in the hot tub with Cindy at night. Jake had been working a lot and often didn't come in until I was about ready for bed but this week was to start his vacation and he'd be off work for the next couple of weeks. Last night I'd dreamed that I was having sex, but I couldn't quite make out with who. In the dream I didn't seem to want to open my eyes and sometimes I felt sure I was with my ex boyfriend but sometimes I was sure it couldn't possibly be him bringing out those feelings in me. When I woke up in the morning my nipples were sensitive and my loose fitting boxers were twisted and bunched between my legs and soaking wet. I quickly masturbated and got dressed in a bathing suit as I intended to lay out for a bit before either jumping in the pool or walking down to the ocean. My suit was pale pink and one of the briefest ones I owned. I was trying to get a tan over as much of my body as I could so I'd been opting for a few string bikinis trying to get maximum exposure. I twisted my long dark hair up in a knot on top of my head and glanced in the mirror. At 5'8" I was at least 4" taller than Cindy and while I was naturally thin, my boobs were well over a full cup size larger than hers. Her full B's were cute and perky and my barely D's were full and round and thankfully still high and firm. I'd shaved my pussy completely upon arrival when I realized how much time I'd be spending in a bathing suit and I couldn't help but notice when we shared a quick shower at the beach that Cindy had done the same. I'd always compared myself to her and admired the way she took such great care of her body, skin, and hair. 

The weather was perfect if a little overcast. Hot enough to enjoy the sun and later a swim but not at all humid even though rain loomed in the forecast. I was loving the California weather. I took time to rub sunscreen on my front and stretched out on my back. Hopefully, Cindy would join me in a while so she could do my back when it was time to turn over. I was dozing lazily, listening to the birds, and some kids playing down the street when I felt and heard movement at my side. I was surprised to see Jake plop down on the chaise next to me. I'd forgotten he would be home. He was in a swimsuit too and obviously intended to sunbathe with me. His shorts were of the boxer brief type, and even though he had a bit of a paunch the bulge beneath it was quite impressive. 

"Hey." I said, and glanced away before he caught me checking out his package.

"Hey, sweetness" he responded. "Soaking up some sun?"

"Yeah, it's great out here." I glanced over and he was unapologetically checking me out, lingering as usual on my boobs.

"It really is great out here," he chuckled. "The view is aaaaamazing." He drawled out this last and whistled a little at the end.

I knew I blushed and had no idea what to say.

"Where's Cindy," I asked nervously.

"She's running some errands." Jake drawled lazily. "It doesn't make you nervous to be here alone with me does it."

Yes, I wanted to scream but I just shook my head no and giggled a little. I wasn't at all convinced he was joking but I figured it was safest to act as if he was. 

"Good, good, I wouldn't want my little Megan to be nervous."

My little Megan! The way he said it shot a little thrill through my body and I was shocked to realize that I was starting to enjoy his flirtation. I remembered Cindy saying he was harmless and decided to try to relax. With a deep sigh, I spread my arms and legs a little to get more comfortable and closed my eyes. I knew he was still watching me but unless I was willing to confront him I figured I'd better just get used to it.

"You're gonna end up with tan lines, you know?" Jake said softly.

"Uh-huh." 

"Don't you and Cindy usually go topless out here? I know she doesn't have any tan lines."

I opened my eyes and glanced over. He'd rolled over on one side so he faced me directly, still staring and drinking in my body.

"Well, sometimes I do when I'm out here alone and Cindy and I did the other day but usually I just wear a small bikini like this one." 

I knew I sounded nervous and I was starting to get pissed. He was obviously trying to make me uncomfortable and I was letting him. I knew he was playing with me and I now I didn't want to give in to him."

"It's a shame." he sighed.

"What?" I asked, my voice sharp.

"The tan lines, that's all. A woman's skin looks so much better nice and smooth.

"Well, if you'd go in..." I trailed off, knowing I sounded a little bitchy now.

Jake just laughed. "I'm not going anywhere little girl. It's my house. I know girls your age are insecure about their bodies." He laughed again, clearly amused with himself. "Now, me, I've seen a thousand tits and I've enjoyed most of 'em but if you think yours are so much more special than all the rest, just keep 'em under wraps. Some day you'll have the confidence, like Cindy has, to show 'em off. Shit, if Cindy was here she'd tell you the same thing."

Now, I was fuming. Part of me knew he was egging me on but the bigger part of me wanted to prove him wrong.

"I wasn't taking my top off out of respect for Cindy but if you're so convinced she wouldn't care then I have no problem going topless."

With that I sat up and with a quick tug behind me I pulled my top off and tossed it on the table between us.

Immediately my nipples, which are very much on the large and thick side, stiffened and I glanced over just in time to see Jake suck on his bottom lip and knew I'd just given him exactly what he wanted.

"Very nice," Jake murmured. "Like I said, I've seen a lot but those are something special alright."

Finally, he settled onto his back and closed his eyes and I sneaked one more quick look at his package before settling back myself and closing my eyes against the bright sun. 

We lay there for awhile in companionable silence and I didn't open my eyes again until I heard him rustling around and getting up off his chair.

"I'm going in for a drink. You want anything?" He was standing right next to me, his hairy leg barely brushing my thigh and the bulge in his shorts definitely looked bigger than it had before.

"Just a bottle of water," I squeaked, startled by his proximity. "Thanks."

"I'll do your back if you want to flip over when I get back."

Good idea, I thought as he walked into the house. I need to flip at some point and this way he won't be able to stare at my bare boobs. I got up and readjusted while he was gone so that I wouldn't have to stand up in front of him and I was laying flat on my stomach by the time he returned. He didn't say a word as he set down a bottle of water for me and a beer for him and picked up the bottle of Banana Boat sunscreen I'd used earlier.

I felt a quick cold splash in the center of my back and gasped out loud.

"Sorry, sweetness, I couldn't resist."

And then I realized my mistake as he began massaging the lotion into my back. He wasn't able to see my boobs anymore but I'd just given him carte blanche to touch me intimately. His hand moved in firm flat strokes across my upper back and shoulders and I felt myself relaxing even though I was nervous as well. His hands moved lower, across my lower back and then wrapped around my sides moving up from waist to armpit where his fingers dug deeply into the sides of my boobs which were squished flat beneath me. I felt a quick electric jolt to my pussy and realized again what a mistake this had been. He slowly worked the lotion into my whole back and kept coming back to my sides and the bit of boob that he could reach over and over. His hands eventually dragged lower, skimming the top of my bathing suit bottom before dragging across it and working more lotion into the backs of my thighs. His hands spread and molded the flesh of my thighs and as he worked his fingers deep into my inner thigh they also brushed my pussy. 

"You're gonna end up with a pale ass too, you know."

"It's okay Jake, I'm not taking my bottoms off!"

"Don't be a bitchy little baby, Megan. I'm just trying to say, one of these days you're gonna have a cute little pair of thong underwear on and your whole ass is gonna be white and spoil the effect."

Now, here's the thing. I knew he was manipulating me. I knew he just wanted to see my ass. The thing was that I was now so turned on that I wanted to play along!

"Fine, Jake, can you untie them for me?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely, sweetness!"

A half second later his fingers had plucked the side strings to untie them and with a quick jerk the whole little triangular piece of fabric was laying on the table with my top.

Then his hands were back where they'd started, rubbing lotion into my thighs, working up toward my now exposed ass and then they were molding the firm cheeks. We were clearly beyond putting lotion on my skin. Each hand held a globe of my ass firmly and rotated them apart. With my legs spread to the edges of the lounger I knew this gave him a completely unobstructed view of my pink little asshole and probably a pretty good view of my pussy as well.

My face burned as he continued to manipulate my tender flesh and I couldn't help but squirm under his ministrations. I could feel my pussy getting wetter, juices collecting and spreading the closer he got to my inner thighs again and suddenly all I cared about was that he touch me there, that my aching pussy found some relief. I squirmed lower trying to reach his hand which still lingered on my inner thigh.

I could hear him chuckling softly as I rotated my hips and I could hear my breathing getting deeper and heavier.

I finally got my wish when Jake picked up the bottle of lotion and with a fresh dollop on his finger he started at the base of my tailbone and dragged it maddeningly slowly down, over my tight asshole, smearing lotion all the way, then lower across my pussy and all the way to my clit. My body jumped when his finger finally came into contact with my clit and Jake's other hand found my ass, pressing me firmly back down to the chaise while his thick index finger, now slick with my juices rubbed soft little circles around my engorged clit. 

I was moaning out loud now and couldn't seem to stop myself.

With one hand still circling and pinching my clit Jakes other hand moved lower and an equally thick finger began circling and rubbing lotion all around my ass hole. Part of me knew he was going to invade that virgin territory but I still gasped and bucked against him when he began slowly working his finger in a little at a time. When his finger was fully engulfed in my ass he pulled it just as slowly out before plunging it in again. At the same time his fingers left my clit and found my soaking wet pussy. He easily worked one finger into my tight hole and quickly added a second. With a finger in my ass and two in my pussy I felt fuller than I'd ever felt with my ex-boyfriends dick and I was groaning out loud and rocking my hips, trying to work his finger or the chair, anything against my now neglected clit.

"God, you are a hot little piece of ass," Jake said, thrusting a third finger into my already full pussy.

I was going crazy with the need to come and I would have done anything at that moment that he asked of me.

"You want to come, little girl?" he asked his voice deep right against my ear.

"Yessss" I whispered, squirming madly beneath him.

"Good girl, but first you have to give Daddy a hand, don't you think? It's not fair for you to have all the fun, right?"

"Mmm-hmmm" I mumbled mindlessly as he suddenly pulled all of his fingers from my body and pulled me to a sitting position on the side of the chair in front of him.

I found myself face to face with the now clearly enormous and fully engorged bulge in his tight shorts.

"I helped you out of your bottoms, sweetness, I think it's time you returned the favor."

My hands moved up mechanically and pulled the snug cotton down. I kept my eyes cast down as I pushed the shorts all the way to his ankles and watched him casually kick them away. Bringing my eyes back level I gasped as the largest cock and heaviest balls I'd ever seen materialized in front of them. Not that I'd seen a lot in person, mind you, but like any internet addicted American teen I'd done my fair share of searching for porn. Jake's cock was about 8" long which I guess is about average but it was thicker around than my hand could reach, the head even thicker and the overall affect just made it look huge. I was surprised to see that his balls which hung low and heavy were shaved clean. I'd brought my hands up instinctively and was now stroking it one hand over the other as Jake brought his own hands down around my sides and began massaged my boobs, pulling the nipples out from my body and then twisting them, almost painfully, until letting go and letting them spring back before doing the same thing all over again.

"Use your mouth, sweetness, I want to see my cock sliding into your pretty little mouth."

Without hesitation I took him in my mouth and managed to slide most of the way down before his cock hit the back of my throat and I began backing up. He let me work at this pace for a moment before his hands wrapped around the back of my head and as my mouth moved down his shaft he began pressing his cock even deeper, trying to work it into my throat. Initially, I panicked a bit and tried to pull back but his hands kept pressing me back and although I gagged a few times and heard him chuckling above me I worked on relaxing and swallowing until suddenly in one fell swoop with lots of pressure from him on the back of my head I found that my nose was pressed firmly against the clipped public hair above his cock and my bottom lip and chin rested squarely on his shaved balls. He held me there for a moment until I felt I was going to start struggling for breath and then he pulled me by my now loosened hair completely off his cock. He pulled me up so that I was standing crushed to his chest. My head resting just under his chin and he tilted my face toward his, his mouth covering mine, his tongue plunging deeply into my mouth, forcing me to respond in kind. As we kissed deeply he held me tight against him with one hand while the other roamed my body, cupping my tit, rubbing roughened fingertips across sensitive nipples, cupping my ass and then sliding a finger up through my dripping wet pussy. 

Breaking our kiss, he half walked and half dragged me to the big round lounger under an umbrella a few feet away. The outdoor bed was padded and he lay down heavily across it, dragging me down with him so that my legs straddled his and then he pushed me up, his cock standing straight up just in front of my belly. 

"Ride me, sweetness, shove my cock into your tight pussy, and ride me until you come."

Our bodies were slick with sweat now and my arms shook as I raised myself up and repositioned my pussy over his cock. I tried lowering myself gently but Jake had other ideas and he grabbed my hips and forced me down hard, impaling me on his cock in one swift movement. 

I threw my head back and groaned gutturally. After that he let me set the pace and I fucked him slow and steady at first then faster as I got closer to coming. The whole time he pinched and pulled at my tender nipples, urging me on, every once in awhile pausing in his assault on my breasts to give me a couple of quick hard slaps on the ass which always made me clench my pussy even tighter over his dick. 

I came first, my whole body shaking, my eyes squeezed shut, my breath shallow and heavy and still he pumped beneath me, watching me come. He slowed as my body calmed and my breathing returned to normal. 

"Beautiful, baby, just beautiful." He was smiling smugly now. "I just knew you were going to be a hot little slut as soon as I saw you."

I just stared him in the eye, still rocking on his throbbing cock. He was right after all, I'd just fucked him with only the slightest provocation, my own step-mother's husband. Somehow I couldn't really work up any regret just yet. I still felt too good.

"Take a break from riding, sweetness." He pushed me off him and helped reposition me the way he wanted. "Lay here and let Daddy do some of the work." He arranged me so that I was on my back with my head hanging off the edge of the raised outdoor lounger.

He stood over my head, spreading his legs slightly and I saw suddenly what he wanted as he slid his cock which was perfectly aligned with my upside down mouth, into it's willing wetness. In this position he had all the control as he fucked my mouth and with the back of my head pressed against the padded bed his cock slid easily down my throat as he pumped unmercifully. All I could do was try to breathe in time with his strokes and work on my gag reflex. Once he got a good rhythm going and I was using my hands to steady his thighs his hands found my nipples again, crushing them between strong fingers and then massaging my entire tits in his massive hands. I wouldn't have thought it possible but I found myself feeling turned on all over again and without giving it any thought I allowed one of my hands to snake down to my exposed and well-fucked pussy. As my fingers worked busily at my clit Jakes suddenly began slapping my tits, watching them redden and wobble as his cock pistoned in and out of my mouth and throat.




Sweetness Ch. 01



"God, Megan, you really are a slut aren't you? Look at you, you're turned on again already."

I moaned, trying to sound like I was agreeing with him around his cock in my mouth.

"You like it rough, huh?" he asked as he continued to slap my now burning tits.

"mmm-hmmm..." I managed around my mouthful of his meat.

"Let's see how rough you like it, then"

With that he pulled out of my mouth and before I knew it he'd flipped me around so that I was leaning, face down, over the edge of the lounger.

Kicking my knees wide apart I felt a sudden pressure, not at my pussy but at my still virgin (except for his finger that is) asshole.

"No..." I started to protest, only to feel a sharp slap, followed by another on my ass.

And with that the thick round head of his cock breached my tight ass and more harsh slaps rained down on my ass as he worked his cock deeper inside me.

"Don't tell Daddy no, little girl. Little sluts like you need to do as your told and right now Daddy wants to fuck this tight little ass." He was almost all the way inside me now. "Tell Daddy you want him to fuck your ass. Tell him you're his little slut and you'll do anything he wants."

A few more warning slaps rained down when I didn't speak up right away.

"Yes Daddy," I stammered. "I want you to fuck my ass. Anything you want, I'll do anything."

"Beg me slut." Now he'd fully imbedded himself and he began working himself in and out of me. I couldn't believe the incredible feelings he'd brought out in me. The slaps and the ass fucking had only made me hotter and I wanted desperately to come again.

"Oh God, Daddy, please fuck my ass. Come inside my ass, I want to feel you inside me." I was really into it now.

My words had some kind of effect on him as he reached beneath me and began rubbing my clit hard as he pumped hard and fast into me. 

"Oh God, Daddy, I'm gonna cum. Please, Daddy I want to cum."

Moments later I did just that as Jake continued to stroke my clit and then he was bucking against me, his cock jerking as he spilled hot seed inside my ass. 

And we lay there across the chaise, his softening cock still inside me, both of us sweating and breathing heavily we heard a tinkling giggle from across the deck. I glanced over to see my step-mother, Cindy leaning casually in the open doorway that led out onto the deck. I couldn't read her gaze at first and it took me a minute to really notice that she had one hand inside her loose work-out shorts, that her cheeks were flushed, and her hard nipples were poking through the thin tank top that she wore.

Jake's voice boomed in my ear.

"Well, hello darlin', it's about time you got home to join us."

*

*Let me know what you think, I'm already anticipating this story taking a darker turn as Cindy becomes involved and Jake has two dolls to play with.



Sweetness Ch. 01



Jamie and Rin lay in bed together, each of them all of eighteen years old, each of them covered with a light sheen of sweat. Rin was still cuddled around Jamie, his chest pressed against the smaller man's back. 

"I'm going to be late to work," Jamie murmured, even though he made no move to leave the bed. 

"You're already late," said Rin, tightening his grip around Jamie. "In for a penny..."

"I don't think that's how lateness works," Jamie argued, lamely (Jamie was bad at arguing when he didn't want to win). 

"Based on my extensive experience of never having had a job before, I think it totally is," Rin said, and Jamie seemed to agree, because he snuggled even closer. 

Rin's cock was nestled in the crack of Jamie's bare ass with their legs braided together. Rin could have stayed here all day; he was sure that something about Jamie's skin was addictive.

Rin may have only been in love because he was eighteen and didn't know any better, but he was still in love. 

After a few more minutes intertwined together, Jamie spoke again.

"You're really sure?" Jamie asked, and Rin did not have to ask to what it referred. 

"Never been more sure of anything," Rin said. "I've got the car and all the cash I could scrounge. I'll pick you up when your shift ends."

"My shift'll end late if I don't get out of here," Jamie grumbled. With heavy limbs, he began to slip out from within the comfort of Rin's arms.

When he got up he twisted back to see Rin still lying on the bed, staring at him. Jamie bent over the bed, intending to give his boyfriend a quick goodbye-till-later peck. 

Rin's arms came up around his neck and Jamie's mouth open and their tongues slid together in a dazzling kiss that left Jamie weak-kneed and growing hard again. 

"Say it again," Jamie murmured against Rin's lips.

"I love you," Rin offered. 

"Love you too, but that's not what I mean," Jamie said, breaking away regretfully so that he could shrug on jeans and a t-shirt. "Tell me our plan again."

"We're running away, Jamie boy," Rin whispered. Jamie almost laughed with joy at the sound of it. "We're running away together. You won't have to see your mother ever again, or me my father, and they won't have any legal way to get us back. We'll get an apartment together, and work. It won't be perfect, but...but I'll have you. And you've always had me."

Jamie melted a little, even as he rummaged around the mess of clothes on the floor, trying to find his wallet and keys. 

"I'll see you after work," he said, bending down for one last kiss that had him yearning for more. 

Jamie ran from Rin's room and out to the bus stop. Thankfully the bus was running late too, and the 23 made it to the bakery within five minutes of the beginning of his shift. 

Jamie was giddy with anticipation as he worked. He hummed to himself while he cleaned, grinned at all the dishes, and flirted shamelessly with all of the customers. He was an adult now, and he was going to leave. He was finally going to leave.

Rin needed more cash. Jamie had his paychecks and he had his too, but two minimum-wage jobs weren't going to cut it for the beginning. They needed to get far away, and travel wasn't cheap. Then they needed time to get new jobs, and in the meantime they'd need food and enough cash to convince a landlord to get them a lease. Life was a costly, needy operation.

When he left for downtown, Rin hid his form in baggy clothes, his skin with dirt, and his face with a grubby cap. The malls and shopping centers were crowded with the Sunday afternoon throngs, and Rin had skills beyond dishwashing and U.S. history class. Rin had light, nimble fingers, quick enough to lift a wallet, slip out the cash, and return it. He was skilled enough to run a low-risk, slow-burn sort of a theft, and he didn't need much. 

Rin did feel regret over the theft, but the twinges of conscience were overwhelmed by his need for the money and the heavy weight of his cynicism. Rin and Jamie weren't idealistic idiots running away for some naïve idea of love. They had tried living as it was, but Rin was running out of skin to bruise. And Jamie...physically Jamie was doing fine, but he was dying, Rin could see it. Rin could see it because he loved Jamie, and Jamie's parents didn't. Even if their relationship didn't last, it would be better that each of them was out of the house, high school or no high school.

They were going to leave tonight; they'd been planning for months now. Rin was going to pick Jamie up in six hours. He just needed an extra few hundred bucks, and he'd be willing to rip off every single shopper in this mall for that. 

Rin twirled through the crowds, following slipstreams while his hands executed a complex dance of snatch, retrieve, and return. Rin was a good thief. He just wasn't very good at picking targets. When he saw the Japanese man in the full suit, and slipped his hand into the man's bulging back pocket, he'd expected a fat load of twenties. 

He had not expected a gun, and the iron grip on his wrist. The stern Japanese business man had faster reflexes, superior weaponry, and a name that was legend in organized crime. 

Rin was caught, trailing after the man as though his hand were still stuck in the crime boss's back pocket. Rin He was caught deeper in this world than a casual pickpocket had ever wanted to go. And he couldn't exactly explain to Mr. Oshiro and company that he needed to leave to pick up his boyfriend.

Jamie waited for hours after his shift, camped out on the sidewalk, with his head in his palms and his phone clutched between his fingers. He called Rin four times and texted him seven times. Then he sighed and took the bus home. 

That Sunday Rin's absence hurt like a knife-wound, a sharp throbbing right under his ribs. The pain was so blinding that Jamie barely even noticed his mother's insults and the predatory way that she hugged him, almost as if she knew that she almost lost him. She had not done...that thing in a long time, not since Jamie was so young that his memories blurred, but she still touched him far, far too intimately. 

But Jamie couldn't do anything about it, because he was a coward. He was a coward, and he knew he couldn't run away alone. It had been terrifying but worth it with Rin by his side, but without Rin, he barely even felt like the legal adult he knew he was. He knew that his mother would track him down, would use him dropping out as an excuse. He visited Rin's house, but Rin wasn't there anymore—and neither was his father, by the looks of it. 

The pain faded, over time, into a lasting dull ache that settled into Jamie's bones. It hurt every morning when he woke up, every night when he went to bed, in his working day and in his dreams. Jamie tried to use other sources of pain, like razor blades and knives, to distract him. But the relief was only fleeting, and the aftermath of the endorphin rush left him more empty than he felt before.

Even without a coping mechanism, even without a boyfriend or an escape, Jamie lasted. He survived his mothers abuse. He survived until he graduated, moved out the old fashioned way, and began to work his way up the culinary ladder. He gained financial independence and then he cut all ties of communication to anyone who shared his last name. 

The years grew on Jamie like a callus. Jamie was a marathoner, not a sprinter. It took him time to commit to Rin in the first place, as they made their way shyly together through high school. But he gave his heart away, and that was for forever. Now Jamie could focus on work, studying, travelling when he could, learning by embarrassing himself in front of other, better chefs. He could date sparingly, only to curb his periodic lust. He could bring people joy with the sweet things that he made for them. And that was it. 

Mr. Oshiro was charmed by the little pickpocket he had captured. He was charmed by Rin, and he owned Rin. When Mr. Oshiro took someone under his wing, their life changed. Or more specifically, they were pulled from their life and shoved off the high slope of a new one. 

Rin's father did not survive Mr. Oshiro learning about the origin of Rin's constant new injuries. Rin moved out shortly afterwards, though he still visited his mother regularly. His mother did not know what Rin did for a living. Sometimes Rin wished that he didn't know either, but he was very good at it. 

Rin had a knack for knowing who he should trust and who he should kill. He had the affability and bargaining skills of a natural salesman, and as per Mr. Oshiro's advice he never dabbled in the product. Anything he couldn't do, he trained until he fixed it. Most importantly, Rin kept himself safe with solitude. There were girls who tried to get close—and boys who tried to get close, once they learned Rin's tastes. But it was always understood that, no matter whose company he enjoyed and for however long, when Rin went to sleep, he slept alone. It was so while he worked his way through the top, and it continued as such through the end of Mr. Oshiro's career.

Mr. Oshiro, whose first name Rin never knew and never asked for, did not retire. His was not a position that often led to a peaceful retirement to a nice summer home. After only seven years together Mr. Oshiro was killed by a rival, the head of a faction within the gang who thought that they were ready for new leadership. They got what they wanted, in a way: they got Rin. They got Rin and they either proved themselves loyal or they were killed. That had been over two years ago, and Rin had since presided over a period of prosperity. 

Rin's birthday party was meant to be an expression of that. They took out a private room in an exclusive French restaurant and filled it with tables and tables of Rin's workers. They drank wine and gave toasts and gave expensive presents. They were all fine gifts, high-quality watches and ties, new guns and knives, nice things that Rin liked and used. None of them were personal. 

After dinner there was cake, dark chocolate mixed with a kick of chili powder in the pastry, drenched in chocolate icing and cinnamon icing red roses. Rin loved the cake, and he loved looking at hardened killers, high functioning addicts, and disgruntled violent teens all moan over a cake. 

He called the head server over with a look. She was about his age and blonde, sweet but incredibly tired-looking. No one had been rude (Rin would not have tolerated any rudeness from his underlings), but she had still earned her tip for tonight. 

"This is truly splendid," he said. "Would you mind calling the chef out so that I can thank him or her personally?"

"He'll be right out, sir."

The waitress, Alice, took off in her long-legged stride towards the kitchen. It was almost the end of the night, and she was just relieved that the customers were happy. They were a terrifying bunch. It wasn't the obvious weapons, the tattoos, the bulging muscles, or even the barely-veiled references that made it obvious that these were not men or women to be messed with. It was the politeness, especially of the birthday boy. The man at the head of the table, though younger than many of his fellows, was obviously the big man on campus. He was well-spoken and kind, not to mention well dressed and undoubtedly handsome. Alice was terrified of him. 

She pushed open the French doors to the busy kitchen, dodging the rushing chefs and waiters and dishwashers to reach the dessert kitchen. Technically, the whole kitchen belonged to Stefan, the executive chef, but this whole domain of fresh-bread and sugar was under Jamie's control tonight. 

Alice found Jamie painstakingly folding together the last step for a chocolate soufflé. 

"One of the customers wants to thank you," she said, jerking her thumb in the direction of the private room. "The big party, with the pre-ordered cake?"

"Check," said Jamie, spooning the mixture into a ramekin that was already coated with butter and sugar. "Let me just finish this off."

"Got it," said Alice as she prepared to run back out. "But just a warning? I wouldn't keep these guys waiting too long."

Jamie frowned as he slid the soufflé into the oven. He called Kiki over and nodded his head towards the oven. 

"Watch this for me, will ya?" he said. "And there was also—"

"I got it, boss," Kiki interrupted. "Go get flattered."

Jamie laughed and straightened out his stained white coat. He loved moving up to a four-star restaurant, working as a real pastry chef with a real pastry kitchen and the chance to innovate. But he missed the customer interaction from working in bakeries and casual cafes. Jamie needed to feed people; he always had. He couldn't help it if he wanted to see them once they were fed. 

Jamie wound his way between the chairs, a wiry figure in a dirty apron and clean sleeves. He approached the private room from behind, circling the table to see the man at the head.

When he saw Rin, Jamie just stared. The years had been kind to his ex-boyfriend, filling Rin out with hard muscles to match his height. He still wore his remarkable wavy black hair long, so that it curved around his almond eyes and strong chin. There was more to those eyes than there had been before, Jamie could see it. There was more to Rin than there had been before. Jamie wanted to stare at him long enough to discover what it was. 

Then their eyes met. It took Rin only a few moments to notice the white-frocked man in the corner of the room, and much less to recognize him. 

Jamie was still slim—Rin didn't know how he'd managed it with his job, but perhaps the small-but-strong muscles shifting beneath the surface of his smooth skin ought to be a bit of an indication. Jamie's lips were still full, his eyes still bright blue and piercing. Rin was bombarded with memories of kissing the sensitive spots on Jamie's neck, and the way that Jamie blushed when Rin touched him, and the way he laughed, and the way he took care of Rin's bruises after his father had hurt him. He also remembered how much he had hurt Jamie the day that he had met Mr. Oshiro. 

Rin and Jamie had been frozen, staring at each other, for what could have been part of a second or could have been an hour. Then Jamie turned on his heel and fled.

Rin had to suppress the urge to sprint after him. The room was too crowded to sneak away without making a scene, and Rin did not want to draw attention to Jamie. That wouldn't be safe. 

He simply reached out to the waitress again, asked a few questions, nodded, and waited until the party was over. He thanked everyone profusely, and smiled, and refused multiple times to let others pay the bill. He paid Alice, with an 18% tip, and walked out the front of the restaurant. 

He then immediately circled around the back to wait, as Jamie's shift should be ending in thirty minutes. According to Alice, a less experienced pastry chef could head up the kitchen late at night, and Jamie was needed mildly early tomorrow to make bread bowls and finish cake orders. 

While he waited Rin ran his hands through his hair and checked the fit of his grey pants and white button-down shirt. He hadn't been self-conscious about the way he looked in a long time, but then, he hadn't seen Jamie in a long time either. 

He waited out there for forty-five minutes, until Jamie finally poked his head out of the door. He had taken his apron off and stood in skinny jeans and a slim-cut tee, with a backpack thrown over his shoulders. Sure, he had grown up, but in that moment he looked like the same old Jamie. Rin felt suddenly very old. 

"Hey," Rin said, because in forty-five minutes of planning he couldn't think of anything better. 

Immediately Jamie hunched his shoulders up by his ears and froze. His eyes were wide like a trapped animal's. Rin knew this reaction too well, but he hated to see it in Jamie. 

"Why are you here?" Jamie asked. 

"I saw you, and...and I wanted to apologize." 

"Oh, for which part?" Jamie asked. He let his anger bleed into his voice. "For dumping me, for never explaining why, or for making plans that made me think that my life was getting better only to yank it away?"

"All of it," said Rin. "I am so, so sorry, Jamie."

The wind whipped against them, and Jamie shivered. Even in the warm day he felt like a figurehead on the prow of a ship, buffeted by strong salty waves. He pulled a tattered peacoat from his backpack and put it on, buttoning himself in from hips to neck.  

"That's nice," said Jamie. "Now I've got to be going."

He set off resolutely towards his bike, but the sound of Rin's voice easily pulled him back. Jamie cursed his own spinelessness, his lovelorn desperation. 

"Can I...can I tell you why, please?" Rin asked. 

"Will it help?" 

"Jamie, I know I haven't earned this," Rin said, hanging his head. "But will you sit down with me? Come and get coffee with me, or something? Catch up?"

"You're right," Jamie said. "You haven't earned this. You can explain here right now or you can piss off again."

Rin sighed and began, "The day that we were going to leave together, I went downtown to grab a little extra cash by...well, by stealing it."

Rin searched Jamie's face for a reaction and found only the barest hint of surprise. Rin had always been good at reading faces (it was vital in his line of work), but Jamie was doing his best to keep his face thoroughly closed. 

"And I happened to steal from the wrong guy. In fact, from the head of an international crime syndicate."

Jamie looked startled, worried, and then blank again. Rin pressed on. 

"Mr. Ochiro took me to his house, threatened me, tested me, and found me worthy of teaching. But by doing so, he took me from the rest of my life."

"Did he take your phone, too?" Jamie demanded. "And lock you up for years, without access to the outside world?"

"No," said Rin. "But I...Jamie, I was terrified. I was stupid, and I was just eighteen—"

"So was I."

"Jamie, I thought you'd get killed!" Rin jumped up and advanced close to Jamie, gesturing frantically all the while. "They killed my father because he was getting in my way. Later on someone else killed Mom because they thought it would get to me. I couldn't reach out to you; I couldn't handle it if...what if...what if they killed you too?"

Rin's voice had gone low, hitched like a sob, almost breaking. Part of Jamie wanted to forgive him and kiss it all better. He ignored that part. 

"You should have told me," he said. "You should have told me so that I could make the decision with you. Or you can have just talked to me. Even if you didn't explain, you could have said anything. Seriously, anything. Ever."

Jamie gathered speed while he spoke, drawing great gulps of air so that he could speak louder and louder until he was almost yelling. He was also advancing on Rin, circling him a hunter stalks its prey, coming a step closer each time. 

"And you...if you weren't so busy being the big dramatic hero of your own personal action movie, then you would have figured that out!"

Jamie was right next to Rin by then, so close he could reach out and grab him if he wanted to. 

"You would have figured out," Jamie continued, with a dangerously low voice. "That I was already willing to change my whole life for you, and that I love you, and that you were throwing that away like it meant nothing!"

"You said love," said Rin.

"What?"

"Present tense," Rin said. "Not past tense. Love, not loved. You love me."

"I don't—I..."

"I love you too," Rin said. "Always have, always will."

Rin reached forward and pressed his lips to Jamie's, wrapping his arms around the smaller man's waist and kissing him desperately. Jamie opened his mouth immediately, too dazed by pleasure and long-repressed want to put up a front anymore. Their tongues battled and their hands roamed outside the back of Jamie's restaurant. 




Sweetness Ch. 01



Rin tasted like cake, and like something long-forgotten that made Jamie swoon. They still fit together perfectly, despite the many years apart. It was almost enough to forgive and forget. Almost. 

Jamie broke the kiss and tried to step back, contrary to the desires of his traitorous body. He really ought to say something. It was hard to make arguments when he was still high on kissing, but he needed at least to try. 

"You can't..." Jamie started. His voice was embarrassingly breathy, so he tried again. "You can't just pop up out of nowhere and do that. You fucked up, and now we're fucked up. And what the hell happened to the whole "ditch me for my own protection" bullshit? Did you realize that that was a flimsy excuse or did you decide that I'm not worth protecting anymore?" 

"Flimsy excuse, actually," said Rin. "Will you...will you give me another chance? With you? Please?"

Jamie looked at him, up and down and back up again, until Rin couldn't bear the wait. Then Rin waited some more. 

"Do you still have my number?" Jamie asked. 

"Oh! Yeah! Does that mean—"

"You can call me, yeah," said Jamie. "But know that we're not doing that thing where I make you apologize and jump through hoops so much until I go overboard and you resent me and I owe you an apology. We're starting over, OK?"

"OK," said Rin. He watched as Jamie walked away, straddled—it was not helping Rin's situation of desperate horniness right now, to think about straddling—his motorcycle, and took off. Rin was left behind, with a haul of birthday presents and a valet insistent on returning his car keys, and the permission to plan a first date. 

Almost immediate he sent: hey. I'd really like to get to know you better. Meet me for coffee sometime?

Then Rin slipped behind the wheel of his car and drove home. His birthday celebrations were over, and he always had work to do.



Sweetness Ch. 02



Chapter 1 of this story got mistakenly classified into BDSM but since I had intended it to take a darker turn I've left it there. Chapter 2 definitely takes a darker turn and if the feedback is good, Chapter 3 will truly belong in BDSM. Thanks for the input.

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Two days ago I'd been innocently if self-consciously living with my step-mom Cindy and her husband Jake for the summer. Then, Jake had come onto me by the pool and Cindy had caught us and my life had turned into a living hell that I didn't know how I'd ever get out of. Somehow that event had led to my current predicament; hands tied behind my back, forced to my knees between two black men who were forcing me to take turns sucking and licking their massive cocks. But, let me backtrack and tell you how it came to this...

I'd started bawling when I'd seen Cindy watching Jake and I from the doorway. She didn't look mad, quite the opposite, but I felt horribly guilty and couldn't believe what I'd just done. Especially now that I had come and was no longer so horny and could see Jake again with clear eyes. He was hairy and overweight and nothing that I was normally attracted to. What had I been thinking?

I'd run into the house and thrown myself into the shower. Finally clean I'd wrapped a towel around me and stepped into my bedroom. All I wanted was to track my Dad down and ask him to buy me a plane ticket home. I made it halfway across the room, intent on getting dressed before I noticed Cindy sitting on a chair at the foot of my bed. 

"Hi Megan." She was still smiling and still didn't look angry although I couldn't fathom why.

"I'm so sorry, Cindy. I can't believe what we did. I'll go home right away." I was tearing up again but Cindy just smiled wider.

"Oh Megan," she sighed. "You're not going anywhere. Things are working out just like we'd hoped."

I just stood there blinking, not sure what I was hearing.

"You aren't a little girl anymore, Megan," Cindy continued. "Jake noticed right away and it took him noticing to make me notice but you are a beautiful, sexy woman and you obviously responded to Jake."

"But, I don't know why." I cried out. "I wasn't even attracted to him."

Cindy chuckled again.

"It's okay," she soothed. "That's how we knew this would all work out. Some women are drawn to powerful men and Jake fits that bill."

I just shook my head, feeling dumb, but still unsure where she was going with all of this.

"Megan, my life changed forever when I met Jake. He took control almost immediately and at first I pulled away but before long I craved it. I wasn't happy unless I was making him happy, no matter what he told me to do..." she trailed off, seeming to hesitate and then finished her thought. "And now, Megan, we see that potential in you. I want you to keep an open mind and I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

I was sitting on my bed now with my towel still wrapped around me and Cindy crossed the room and sat down next to me. I shrank away but she was surprisingly insistent, hugging me close and stroking my bare arm.

"You liked fucking him didn't you, even though you knew he was manipulating you?"

"No," I lied. "I just got caught up in the moment. I just want to go home now."

"Shhh..." Cindy hushed me. "This is all new but we don't want to lose momentum. Why don't you just lay back and let me relax you."

And then she was pushing me gently back. I started to lay down and then realized that she was seducing me just like Jake had. My own step-mother. I jumped up and turned to face her.

"Stop it, Cindy. I don't want this. You're basically my mother. How could you do this?"

"But, I'm not your mother, Megan. I'm just a woman who fell in love with your father and yes, with you too. I cared for you as a girl and now that you're a woman I still care for you. This is just taking it to the next level."

She'd moved in close again and was stroking my arms with both hands.

"NO!" I exploded and shoved her back. Turning, I wrenched the door open and ran smack into Jake's naked chest. He was wearing his swim trunks again but nothing else. 

"Now, that's no way to treat your step-mom, little girl. Not when she's just trying to be sweet to you."

Jake had me in his iron grip and turned me to face Cindy.

"Now, you go apologize and give Cindy a kiss before her feelings get hurt."

I was crying and could barely see as I took a few steps toward Cindy. 

"Don't do this," I implored her as I approached. "I don't want this." 

I guess I knew on some level that it was all up to Jake but I couldn't turn and face him.

I reached Cindy who had opened her arms to me.

For a second I though everything was going to be alright as she enveloped me in her arms, her head nestled against my shoulder and her arms wrapped around my waist. I allowed myself to wrap my own arms around her neck, thinking maybe she was just comforting me and was about to tell me it was all okay, just a misunderstanding, when I felt her fingers at the edges of my towel where I'd tucked it in under my arm. The fabric loosened with a quick pluck and fell to my feet before I could grab it. And, quicker than I thought possible, her arms were around my waist again, holding me tight.

"It's okay, Megan," she assured me after all. "Just relax and enjoy this."

"Noooo..." I groaned, crying again and suddenly Jake pulled me roughly from her grasp.

He whipped me around to face him.

"Look, sweetness," his voice was dangerously low. "I'm losing my patience. Your step-mother is trying to romance you when all I really want is to see her fuck you. You can do it her way or my way but somehow I think you'll enjoy her way better for now." 

"I can't," I shook my head and tried to twist away. "I just can't," I sobbed. They couldn't be so heartless could they?

I got my answer a moment later when Jake smacked me across the face, hard.

I'd never been hit before in my life and it silenced me and took my breath away all at the same time.

I glanced to Cindy, expecting to see her jump in and protect me. Instead I caught her smiling to herself and unzipping the short skirt she was wearing.

This caused a renewed panic in me and I made the mistake of trying to pull away from Jake again.

This time he sat hard on the chair by the door and pulled me across his lap. 

His hand rained down on my ass so hard and so fast I couldn't have counted the strokes if I'd tried. I cried all the harder of course but eventually stopped struggling and the blows became slower and more thoughful as he began to pause in between to caress the aching flesh of my ass.

Across the room Cindy was naked and leaning back spread eagle on my bed. Her body was tight and toned and tan all over. Her pussy shaved bare, her body better than most women ten years her junior. She lazily played with her pussy while she watched Jake beat me.

This finally seemed to catch his attention.

"Now, look what you're doing to your poor step-mommy, sweetness" he said, turning me to face her full on.

"You've got Cindy all hot and bothered and you're still over here being a bad little slut."

He pulled me up by my hair and positioned me so that I was sitting on his lap but facing away from him. Both of his big hands went to my breasts, pinching and playing with me thick nipples. 

"Now, what's gonna happen here sweetness is that you are going to go play with step-mommy Cindy so that Daddy can watch. You're going to do anything Cindy wants you to and you're going to let her do anything she wants to you. No crying, no begging, no nothing except enthusiasm to be fucking such a beautiful woman."

He rolled my nipples between his big fingers especially hard.

"Do you understand, Megan?"

"But... I..." I started to stammer a response and then trailed off in a muted scream as his fingers crushed my sensitive nipples.

"Now, I don't like to have to give you the rules more than once, sweetness. I will twist your nipples until you feel like they are going to twist right off and then I'll start on that ass again but this time with my leather belt. So, once again, and let me remind you that the answer is a simple yes, do you understand what is about to happen here?"

"Yes." My answer was meek but it was sincere. I knew there was no way out of this now and I couldn't stand another crushing blow to my throbbing nipples and I coudn't begin to imagine being beat with a leather belt. I was going to have to live through this scenario and then find a way to get out of the house afterwards.

"Good girl, Megan," and he pushed me roughly up from his lap. "Now, I believe you owe your step-mother that apology we discussed and a big old kiss."

Cindy beckoned me toward the open space between her legs. 

"Come here Megan, I won't bite," then she giggled. "Well, not yet anyway."

I crawled up on my knees in front of her and remembering Jake's words I managed a soft, "I'm sorry Cindy," to appease her.

"That's alright sugar," she said taking my face between her hands. "I just wish you wouldn't have fought it so hard."

And then, she kissed me the way I never could have imagined I would ever be kissed by her.

Her tongue moved insistently between my lips until it found mine and she kissed me softly and intently, rubbing her lips along mine, and alternating with her tongue, even nibbling and sucking lightly on my lips.

At the same time her fingerips moved softly down my face and neck, over my shoulders and then over the full tops of my breasts. I winced as she neared my sore nipples but she simply grazed over them with the lightest of touches, making them pucker into rock hard nubs and sending a fluttery little shock into my pussy.

I wanted to deny it to myself but I knew what I'd felt and my body was betraying my mind. I was turned on physically even though I was still shocked mentally by the whole situation.

"Have you ever tasted a pussy, Megan?" Cindy asked, trailing her lips to my earlobe and nipping it gently.

"No, never," I stammered, my heart beating fast.

"Well, I want you to taste mine. First I want to feel you suck on my nipples and then I want you to make me come with your tongue."

With both hands now, she gently but firmly pushed my head down until I was level with her beautiful,round breasts. Her nipples were smaller than mine and soft and pink looking. Gently, I reached my tongue out to taste one. It felt odd, but not unpleasant and I sucked it into my mouth, barely compressing it at first and then growing bolder and sucking harder as Cindy moaned and writhed beneath me, pushing my head hard into her, encouraging me to suck harder. I moved from one breast to the other and glanced up to see Cindy throwing her head back and closing her eyes. I still wanted to be anywhere but here and I was burning with shame and embarrassment, especially knowing that Jake was behind us, watching. Yet, part of me felt satisfied that Cindy was obviously turned on. 

At her urging, I reluctantly trailed my mouth and tongue down over her stomach and settled myself lying flat between her legs. To get the balance I neede on the narrow bed I hung one leg off the side of the bed and I realized as I tasted her for the first time that this afforded Jake a perfect birds eye view of my open pussy. 

Cindy was wet and salty. I licked her slit tentatively at first, concentrating on the small hard nub of her clit, thinking I wanted this over as quickly as possible. Soon, though, she began guiding me lower, pushing my head down manually. I took the hint and licked her from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit. I repeated this a few times and then, thinking about what I liked, experimentally I poked my tongue into her tight pussy a little on the next pass. 

"Oh shit, Megan," she murmured, "are you sure you've never done this before?"

"mmm-hmmm" was my muffled response and I found myself oddly proud but still embarrassed that she had complimented me.

"Is sweetness doing a good job on your pussy, there, hon?" Jake's voice surprised me, I'd been doing a good job of blocking him out for awhile now.

"She is doing an awesome job, baby. Are you enjoying the view?"

"Oh, I'm enjoying it alright," Jake chuckled.

I don't know how long I continued to lick my step-mother but after what seemed like forever with her writhing under me, she suddenly inserted her manicured hand over her clit and stopped me from licking her.

"That was awesome, Megan," she purred as she pushed me up onto all fours. "But, Mommy wants to have a little taste of her baby before she comes."

I let her position me and found myself facing Jake at the foot of the bed. I was on all fours and Cindy moved in behind me.

I felt her breath on my ass first and then a cold, wet touch directly on my tight little asshole.

I jumped like a cat but she stayed right with me and pulled back into position.

"Next time you lick Mommy's pussy, sweetness, you'll have to remember that she loves her ass licked as much as her clit so I'm gonna show you how great it feels."

My cheeks burned and I kept my head lowered so that I didn't have to see Jake sitting a couple of feet from me. I'd already glanced his way long enough to see that he'd gotten rid of his shorts and was lazily stroking his cock while he watched us.

Cindy circled my tight hole with her tongue until I could feel her spit running down onto my pussy then darted her tongue as deep into my ass as she could. I was disappointed in myself to find that I was starting to enjoy it.

Eventually, she began moving lower, dividing her attentions between my asshole, dripping wet pussy, and my clit which was so engorged it felt like it was poking out like a little dick.

She made me come by sucking on my clit and I couldn't help but throw my head back as my body shook with convulsions. I opened my eyes as I finally came back to myself only to find Jake staring at me intently.

I looked down again and wondered what Cindy would make me do next. She surprised me by pushing me to a sitting position and then pausing briefly to whisper in Jake's ear she left the bed. I nervously glanced his way but he just watched me and continued to lazily jerk his cock.

Cindy returned in a moment with a small bottle. I read the label as she got closer and realized it was a sexual lubricant.

"Megan," she said, handing me the bottle. I want you to get your fingers nice and slippery and then I want you to use two of them to get my asshole nice and slippery for Daddy."

My hands shook, but I couldn't help but admit that I was glad it was her ass and not mine.

She leaned over in front of me, her legs spread wide, and I massaged the slick lube into her tight ass.

I felt the bed give as Jake sat down next to me but there was nowhere I could go. His arm wrapped around me and one hand began kneading and playing with my breasts.

I worked my fingers deep into Cindy's ass and finally she pulled away and picked the lube up again.

"Now, you'll need to get Daddy nice and slippery," she said and handed the bottle to me once again.

I hesitated for a moment but knew there was nothing I could do. I turned sideways facing Jake and poured a big dollop of the oil onto my palm. I worked the oil into his already rock hard cock and was surprised to find that Cindy had pressed herself up against me from behind and began massaging my tits as I worked Jake's cock.

"You have such big beautiful, breasts, Megan," she murmured in my ear.

"Jake, doesn't she have beautiful tits?" she asked him a little louder.

"Mmmmm, that she does," said Jake.

He pushed my hand away from my cock and leaned down in front of me.

As Cindy massaged my tits, she began holding them out in points from my body, as if offering him my nipples.

He began sucking them greedily, one after the other, as she continued to stroke and push them toward him. He got rougher and rougher as she pulled and prodded them harder and faster, capturing the tender nubs with his teeth and holding them out where she'd extended them even as she let go and the weight of my breast would pull them slowly from his mouth.

"God, they just look so luscious," Cindy moaned, moving to join Jake in front of me. 

"Stand up, Megan," she ordered.

Her and Jake sat side by side now and she pulled me close in front of them, spreading my legs until my nipples were level with their faces.

At once Jake resumed sucking one nipple while Cindy began on the other. They both used their hands to squeeze and lift and distort my breasts and they both sucked and licked and grazed their teeth on my now painfully sensitive nipples.

Occassionally they would try to share a nipple, kissing and tonguing each other around it.

During one kiss, they finally broke away from my tits and concentrated on each other. Still, Jake held a firm grasp on my left ass cheek and Cindy absentmindedly stroked my thigh.

I couldn't help but watch as they kissed deeply, as Jake moved down and ravished Cindy's breasts the way they both just had done to mine.

I wasn't sure what to do with myself so I tried to stay still and out of the equation but it wasn't meant to be.

They did push me back briefly as Cindy rose and positioned herself on Jake's lap. She faced away from him and toward me and it took me a minute to interpret their awkward squirming for what it was. Cindy was settling herself, onto Jake's cock. And not her pussy, but her lubed up asshole.

Jack supported her legs, holding her wide open as his cock slipped deep into Cindy's ass. His legs were also slightly spread and his balls were hanging heavily between them.

"Get on your knees, sweetness," he commanded.

When I did, and he could finally reach me he pulled my head in against Cindy's pussy.

"I'm going to fuck your step-mommy's ass, sweetness, and while I do I want your mouth on us at all times. You can suck my balls, you can lick my dick as I fuck Cindy, or you can suck her pussy but I want you busy down there, you understand?"

I almost audibly gulped but I nodded and ran my tongue up Cindy's slit and found her hard little nub to suck on and lick.

"Oh god, Jake, she truly is a perfect little slut for us," Cindy moaned and then squealed as Jake lifted her and impaled her back onto his cock. And then he was slowly but steadily pumping away.

It was hard to keep up with him but eventually I reached a rythm and was able to alternate between sucking his balls and then moving swiftly up to lick Cindy's clit before moving down to him again.

When Jake came he yelled at me not to move. He pulled out but kept his dick pressed hard up against Cindy, his seed spurting up over her entire cunt, over the fleshy mound where her bush would have been and a huge dollop made it onto the underside of her breast with droplets everywhere in between.

When he'd stopped jerking and spasming he took a deep breath and then leaned back on the bed on his elbows, pulling Cindy back with him so she was basically spread eagle across him.

"Now sweetness, look at that beautiful mess I left for you."

I shook my head and wrinkled my nose but his glare was enough to stop me from saying more.

"Start at her asshole and clean her up, sweetness."

A wave of disbelief washed over me as I realized what he expected me to do.

I looked up at Cindy but she simply looked intrigued and a bit tired.

I settled down on my knees and darted my tongue out against her ass. Warm come flooded into my mouth and I gagged a little swallowing it. 

"Lick it all up, my little whore in training," Jake urged.

And I did. I licked Cindy's asshole until it was clean and dry and then I worked my way up her moist pussy, across her belly, and finally sucked the glob from her breast.

"Good girl," Jake chuckled, pushing Cindy up and off of him.

"Now, clean me." 




Sweetness Ch. 02



"What's that?" Michael pointed to a red blemish that peeked out from under Kai's t-shirt. He looked up at Kai's embarrassed face as he pulled his shirt down.

"Nothing, I fell," Michael was with Kai every day of his life and could probably catalog every one of his scars, this one was new and unknown. But he could see his friend did not want to talk about it. So with maturity that surpassed his 11 years, he let it go. 

"So what do you want to do today?" Kai asked when the silence between them became too much. They sat in Michael's living room staring at some commercials. They loved to watch infomercials together. They did most things together. They were neighbors and best friends for as long as the other could remember. They went to the same school, attended the same classes and had most of the same interests.

As he was about to make a suggestion his mother strolled into the room. 

"You want to clean you room, right Michael?" She tipped her head to the side looking innocently at him. He sighed as he acquiesced to her silent command.

"Yes mommy," he rose from his seat and dragged Kai to his room. They looked at the mess and he seemed to fall into despair. Kai was always the light to his dark.

"Let's do this quick, I just thought of something to do!" His mischievous smile assured Michael that whatever he was planning would eradicate whatever brownie points he would have gained from cleaning his room.

~o~

Michael was brought out of his memory by the car horn behind him. He looked up at the green light and drove off, as he held on to that mischievous smile of his best friend.

~o~

"So where are we going?" Kai barged into her room as she stood in her underwear gaping at her selection of clothes. She calmly pulled a towel to wrap around her. 

"I don't know yet, I just know that I want to celebrate," she glanced at him as he settled himself on her bed. He childishly played with the trinkets on her bedside table and then started through her draws.

"What are you looking for?" He looked up at her sharply and his green eyes sparkled. 

"Your dildo," his nonchalance made her smile. Sometimes she actually thought he was a child until he uttered words like 'dildo'.

"Well until you buy me one, you're not going to find it in there," she turned back and looked at her wardrobe. Kai looked up at her, then glanced the wardrobe of beige proportions.

"I think your current outfit is the raciest thing you own." She looked down at her towel that just grazed her knee. Looking at his mega-watt smile she blew him a raspberry. 

"Where is your birthday present?" She cringed as she recalled the outfit he got her for her 26th birthday. She quickly searched her mind for any excuse not to wear it. "Umm, I lent it out?" She tried. He scoffed and stood, beginning his search.

"Yea right, the only person you could possibly lend it to is me, and I haven't seen it," she moved to the closet, disrupting the mundane mural. He shoved items away and threw stuff all about but finally he succeeded in locating her attire for the night. 

"Aha! Found it! It was only under this box of old clothes, you old school books and that disaster you call curtains," she groaned as she remembered she had some cleaning out to do.

"Kai, I can't wear that, it's too tiny," her voice was pleading as she tried to reason with him. He smirked as he unwrapped the gift to reveal a little black strapless dress and black 6 inch heels. She grumbled and groaned as she saw him arrange the outfit on the bed and made a very unladylike sound when he smiled up at her.

"Come on, you have an awesome body and that's why I bought this, so you either wear this or I'll tailor one of your suits," her eyes widened as she recalled the last time he tailored her clothes.

"Ok, ok, get out so I can change," she said shooing him out the room.

"Aww, you're no fun, let me watch please?" His voice got whiny and irritating. She could never let him watch. Being so uncomfortable looking at herself naked, she never wanted another person to see it. 

"I'm trying to protect my virtue," she said, ignoring his sad puppy-dog face. 

"Well then let me be your knight, I'll guard it well with my trusty sword," he stood straight, with his fists on his hips. At the word 'sword' he reached down and fondled his crotch.

"Go get ready Sir Fuck-a-lot," his laughter was contagious at that point and she giggled as she closed the door. 

~o~

Michael reached Kai's apartment. He shook his head as he looked around what seemed to be the very definition of seedy. The street lights flicked on and off. Homeless people huddled around the corner and a rat walked by him and he swore he heard it say 'good night'. 

He was always amazed at the places that Kai found himself. However what amazed him even more was the fact that even in this dark little corner of the world, Kai's light would never dim. That was the sole thought that brought him the determination to leave the solace of his car in search of his friend.

As he crawled up the staircase he passed an assortment of needles, broken glass and what he can only describe as lobby wild life. He hurried to Kai's door and knocked rapidly out of excitement and fear. After eons of knocking a woman answered. 

"What the hell?" She looked up at him and her scowl transformed into a smile. Michael looked at the woman before him. She wore a cheap night gown that barely managed to keep her decent and a robe that had seen better days. She was bare foot and reeked of smoke and alcohol. She smiled at him with crooked discolored teeth and chapped lips.

"I'm looking for Kai," he said ignoring pleasantries he knew would be wasted on her. He face morphed once more and she reset her grimace.

"He don't live here no more," he voice belied an age her face had yet to see. He cringed inwardly at the thought of what she had to do to sound like broken glass.

"Do you know where he lives now?" He asked, needing some information from this woman. 

"He lives somewhere on Newtown Street, my cousin said she saw him with some black girl a few weeks back," her sentence was cut short by a frightening hacking cough that seemed to come from the very depths of hell itself. Michael instinctively backed away, waiting for the germ infestation to desist.

"Well thank you for that madam, good night," he turned to leave.

"Wait, don't you want to come in for a minute, I'll give you a special price, cutie," she wiped her hand on her night gown. Michael swallowed the urge to vomit right there.

"No need dear, I'm gay," with that he fled.

~o~

Please review, even the bad ones help me (apparently).



Sweetness Ch. 02



I sighed and glanced at his cock which was soft but still impressive looking. It tasted of the ocean and I took it in my mouth and sucked it clean. When I thought I was done, Jake held my head firm and looked into my startled eyes.

"Swallow, every drop," he commanded.

And before I even had time to process what he could mean I felt a warm trickle over my tongue.

Oh my god, I was screaming inside my own head, he's peeing in my mouth.

My first response was to try and pull away but he had my head in his iron grip and there was nowhere to go.

"Swallow!" he thundered, as my mouth began to fill and dribbles began to run down my cheeks.

I swallowed as best as I could but by the time the stream stopped plenty of sharp smelling piss had dribbled down both cheeks, flowed down my breasts and stomach and thighs and had pooled just a little on the floor in front of me.

"You stupid slut," he sneered, and slapped me, again, across the face.

"Now, step-mommy Cindy is gonna have to clean you up."

He shoved me back hard with one foot so that I sprawled on the floor.

Cindy immediately dropped to all fours next to me.

She licked the salty trails from both legs and thighs, then licked where the fluid had trailed my belly. She spent an especially long time cleaning the liquid from my breasts and then tenderly licked both cheeks, ending the whole affair with a deep kiss. 

"Good girl, Cindy," Jake spoke when she was done. 

"Now you'll just have to train your girl to be as good as you are."

Jake and Cindy were glowing with satisfaction as they both looked down on me.

I was conflicted. I'd just been used, degraded, and forced to do things I'd never even considered and by someone I trusted at that. Why then, had I been turned on? Why had I come so powerfully? I knew I had to get away but how and when and what would they put me through before I got the chance?

Well, I still haven't had the chance. Jake and Cindy left me alone for the rest of the day but with my bedroom door locked I had nowhere to go. I napped for a few hours, crying myself into a restless sleep. When I woke someone had left me a tray with a sandwich and soft drink and I realized that I was quite hungry. After wolfing down the lunch I showered again and felt more like myself as I changed into shorts and a tee-shirt. Tentatively I tried the door and was shocked to find that it was open. I checked the clock and noticed that five hours had passed since Jake and Cindy had left my room. I crept quietly down the hallway and peeked into the living room. I guess I had been vaguely hoping to find it empty and I was mentally picturing myself running back down the hall to grab my purse and then getting the hell out of the house but Jake sat on an easy chair across the room facing me and two strangers, black men, one with a shaved head and one with long dark dredds were on the sofa with their back to me. There was a homeade looking porno on the big screen t.v. and before I could backtrack down the hallway Jake looked up and yelled out for me to come over.

"Well, well, sweetness...glad you're up... get your sweet ass over here and meet my friends...I've been telling them all about you."

Both men swivelled to look at me and I thought about turning and running after all but knew Jake would just chase me down.

The thought of him spanking me in front of these men was more humiliation than I could bear so I meekly skirted the edges of the room and ended up standing next to Jake's chair.

He reached out and pulled me down on his lap and I got a better look at both me.

They were both big, even sitting I could tell they were tall, their long legs stretched out in front of them. The bald one was paunchy like Jake but in that same muscular, beefy way. The one with Dredds was thin with the build of a basketball player. Both men seemed relaxed and unsurprised to see me and I was worried about just what Jake had told them about me.

Jake's hand lazily stroked my stomach and thighs as he asked the men what they thought of me.

"She's cute, Jake," one answered, you do know how to pick 'em.

"Very fuckable," the other one agreed and I felt myself tense up.

And I knew then that certainly Jake was going to force me to fuck these two men. The tears welled before I could stop them and I stammered out a request to go back to my room.

"Please, Jake, I just want to go back to my room."

I stood up and was startled that Jake let me.

"Sorry sweetness, I already promised you'd entertain my friends here."

He loosely held my wrist and I knew I couldn't make it very far if I tried to run.

"I can't Jake," I choked. "I don't want this, please..." I trailed off, knowing my begging was hopeless.

"Where's Cindy?" I asked, grasping at straws. As if she would help me anyway.

"Don't worry sweetie, step-mommy will be home to join you soon."

"Why don't you go sit down with your new friends sweetness?" 

Jake shoved me a little toward the two strangers.

"The big bald one is Terrance and Jonas has the dredds."

When he pushed me I just couldn't volutarily hand myself over to the two men. There was a small bathroom across the room and I darted for it, thinking to lock myself in.

I made it to the door even as I caught Jake rising behind me out of the corner of my eye.

I slammed the door shut almost in his face and fumbled for the lock. Of course there was no lock! I just wanted to scream and then Jake calmly opened the door. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me back into the room, bending me at the waist so that I stumbled and couldn't see where I was going. In the middle of the room he pushed me back so that I landed on my knees in front of the two men. 

"Go ahead and get her undressed guys. I'll be right back."

And then they were on me. I fought back but they were strong and before I knew it they had strippd my t-shirt up over my head and my shorts and underwear followed in one quick yank. With Jonas holding me tight from behind, Terrance reached around and unhooked my bra and as quick as that I was naked. I could hear Jake coming back through the kitchen and both men took the seconds it took for him to arrive to explore my body with their hands, squeezing my thighs, ass cheeks, and tits and murmuring little comments of approval.

I was crying and incoherently begging them to stop.

Jake moved in behind me and I felt him fumbling around with something behind my back. Suddenly, I felt something rough on my arms and with a quick snap both wrists were forced together and the rough item turned out to be a rope.

While Jake forced me back to me knees then took his time looping the rope and tying it behind me both black men stripped out of their clothes and as Jake stepped back and sprawled across the couch to watch I found myself helpless on the floor with Terrance and Jonas forcing their cocks into my mouth one after the other.

This nightmare seemed only to get worse. I'd voluntarily fucked my step-mother's husband, then had been forced to fuck my step-mom in front of him, and now I was being given to these two strangers who were about to rape me. And again, through all my tears and protestations, deep down all I could feel was amazement because my pussy was already moistening as I sucked and licked the two massive cocks in front of me.