****** Angels in Dark Places by darkness ******
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Angels in Dark Places


---This is the first in what may become a series of stories which revolve
around the intimate lives of the people in a small mid-western town similar to
the one in which I grew up. This story is quite involved and talks about many
things other than sex, but it does have some good fucking in it.---

"On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red
roses?" he panted as he put his hand around behind her head and gently pulled
her beautiful red hair back to tilt her head and expose her white throat. He
buried his face into the nape of her neck and kissed her with all the passion
that a seventeen-year-old virgin boy can muster.

She giggled softly for a moment and then, imitating the urgent hoarse whisper
of the girl in the new Meatloaf hit, she offered her throat to the young wolf,
"YES!"

"I bet you say that to all the boys!" he laughed and pushed her back onto the
couch in the dimly lit basement of his parents' little brick house on Maple
Street. In the summer of 1977, thousands of young boys played the same game
with their teen sweethearts, creating their own heat in the summer swelter. She
let herself be pushed back onto the couch, and her angelic face was surrounded
by the red hair she wore feathered back (just like Stevie Nicks did) and
braided with a feathered roach clip. She inhaled deeply of the air filled with
the smell of burning incense and the musk of her young man.

"Oh god, Danny. I'm not kidding," she whispered. "I want you to make love to me
tonight."

He sat up. He looked into her green eyes and knew that she was serious. He
wanted to say all the right things, but instead said nothing, just reached out
and slowly trailed his finger along her jaw line from her ear to her neck. She
curled her neck toward the finger and purred softly. Trembling, he let the hand
slide down between her breasts to the knot of her blue and white gingham halter
top.

He feared for a moment that she was going to stop him, as she brought her hand
up and laid it on top of his. Then, she guided his hand and helped him untie
the knot. The gingham fell back to expose two milky white lemon-sized breasts.
She placed her hand on his cheek, and then stroked his long brown hair with her
other. Slowly, she steered his mouth onto the breasts. He began to kiss them
tenderly, and then, all hell broke loose.

She had never been kissed there, and as his lips and tongue began to swirl
around her nipples, she lost control. Her back arched up so powerfully that it
almost knocked him off of the couch.

"Unnh!" she moaned. "Unnh! Suck 'em hard Danny! UNNNH!"

She gyrated her hips beneath him, grinding into his groin. Her delicate hands
flew down to his ass, and she began to force his denim cut-off-covered pelvis
into her denim cut-off-covered pelvis.

Danny was stunned for a moment, but not for a very long one. He had played this
out in fantasy a thousand times.

"God, Stephanie! I want you so bad! Let me do it, now!"

He kissed his way down her stomach, and she arched her back up and began
pulling wildly at her shorts. Her crotch was right in his face, now, and the
smell of her body was driving him wild. A little roughly, he pulled them off of
her and hooked his right arm under her left knee and pulled it so that her
midsection dropped back onto the couch. She reached up and began pulling at his
fly so frantically that she probably actually slowed down his efforts to
extricate himself from his shorts. Soon enough, though, his shorts were gone
and tossed somewhere across the dimly-lit basement.

He looked her in those green, waiting eyes one more time, and then lowered
himself to her. He did not pause at the entrance to her vagina, but drove his
hard penis firmly into the hottest place it had ever known. A little ways in,
he encountered her hymen. "Do it!" she commanded him.

He drove past it and felt her long nails dig deeply into his back through the
tanktop he had never managed to get off in their frenzy. She felt a moment of
hot pain shoot through her body, but the absolute rush that was coursing
through her body pushed it all away. Then, there was a fairly lucid instant
when she realized that she was going to be one of those people hooked on sex
for her whole life, but that was soon also swept away by the sound of someone's
voice filling the air with waves of foul language and sexual commands. It was
her own voice.

"Oh shit, Danny, fuck me hard! Drive it in! Fuck me!... UNNH!... Oh shit! Oh
shit!... Oh god!... I never knew! I never knew! Fuck me forever!"

Then, as she grabbed Danny's tank top and stretched it every which way with a
twisting motion, she felt a white hot sensation starting in her vagina and
spreading throughout her body.

"I'm cumming Danny! I'm cumming for you!"

She trembled and relaxed for a moment, but was glad to see that Danny kept
going. Soon, she picked up his rhythm again and began fucking him back.

Danny was dripping with sweat as his ass bobbed up and down with incredible
speed. He was driving as far in as he could go with every thrust and moving as
fast as he could make his hips move. Beneath his pummeling hips, his delicate,
seventeen-year-old virginal love was screaming obscenity and demanding
everything he had.

"SHIT!" his mind shouted, "this is porn movie fucking!"

Suddenly, he began to sense the familiar tightening in his balls. He had become
an expert at holding the cum back when he was serving himself, always believing
it would help him when it was the "real thing." Not a chance.

She knew what was coming when he changed the stroke a little bit. She had gone
on the pill with a little help from her big sister (who had gotten pregnant as
a college freshman). She had never told anyone though, because she knew they
would think she was having sex. Now, she was afraid Danny would stop or pull
out. She grabbed his ass with both hands and held him tight. As he began to
groan with the explosive orgasm, she forced him deep inside of her and
screamed, "All of it! I want all of it!"

Finally he began to slow down his thrusts, and she realized he was done.

"You're not my boyfriend anymore, Danny..." she whipered into his ear as they
collapsed together. Then when he turned toward her with urgent eyes, she
whispered, "You're my god!"

They began to laugh out loud. As they lay there together, catching their
breath, the stillness of the night struck them. Then, a gentle breeze drifted
in through the open window, and the sound of teenage laughter drifted in from
outside. Stephanie realized that she had just put on an audio fuck show for
Danny's whole block.

"Oh shit," she whispered. "Oh shit! Danny," tears welled up in her eyes, "Now
I'm gonna be known as the biggest slut in town!"

She put her head into his shoulder and began to cry with no restraint.

Danny put his arm around her and tried to protect her, but what could he do or
say? She was right, there was no stopping them from telling everyone what
they'd heard. Arguing with them or denying it would make it worse. For ten
minutes they sat just as they were. After a few of those minutes, her naked
warmth, proximity and vulnerability had an overwhelming effect on Danny. He had
no way of concealing his returning erection. He hoped Stephanie kept her eyes
closed, because she was facing right at it. Then Stephanie shocked Danny for
the thousandth time that evening.

"Fuck 'em! If that's the way it's gonna be, there's no way around it," she said
resolutely.

She let her hand trail down to his ready member, five minutes of seeing it
through the tears had made up her sex-crazed mind.

"I might as well live up to the reputation." She squeezed it firmly with her
little hand, "Let's see what else this big old monster can do!"

"Oh shit, Steph," Danny gasped. I love you!"

She didn't answer him, but wrapped her lips around the first penis they had
ever kissed, and set to her work.....

So went many hot summer nights on Maple Street in the summer of 1977. Whenever,
Danny's parents got in the car and pulled away, a crowd of teens gathered at
the streetlight across the way to hear the most legendary slut in the history
of their town being hammered, sucked, bit, fondled and pleasured in every way
she and her boyfriend could imagine.

After most every self-appointed Romeo--young and old-- in town tried and failed
to get to even first base with Steph, it was assumed that this was an
entertaining unmarried couple which would finish their last year of school and
go onto become an entertaining married couple.

So many things that seem a certainty never come to pass.

His final year of high school was an incredible time for Danny. Not only was he
having every imaginable form of sex with a beautiful nymphomaniac girlfriend,
but her penchant for screaming out his name and calling him a god had elevated
his social status to that of a high school sex legend. It had all started with
a Meatloaf song on a hot summer night, and now he felt like he was the lead
character in "Paradise by the Dashboard Lights"--he was "glowing like the metal
on the edge of a knife" and "all the kids at school were wishing they were me
that night!"

Steph was also surprised by how different her experiences in school were. She
was ostracized by her old friends, but another group came to take her under
their wing. They admired her for "being so upfront." She was now the unofficial
leader of a group of hard-partying, sexually active teenage vixens. These girls
were few in number, but it seemed their friendship came with fewer strings
attached than her old friendships had. Steph settled into a new lifestyle, and
while she missed her old popularity, she was basically happy.

Only one thing seemed to come between Danny and Steph. As much as she wanted
him, as incredibly hot as he made her, she could not tell him that she loved
him. She did not know why. She just couldn't say it.

Danny finally dismissed it as a "hang-up." He decided to let it drop one night
as she was giving him an incredible blow-job. Her tongue was traveling up and
down the shaft of his penis in a figure eight. Then she would deep throat it,
then back to the figure eights. Just as he began to cum, he arched his hips
toward her mouth. When his hips went up, she stuck a finger straight up his
asshole. His cheeks tightened in a reflex, and the result was an amazingly
intense burst of semen which she intentionally let spray into her face and
beautiful red hair. She shook her head and laughed in delight as the jism
beaded in her hair ran down her cheeks. "This," Danny thought, "is a girl with
almost no hangups. I think we can let the one she does have go!"

Danny blew what little inheritance he had gotten from his grandfather on an
engagement ring. He had landed a "real" job at a local garage, and was a damn
fine mechanic. On graduation night, as they sat in his red and white Gran
Torino (just like Starsky and Hutch had) he proposed to Steph. As was her
special talent, she shocked him.

"No. I can't, Danny. I don't think I really love you. I think it might be all
about sex or something. I can't get married to you, now. I don't know if I ever
can." After thirty seconds of total silence, Danny thrust his left elbow
through the steamed-up window of the car. He leapt out of the car, and began
screaming inarticulately. He smashed the windshield with a punch. He leapt onto
the hood and kicked it until it completely fell away. He stood there, staring
at the broken glass, his bloodied hand, and the betrayer of his heart who now
sat in the front seat of his car, gazing at him in terror. He flopped onto his
belly on the hood of the car, and reached through the windshield opening. He
grabbed Steph by the front of her blouse, and drew his bloodied right fist
back. He wavered on the thin line between passion and aggression, her tear-
filled green eyes adding to both his desire and fury. Steph had not expected
this. Desire had boiled through her blood since that night in his basement, but
she did not understand the overwhelming power of love. She had never felt its
ability to uplift, console or infuriate. She said nothing, hoping not to
trigger the hammer of a bloody fist which stood poised to smash into her face.
She was pretty sure it would work, she knew how to handle Danny. Then finally,
he wavered.

"You used me, you fucking whore! For almost a year you knew I loved you, but
you just used me to get your rocks off !" He dropped his hand to the hood of
the car. "You are never gonna fucking use me again!"

He slid off of the hood, and came around to her door. He motioned for her to
get out of the car. She looked up at him with soft, pleading green eyes. He
jerked her out of the car by her hair, and tossed her roughly to the ground. He
walked back over to the driver's seat and drove off, leaving her in the woods.
For a heart as tender as Danny's, cursing at her was a radical departure from
his normal behavior. Throwing her to the ground by the hair was unthinkable,
and abandoning her in the woods was beyond all possibility. But he did not go
back. He no longer had a tender heart. Steph had fixed that for him.

Steph wouldn't go anywhere near the little brick house on Maple Street for the
rest of that summer. She tried to even give up men, but her desires were too
all-consuming for that. She became the slut her reputation made her out to be.
Fucking almost every one of either gender who asked. Her parents gladly sent
her away to college hoping that the "out of sight, out of mind" property may
help everyone forget what a slut she was becoming.

Danny became a walking reminder of it, though. He was depressed, usually drunk,
and lost his job at the garage. He was an angry, broken young man. Every tongue
in town clucked as he walked by, and they all talked about how she had "fucked
him up for life."

Then, the worst of all scenarios for Steph came to pass. She was pregnant by
one of the men she had fucked that summer after graduation. He was thirty-five,
a successful salesman, and willing to marry her. She took him up on it, and
they moved into his house, right across Maple Street from Danny's parents. One
year after graduation, Steph and Ted had a baby girl. She had red hair and
green eyes, and was in every way indistinguishable from her mother's baby
pictures. Secretly, Ted was crushed by this. There was no obvious genetic tie
between him and the baby, and he knew rumors would dog them all his days.
Still, what the hell? He was going to spend his nights with the hottest little
nympho he had ever seen or heard of.

Three years later, Danny inherited the house after his parents were killed in a
car crash. He had no where else to go, so he moved back into the little brick
house on Maple Street. He thought about selling it, but he found that he
couldn't. Especially after he heard Steph screaming in ecstasy during one of
her nightly sessions with Ted. It cut into Danny like a knife, but he had grown
to become the kind of man who reveled in misery, especially his own.

Danny got enough freelance auto-repair work to keep himself going. He worked in
the garage and yard of his house on Maple Street. He was a little unreliable,
but he was cheap, and when he did do it, he got it right. He was a bitter,
ominous presence, and his brooding stares frightened Steph. Ted was actually
jealous of the fact that the two could still affect each other so strongly, and
became competitive with Danny. He tried to always fuck Steph harder when the
windows were open, and let her screams drift toward Danny's house. He began
slipping home for "nooners" so that Danny would be in the yard working on cars
when Steph began her show.

She knew what Ted was trying to do, but she couldn't help it. The desire for
the increased passion in his lovemaking was too strong. She was an addict, and
she needed the strongest stuff she could get.

They began to ignore the girl. She wandered in and out of the door and around
the yard. As a toddler, she would stand in the yard and stare at Danny. There
would be a stream of shouting coming out of the house, "Oh yes, Teddy. I love
it hard! Fuck me in the ass, Teddy. Yes! Fuck me in the ass!"

The little girl would not look at the house. She just stared at Danny, working
on the cars. Danny would glance at her, keeping an eye out for her when he
could, but he never let on that he was actually paying attention to the girl
who looked so much like her mother.

She was five in the summer of 1983 when Danny and Steph's lives changed
forever. It was a cloudy day, and Danny had moved his stuff inside. Much to
Ted's chagrin, his nooner with Steph had gone unnoticed by his rival. He did
blow the horn of his Ford Fairmont as he left to go on an out of town sales
trip, but Danny was buried in the front end of a Chevy Citation, and he didn't
look up. Fifteen minutes later, Steph came running up to the garage door. They
hadn't spoken in six years.

"Danny! You've got to help me," she panted. There was a pleading look on her
face.

He took a step toward her, stopped, and turned back to his work. "I don't have
to do shit for you," he muttered.

"It's Becca! She wandered off and Ted just left for Chicago. There's a storm
coming in, Danny! She's only five!"

"You should keep an eye on her! Oh that's right, you were probably taking one
up the ass, weren't you?"

"Danny, hurt me later, okay. I need your help now."

Danny opened his mouth for a second. He was thinking of telling her to fuck
off, but somewhere in him, the tender heart he once had began to stir again. It
stirred for beautiful red hair and a pair of dazzling green eyes--Becca's.

"I got a phone on the wall by the workbench. Call Mike Waters, he's a county
deputy, and he's a good shit. He's probably not on duty, but he'll get here
before the boys from up at the county seat will anyway. And he'll at least
light a fire under their ass. Then call down to the Amazon Cafe, there's
probably a dozen guys there who can be here in ten minutes. I'm headed down
toward the river, Mike and the other boys will figure out where else to look."

"Oh god, Danny! The river?" She was horrified. Thunder rolled in the distance.
"She's too small to get there before I do!" he said and ran out the door and
right across the highway and down into the woods at the west end of Maple
Street. The thick new-growth popple woods sloped gradually toward the river,
and the ground was uneven and tough to cross. Danny ran as best he could, and
when the sudden onset of darkness that marked the beginning of a violent summer
storm fell over the woods, he began to stumble and even crash into trees as he
ran. He burst out of the trees at the western edge of the woods and onto the
steep hillside that marked the spot where erosion took things swiftly toward
the river. A series of storm drains had been dug into the hill, and they sloped
very steeply toward the river. They went underneath a county trunk road, and
the small concrete tunnels were designed to channel the water and eroding mud
away from the road and the hill below it. They stuck out of the riverbank and
hung right out over the water.

Danny had had a feeling about these drains before he had even left to look for
Becca. Now, he saw that he was right. As the clouds burst open, he could see
her tiny figure slipping feet first into one of the tunnels. She was trying to
stay dry, not realizing that the water would channel in. He called out, but she
did not hear.

He sprinted to her, afraid that she might crawl in further than he could reach
her. Lightning struck a tree back in the woods. It made a sickening cracking
sound. As he got close to the tunnels, he realized that he could fit in them if
he had to, but it would be tight. He got to the opening Becca had slipped into,
and could not see her. As he stood in the pelting rain, he stared down into the
drain. She was halfway down, and she was slipping further into the rain-slicked
tunnel.

"Shit!" he said, but did not hesitate to go feet first into the tunnel. He knew
if he went headfirst, he could never crawl back out. Especially with a child in
his arms. About five feet in, he began to slip. The water was already several
inches deep. He didn't try to stop, he had to catch up to Becca anyway. He just
tried to control his speed.

He lay on his back, and lifted his head to see that he was now closer to the
grate at the lower end of the drain, and that Becca had slid all the way, down,
and her form was outlined by the dim light outside. "Well," he thought as he
lowered himself, "Once again Steph has sent me down the drain." He laughed with
irony, but not bitterness, and it was with a laugh that he finally hit the
grate at the bottom of the drain. Becca was between his legs now.

She was praying! "Mommy says God'll help me! Mommy says you'll help me God!"

She realized over the roar of the river, that someone was there with her.

"Are you an angel?" she asked, her tiny voice reverberated over the roar by the
echo of the tunnel.

"No, sweetheart," Danny's voice boomed and resonated in the tunnel. "It's Danny
from next door."

She wrapped her tiny arm around his leg and squeezed mightily.

"Are we going home now? I'm cold," she called out to him.

"As soon as our friends come," Danny said, trying to sound confident. "It's too
slippery to climb out. They are going to have to pull this grate off and lift
us out the end of the tunnel."

"Okay," she said, and waited, shivering, but not complaining.

Steph followed Mike Waters squad car as best she could. He took her down the
highway around the woods and back down the county trunk along the river. When
he reached the storm drains, he locked up the brakes so fast that Steph almost
rear-ended him. He jumped out of the car and waved to her.

"I have to go check these drains. Stay up here, it's really slippery!"

Steph watched helplessly as Mike slid down the hill and began to check the
drains pouring jets of water into the swollen river. She could barely see him,
but noticed that as he got to the third one, he began to wave excitedly. She
rushed down to him.

Mike was hanging onto the grate and shouting up into the drain. He motioned
Steph to get on top of the drain and lie on her belly to peer in. There was
Danny, almost completely under water, and holding Becca out in front of his own
chest to keep her face out of the flooded water.

Mike looked up at her, he had death in his face, but he was in command of his
fear.

"Listen! I have to rip this grate off. Danny and I are going into the water.
It's gonna happen! But when that grate rips off, you have about one second to
grab the girl. Don't wait, just fuckin' do it!"

Steph was many things, but she was not inclined to panic. She nodded, and got
the best balance she could straddling the drain. She nodded.

Mike began tugging on the grate. His feet were planted against the hillside,
and his head was right out over the water, twelve feet below. Steph watched him
strain, and could feel a vibration from inside the tunnel. Danny had begun
kicking the edge of the grate. Suddenly, a trio of rusty rivets gave out, and
Mike swung out over the river as the grate flew open. Danny planted his feet
for only a moment at the edge of the drain, and held Becca out in front of him.
Steph snatched the tiny girl by the front of the shirt and caught her before
Danny tumbled into the water, bringing Mike with him. Steph clutched the
precious child to her breast and slid back up to the hillside. Afraid she might
slip if she turned, she began backing up the hill.

She felt a strong hand grab the back of her shirt and pull her up toward the
top of the hill. It was Lucy for whom the Amazon Cafe was aptly named. Lucy
pulled the mother and child back to the road, which was now filled with pick up
trucks and men rushing about. Lucy piled them into her car, cranked up the
heater and begin to rush the mother and child to the hospital. Steph had
stripped off her and Becca's wet clothes and wrapped herself and the child in a
blanket.

"Mommy? Where's the angel?"

She heard a little voice from inside the blanket.

"He'll be all right, sugar," Lucy smiled. "He's got half the boys in town
looking for him. And most of those boys are pretty strong. Your momma and I can
speak for that."

The big blonde turned and winked at Steph, and Steph remembered the fun she had
had with the "wild girls" her senior year of school. It had been a long time
since Steph had felt someone a kindred spirit. She was too busy right now, but
for the first time since she had married Ted, she seriously thought about
hooking up with somebody else. Everybody knew Lucy went both ways....Oh well,
not today.

Everything was different from that moment on, for everyone. Danny emerged from
the hospital a local hero. He cleaned up his act, and he celebrated his
thirtieth birthday by opening his own garage, employing six other mechanics.
His status as an envied ladies man returned. All the women who remembered "the
old days" came back now that he was sober and "his old self." His endorsement
carried a lot of weight in getting Mike Waters elected county sheriff.

Steph became happier for quite a while. Her close "friendship" with Lucy gave
her a new outlook. She even turned Ted into an ally of the relationship by
convincing Lucy to share her charms.

But the story of Danny and Steph would not end so dreamily. Steph's psyche just
couldn't let it. She had a tremendous guilt about what she had done to Danny,
and seeing the kind and generous "old Danny" return fueled it. She could no
longer pretend that she had just missed a mean streak in him that had been
there all along in high school. She had to admit that she had really fucked him
over, and that's what sent him off the deep end. Also, Ted ignored Becca most
of the time, he had never totally accepted the child as his. And from the time
she turned twelve, Ted continually accused her of dressing too suggestively and
behaving like "a little slut." Lucy grew weary of his rants and left both Ted
and Steph longing for her formidable sexual talents and positive personality.
Their marriage became very tumultuous. Becca withdrew from home, and the only
adult she seemed to trust was Danny, her angel.

Becca wasn't looking for a surrogate father, though. She looked at him like
other teens look at an adult movie star or athlete. She flirted with him
constantly, never quite aware of the deeper feelings she was stirring up in his
mother's old lover. She loved to sit on his workbench and look at his powerful
arms as he worked on "that dumb old Torino" he was constantly tinkering with.
The fact that her parents told her not to hang out "bothering" him too much
made no difference to Becca. She had taken to ignoring their poor behavior
anyway. So, she grew into a stunning little teen, flat-chested, but with that
beautiful red hair and those dazzling green eyes. When the retro fashion
movement of the early nineties hit their small town, she began dressing a lot
more like her mother had. Becca even used the cover of an old Fleetwood Mac
album to help make herself look like Stevie Nicks. It was the first time that
Danny ever grew cross with her and sent her away. But she could tell as she
left that he had a massive hard-on. She chalked it up to his embarrassment at
being turned on by a teenager, and she went home with her most intense sexual
fantasies to date.

One evening, just past her fifteenth birthday, Becca came running over to
Danny's house. She was very upset.

"He hit her! He hit her!" she screamed.

Danny quelled the urge to rush to Steph's aid. But he did want to console
Becca, he put his arms around her and gazed into her green eyes as she
explained that Ted got drunk and hit her mother, and that he had left "for
good."

Danny was sincere in the gentle affection he held for this delicate girl, but
the warmth of her tiny body awakened a desire in him. A desire that --for the
first time--was for this girl, not for one from the summer of 1977. After a
half hour of pleading, Danny caved into Becca's wish and went to the house to
check on Steph.

She threw herself into Danny's arms and began kissing him the second he entered
the door. Becca was surprised, she had heard that they had dated, but it was
now clear that there was something more to it. She withdrew to the next room
and listened to the conversation. After the initial round of discussing things
like taking care of her injuries, which they agreed didn't need a doctor, they
settled in for an actual talk. They covered a lot of ground, and Becca learned
how much Danny had loved his mother.

Steph apologized for everything, and to her amazement, Danny found himself
accepting the apology. Danny seemed equally stunned. "To time," Steph said, and
raised the drink Danny had poured her. Danny raised his can of Mountain Dew and
said, "that heals all wounds." They smiled.

Becca heard a moment's silence, and then a very familiar sound. Her mother
purring in her warm-up for screams of ecstasy. She was angry for a moment, but
soon found that she was actually happy. She was sure that her mother was going
to leave her awful dad for Danny.

Becca found that to be incredible. She loved Danny, and wanted him in her life
somehow. She knew she would have a tough time accepting him as a father figure
since she had wanted to fuck him for three years. She even found that her hand
had begun massaging her clit as she listened to the passionate lovemaking.
Soon, her pants were around her knees as she sat at the kitchen table, fucking
herself with two of her fingers. She began to buck and moan, even whisper
Danny's name in silent imitation of her mother's screaming.

Becca was a virgin, but she had given up her hymen to one of her mother's toys
long ago. She soon found the handle of the ice cream scoop and began using it
to imitate the penis she craved. As her mother reached her second screaming
orgasm, Becca shoved the handle deep up inside of her and rubbed her clit
wildly. She had a whimpering orgasm of greater intensity than she had ever
known. "Oh, Danny," she moaned. "You're the best."

"Oh, fuck me, Danny!" Steph screamed. "Fuck me like only you can. You're the
best. You're the best! You're the best!"

After more orgasms and positions than she could count, they finally collapsed.
Danny hadn't lost a thing in sixteen years. She was pretty sure his dick was a
little bigger. She knew she would always be his fuck-toy if he wanted her.
Unfortunately, that wasn't all he wanted.

"Shit, Steph, I knew that our love would win out somehow. I never realized how
bad I wanted it back."

"Danny..."

"Say it Steph. I've been waiting since 1977 to hear it."

"Danny, I want you more than ever. I need you more than ever, but I don't think
I CAN fall in love. I never have, I never will. I'm just dysfunctional that
way, I guess."

Danny didn't say a word. Steph pleaded him to stay, but he silently got dressed
and walked out the door, with the same wild look in his eyes that she had seen
only once.

Becca had hid herself in the pantry closet to conceal that she had been
listening the whole time. She opened the door a crack and saw Danny. His
muscular arms hung straight down at his sides. His brown eyes stared directly
ahead. She had never seen anyone with that expression before, but she knew that
he meant killing. Becca grew tremendously angry. Killing! Her slut mother had
driven this tender soul to thoughts of killing!

Becca ran into the living room and looked straight at Steph. "You have to get
out, Mom! He's looking to kill you! It's in his eyes!"

Becca rushed her mom out to go her grandparents, and told her that she was
going to hide out at a friend's house. As soon as Steph was gone, Becca put her
plan into action.

She was sleeping when he finally arrived. He had apparently fallen off the
wagon and spent four hours drinking up the nerve to come across Maple Street
and kill the woman who had destroyed him TWICE! She heard him slam the kitchen
door. She woke up and saw him come to a dead stop in the doorway. She knew why
he stopped to stare this time. In her Stevie Nicks outfit, again, she looked
too like her mother as a teen Danny's besotted brain to sort out.

She looked at the gun he held limply at his side. She knew it was for him, not
her, and decided that the only way to save his soul and his life was by taking
the biggest chance of her fifteen year-old life.

"Did you come crawling back to beg me to fuck you again? You'll never have this
again," she spat the words at him.

"Fuck you? Fuck you!" he questioned, and then screamed.

"Then why are you here? Because you want me to tell you I'm in WUV with you?
You can hold that gun to my head, and I still won't say it. You're weak, Danny.
You want me, but you're not man enough to make me love you."

"Fuck you, bitch!" he said.

"Are you gonna shoot me? Not even man enough to do it with your bare hands?"

Danny rushed toward her, and tackled her to the floor, knocking the wind from
her tiny body. "I'm gonna make you scream one more time, Steph! And this time
it's gonna be ME using YOU!" Becca was in the panic caused by shortness of
breath, and she began to realize at the same time, that she was no longer in
control.

With one hand, he snatched the flimsy fabric of her dress and the scarves
hanging from the belt, and he ripped them off of her tiny body. Becca was
pinned beneath his powerful body, and could do nothing as he used one hand to
free his penis--much larger than the handle of the ice cream scoop-- from his
jeans. She looked up in terror at his fiery brown eyes, and knew what she
wanted to say, but couldn't speak a word.

He was deep inside her before she could do anything. The drink and the previous
session with Stephanie could not curb his desire to desecrate this bitch on the
only level of their relationship that seemed to matter to her. His hips
pummeled hers furiously at first, and it was not long before she began to
scream his name. A grim satisfaction that he still owned her was a shallow
victory to his broken heart. Suddenly, he pulled out of her, and rolled her
roughly over and dragged her to the edge of the couch and pinned her chest
against the cushions as he rammed his dick into her from behind.

Becca stopped screaming, because the only air she could get was when he shifted
his weight for half a second. Then, to her surprise, he suddenly stopped
hammering her tight little pussy. She thought it was over. He shifted his
weight. She took a deep breath, and was about to speak.

Then her insides burst with fire. He had shoved that big dick up her ass. He
hammered into her again and again, and she screamed a stream of obscenities as
a strange pleasure raged through the terror and pain.

"Oh shit, Danny! My ass! My ass! You're in my ass!" Suddenly, she felt a warm
wet feeling inside her, then it was spraying on her back. Was it over?

Danny was kneeling behind her, and he grabbed her by the beautiful red hair and
rolled over onto her backside. She faced up at him with those pleading green
eyes, and he drew his fist back to smash her face in, like he should have done
so long ago.

"Danny," she whispered breathlessly, "I love you! I've always loved you! I want
to be your wife!"

The fist slowly lowered, and he collapsed, sobbing, into her naked lap. He
cried for almost an hour, occasionally kissing her flat stomach and reaching up
to hold her hair. He seemed to freeze for an instant about ten minutes into the
hour, but he never looked up. Finally, he spoke, "That was a very dangerous
thing to do, Becca. I might have--" he trailed off, "to hell with 'might
haves.' What I did was bad enough."

"You were in a dark place, my love," she stroked his short brown hair, "and you
needed an angel. I needed an angel once when I was in a dark place."

"Becca, did I--did you mean for me, too--"

"Never mind about that, my beautiful angel-love. Just tell me you will never
raise a hand to me again."

The words to this summer's new Meatloaf song popped into his head, "I would do
anything for love, but I won't do that," he said and finally looked into her
beautiful eyes.

"I always wondered what he was talking about," she laughed softly. "Will you
wait three years for my love? I don't want you to go to jail for fucking a
minor."

"I can wait three years. I want you to be sure, anyway. Becca, I won't even
touch you during that time, please make it easy for me to do that. I couldn't
resist you if you seduced me."

"Alright, but I turn eighteen three days after I graduate. I want to be your
wife by the end of that summer."

Three years later, a reconciled Ted and Steph listened in horror as a familiar
voice drifted out the basement window of the little brick house on Maple
Street, calling out more loudly than even her mother's voice had ever been!

"Fuck me, Danny! Fuck me hard! I love it! UNNNNH! UNNNNH! FUCK ME DANNY!"

---E-mail me at: billuvrites@hotmail.com

Let me know what you think. Also, if you did like it, who would you like to
hear about next, Amazon Lucy? Sheriff Mike? Ted? Steph? Any combination of
them? (I'm kind of done with Danny and Becca for now.)