0 comments/ 10476 views/ 2 favorites The Stray By: madengineer3 Copyright 2012 by madengineer3 In the following story all the names and places are fictitious in nature. Any coincidences are purely coincidental. There are no sex scenes in the story, sorry. The opening chapters of my story start years before the events that are detailed bellow. My brother and I were brought up with strong lessons of compassion, fairness, and loyalty. These lessons formed part of the core of our personalities. The current story starts about five years ago, shortly after my younger brother died. My wife died in the same car wreck. When you are the last living member of your family there is a loneliness that cannot be adequately put into words. Due to pressures at work, the death of my wife, and extreme shyness, I did not re-married nor did I have any close friends. I'm not super rich, but I do have a net worth in the seven figure range. Beyond that I have an excellent investment portfolio. In fact, the only work I do is done from my home office. I can offer analytical help to companies that cannot afford to have a full time engineer on hand. I was driving back to my home, in the rugged rural hills of our state. It was twilight and the weather report had indicated that it would be cold tonight. (Cold in November in our area usually means that the temperature will be down between five and fifteen degrees F. This is not ideal weather for camping out. As I passed an intersection of two back roads I saw something that made me stop. In a large culvert (sluice pipe) I saw a small fire with someone huddled next to it. Being curious, and concerned, I stopped the car, got out and walked over to near the pipe. "Hello, down there; Are you okay?" There was no answer. "Hey, it's supposed to get really cold tonight if you are stuck out here I'm sure I can find a warm place for you to sleep. There will be no strings attached. If that isn't good enough I could drive you back into town and rent you a motel room for the night." A somewhat raspy voice answered me. "Why would you do that? You have to have an angel. Nobody gives something away without getting something back." "You make a good point there. What I would get out of it is knowing that you won't freeze to death while I am in my nice warm house three miles from here." "Let me come up and look at you and look at your car. I need to size you up before jumping from the frying pan into the fire." The person who came up out of the ditch was very thin and couldn't have been more than five foot two inches, or so. The person was carrying what used to be called a rucksack. A very non fashionable bag to make it easier to carry things. "Tell you what, I'll turn on the car's dome light and stand in front of the headlights and so that you can see me, and the car, better. " I did just that. After a long minute or so the person said: "Okay, I'd like to take you up on your offer but you'll have to promise that you will have a hands off policy toward me." "No problem, climb in the passenger's seat and I'll get us home and cook up some supper." When we got to my place I showed my guest my guest bedroom. "As you can see, it's a good door and has a good lock on the inside. It also has a small bathroom attached. If you want to take a clean shower to help warm up you'll also find a robe and slippers in the closet. You are free to use them. I'm going to go make supper." I proceeded to get out the beef stew that I had made the previous night. I also tossed a couple of frozen loaves of baguette bread in the oven and made a fresh pot of coffee. Then, I sat down and started to do our local paper's crossword puzzle. I was startled when my guest quietly came into the kitchen. I had expected the person I invited in to be a man, however there was no mistaking the fact that this was a woman. She wasn't really pretty, but she wasn't ugly either. "Oh, pardon me, I didn't know you were a woman. I would have guessed a middle aged guy. There aren't too many women walking around at night in this part of the country. By the way, I'm Jim. And, you are..? "Mary. You have no idea how good that shower felt. It's been the better part of a week since I could really get cleaned up. Your guest room is very nice. What's for supper?" "Beef stew, good bread and coffee, if that's okay with you." "It sound wonderful. I haven't had a good meal in several days now." I put the food on the table and said grace before we ate. "Father, thank you for this food and shelter. Thank you for your forgiveness, even when we don't deserve it. Please bless this food to us and us to your service; amen." Mary dug into the meal with gusto. She was indeed hungry. I didn't ask her any questions. She was too busy eating. When we finished I took the dishes to the sink and started washing them. "Do you always wash the dishes right after a meal?" "Yes, it's sort of a habit I got while I was growing up. Back then my dad said that my mom had to do enough work during the day and the least we could do was to help with the dishes and do our own laundry. It's stuck with me a long time. By the way, would you like some more coffee and a piece of cake or pie?" "Yes, please. What type of cake and pie do you have?" "The cake is a copy of the old A&P Spanish bar and the pie is apple. I don't make my apple pies sweet I like to taste the tartness of the Granny Smith apples." "I would love a piece of either. They both sound good." "Good, I'll get them ready and carry them into the living room. Just walk back toward the guest room and then hang a left turn. I'll be in soon." There was a good fire going in the fireplace. Mary sat on a chair that was over near the fire and I sat on the far end of the couch. "If you don't mind me asking, how do you happen to find yourself wandering around in the boonies at this time of year? It can't be fun to make due like the earliest settlers did." "I'd rather not talk about it. It's still too painful for me. Let's just say that I didn't end up wandering around because I wanted to." "Okay, If you have any questions for me, I will probably try to answer them." "How come you are living, alone, out here? You have a beautiful house, you obviously have enough money to survive, yet there are no other people. Is there a reason for that?" "That's an area I would just as soon not talk about right now. Let's just say that my wife, son and my only brother died at about the same time about five years ago. I'm still trying to figure out what life is supposed to mean at this point. I'd rather not say much more at the moment." "Mary, let me ask you one more question, please. What had you planned on doing if I hadn't stopped?" "I don't know for sure but I don't want to discuss that either." "Okay, I'm going to set the house's computer for overnight energy saving and then I will be headed to bed. If you suddenly need something you can bang on my room door. It's the door just up the hall from your room. I'll see you in the morning. Good night." "Good night, and thank you for letting me get out of the cold, it means a lot to me." ********************* When I woke up in the morning I glanced outside my bedroom window. It was a beautiful view. There was a fresh blanket of snow on everything. When I looked more closely I discovered that the lump on the snow drift in the driveway, was the top three inches of my car. We were snowed in. I got dressed and went into the kitchen to put together a good breakfast. I was mostly through the preparation of the meal when I realized that Mary had entered the room. "Good morning Jim." "Good morning, Mary. Did you sleep well?" "Yes, that was one of the best sleeps I have had in quite a while. Knowing that the door was securely locked and that I didn't have to keep wondering if I was going to have to defend myself was a true luxury." I put the food on the table and we ate in relative silence. "I don't know if you looked outside this morning but we are officially snowed in. I can only see a lump where the top three inches of my car should be. I hope you didn't have anyplace you needed to be this morning because we'd probably need a snow machine (snowmobile) to get out of here. And don't worry you are free to be my guest until you decide to leave." "Jim, do you have any books around that I could read?" "I have a very wide selection of books. I'll show you where the books are and then I will get some work done." I led her into what the original builders of the house thought would be a nice formal dining room. Except for the two windows, that looked out over the fields near my home, and two doorways every wall had shelves for books. There was also a double book case that ran down the center of the room. "I suspect that you will find something of interest here. If you need anything please let me know. Interrupt me if you need to, once I get working on a problem I sometimes forget about time." I went into my study and pulled out the file containing my hottest project. True to my word I totally forgot what time it was. I was drawn back to reality by a gentle knocking on the door frame. I looked up and there was Mary. I glanced at the clock and realized that it was late afternoon. "I'm sorry, I lost track of time. Interesting problems sort of have an allure all of their own. What would you like for supper?" "Whatever you feel like cooking. I'd also like to talk to you about your library as we eat." "Oh, you found something interesting?" "I think so. But, what can I do to help get supper ready?" *********************** Mary ended up washing and preparing the potatoes for baking. In the meantime I made a tossed salad and started preparing the sauce I use to baste steak. (It's a combination of butter, Worcester sauce, and black pepper.) Later we finally sat down to our meal. "Jim, did you select all the books in your library?" "Yes, except for the old text books I used in college." "You have a large collection on gender identity issues and on prostitution. What directed your interest into those areas?" "I was brought up in a home that didn't discuss certain "life issues". At the same time certain life styles were treated as totally wrong. I wanted to read all sides of the issues and make up my own mind regarding what I thought was the truth. I spent time in scientific and medical journals, psychology books, the Holy Scriptures, and law. It is amazing how truly hard it is to get people to simply state the facts instead of using knee-jerk reactions!" "Hmmmmm, what types of conclusions have you reached?" "On some things I have formed opinions, in others I am not persuaded one way or the other. In some cases my opinions are almost internally inconsistent. Why do you ask?" "I'm just curious. What did you decide regarding gender identity?" "That issue led me to some pretty solid feelings. I may embarrass you if I tell you what I decided." "I don't embarrass that easily. Tell me what you think, Jim." "Well, the scientists are not in agreement yet but there appears to be an indication that there is a genetic anomaly that can reduce the effects of testosterone during the foetus' development. It is believed that this can lead the nervous system to not take on the normal male patterns. Since all foetuses start out as female in physical construction, it is the action of testosterone that leads to, for example, the severing of the pathways between the left and right hemispheres of the brain. Now, if a child is born with diabetes, blindness, deafness, or lameness my God has said (to Moses at the Burning Bush) that He is responsible for these problems. If we don't blame a child for being born diabetic, why do we blame them for having a gender identity problem? I mean, I think society sometimes has its head so far up its ass the they need to open their mouth to see the light of day." "Hmmmmm, that's interesting. Are you a Christian?" "Yes, although a highly unorthodox one. I don't fit in anyone's pet niche." *************************** At the end of the meal we both washed the dishes. By the end of the week I realized that I liked the company and the help cleaning the house. Mary and I worked out a deal that left her with room, board, and some money in hand in exchange for taking care of the house and simply being there. Months turned into years. Our relationship slowly turned into first affection, and then into love. At least I loved her and enjoyed cuddling on the couch while listening to our favorite music. We had moved on to caring deeply about each other. Our making out started to be serious making out. We would masturbate each other orally or manually as well as bathe together. We were having fun! It had been three years since Mary had moved into my house. We were approaching Thanksgiving. I had planned a very traditional Thanksgiving dinner centered around a turkey, whole bean cranberry sauce, and stuffing. Mary tried her hand at making apple and pumpkin pie. (They were good!) As we sat down for the meal I had one non-traditional dish on the table. It was an upside down saucer and it had a lit short, stubby candle on it. Mary asked about it, but I told her that it was a surprise for later. As we had finished the main course and moved on to a dessert of coffee and pie. I changed our overall discussion. "I don't want to upset you Mary, but I need to discuss some things that I've noticed lately. Do you mind?" She looked a bit concerned, but said "No, I may be nervous but let's have the discussion." "As you know, Mary, I had lived alone for about five years before I met you. You may not realize it, but during that time I had become more and more depressed and lonely. Life, at times, didn't seem worth the effort; but then you came along. Over the last short three years I have found that I not only like and enjoy your company; I have truly fallen deeply in love with you. I know we haven't expressed our deep feelings to each other but I'm at the point where I know I want to be around you for the rest of my life. In short, will you marry me?" Mary's facial expression was extremely conflicted. She had tears in her eyes. "Oh, how I have wished, but also dreaded, that we would reach this point. But, to be fair to you I need to tell you why I was living in the culvert when you found me. Five years ago I was engaged to be married to, a person I believed to be, a good and honorable man. In fact he managed the company I worked for. I, personally, was the accounting department. To be fair to my fiancé I had to tell him what I now need to tell you. When he found out my secret he fired me, ruined my reputation in the community and in our segment of the market, and he beat me badly enough to send me to the hospital for a couple of weeks. There were no witnesses and there was not evidence enough to even arrest him. I could no longer stand to be anywhere near him. He told me that as soon as he could arrange it he was going to have me killed or maimed. I just wanted to get as far away from him as I could. After two distinct efforts to kill me I knew that I had to run away. I couldn't get work because he would have been able to trace me via my social security number. That's how his hired help found me. I was just lucky to avoid being killed. That told me that I couldn't even get a job without the strong possibility of being maimed or killed. That night you found me, I had hoped to freeze to death. But you came along and showed care and kindness. My problem is that I am a post operative transsexual. I was born in the wrong body, a male body. After college I went to Colorado and went through the operations and legal paperwork to officially be recognized as a woman. My fear now is that you will want to retract your offer. I would love to accept your offer if it still stands." By this time I had gotten up, walked around the table kneeled down next to her and gently taken her in my arms. "Mary, I love you. As far as I can see you are the woman I love. I love you, the person. The package is simply what allows the person that I love to move around. The question still stands: will you marry me?" "Oh, yes Jim, yes. How can I tell that this is real and not just a dream.?" "First of all slide ,but don't lift, the saucer with the candle over here for me." "Good, now I'll lift it up." Under the saucer was a diamond solitaire mounted in a simple platinum band. "Does it still feel like a dream?" "Yes, but this is a dream I don't want to wake up from." That evening we agreed to sleep in my room, but to hold off on intercourse until after our marriage. Cuddling on the couch and joint showers had been fun but this was infinitely better!! Over breakfast coffee I asked Mary about the company where she had worked. She said that it was a small firm with under fifty full time workers, called Shipco, that manufactured specialized shipping containers. When she told me the name my face must have changed expression. "What's wrong Jim? You look like you were just hit by someone. "In a way, I was. This is a much smaller world than either of us would have guessed. Let me go get something. Moments later I came back with a file folder. "Let me see, ah... there it is; Shipco." "What is it Jim?" "One of my stock holdings is in Shipco. I own the controlling interest in the firm. Before you ask me, no I don't completely own it. But I own about thirty-eight percent of the stock. I'm the largest stockholder so the board of directors listen if I have something to say. I think Shipco needs a new manager, don't you?" "Wow, you mean you could get my old boss fired?" "Damned straight I could, and intend to! Now, most of the work that he does is with customers, outside vendors, trade associations, and such. Do you know a person who would make a good manager?" "Yes, the assistant manager (Sharon) is a good an honorable woman. She worked her way up the ladder and knows the operation inside out." "Let me make a phone call. You can listen in on my office speakerphone." ******* "Hello Bob, this is Jim, Happy Thanksgiving. Do you have a minute to talk business?" "With you, always. What's the problem?" "I have just been informed, by a very reliable source, that our current manager, at Shipco, has serious character flaws. That makes me nervous. In fact my source has indicated that he, and Shipco could be the defendants in a very messy wrongful discharge law suit." "You've got to be talking about the messy affair with one of the assistant managers; I think her name was Mary." "You have a good memory, Bob. I have proposed to Mary. We will be getting married as soon as possible. Mary has indicated that Sharon, the other assistant manager is fully capable of running Shipco. Do you think that the board should look into the manager's position?" "As a matter of fact we already have been looking at replacing him. His business practices are just barely within the law. He doesn't pay attention to the rules that our company was founded on. Sharon was high on our list of possible replacements. I'll call a board meeting for next week and see about getting the ball rolling. Thanks for the heads up!" "You're welcome, Happy Thanksgiving." ****** Within the following two weeks Mary and I were married and Sharon was the new manager. Sharon hit the ground running and had immediately started to mend fences. As for the manager who led to this fiasco, he ended up dead. It seems that he owed the wrong people money. The rumor is that they took exception to taking a loss and let him know how much they didn't approve of him. I suspect that the body will never be found. (How do we know that he is dead? The amount of blood found covering his bed and floor was not consistent with living. The Stray As for Mary and me we are enjoying married life. We were made for each other, and are now truly enjoying life to the fullest. The Stray The sun had just started to set, although the trees and houses blocked where it kissed the horizon from anyone walking along the sidewalk. With the trees being brilliant shades of red, yellow, and orange, however, one still could observe beauty around them, especially when the wind pushed the loose leaves around, making them dance in the air to a silent waltz. It was the sight any photographer would love to catch; it was the weather that almost anyone would enjoy: not so cold you were uncomfortable, but not so cold you needed anything more than a light jacket to keep warm. Julius hated autumn. "Damn, it's cold," Julius muttered under his breath. He quickly zipped his jacket up before shoving his hands into his pockets, leaning over slightly to try to keep the wind out of his face. This had always been his least favorite season; he felt as though everything was dying around him, and hated how the weather could never make up its mind - at least in the spring, you had summer to look forward to. With autumn, there wasn't much else but freezing cold temperatures to be "excited" for. The dark-skinned man swore to himself again as he picked up speed, wondering again why he had decided to walk to his friend's house earlier when he knew it meant walking home this late. Although, thinking of the beers he'd drunk and how he was still slightly buzzed, it was probably for the best that he was now walking home instead of driving. Julius quickly crossed the road, seeing the little park and playground close by. Said park was right near the back of his house; it would make for a perfect little shortcut. He crunched his way across the lawn, uncaring of the noise he was making as he did. It was only when he reached the small playground that he slowed down his fast pace. The park didn't have much to offer for play equipment. There was a small swing set, a set of monkey bars, a see-saw, and a tall slide with a roof at the top. A smirk came to Julius's face as he remembered how he used to sit at the entrance to a similar slide at his elementary school's playground, demanding payment from his classmates - he had quickly been ratted out by one of his classmates. Nostalgia -- or maybe the drinks from earlier -- had him changing his path. Temporarily forgetting that he was meaning to walk home, Julius jogged over to the ladder for the slide and climbed up, swearing only once at the freezing metal on his bare hands. When he reached the top, he stopped just short from hauling himself onto the small platform when he saw a small figure. The person was huddled up against the wall of the slide, shivering horribly. They were wearing dirty sweatpants and a slightly torn long-sleeve t-shirt, paired with ratty sneakers. Clearly, this wasn't their first night sleeping outside. "Are you okay?" Julius asked gently, not wanting to frighten the person. It didn't seem as though he succeeded since they jumped, head whipping around to face him. Julius gasped silently at the sight of the milk chocolate eyes that met his own, sadly marred by heavy bags set underneath. After a moment, however, he realized they were filled with fear. The person huddled on the platform turned out to be a stunning boy -- or was he a man? Julius couldn't tell his age, other than he was older than sixteen and younger than twenty-five -- who really needed a bath. His hair seemed light brown, though it was hard to tell seeing as his skin was covered in a thick layer of dirt and dust. "Hey, don't worry," Julius murmured soothingly, "I'm not gonna hurt you." A soft whimper escaped the boy's cracked lips and Julius's heart clenched at the sound. The fierce wave of possessiveness that shot through his veins shocked him; all Julius wanted to do in that moment was pull the kid close and promise him that everything was going to be okay. Deciding to go with his instincts, he pulled himself up onto the platform so he was kneeling about a foot away from the stranger. He reached out a hand toward the boy, planning on cupping his cheek comfortingly, but drew his hand back immediately when a fierce growl erupted from the smaller figure. Julius was shocked at the noise, and even more so when he saw the pointy ears that were now peeking out of the matted hair on the boy's head. Jesus, how did I not notice he was a dog before? Julius thought to himself, keeping a safe distance away from the scowling boy. As soon as he started growling, however, he stopped; he immediately seemed to collapse in on himself, as though trying to get as far away from the dark stranger as possible. Clearly, his bark was worse than his bite. "What's your name?" Julius quietly asked, not wanting to give up on the beautiful boy just yet. The hybrid stayed silent for several moments. Julius was about to repeat himself when the boy glanced down and back up into his eyes, licked his lips nervously and whispered hoarsely, "Cooper." Julius smiled gently and shifted his weight so he was resting on his ankles, as his knees were starting to hurt. "That's a great name," he said softly. "I'm Julius. Mind telling me why you're out here, Cooper?" The boy still seemed completely terrified of Julius, so he decided to open up a little about himself, hoping the hybrid would then realize he truly meant no harm. "I was walking home since I decided to visit my friend. Though, I don't think seeing his ugly face was really worth this freezing weather, now that I'm out here," Julius drawled with a smirk. Pride flushed the older man when the boy giggled lightly, his cheeks puffing up with his smile, making him all the more adorable. "Maybe next time, he should go to your house," Cooper suggested. Julius pretended to think about that option for a moment before shaking his head. "Naw, he's way too lazy to get dressed if he doesn't have to, let alone walk to my house." Cooper giggled again and the innocent sound was starting to ignite Julius's blood, the leftover alcohol in his system not helping to impede his lust's progress one bit. "So, I told you why I'm out here, now it's your turn," Julius urged. The smile fell off his face and the hybrid dropped his gaze and chewed his lower lip for a few moments. After a long, slightly uncomfortable silence, Cooper sighed and met his eyes once more. "My master kicked me out." Julius frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together. He had heard of people who kept hybrids as pets, and rarely were they good people. Often, they ignored most of the human side of the hybrid and treated them as only an animal, unless it came to... well, sexual things. Hybrids had to be careful, in case they fell into the hands of someone who only wanted them as a slave. "What happened?" Julius asked before his common sense could stop him. Cooper frowned deeper and turned away from him. "I don't wanna talk about it." Julius sighed and inched closer, taking Cooper's chin in his hand to gently make him meet his eyes. "Do you want to come home with me, Cooper?" he whispered. "If you stay out here much longer, you're bound to get hypothermia or pneumonia or something, and I would never be able to forgive myself." Cooper's eyes widened considerably, shock clear in the pretty brown orbs. "I-I don't know, I don't really know you and, and what if-" Julius shushed the boy gently and smiled softly when he fell quiet with a small pout - which, of course, only managed to make him look even cuter. "Calm down, it's okay. You don't have to stay more than tonight if you don't want to," he assured. "I just want to help somehow." Cooper was attacking his bottom lip, his nerves obvious as his hands began stroking what appeared to be his tail. Julius was about to implode with anxiety when Cooper finally whispered, "Okay." A large smile stretched across the older man's face. "Great!" he exclaimed. "Now that that's out of the way, I can ask you the heavy hitter question: Do you wanna go down the slide with me?" Cooper laughed loudly, making butterflies flutter rapidly in Julius's stomach. The boy nodded and Julius smiled again before crawling over to the slide's edge and plopping down on his ass, his legs stretched out in front of him. He grabbed the hybrid around the waist, smirking at the yelp that escaped the boy's lips as he did, before plopping him down onto his lap. "Here we go!" Julius shouted before pushing off from the landing, unable to do anything but laugh along with Cooper as they went down the slide together. ***** Julius brought Cooper back to his house after they played a little longer in the park. Although the boy was anxious at first, he rapidly fell into the rhythm of daily life with Julius. Julius, however, was still adjusting to life with the beautiful man. "Hey, I'm home!" Julius shouted as he slammed the front door behind him. He let out a sign of relief at the warm air that was slowly bringing feeling back to his fingertips and toes. As he hung up his coat in the front hall closet, he heard light, quick footsteps race down the hall. He had just managed to turn around and face the noise when he heard a squealed "Julius!" He had a fraction of a second to open his arms before Cooper had jumped up into them in excitement. "You're home, you're home!" he exclaimed, his tail wagging rapidly behind him, a large smile stretched across his face. Julius couldn't help but laugh as he adjusted the boy so one of his arms supported him, leaving the other hand free to run through the soft poof of white between his ears. Pure bliss was all that showed on Cooper's face as Julius walked them to the living room and sat down on the couch with Cooper on his lap. When the boy began to wiggle, Julius quickly grabbed the boy by his hips before his squirming brought a reaction out of him. Julius knew it wasn't right for him to be so attracted to the pup, despite finding out he was twenty years old, making Julius only four years his senior. It was the hybrid's sweet innocence that positively radiated from every pore that made his ever growing lust for the boy so wrong. And yet, Julius couldn't help the fact that every time Cooper became excited and his cheeks flushed brightly, his blood would feel as though it were boiling in his veins. Every time Cooper's shining brown eyes looked at him with adoration, he could hardly keep his cock from hardening to the point he became light-headed with blood loss. "Julius, guess what! Guess what!" Cooper said, his hands grasping his shoulders and shaking them slightly. "What?" Julius laughed. Cooper didn't respond, opting instead to hop off of Julius's lap and grab his hands. The boy tugged on his hands until Julius stood up before Cooper dragged him into the kitchen. There was white everywhere. Based on the baking products that littered the countertops, Julius guessed it was a combination of flour, sugar, powdered sugar, and baking soda that coated nearly every surface. Trying to ignore the mess, Julius finally spotted what must have been what made Cooper so excited. "I baked you a cake!" he exclaimed, bouncing up and down like a child hopped up on sugar, tail flashing back and forth as it wagged at top speeds. Julius could do nothing but smile at the pup. "It's perfect," he said softly. ***** Julius still didn't know Cooper all that well, despite it being months since he brought him home. He knew nothing of the pup's past, nothing of his previous owner, nothing of why he was kicked out. He did know, however, that Cooper's favorite color was a tie between robin's egg blue and sea-foam green. That the boy loved to bake, but was very messy when doing so. That he constantly needed something to do, or else he'd get himself in trouble. That his favorite food was strawberries and whipped cream and his favorite drink was hot chocolate. And that, when Julius came home from work, the boy got so excited it made his heart pound and his stomach twist with butterflies. Julius knew he cared for Cooper; he just didn't know the extent of it. But, because he cared for him, he also cared for his health, and decided it really was about time for Cooper to have a check-up. "Please, don't make me go!" Cooper cried, holding tightly onto Julius's shoulders, effectively preventing the man from putting him into the car. "Come on, Cooper, we talked about this," Julius groaned, trying and failing yet again to pry the tiny fingers from his shoulders. When the hybrid still refused to budge, Julius sighed and pulled them completely out of the car and shut the door, letting it support Cooper a minute later when he leaned them against it. Spring was in the air, but it was still chilly outside. Cooper let out a soft whine at the feel of the cold metal on his tail and back. "If you really don't wanna go, I won't force you," Julius assured quietly, petting Cooper softly on the head in an attempt to calm him down. "But I want you to know that the only reason I've been pushing this is because I care for you. I wanna be sure that you're healthy." Cooper relaxed into his arms, his poof of white hair and ears tickling Julius's chin when he tucked his head into the man's chest. "Okay, let's go," Cooper mumbled into his shirt, causing Julius to chuckle and his heart to melt at his hybrid's cuteness. "Thank you," Julius said, kissing the top of the boy's head before he could consider the ramifications. He hastily set the boy in the passenger's seat before going around the hood of the car and into the driver's seat. Ignoring Cooper's curious glance, Julius took a deep breath to calm his heart, started the car, and drove off to the doctor's office. The visit went smoothly. The clinic was specialized for most hybrids, so Cooper had fun seeing so many people just like him in the waiting room. While he initially became nervous again when his name was called, Julius succeeded in calming him down by the time the doctor arrived. The initial portion of the check-up sailed by, with Julius ecstatic that Cooper was completely healthy. It was only at the very end of the doctor's analysis that things became awkward. "Now Cooper," the doctor said, looking up from his clipboard to meet the hybrid's eyes, "have you experienced your heat yet?" Julius blushed slightly as Cooper scrunched his eyes in confusion. "What do you mean, heat?" the hybrid innocently asked. Julius inwardly groaned and settled into his seat. This was going to be awkward, and he knew it. ***** Surprisingly, Cooper handled the doctor's information better than Julius expected. While Cooper asked him a couple more times about the heat, the hybrid quickly stopped asking, much to Julius's relief. He didn't want to think about Cooper in heat. When he thought about it, about Cooper becoming so turned on he begged for Julius, about what Cooper might looked like in the throes of orgasm, about Cooper needing him for hours, no, days on end- he grew so hard so quickly that it nearly gave him whiplash, with only a cold shower or his hand being able to calm him down. The only time Julius brought up the topic was when he came home from shopping, looking slightly uncomfortable with his purchases. "Here," he said, thrusting a small black plastic bag into Cooper's slightly shaking hands, his dark skin mostly concealing the blood that rushed to his cheeks. "They're for your... um, you know..." It had been absolute torture for Julius when he had shopped for the items in the bag. Trying to figure out what Cooper would like without his mind turning perverted was a complete impossibility - all he could imagine was Cooper using the toys, imagine the two of them sharing the items during his heat. Not to mention how embarrassing the cashier's all-knowing smirk had been when he was checking out. Cooper gripped the bag tightly, pulling it ever so slightly towards his chest. "Oh," he whispered breathily, a furious blush now blooming on his face, too, his pale skin doing nothing to hide it. "Th-thank you." Julius just nodded, possibly to himself, and walked away, leaving Cooper alone in the living room. The hybrid sighed and went to his bedroom, closing the door behind him to try and ensure his privacy. He dropped the bag beside the bed before falling on his stomach into the mattress, his face burrowing into the pillows as his thoughts turned to only an hour or so earlier. He hadn't understood everything the doctor had said, nor did he know what the big deal about a heat was. He didn't know why Julius became so flustered and embarrassed whenever he brought the topic up, so he just stopped talking about it, deciding instead to go online and figure it out for himself. Ever since Julius had shown him how to use the computer, he'd been completely enraptured by the device. He could spend hours of time online, learning new things all the time. This time, though, he had a purpose. As soon as Julius had left for work, he ran into the office and hopped into the swivel chair before quickly going to work. He was at it for about an hour before he finally had to stop. Cooper rolled onto his side, his legs curled up beneath him and his hands tucking under his head as he stared blankly at the clock on his nightstand. Everything he had found online had managed to clarify the water and, yet, muddy it further. He knew the logistics behind the heat - he knew the long, complicated names of the hormones that would be released into his bloodstream, he knew that his nervous system would kick on and make his heart race and his breathing quicken, he knew he would no longer be in control of his own body as pheromones seeped from his pores to attract a mate. Yet, he couldn't understand the emotions that followed the heat. He didn't know what lust felt like - he didn't get why someone would want to perform those acts he had seen online. He couldn't wrap his brain around love - at least, not the type involved in kissing on the lips and touching every part of another person. He didn't understand how someone could get so much pleasure from that behavior. He couldn't comprehend the embarrassment - almost shame - that seemed to come with the heat; or was it the acts themselves that accompanied it? All he knew for certain was the heat would cause an influx of strong emotions, some he'd never even felt before. Wanting some form of comfort, Cooper hastily crawled under the covers, nearly covering his face completely with the blankets. He was terrified. Cooper closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he tried to fall asleep while ignoring the sting behind his eyelids. ** Cooper's first thought when he woke was that Julius had thrown him into the fireplace and poured gas on the flames. The blankets had long been kicked off the bed as Cooper lay on his sweat-soaked sheets, panting for breath. A moment of panic overtook him when he couldn't figure out what was going on; luckily, he quickly remembered the heat and calmed slightly. Now, though, he didn't know what he was supposed to do. A need that he didn't fully understand was rising within him, causing the fear from earlier to revisit him. When Julius's face suddenly popped into his mind, a surprised whine escaped from his lips as his parts throbbed. He looked down at himself in slight shock and saw his member standing straight up. With a trembling hand, he reached down and grasped it. A small gasp left him at the immediate pleasure that burst throughout his body. He followed his instincts and moved his hand up and down, keeping his grip firm, his head pushing back into the pillows as his eyes slid shut. When Julius appeared in his mind's eye, he didn't try to stop it. Instead, he let his imagination run with it, now feeling the strong man stroking him and invisible kisses being left on his chest. Before long, Cooper felt himself reaching for something, trying to get to some higher place. He again reacted instinctively and tightened his grip ever so slightly, his groin soaking wet from liquid leaking out the tip. When his imagined version of Julius leaned up suddenly and kissed him hard, his hand replacing Cooper's and gripping the hybrid's shaft, something happened. The Stray Cooper felt like he'd exploded. He felt his body jerk on the bed as fireworks burst in his brain and his cock surged. He thought he heard himself moan, but wasn't sure. He could only focus on the amazing experience of his first orgasm. After a little while, the sensation faded as he slowly floated back down from his high, liquid cooling on his skin and adrenaline slowly leaving his bloodstream. "Whoa," he whispered, looking down at the strange white stuff on his stomach. He tried to remember what the people online had called it, but the endorphins swimming in his brain were making him forget. Instead he just giggled lightly before grabbing some tissues from the box by his bed to clean it up. He thought he'd be tired, as most online accounts of orgasms told him he would be, but instead felt more aware than ever. He shrugged it off as being an effect of the heat and went to throw away the used tissues. With the mess cleaned and disposed of, he walked back to his bed, stopping only when he felt plastic on his foot. He looked down and saw the black bag Julius had given him earlier. Cooper picked up the bag and, without hesitation, dumped its contents on the bed. There was a small bottle and two boxes, both of which he hastily open. He had gotten "Anal Lubricant", something purple called "Smooth Vibrations" and the two batteries that came with it, and something that looked like his member (only larger by a few inches) that was called "Mr. Right." Between what he'd seen online and his own instincts, it was easy for Cooper to figure out the purpose of each item. He had the good sense to hastily wash the items as his body began to reheat. By the time he was back on his bed, he was panting as neediness shot through his veins. The strange image of Julius was back at the forefront of his thoughts, and Cooper wondered about the need that shot through him at the idea of Julius touching him, maybe even helping him through the rest of his heat. Is this lust? he wondered. The heat was growing, though, and was hastily blocking out all other thoughts. Cooper decided that his curiosity could wait and instead let himself be overpowered by the flames licking his senses. ** Julius was starting to worry. He was making pancakes and sausage, feeling guilty at the way he'd been treating Cooper lately. He'd practically been shunning the boy for something he couldn't control, and Julius was starting to worry about what Cooper thought his reasoning behind the rude behavior was. The last thing he wanted the sweet hybrid to think was that he was angry or ashamed of the boy, so he was determined to clarify everything over breakfast. At least, he'd hoped to, but the hybrid had yet to come down for breakfast. Usually, Cooper would come rocketing down the stairs as soon as Julius had put the food on the griddle -- the smell, apparently, woke him up. His absence now, with the food all but plated, was quickly raising Julius's anxiety. After setting up the table, Julius waited a minute more before giving in to his nerves. He drenched Cooper's pancakes in maple syrup just how he liked them, straightened the cutlery again, and took a steeling breath before walking upstairs to let Cooper know that breakfast was ready. Once at his door, Julius stopped for a moment, his insecurities preventing him from shoving the door open and demanding Cooper speak with him. To avoid food, Cooper's feelings must've been badly hurt, and Julius was feeling guiltier by the second. He was about to run back downstairs when he forced himself to think of what life would be like if he were to let his and Cooper's relationship to disintegrate. With that horrible thought, he hastily opened the door. There was nothing that could've prepared him for the sight before him. Cooper lay in the middle of the bed, covered only with a fine sheen of sweat. His blankets had been kicked to the floor, along with the small bottle of lube Julius had gotten him -- still unopened. He was fast asleep, seeming to have passed out after putting the dildo to good use, as it was lying near him and was covered with a shining liquid -- it seemed as though, during his heat, Cooper was naturally lubricated. The waste basket, filled with used tissues, and the hand towel discarded on the ground were proof of his orgasms. Julius was painfully hard. He watched as Cooper took a deep breath before opening his eyes and looking directly at him. His pupils were blown wide open as he slowly sat up and his breathing sped. Oh shit. "Julius," Cooper practically whined, the pure lust in his voice making Julius's cock throb. "Cooper," he said, his voice nearly at a whisper, "are you..?" His trailed off, his question unfinished but not unanswered as Cooper slowly nodded. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. There was only silence between them for a moment as Julius gathered his thoughts so he could act more like a rational person and less like, well, an animal in heat. Cooper interrupted his thoughts, however, slamming all of them to a halt. "Julius, do you not like me?" The sudden, strange question caught Julius off guard. Cooper wasn't looking at him with lust anymore, only sadness and hurt. It filled Julius with pain and forced his legs to bring him right over to the hybrid. He found himself quickly hugging him, tightly, only wanting to never see that pain again. "Why would you think that? Of course I like you," Julius said into the pup's ear, stroking the hair on his head. His innocent action didn't stay that way for long as he felt Cooper stiffen suddenly in his arms. Suddenly, he felt the boy begin to grind on him, his naked form hiding nothing as he used Julius's strong stomach and the ridges of his slight abs to his advantage. "Julius, please," Cooper moaned. His head was cocked back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth slightly open. His hands gripped tightly onto the man's shoulders as he moved. Julius was reminded that he was a red-blooded man, and could therefore only take so much temptation before he gave in to sin. He moved his hands to grip either side of Cooper's face and dove in for a kiss. There wasn't anything innocent about it -- tongues and teeth and heat and, God, it was making Julius's head spin. Even though, to be honest, it wasn't the best kiss Julius had received -- it was clear that Cooper was new to the activity, and didn't quite know what to do with his tongue -- it was still his new favorite kiss, because it was his and Cooper's first kiss. Cooper was moaning into Julius's mouth, his hips moving now at a frantic pace as liquid leaked out the tip of his member. He was close, so close, anything would push him over the edge. Julius reached down and grabbed the hybrid's erection, pumping him quickly as he dominated his mouth. It was all Cooper could take when he exploded. Julius felt his cock throb as Cooper came apart in his arms. He couldn't care that he'd gotten his spunk all over his shirt, all he noticed was how beautiful and goddamn sexy Cooper looked when he came. But as the hybrid was coming down from his high, Julius's guilt started to set in. He sent the boy to take a shower before getting to work on cleaning. By the time Cooper, freshly washed, returned to his bedroom, the sheets had been changed, his toys had been washed, and the trash had been emptied. The most noticeable change to Cooper, however, was that Julius had disappeared. ** The rest of Cooper's heat passed without much trouble. Heats only lasted for two to three days, so Julius didn't have to wait long before Cooper was back to normal. At least, he didn't expect to wait long. Two weeks had passed and Cooper was acting anything but normally. The twinkle in his eyes had disappeared, replaced with a near-constant look of either shame or sadness. He stopped getting so excited for food, he stopped baking sugary goodies, and -- worst of all -- he stopped greeting Julius at the door by pouncing on him and licking his neck and face. It had gotten to the point that the boy's behavior was physically hurting Julius. Knives stabbed his heart every time the boy sighed, every time he saw the boy's tail drooped instead of wagging. It had been two weeks, and Cooper wasn't back to normal. Julius decided that it was about time he do something. He got everything prepared for them to go out to the zoo. Cooper loved seeing different kinds of animals; he was obsessed with every nature documentary he could get his hands on. Well, except for the ones with wolves. Wolves didn't interest him as much, seeing as they were more like a distant cousin than a complete stranger, and he understood them too much to be curious. Julius had changed into a pair of light khaki shorts with a sky blue polo shirt and black tennis shoes. It was warmer than it had been recently, finally seeming more like winter was behind them, and he planned to take advantage of the warm weather by taking Cooper to the zoo before having a picnic and a walk in the park. He was determined to make Cooper happy. Dressed and ready to leave close to ten 'o clock, Julius steeled his nerves before rapping his knuckles against the hybrid's bedroom door. "Cooper?" Julius called out when he received no reply. "You in there?" Silence. Julius took another deep breath, feeling slightly hurt. He wondered if Cooper was acting this way because of him. Julius felt terrible about the incident. It was wonderful, yes, and immeasurably pleasurable, but he still felt awful. Cooper, while technically twenty-years-old, was still completely and adorably innocent about the world. Yet, all Julius wanted was to show him the pleasures that could be found between two people -- God, all he wanted was to practically corrupt the poor boy, the heated dreams and fantasies he'd been having lately were proof of that, and it felt so wrong, yet so right that it was making Julius insane with need and guilt. "Pup, I- I'm sorry if you're mad at me. I acted like a jerk about your..." He took a deep breath, calming his nerves ever so slightly. "About your heat. But please, Coop, I need you to forgive me. I- I can't take this anymore." Julius felt water behind his eyes and he quickly squeezed them shut, pressing his forehead against the door and breathing deeply to try and calm himself. When he heard a slight whine from inside the bedroom, though, his eyes snapped open again. He didn't remember opening the door, only knew that one moment he was staring at the grain of Cooper's bedroom door and the next was standing inside the room, staring at the small mass huddled up on the bed. The man was acutely reminded at that moment how little he'd seen the boy recently. His skin, usually soft and white like marshmallow cream was now even paler. His eyes were filled with such sorrow and underlined with dark bags that Julius felt the pain found there deep in his soul. His hair and fur was knotted and oily, desperately needing a wash and comb. The poor boy needed help, but had been refusing to ask. "Oh, pup," Julius muttered. He wasn't sure if the tear tracking down his cheek was real or imagined. He didn't really care either way. "J-Julius," Cooper cried softly, fresh tears tracking down his cheeks. Julius felt his heart break, immediately going over to Cooper and taking the pup in his arms, carding one hand through the hair on his head and rubbing up and down the boy's back with the other. "Shh, it's alright. I'm here, it'll be alright, I'm here." "S-sorry, Master. S-so sorry," Cooper whimpered into his chest, shocking the hell out of Julius. "Cooper," Julius gently pushed him away ever so slightly, moving a hand to cup his cheek and leaving the other to continue rubbing soothing circles into his back. "I'm not your Master." He was terrified when the boy burst out into even stronger tears, now sobbing into his hands. Idiot, Julius chastised himself, obviously he's gonna take that wrong! Julius pulled Cooper back into his chest, rocking them ever so slightly back and forth. "I don't mean I don't want you here; I do, I really do. I'd be devastated if you left." Cooper's sobbing settled down, his body relaxing more until his crying ceased, leaving only sniffles and hiccups behind. "Lord knows I want you here, pup. What I meant was that you're in charge of yourself. You are so strong, Cooper, you have no idea. I want you to be confident, to take charge and take control. I know you have it in you; you don't need me to be your owner, you can own yourself." Cooper pulled back slightly, his red-rimmed eyes looking up at him with confusion. "You want me to take charge?" he asked, clearly new to the foreign idea. Julius gazed down at the pup, noting that even after falling apart, he still looked beautiful. He felt his heart clench, and knew it was too late to keep himself from falling. "Yes," he whispered, feeling happiness burst within him at the hesitant -- but clearly present -- excitement in Cooper's eyes. He wasn't prepared when Cooper's lips were suddenly attached to his own. His eyes widened before closing, giving in to the sparks flying through him and the butterflies swarming in his stomach. This kiss was different than the one during the boy's heat -- it was closed, gentle, and sugary sweet. This was what their first kiss should've been like. At that thought, Julius's eyes flew open once again. He took hold of Cooper's arms and gently pushed him away until their lips separated. He waited until they were both breathing normally again before speaking. "Cooper, I... You're so young, I-" "No." Julius looked at him with shock, unable to respond. Cooper was looking at him with fire in his eyes, the sniveling young pup from earlier seeming to have disappeared. "I don't know everything, but I'm not a baby, Julius. I went through my heat. I don't know everything involved, but I know I want you." Cooper's arms reached around him once more, so his hands rested on the back of his neck. "You want me to take charge? This is it. This is me, taking charge." Julius felt warmth shoot through his veins at the boy's words. He wanted them to be together, so badly it hurt, but... "Let's take it slow, alright?" Julius compromised, smiling to show that he really did want to be with Cooper. His heart clenched with happiness when Cooper grinned widely, nodding his head. Julius smiled wider, grasping the boy's hips lightly before leaning down to peck his lips. "Now, do you want to go to the zoo today?" He laughed as the boy squealed before running to the bathroom to shower, shouting about how he wanted pancakes before they left. Cooper was back, and Julius was ecstatic. ** Six months. It had been about six months since Cooper's last heat, about five and a half since that fateful moment in his bedroom where their relationship began. Cooper had loved every moment of it, every second he spent with Julius. The man brought new feelings within Cooper to the forefront, emotions he couldn't quite explain. At first appearance, these feelings terrified him. But as the days passed, he came to find how wonderful they truly were, and came to the conclusion that anything that felt so amazing, so pleasurable, had to be natural and right. So he stopped worrying and gave in to the emotions that swam within him. It had been about six months since his last heat. Based on his continued online research -- he didn't want to return to the doctor's office as doctors made him nervous -- and based on the warmth he felt beneath his skin, he knew his heat would arrive that evening. This time, he was determined to spend it with Julius. ** Rain splattered against the windshield. The wipers were fighting an uphill battle -- each time they swiped away the water on the glass, reinforcements arrived to fight back. Julius wanted to get home quickly. His relationship with Cooper had only gotten better since it began nearly half a year ago. While they had the occasional fight, issues were always resolved quickly with a kiss and no hard feelings. Julius had only grown to feel more strongly for the boy -- in fact, he'd finally admitted to himself that he had fallen in love with the sweet hybrid. Now if only he could admit it to his love. But he didn't want to scare the boy. They had shared a few physical moments together, on occasion finding themselves making out on the couch or the bed. Still, these never went farther than them shedding their shirts -- although, they did share a bed together now, making Julius look forward to going to sleep more than he ever had before. Julius was serious when he said he wanted to take things slow, and they were. Yet he couldn't help, at times, to curse himself for that promise. Lately, more and more often, he found himself lusting after Cooper. Cold showers and his right hand had become his only relief, and while he had once felt guilty for his passion for the boy, the past months had taught him that his love and attraction toward Cooper was not something to be ashamed of. It was something to celebrate. He was eager to get home and see his little love. He hoped to move the sexual side of their relationship a little further tonight -- not all the way, as he wasn't sure Cooper was mentally ready for that. Images entered Julius's mind -- images that he really shouldn't have conjured up while driving. He remembered Cooper during his heat, with sweat glistening on his bare chest, his hair tousled from being rubbed against the pillow, his brown eyes wide and full of pure lust. Julius swallowed harshly, readjusted his pants slightly, and pressed down harder on the accelerator. He was really eager to get home. When he finally pulled in the garage, he nearly let out a sigh of relief. He had willed his hard-on away and could enter the house without immediate embarrassment. Grabbing his messenger bag, he hopped out of the car and briskly walked inside. "I'm home!" he shouted, despite knowing it wasn't necessary -- Cooper would've heard the garage door. Julius hastily hung up his jacket and kicked off his shoes before walking into the living room, loosening his tie as he went. He dropped his bag on the couch and shut off the TV when he realized that Cooper had long since abandoned the room. He was just starting to worry about Cooper's lack of an appearance when he suddenly heard little feet pounding down the stairs and across the wood floor. With a wide grin stretched across his face, Julius turned around and opened his arms, catching the boy as he flew into his chest. Julius pulled Cooper in closer for a tight hug, pressing his nose into the boy's white hair and inhaling deeply. Immediately, his nerve endings were set aflame as heat burst throughout the man's veins. He realized that not only had Cooper's normal scent change to one that was practically lust in aromatic form, but the hybrid was also naked save for a pair of Julius's boxer shorts, hanging loosely on the boy's hips. The man barely held back a moan as the boy started kissing and licking at his neck while grinding slowly and sensually against his abs. "Julius," Cooper whined against his neck. "Finally. Please, please, I need you." "Cooper," Julius softly said, hating himself for having to play devil's advocate, "this is just the heat talking. I'm not going to take advantage of you when you're not thinking clearly." "If I didn't want this, I would've told you yesterday. I knew my heat was coming and I wanted -- I still want -- to share it with you." His arms tightened around the hybrid, pulling him closer into his body. This was the point of no return. Julius had told himself that they wouldn't go all the way tonight, that Cooper wasn't emotionally ready for it. But he looked deep into the hybrid's eyes and saw wisdom and experience beyond the child-like demeanor. Cooper knew what he was doing, had probably spend the last five months determining whether or not he wanted this. The Stray "Julius," Cooper whispered, pulling the man out of his thoughts and back into the present, where need shone through the boy's big brown orbs. "Please." His control cracked, splintered, held together just barely by the desire to make Cooper's first time as amazing and pain-free as the boy deserved. Julius kissed Cooper deeply, feeling his heart lighten considerably at the idea that he was finally letting go. Cooper moaned loudly, grinding against Julius once again. With his heat shooting pheromones at him, Julius found himself heating up quickly, relishing in the feeling for the first time in months, knowing that he didn't have to pull away, that this was what Cooper needed. Julius stumbled his was up the stairs and to his bedroom with the boy in his arms, stopping now and again to press Cooper up against the wall. When that happened, the only thing that motivated him to keep going was the strong aversion to taking Cooper's virginity in the hallway. Finally, they reached Julius's bedroom. The man didn't bother shutting the door, instead striding right to his bed and setting Cooper on the rumpled blankets -- evidently, this was where the boy had spent his time waiting for Julius to return. As soon as his back pressed against the bed, Cooper stripped off the boxers and threw them to the ground before grabbing Julius and pulling the man on top of him. Julius had only been able to peel off his socks before he was pulled down by the collar of his shirt to rest on top of Cooper. He chuckled at his boy's urgency, pressing his lips against Cooper's as small fingers ripped at his button-up shirt. Most of the buttons slipped out of their loops easily, but a few refused to be moved so hastily, causing them to instead be ripped out and spill across the bed. Julius couldn't find any worry about the shirt and its ruined buttons -- he was just as eager to get rid of the cloth that still kept them from each other. When Julius had finally rid himself of his clothing, he lay on top of Cooper, grasping his wrists in one hand and holding the hybrid's arms over his head. Julius loved the contrast between his own dark skin and his boy's pale skin; it made him hotter yet. As he lay chest to chest with his love, he began peppering the hybrid with kisses, trailing down his body from lips, to neck, to chest, until finally -- to Cooper's relief -- to groin, taking most of the hybrid's member in his mouth and wrapping his free hand around the base. "Oh, Julius!" he moaned, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving. Julius smiled and continued to work his magic, loving the way Cooper whined and moaned, his head pressed deep into the pillow. After a moment, Julius released his hands, which were immediately dug into the man's shoulders. It didn't take long for him to find his release, crying out as he spilled everything into Julius's mouth. "Eww, Julius, spit that out!" he giggled, enjoying the slight reprieve from the heat as he came down from his high. The man just winked before sticking out his tongue, showcasing his empty mouth and causing Cooper to grab a nearby pillow and smack him in the face. "That's gross!" he cried out. "Did you just hit me?" Julius asked, fake hurt threading his voice. Cooper giggled again and bit his lower lip slightly. "Maybe." "Maybe? Well, maybe I should get back at you, then!" Before Cooper could register what Julius had meant, the man had attacked, tickling the boy with no regards for his shrieks for mercy. By the time they had settled down, Cooper lay on Julius's chest, the heat slowly became present again. But this time, Julius was prepared. He smiled up at Cooper before gently rolling them over again to hover over the boy. After one, two quick kisses, he reached over to the nightstand and withdrew a small foil wrapper. It took Cooper a moment to understand what the small item was; yet, once the item registered, he could feel his body heat up quickly as excitement tore through him. They were actually going to do it; that magical thing that the internet seemed to love and that all the world seemed to obsess over. He could only hope that it was all it was cracked up to be. Julius pulled in his boy for a deep kiss, effectively ending his train of thought. Only pulling away for a moment, the man ripped open the small package before rolling the condom onto himself, groaning softly as he did. When he finished, he immediately went back to kissing the hybrid. After a moment, just when the heat was starting to get strong again, Julius pulled away, causing Cooper to whine with frustration. The man chuckled and just spread apart Cooper's legs a little more before reaching down with one hand and circling his hole. "Ready?" he asked in a breathy whisper. Cooper could only manage a slight nod. That was all Julius needed to plunged two fingers deep into his already soaking entrance. The hybrid moaned long and loud, moving up and down on the bed, fucking himself on his man's fingers as a third was added. It didn't take long before Julius lost all of his control. There was only so much he could take, and Cooper was finally prepped enough -- so, without warning to Cooper, he withdrew his fingers and hastily replaced them with his member. It was a blur. Their bodies danced a carnal tango, the dichotomy of white and black making a beautiful portrait as they declared their love for one another in the most basic way known to animals and humans alike. They didn't last long. The speed increased, the tempo too fast for either to continue. With a scream, Cooper released -- he found himself floating, higher than his first orgasm had brought him, for longer than he thought possible. He barely recognized Julius's long groan as he, too, came to completion, only noticing just how beautiful the man looked when he came. When he started drifting back into reality, he noticed that Julius had already wiped him down slightly and pulled him onto his chest. "Hey, beautiful," he whispered, making giggles fall from Cooper's lips. "Hey," he replied, his voice hoarse from screaming. For some reason, that fact just made Julius more proud of himself, in a caveman sort of way. They kissed, sweet and chaste. For a while, they simply lay there, enjoying one another as the heat stalled. "Julius?" Cooper suddenly asked, breaking the comfortable silence. "Yeah?" "Is this what love feels like?" Julius felt his heart skip, then stop, before speeding up to a rapid tempo. He looked down at the boy and felt an overwhelming surge of love. "Yeah," he whispered. "This is what love feels like." "Oh." The silence returned, and Julius struggled to understand what was going on in his puppy's head. He didn't have to wonder for long before Cooper spoke up yet again. "Julius?" "Yeah?" "I love you." Julius closed his eyes tightly, his throat closing up with emotion. He took a moment before swallowing hard and replying hoarsely. "I love you too." The Stray Girl George sat looking at Mary unhappy with what he was seeing. The twenty year old had shown up with plans to go out clubbing with his daughter Connie, whom was still in the bathroom applying her makeup. All of this was normal. The trouble was, every week Mary's clothes were a little more trashy. This week she had knee high fuck-me boots, miniskirt, and bustier, all in black leather. The outfit was garnished with fishnet stockings. It matched her long shiny black hair, striking blue eyes, and unblemished fair white skin nicely. But it was too whorish, even for clubbing, and he had told her so. He just didn't like to see her degrading herself like this. She had always been his little angel. "Oh, get over it. You'll have to let us grow up sometime." Mary sneered at him. "I accept that you and Connie are growing up and dating guys, but you need to have a little sense of decency." Mary rolled her eyes at him. "If you look like a whore, some guys will think they can treat you like a whore." He explained. "I know how to handle myself. I know how to say no." Mary replied. "If they don't take no for an answer?" "I have knees and they have balls." He looked at the waif-like, 4 foot 10, 90 pound girl from head to toe. "So you think you can fight a full grown man off." "I have pepper spray in my purse too." "In that purse." He pointed at the small bag in her hand. Mary nodded in response. George challenged her, "Act like you are going to spray me with it." "What?" "Get it out right now and show me what you would do if I attacked you." He growled loudly. Mary hesitated looking a little scared. George had always been sweet to her. He tended to pick and cluck at her like a bit of a mother hen at times, but she wasn't used to him being mean and aggressive. He was the warm, accepting constant in her life. He had been more of a father to her than her own absent dad. Mary's father had divorced her mother ten years ago and started a new family. She knew her real dad loved her and he tried to stay part of her life but nothing replaced a dad at home. George had always been around when Mary came over to hang with Connie. He may not have known it, but half the reason Mary visited so much was because she wanted to experience his charm. Mary had tried to set him up with her mom so she could have him around in a more permanent setting but they hadn't been interested in each other. His disapproval of her clothes hurt Mary. Disappointing George always hurt. If he told her to change her clothes, she would, he only needed to ask. Mary liked that he cared. George shocked Mary out of her stupor when he shouted, "Defend yourself, damn it!" Mary went for the pepper spray. She didn't have a chance to even get her hand in the purse. George grabbed her wrists. She went to knee him in the crotch, but he used his knee to block hers then hooked his ankle behind her supporting leg. He swept her to the ground instantly and her purse was flung away removing any hope of grabbing for the pepper spray even if she could free her wrist. George used his legs to force Mary's apart and pinned her arms above her head in what she felt was an overtly sexual pose while their genitals rubbed together. He moved both her wrists into one of his large hands. This freed his other hand to tickle her ribs. He easily controlled her body despite her frantic struggles. Her struggling caused her tiny skirt to push up past her waist exposing her minimal black satin panties. George figured he had his victory, proving just how quickly and how far things could get out of her control. He would let her up then give her the lecture on needing to stay out of bad situations in the first place. However, Mary bridged her back trying to buck George off of her. The motion caused him to fall forward with his lips coming within an inch of hers. They were both suddenly filled with an overwhelming awareness of each other. She could feel his hardness against her vulva. He could feel the heat of her sex on his stiffness. Their mouths so close they shared each other's hot breaths. They both realized that the situation had turned from playing to very sexually charged. If Mary's arms had not been trapped above her head she would have grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers. Being so close to her goal yet not acquiring it was killing her. George wanted take her then and there. He ground his loins into hers. Despite the pleasure of his actions, his lust clouded mind began to clear, and he felt guilty for essentially forcing himself on a girl literally half his age. Connie cleared her throat while standing in the doorway staring at her father's and best friend's bodies tangled in a carnal display. They both froze. George quickly disengaged himself from her and helped Mary up off of the floor. They stood huffing like they had been running the 100 meter dash and avoiding eye contact. George was formulating an apology and Mary chased erotic thoughts from her head while putting her clothes back in place. "What the hell are you two doing? It sounded like there were galloping elephants out here." Connie muttered at them from the doorway. "I swear, sometimes the two of you are like five year olds. I can't leave you alone for two minutes without you going at each other." Connie wandered back to the bathroom shaking her head theatrically. George tried to apologize to Mary, "I... look, I'm, um, I didn't mean to... you know... I'm sorry." "No, I understand, you're right. I'll go change." Mary fled off to Connie's room, presumably to steal a change in clothes but also to escape the awkward situation. Connie appeared from the bathroom ready to go. Although her outfit was prudish compared to what Mary had been wearing, in Frank's opinion his daughter Connie's skin tight, green sleeveless dress showed way too much of her d-cup cleavage and came down to mid thigh showing way too much leg. Her feet were armored in Doc Martin boots, contrasting with the feminine dress and girlish blond ponytail. He did not like seeing his daughter dress in a sexual way, but she was 20 and he was trying to let her grow up a little. She was beginning to look exactly like her long deceased mother had when they had married. "What did you do with Mary?" She demanded. "She's changing." "Oh, Dad. Did you guilt her into changing because she looked too sexy?" Connie teased. "I guess. There is a limit to how slutty I want you girls to look." "Yeah, she did look a little too much like a streetwalker." Mary came back out in one of Connie's dresses she had thrown over the top of her previous outfit. The new dress was yellow and a came down to just above the knee. Connie is about 6 inches taller than Mary. On Connie, George thought this dress was too short, it only came down just past her ass. It was also skin tight on Connie and clung to her ample boobs showing lots of cleavage. He hated this dress for how much it screamed sex while his daughter wore it. Now it hung loosely on the much smaller statured Mary only hinting at her modest curves hidden underneath. The top was way too loose and open, and would not have concealed her chest but Mary still had the bustier on underneath so she was presentable. George found the coy hiding of her body a hell of a lot more sexy than the overt display of her previous outfit. George thought she looked good enough to eat. He distinctly remembered the heat emanating from her sex minutes before. He let his mind wander to imagining how it would feel on his tongue while he explored her pussy. This wasn't the first time he fantasized about having sex with Mary. Although he couldn't quite figure out what it was, she had developed a certain quality in the last year that made him want her badly. "So, does this meet with your approval sir?" Mary asked with a sarcastic tone and a steel blue gaze. "Yeah, you look amazing." George said without considering how it sounded. Mary blushed brightly at the compliment and looked down shyly. She liked the hungry predatory look in his eyes. She had noticed this desirous look had frequently started showing up in his eyes for several months now. The sexy outfits were for him, so that she could see his hungry eyes. She longed for those looks. She noted he may not be attracted to the whorish look. She would error on the side of innocent, and maybe a little naughty, going forward. She thought maybe he would like the sexy, innocent school girl look. She would need to find out. "You guys are creeping me out big time." Connie informed them. To her father, "We'll be back late, Dad." To Mary she said, "If you can stop effing around, let's go." And then with a coy smile and a small wave of the hand from Mary to George the girls were gone. *** A couple of weeks went by without any further drama. It seemed like Mary had toned down her clothes and while still looking cute she was a lot less trampy. He loved the adorable skirts and knee socks she had suddenly grown fond of. Just before noon one Saturday morning Connie left for work and would not be back until after dinner (she worked in a clothing store at the mall). George was planning on spending the morning doing household chores while having football on in the background. About 30 minutes after Connie was gone, Mary knocked on the door. "Connie home?" She let herself in without waiting for a response. "She just left for work." "That's fine, I can wait." "She won't be back for like seven hours." "I'm patient." She dropped onto the sofa, picked up the tv remote, and started surfing through the channels. "What are you watching?" "I WAS watching college football." She kept changing channels, ignoring him. "It seems like there is never anything good on." She shut the tv off. George knew Mary was screwing with him. She wasn't this oblivious. She was the smartest and most perceptive person he had ever known. She damn near had a photographic memory and the one time he had played chess against her she had demolished him even though she was playing videos games on her DS the whole time. It was rather humiliating, especially since she had been 13 years old at the time. George sat next to her, "What is on your mind, Mary?" She turned to face him, "I want a rematch." "Rematch?" "You know I can't stand losing at anything. Ever." "What are you talking about?" "I can tell by the way you have been looking at me that you think about finishing what we started too." "Please, pretend I have no idea what the hell you are talking about. What rematch?" "Our little game," she blinked her big blue doe eyes at him in the most innocent way, "where you try to rape me." George swallowed. That was what exactly what it had been. He had not allowed himself to think of what he had been doing even if he had no intention of following through. Mary continued, "I want a do-over, without Connie around to interrupt us." She stood and took her t-shirt and shoes off. She was left wearing yoga pants and a sport bra, not that her modest b-cup breasts needed support. "Come on big boy. Let's see what you are made of." She teased. Her eyes ran up and down his tall fit body, and his broad chest and wide shoulders. It seemed ridiculous that she would challenge this manly mountain of muscle to a physical contest. George was wearing loose lightweight lycra workout shorts and a t-shirt. Little protection from the attack she had planned out. She figured she would have one chance to take him by surprise. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea." George wasn't sure he could take any more of her teasing without breaking. She stretched her arms over her head warming up like she wasn't paying attention, however the instant George stood, Mary attacked. She threw her full weight at his trim 6 foot 1 body, wrapping her arms around his waist and shoving her shoulder into his firm stomach. For a tiny, sub-5 foot tall girl, she was pushing with surprising strength. George leaned into her in order to stay upright. As soon as she felt his weight lean into her, Mary reversed pulling George forward off of his feet. He instinctively stepped forward to catch himself. Quick as lightning, Mary swung around behind George while he regained his footing and jumped on his back, laughing the whole time as she got her arms around his neck trying for a headlock. Before she could get her legs or arms set around him, George was able to hook an arm around her waist, overcome her arm strength, and pull her around to his front. She locked her heels behind his back squeezing his torso with her thighs. George wrapped his arms around her and sat hard on the sofa with Mary in his lap. They sat breathing heavily. Mary had a huge smile. "Please don't disappoint me by giving up that easy." Mary plead. "I've heard enough of your talk." He tickled her sides and used her lapse in concentration as an opportunity to rolled her onto her back. Mary squealed and slapped at his hands. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head. He trapped both of her wrists in one of his hands. Mary taunted him, "Oh, this trick again. Now what, tough guy?" "I win." She tightened her legs around his waist. "Not yet. You need to follow this game through to its logical conclusion.You only win if you take me as your reward." George assumed a confused expression. Mary thought the way his head cocked to the side in a puppy like manner was adorable. She continued, "I shouldn't need to explain the rules of what we are doing. You win when you tear my clothes off and have your way with me. Truthfully, I think that's when we both win." George finally figured out that she was offering herself to him and he was not sure how to respond. He wanted her, but he wondered if it was the right thing to do. He relaxed his grip on her wrists. Seeing his internal struggle, Mary pulled her arms free, placed her hands on the sides of his head and guided his mouth to her own. She used her tongue to find his. Any hesitation he may have had died in Mary's mouth. He was more than ready to 'claim his reward' Without a word George stood and threw Mary over one of his wide shoulders. She giggled with delight at the manhandling and lightly issued a fake struggle in his grasp. She kicked her feet and pounded her tiny fists on his well muscled back. As he carried her into his bedroom, Mary was filled with anxiety. This was all part of her plan, why she came over and provoked him today. She had gotten tired of waiting for George to act on the impulses he obviously felt. She had fantasized about this minute for months. What if she messed it up now? She was terrified. Still on his shoulder, she reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. George leaned forward and laid Mary on the bed. As he stood she peeled his shirt off over his head. If he had any doubt of her intent it was quickly evaporating as she beckoned him to her with a curling index finger and a sultry smile. He hooked his thumbs in his shorts and dropped them along with his underpants. Mary's eyes got huge. She was afraid for a new reason, George was much bigger than she had worked with before. It was like her arm if she made a fist and she was pretty sure she could not get her hand inside herself. George read her mind through her eyes and took it as a compliment. He had no worry about how their bodies would fit together. He knew from experience with enough lube and patience they would both have a lot of fun. Mary could see there was no turning back now. If he had a hungry look before, now he looked ravenous. George was a wolf looking at a helpless little lamb. He was going to have her. The sense of being helpless to his desires at this point was exhilarating. She could feel her body loosening, moistening, preparing for action. Even her mouth was watering in hopeful anticipation of having him in there. George quickly pulled Mary up to into his arms; she squeaked in surprise as she flew to him. She wrapped her arms and legs around his naked body. He groped her ass as his lips connected to hers. He licked and nibbled at her mouth. Mary thought this was nice but she was growing impatient. "I will be heartbroken if you don't tear my clothes off soon." George set her on the floor lightly then in two quick, distinct motions, first up then down. He had her shirt thrown across the room and her pants and panties around her ankles. She held his shoulder for balance as he kneeled in front of her sliding the clothes off of her feet delicately. He stood then gave her a shove onto the bed. Mary fell back in a lewd display. After crawling on to the bed with her, he used his tongue to taste every inch of her body. He started at her feet and worked his way to her shoulders avoiding all contact with her genitals and nipples. Then he used his mouth to worship her fingers and worked his way up to her shoulders again before moving to her nipples. Mary was a blithering mass by this point and her pussy was making a puddle. She pushed down on the top of his head encouraging him to move his mouth lower on her body. She could feel his hot breath bathing her mons. Mary raised her hips to cause him to contact her wet sex. He licked her hot, wet center. He licked at her clit rapidly. George chased her clit around as her hips writhed and bounced. She wailed louder and louder until the earth shook around her. She came, shouting loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He sat up as her convulsions subsided. She desperately wanted to make love now but could not find her voice to ask so she desperately tried to pull him on top of her. "Not yet little angel." He chided her. "Ugh!" she threw her head back in frustration. He went to the bathroom and came back with a jar of Vaseline. He coated his thick finger and used it to work at the opening of her pussy. Mary really liked the way his finger felt inside her but she wanted his cock inside her. Once one finger was slipping in and out easily he added a second. She grunted at the stretching. When he was happy with her body's response to his preparations George carefully mounted his tiny new girlfriend. His seated position between Mary's thighs caused the head of his cock to probe upward against her g-spot. She had not felt this sensation during intercourse before. Every time he trusted forward pushing the first half of his cock into her womb, he stretched her opening more than she thought possible and put pressure on her g-spot. This was a place in her vagina that had never been stimulated before. She was coming again but this time it was different. She could not handle it anymore. George enjoyed watching Mary's eyes rolling back into her head as she grunted unintelligible noises. She dug her heels into the bed and launched herself off of his dick landing in a crumpled heap higher up the bed. George grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to him across the satin sheets. He covered her body with his own kissing Mary on the mouth. She responded by vigorously kissing him back. Laying over Mary, George entered her pussy slowly. She thought that surely he would bottom out soon, but he kept sliding in stretching even deeper parts of her womb. When she was convinced he was going to hit something vital his balls came to rest on her ass. She wondered if she should be proud or ashamed that she had taken his entire monster inside of her body. "Oh! So tight. It feels so perfect inside you." George moaned. He began to pump in and out. Her tight pussy felt so good and it had been a long time since he had had a beautiful woman stretched around his cock he knew he could not last long. He slowly picked up his pace encouraged by Mary's vocals. Mary liked what he was doing, but honestly the earlier events had already been the greatest sex of her life by a wide margin and the intense simulation had desensitized her a bit. Now the only thing on her mind was helping George find the maximum pleasure possible. The Stray Girl "That's right give it to me. Make me your women." She shouted. George picked up the pace. "Oh god, so big, I'm so full. Faster!" She didn't mind stroking his ego a bit. What guy didn't want to hear about how big and wonderful his dick was. Besides in George's case it was true. George was building towards his big finish and he realized that in his lust that he had not asked if she was using the pill. Between grunts he asked the awkward question, "Where. Should. I. Cum?" Mary locked her heels behind his ass. "In me. Cum in me. Drown my pussy." She yelled. George unleashed his torrent. Mary refused to let him disengage. While feeling George flood her body with seminal fluid did not trigger any additional orgasms, it did give her an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. She had served him well and he had rewarded her with his seed. She held him in place with her feet to make sure neither his cock nor his cum escaped her body as they recovered. After he could breath again George asked, "Are you on the pill?" "Maybe, maybe not." She smiled wistfully. "Let's make a deal, I'll tell you, if you cum in me again." Mary could feel his wilting member stiffening inside her again. "I think someone likes the idea." "You're a naughty little thing." He knew based on her personality she must be on the pill, but the idea there was a chance he might get her pregnant fed his lust. They lay grinding against each other until George had fully recovered. Mary pulled herself off of his thick organ and got on her hands and knees. She felt empty without him stretching her body open, but she wanted him to take her from behind. It was embarrassing for her to admit, but doggy was always her favorite position. She waited for him to get the idea. Seeing Mary presenting herself for him fuck was exciting. Her small body looked so enticing, so perfectly formed. Her small waist, flat stomach, flared hips, heart shaped ass, small round buns, and tiny tits hanging to small points. She looked like a girl from one of those 'too small' porno videos on the net he like to watch every night pretending it was Mary. George moved in behind her and started to feed his cock into her pussy. He held her hips and settled in to a medium rhythm. Mary felt like he was redefining her favorite position. She liked it because this was normally the only way she could cum from penetration. He had already changed that earlier. Before, sex for her had always been about fucking really hard and trying to cum if she was lucky. Now, he was somehow making love to her, not mere fucking, and still making it feel great. Then he did the most amazing thing ever. He grabbed her tits and pulled her shoulders up against his chest. Immediately, he hit that magic spot on the front of her pussy that had liquefied her body earlier. She screamed with pleasure and spasmed. But he kept driving and Mary lost conscious thought. George watched Mary turn into a rag doll. He just held her quivering mass in place and kept plowing away. She was so wet that he could feel her fluids streaming down his thighs. Mary began to need him to finish. She needed a break from the stimulation. This was too much. She could not take any more. She begged him "Please, cum in me. Cum in my little pussy." He lowered her face to the mattress grabbed her ass and pillaged her little body. She felt him drive deep into her furrow and coat her insides. George was wiped out. Mary was going to kill him with sex if it was always going to be this good. He pulled out and lay next to Mary, whose ass was still high in the air while she panted. He reached over and held her hand. Mary lowered down and cuddled against George's side. Mary said, "Gawd that was hot." "What?" "The fact I turn you on enough that cumming in me is worth you risking getting me pregnant." "I'm certain you are on the pill. You are way too much of a control freak to take those kinds of chances." "Unless, in my twisted mind, this was all part of a plan to have your baby." She let him consider that possibility in silence before continuing, "What would you do if I did get pregnant? Even the pill isn't a guaranty." "You would move in and we would be raising a child together." George stated as though it was the simplest thing in the world. Mary swooned at his response. With a smile she asked, "Get married?" "I don't know. It's possible. We would have to figure that out." "Oh god, now I may actually stop taking the pill." Mary cuddled against him. "You are the sweetest thing to ever happen to me." George's energy was completely spent. He curled on his side, wrapped his arms around Mary, pulled her over so that he was tightly spooning behind her and promptly fell asleep. Mary was amused at how quickly his snores began after he had manhandled her into position like she was his teddy bear. She lay deciding whether she should try to escape his iron clad grasp. It was nice to be held but she was way too amped up to lay about. She was so excited, she wanted to do a victory dance around the room. She had done it. She landed her man. George was right, Mary was a control freak. She planned everything minute of her life well in advance, including today. When she had first noticed George looking at her as though she was a real woman over the past year it had surprised her. She wondered why he would be interested. But with each caress of his eyes she got used to being an object of attention for his lusty glances. She started to look at herself differently. Maybe she was becoming more of a woman than she had realized. Although her curves were small, like everything else about her, she definitely had curves now, especially on her backside. She decided that she liked it when he looked, really liked it, but she wanted so much more so she made a plan to make him belong to her. At first she encouraged him to look. Then she tried to become a fantasy to him. She spent months providing him with images and and circumstances that undoubtedly fueled many sessions of intense masturbation. Once he got used to seeing her as a sexual object, even if only in his dreams, she planned to pierce the virtuous demeanor that kept him from treating her as anything more than his daughter's friend. It had worked perfectly to plan and ahead of schedule. The unexpected fake attempted rape demonstration he provided had moved him past the hurdle of her needing to get him to touch her in a sexual way a month earlier than she had hoped. The hardest part had been being patient for the past couple weeks and letting his latent desire intensify. She had homed in on what he desired and liked about her and played up to those images for him. Now phase one, to successfully find a way into his bed, was complete. Phase two, make his bed a permanent home every night was also ahead of schedule. Phase three, well... She was considering revising the whole pan now. He had put marriage and baby on the bargaining table. It was too tempting to ignore. She would have to put considerable thought into it. This was bigger and better than she had let herself imagine possible. He must have been fantasizing about putting a baby in her belly a lot for him to have come to grips with the idea so easily. Now she knew she would have his baby eventually. She wanted it more than anything before in her life, but she wanted a ring on her finger first. She shelved the idea. Next she would need to follow through with phase two. A misstep here would mean disaster. This part would be tricky because she would have to play it by ear and guess at reading his chaotic, guilt riddled brain. She had no doubt that his kind heart and morals would raise their head soon and attempt to unseat her from the lofty cloud of high emotions she was soaring on. Mary admired George's character, that was why she wanted him so bad. It would be ironic if it were also the reason she lost him. She expected him to come crashing down into reality as soon as he woke. His doubt and guilt would likely be great. He would probably think he had manipulated and taken advantage of her; she wondered how he would feel if he knew the real truth of her full role in all of this. With her endorphins fading from her system the excursion from earlier caught up with her and Mary began to doze off too. They napped together for the better part two hours. *** "Dear God, what have I done to my sweet little Mary?" Was his first thought when he awoke with his arms around her naked body. He had come of his hormonal high and crashed much like a junkie coming down. His soft member was glued to her ass by their combined fluids reminding him of how much he had cum inside her tight little womb. Now he was not so certain with himself that she wouldn't get pregnant, that everything would turn out okay. What if she did get pregnant. His lapse in common sense could have just changed her life forever. She could have a much tougher time ahead of her just because he had wanted a pleasure filled afternoon romp. Sure, she had been the instigator, but he should have been more responsible and looked out for her better. Mary spun in his arms and forced George onto his back. She sat on his stomach and pushed his shoulders to the bed. "Do you love me?" She demanded in a commanding voice. "Yes" he coughed out reflexively. George was surprised by her strength and forcefulness then equally surprised by his answer. He hadn't even considered the question before. One of the many things Mary loved about George was his naked honesty. He could never lie to her, evade the truth maybe, but never lie. She kissed him and he didn't consider resisting her. She pulled away looking down at him from her hands and knees. Her hands were still planted on his shoulders so that he could not get away. Given her light weight he could have thrown her off easily, but he let her have her moment of strength. She continued, "I love you too. I want this. I want us. I want you to be mine. Do you want me?" His eyes scanned down her naked body. He took in the hanging cones of her small, young boobs, the flare of her hips, the rectangular gap her pussy formed between her thighs, and her slender limbs. Lust surged to help push the last of his doubt side. She smirked and coyly asked, "Do you like what you see?" "Absolutely." "Then let's take a shower. We're both pretty nasty." She climbed off of George and led him by the hand into the master bath. He didn't need her to hold his hand he would have followed her cute little nude ass anywhere. In the shower they hugged and kissed. It was difficult for Mary to not notice his cock jabbing into her. She was please he still had the desire to take her. Mary was game, if he wanted her she was going let him have his way. It's not like she didn't enjoy sex too. "How do you want me?" she asked. Mary was caught off guard when he picked her up and pushed her back against the wall as he entered her. Mary could tell her poor little pussy was going to be really sore in morning from all the abuse by his big tool but she endured because she wanted him well bonded to her today. Tomorrow and at other times in the future, when her body needed to recover, he would need to be sated by her mouth alone. She knew he would understand if she explained, but she didn't worry about it right now, she let him do his thing. She was starting to get into what he was doing, it felt pretty good, but even more so she enjoyed how he looked at her and the level of pleasure he seemed to achieve by using her tight body. Mary could tell he was nearing his climax. She wanted to offer him a different kind of finish so she pried herself free and George let her go. She dropped her to her knees and grabbed for his cock. Mary pumped with both hands and sucked on the wide knob. George was awed by the obscene sight of Mary stretching her small mouth over the end of his thick phallus while her hands twisted and stroked his length. His sweet innocent little angel was providing him with amazing, not so innocent, pleasure. It was too close to all of his daydreams about her. She had him cumming again so quickly he felt like an inexperienced teenager. Mary sensed the oncoming geyser so she pulled back and posed with her mouth open. She wanted to swallow for him, and she would tonight when she made him take her to bed, but first she would act out her own porno fantasy. She always dreamed of taking a facial like the wanton whores she saw in the internet videos, however she never trusted a lover enough before. She didn't want anyone bragging about how she would do anything, and she meant anything, to make the person she loved happy. This kind of thing was her private gift to her man alone. Mary was surprised by the first shot of cum she felt splash onto her forehead. She pinched her eyes shut and felt more think streams landing on her. Her eyelids, her cheeks, were being coated, he even got a good shot in her open mouth. Only George was more surprised than Mary at the Peter North like volume. Where had he found it? It was his third today and it wasn't like the others had been small. Mary wiped the cum from her eyes and scrambled to open the shower door to look at her face in the mirror. She closed the door and turned to George with a wide beaming smile and cum dripping from her chin. "Perfect!" She shouted. Mary hugged his chest smearing cum all over him. George began to wipe his cum from her face with his finger. She grabbed his hand and held in front of her face. "Mine" she said sternly and she licked the sperm from his finger. She didn't eat anymore of his cum. She left it on her face and let it wash off as she showered. George was unsure how to proceed with this new relationship. Normally he was the predator conquering women that he desired. Today he knew that he was the conquered one. He had trouble understanding why someone so intelligent, so young,and so beautiful would want him. Mary understood the psychology behind her attraction for him. She knew she had abandonment and daddy issues, not that she cared as long as George loved her. *** "How are we going to tell Connie? Do you think she'll be okay with us dating?" Mary was overjoyed that George was referring to their relationship status as dating. "I don't know. I think she will be okay. Let's tell her over dinner." She pantomimed with a overly dramatic voice and a bad British accent, "Connie, could you pass the salt please. By the way your father and I are fucking each other now." "Maybe I should tell her." George had heard the way Connie and Mary talked to each other and it would not surprise him if she did say it exactly as she had just demonstrated. "I am just trying to think of how the best way to let her know that we are involved." "I'll just tell her that I'm trying out for the role as her evil step-mother." Mary joked. "Besides, she'll figure out what is going on when we go to bed together tonight." "So, you are spending the night?" She donned a sardonic smile. "I'm never going to leave. You're stuck with me for the long haul now." *** Connie came home from work. One step in the front door she looked at her best friend and father sitting separately watching television trying to look nonchalant. She knew they had sex. She didn't know how she knew but she was certain. Truth be told, she had wondered why it hadn't already happened because of the way they both pined for the other. It was okay with her, she was happy two people she loved found something together, but it meant she was losing a clubbing partner and her dad's time was about to be a lot more occupied. Her relationship with the two most important people in her life would change forever. In a fake display of drama she dropped her head and grabbed the bridge of her nose as though she was experiencing a headache. She muttered, "Really guys?" "What?" They exclaimed at the same time. "I can't leave you alone without you humping each other like a pair of rabbits." Taking their lack of denial as tacit admission she spoke to herself, "God damn you guys." Mary retorted, "Be nice or I'll make you start calling me mommy dearest." George snorted as he stifled a laugh. He was looking forward to the idea of having Mary around in a permanent capacity.