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Alpha Male

By: ZeeSpot



At the knock on the door, Stephen Wagner looked up, then put down his textbook, The Ethno-Geography of Prehistoric China. He crossed the small dorm room, unlocked the door, and peeked outside. A young woman stood at the entrance, smiling back at him in the light of a single bulb glowing in the hallway.

Stephen smiled back. "Oh. Hi, Amber."

"Hi, Steve. Is your brother here?"

Stephen opened the door wider. For a moment, Stephen let his eyes linger over her tight belly exposed under a tank top that swelled over her full breasts, then forced himself to look her in the eye. "Uh, no. Kurt left an hour ago."

"Oh." Amber twisted one of her curls of blonde hair on a finger. "I've been trying to get in touch with him all day."

"Kurt's band, the Horndogs, is playing at the Zenith Pavilion. It's a big auditorium on the south-east corner of the campus, can't miss it."

"I know. I was just over there. Kurt wasn't there. Damien is singing with them tonight." Amber chewed on her lower lip, then raised her blue eyes to Stephen's. "Steve, can I come in for a minute?"

"Uh, sure." Stephen held the door open for her, allowing a quick peek at the curves of her buttocks under her shorts as she walked past him.

Once inside, Stephen closed the door and scurried to the desk where he had been working. He began shuffling around the stacks of textbooks and notepads he had been poring over. "Sorry about the mess."

Amber leaned over the desk, allowing her eyes to wander over the mountain of paper. "That's okay. You studying for a test?"

"Uh, sort of. I'm supposed to be." Stephen picked up a gray and pitted skull resting in a box on the desk. "I kind of got caught up in researching this. I found it in the University's archives as an unidentified primate skull. I think it might belong to an undiscovered hominid from the Paleolithic Era. I might be able to get a thesis if I can identify it. If you'll notice here, the teeth are similar to the australopithecine, but the brain is very large, more like a Homo habilus--"

He stopped when he noticed the look on Amber's face. His cheeks flushed as he put the skull back down. "Sorry, got a little carried away."

"That's okay. It's nice that you're so into this science stuff." Amber sat down on Stephen's bed, bouncing slightly as she crossed her long legs.

Stephen sat down in the chair across from her. "So what did you want to talk to me about?"

Amber fixed her eyes on his. "Stephen, I want you to be honest with me. You're his brother. You know him better than I do. Is Kurt seeing another woman?"

Stephen froze, blinked, and then lowered his eyes. "Uh, well, I don't know. I'm not around him all the time--"

"Steve, be honest, please."

"Well, I mean, I don't know for sure, but a girl did call before Kurt left, and she said her name was Brittany. And I did see him having coffee with a woman last week. They looked kind of...intimate." Stephen looked into Amber's eyes, watching them pool with tears, and decided the moment of truth had arrived. "Okay, Amber, the truth. Last night, Kurt came in late with some redheaded girl on his arm. He gave me ten bucks to go see a movie, and told me not to hurry home. If you know what I mean."

Amber lowered her eyes, which began to glisten in the dim light. "Yes. I know what you mean. I knew he was seeing someone else. It's probably Ginger, that slut from the coffee shop."

"Ginger? No, I told you, the woman who called said her name was Brittany."

Amber burst into tears, clawing at her cheeks with her fingers as she hunched over. "Brittany, Ginger, who cares? Kurt's got a million women. I was so stupid."

Stephen climbed out of his chair and sat down on the bed next to Amber. "No, come on, don't beat yourself up. That's just Kurt being Kurt. He uses women. You're not the first woman who's fallen for it."

As Amber raised her head, tears ran down her cheeks onto the cleavage swelling from her tank top. The tears trickled down to vanish within the valley of her breasts. "I know, Steve. I knew Kurt had other women, but I wanted to believe I was special."

Stephen watched Amber sitting next to him, felt the heat of her body, and thought the moment had come. He shifted a little closer to her, trying not to shake the bed too much. "You are special, Amber. Even if Kurt doesn't see that, I do."

Amber raised her blue eyes up to him, giving him a crooked smile. "Thanks, Stephen. You're so sweet."

Stephen felt his heart pounding in his ribs as he brought his hand up by sheer will alone. He rested it lightly on her arm. Just the touch of her skin made his body tingle. "Amber, you don't need Kurt. Lots of guys would love to date you."

Amber's eyes softened. Her lips twitched. Stephen moved closer to her then, his hands trembling as they touched her forearms. He leaned in closer, feeling her breath against his face, carrying the scent of strawberries.

Amber slipped away from him, off the bed. She stood up and ran her hands down her hips, smoothing out her clothes. "I'd better go."

Stephen rose to his feet. "No, Amber, don't go. I like you a lot. I've liked you ever since I met you, but never said anything since you started dating Kurt. Come on. We don't have to stay here. Let's go catch a movie or something."

Amber winced. "Oh, Stephen, I can't. I'm still dating your brother."

"What? But I just told you, he's seeing other women."

Amber turned away, running her fingers down her cheeks. "I know, I know. But I still love Kurt."

Stephen breathed harder. "How can you say that? He doesn't love you."

"Look, it's not about Kurt. Even if I wasn't seeing Kurt, I couldn't date you." Amber turned to take both Stephen's hands in hers. He felt his heart leap at her touch, but her words made his heart sink again. "Stephen, you're a really sweet guy, but I'm just not into you."

Stephen pulled his hands out of her fingers and turned away. "Oh. I see."

He could hear Amber come up close behind him. "Hey, Steve, come on. It's nothing personal. You're funny and nice, and really smart. I like that. But I like a guy with a little edge, you know? Some excitement. I'm sorry."

Stephen kept his gaze fixed on the window in front of him, watching snow fall outside the dormitory. "I understand." 

"Good. Well, I'm gonna go try the coffee shop. Sometimes Kurt likes to go there. Maybe I can catch up with him. I'll see you later, okay? Maybe we can grab a coffee sometime, just as friends. Bye."

Stephen kept his fists clenched as Amber's footsteps faded, the door opened and closed, and the room fell into silence.

He couldn't believe it. He had dreamed of telling Amber how he felt about her, ever since he first saw her. It had been at one of Kurt's parties, and Stephen had been sitting in a corner as usual, nursing a cup of punch. Along comes Kurt out of the pool with two women under his arm. One of them had been an Asian girl named Kim who ended up breaking up with Kurt in a week. The other had been Amber. They all wore swimsuits, and Stephen couldn't take his eyes off Amber's breasts bouncing under her bikini top. She hadn't noticed Stephen, too busy laughing over one of Kurt's jokes and rubbing his brother's muscular arms and stomach. The three of them ended up climbing the stairs, and Stephen had been treated to the sight of Amber's round butt in a thong. From that moment on, Stephen had been hooked.

To Stephen's surprise, Amber's relationship with Kurt lasted longer than a week. He knew all along that Kurt saw other women, but didn't want to say anything to hurt her. But every chance he got, Stephen tried to get Amber alone and get to know her. The two of them seemed to get along well. She didn't share his love of prehistoric archaeology, but at least she listened. Maybe if they had met under other circumstances, Stephen would have had a chance.

Stephen sighed as he closed his eyes. All his life, he had lived in the shadow of his brother. It looked like that would never change.

He rubbed his face and tried to focus. He still had that test on evolutionary history to study for. As he faced his desk again, the mysterious skull gazed up at him from its box. The open mouth gaped at him in a permanent smile, mocking him. A round hole in its forehead seemed like a third eye, watching Stephen.

"Just you and me now, huh, pal?" Stephen asked it. "All alone, Saturday night, looking at dirty old skulls. That's my life. That'll always be my life."

The rush of humiliation overwhelmed him. He plucked the skull out of the box, turned, and hurled it at the wall. The skull shattered into pieces of fossilized bone and powder that rained down onto the floor.

But the powder didn't stay on the floor. It swirled in the air like a miniature tornado. Stephen lunged back as the powder turned the color of gold, sparkling in the dim light as it whirled towards him. He screamed as the dust overtook him, but his lungs filled with the powder. It burned inside his chest, and Stephen doubled over in coughs. The sparkling light filled his eyes.

The dust flying over Steven turned ice-cold. He opened his eyes, and saw nothing but white. He looked down and saw his hands submerged in a foot of snow. Stephen shuddered as he felt an icy wind sweeping over him and raised his eyes.

Stephen's dorm room had vanished, replaced by a vast plain of snow. The sun shone high over the edge of cliffs that surrounded him. Dunes of snow filled the edges of the towering rocks. The glittering dust had been replaced by a snowstorm that filled the air with particles of ice. Already, snowflakes clung to Stephen's shirt and jeans, and more added themselves every second.

"Where am I?" Stephen whispered.

Stephen's body trembled violently as he tried to rise to his feet. He wrapped his arms around himself as he yelled into the wind. "Hello? Where am I? Is anybody out there?"

A crunching noise drew Stephen around to look behind him. His mouth fell open.

He watched five enormous animals lumber across his path. They looked like elephants, but covered with a thick coat of brown hair that rippled as they plodded through the snow. One of them turned its massive head towards him. It almost knocked Stephen over with the curved tusks that jutted from its mouth. The creature snorted, then headed off with the rest of the herd towards a mountain on the horizon.

Stephen breathed harder as he hugged himself tighter. "That was...that was...that was a woolly mammoth. But that's impossible. The woolly mammoths have been extinct since the Ice Age. Unless..."

Stephen raised his eyes to the clouds rolling over his head. "Unless I'm in the Ice Age...one million years ago."

Stephen trembled again, but this time it came from the temperature. The exposed skin on his arms and face felt chilled to the point of burning. In the distance, he could make out a shadow against the cliffs. It looked like a cave. His sneakers punched through the crust of ice into the deep snow as he ran. He felt them become soaked with melting snow, but within seconds it had turned into solid ice against his skin. By the time Stephen reached the cave, he could barely walk.

Wind sweeping across the entrance of the cave filled it with the echo of a low moan. Icicles hung from the ceiling like teeth. Stephen tumbled into the cave and collapsed against the rock wall. He felt a moment's relief at getting out of the wind, but knew it wouldn't be enough.

"Gotta make a fire," Stephen whimpered. "Gotta make a fire. Don't worry about how I got here, gotta make a fire. Think, Stephen, think. How did they make fire in the Ice Age?"

In a flash, Stephen's research on Stone Age tools came back to him. He looked around the cave and found what he had been searching for. A few feet away, a small shrub reached its twigs out from between the cracks of two rocks. Stephen managed to uncurl his fingers and tugged the shrub out. As he had hoped, the shrub had died and left only dry twigs behind.

Stephen set a handful of the twigs down in the hollow of a boulder, then dug through a pile of rocks. He found two that he recognized as flint and pyrite stones. He struck the two stones together over the twigs. Sparks flew from the impact. Stephen kept striking until the twigs caught a spark and burst into flame. Stephen kept added twigs until a fire blazed in the pit of rock. 

He hunched over the flame, warming his hands and body, until he heard a snap behind him. Stephen whipped around to look deeper into the cave.

Something moved in the shadows where the light could not fall.

Stephen huddled closer to his fire as he called out, "Hello? Anyone there?"

A figure crawled out of the darkness, and Stephen realized it was human as it crawled towards him. Animal furs draped over its body, and locks of blonde hair draped the face. When the human raised its head, the hair fell away to expose a woman's face.

Her skin had grown dark from an intense tan, but her blue eyes pierced through like diamonds. Her brow seemed a bit thicker than normal, but she struck Stephen as incredibly beautiful.

Stephen blinked, then reached out a hand. "Hello. My name is Stephen."

The woman flinched and shrank away from the hand. A series of low grunts came out of her clenched mouth.

Stephen narrowed his eyes. "You're not a modern-day human. Sloping forehead, heavy brow, angular face. Yeah, that cinches it. I'm in the Paleolithic Era. Don't know how I got here, though."

The woman grunted again, and her eyes flicked towards the fire. She shrank back more.

"No, it's okay. It's fire." Stephen reached his own hands towards the flame. "It's warm. Haven't you ever seen fire before?"

When he looked deeper into the woman's eyes, Stephen nodded. "I guess not. It's okay. See?"

He rubbed his hands near the fire. The woman glanced at him, then shuffled a little closer to the fire. As the warmth reached her, the woman's eyes widened. She rushed towards the flame and Stephen had to throw his body between the two.

"No, don't touch it." Stephen held her by the arms. "You're hurt yourself. Just enjoy being close to it."

She blinked at him, and then looked at the fire again. Her body softened in his arms as if the flames melted her body instead of the ice clinging to her furs.

As he held her at arms' length, Stephen realized the furs only draped over her. The woman seemed to be nude beneath them. Stephen glanced up at her, then peeked down into a gap at her neck. Her skin seemed to be less tanned further down, and he could see the valley between her breasts. She shifted her legs, and he caught a glimpse of a patch of blonde hair.

Stephen let go of the woman, who gave him another cautious glance, then huddled against a wall by the fire. He held her hands up to the fire again, and she imitated his movements. As the heat played over her blue fingers, the woman broke into a smile. She looked up at him and spoke in a rapid language that reminded him of the languages from the southern half of Africa. He could only recognize a few words that sounded like words for "hot" and "good."

Stephen settled down beside her. "Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?"

The woman wiggled her fingers at the fire, then reached down and peeled the furs off her body. She settled back against the wall naked. He could only stare at her large breasts, tipped by nipples made firm and red from the cold. Her hips settled on her furs as she made herself comfortable, turning her buttocks towards him. She seemed to have no sense of shame, not trying to cover herself or moving away from Stephen's eyes.

The woman rubbed her body with her hands, making her breasts jiggle wildly, then looked at Stephen again. She spoke in the language once more, and this time Stephen recognized the Kwa word for "magician." She said it again and pointed at Stephen's chest.

Stephen touched his own chest. "Me? Oh, no, I'm not a magician. I'm a college student. It's just fire. Anybody can make that."

But the woman didn't seem to be paying attention to him anymore. She plucked at Stephen's shirt with a frown creasing her long face. Her fingers traced the red cloth in wonder. Her index finger grazed over Stephen's nipple, making him shrink back. The woman looked up at him with wide eyes, and a giggle burst from her lips.

She plunged her hands into the neck of his shirt. Stephen tried to break free, but the woman's arms encircled him and tore at the cloth. Before he could stop her, the woman had ripped the buttons off the shirt, exposing his bare chest. 

Stephen felt his cheeks redden as she stared at his naked chest. Her left hand reached out to touch his skin, but hesitantly as if it might burn. When she rested her palm flush against his ribs, the woman smiled again. Stephen dared not move, but felt his heart beat faster as she let her hand glide down her body to the crotch of his jeans.

Her fingers traced the contours of his hardening flesh. She looked him in the eyes, then began to pluck her fingers at the zipper. Stephen swallowed a lump in his throat, then reached down to the tab of the zipper. As he dragged it down, the woman's eyes grew at the sight of the metal teeth coming apart. She glanced up at him once more, then tucked her fingers into the open gap.

Stephen closed his eyes as her fingers burrowed into his jeans, through the gap in his boxers, and came in contact with his bare skin. His body had already responded to the woman's touch. The jagged edges of her nails scraping along the length made him grow even harder.

The woman growled as she began to yank on Stephen's pants. He tried to move away, but she tugged him back down to the ground. The force managed to tear his jeans free of his waist. The woman pulled them down his legs. Stephen helped her work his jeans off his legs. She stretched the jeans out lengthwise, sniffing at them cautiously, then let them fall.

She dropped onto her hands and knees, locking him in a gaze that he felt on a primal level. The woman began to crawl towards him, making low moaning noises in her throat, then turned herself around. Her hips arched, turning her buttocks up towards the roof of the cave. Stephen's mouth became dry as he saw the inflamed red lips peeking out from between her cheeks, glistening with moisture in the light of the fire.

Stephen eased up onto his knees as the woman began to crawl away from him, then turned around to give him the look of hunger once again. The moaning noises came once more, and when she presented her rear to him again, Stephen had no doubt of what it meant.

His naked body felt the bite of the cold, but the fire warmed the side facing it, and the heat of his desire warmed the rest of him. He slid between the woman's legs, and she grew still, waiting with her buttocks turned upwards again. He told hold of his throbbing flesh and guided it into the slit between her legs.

The warmth of her interior around his shaft seemed to flush into his entire body. He pressed against her, savoring the feeling of being inside her, but the woman made a howling noise like a cat. She pumped her hips against him at a rapid pace, and the slapping of their bodies coming together again and again echoed off the walls of the cave. Stephen groaned and tried to match her thrusts, but she outpaced him until he could only keep his hips motionless and let her ride.

The woman's grunts grew louder as Stephen filled her again and again. He reached around to cup her breasts and felt the hot flesh ripple in his palms. Her nipples poked out between his fingers, and when he tugged on them, the woman squirmed in delight. Stephen felt her juices dripping onto his thighs as he pounded her. He wanted to try to enjoy the sensation of their bodies together, but his hands burned with friction when he tried to slow her hips. 

Stephen fell back against the wall of the cave, and she pinned him there. He could only brace his hands against the rough stone as she rammed him against the wall. He felt his whole body tighten as if to focus all his strength on the pressure building at his crotch. His moan became screams as the pleasure reached its peak. His shaft twitched as it pumped his seed into her womb. The woman arched her back and wailed, and Stephen could feel her tighten like a fist in her own climax.


Alpha Male



Copyright Johnnymax 2012

I caught her, in my bed, with her boss. Came back early from fishing, wish I'd been hunting. A fishing rod isn't half as threatening as a 12 gauge. Angela was no angel, the bitch just laughed, her boss told me to go away and come back when I'm a man. Filleting knife goes through sidewalls real easy. He was pissed about fixing four flats. I had the last laugh when his brakes failed, gosh, someone punctured his brake lines. He wasn't going fast enough to do any serious damage to the car or him. Cops weren't too happy with me but the judge sympathised and only gave me 30 days. 

No-one told Angela I was well-behaved and she was rather surprised when I walked in after 10 days. I'd been able to start divorce proceedings from the lock-up so she'd already been served. My cousin Sue was the bank manager so I'd been able to lock that aspect up, my Uncle Dave was my boss so my job was waiting for me. Still my family didn't control everything in the town so when the divorce case was heard she got the usual female advantages, damn near cleaned me out. Daughter Brenda, was only 15 so she had to stay with mum, even though she told the judge, loudly, in court, that she didn't want to stay with a cheating whore. The judge told her to shut up, she had no say until she was eighteen.

At least I had my clothes, my old pick-up, and my fishing gear and boat. Who am I kidding, it was a dingy with a 25hp outboard. Even so I had to sell it to get into a rental apartment. My job was OK but selling furniture on commission isn't the easiest way to make a living. Still I made enough to survive.

Angela was made a pariah in town so she moved 150 miles away. This time I got my sympathetic judge (a great-uncle) and Angela had to pay all the travel costs for Brenda to visit one weekend each month and half of each school holidays. Brenda and I got on very well even though money was tight through me not working as much when she visited. Uncle Dave encouraged me to bring Brenda in with me as he said she brightened up the place and he found some office work for her to do.

Three years of this hand to mouth existence, I'd just put Brenda on the bus back to her moms and was walking home when I spotted a brooch by the sidewalk. Picked it up thinking it might be worth something, but looking closely it was obvious that it was pretty old and probably a family heirloom worth a lot. I put an ad in the local papers Lost and Found with my phone number and when the paper came out my phone rang.

"I think you've found my mothers brooch, a Cabochon Brooch with an engraving of two children, a girl on a swing with a boy holding two apples."

The description was perfect so I arranged to meet her at my work the next day. She was so grateful to get the brooch back that she wanted to give me a hundred dollar reward. I refused to accept, so she gave me a motherly kiss and turned up the next day with a cake and some shop vouchers that Brenda could use. Also in the envelope was a couple of lottery tickets. I put the envelope on the mantel and didn't think to check the tickets until a week after the prize draw. 

One ticket won Twenty Million, about twelve and half million after taxes.

I went back to work in a daze. My boss stopped me as I walked in the office and looked at me.

"Are you OK Jake, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"I.... I.... I won the lottery."

"Holy shit, about time some luck went your way. How much?"

"Twenty, About Twe.... twel... Twelve and a half million after tax!"

"ALL RIGHT. Invest it wisely and you'll never have to work again. Your cousin Susan at the bank can get you started on term deposits and sort you out with a proper financial advisor. I'll plan on your immediate retirement, and I do not expect you back this week. I suggest you collect the money, put say, ten million straight into term deposits for now and keep the rest available, buy a new house, truck, fishing boat, whatever."

My Uncle Dave made a lot of sense so I collected the money and saw cousin Sue. She nearly fainted when she saw the numbers but got me organised. Ten million at current interest rates gives an income of nearly five hundred thousand a year which is a hell of a lot more than I'm currently earning.

I went back to my apartment in a bit of a funk and just sat there. My dreams that night were.... interesting. But by morning I'd decided to follow the rest of my uncles advice. 

I cleaned out my truck and took it down to another uncles' Ford dealership and traded it in on the latest Ford 250 CrewCab pick-up, with all the trimmings. I picked up the property paper and started looking and one of the pictures reminded me of a place I'd seen a while back when I'd gone fishing. Back then it had a big "No Trespassing" sign but now the picture included a smaller "For Sale" sign. The map had shown there was a lake there but I couldn't find a way in to it. I contacted the realtor who surprised me, the place had been on the market for over two years. It was a hundred and twenty miles north so he passed me on to a local agent who arranged to meet me there in a couple of hours.

I found the property and the agent arrived at the same time. He unlocked the gates and we drove up a long winding drive to find the house on a rise beside the lake. Woooheee the house was fancy.

The house had cedar sidings and a tile roof, the master bedroom had an ensuite that could have damn near fitted a football team in it, there were four guest bedrooms, each with a small ensuite, a large kitchen, a formal dining room, super large living that opened onto a huge redwood deck. There were sun sails over parts of the deck with plenty of sunbathing areas. The house was nearly fully furnished although it had been vacant for a year. 

By the lake was a dock and boathouse big enough for two with a proper launching ramp. The garage could fit three and still had plenty of workshop area. The place was off the grid and had a great setup of solar panels, wind turbine and battery storage. All this on 160 acres of land that was mostly covered in trees with a state forest on the other side of the thirty acre lake. 

It was perfect.

The valuation wasn't too far different from the asking price of 1.2 Million so I pulled out my checkbook. The agent was dumbfounded when I gave him the asking price. We headed back to his office and he got busy on the phone. He cleared the check with my bank, and arranged for settlement in two days. I asked him to get a cleaning crew to go through it as I planned to move in Monday.

I headed back to town with a sense of purpose and dropped round to see my uncle. He liked the new truck and patted me on the back when I told him about the property.

I spent the weekend packing up my apartment and Monday morning I handed my keys in and drove off. I got to my new house and met the agent there. He handed over the keys and all the paperwork. 

He drove off and I moved my gear in. Didn't do much to fill in the space. I headed out to the nearest town and the supermarket. Going from watching the pennies to millionaire meant I could buy the good stuff and I stocked up. Filled the back seat right up. On the edge of town was a boat yard so I stopped and looked around. Makes and models weren't that important on such a small lake but they had a really nice 2002 30' Boston Whaler with twin Yamahas giving 450HP that could even sleep four in comfort. Only $69,000 so another check, hooked it up and towed it home. The heavy trailer was real easy to launch with and then I moored the boat at the dock. 

I unloaded all my shopping and realised that there would be quite a few more shopping trips to replace my somewhat worn wardrobe and all my linens that were also threadbare. I could finally buy quality rather than cheap. I was unpacking my apartment stuff and found the envelope with the vouchers in it. I suddenly remembered Brenda – I hadn't told her yet!. I thought for a bit then looked around outside. I picked the right tree and climbed a little way up until I could get a good photo that showed the house, lake and boat as well as my new pick-up. Brenda turned eighteen next weekend so I sent the picture to her cell phone with a note "Happy Birthday". I didn't expect to hear from her until after school but within the hour she phoned me.

"DAD! What do you mean, "Happy Birthday"? Sending me a picture for my birthday present is a bit strange. So unlike you, so I have to ask, what's going on?"

"Well Brenda, It's like this, I won a bit of money and everything in that picture is now mine."

There was stunned silence, "Are you still working?"

"I don't need to any longer."

"How ... how much."

"About twelve and a half million."

"Oh my God."

Silence. "Dad, you realize when I turn eighteen I can make up my own mind where I live, can't I."

"Oh, that's right, I forgot about that."

"I've been counting the days, Dad. I turn eighteen on Friday. I know mum doesn't have anything planned to 'celebrate'. She'll be at work and so will her boyfriend, I WON'T be at school. Could you come and pick me and my stuff up. I was going to wait until I graduated in six months but if you're willing and able to support me, I would rather live with you."

"NO PROBLEM, I'll be there around 10am. Actually I'll drive over Thursday and stay in a motel so between 9 and 10 OK?"

"YES, Dad, that is so OK. Um, I might need some big bags, and..... no I think that's all I'll need."

"Right, I'll see you Friday."

Yee-haa, oh, I'm so going to love going one up on Angela. I went through the house in detail and started to make up an extensive shopping list. I realized that there was nothing urgent and that I'd rather wait for Brenda so we could shop together. A simple meal, shower and bed. 

Waking up in a new bed had me wondering where I was for a moment. Morning pitstop then a coffee out on the deck. Added an outdoor table and chairs to the shopping list. Had to eat inside. 

Down to the dock and on my new boat, fired up the outboards and went for a cruise around the lake. Saw no-one, zero, zilch. Quite a few bends and curves in the lake that looked like good fishing spots. Found a couple of sandy beaches that were interesting.

Text message from Brenda showed "3", took me a moment to work out what she meant. The countdown had begun.

Did a bit of fishing and managed to catch a decent sized bass, enough for dinner for one. Spent a lot of the day chilling out, just looking around. A lot of really good trees, trails among them made a really pleasant atmosphere. A quiet evening, added a TV or two onto the shopping list. 

Wednesday was a repeat of the day before except I spent a lot of time lazing on the deck. Poked around some of the storage areas and found a couple of deck loungers. Able to get comfortable in the sunshine. The text from Brenda, "2 ******", figured she meant kisses. Cooking for one is a bummer, drove into town to have a pizza and a few beers. 

Thursday I woke up eager to get busy. An early text, "1 ********", I think Brenda's getting eager also. After lunch I headed out, nearly three hours to Brenda's town. Stayed in a motel just on the edge of town and breakfasted at Denny's. I got up so early I had to have two extra coffees or I would have been there before Angela left. 8:55am the message said simply "Now", I was there in ten. Brenda raced out and hugged me. Looked at the tonneau covers on the pick-up and told me to open them up. By the time I had them open she was back with the first two bags. Five minutes and she had six big bags in the back.

"I've written Mum a letter telling her that I'm going to live with you, now that I'm eighteen and legally allowed to choose. I have absolutely no idea where you live now so I haven't told her. Now I need to go to school and sign out."

She's organised! We went round to her school and they accepted that she was eighteen and could sign herself out of school. Fifteen minutes and that was complete. There was a sense of urgency about Brenda and it wasn't until we crossed the county line that she relaxed. We stopped in my old home town for lunch and then we dropped into the bank and I picked up the credit card I'd arranged for Brenda. She looked at the card, gulped, and looked at me.

"Th .. Thanks Dad. But I plan on shopping WITH you."

I laughed and gave her a hug, "I'm not planning on coming in to that Victorias Secrets with you, and there'll be other shopping you'll want to do without me."

"Victorias Secrets huh, OH you naughty man, you want a full fashion show when we get home. Actually, I would love to give you a lingerie fashion show."

I pointed to the shop down the street, but she shook her head and told me "no hurry". We went back to the pick-up then drove to the Ford Dealership.

"Choose one honey."

Her eyes went wide as she saw a Barbie car, a Mustang convertible in red, not pink. She looked at me so I nodded. Asked the salesman when she could have it and he promised it would be ready in an hour. Wrote another check and he scurried off and got the guys busy.

Brenda and I wandered over to the mall and wandered around holding hands.

"I don't need to shop, Dad, I've got everything I could ever want right here beside me." She stopped, turned and wrapped her arms around me. A big hug and she raised her face for a kiss, that wasn't no daddy-daughter kiss! That was an open mouth, tongue twisting, full of promise smackeroo!.

I gasped for breath and looked at her. Her eyes held my gaze, 

"Daddy, I have wanted to be with you since, since I could think about it. When that stupid judge sent me to live with Mum, I cried for a week. But every day for the last three years, I have planned what would happen when today came. The car isn't important, where we live isn't important, I just want to be with you. Although they're nice, can we go straight home next."

"Right sweetheart. Pick up your car and you follow me STRAIGHT home. Remember, the Mustang is quicker than the pick-up so keep a light foot on the pedal."

"Yes Daddy, I'll follow close behind, I won't tickle your butt, ...... Yet."

I looked sharply at her but she just looked innocent. We headed back to the dealer and collected her car. We headed home with Brenda a safe distance behind. I unlocked the gate, we drove in, and I relocked the gate, then Brenda started goosing the throttle. I laughed and slowed walking back to the pick-up, stopping to pick a flower to give to her. She pulled out and accelerated past me, leaving me to follow her. I got to the house to find her car parked but no sign of her. I walked around the house to find her on the deck looking out over the lake. I found her, but I couldn't see her clothes. She looked at me, and stretched, her arms reaching for the skies, her breasts pushed forward for my viewing pleasure. My God, she had definitely grown up. I stood there as she presented herself, twisting slightly so I got a profile view, about a B cup, with erect nipples that seemed to harden as I looked. Her legs were parted and she tilted her pelvis to present her mound. My body reacted.

"Daddy, all these years you've given me everything you can, I give you everything I can. My breasts, my pussy, you can look at, you can touch, anything. Oh, I will have to get rid of this bush so you have better access, but all of me is yours."

She stepped over to my spellbound body and wrapped her arms around me. Another big hug, then her arms moved, up around my neck and she pulled me down for another kiss. This was another promise kiss, a seal that everything she had said was meant with all her heart. She pressed against me and I knew she could feel my hardness, she pressed her mound against me and rubbed herself up and down.

"If you do that, I'll have to change my jeans."

She did it again "I've got a better idea, leave the jeans off. We're private here, the gates locked, I decree that the dress code in Daddy's Estate is an undress code."

She reached out and undid the buttons of my shirt, slipped it off my shoulders and let it flutter to the ground. She undid my belt and zip, looked me in the eye and slid my jeans down. I stood spellbound as she knelt and tapped me on each knee to lift while she took my jeans right off. She looked at my briefs and took them by the sides, she started sliding them down but they caught on something. She smiled in triumph, looked up at me, and reached out to bite the waistband. With her teeth she pulled my briefs out, freeing my cock, and allowing the briefs to follow my jeans. I lifted my feet as she finished undressing me. She knelt there, looking up at me, then leaned forward and kissed my cock. My cock went from hard to super-hard,

"Daddy, I'm still a virgin, but I won't be for long. Can we go inside so I can fulfil my promise."

I picked up the keys and unlocked the house. We went inside and, apart from a brief look around, Brenda had one destination in mind. Into the bedroom she pulled me and stopped by the bed. Again she pulled me close and hugged, her lips lifted for another kiss, no longer of promise but now of fulfillment. 

"Daddy, I need you to make me complete."

I took the lead and kissed her, running my hands over her body. I could smell her arousal even before I caressed her, my caresses had her head tilted back and her eyes closed. I picked her up and gently placed her on the bed. My kisses now, moved down her body, around her neck, along her sides. Up her legs from her feet, her legs parted to allow full access, her breathing shortened as my kisses approached her center. But no, I moved on, across her stomach and circling her breasts, causing her to whimper. Her nipples now were hard peaks, as I circled them, flicking them with my tongue. Smoothly I took one into my mouth and sucked, sucked hard, then soft, then hard. She yelped and pushed her chest up for me, wanting more attention. I alternated between her breasts, nibbling, sucking, with my hand busy on the other breast. She writhed, moaning, and whimpering as my mouth slowly moved southwards across her body. My tongue in her navel, as a brief stop, but then onwards. She knew what was coming as my tongue entered her forest. She opened her legs wide as I used my hands to part her hair, revealing her opening flower to my delighted gaze. The aroma was stronger as I ran my tongue down the edge of her lips. My tongue teased her, circling her entrance, then flickering up, and around her clit. That little nub peeped out of its hood and received some direct attention. She bucked and thrust herself at me. My tongue continued its explorations, flowing from top to bottom, teasing around to her little star pucker before suddenly sucking at her nub again. She bounced, she thrust herself up for me, she twisted. She came with a scream and a squirt, her juices straight into my mouth. I drank deep, then moved up her body. I looked her in the eye as I lined myself up with her entrance.

"Yes Daddy, I'm ready."

I entered her, feeling her cherry pop and she twitched. I held still and it was only a moment before she nodded. I started that ancient dance, sliding in and out of her 

"Oh Yes, oh yes, oh yes, Oh my God,, oh my, oh yes,   ...... oh Daddy. YES."

*********

We walked naked down to the lake and waded out, the water was, shall we say, refreshing.

A lazy walk then back to the house for dinner. Brenda's cell phone started ringing and it was her mother on the line telling her to get her butt back home, Brenda laughed,

"Mum, I'm at my new home, I'm eighteen now and I don't have to stay with you any longer. I'd prefer you to be pleasant on the phone so we can stay in contact, but if you're going to go crazy I'll get a new phone and you'll lose me completely."

Her mother settled down a bit but still sounded shitty. I was proud of Brenda for keeping cool.




Alpha Male



Saturday and Sunday were much the same, loving in the morning, after breakfast, before lunch, after lunch, mid afternoon, before dinner, after dinner, and before sleeping. I didn't come for all of them but Brenda sure did, usually a few times.

Monday we needed groceries so went shopping. Brenda got really serious about taking responsibility for cooking and first bought a stack of cookery books. She spent half an hour sitting in the truck, browsing them and making notes before she said we could go for groceries. In the supermarket, shopping with a mission, she found everything she'd listed plus a lot of other things. This time we filled up the back seat and quite a few bags in the back. Round to the department store and got a lot of sheets and towels, the expensive ones. The sheets felt really smooth, I joked about them being too smooth and one of us sliding out of bed.

We got home and unloaded, Brenda had her nose in the recipe book all the way home and got straight into making us a different lunch. Not super fancy, but something different to burgers and other simple stuff. After I'd finished the pasta and salad I told her she was hired, it was delicious.

We had just finished cleaning up when my phone rang, I picked up my cellphone to hear my sister, one of the triplets. There are three of us, two girls and me.

"Jake, I phoned Uncle Dave and he said you should be able to help us. Paula and I have a really big problem and we really need help."

"OK Jen, what's up."

"You know our husbands got on well, well they've left us, to live together!! Paula and I just can't stay here and see them but we ......."

"Where are you right now?"

"We've booked in to the Regent hotel in Paradox."

"OK, that's about ....... about twelve hours from here so Brenda and I will be there in the morning to pick you up. Now, we'll have no problem looking after you, I won the damn lottery and I've got a nice house in the country we can all live at."

"Oh Wow, So that's what Uncle Dave meant. OK Bro, looking forward to seeing you. We can rest easy now."

Brenda and I got dressed and headed for Paradox. I drove for three hours then we stopped at a diner, ate, and then Brenda drove the next three hours while I napped. We kept swapping through the night until we got to Paradox and we found the hotel. I'd phoned my sisters when we were getting close and they were waiting outside. The welcoming hugs were, were very intense.

"Right, How much stuff have you got, do you want to go to your houses and collect more?"

"I don't really want to see them again, but there are some furniture items that mum left us that we should collect."

We worked out that there was too much to fit in the back of the pick-up so I bought a trailer and we went round and collected the furniture. 

The drive back was shared between the four of us but we were still very tired when we got home. My sisters were excited by my new home and wanted to explore. I told them it was their home now and to "go for it" while Brenda and I went for a sleep.

I hadn't thought about sleeping arrangements and we just fell into bed together naked, Brenda snuggled in my arms. I woke up feeling much refreshed to find a dreaming Brenda stroking my cock. Paula and Jen were on the bed beside us with identical smirks. They were also naked!

"So that's the way of THIS world now. Even sharing with my sister and niece would still be more sex than I had with gay-boy so I'm in." Paula nodded her head, agreeing with Jen.

I thought about protesting but realized there was no point, we'd been caught. Brenda was still dreaming and holding my cock very possessively, she came half awake and slid down the bed to wrap her mouth around it. Paula's eyes went wide, while Jen whimpered and slid her hand between her thighs. Brenda opened her eyes, lifted a little, kissed the tip of my cock and realized our guests were watching.

"Oh shit. um..." She looked about to cry but before I could say anything, Jen looked at her, reached out and cradled her face,

"It's OK, Brenda, It's totally OK. Our only question is, can we share?"

"Sh .... Share?, share!, you want, .. but Jake's your broth... oh, ........ oh, ......... well ..... if you're OK with his daughter, then his daughter better be OK with his sisters."

Paula and Jen dived on top of us and the bed was suddenly full of kisses, breasts, and pussies being pressed everywhere. Brenda's mouth went wide in surprise when there was a hairy pussy in front of her face but she changed to excited and dived in to taste another female. There was a sense of urgency about both my sisters that Brenda felt also. I was soon plunging deep into their wetness and filling each of them with my cream. We slowed from the frantic pace and relaxed, looking at each other.

"Wow, I would guess you haven't been laid in a while, getting sort of raped by my sisters was a surprise. Next time can we go a little slower?, you know, foreplay type stuff"

Jen laughed "I was so wet you would have needed scuba gear to go down on me. Watching Brenda play with your cock was enough foreplay to make up for the last twelve months. I think, anytime you want me, I'll be ready."

It was getting on to dinner time so we climbed out of bed and sorted out some steaks for the BBQ. I got them on the grill while the girls sorted out salads and trimmings. We'd just finished eating when Jen realized what she was looking at outside.

"Holy Shit, there's a fucking enormous boat by the dock out there."

"Yep, you want to go for a cruise on my lake?"

It was a rush to get out to the dock, but I had the key. By the time I got ready Jen was standing on the very bow with her arms outstretched,

"What do you think guys, am I just like that girl in the Titanic movie.?"

"I don't think she was stark naked."

"Yes she was, well she was later when he drew that picture of her. What do you think Jake, want to draw a picture of your naked sister."

Brenda had been enjoying art at school and her eyes lit up. "I'll draw you, and paint you."

I liked that idea. "Next trip to town we'll get art supplies, maybe get some decent cameras too." I could see the house walls getting covered with home done art.

I started the boat and Brenda untied us, I moved out slowly while Jen tried to keep her balance, eventually she gave up and came laughing back to the cockpit. I made sure everyone was holding on and gave it full throttle. Paula nearly fell overboard but Brenda caught her just in time.

"Holy shit, this is fast enough for water skiing."

"I bought it for fishing but, yeah, it should be great for skiing and other stuff. This lake is only thirty acres but if we want we can load the boat on the trailer and take it elsewhere, hell we can even go off-shore with it."

I could see their minds thinking of myriad possibilities. "The point is, dear ladies, NONE of us have to work, if we want to sit around painting each other nude then we can, if we want to go on a holiday cruise, we can. I know Paula and Jen used to fish, I've taken Brenda out a few times and she seemed to enjoy it, hell, we could get an RV and travel around trying different fishing spots. Think along those lines, if we don't work then someone else who needs a job can get one."

Brenda sucked in her bottom lip, "What if, .. um... what if we want... children?"

Hadn't thought of that but still "On current income we could support... I don't know, probably forty kids if you get married."

"What if I can't get married?"

"What do you mean 'can't'?"

"Not legal to marry my daddy."

My sisters wrapped Brenda in big hugs. "We won't tell on you if you won't tell on us."

Brenda looked puzzled, but only for a moment then she grinned. I was a bit slower. I caught on and managed to shut the throttle down before I sat down with a thump.

"You.....you.... you all want..... to... to have..." They were nodding their heads very definitely.

"Our useless husbands were too gay to get us pregnant, so you're the Alpha male for us. I would like nothing better than to have your children. Between the three of us, with our family history of multiple births we might make forty. Probably have to build a bunkhouse though."

"OH SHIT. Let me get my head around this. My daughter wants to have my children, my sisters want to have my children." My heart expanded to embrace them all, I stood up and wrapped them all in a big hug. 

"I love you, I love you all. I would be delighted to father your children." I smacked Jens bottom lightly, "When shall we start?"

"We may have started already, We didn't use birth control before and I'm at the right point of my cycle."

Brenda's face dropped, Paula saw and immediately hugged her tighter, "You'll have your turn, little darling. Actually I'd suggest you wait until you're about twenty before breeding. Having triplets tends to stretch you a bit more than singles and being a bit older means your body is a bit tougher. BUT there's nothing stopping you practicing."

Brenda thought for a moment and nodded her head. "OK, I can see the wisdom of that, so I need to stay on contraception."

We cruised quietly back to the dock, each of us thinking of a future surrounded by children. We tied up and walked up to the house, hand-in-hand. We sat outside and watched the sunset and then went inside and into the shower. We carefully washed each other, three washing one and making sure they were totally clean before swapping. Needless to say, by the time we dried off and moved to bed we were all aroused. The master bed was a standard Queen size and I resolved to get a superking as soon as possible. 

Our bodies writhed against each other, kissing whereever came in reach. Hands roamed, touching each other, caressing, no matter whose. Fingers slipped inside, teasingly, mouths sucked on breasts, nipples, clits, cocks, and everywhere else. A pussy raised itself and a cowgirl slipped onto my cock, another pussy pressed against my mouth while a mouth sucked my balls. My tongue was busy and I soon tasted juices as she climaxed. I fired soon after as the one on top came together with me. She slid off and a mouth moved from my balls to clean my cock. 





Waking the next morning to find Brenda's pussy sitting on my cock, sliding gently up and down, practicing those Kegel exercises with her pussy clenching my cock as she lifted. I think she could have made me come just from the muscle control. I lay there looking up at her then reached up and started tweaking her nipples. It wasn't long and she was panting and then throwing herself back and forward until she screamed and came.

I slipped out and got to the bathroom to empty my bladder, Brenda was waiting for me to finish and was seated and peeing while I washed up.

I stood there looking at her, then she reached out and caught my cock, pulling me closer. Her mouth opened and took me inside, she just held me there, running her tongue around the head. Then she stopped and laughed, 

"You better wait till later, I need a shit and I can't concentrate. Go and make us a coffee while I stink the place out."

I laughed and gave her a kiss, walked out to see Paula sleeping on her side with her knees pulled up. Her legs were pulled up far enough to expose her cute little ass pucker and I couldn't stop myself. I knelt by the bed, wet my finger and gently rubbed around her opening. She whimpered and her cheeks flexed. I wet my finger again and rubbed it around her ass-hole again and again. She whimpered and grunted, her ass twitching at the stimulation. I teased right at the entrance. She woke, froze, her ass tightened, then she suddenly relaxed and pushed her ass at me, relaxing her opening.

"You want it, it's yours."

I slid my finger in, Alpha male claiming his territory. She arched her back to open herself further, this took her pussy exposure from a tantalising glimpse to fully exposed. Paula suddenly found herself with my fingers in her, front and rear. She lay there, pushing her bottom towards me as my fingers slid in and out. My finger in her pussy found that rough place that's known as the G spot and very quickly she was grunting and moaning. With a scream she climaxed, clamping her legs down on my fingers.

Her noise woke Jen who laughed and kissed her.

"That's an interesting alarm clock, how do I set it for me?"

"Easy, I think, just sleep with your knees up and the alarm clock starts by shoving a finger up your ass. Sure woke me up with a start. I've never had anything up there before so it took me a bit to accept it. Jake, are you planning on sticking your cock up there?"

"I get the impression that you might be looking forward to that new experience."

"You're my Alpha, you want it, I cannot deny you. And after that climax, I do want to try."

Brenda had come out of the bathroom and was leaning against the doorpost laughing.

"That's my attitude too, but Dad hasn't got to my ass yet. I think we might need to get some special supplies, what is that stuff? ... OK jelly? ... no, KY jelly. Hey, we need a sex toy shop. I think they have other things we could have fun with."

Jen and Paula had identical expressions of surprise at their nieces suggestion.

"You... um... bloody hell..... YES, I'm in... anything Jake wants to try, I'll do."

"OK girls. We have lots of things to do, BUT we don't need to do them all today. After that road trip, I want some relax time so how about the next couple of days we laze around, relaxing and planning. Right now I NEED some breakfast."

Brenda was first in the kitchen and her and I had started sorting out food when Paula and Jen came out. They had stopped to put on shorts and a T shirt. A naked Brenda stopped and glared at them.

"THAT will not do! The Dress code on Daddys Estate is bare skin, 24/7."

My sisters looked surprised, then Paula sucked in her bottom lip. She hunched a little and slipped her top and shorts off.

"Of course, Mistress. I forgot that we are very private here."

Jen laughed at her sister as she stripped,

"MISTRESS! Yes, she is being bossy, let's get her."

They dived for Brenda and she was suddenly getting tickled by both sisters. Lots of squealing and squirming and then Brenda yelped and froze.

"DADDY!, there's a finger up my ass!"

"I know, I put it there. They had you bent over with your butt in the air and I just couldn't resist."

"Oh, ... OK then, as long as it's you..... Actually it's not as uncomfortable as I expected."

Brenda spread her legs to make it easier for me while Paula and Jen watched closely as I got fingers in Brenda's pussy as well. She stood there, bent over, holding her ankles, as I finger fucked both holes. Jen got a bit too close when Brenda came and got a facefull of juice when she squirted.

"She's a squirter! My second boyfriend made me squirt – once. But he was the only one. I bet Jake can make me squirt lots."

Brenda got her breath back and then hugged me. A big kiss,

"Thank you Daddy, like I promised, I'm all yours. I thought it was one of them that was taking my anal virginity. ........ Would you be OK with full interaction between all of us or are there some things you want to reserve?"

"I.. I guess I'm OK with interactions. Yes, I am OK with playtime. I've got the only cock here so I think that would be my reserve. Can we keep between the four of us, that anything, anything at all is ok."

Paula and Jen quickly put a hand out each, Paula on the top. They waited for us and Brenda and I added a hand each to the stack. Paula led the vow,

"Between the four of us, it's one for all and all for one. Anything, anyhow, no holes barred."

We each repeated the vow, it felt like quite a solemn event even though we were standing in the kitchen, naked. I guess it was kind of – no secrets.

Paula had one question, "That's both Brenda and Jen you have had your fingers up their asses, when's my turn? Plus I really think I want to try your cock up there."

"I'll make sure your little butt is not forgotten today. As for my cock in your back-door, first we have to get some lube, and then I'd like to do each of you, but make it special seeing as you are all virgins there."

A group hug, then on with breakfast. After we'd cleaned up the girls wanted to go for a cruise around the lake so onto the boat. It took us five hours to go right around the lake. I showed them the beaches I'd spotted and we stopped at a few to explore. It took so long because each beach we stopped at one of them laid on the beach and DEMANDED that we all fucked her. Two girls sucking and licking while my cock was buried deep in her hole. Paula's ass got a lot of attention with all three of us getting a finger in at the same time, boy did she come! Finally made it back and I staggered up to the deck and demanded they fix a late lunch because I was fucked.

They laughed and made lunch and after eating we all laid around on the deck. Brenda started twirling Paula's pubic hair 

"What's the best way to get rid of this stuff. Shaving, we'd be like a guy, have to shave every day wouldn't we?"

Jen looked over "There is a laser treatment that is supposed to be permanent, we'll have to do some research. Why do you want it off?"

"I don't want anything blocking Dads view or access. Actually after the way we were playing before I can imagine getting hairs in my teeth and I don't think that's the best idea."

Paula had an interesting expression, "Hmm, nothing blocking access, ... hmm ..... I can agree with that. Actually totally smooth sounds real sexy. Jake, where's the computer, I'll start researching."

"Don't have one, YET. Let's spend today going through this whole house and sorting out everything we need or want. I've got a bit of a list but there's your ideas that need to be added."

We spent the afternoon talking about different things we could be doing for our lifestyle. By the time we stopped for dinner we had three A4 pages filled with shopping ideas.

Four in a queen size bed is not a good fit, but love making that night was .. was close. Fortunately no-one fell out of bed.

Wednesday morning we all woke bright and early. Didn't get up until ten though. They each required a full load inside them. I was desperate for breakfast when we finally got moving. Quick but filling feed then off to town with the trailer hitched on the pick-up. 

We went through town like a plague of locusts! Sports shop for kayaks, surf skis, all new fishing gear, and arranged a full gym setup. Furniture shop arranged a California King size bed and outdoor furniture. Craft shop had the art supplies we wanted, canvases, drawing folios, pencils, paints, everything. The biggest sale they had ever made, nearly emptied them out. Electronics store for computers, software, printers, digital cameras, TVs, and arranged them to revamp the sound system in the house. Paula spotted a beauty shop and found out all about hair removal, booked all three in to get the laser treatment the next day. Farm equipment store had a small tractor and attachments, chainsaws and gardening equipment. Brenda and Jen spotted the adult store and spent two hours in there. By the time we finished the pick-up was full, the trailer was full, and there was going to be a stream of delivery vehicles the next day.

We stopped at a fancy restaurant for an early dinner and then raced home. Parked the trailer and pick-up in the garage to be unloaded tomorrow and I just flopped on the sofa. The girls stood in front of me with huge grins. Jen held her hands out to show me a big tube of KY. Paula held her hands out to show me another, Brenda couldn't stop giggling as she showed me another. I nodded my head, 

"I can guess what you girls want."

I stood up and started emptying my pockets, four pockets in my jeans with two in each pocket, two shirt pockets with another two in each, Another twelve tubes!. Party time tonight. Brenda got dramatic and, with a theatrical back of the hand to her forehead and a fake southern accent,




Alpha Male



"Lordy me, my ass is in trouble now, I won't be sitting down for a month."

Paula was looking kind of worried and her hands had drifted around behind to cover her rear. Jen slapped her hands down,

"I'm nervous too, but also anticipating. Who's first."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Pretty obvious whats cuming next – got lots of adventures planned for this family



Alpha Male



Stephen gasped for breath as the woman stopped moving at last. She hung her head low, her arms trembling. Stephen felt his knees give out and collapsed onto the rocky floor. The woman made noises in her throat, then lowered down onto her stomach. He slipped out of her and dangled between his legs, dripping a mixture of his seed and her juices onto the rock.

"Wow," Stephen gasped, knowing how inadequate it sounded.

The woman rolled over onto her back and stretched her arms and legs into the air. She smiled up at him and murmured something in her foreign tongue that he didn't recognize, but could understand.

Stephen lay down on her furs like a blanket, and she crawled onto them beside him. She nestled under his arm, nuzzling his cheek with her nose, then lay down with a deep sigh. Stephen stared up at the icicles on the ceiling, dripping now from the growing heat of the fire and their sweating bodies.

"I don't know how I got here, but I think I like it." Stephen rolled his head over to look at the woman next to him. "You need to tell me your name, though."

She blinked at him.

"Stephen. My name is Stephen. What's yours?"

She murmured something, then closed her eyes.

"Okay. I'll call you Amber for now."

A voice burst out of the entrance of the cave, screaming and hooting with words Stephen couldn't understand. Another figure charged into the cave, this one bigger with more furs hanging off the body. The gnarled face peeking out from under a low eyebrow ridge had to be a male, and it twisted with rage.

The woman Stephen called Amber screamed and tried to run, but got her feet tangled in her furs. She collapsed, but kept trying to wriggle deeper into the cave.

As the prehistoric man charged into the cave, he dragged two others in with him. Both turned out to be women, one with long red hair and almond eyes, and the other woman with short black hair and darker skin. The man held them by the arms, even though they fought to break free.

The man threw both women up against the walls of the cave, then began yelling at Amber in the primitive tongue. Amber seemed to be trying to answer, but the pleading quality of her voice and the rage of the man's voice told him the conversation didn't go well.

Amber finally pointed at Stephen. For the first time, the man whipped his head around to look at him. Stephen realized for the first time that he stood before them naked, and tried to cover his lap with his hands. The two other women craned their heads to look at him.

The man's eyes narrowed as his upper lip curled. He snarled something that Stephen didn't need to translate. It carried the universal language of jealousy.

"I take it you two know each other." Stephen held up his hands. "Let me guess. You're saying something along the lines of 'get away from my woman.' Look, I don't want any trouble."

The man reached down and picked up a rock the size of his head. He hefted it, then lunged at Stephen with the rock high in the air. Stephen dodged out of the way as the rock cracked against the wall. The brute raised the rock with both hands and roared as he brought it down again.

Stephen leapt aside, but this time the brute managed to hit him in the thigh. Stephen screamed as his leg exploded in pain. He collapsed on the floor. The brute loomed over him, swinging the rock up to bring it down on Stephen's head.

Stephen reached out and grabbed a length of burning wood out of the bonfire. He swept it at the brute. The prehistoric man shrieked as he staggered away from the flames. He dropped the rock, whimpered, then grabbed Amber by the arm. He charged out of the cave with the naked woman wailing alongside him. The two women he had dragged in with him shot Stephen a look of fear, then hurried after their master.

Stephen lay against the wall of the cave, gasping for air to soothe the throbbing pain. He had felt something with the blonde woman that he hadn't felt in a very long time. But now the same helplessness had returned, just like it always did.

Stephen had a fleeting image of Kurt walking by him with a woman under each arm, laughing, and giving Stephen a look of contempt.

"Not again." Stephen braced his hand against the wall and forced himself up to his feet.

He limped over to the pile of rocks in the corner. The memory of some Neanderthal tools he had seen in his textbooks burned clearly in his mind. Stephen dug through the rocks until he found another chunk of flint. Stephen rammed the flint up against a granite rock. As he had hoped, the flint shattered cleanly on one side, leaving a sharp edge. Stephen banged the flint rock again and again until it had broken it into a sharp point.

Stephen limped over to the fallen shrub again and selected a thin length of wood, then a thicker one. He used the thinner twig as a rope to lash the flint rock onto the other. 

When he finished, Stephen hefted the weapon like an ax. "That'll do."

Stephen dragged Amber's furs around his trembling body, then charged out of the cave.

With the thick layer of snow on the ground, and dragging Amber alongside him, the brutish man hadn't been able to get very far. Amber screamed as the cold winds ripped at her naked body. The two women trailed him a few steps behind. The redhead looked back at Stephen running along the surface of the snow. Her mouth opened as if to speak, then clamped shut and broke into a smile.

The crunch of Stephen's feet breaking the ice finally carried through the howling winds, making the brute stop. He whipped around. His eyes widened as Stephen rushed at him.

Stephen roared as he plowed into the brute. The two of them hit the ice, punching through to the soft layer of snow underneath. The brute slammed his elbow into Stephen's jaw. Stephen whipped his head back, then the brute landed on top of him. His fingers raked across Stephen's neck like claws, drawing lines of pain. Stephen forced his knee up between the two of them and kicked. The brute flew back to land in a mound of snow.

As the brute struggled to his feet, Stephen rushed at him. The brute raised its hands, but couldn't stop Stephen from driving the ax down onto the brute's head. The crack of the brute's skull echoed off the mountains as the body went limp.

Stephen jumped up to his feet and stood watching the body of his enemy lie before him. The blood pouring out of the skull melted snow around it in scarlet pools. Stephen winced as his thigh responded to the pain he had ignored. He collapsed onto the snow.


He watched as the three women gathered around the prehistoric man's body. Their noses twitched as they sniffed the corpse. Amber ran her fingers down the wooden handle of the ax, then touched the flint blade. She winced and drew her hand back to stare at the cut oozing blood on her finger.

All three women looked down at Stephen with widening eyes.

Stephen sighed. "I'm sorry I killed your boyfriend. But he had it coming. If any of you feel like killing me for it, there's nothing I can do to stop you."

The redhead pushed out her lips, then whispered something to the other two women. They nodded. All three of them walked towards Stephen. He shrank back as they reached out for him.

The brunette nudged her hands under his left arm. The redhead climbed under his right arm. Together, they helped him to his feet. Amber tore the furs off the prehistoric man's body and wrapped them around her naked body, then led the way as they headed back to the cave.

In the hollow of the cave, the two women laid Stephen down on the ground. The fire still burned in the hollow boulder, and the three women huddled around it. They grunted to each other, throwing an occasional glance back at Stephen. Stephen just closed his eyes and tried to forget the pain.

He awoke at the touch of something brushing across his cheek. He opened his eyes to see the brunette kneeling over him. Her hands traced the contours of Stephen's face, running over his chin, his lips, and his eyebrows. The redheaded woman came over to kneel on the other side of him and began exploring his scalp with her fingers. Both of them widened their eyes and cooed under their breath. 

Their furs lay on the other side of the cave, and Stephen could feast on their naked bodies. The brunette's chest formed two small cones of flesh, tipped with large brown nipples. The redhead's large breasts swung with her every movement. Her wide hips supported a plump pair of buttocks.

Both women reached down at the same time to peel the furs off Stephen's body. The redhead gasped and jumped back at the sight of Stephen's naked form, but the brunette only leaned in closer. She sniffed at his bare stomach. Her nose tickled the hairs running down to his crotch and she made her way down lower. The closer she came, the more his flesh hardened until it throbbed in the air. That shocked him, since he thought he had been spent after his coupling with Amber before. But the heat of the redhead's breath on his shaft made it grow.

A growling noise drew his attention to his left. The brunette had dropped onto all fours with her buttocks facing him, pushed up so close to his face that he could smell her musk.

The redhead growled now as she hunched over Stephen's body. She turned herself around until her rear hovered over his pulsing flesh. She spread her legs wide over him. He watched a thread of her juices trickle down from her thighs onto the tip of his cock.

Stephen pushed his hips up, driving up into her body. The redhead moaned as he entered her. She dropped onto him, filling her emptiness with his shaft, and began to grind her body against his.

The brunette roared as she turned around and shoved the redhead off Stephen's lap. His manhood popped out and swung in the air. Stephen tried to sit up as the two women began tearing at each other with their nails.

A hand pushed Stephen back onto the floor. It belonged to the blonde woman who pinned Stephen down with her arms as she crawled on top of him. She faced away from him, impaled herself on his shaft, and began to pump it into her.

Stephen looked back to see the fight between the other two women had changed into something more. They now lay on their backs. Their legs entwined like scissors, their feet hooked against each other's backs. Their hips rolled as they ground their crotches against each other. The two let out squeals at every thrust.

The blonde woman still felt slick from Stephen's last encounter with her, and her flesh burned even hotter. She shuddered as her hips moved faster. Stephen sat up, pushing her over until she lay pinned beneath him on her stomach. He braced his hands on her buttocks as he drove into her as hard as he could. She screamed and began to jerk in rhythm. He felt the pulses of her orgasm embracing his shaft.

Stephen looked over at the two women, still bucking their hips against each other at a frenzied pace. Their legs wriggled in the air around each other's heads. The smell of their passion filled his nose and ignited a fire within him. As they began to thrash in a mutual orgasm, Stephen reached his own peak. He forced himself into Amber as deep as he could go. His balls tightened as they sprayed his seed into her body. Amber moaned harder as he filled her.

Stephen lay on top of her body, breathing heavily. As the fire of his passion began to fade, the cold of the cave and the pain of his injuries returned. He could barely move, not even when the three women embraced him. Their arms encircled his waist and chest as they whispered something to him in a language he couldn't understand.

He allowed them to raise him to his feet, drape the furs around his body again, and walk out of the cave. The frigid winds made him stumble, but the strong arms of his women kept him upright. Stephen kept his head down, content to let the women guide his steps through the snow and ice.

Shouting broke through his trance. He gathered the strength to raise his head.

The women carried him to another cave, this one filled with shadows that moved towards him. As they came into the light, Stephen saw the faces of men, women, and children, all draped in ragged furs. Their faces all bore the same heavy eyebrows and angular teeth. They squinted at Stephen's approach, but did not move until the blond woman under Stephen let out a cry. At the sound of her voice, they flooded out of the cave, hooting and wailing. The women threw their arms around Stephen, their brown cheeks wet with tears.

At that moment, Stephen knew he had come home. --- The flap of Stephen's tent opened, causing a beam of the morning sun to fall onto his face. The warmth awakened him and he sat up on the layers of mammoth fur that served as his bed. Stephen shaded his eyes to make out the outline of an old man at the entrance of his tent. From the hunched shoulders and white beard, Stephen recognized him as Khamuth, the former chief of the Nuhi tribe.

"Chief Stephen Wagner," the old man said in the Nuhi's native tongue. "We have found something that needs your eyes."

Stephen nodded as he responded in Nuhi. "Of course. I will be there."

The old man grunted and let the tent's flap drape down again.

Stephen rubbed his eyes and looked down at the three naked women lying on the fur next to him, the same women he had rescued over a year ago. With their rescue, Stephen had been accepted into the tribe, and taken the three women as his wives. The brunette and redhead now slept with their arms around each other, but the blond woman smiled up at him.

She spoke to him in the broken English that she had managed to learn. "You go, Stephen?"

He smiled back and touched her nose with his. "Yes, Dahli. I just have to go check on something. I'll be right back."

The woman he now knew as Dahli sat up and began to pull her fur coat around herself. "I go, too."

Stephen shrugged and pulled his fur clothes on as well. When they had dressed and taken a sip of tea from the pot warming on their fire, the two of them crawled out of the tent.

The plains of snow gleamed from the sun shining overhead. Stephen shivered as a blast of cold wind hit him, but the bonfire rippling in the center of the camp sent waves of heat that eased the chill. A group of women sat around the fire, cooking mammoth meat, while men huddled over a boulder, chipping flint to make knives and spears. The group called out to Stephen as he came into view, and Stephen waved back. He took Dahli's hand and walked with her across the camp.

Stephen smiled at the rows of tents that dotted the plains. He had finally gotten the hang of curing animal hide and stretching the leather. Many of the tents had just been built in the last two months, and he could see more being constructed on the camp's edges.

Much had changed in the Nuhi tribe since Stephen had arrived with his extensive knowledge of prehistoric technology. Their fire chased away animals and rival tribes, allowing them to live at peace. With their stone tools, they had killed enough animals to sustain them with meat for the rest of the winter, and enough fur and hide to clothe everyone.

Stephen walked quicker as he came to where the old man Khamath stood to one side. Other men had gathered in a circle around a pile of bones, murmuring and grunting to each other.

"What disturbs the Nuhi tribe this morning?" Stephen asked in their language.

The old man pointed at the bones. "The elder Nagra found this. We think it to be a man, but found this in its skull." He held up a sharp rock tied to a length of wood.

Stephen's heart jumped at the sight of the weapon. "It looks too crude to be one of ours. I feared the day when other tribes learned to build stone tools and weapons. We must prepare."

Dahli held out her hand. "No, no. This is your weapon, Chief Stephen Wagner. Remember?"

It hit Stephen then in a flash. He recognized the ax as the one he had made over a year ago, the very first one. The body that lay before him had to belong to Ramu. Once Stephen had learned the Nuhi language, he had found out that Ramu had kidnapped Dahli and the other two women from the Nuhi tribe and held them as his sexual slaves for months. Only Stephen's rescue had saved them from being killed.

Stephen chuckled at the bones lying at his feet. "You are right, Dahli. We have nothing to fear."

He plucked the skull out of the snow and held it to the light. Animals had picked the bones clean, leaving the skull smooth except for the hole in its forehead from Stephen's ax.

Stephen blinked and whispered in English, "Wait a minute, I know this skull."

Dahli frowned up at him. "What you say?"

"This skull. It's the exact same skull I was examining the night I got transported here. This crack in the forehead is even the same." Stephen realized the tribe couldn't understand him and switched back to Nuhi. "This is the magic skull that sent me here from the Time-To-Come."

The men murmured and bowed their heads.

Khamath reached out and gently took the skull from Stephen's hands. "The Nuhi will always be grateful for your arrival. We must preserve the skull for our ancestors."

"No." Stephen took the skull and set it back onto the ground. "Leave it here. Bury it in the ground as deep as you can, and mark this spot. Record for our ancestors that no one is to disturb this skull again, not our children or their children's children."

"Yes, great one. But may I ask why?"

Stephen took Dahli's hand in his. "Simple, Khamath. Because it has to be here for me to find it in my own time."

Khamath frowned. "I do not understand, my chief, but I will obey."

The men began to dig with their spears in the frozen ground as Stephen headed back to his tent in the camp. As he walked away, Stephen noticed a glitter in the sky, like gold dust sprinkled on the horizon. He smiled.

"I'm where I belong," he whispered. "Just took me a while to get there." 



Alpha Male



How many times did she think He would explain it to her?

She kept "asking" or maybe she couldn't understand. He had finally reached the point He had been dreading. 

Damn! He hated doing this. This was only the second time He had felt this for a woman. And the second time the woman, His woman, had pushed and pushed until He had no choice. Maybe she just didn't understand?

Never mind that, she had taken it to either/or. 

Spotting the street number He was looking for He pulled into the condo lot, parked, got out and locked the door. He knew how unimpressive He appeared walking to the entrance. He couldn't care less what others thought, He knew what He was. Five foot seven inches tall, one hundred forty five pounds and slender His hair was dirty blonde. His eyes were the only thing betraying Him.

Alpha Male.

He chuckled thinking of it. Top dogs were supposed to be BIG. They were tall, heavily muscled and looked either overpoweringly masculine or scary and dangerous. He looked… like Casper Milquetoast. Yet the most prominent Alpha Males from the last century were small men, Hitler and Stalin.

Checking mailboxes He saw His party was on the top floor. "The penthouse?" He asked himself.

In the elevator He composed Himself. Emotion would be counter-productive. He couldn't have that.

The elevator opened to a single entry with a door opening to His left and another on the right. As He had guessed, there were only two apartments on the top floor. "Very elite!" He chuckled to Himself. He heard laughter and music coming from the door on His right. "That has to be the one," He told himself.

Not bothering to knock He opened the door and walked in. The rooms were large and sumptuously appointed. The décor was masculine. Colors were bright but "aristocratic" if there were such a thing. Chairs and sofas were dark leather, the paintings modern and the cabinets finished in bleached oak. A miasma of perfumes and alcoholic fumes clogged his nose. An underlying aroma of heated sex emanated from the bodies, male and female, trying to make connection in the room. The door to the outside patio stood open and cigarette stench drifted in, further polluting the air.

The crowd matched the décor. Cocktail dresses with skirts that had never covered a knee and necklines that varied from navel to throat. The larger the bust they were sewn to display, the lower they fell. Those rising to the throat were sans backs, allowing the wearers dance partners to enjoy naked skin under their hands. The men were casually dressed, slacks and sport shirts, some wearing jackets, no ties.

He was surprised at the small number of party goers. The last time He needed to fetch her the crowd had been larger. Looking around He spotted His woman talking to the individual who had captured her attention. Her petite, perfect form was almost dressed in red. Her dark hair swept up in an elegant style, displaying her slender neck which was adorned with the emerald choker He had given her on her last birthday. 

Her companions hand lay possessively in the small of her naked back.

As He made his way to the couple standing next to the fireplace He saw the man's lips curl in amusement and scorn. He knew Boris had spotted Him. Just before He reached where they were standing the blonde giant bent down to whisper something in the woman's ear. Emily turned, spotting Him immediately. For a moment He saw compassion and sadness in her eyes, then she schooled them away.

As He approached she spoke to Him in a low voice, "I'm sorry you came. I can't go. Please believe me, I love you and always will. But Boris is something I must have, someone I can't leave alone. Don't make me choose, please."

"Last time you told me Boris would not let you make a decision, Emily. The impression was that whatever he said you would have to do."

"I am so sorry," she whispered. "It is true. I don't know what he has done to me but I can't tell him no."

The silence around the three was intense, yet beyond their little pocket the party went on undisturbed, unknowing. He looked around; no one seemed to be paying attention to them. He looked up at Boris, "She is my woman. Don't do this. I came to take her home."

In an amused, condescending tone Boris answered in his deep bass voice, "Sorry little man. I decided I want her. When I get tired of her I'll send her home." 

He looked around again, no one was paying attention. Most of the guests had their backs to Him. Looking back at Boris He gauged an arms length separated the two of them. Pushing his hands into the pockets of His slacks He watched His opponent tense. He smiled, Boris worried that He had brought a weapon. 

Wordlessly He turned to walk purposely to the hall leading to the bedroom. Silently the other two followed Him, Emily scared and worried, Boris strutting and condescending.

Pushing open the door to the master suite He stepped aside to allow the others to enter, shutting the door after them. This room was decorated in the same style as the living area. Guests' coats were lying on the bed. 

"Emily. I told you, you are free to go at any time. You have chosen to humiliate me instead. If you had left it would have devastated me, instead you chose to humiliate me. I will not be humiliated. Your going with another man while ostensibly "belonging" to me is humiliating." He looked long into her eyes. "I will not be humiliated. The car is parked out front, go wait for me there."

Sniffing and looking up at him from under her eyelashes Emily whispered, "I can't go. He won't let me. I don't know why but I can't say no to him."

Looking down at the beige carpet He shuffled to where Boris was standing. As He walked He spoke softly, "I hoped it wouldn't come to this. I am sorry." He stopped an arms length away from Boris, looked up and fixed his gaze on the huge man standing before Him. Casually and so swiftly neither of the others saw how it happened His right leg flicked up, the sharp toe of His dress shoes extended. 

Just before contact was made between Boris' legs He shifted His weight further to His left. When the toe made connection with Boris' crotch the big man it lifted him into the air. Well before the Boris could react in any way He shifted His weight onto His right leg. Even before Boris' hands could travel to cover his gonads His left leg flicked up. Again contact was made; again it lifted the huge man up off his feet.

He stepped back and away from Boris, ignoring the man as he collapsed on the carpet gagging and sucking for breath. Boris' hands were buried between his legs, his eyes had rolled back into his head. When his guests came later to search for him they wouldn't find a mark on him: Until someone pulled off his pants. He was sure Boris wouldn't be the one to do that. Any movement of his legs, his trousers would have him in agony.

Dispassionately he addressed the small woman standing before him. "Emily, I warned you. Come, we must leave." He spotted her coat lying on the bed, Picked it up and helped her into it. Then he handed His woman her purse.

Taking Emily by the elbow He ushered her out into the hall closing the door behind them. Wordlessly, careful not to make eye contact with the guests He escorted her to the elevator, then to their car. In the car He turned to her, speaking the first words since leaving Boris' bedroom. "This is the last time, Emily. You are a Submissive and I appreciate that. But I am your master. None other! There will be no other warning."

Starting the car he drove them to their apartment. 

The next day they boarded a plane out of the country. Emily was subdued but a small smile was constantly appearing, then disappearing as she remembered how her Alpha Male cared for her. As the airliner rose into the air she knew she would never be tempted by others. This man was real, not a shadow of bone, muscle and bluster.



Alpha Male



Words cannot describe how excited I was to begin what should have been the best years of my life after paying my dues in a big way. I was a 32 year old physician who had just finished a six-year residency in a surgical subspecialty. This was on top of four years of college and another four years of medical school. All in all the sacrifice had been great but I was now reaping the rewards. I had landed a cushy private practice job at a hospital in the suburban Phoenix area. I was married to an athletic, statuesque blue-eyed blond named Kristin whom I had met early in my residency. She was a physical therapist at my hospital and we hit it off immediately. After a brief courtship we married and had been blissfully happy despite the punishing hours I had to work as a surgical resident. 

The only difficulty we had encountered in our marriage to that point was that Kristin had not yet become pregnant despite three years of trying. Clearly, the chances were good that one of us had a fertility problem but with my busy schedule we had not yet been able to see a specialist and take care of the problem. We were becoming more and more anxious for her to get pregnant which, in retrospect, had introduced a subtle mechanical nature to our lovemaking. It was still good sex but it had become just a bit forced and monotonous. 

Kristin was just as excited as I was to be moving to the Phoenix area where she could do outdoor activities year-round. She was an avid hiker, biker, and runner. As you would expect, because of all this activity she had a sleek, tan, and sexy body. She had nice perky breasts, a gorgeous firm ass, and long beautiful legs. Perhaps her best physical features were her full, sensual lips. This made here a great kisser. Because of those gorgeous lips I had hoped that she would take an interest in giving me oral sex but she confided to me that fellatio turned her off. I surmised that this was probably because of her rather stern upbringing in a fundamentalist Christian home.

I was always surprised that not more guys hit on Kristin since she was so hot. But she was pretty good at diffusing any potential flirting situation immediately, at least when I was around, so I didn't worry too much.

Shortly after we moved into a swanky gated community just outside of Phoenix Kristin called me on her cell phone from the community pool that was for the exclusive use of the neighborhood's homeowners. It was a beautiful day and she knew I was getting off early from work so she asked me to change into my swimwear and meet her at the pool which I did shortly after she called. When I got there I was a bit surprised to see her laughing and carrying on a conversation with a gentleman who looked to be in his early 50's, or about 25 years Kristin's senior. I immediately became uneasy because this man was so tan and fit and because Kristin looked so stunning in her skimpy bikini. The man was well muscled but not in the grotesque way that some bodybuilders are. He was tall and quite tanned, obviously having spent a lot of time outside. His hair was dark and thick except for slight graying at the temples. Maybe I was just imagining it but I could've sworn that I saw Kristin quickly glance his crotch as he looked away to grab his drink. His swimsuit, while age appropriate, did seem to be just tight enough in the front to show a pretty subtle but nonetheless impressive bulge.

At this point I walked over a little apprehensively as Kristin saw me and immediately smiled and introduced me to her new friend, Bill Rodgers. He gave me a firm handshake and said that he was glad that we had moved into the neighborhood. He seemed like a nice enough guy but my enthusiasm soon faded when I found out that he had retired a few years ago after making a small fortune as a plaintiff's lawyer specializing in suing doctors. He assured me in a lighthearted way that this was behind him now that he was retired and that he harbored no ill will towards physicians. This made me feel a little better but not much. He apparently spent much of his day working out in the gym and laying around the pool, generally enjoying the retired life.

I later found out a couple of disturbing things about Bill. First, not surprisingly, as a rich and physically fit bachelor he led a pretty active social life which included a number of girlfriends, mostly of the young variety. What was not immediately known to me at the time was that he apparently had been carrying on affairs with a couple of adventuresome and bored married women who lived in our community.

I also found out that when he was a lawyer he was quite abusive to the physicians that he sued in court and was merciless when they were on the witness stand. Apparently some pretty tough doctors had been reduced to quivering, babbling babies on the stand due to his efficient, relentless, and ruthless courtroom techniques. It didn't hurt that the women on his juries were typically won over as soon as this ruggedly handsome smooth operator entered the courtroom. It merely made it easier for him to pocket millions of dollars from those unfortunate doctors over a period of just a few years. I was later told by a mutual acquaintance that he really and truly hated all doctors. He loved to humiliate them and stick it to them anyway he could but I would never learn why he harbored this hatred. 

Since I did not know most of this at the time I didn't think too much about Bill though I did wish that my wife had not been quite so friendly to him at the pool. I sort of offhandedly mentioned this to her when we got back to the house and she just laughed and said she really wasn't into senior citizens. Still, this was no ordinary senior citizen. He was about six feet two inches tall and weighed about 200 lbs. which consisted mostly of rippling muscles. He had masculine Marlboro Man type features which unnerved me a bit since even though I was pretty good looking guy I had more delicate, almost feminine features. Being a marathon runner and cyclist I was lean but not muscular. But I assumed that Kristin preferred guys with more gentle features like I had since she married me and not some big hulk.

A few months passed and things were going quite well for us. We were enjoying an active outdoor lifestyle though I was a bit disappointed that I was having to work a little more than I thought I would, being the new junior partner in my group and the low man on the totem pole. If this bothered Kristin she wasn't showing it. The last few weeks she seemed happier and more full of life than at any time since I had known her. Even the fact that we had not yet conceived a child did not seem to be weighing on her too heavily.

I was feeling bad about getting home at seven or eight o'clock, or even later, most days and was thrilled when my partners unexpectedly gave me the afternoon off on a slow midweek day. I decided to surprise my wife at home and thought that maybe we could go for a nice bike ride and then come back, cleanup, and go to an intimate romantic dinner at a really cool restaurant I had been told about. I had called her earlier in the day before I knew that I was going to get off early and she had said that she was going to be around the house all day catching up on a few things and that she'd have dinner ready for me later that evening. Excitedly, I rushed home after lunch and snuck in the back door so I could surprise her with our new plans for the day.

Immediately I knew something was wrong. I thought I heard a coyote or dog growling outside in the distance but as I walked into the family room I could hear that the noise was actually moaning and groaning coming from the other side of the wall where our bedroom was. The moaning and groaning sounded too deep to be from Kristin. My heart began to pound and I immediately pulled open the bedroom where I was greeted by the site of a naked brawny man on his knees with his pelvis pressed into my wife's face as she sat against the headboard of our bed facing the door. Imagine my thoughts as I saw another man ramming his cock into my wife's gorgeous mouth – something that she had acted too prim and proper to do with me. Clearly just as surprised as I was, they immediately disengaged and Kristin gave me a horrified look while pleading "Oh my God! Oh my God! I didn't think you are coming home this soon!"

Immediately rage began filling my body but then the man, none other than "Big Bill" Rodgers, rather nonchalantly wheeled around in the bed on his knees giving me a full frontal view of what was the biggest, fattest cock I had ever seen. It was glistening with Kristin's saliva and leaking a thin stream of sticky precum. It was stiff as a diamond cutter and pointed right at my head like a weapon. The sight was so unnerving that my rage melted to intimidation which radiated from the pit of my stomach down into my manhood which, at 5 or 6 inches long, was about 4 inches shorter than his and maybe not even half as big around. Looking back, I think my emotions changed so suddenly because of a primal reaction deeply programmed into my male brain. I had learned in biology class awhile back that the males of certain primate species intimidate other males by showing them their erect penises. I just can't explain it any other way. Whatever the case, Bill picked up on this immediately and calmly ordered me to sit down in the chair that was closest to the bed. I did as I was told. The look on Kristin's face was of disbelief but she stayed silent. At that point Bill gave me a little smirk and arrogantly said "Since I'm in a good mood today I'm gonna let you watch while we finish what we have started here."

"Okay" I said, being afraid that any other answer might get me beaten to within an inch of my life. Bill was about 40 pounds heavier than I was and much stronger. It was quite clear from the look on his face and the menacing look of his raging hardon that he was quite intent on finishing what he and Kristin had begun. Kristin, now in shock, continued to say nothing. Bill then wheeled around to face her and started kissing her passionately. I was dismayed that after some initial token mild resistance she surrendered and became quite passionate herself.

After a minute or so of this I could see a small puddle forming on the sheets between Kristin's legs. Clearly, she was quite excited and ready to be taken by Bill and his huge cock. As if on cue Bill reached down with his right hand and began to skillfully and patiently guide his impressive member towards Kristin's tight pussy. I didn't think it would fit since I thought that I had filled her up with my modest cock which was not even half his size. No problem. He first gently and sensually began to massage Kristen's clitoris with the tip of his big dick. He then used his cock head to spread his ample precum liberally over her rapidly moistening pussy lips in such a way as to not only add natural lubrication but also in the process excite Kristin into a moaning, groaning state of near ecstasy. You could see her vaginal opening begin to dilate as her body was getting itself ready for a pounding from the biggest cock it had ever seen. At that point he was able to work it in though the last couple of inches were tough. With one final thrust he went into the hilt at which time Kristin yelped and nearly cried as her eyes started to roll back into her head and tears of ecstasy began to flow down her flushed cheeks. Bill began slowly thrusting and gradually picked up the pace as Kristin writhed and struggled to catch her breath between primal gasps and moans.

As they got up to speed I could see the individual muscles in Bill's ripped rock hard ass contract as he forcefully thrust in and out. There was an audible thud each time his big meaty balls banged against Kristen's tight, tanned bubble butt which by then was quite wet with all the juice flowing out. His balls hung down a good six or seven inches, probably because they were so big and heavy. This caused a rather loud wet slapping sound on her lower pussy and ass which could be heard in spite of all the grunting, groaning, and occasional shrieks. I couldn't ever remember my smaller balls slapping my wife's ass like that. Soon after the thrusting began in earnest Kristin's toes curled, her eyes rolled back, and her whole body tensed and then quivered as a big shot of pussy juice erupted around Bill's cock and squirted forcefully out onto the bed sheets.

She screamed "Yes! Yes! Oh my God! I'm in heaven! You're so BIG! You're so HUGE! More! Please! PLEASE!" 

Never had she done much more than quietly moan and gently stroke my back when we were having sex so it was quite humiliating to see another man pleasure her like I never could. It was obvious that any orgasms I thought that she had had with me were faked when you compared her reactions to me to the hyper-animated total body orgasm she just had with Bill.

But Big Bill wasn't done yet. He kept thrusting in and out as Kristin grabbed his sweaty, muscular ass and kept pulling and pulling, yelling "Deeper! Deeper! Deeper!" I couldn't believe how much cock she could take and it appeared that it took all of Bill's thick nine inches to get the job done. Suddenly Kristin again shrieked, quivered, and her eyes rolled back as primitive waves of pleasure spread like lightning bolts throughout her body. I thought that maybe they were through but they kept going and going and going for what seemed like an eternity while Kristin must've had at least 10 or 15 earth shattering orgasms. It was apparent that she was becoming weaker with each one and could barely even moan during the last few but her supreme joy was evidenced by the tears that kept streaming down her face as she kept attempting to pull Bill in deeper with her nearly limp arms and hands. Her nipples were rock hard and seemed giant to me. Of course, I'd never seen them that engorged before. She was covered with sweat and her breathing was rapid and shallow.

Finally Bill abruptly slowed the frenetic pounding he was giving Kristin, tensed up, and unleashed what had to be a huge torrent of semen deep into Kristin who simultaneously let out one last roof-rattling guttural scream and then fell completely limp. As this was happening Bill's large pendulous balls contracted back up to the base of his penis showing the lower part of Kristin's pussy which began to ooze the unmistakable white, slimy, gooey mess that he had forcefully ejaculated from deep within his beefy loins. I could hear a faint gurgling sound as Kristin's vagina visibly spasmed around Bill's monster cock and the creamy stuff belched out from her pussy. This was especially distressing to me because always after I pulled out of Kristin following sex I never would see more than a drop or two of my seed leaking from of her little pussy. I didn't even want to think of how inadequate my load was compared to Bill's. By this time Kristin was almost unconscious and her eyes pretty much stayed rolled up in the back of her head. Sweat glistened off of her lithe and totally limp body. She was barely able to speak because she was so weak.

"Uhhhhh....fuck...fuck...fu..." she quietly and incoherently gasped several times to no one in particular.

I had never heard this sweet, polite girl utter the word "fuck" before. At that point Bill slowly pulled out his cock which made a sucking sound as it left Kristin's swollen, red, and dilated pussy. The suction caused another large, loose wad of semen to pop out onto the sheets and down into the crack of Kristin's ass. I leaned over and stared in awe at the huge cream pie sitting in front of my face. Suddenly I was aware of an overpowering pungent aroma that was the logical result of the raw animalistic sexual display I had just witnessed. There was the familiar and the wonderful smell of Kristin's fragrant pussy juice but this time the aroma was subtly mixed with the intensely masculine, musty odor of Bill's huge load of sperm-laden semen. I must admit that the combination aroma was quite intoxicating and it had a somewhat soothing effect on me to breathe in the odor of the raw, powerful, animalistic sexual act I had just witnessed.

As I said before, after Kristin and I would have sex all I would see would be a little bit of her fluid, maybe a drop of or two mine, and little or no swelling or spreading of her labia. In contrast, this time her entire bottom and upper legs were covered with the copious mixture of her juices and his sperm. The wet spot on the sheets under them was actually more like a big pool of messy fluid. The most I ever saw after I had had sex with her was maybe a two or three inch moist area. This time her labia were spread out and engorged to about three times their normal size. Her pussy lips were a beautiful shade of crimson red from the blood that engorged her tissues and from the piston-like pounding that they had taken from Bill's monster cock. The site and smell of this was unbelievably humiliating and devastating to me. I wanted to die at that point.

Slowly I regained my senses enough to glance up at Bill and was met with a steely glare and that ever-present smirk that he had been wearing since I came in the room. He then glanced down at his big thick prick which was now partially limp but probably still a good seven or eight inches long and glistening with the white slimy essence of his loins. He then glanced back at me and said "This thing is a mess. Clean it up for me." Reflexively I reached over for the box of Kleenex that was on the dresser but before I could grab it he laughed.

"Not with that." he said. "With your tongue."

"With my tongue?" I asked in disbelief.

"You heard me."

As a 100% straight male I couldn't fathom what I was being asked to do. It was something I had never thought about doing unless I somehow got thrown into prison and was forced into action or else I'd suffer the consequence. But at this point Bill and his big cock had me in an almost hypnotic submissive state and I knew I was going to have to do what he wanted. As I went through this thought process I watched as another long sticky drop of semen dripped from the tip of his dick and audibly splattered on the bed sheets in the very place where I usually slept and Kristin and I had made love numerous times. Kristin still lay there totally spent from her earth-moving fuck and was pretty much oblivious to what was happening to me now.

I moved over closer to Bill, swallowed hard, and began to lick the thick slimy cum off of his shiny large dick. I started tentatively then hurriedly got most of it off and looked up at him hoping that we were finally through with this hellish nightmare. But we weren't.

"You're not done, boy. There's still some left. Lick it off."

I looked back down and saw that his cock had once again risen to full vein-popping attention and the underside, which had been hidden against his ample scrotum when it was limp, was still pretty slimy. I then placed my tongue at the base of his steel hard pulsating cock and moved it up the shaft collecting slimy goo as I went. Just as I reached the tip of his dick and began to swallow the last of his cum he audibly gasped and I was suddenly blinded as a huge jet of hot fluid blasted my forehead and splattered into my eyes. Instinctively I attempted to jerk away but he anticipated this and grabbed my head around the ears with his muscular sinewy arms and forcefully held my head in place as he proceeded to ejaculate untold large hot streams of thick smelly semen all over my face. The nasty, slimy mess not only got in my eyes but in my mouth and even in one nostril. The salty taste was disgusting. I couldn't believe he still had that much left in him after witnessing the massive cum load he had exploded into Kristin only a very few minutes before. I guess those big horse-like balls held more cum than I thought.




Alpha Male



After what seemed like minutes of having cum shot all over my face he finally relaxed and quit squirting. Thank God. He then chuckled softly and turned to Kristin who was beginning to wake up a bit.

"Hey honey. Take a look at your man here. Looks like he needs a bath."

Kristen, barely able to lift her head, took one look and almost passed out again. I'll never forget the look in her eyes. It reminded me of the look you might give a man who had just been given an emasculating verbal and physical beating in a fist fight over a woman. To think that I had been given the equivalent, or worse, by a man 20 years my senior was almost too much to take. 

Bill then nonchalantly tossed me the box of Kleenex and got dressed. As I wiped the viscid pungent stuff off of my face he walked to the door, turned around, gave me that arrogant, superior smirk and walked out without a word. At that point nothing needed to be said.



Alpha Male



This story was prompted by a kind reader who was extremely complimentary about my work, for which I am of course, always extremely grateful, but closed by asking if I had ever thought of writing something dealing with more forceful, less consensual, encounters. Or, as they put it - 'Rape, Pillage and Burn'. It is not an area of sexual activity that I have dealt with before, but here is my offering in that genre. As you see, I have used that reader's words as the story's sub-title. 





Alpha Male



Maybe she could have resisted more insistently - but, she thought, what outcome might that result in; would he get violent if she refused him? And although being fucked in a place like that was the last thing she'd ever imagined herself agreeing to, nor, until the moment it had happened, was what she'd been all-too willing to allow to happen in the car-park.

'There's a bit more grass over here.' he said, pulling her after him. 'And if you're concerned about getting that beautiful body scratched, I'll let you get on top - can't be fairer than that, can I?' he added with an almost boyishly twisted grin. Then, as he had when he'd first approached her, he pulled her hard up against himself, his mouth enveloping hers while his hands squeezed both her breast and her buttocks. And, as she had the first time, when she had felt the sudden hardness of him pressing against her thigh, she found herself instantly responding to his urgency.

So, when he began clumsily unfastening her buttons and zips, she not only allowed it, but found, in at least one part of herself, she was excitedly anticipating the moment when she'd feel the coarse roughness of his hands actually on her flesh. And as she was doing so she couldn't help her own from fumblingly groping at his. Under his shirt - thrilling at the sharply defined muscle-ridges she found there. Around behind him - her fingers digging into the even more pronounced size and strength of his arse. Then down between them - feeling the powerful jerky throbbing her curling fingers produced in his already stiffened cock.

Reactions that quickly overcame much of her remaining reluctance and stimulated not only the start of the same quickening of desire but also an all-too strong awareness of her own long unsatisfied needs. So, when she felt him tugging her dress upwards, instead of resisting an act that would leave her all but naked in what was after all a very public place, she helped him. Then felt a glow of satisfaction when she saw how lustfully his eyes took in the sight of her body.

'Christ, you're even better looking than I thought you'd be!' he gasped huskily. 'That's quite a rack you've got there lady - are they natural?' he asked as he reached around behind her and fumbled with her bra clip.

'Of course they are!' she lied glibly as he slid the straps off her shoulders.

'Well I hope the guy who gets to regularly play with these puppies appreciates them.' he said as his hands firmly cupped and began fondling them.

Marianne couldn't remember the last time Halden had given her breasts anything more than the most cursory attention, certainly his hands and fingers hadn't produced the sudden nipple-tightening sensations that this man's rough handling was. Sensations that, coupled with those she'd already been experiencing, made her want to feel him in the same way he was her - so she did as he had, unzipping his shorts, then firmly pushing them down over his hips.

She looked down and confirmed what she'd thought when she'd briefly seen it in the car-park - his cock was built exactly as the man himself was, big - at least by comparison with others she'd experienced - big and muscular looking. Then, perhaps it was from just the feel of having her skin against his, but as she closed her fingers around it, it jerked higher - higher and harder - and, maybe because she was curious to find out what it might feel like, she slowly wiped its already oozing head back and forth against the curving swell of her stomach.

The man grunted loudly - 'Shit that feels good!' - and feeling an excitingly powerful tremor run right up through him, she did the same thing several more times.

'Christ, you're going to make me come!' he gasped almost fearfully, then as he pushed her back towards the nearest of the adjacent trees, added. 'So, slight change of plans baby!'

'Not yet! Not like this!' Marianne yelped when he pressed her hard up against its trunk and she felt his knees forcing her legs apart.

'You'll love it!' was all he answered as he bent his legs, pushed his cock up between her thighs, and, having made sure its head was firmly wedged in the pouting slit between her pussy-lips, thrust powerfully upwards.

Unlike the first time, when she'd been instantly ready and open for him, this time was different - painfully different. In spite of their awkward position, the sheer power behind his thrust immediately forced the full length of the rigid hardness of him high and deep, bruising and rasping the tender lining of her cunt. She cried out - 'Wait! Stop! Please stop, it hurts!'

'Can't wait, you're so fucking tight! Just hold on, you'll see, you'll love it!' he grunted yet again as his action grew ever more urgently driven.

Marianne began sobbing; both from the pain, and the utter disappointment of the reality of what was happening to her. She had expected a bed, time for some mutual caressing, then, if nothing else, at least a repeat of the intensity of the sensations she'd felt during their first, all too short coupling. Instead of all that she was out here, in the wild, backed up against a tree and being mindlessly and brutally fucked! No, what he was doing to her was actually nothing short of rape!

But her despairing sobs were literally drowned out by the increasingly loud sounds of the man's urgency as his body built towards his moment of climax - and, in the expectation that it would bring an end to the continuation of the sharp, stabbing pains, and unlike the first time, Marianne found herself longing for a speedy conclusion.

If the volume of his bellowing grunts were anything to go by, he came even more powerfully than he had in the car-park, and, when he was done, had to cling to the tree behind her for support for a minute or two. Feeling humiliatingly disgusted with both him, and herself, Marianne took that opportunity to slip sideways away from him, picking up her discarded clothing as she hobbled towards the car.

She had time to wipe most of the smearing mess from between her thighs, replace her panties and bra, but even as she was slipping the dress back down over her head, he rejoined her. 'See, I told you you'd love it.' he said. 'We must do it again sometime - you'd like that wouldn't you!' he added with the same confidently leering grin she'd seen before. 'But,' - he added - 'there's another thing. The car's insured, right?'

'Of course it is.' Marianne replied unthinkingly.

'So, what we'll do is this.' he said as he opened the passenger door and indicated she should get in. 'I'll drop you off at the car-park, then you go and have a coffee or something, just give me half an hour, then ring the cops and report it's been stolen.' he explained before slamming the door and heading around to the other side.

What he'd said simply made no sense to her, and she thought to herself. 'If I ring the cops about anything it will be to report I've been raped. But of course that's unthinkable; for one thing, the publicity, and for another, he hadn't been physically violent, well at least not in the way that had left any outwardly visible markings on her.'

'Why would I do all that?' she asked as he slid into the seat beside her.

'I can get good cash for a car like this - I've got some pressing debts, you'd like to help me sort those out, wouldn't you? I mean so I'm less hassled the next time we meet, so I can do more good things for you.'

The full implication of what he'd said hit her suddenly - he not only thought she'd actually enjoyed being fucked the way he'd done it, he also expected her to be sufficiently grateful to help him off-load her car. He'd all but raped her, now he wanted to do virtually the same thing to her car!

The force and fury of her anger rose in much the same way the sound of the engine did as he gunned it, and even as the car slewed around on the gravel and headed back down the track, Marianne knew one thing for certain - the bastard may have had her, but she was damned if he was also going to get her car!

If she'd had just a little more time to think it over, she probably wouldn't have done what she did - but adrenaline is an even more powerful fuel than gasoline, and even as the idea formed, she reached for the previously unused safety-belt, pulled it across herself, and clipped it. Then at the very next bend in the track she braced herself; then reached up and, gripping the steering wheel and using all of her rage-powered strength, thrust it away from herself.

The angle that the car struck the tree-trunk twisted and sheared not only the engine mountings, but also several leads and lines connected to it. The force of the impact jerked Marianne forcefully forward, the webbing cutting and bruising her shoulder even as it saved her from smashing her head on the windscreen. The man had no such protection and even over the noise of the twisting, tearing metal she heard the sickening sound of bone cracking as his head smashed itself against the pillar.

Even though dazed and shaken Marianne had enough sense to reach across and both turn off the engine and retrieve her keys and hand-bag before getting out of what was left of her twistedly misshapen car. Then she wobblingly stood beside it for a few moments; re-gathering both her thoughts and her wits. 'At least one part of his plan was usable.' - she thought - 'I could report the car stolen - then who knows what the thief might have done with it? But I'll do that from home, certainly not from here!'  
For some reason her mind made an apparently disconnected leap to something Katy had mentioned in passing; that she'd heard that a few of the smaller cab companies were reputed to use unlicensed drivers. That's what she needed, she realised, a driver who would have good reason to forget he'd picked up a woman like her from as unlikely a place as this. Better still, she thought, would be from the road below her, then if for some reason he did get curious it would be easy to say her car had broken down.

Reaching into her bag to double check she had her mobile, she felt her fingers brush against something else, something that made her momentarily freeze. She peered back into the car; the man was unmoving, his head at what looked to her like a quite impossible angle, one side of it thick with rapidly congealing blood. Although she wasn't prepared to get close enough to confirm it, she somehow knew he was dead. 'The predatory bastard deserved it!' she muttered through clenched teeth as she pulled out the book of matches she'd found in the bottom of her bag.

The hood had sprung open in the smash and she saw various fluids leaking and dripping from several places around the still hotly smoking engine; lighting a match, then using it to light the others, she tossed them down - pausing only long enough to see it start an at first faintly flickering, blue flame - then turning and, wincing from the sharp pains in both her pussy and her shoulder, began stumbling down the track to the roadway below.





Alpha Male



Hey, you. Yeah, I'm talking to you. Yeah, you're the man sitting behind the computer, probably with your dick in one hand and the clicker in the other. You're in a room by yourself, away from prying eyes. This is your free time. Time to sit back, and get your ass entertained.  You're bored, or tired, or coming from work. Maybe you're at home or at the library. On a train, an airplane, a car or just sitting at a park bench or in a building somewhere. Maybe you're a seasoned erotica reader, or maybe this is your first time. That's cool. I've got a really hot story for you. It involves me getting fucked in the ass and sodomized roughly all the way to kingdom come. Oh, and I loved every minute of it. 

Who am I? I am Big Sally O'Shea. I've been many things in my life. I've always been a tomboy. I played high school football and rugby. I also played collegiate soccer, basketball and softball. I was a varsity collegiate wrestler for a time. I loved wrestling. It's a fun sport. I've got the build for it. I graduated from  Wisdom Chapel College twenty years ago. I was twenty four years old at the time. I'm a six-foot-three, thick-bodied, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed Irishwoman with bronze skin and blonde hair shaved bald. My eyes are a steely blue. I'm a big woman and quite proud of it. Three hundred and forty pounds. That's me. Big, beautiful and proud. I am a lifelong sportswoman.  Now that I'm in my forties, I've slowed down a bit in the athletic endeavors. There's one sport that I will never give up. Fucking. 

I picked up this good-looking young black stud named Jamal Lloyd  at the mall. There he was, chilling with his buddies.  He was wearing a Wisdom Chapel letterman jacket. This stud was a member of the Men's Rugby team at my alma mater. Wisdom Chapel is a small private Catholic school. They're very religious and traditional.  Currently, they offered Men's Archery, Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Lacrosse, Tennis, Ice Hockey, Swimming, Skiing, Wrestling, Football, Rugby, Track, Volleyball and  Badminton.  For  women, they offered Archery, Basketball, Softball, Field Hockey, Equestrian, Cross Country, Soccer, Skiing, Lacrosse, Tennis, Ice Hockey, Swimming, Wrestling, Rugby, Badminton and Bowling.  

Athleticism has always been a serious tradition for Wisdom Chapel College, even in the late seventies when I attended.  I approached the stud. He was quite tall, easily six feet four inches tall. He was lean and muscular. Kind of handsome. I walked up to him and asked him his name.  He told me that his name was Jamal. I asked him what a sexy stud like him was doing alone in the mall. Jamal smiled, and told me that he had just broken up with Juanita, his longtime girlfriend. I smiled and told him that the best way to get over a woman was by fucking another woman. He seemed puzzled. I told him to walk with me, and I would explain myself.

The young studs of today buy into the whole gentlemanly conduct and political correctness thing way too much. They need to act more manly, and say to hell with women. Women don't know what they want. Men shouldn't turn to them for advice or approval. And I'm a woman. So I would know. I wish more men were macho and self-confident these days. I remembered the macho football studs I met in the 1970s. I missed them.  I asked Jamal how many women he'd been with. He said that black chick Juanita was his one and only girlfriend. I felt bad for him. I told him that if he acted more manly, he just might get a piece of the finest ass  this side of Georgia.  He was all ears.  We walked around the mall, discussing life and sex. When I asked him to go into the men's bathroom, he was cool with it. I would have preferred to take him to the women's bathroom but it's so damn filthy. I mean, women are fucking pigs. The women's bathroom was so much messier than the men's bathroom.  And to think some men actually took fashion tips from women. The nerve!

Jamal and I went into the men's bathroom.  Once we were there, I pushed him against the wall, and unzipped his pants. I could feel his hard cock through his pants. I asked him how big his cock was. Jamal grinned and told me that he was packing well over ten inches of Black Man Power. I smiled. This was going to be lots of fun.  I knelt before Jamal and took his cock in my mouth.  Damn, this young black stud had a big cock. It was not only long but also quite thick. I'm a veteran cock sucker and I had trouble making it fit in my mouth. Jamal leaned back against the men's bathroom wall and thrust his cock into my mouth.  The stud was stroking my face as he thrust his cock into my mouth.  I sucked him good. When he finally came, I drank his seed. He tasted different from other men I've been with. Saltier and better. I liked his seed. He must eat right or something. 

When I got done sucking his cock, I looked up at him. He was smiling at me.  He was hot enough to make my old pussy wet and dripping. However,  I needed him to be tougher than that and take me roughly. So, I shoved him violently. He looked at me, surprised. He asked me why I did that. I laughed, and shoved him again. This time, he grabbed my hands. I called him a motherfucker, and told him he didn't have the stones to take me the way I needed to be taken. That got him angry.  Jamal's eyes blazed with anger. Then, he grabbed me and threw me to the floor. I laughed, and spread my legs invitingly.  He came, and entered me with a single thrust. He grabbed me and began fucking me roughly. His long and thick cock stabbed my pussy, squirming inside.  He fucked me good. I squealed in delight, loving it. He fucked me like this for a while, then he came. 

He still wasn't done with me. I needed to get him back into the game. So, I cussed him out and then tried to run. Jamal grabbed me and tackled me. I felt his hard cock pressing against my butt.  I rubbed my butt against his groin, and called him a motherfucker.  That got him ticked off. He smacked me. I gasped in shock.  Jamal looked at me, stunned. I guess he was surprised at himself as well.  What he didn't know is the fact that I liked my pleasure mixed with pain. I liked getting hit. I wanted him to beat on me. It turned me on. So, I lashed out at him. He fought me back. We wrestled on the floor. I outweighed Jamal by a good forty pounds. However, he was much faster and more flexible than I was. He had me pinned on the filthy bathroom floor, on my belly, with my ass sticking in the air. I was still defiant. I was still calling him names.  Jamal got really pissed. He took out his belt and began beating me with it. I squealed in delight, and continued to cuss him out defiantly.  His belt struck my back, my ass, and even my face. I felt the hot stinging pain, and loved it. Jamal let me have it, until I was red.

I looked at Jamal, and saw the transformation. He had gone from civilized gentleman  to roughneck. He was calling me a pussy and saying that he was going to tame my bitchy ass once and for all. Uh oh. Was he going to do what I thought he was going to do? I didn't  have to wonder for long. Jamal grabbed me, and spread my plump butt cheeks wide open. Jamal grunted and told me that he was going to fuck the arrogance out of my fat ass, sans lube. I squealed and tried to flee. He grabbed me and shoved his cock into my ass. Roughly and unceremoniously. Without so much a drop of lube or spit, Jamal began to work his cock into my butt hole. I screamed as he rammed his cock into me. Damn, that shit fucking hurts!  He cussed me out while fucking me. He called me every name under the sun.  He called me a stinking bitch, a no-good whore and a stupid slut who needed to get fucked in the ass.  I squealed and responded in kind. As he thrust into my asshole like the commanding general of an army invading enemy territory, I told him that I deserved it, that my plump ass needed to be punished. He fucked me good, shoving his cock deep down where the sun didn't shine. He even grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and ordered me to lick the filthy floor of the men's room. I felt disgusted, but also thrilled. I licked it.  Jamal laughed, then ordered me to bark like a bitch. I did. I barked like a bitch while he rammed his cock deep into my asshole. He fucked me like this for a time, then he finally came.  When I felt his hot manly cum rushing deep into my ass, I squealed in delight. This was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had!

Jamal remained inside me for a minute, then squeezed his cock out of me. He pulled his pants back on, and zipped him. I got up, and looked at him respectfully.  He wasn't just some black guy I picked up randomly. He was the man who gave me the fucking of a lifetime. And he never knew he had it in him. I never doubted him for a second.  All men have their inner Alpha Male inside them. They just need to let it out. Jamal looked at me differently too. He was no longer angry, and instead was now facing his conscience about what he just did. I smiled, and kissed him. I told him that we both got what he wanted, and that he was the first real man I'd run into in a long time. That seemed to reassure him. He smiled cockily. We left the men's room, and never saw each other again.



Alpha Male



"Almost ready Honey?" My room-mate Christie calls from outside my bedroom door.

I pull the front of my top down a little to expose more of my pert creamy tits. My cherry nipples are clearly visible in my see-through top and flimsy bra. I touch up my lipstick a little and flick my red curls from my face.

"Coming babe," I call over my shoulder and picking up my handbag, I walk over and open the door.

Christie stands there, gorgeous as always, black curls cascading over her pale narrow shoulders. She's wearing a red midriff top and a tiny matching skirt. I can see the white curve of her tits and her big juicy nipples easily through the tiny garment. Something is weird though, kind of out of place.

"You're not wearing a bra you dirty little bitch!" I suddenly exclaim. 

But she's quick. "Jesus Susie, no panties. You're such a slut!" I shiver and giggle at the feeling her cool tickling fingers leave on my pussy lips as she straightens, withdrawing her hand from beneath my own tiny skirt. She's smiling and her lashes flutter at me playfully. We're a couple of dirty sluts and we're proud of it.

We've left the house now and it's freezing outside, the middle of winter and our breaths steam. Our coats barely shield us from the icy wind and two sets of nipples are standing to attention by the time we arrive at Liquid. 

We've been coming here for a few months now. It's a great club, you can always get laid. Tony is on the door tonight. God I'm in love with him. He's a huge guy, gorgeous massive arms and such a great voice! 

I always look at his crotch when I see him, I can't help it, his dick is so easy to make out and I can barely stop myself drooling when I see the massive lump in his trousers. I've fantasised so much about him. God I'd love that equipment splitting my hot tight little womanhood. 

"Hey Christie." Oh god, that voice! 

"Hey handsome," I reply for her. He turns to me and his eyes make me so wet I'm worried it'll run down my thighs.

Stephen the freak appears from the shadows behind Tony, hair slicked back, permanently oily and that nasty little moustache making him look sleazy as ever. The guy gives us the creeps and Tony once told Christie he even gave him the creeps. 

"Cover charge tonight ladies," I don't like the nasty smile on the little pervert's face. He actually has his hand in his pocket and I'm sure he's playing with himself behind the desk. 

I can't believe what Christie does next. Lifting her top so her silky white tits fall out, red nipples still hard she says, "How about covering these for a charge Stephen?" She flutters her eyelashes like a hooker.

Oh my god, the disgusting little weasel reaches over to fondle them and she doesn't even stop him. Tony's embarrassed, I can tell. He's such a sweetheart.

There's never a cover-charge here, they need all the girls they can get. Stephen was just being an asshole. I blow a kiss to Tony as we go in after checking our coats. Stephen the asshole blows one back. Dick.

Jesus there are some hunks here tonight! After a few drinks I get dancing with this awesome blonde guy. I can feel his muscles under his clothes as I mash my horny little body against him. His cock's hard and I want to take him into the ladies' and suck it for him -- just a taster before I take him home and fuck him -- but he won't even let me put my hands down his pants. 

"Jesus I'm so fuckin' wet baby. Are you gonna dance and kiss me and talk about your stupid job or stick that fat cock in me?" I fondle it through his trousers and I can feel it twitch. 

He looks a little shy and mutters something about getting to know each other so I ditch him and go back to the bar. I want a fuck not a family. 

"You could've had me tonight you jerk," I shout in his ear as I take my hands away from him. "Your cock could've been squirting in my tight little cunt if you hadn't've been such a boring shit. What do you think about that jerk?" The idiot acts all confused.

A few hours go by and oh shit it's a crisis! Christie has kissed three guys and I've kissed four. She made a guy cum in his pants on the dance floor but then he'd lost his nerve and left. I can't believe it, I haven't felt the bare flesh of a single cock the whole night and I'm drunk and horny as hell. Fantasies of Tony, spreading me wide and possessing me swim across my vision. 

Oh god I need sex and there isn't a guy in sight! I know Christie feels the same way, I can see the desperation in her eyes as we sit forlornly on some cushions in a corner. The club is starting to empty.

Christie gets really wet when she's frustrated like this. She holds a soaking hand up to my face and I smell her cunt juice. "That's just from my thigh." She's frustrated alright.

Suddenly these guys appear, one with a tray of drinks. They sit with us. One of them, a massive dark shape, starts talking to Christie and I vaguely recognise him but it's dark and I can't make out his face. The smaller one offers me a drink and I take it. Water! It's a relief actually, I've drunk so much I might be ill.

Now he's talking to me, I recognise him too and he somehow knows my name. "Rough night huh?"

"Oh you wouldn't believe it!" I hear myself giggle. "I need sex something bad!" I can't control myself, I think I've got myself into such a state I'd fuck anyone.

I know that face, I'm sure of it but everything is spinning and for a while, it all starts seeming like a bunch of scenes from a movie. My body's wrapped around him and his stubble grinds into my face as he sticks his tongue down my throat. I can feel his stiff cock in his pants and my cunt's really wet.

More water. More kissing, his fingers are in me and I'm nearly cumming. Christie is sucking face with the big guy, a huge dark shape on the cushions next to me, I see her through the corner of my eye. For a split second, in the strobe, I see right up her skirt and there are fingers pushing her panties aside and penetrating her. The other familiar stranger's fingers are still inside me but he can't quite make me cum. I feel for his cock but I'm still drunk and my fingers won't work properly. I guess it's lucky as if I had my way he'd fuck me right there on the cushions.

Finally the mist clears and we're walking home through the cold, coats wrapped around us, nipples hard, still horny as hell. Christie is mashing herself against Tony and ... Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus Christ! Fuck!

Stephen the freak has his arm around me! Stephen! For a minute I panic but it only makes me hornier. I feel juice running down my inner thigh and I look over at Tony longingly. Christie is all over him as they walk and I'm a little jealous but he's just being cool and holding her up whenever she trips. He looks back at me. I can't see his face but I know he's smiling at me and I know it's me he really wants.

I let Stephen the freak feel the side of my breast under my arm as we walk. "Jesus is that the best you can do?" It just came out! I didn't mean to say it! The hand stops fondling and his arm drops to my waist. Loser.

We're home now and Christie is offering them drinks. I take our coats and hang them up and I can feel eyes on my back. I look around and catch the freak staring at my ass in my tight little skirt. I don't care, I have a plan.

"You wanna see our house?" Christie says to Tony unsubtly and she's pouting like the little whore she is. He nods and smiles and she takes him by the hand and leads him from our kitchen. I let the freak kiss me on the lips once they've gone and my mind wonders as he ineptly squeezes my ass. I see Tony and Christie's drinks left untouched by the sink.

I disentangle myself from the loser and walk into the lounge. "Come on then." I say irritatedly, over here by the sofa. I knew he'd follow me like the desperate fuck he is.

"God you're so beautiful Susie!" He wheezes, his hands all over my tits. He's trying to kiss me but I'm sick of his moustache. We're on the sofa now.

"Hurry up Stephen, Jesus! Hurry up!" I half push him away so he's sitting up, bent over me looking like a chastised puppy. He starts to say something but I expertly undo his belt and unzip him and that shuts him up. 

His jeans are down and I can see his penis in his boxer shorts. It's an OK size I guess. I have a suspicion. "Wow Stephen!" I can't believe it! He's actually buys it! "God it's huge honey! Oh Jesus, give me some of that!" I fondle his balls through his underwear and stroke up and down his hard shaft, teasing the glans with the tips of my fingers.

"Oh Jesus Susie! Oh god! Oh!" He squeaks away at me and I smile as my prediction comes true and there's a twitching explosion in his boxers.

I milk him down, squeezing the sides of his cock while adeptly keeping my fingers dry, not touching a single drop of the cum soaking through the thin fabric stuck to the end of his penis. "That is such a big load!" The moron laps it up which is more than I care to do with his cum.

"Oh Susie, that was so great, nobody's ever made me cum like that." Jerk.

"Oh Stephen, you were so hard!" I can't think of anything else to say. I'm sitting on the sofa with my legs spread and my clothes still on, still desperate for some kind of action and visions of what's happening in Christie's room are swimming through my head. 

He's looking down my skirt. I guess he's getting off over the little red strip of pussy-hair I keep unshaven above my full pink cunt lips. Most guys do.

I feel kind of awkward and avoid his eyes but thankfully he's asking me where the bathroom his. I waive him back in the direction of the kitchen and he goes. I guess he's off to clean up his act.

I tiptoe into the hall and head for Christie's door. It's slightly ajar and I just can't stop myself. I peak through the crack and get a clear view of Christie's bed. She's naked and lying on her back, her ass on the edge of the bed and her skinny legs spread wide. Her body's beautiful, creamy and firm and her hair's spread out around her head. Her fingers are pinching her hard red nipples and cupping her tits.

"Give me your cock baby. Please give me your cock, Oh god, fuck me! Fill my pussy baby!" I can just hear the dirty little bitch's begging moans intermingled with sucking slurping sounds through the door crack.

Her crotch is obscured by Tony's hulking form, kneeling in front of her. He's naked too. His body's just like I imagined, shiny, black and rippling with massive muscles. Every now and again, he bends his shaven head toward her crotch and I glimpse her bare pussy between her legs as he laps up her oozing juices. His fingers are buried in her cunt and she's moaning and moaning for him to fuck her. I don't blame her, right now I'd give anything to have his cock stuffed in any of my dirty little holes.

I watch as Tony slowly and deliberately fingers and eats my room mate's soft smooth cunt, teasing her, making her beg him for sex. My fingers have strayed to my own pussy and I quietly unhitch my skirt and let it fall softly to the carpet. My slit is soaking and I can smell my own juice.

I stroke my clitty and watch them. Tony shifts a little to get comfortable and I catch a quick eye full of his massive black cock. It's hard and sticking almost straight up, it's nearly as thick as my arm and I want it in my nasty little fuck hole so badly. Christie is in a frenzy, she's wailing and begging to be fucked and her body is heaving on the bed as he relentlessly fingers and licks her.

I don't care about anything any more, I'm so horny and I can't contain myself. They both look up in surprise as the door flies open and I rush in, naked from the waste down.

I'm on Tony in a few steps, I push him backwards and he's taken by surprise. I jump on him and grab his dick, grinding it into my sodden little red muff, moistening it up before I ram it into my pink little sex orifice. "Oh Tony, you're so big!" My voice is barely audible, it's so high and I'm gasping at the pain and pleasure.

"Oh god, it's so wide, oh fuck!" I grind my pelvis down on to him and pushing his enormous prick up into me. I can feel myself stretching but I want to take him all in. I don't want to disappoint him, I know he's been waiting for this as long as I have. I force myself down his huge shaft, panting with the exertion, my cunt-hole stretching as he fills me with his cock.

"Oh my god! Oh Jesus Tony! I'm...Oh fuck!" I hope he doesn't think I've peed myself as my squirt soaks us both between the legs but he doesn't mind. He's taking matters in hand now. I'm sitting on his cock and he starts to thrust, his gigantic arms coming up, his gorgeous warm fingers peeling off my top and bra then rolling my nipples and squeezing them, sending ripples of pleasure through my entire body.

He's drilling into me now, his tree-trunk cock splitting me open wider and wider. It hurts but it feels so fantastic. Little lightening bolts of pleasure shoot up my body from my cunt as it throbs around his penis getting wetter and wetter. There's a roaring in my ears and I don't know if his fingers are on my nipples any more or if the warm thrills I can feel racing through them into my breasts are just happening by themselves. I beg him to pinch and squeeze them harder but my body is wracked with pleasure and I can hardly even tell where it's coming from any more.

I feel his big balls slapping wetly on my perineum and asshole as he brutally shafts me. His fat glans is digging a brand new course of pleasure inside my cunt. I can feel him swelling, hardening even more in me and I go crazy, falling over on top of him and licking and biting his gorgeous chest, shoving my pelvis against his crotch as he fucks me, piston-like.

"Oh fuck I love you Tony, I'm cumming! Fuck me harder honey! Oh my god! It's so sore baby but don't stop!" I don't care about my wails and whimpers, waves of pleasure are engulfing my body and I tip over the edge, screaming as my orgasm rocks me and makes my vagina clench his dick which finally bursts inside me, filling me with a huge hot load that my cervix eagerly drinks until my orgasm subsides. I'm vaguely aware of his fantastic deep growls and moans as he pumps his cream into my gorgeously violated little fuck-mound.

I lie on him moaning for a while, my head on his chest and his cock pulsing, squeezing the last of his semen into my pussy and gradually starting to soften. My tits are beautifully sore and my cunt lips are stretched exquisitely with him still inside me. 

When I finally lift my head and look around, Christie is smiling at me. "We wondered when you'd be in," she grins. She's still on the bed, propped up on one elbow while her other hand lazily rubs her clitty. I guess it's been a good show for her.

"Oh fuck!" I say suddenly. "Fuck fuck fuck!"

"What's' the matter honey?" Oh god! That beautiful voice!

"Hang on," I say in irritation. "I'll be right back." I get off Tony abruptly, his cum mixed with juice from my cunt streaming down my thigh, the feel of the cooling sticky mess oozing out of me sending tingles of pleasure up my spine. I walk back to the lounge trying to work out what to do about the jerk.

Stephen is on the sofa and he's got his boxers off. His cock's hard and it looks like he's been jerking himself off waiting for me. I can't believe he didn't hear me with his friend.

"Susie, wow!" He's startled to see my naked body, my tits and pussy exposed for all to see and he grabs me, surprising me a little, and pulls me to the sofa burying his head between my legs. This is more like it, I'm a little excited.

"Oh Stephen!" I manage to enthuse but he doesn't really know what he's doing and my excitement fades. I let him eat me out for a while, moaning a couple more times to keep him happy figuring if he wants to eat his friend's cum that's fine by me.

Just as I thought, he doesn't last long licking my pussy and he's up in front of me getting ready with his erection, pathetic, pale and pink compared to Tony's gorgeous massive dick. He rubs it on my crotch and tries to enter me but I tense up my cunt so he can't penetrate it and I grab his shaft and and start rubbing his little hard glans against my clitty and labia, making sure to cover it in plenty of Tony's wonderful load. I'm still horny and it feels kind of good rubbing the turgid flesh against my wet genitalia so I keep doing it for a while.

"Susie! Oh Susie! Please let me fuck you baby, I'm gonna..." I quickly pull his cock forward up my body a little as he starts spitting his baby load. It lands safely on my belly and I hastily pull my hands away from his dick, letting him finish himself off. He milks himself dry then starts finger fucking me. I don't really get what he thinks he's doing but it's not doing any harm so I leave him to it and take a tissue from the little stand by the sofa and wipe up his inconsiderate little mess.

I have to hand it to him, he's fast. His cock's hard again in a minute or so and I let him turn me over, "Oh Susie, Susie, you're so beautiful! You've got such a gorgeous ass!" I almost laugh at his childish whining but manage to make it sound like a moan.

He tries to fuck my ass. He's pushing his little dick against my tight little hole. I tease him and let him get the tip of it in but then I clench up, forcing him back out of me again. He keeps trying and I don't stop him, I think I know what's going to happen. Sure enough, in what seems like seconds, the little fuck is moaning my name and spitting yet another watery load on to my asshole and butt cheeks. I can feel the lukewarm fluid running down my ass-crack and over my cunt. I can tell he's just standing there like an idiot once he's done and I sigh and take another tissue and wipe up after him.

I can't be bothered with this any more. We're sitting again and he tries to kiss me but I have other things on my mind and I stop him and tell him I need to sleep and maybe he should go. He's so pathetic he doesn't even try to argue. I stand and wait expectantly while he awkwardly dresses.

"Sure honey," I smile at his request to see me again sometime. "I'll see you at Liquid sometime I guess." I let him kiss me goodbye then smiling, I close the door behind him, my nipples erect from the cold that's blown in. I guarantee the little shit will be lying to all his friends about how hard he fucked me but that's ok, I'll be telling them all about how fast he came!

I go to the bathroom and take a quick shower, washing the freak's cum completely off me then eagerly head back to Christie's room. 

They've been waiting for me. Tony's dick is hard again, she's been licking it for him. Christie and I make him lay on the bed and lick and suck him, taking turns at licking his balls and swallowing as much of his wonderful hard cock as we can get into our slutty little mouths.

I want so badly to help him cum, to give him pleasure. I take his fat glans in my mouth while Christie sucks and licks his beautiful black balls and rims his asshole, occasionally sticking her tongue deep inside it. I put his hands on the back of my head and encourage him to fuck my face. He forces my mouth down his shaft. I gag and choke but I make him keep fucking me in the mouth until his big pelvis heaves up and I hear those gorgeous moans again and taste his salty load.

We take turns on Tony for the rest of the night. He cums so many times, in our mouths, in our bitchy little cunts and on our bodies. By the morning, my pussy is stretched and painful and I think my breasts and nipples are going to hurt for days after all the pinching, sucking and biting. We fall asleep on Christie's bed and all I can think of as I drift off is fucking him again when I wake up.