1 comments/ 5419 views/ 3 favorites In The Closet Ch. 01 By: JaxRhapsody Chapter 01: Something's Watching "Finally getting out of mommy and daddy's house I see?" Davis joked. "Yeah, got a cheap loft downtown. It's just as good as the Upperlands. Dude I'm too old to be sneaking in girls and dealing with my dad blasting loud music every time I have a hangover." William said. I can't wait to see this place, s'gonna be party central!" Davis exclaimed, "we're picking up Zane right, I don't want to do all this moving alone." "He's meeting us at the U-haul center..." William said. They arrive to see Zane sitting on the trunk of his Phaedra Talladega- smoking. He looks as if he'd been waiting for hours. He doesn't even let them get out. "Will, where the fuck have you been, what happened to one o'clock?!" Zane demanded. "Check your text messages." William said. "Oh... well next time call me." Zane said. "Check your voice-mail." William said. "Don't fuck with me," he said calling his voice mail; "It's Will, meet us at four. Four o'clock for the U-haul, no longer one- it's four, four PM." "What do you do on your phone all day?" William asked. "He jacks off to porn." Davis laughed. "Whatever, Davis," said Zane. "Okay so where's the truck?" "We gotta get it first," answered William, walking in the office. Once they got the twenty-eight foot Corcheval DropKick, the plan was laid down. "Okay, once we get everything out of my room and the garage, we gotta stop by the shop and pick up the furniture I made." William instructed. "When do we get paid?" Zane asked. "Well, I can treat us at a bar or you can wait till about neveruary for a check." William replied. "What all did you make?" Davis asked. "Coffee table, end tables, dining room set, new bed frame, entertainment center...for now. I had more, but sold it. So I gotta make another couch and love seat." William said. "I got some extra stuff if you need it, like TV stands and shit. I mean, it's all IKEA shit, my grand-dad got before he died." Zane said. "Cool. " William said. "So, now what?" Davis asked. "Well, we unload the truck and I guess we'll just sort it out from there." William explained. "Why don't we just unload and take it back?" Zane asked. "That could work." William replied. After doing as planned, they got a six pack of beer and some Mighty Burger. William awoke to see he had crashed with his friends and went down the hall to lie in his bed. Stepping from his clothes, he lay in thought, till he fell asleep. There were a set of eye's watching him from the closet. Once settled in his new apartment in a week's time, William decided to throw a party this Saturday night. He went in his closet and sat out a pair of denim cargo jeans with a relaxed fit, a Xombi wear t-shirt and a pair of Converse All stars and shut the door on his way to the shower. Returning from the shower, those eye's were intrigued. They did not know what to make of his sharp, nicely tuned abs and slightly perked nipples, for although the room is warm, it's very chilling, seeing as the shower had reached a temperature above what was naturally occurred. Those eyes, those eye's saw him snatch his towel, starting with his chest, he worked his way around. What they caught, that was most intriguing was his crotch, his seemingly large penis. The eyes were widened and bewildered as it got closer. Closer and closer... close enough to shut the closet door. A few hours later, William returns to his room with a girl from his college, those eyes watch as they've never seen her before. They watch as they try and grasp the concept of what they are trying to do; much too slow and organized to be fighting. They are pushing their lips together and holding each other. Which feels fairly familiar, they strip away each others clothes. William buries his face in her neck like a vampire bat and in her bosom. Whatever he's doing- she likes it, they thought. Or maybe she doesn't, seeing as she just pushed him off and on his back. Trying to catch what she's doing as her face is all in his crotch is completely foreign and there is no telling if those are screams of terror or joy, as she- by a glimpse, appears to be trying to eat his penis. Before any clarity on the subject can be, they've already switched places and he is in her crotch, presumably trying to eat hers in retaliation. No, he still has his penis, as it dangles between his legs, slightly bigger than when it was last time. She must be happy, they eyes thought; her legs are nearly wrapped around him and she's actually pushing his head down. They think of what to do to relieve the arousal, but nothing comes to mind. They watch on. Seeing something very familiar, his penis is being placed in her as she sits on it. But, the eye's though, much different than their known mating style and much longer. Will at the moment has her the style of the deer or dragonfly as the only comparisons come to mind. She screams and moans and her arms and legs buckle- yet, he doesn't stop. The mouth of the eyes, drools. Then a query; why does she want go somewhere, when she's obviously enjoying herself? She screams of coming. Where could she be coming to, while she's already here and more or less some sort of stationary. Now he wants to go somewhere too? He sits up over her, and neither must be in too much of a hurry as they lay there foe quite sometime before getting dressed and leaving the room. The eyes return to the closet to mull over what they saw. In The Closet Ch. 02 "Drew? Drew, are you still there?" said Kyla through her closet door. "Yeah," I said, trying to hide my exhaustion, while sitting in Kyla's bedroom closet, naked. "Sorry I left the door open, I really thought I'd closed it! Look, I really want to continue where we left off, but I'm having some trouble with my Mom's computer, and everything is getting a bit messed up. We were supposed to have the place to ourselves, but Belle hasn't left for her party yet, and my Dad hasn't left to go bowling either, and to make it worse, my Mom has changed plans, she's having her friends over here tonight. Looks like we won't be alone after all, but if you're still up for it, and if we're really quiet, we can continue later?" she said hopefully. "Absolutely honey," I replied. "Great, I'll close the door, but be quiet, people are all over the halls here!" she said and left, letting the door audibly close. So there I was, trying to salvage the night. What started out with a romantic evening with Kyla had turned into a mess. Her family hadn't left the house as early as she thought, and when her Dad knocked on the door, I was stuck hiding in the closet, naked and waiting for Kyla to return to finish what we started. Things got worse when Kyla's sister Belle snuck in to sneak her sister's dildo, and when Kyla came back to tell me what was up, Belle jumped into the closet with me to hide. It didn't take long for her to take advantage of my predicament, and me by blowing me and riding my cock until she came twice. I was caught between trying to figure out how I was going to explain this to Kyla or how I was going to keep this from her. I could instantly see the bad results that would ensue from either choice. Let's face it. I was fucked. No pun intended. Well there was no point dwelling on it so I peered through the keyhole on the closet door to see that no one was around, so I took a chance and stepped out. In the clear, I crept over to the bed and reached for my clothes hidden under the bed. My hand closed over the bare carpet. 'Oh crap,' I thought. I couldn't find my clothes anywhere. They weren't under the bed. I heard someone out in the hall so I jumped back into the closet in case it was someone other that Kyla or Belle. The sound faded down the stairs, then I heard some voices and the front door shut. I breathed a sigh of relief that at least there was one less person in the house. As I stood silently in the closet, I became aware that I had to take a piss. I swore under my breath. This could not have happened at a worse time. I waited for the feeling to go away. It didn't, the feeling got worse. The more I waited the stronger I had to go. Relenting to the call of nature I stealthily crept out of the closet and listened to the silence outside Kyla's door. I couldn't hear anything, so I opened her door and peaked down the hall. I saw no one, and the bathroom merely feet away was open and the lights were out. Things looked good. The house was full of silence. I quietly slid my foot out into the hall rather than stepping, trying to distribute my weight more easily to keep the wood floor from creaking. So far so good, the house was new and rarely creaked, and my precaution was aiding my success. I snuck into the bathroom and closed the door. I relieved myself and tried to quietly wash my hands. I turned on the tap to rinse, using the smallest stream of water as possible to avoid any noise. With my hands clean I suddenly looked down at my cock. I didn't want to get it on with Kyla with Belle's dried juices on my dick. I leaned over to the sink closer and squirted a generous amount of soap into both hands. I lathered up my cock and balls, trying to get the thing as clean as I could. I didn't want any traces left. The trouble was that the soapy lather was stirring up my rod. It started to grow, and in no time was fully erect. When I was squeaky clean I had to lift my foot up onto the counter to get my dick closer to the water to rinse. Suddenly the door opened and Kyla's Mom stepped in. We both froze. She stood there staring at me holding the freshly cleaned towels she was obviously planning to put in the bathroom while I was standing there with one foot up on the counter, spreading my legs apart and showing off my huge soapy hard on. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move. I just stayed there running all the trouble I had coming through my head. As she stood there her eyes traveled down my cut chest and abs and rested them on my cock that pulsed in fear. Kyla's Mom stepped into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her. She turned to face me and crossed her arms. Here it comes, I thought. "Okay whose are you, Kyla's or Belle's?" she asked. "Kyla's," I said as I stepped off the counter and sat on the toilet seat. "And what exactly were you doing here?" she asked. "Kyla and I wanted to... get more intimate," I said. "So you were planning to fuck my daughter is that it," she said. Her language shocked me. I had never heard her talk this way before. I tried to tell her that we had never done it before, and that we were just exploring each other, and that no harm had been done. "I don't want my daughter getting into any trouble young man. I don't want her making any of the mistakes I did. She's been doing so well so far and I'm not going to let some kid like you messing that up, got it" "Yes Mam, I'll get out of here right now," I said, feeling like crap. This night, I could not win. "Oh no you don't, you just sit right there while I talk to Kyla, I'm not done with you yet," she scolded, and then she left the room. I could hear Kyla's Mom's angry footsteps out in the hall and the ensuing raised voices between Kyla and her. This night was getting worse and worse. I heard the argument grow and then I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and the slam of the front door. The bathroom door opened again, and it was Kyla's Mom again. She waltzed in and closed the door behind her. Again she leaned against the counter with her arms folded in an authoritative way. She had short blond hair that seemed to accent her strong square jaw. Her crossed arms brought her, still firm at 40, breasts together, letting them peak out of the scant cleavage shown by her light sundress. "Now what are we going to do with you?" she said. "I'm sorry Mrs. Brown," I started to say, but she cut me off and ordered me to stand up. I stood expecting her to order me to leave; instead she looked down to my softening cock. "You forgot to rinse," she said and to my utter shock, reached down and gripped my shaft. She pulled my by the rod to the sink and turned on the hot water. She stroked my cock up and down, and cradled my balls to make sure they were good and clean. He hands were so soft and slippery that my cock returned to its full mast again. "Uh, Mrs. Brown? What are you doing?" I asked, not believing what was happening. 'What is with the women in this family,' I thought. "You forgot to rinse, its bad for the skin to let the soap dry up," she said teasingly. "I mean why are you doing this?" I asked, choking on my words as her hands pulled my cock to the hot water, rinsing it. She continued to stroke and pull on my dick and balls. "Hey, I don't want to see my daughter get into any trouble, but I'm a fully grown woman, so I can get into all the trouble I want. Besides, a wonderful hard cock like this is such a terrible thing to waste!" was her reply. "But what about your husband!" I blurted, hoping that this would make her stop. "He's gone bowling, and I like bowling as much as he does, just a different kind," she whispered as her eyes widened at the thick veins that pulsed along my cock. She twirled my meat around in her hands, inspecting it all over. I suspected it had been a long time since she had seen a dick other than her husband's and wanted to examine mine closely. Mrs. Brown leaned in slowly during her examination of me, bringing her head closer and closer to the head of my cock. She squeezed the shaft tightly, causing the head to offer a drop of semen. She brought her head up to the head of my meat and licked her lips as she stared at the red, beating head, and the drop that slowly hung off it. I stood there, dumbfounded, waiting to see what she would do next. She looked back into my eyes and smiled at me watching her. Without warning, her tongue shot out like a snake's and slurped up the drop before it fell to the floor. The feeling of Mrs. Brown's soft tongue swiping across the head of my dick was electric, causing me to moan, and her to smile more. "Okay stud, get down on the floor," she commanded. I lay back down on the floor and she climbed up onto me. She surprised me by swinging around backwards, so that I was faced with the sight of her thong-covered pussy. "Start eating," she ordered. I was beyond resisting at this point and pushed her thong out of the way and began caressing her tender parts with my tongue. I started by licking long swipes down her pussy, to get her wet, and once she was, I began to kiss and lick at her, avoiding her pussy. I teased her for a while, enjoying the moans and groans I was managing to elicit from her. "Damn! Kids today really know how to lick pussy! When I was a teenager it was hard to find someone who'd even do it!" she moaned. I felt her descend her lips to my dick head and sink their way down my cock. She rose back up again and attacked me with her tongue. She feathered her tongue down the length of me in super fast swipes. I had never felt anything like it. She really knew some tricks that put Kyla and Belle to shame. I wasn't going to last long at this rate. Mrs. Brown's efforts were spurring me on, and I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy. I drove in hard and after many minutes of licking and tonguing, I focused in on her clit. The anticipation had driven Mrs. Brown wild and now that I finally had her clit in my lips, she grunted in orgasm. "Oh god, yeah! Keep doing that. Oh! Yeah. More! Harder!" she ranted. Her legs crushed my head as she writhed over me. Her moans and groans were vibrating all over my cock in her mouth. I could feel her saliva dripping down to my balls as she rose up to make room for her hand to stroke up and down the shaft, while she sucked harder and harder on the rest of my huge cock. I couldn't believe what was going on. It started out as a little playful plan to make out in my girlfriend's room, and here I was having sex with everyone but my girlfriend! I grabbed Mrs. Brown's hips in a bear hug and really went to town on her pussy and clit. I let my tongue slide circles around and around her clit and then locked my lips on her purple bud and crushed it. Her body exploded again in another huge orgasm. I thought I was going to choke with my head crushed between her thighs. Wanting more, she thrust her pussy into my face hard. I felt her juices pour over my face, which I licked up as best as I could. "Do it kid! Yeah! Hell yeah! Ahhhh!! God yes!!!!!!!" she moaned. She silenced her moans with my cock. She launched the thing all the way into her throat and sucked it down as hard as she could, then slowly started to pull back. The suction was so hard that I thought she was going to pull my cock off. When she eased enough out, she returned her hand to my shaft and beat the thing at a furious pace. The contrast of her slow moving mouth and blindingly fast hand had me getting close to popping. "Oh god! I'm gonna blow!" I groaned. "Get up," she ordered. I stood, and she stayed at my feet pulling on my cock, and letting the head slide over her tongue. I growled as I felt my nuts tighten and my load boil. She quickened her pace, as she eagerly waited for my teenage sperm. The lustful look on her smiling face as she pulled her bare tits out of the top of her sundress put me over the edge and my come blasted out of my cock and into her mouth. She caught a few blasts in her mouth then aimed my spurting meat at her bare breasts. She kept pulling on my rod hard, trying to get as much of my jism on her tits. She often swiped at the sensitive head as if doing so would increase the size of the load. Spent, I dropped to my knees and watched Mrs. Brown rub my come into her hot breasts. When her tits were covered and glistening she stood and smiled at me. "Now wasn't that fun? God it's been too long since I've done anything like that! I love Larry, but I find his tastes a little too pedestrian for my liking. I oughta get some of you teenagers more often," she teased. I gulped at the thought. I couldn't reply. I was starting to realize what I had just done. I had come on Kyla's Mom's tits! This was getting worse! First Kyla's sister, then her Mom! 'What the hell am I going to do now!' I thought. "I sent Kyla on an errand, so your chance of getting it on with my daughter is over stud. Better get out the way you came, by the window I presume? You ever sneak into this house again and I'll be forced to fuck you next time, got it?" she ordered. I nodded and pulled myself to my feet and left the bathroom. I returned to Kyla's room and searched a little harder for my clothes. Maybe Kyla had moved them? They were nowhere to be found. I searched everywhere. I couldn't go home without them, and I didn't want to be stuck in a house full of lusty women wanting to take advantage of me, except Kyla of course. The door suddenly opened. I spun around to see Belle. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and a mid thigh skirt that bounced with her walk, threatening to reveal her tender gifts beneath. 'Oh shit, what now,' I thought. "Hey there lover boy, looking for something?" she smirked. "YOU hid my clothes!" I said angrily. "Yep!" she smiled and sat down on the bed, smiling at my cock. "Enough of the bullshit Belle, where's my stuff?" I ordered. "First things first Drew. You want something, I want something," she giggled. "Not again Belle, I didn't mean to do that, I don't want to cheat on Kyla again, now give me my clothes!" "Not until you do as I say. If you don't I'll just go downstairs and tell Mom that Kyla has a hot stud hidden in her closet waiting to fuck her goody two shoes brains out. How does that sound," she laughed. 'How bad is this night going to get?' I thought. I didn't want to tell her that her mother was rubbing her tits covered in my come right now. Like mother like daughter I guess. "What do you want?" I relented. "Nothing too difficult. I'm going out to a little party with a couple of friends and I want you to be the entertainment," she said. I started to protest but she cut me off. "Don't worry, I just want you to put on a little dance for the girls, nothing more, then I'll give you your clothes, sound okay?" she said. "No! I can't parade in front of your friends, everyone will know!" "Not if you wear this," she said as she tossed a large black handkerchief to me, there were two eyes holes cut out. "Cover your head in that." "You want me to be a masked dancer?" I said looking back at Belle who was smiling at me with a finger tapping her teeth, while her eyes caressed my cock. "Just dancing and nothing more," I stated emphatically. "Just dancing," she agreed as her eyes rose to meet mine. Something told me I couldn't trust her. There was only one place this night was going, and it was going to be bad. So it was now close to 9 o'clock and there I was climbing out of the window, being careful not to scratch my naked body on the roof. I climbed down the drainpipe and hid behind the bushes. I staid there, waiting for Belle to get to the car and signal that the coast was clear, but as the seconds passed by I suspected that she was deliberately making me wait. I sat there shivering in the cold night. Suddenly I saw Bell bounce across the driveway and open the car door. She turned to my direction, squinted her eyes and motioned me over. "Psst! Come on!" she whispered. I bolted across the lawn and leapt into the car. Sitting in the passengers side, Belle calmly sat next to me and started the car. "Turn on the heat it's cold outside!" I said. "You could always snuggle close to me to warm up," teased Belle as she tapped my cock. "Don't start," I warned, slapping her hand away. Belle just laughed at me. I sat down low to avoid prying eyes as we passed through the suburban streets. After a few minutes of driving Belle turned the car into a driveway and came to a stop. "There! I'll go make sure the coast is clear okay?" said Belle in a joyful tone. "Just hurry up, I want to get this over with," I told her. "Wine, wine, wine," she said as she left the car and disappeared. When she came back she opened my door. "Show time stud. Put your mask on, or not if you want. It really makes no difference to me," she laughed. "I'm going to get you back for this," I warned her. "I sure hope you do, you make that sound so sexy!" she said and bounced off to the house. Crap, I thought. I took a deep breath and wrapped the handkerchief around my head like a Zorro mask. I was cold and I felt stupid with this thing on. But I decided to get it over with, so that I could end this night as quickly as possible. I got out of the car and ran to the house quickly so that I was not seen. As soon as I barged in the door, loud music erupted through the house. Belle jumped out at me and pushed me into the living room. I was then faced with the sight of five very sexy girls that looked to be around Belle's age. None of them were as dressed as sexily as Belle, but they could not hide their attributes in their t-shirts and jeans. The girls cheered as they saw me enter the room, covering my naked dick with both hands. Belle hip checked me to get me moving and I obliged. I started off slowly and built myself up to a rhythm that matched the past pace music. I moved my way through the room and snatched a pillow to cover my cock, so that I could free up my arms. The women booed at my modesty. The women bounced and ground to the beat as they drank their margaritas. As I made my way around the room, dancing for each girl, they took turns running their hands over my legs, and inside my thighs. I pulled away from that kind of contact, not wanting to let things deteriorate. I felt a slap on my ass from some girl I did not recognize. She smiled at me and winked as she moved to the music. The next girl grabbed hold of my pillow and teasingly threatened to pull it away, but luckily I was able to keep on my rounds without incident. The next song that came up was a slower song, so I eased up on my pace. I continued dancing, trying to be as interesting as I could. Belle slapped my ass this time as I gyrated past her. I spun to give her a nasty look, but the girl next to her slapped the pillow from my hands, and my cock bounced into view. There was a roar of approval from the girls that drowned out the music. I gave Belle another dirty look but she mouthed 'make it good' to me as a warning. Relenting, I began to dance naked for them. They hooted and hollered at me. The drinks flowed and so did their inhibitions. I began regretting asking how many songs Belle expected me to be doing this for. Having done two songs I decided to go for two more and call it quits. I kept on at it for a while being groped and slapped by the six girls in the room, and as I neared the end of the fourth song one of the girls yelled, "I don't think he's having any fun!" "I think you're right Cathy," said Belle with a smirk. "Yeah, he isn't even hard!" said another. "Yeah! Come one stud, make it good!" laughed Belle. Shit, I thought. Here it goes, time for the bad. "Maybe this will help," said Cathy, sticking her chest out at me so that her tight t-shirt stretched across her tits. He nipples tried to tear a hole through her shirt. It looked so very sexy and to my disappointment, I felt my cock twitch, and I saw her notice. In The Closet Ch. 02 Those eyes, those violet eyes belong to a woman of sorts. She watched from the closet and every night she tried to catch him natural, yet unlike her, he slept with clothes on. She made it as far as the edge of the bed three nights in a row before getting skittish and backing back to the closet. It had been a few day's since the party, that lady he had been with, had came over again a few days prior. She's watched him waste his fertilizer quite a few times to images on his view portal. Every night she made herself get closer and closer, forcing herself to the bed, on the bed. It happened one night he didn't feel like spreading fertilizer all over himself. She allowed her curiosity to take control, finding herself on the bed, straddling with hands and knees over his legs. Looking him over, she caught herself running her small hands across his body. Down the center of his back, over his muscular arms, he rolled on to his back- startled; she lifted off the bed and waited. His snoring resumed, as did she, running her hands across his chest and abs. She reached his inner thigh and something started poking out of his boxers. The more she rubbed, the more it came out to the point it was staring her in the face. So she sniffed it and looked it over, it was most certainly bigger than she was accustomed. She rubbed it like the rest of his body, every so often, it'd jerk. She rubbed it more, it'd jerk again, rub, rub, rub, jerk and this time started to leak. She was enjoying herself and rubbed it a tad to much. She had both hands wrapped around it and was enjoying herself. The next thing she knows is her face has been sprayed as she pushes it away, wetting his chest. She sits there with one eye winced and darts to the closet. She watches and licks her lips. His sweet, sweet nectar was all over her face. The next night she got a little braver. Once William was asleep, she snuck out from the closet and once again ran her fingertips from his chest to his inner thighs. She eyeballed his cock real good, as she grabbed it in both hands and slowly massaged. It had throbbed and flexed in her hands. She had gotten a little carried away, speeding up. He moaned and moaned, just as he started to wake up, she was steadying her mouth over the tip; she caught his eyes as he spurted his load. She quickly vanished and missed out his spunk. Determined, not giving up, she returned over the next few nights for her midnight snack. It was as if it was a game for the playful sprite. One night William didn't come home when she expected. She walked around his whole apartment to no avail. "Dude, that test today kicked my ass," William stated. "Yeah well, the beer will help ease the pain, guy!" Zane took a swig. "At least it's over!" William shouted. "Yes sir, not soon enough for this Friday either," Davis agreed. "What are you doing tonight, Will?" Zane asked. "Goin to bed after this, my cousin Ramona, from far away is coming in town Saturday," William sighed. "So no hanging out, dude...lame," Davis slammed his mug. "Wait... is she hot?" "I guess if you like neo-goth chicks..." William said. William slung his backpack on the couch as he entered his apartment. He thought to himself it was probably best he never tell anyone about those wet dreams he's been having especially his friends. Another thought was that there was no reason to sit here with no television to watch. With a sigh, he slumped to his bedroom taking another glance at his sparsely furnished home. The closet door was wide open as he thought to himself, "Fucking door..." not bothering to close it, he turned on his radio, sat his phone to charge, noticing it is almost three thirty in the morning and laid there. He knew he'd need to meet his cousin sometime in the morning but he couldn't bring himself to sleep. He lay motionless for a moment before actually taking his clothes off, as he lay, he rested his eyes. Almost actually dozing off, he felt something lightly touch him near his crotch. He swatted and scratched till it returned moments later. Soon he was relaxed; he opened his eyes to see a mysterious woman- licking his cock. This petite woman with porcelain skin, frost blue lips nibbles on him. He thought it was a dream; she had wings standing straight up from her back. Something the likes a fly or some type of wasp. She looked up at him with violet eyes. Her silky black hair was in braids that were braided in to one larger braid off to her side. She looked at him as he looked at her, frozen at the sight of his consciousness. He sat up slightly for a closer look and she backed away. "Wait, is this a dream?" William whispered. She looked at him, head cocked. "Is it? I mean, are you real?" "Yes, I am real," she glared. "And you speak english..." William thought aloud. "We taught you humans how to speak and write, millenia ago." She said. "You're not human, what are you?" William asked. "A faery, am I not a pretty one at that?" She buzzed her wings for a floating spin. "Those aren't faery wings, but you are very pretty," he stared. "These are so faery wings, I'm a scout. I don't need big beautiful butterfly wings, she glared once more. "Tell me your name." "My name is William, but everybody calls me Will. You can sit with me if you want, I'm not going to hurt some chick who gives me head. Have you been doing that?"He wondered. "Yes, it's great and I was curious to what it was like," she sat down. "My name is Marlo." "You don't have oral sex in faeryland?" He asked. "Mating is only for procreation and it last long enough to get the sperm to the egg," Marlo answered. "So...you've never had a guy go down on you before?" He asked. "I don't understand," Marlo said. "Here, let me show you," he scooted and sat on his knees in front of her, lifting her dress up. "No underwear?" "No need for it, what are you doing to me, stop!" She was trying to get away. He had a firm grip on her legs and kissed her inner thigh down to her labia. Slowly working his tongue in, he knew he had her when she stopped struggling to get away. There was no more fear- only joy. Her legs tensed, relaxed, stretched, her toes curled. Throwing her arms across the bed, she discharged and shattered his bedside lamp. "Oops, sorry about that," she panted. "Wow. That good huh?" He looked up. She forced his head back down, "Again!" William, went back down and Marlo locked her legs around his neck, his tongue lapping away at her clit. She wouldn't let go, he rose up on his knees and tried to pull his head out. He sat up, dragging her with him- she only tightened, forcing his face deeper. She was fairly light. He heard the buzzing of her wings as she got lighter, moments later, she lifted and forced him backward with a gust of wind. Pushed him over on his back, where she sat on his face with legs still locked. He wanted to roll her over, yet figured her wings would've probably broken very easily. She had to have came multiple times, her creamy white juices flowed. "What else is there?" Marlo released him. "Well...I've always wanted to try something..." William hesitated. "Do it, whatever it is. Just do it, this is exciting," Marlo grinned. So, he flipped her over on her stomach, "Do not trap me in those thighs again, please." As she laid there, he stared at her plump looking butt for a minute before taking a breath and diving head first. Lightly running his tongue across the surface of her tight little hole, she clenched up he didn't stop. At first it tickled her, eventually her giggles slowly turned to moans as he started to push further. Then he stopped. "What happened?" Marlo asked. "I'm sorry, can you take off this dress?" He asked. "Sure, is it better that way?" Marlo sat up. "Yes, much better, you'll see," he smiled. She stood on the bed and released the buttons on the side of her dress and slowly eased it off. As she stood her stomach was eye level as he sat cross-legged, once it was to her feet he noticed how toned she actually was. Her small breast, just as perky. He kissed her stomach and traced the line of her abs with his lips. He turned her around, spreading her cheeks open, finished the job. Her face pressed against the wall as he licked away. His tongue deeper again, her juices ran down her legs and dripped on his pillows. Her skin, smooth as silk, her wings even softer, he ran his hands up and down her back before pulling her down. They looked eye to eye as he ran his lips across her stomach to her breast. She moaned slightly as his tongue traced each areola, before squeezing each nipple with his lips. He saw pleasure in her eyes, scooting up just a tad more- he kissed her. She must have known what that was because she had given him tongue and sucked his lower lip. He carried the kisses to her neck. From her neck, he kissed her to the cleavage and gently tugged and sucked on her nipples. "This...is...human...sex?" Marlo moaned. "The passionate kind," he replied, nipple in teeth. He continued to suck and slipped a finger in her vagina, slowly rubbing. Her head tilted back as he worked up a slow orgasm. "So, you've sucked it. Do you want it in you?" William asked. "It's a lot bigger than what the males have, I don't know," She stated. "Marlo, we've went this far. You can start on top and work it in." He said. "Okay, lay down," she said sitting up. She straddled over him and ever so cautiously sat on it. Such a tight fit, so wet, he nearly slipped right in. She forced herself to take him and nearly bottomed out. She moaned and gasped, breathing hard, sitting all the way down. She was so small, William thought he might just cum from the process of insertion. She sat for a moment to relax. He sat up to hold her and she ended up sliding up and down a few times to reposition her legs. Her eyes wide from how it felt. "You're warm. Your skin..." she started as she rested her head in the nook of his neck. "I told you, no clothes were best. Take it slow okay?" He replied. She reached under his arms and held his shoulders, slowly easing up and down. Little by little going further and further, fighting the pain. His breathing shallowed. She lifted herself just about all the way up and her hands slipped on his sweaty shoulders and she came crashing down with a sound much like a gut punch. He placed a hand across her back and the other under her butt and slowly lifted her up and down. He was so big he rubbed her clit back and forth. Her breathing shallowed, she held him tight, clenching her teeth. She locked her legs again and whispered for faster. "The pain feels so good. I'm surprised you can last this long," Marlo said. "It's only been like ten minutes," he replied grabbing both cheeks and spreading them as he held tight. With his thumbs over her thighs, he sped up some. Her head went back as she climaxed quickly. She screamed and moaned and gushed. He stood up and pinned her against the closet door, though not any faster, he was hitting her harder. She dug her nails in his back as he scraped her against the door. She winced as one of her wings caught a nail on the door. He felt her breast smashed against his chest and he was ready to go. Pulling back and laying her on the bed, getting one more orgasm out of her, holding back as long as he could, he pulled out her gaping hole as she exploded with all her backed up cream. She took his cock in both hands and furiously jerked him off as he too exploded on her face and in her mouth. They laid together on the bed. "That was great. Our guys have a lot to learn. I'm so exhausted," Marlo said. "Yeah, me too," William panted. "I'm going to how you say 'crash' here. I don't think I can make it home," She moaned. The next day William was rushing out of the house, to his car and down the road. "You're late, Will!" Ramona yelled as he met her in the hostels parking lot. "Sorry about that. I had one helluva night. You wouldn't believe," William said. "I don't want to even know. I'm hungry, you're buying lunch," Ramona replied. "Okay, I know this nice place, c'mon," William said. "I'll follow you on my bike, I learned from last time. I got my Stratoglide," Ramona said. "So, you staying at the hostel?" William asked. "Just for last night. I'm crashing at your place, that's free," Ramona, kick started her Sratoglide eight fifty. A long day with her and his buds, hitting clubs and running around town, Ramona was laid out on the floor with some guy with a couch cushion pallet. He slumped to his bedroom to see the closet door standing wide open. A grin crept across his face. With a snap of her finger, the bedroom door shut. In The Closet Ch. 02 "Hey, it worked!" she laughed. The girls howled with laugher again. Now, as I danced my way around the room, I was confronted by six girls teasing me with their firm breasts and long legs. Their hands became more adventurous, by sliding up my inner thighs, teasing my balls as they blew air on my cock. That was starting to affect me big time. They started to get into a rhythm of blowing kisses and air on my cock as I passed by, making me feel like at any second they were going to kiss the head of my cock. My dick was engorged in no time, and it was pulsing to the beat of the music. Happy with the rise they got out of me, the girls cheered me on. When I turned around I saw two of the girls removing their pants frantically. They looked hungry, and were looking at me. "Okay I think this is where it's time for me to go," I said. "Oh no you don't," said Cathy as she reached for my cock from behind me, "you aren't taking this anywhere!" "It's against the rules. I'm not allowed to have sex with clients," I lied, pretending to be a professional stripper. "Then don't," said the girl who jumped out of her pants. "Just finish what you started and eat us out!" The girls roared with approval. I looked at Belle and she smiled back at me. I didn't think I was going to get out of this any easier, so I said "okay." "Get on the floor," said Cathy. I lay down on the ground and the first girl to drop her pants lowered herself onto my face. I caressed her lips with mine, and worked my way to her clit. I kissed her, making her groan and gasp in pleasure. I tried my best to get her off fast, so that I could get on to the next one. Suddenly I felt a pair of lips touch my cock. I tried to jump up, but by now they were holding me down. I couldn't see who it was who was deep throating me. I had assumed it was Belle, but I heard her voice cheer whoever it was who was gulping my meat. My vision was lost between the thighs of a girl I didn't know. I felt her friends on my arms and legs, making sure that I wouldn't get away. I felt the strange sensation around my limbs, and before I knew what was going on, the girls had tied their pants around my wrists and ankles. I was now tied to the heavy furniture. The girls yowled again. With my tongue pounding deep into the girl's pussy, she shuddered and came on my face. When she rose, I saw Belle and gave her an angry look, but she returned mine with shocked and mouthed 'I'm so sorry!' For once she looked genuine. The girl on my face left and was replaced by another. She kneeled over me with one knee up, gripping me by the hair, she guided my mouth to her face and kissed me slowly, tasting me. She lowered my mouth down to her breasts, and then to her pussy. She was in control and loving it. She controlled where I was going to apply my mouth, and how long I would be doing it. She smeared my mouth around her sex and them mashed my head into her, getting me to thrust my tongue deep between her sexy lips. "Lick me!" she moaned, "yeah, yeah. Oh fuck yeah. Uhhhhh...." The mouth that had bounced up and down my dick suddenly slipped off me and said, "hey this guy hasn't popped yet! What the fuck am I doing wasting it my sucking him off?" I felt her hands and body leave me for a moment and suddenly I felt her pussy drop down onto me. I heard a loud "ahhhhh... Yes!" as she adjusted to having my cock in her. I tried to pull free. Here I was again cheating on Kyla. There had to be a way out of this. "Hey! Pay attention," said the girl clutching my head to her pussy roughly. I grabbed hold of her clit with my tongue and lips and twisted it, trying to pull and draw it out further. "Oh shit, yeah!" she moaned and suddenly broke out in a torrent of unintelligible groans. She had a series of orgasms that fluttered through her stomach and spilled her juices over my chin, but she didn't stop clutching me to her. One by one they rode me, taking advantage of my inability to move. Even Belle gave up trying to convince the girls that they had gone too far, and joined in, whispering "sorry" to me as she slid herself down my cock, and rode me. I suspected that some of them had taken more than one turn on my mouth and cock. I was strained and aching. I had already come three times back at Kyla's place and I didn't know if I had another one in me for this recent escapade. The girls merely enjoyed me more because of my 'staying power' and took advantage of me for god knows how long. "Wow! You know girls, this stud's been really nice to us, I think that we should give him something in exchange," said the dark haired girl who had roughly manhandled me on her pussy. "That's a good idea, how about letting me go!" I said pulling hard on my binds, and only succeeding to pull the furniture a couple of inches. "Sure, but before that, you deserve to get off, since we all have," said the girl. The others cheered and hollered. "No that's really all right, I'd rather be let go," I repeated. They didn't listen. Two of them dropped down and began touching my swollen and reddened dick. They slowly dropped their heads down, and smiled into my eyes as they began licking my rod with their hot red tongues. It was torturous, but I couldn't ignore how good it felt. They kept at it despite my insisting that I wasn't going to pop. This only frustrated them more, and they turned to the others for help. "Come on girls! I think we need help with this one," said the dark haired girl. "If he can go this long, I think we should keep him!" said her friend. I looked angrily at Belle, who tried to avoid my gaze, but then said, "okay, lets get this over with. He probably has other parties to go to, and we'd have to pay more the longer he stays," and then she joined her friends at my cock. There were now four girls trying to get at my fleshy rod. Now I'm well endowed, but not so big that four girls could easily suck me off at the same time, and I had no idea how they managed it. It was amazing to feel four tongues sliding over me. A mouth slipped over my head and slurped away wetly. I felt her mouth pushed away by another, and then another as they took turns tasting the head of my cock. The remaining girl lay at my side whispering to me, telling me that "when you blow there are going to be four hot mouths sucking at your sperm," and asked me "would you like that?" "Yes," I grunted reluctantly. My dick felt like it had fallen into a sea of female mouths. Every part of my flesh was tortured by their lips and tongues. I felt like the blood engorging me was going rip me apart. The girl talking to me about all the things they were going to do to me was driving me crazy. Before I knew it, I felt all the blood rushing down to my groin. The rest of me felt empty, and weightless. "By the way," said the girl at my ears, " since you've fucked and blown me a couple of times I thought I should probably introduce myself." My balls began to swell. They felt like they were weighted down by weights. The lips and tongues became more active on my shining cock. "My name is Kristal," the girl at my ear continued. "I was wondering. You have four hot girls sucking you dick, would you like one more?" "Yes," I growled as I felt the pressure build up in my gut. I felt two mouths fighting over my meaty dickhead. I was leaking precome and they lapped it up quickly. "Would you like Kristal to join her friends and make you cum?" she went on. "Yes." The mouths were urgent, wanton and overcoming. "Are you sure you want Kristal to help them suck you off?" She said in my ear. "Yes!" My dick was whipped and beaten savagely by their active tongues. "You want Kristal to taste your sperm?" she breathed in my ear. "YES!" I groaned as I felt the wave of pleasure charge up my dick, and with it a huge blast of cum. Kristal leaped off me and joined her friends at my spasming, spurting meat. I growled loudly as I felt wave after wave of pleasure crush me to the floor by the intense orgasm I was having. The hungry mouths of the girls only prolonged and increased my pleasure. It lasted for several excruciating minutes as the girls took me over the edge and held me there. I kept spasming over and over again even after I had finished shooting cum into their mouths. Half an hour of recovery later, I was sitting in the passenger's seat of Belle's car waiting for her to say goodbye to her friends. She told them that she had to drive me someplace and that she would be back. "Give me my clothes!" I said angrily as she sat down in the car. "Right away," she said and started the car. "Wait a minute! Give me my clothes!" "I left them in my bedroom, I have to take you back to my place first." "What!" I yelled. "I didn't think you'd go along with this idea if you thought I had your clothes with me, and don't get so angry at me. I'm sorry this got out of hand, but you can't tell me you didn't enjoy it. That's going to be one of those stories you'll remember for the rest of your life." I stayed silent for the rest of the ride, fuming. I was angry not just because I had again cheated on Kyla, but because her sister was right. I did enjoy it, as much as I didn't want to. Despite what I was thinking, by gonads had taken over and enjoyed every minute of it. Belle pulled into the driveway of her house and stopped, waiting for me to get out. "I put your clothes on my bed. They're waiting for you," she said. "No way, you go get them," I said. "I have to get back to the party Drew, just sneak into Kyla's window again and get them from my room. You'll be in and out before you know it." "What if your parents are about?" I yelled. "My dad's probably not going to be back until very late. It's his only night of the week to get really plastered with the guys. Mom's got to be drunk by now with her friends downstairs. They won't be a problem, now get out! I have to go." "Shit Belle!" "Go!" I jumped out and hid in the bushes watching Belle drive away. I was back at it again. I was still naked, cold and tired. I wondered if I would ever be able to get dressed again.