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Lisa slammed the taxi door and stumbled out onto the pavement fighting nausea with long deep breaths. As the taxi pulled away, she leant her hands on her knees and spat into the gutter. Another hundred yards and she’d have thrown up in the back of the cab. That would have made the evening very expensive.



She looked at the house, the curtains were drawn in the front room, but a chink of light betrayed that her boyfriend was still not in bed.



Lisa stared at her watch and tried to focus. It was ten past three at the end of a very long night. She had met her friends in town before Jeremy had got back from the football. They had moved from bar to bar and finally to a nightclub and with precious little to eat, Lisa was as drunk as she had been for a very long time.



She wrestled her key from her clutch bag and watched as it slipped from her fingers and tumbling in slow motion bounced on the driveway. She stood and stared at it glinting up at her before bracing herself against the door and bending down to retrieve it. She searched for the lock, leaning against the door with one palm to steady her hand, her frustration building as she aimed and missed repeatedly. When she finally slipped the key into the lock, she turned it and the handle simultaneously whilst leaning heavily against the door, causing her to stumble into the porch.



Once in the hallway, she kicked her shoes into the corner and dropped her bag at the foot of the stairs. She took a couple of deep breaths and although the room continued to spin, she finally felt her nausea begin to retreat. Jeremy waved at her from the sofa as she walked into the living room.



“Good evening?” He said with a smile as she stumbled into the room.



“Not bad.” She giggled. “Although it could get better with a good seeing too. Jackie dragged some lucky bloke into a taxi, so she’ll be enjoying a good fuck, so, I figure why not me.”



She stood just out of arm’s reach and started to drunkenly gyrate in front of Jeremy, running her hands down her sides, then when she reached the hem of her dress, pulling it up as she danced, giving Jeremy an eyeful of her candy pink panties beneath.



Jeremy watched her with a mixture of amusement and intrigue as she stumbled drunkenly in front of him before she slipped her dress off over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.



She continued to dance, with the occasional step to steady herself, in matching underwear, before unclipping her bra and tossing it to the floor. She cupped her breasts in her hands and pushed them together, slowly massaging them, enjoying the sensation of her nipples hardening against her palms.



Finally she hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of her knickers and slowly drew them down her thighs, before letting them fall to the floor and kicking them into Jeremy’s lap.



Her thin strip of blonde public hair was not enough to hide her excitement, her moist lips already swollen and dark pink in contrast to her pale hair and skin.



“Show me your cock.” She slurred. “I’m hungry.”



As she knelt down on the carpet, Jeremy unzipped his jeans and wrestled them off over his thighs before Lisa grabbed them in both hands and tugged them off, throwing them onto her pile. Jeremy’s cock sprang to attention and kneeling over him, Lisa grabbed it in her fist and fed it between her lips.



She sucked his swollen cock hungrily, salivating as he filled her mouth each time he bucked his hips towards her until his whole dick shone with her spit as it ran down his shaft and coated his balls.



She sucked and slurped him noisily, groaning in satisfaction as she felt his hand entwine in her long blonde hair and push her even deeper onto his manhood.



“Take it baby.” He moaned. “Take it all in.”



Lisa jumped as someone grasped hold of her hips. Suddenly her pussy was full of cock. She wriggled and writhed against the invasion, but Jeremy had her head pinned securely in place and whoever was behind her held her tightly as he thrust his cock deep inside her.



She tried to squeal but Jeremy’s cock filled her mouth. She bucked and struggled as she tried in vain to wrestle free, but the more she struggled the harder she was fucked, her thrashing and gurgling translating as enthusiasm.



She tried to think who was behind her, his cock was thick and stretched her wide and whoever it was used every last inch until she could feel his swinging balls slap rhythmically against her thighs.



Finally she felt Jeremy’s grip on her hair relax and she fought herself free, spitting out his cock and staring up into his face.



“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She shouted at him, but further protest was cut short as the man behind her grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard, snapping her head back as he fucked her, drawing a gasp from her lips.



“Great fuck Jez.” She heard him say giving away his identity. It was Thomas, one of his football buddies. Well if Thomas is here, where the fuck is Danny she thought. The two were so inseparable she had wondered if they were gay – although at least Thomas seemed to have disproved that theory.



With his cock filling every inch of her tight pussy, she realised she was about to come, but despite her rising pleasure, she still struggled against the unexpected violation.



She was suddenly aware of Thomas’ shortened breathing and he began to fuck her in short rapid strokes, still tugging on her hair to emphasise each thrust. She sensed he was about to come and the thought of Jeremy watching her being fucked by one of his friends made her feel cheap and used — even it is was by someone she had always fancied and secretly thought of fucking on more than one occasion.



As Thomas’ orgasm approached, he relaxed his grip and as soon as she felt it, she threw herself to her left and felt his cock pop out of her pussy.



Despite her drunkenness, she was on her feet in an instant. She aimed a badly targeted kick at Thomas and when she missed, she very nearly lost her balance and tumbled on top of him, but after a drunken stumble she finally managed to maintain her balance and stumble around him.



“You fucking bastards.” She slurred. “You dirty fucking bastards.” Her drunken mind searched in vain for something else to shout. “Who the fuck do you think I am? You fucking bastards.” And with nothing else to say she stormed out of the room and staggered upstairs.



When they heard the bedroom door slam shut, Thomas looked guiltily across at Jeremy.



“Ooops.” He said with a shrug.



“Don’t sweat.” Jeremy replied. “She’s shit-faced. I doubt she’ll even remember anything in the morning. Hey, it was worth a try. Another beer?”



“Aren’t you going to see if she’s okay?”



“She’s probably unconscious already.” Jeremy replied with a shrug.



“Beer it is then. I’ll get them.” Tom said getting to his feet. “You get dressed, I don’t want to stare at that all night.” He laughed pointing at Jeremy’s still erect cock. “Where the fuck’s Danny anyway?” He said as he headed to kitchen.



As Jeremy pulled his jeans back on he could hear Lisa crashing around upstairs, then it all went quiet. Danny reappeared with Thomas and they sat around with a beer, chewing the fat as they had been doing before Lisa’s arrival.



Lisa crawled naked onto the bed, her head spinning every time she closed her eyes. Despite her outburst, her pussy was so deliciously wet, her sticky juices clung to the insides of her thighs.



She thought about Thomas’ cock. It was bigger and somehow harder than Jez’s – a lot bigger in fact, she thought as her hand crept down between her thighs. She parted her lips with her thumb and gently rubbed her clit, instantly feeling her pleasure rise and suddenly a little disappointed she’d not let Thomas finish what he’d started — she’d been after a good fuck after all, she could remember saying so, and Thomas had not been the only one on the brink of orgasm. Lisa watched her fingers work in the gloom, still unable to close her eyes and within moments her orgasm washed satisfyingly over her whole body, cleansing it of any remaining anger at what Jez had allowed to happen. She closed her eyes to enjoy the afterglow of her pleasure and fell almost instantly asleep in a lazily spinning room.







About twenty minutes after Lisa fled upstairs Jeremy drained his beer and stood up.



“Come on you guys.” He said crossing the small living room in several purposeful strides. “I’ve got an idea.”



He led them both upstairs to his bedroom. As expected Lisa was naked and unconscious face down on top of the duvet, the room reverberating to the sound of light, drunken snoring.



“Grab that.” He said to Danny, pointing at a video camera on the top of the tall chest of drawers, before carefully rolling Lisa onto her front.



As Danny focussed the camera on him, Jeremy slowly parted Lisa’s legs and delicately ran his tongue along the length of her pussy. Her lips were still slick with cream from her earlier excitement and his tongue split them easily until he found her clitoris. He teased it briefly with the end of his tongue before closing his mouth around her lips and sucking them greedily, feeling them swell in his mouth.



Meanwhile, with the added bonus of a camera to perform for, Thomas knelt over Lisa and licked all around one nipple until it stood pink and proud before turning his attention to the other.



Lisa moaned in her sleep but her gentle snoring continued. Danny took the opportunity to capture every inch of her taut body for the camera, focusing on both Thomas and Jeremy as they worked on different parts of her.



Thomas discarded his jeans and straddled Lisa’s body, pushing her tits up together around his cock. Danny filmed as Thomas rocked back and forth, his cock popping out the top of Lisa’s cleavage each time he thrust his hips forward.



Lisa’s snoring stopped, and both Thomas and Jeremy paused briefly to see if she had woken, but after letting out a stifled groan, her heavy breathing resumed.



Thomas moved further up Lisa’s body. A drop of semen bubbled on the head of his cock and he wiped it across Lisa’s lipsticked lips leaving a smear of cum glistening on them.



Thomas changed position and titled Lisa’s head to one side, pushing his cock against her lips. He felt her teeth against his flesh and gently squeezed her cheeks to see if she would open her mouth. Her lips parted slightly and Thomas slipped the head of his cock into her mouth, and as he rocked back and forth gently, Danny captured on camera as more and more disappeared between her lips.



“Help me roll her off the bed.” Jeremy said moving away from Lisa’s glistening pussy. Danny put down the camera briefly whilst Thomas reluctantly pulled his cock from her mouth.



They carefully arranged Lisa so she was kneeling on the floor, bent over the bed. Jeremy knelt behind her and pushed his achingly hard cock into her dripping pussy, easing it all inside her until his balls were crushed against her thighs. He fucked her slowly in long strokes that used every inch of his length and as he withdrew he could see his cock glistening with her cream.



Tired of being third in the queue, Danny stripped down whilst Thomas took control of the camera, crawling around on the floor like a pro to ensure he got all the best shots.



Jeremy fucked Lisa until his balls were ready to blow, then reluctantly withdrew and stepped away.



Danny did not wait for permission, but instantly slipped into the space that Jeremy had vacated, pushing his swollen cock into Lisa’s pussy.



Fucking her with short stabs of his cock, he lacked Jeremy’s patience, seemingly eager to fuck her quickly and get his piece before they were caught. So as Thomas continued to film, the sound of Danny’s balls slapping against Lisa’s thighs filled the room.



“No cumming.” Jeremy said, watching Danny from the other side of the room. “You may very well have the pleasure of fucking her, but no one shoots inside her. Clear?”



Both men nodded and Danny withdrew almost instantly, a look of pained frustration on his face. Jeremy took the camera from Thomas, who immediately stripped down and took Danny’s place.



Kneeling between Lisa’s stretched legs, he eased a full nine inches of rock hard meat deep inside Lisa’s cunt. As Thomas withdrew for the first time, he ran his thumb along his shaft until it glistened with her cream and the second time he pushed his cock inside her, he rubbed his lubricated thumb all over her ring. Thomas had known Lisa for almost five years and had always fancied her, so was determined not to waste his long-awaited opportunity.



He tensed slightly as a groan escaped Lisa’s lips and her pussy contracted around his cock, gripping it like a vice. Until now the moans had been random, but now they came every two or three thrusts and Thomas wondered if she was on the verge of waking up. Judging by what happened earlier, he suspected they would be in for hell-fire if that happened.



As he fucked her he managed to slip his thumb inside her ring to the first knuckle and each time her pussy gripped his cock, her arse clenched his thumb even more tightly.



Lisa teetered on the brink of orgasm and had been having the most amazing dream about being screwed from behind with the biggest cock that stretched and filled her to the very limit. As her mind swam drunkenly back into focus, she could hear softly spoken voices around her, but the feeling of fullness continued.



“I’m cumming.” She moaned softly, making all three men jump, but Thomas continued to fuck her slowly. “Don’t you dare stop.” She ordered.



Thomas held her hips and pushed his cock inside her in half strokes, only withdrawing in part before pushing it all the way back in, using his length to the greatest effect ensuring that Lisa was always full.



She moaned again, willing her orgasm to hit her, desperate to feel her own pleasure. As she woke slowly and became more aware of the room, she began to realise that it wasn’t a dream at all. Whilst her drunken mind was finding it very difficult to connect with reality, she was sure she was awake and positive there was a massive cock stretching her wide. She was also conscious of the muscles in her arse in spasm, continuously working to eject something inside it.



“I cumming.” She moaned again. “Faster.”



Thomas responded by increasing his tempo until his huge balls swung lazily against her thighs. As Lisa continued to regain awareness, she accepted she was actually being fucked and that it wasn’t a dream. But who was fucking her? She had been sharing a bed with Jeremy for almost five years and whilst their sex-life had always been strong, there was no way the magic wand inside her was his, it was huge. It was long and thick and wonderful.



“Turn me around and fuck me to my face.” She groaned eager to see who was using her for pleasure. It suddenly crossed her mind that maybe she’d scored whilst out with the girls and for the first time, she opened her eyes and was relieved to find that her own bed and familiar duvet cover swam into brief focus before the room started to spin and she clamped them shut again.



She was man-handled onto the bed and lay on her back. She felt someone climb back between her legs and braced herself. She felt her pussy stretched wide as the huge cock eased gently back inside her until she was full and happy again.



She could feel the man’s breath on her face as he leant over her and slowly, she opened her eyes.



“Hello Thomas.” She purred, looking up into his face. She had wondered if it was him. He was treating her so gently and almost making love to her, trying to tease an orgasm out of her rather than force her into one. She knew Thomas had always fancied her. She could tell by the way he spoke to her, how different he was around her than when he didn’t know she was there and by the way he constantly undressed her with his eyes whenever they spoke.



He smiled down at her as he continued to thrust himself inside her and Lisa wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper.



“I’m cumming.” She wailed as her orgasm finally exploded, washing over her body until every nerve tingled and her legs quivered. When her orgasm finally subsided, she reached up and kissed him, nibbling briefly on his lips. “Put your cock in my mouth, my pussy needs a rest.” She said and felt instant relief and yet also disappointment as he slipped his cock from her stretched and tired box.



Swapping ends, Thomas walked around the bed and slipped his hands underneath Lisa’s shoulders and pulled her gently backwards until her head lolled over the edge of the bed.



Lisa came eye to eye with his cock for the first time. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, her hand barely able to enclose it, and she guided the tip between her lips, instantly tasting her own pussy as she greedily sucked around his sensitive glans.



Thomas gently slid the first few inches of his cock inside her mouth and as soon as he felt her tense, he held it momentarily before easing it back out. He ran his head all over her lips and when she gasped and opened wide, he slipped it back into her willing mouth.



Danny wasted no time in seizing his chance. He clambered onto the bed between Lisa’s legs and slipped his hands underneath her knees. He draped them over his thighs as he knelt and roughly pushed his cock into Lisa’s pussy. She gasped out loud with surprise, but it was muffled as her mouth was full of Thomas. This was not what she had expected, but the cock that now pummelled her was so much easier to accommodate.



In total contrast, Danny fucked her roughly and quickly. He held her thighs tightly, his thumbs digging into her flesh. He was grunting like an animal and as he leant over her she could feel drops of sweat dripping off his hair onto her chest.



Lisa wondered if this is what Danny’s girlfriend had to put up with or if she was just getting special treatment. But she decided to just let him get on with it whilst she concentrated on sucking her way into Thomas’ heart, eager to eat as much of his nine inches as she could manage.



Jeremy watched through the lens of the camera as his two best friends fucked his girlfriend, her shoulder-length blonde hair stuck to her forehead and face as she worked up a sweat.



Danny was gasping and red-faced almost as if he was keen to get it over with, whilst in contrast Thomas seemed eager to fuck Lisa for as long as possible.



Danny bucked and thrust pushing Lisa across the bed and ever deeper onto Thomas’ cock, leaving her gasping for air and her jaw aching and sore.



“I’m fucking cumming.” Danny grunted and Lisa was relieved to feel him pull his meat out of her, having him fuck her was one thing, but having his mess inside her was something else completely.



Jeremy zoomed in on Danny as he sat astride Lisa’s hips and pumped his cock in his hand, grunting at the last second as his cock erupted, splattering his hot semen all over Lisa’s full round breasts and flat stomach.



Danny took the camera from Jeremy and leant against the wardrobe watching Thomas slide his cock as far as he could into Lisa’s mouth. Suddenly, she looked up to where Jeremy was climbing onto the bed.



“Well, if you’re going to have a go too, I want this one back in my pussy.” She said, still gripping Thomas’ cock in her fist.



Danny filmed as Thomas lay flat on the bed and Lisa enthusiastically straddled his cock, guiding it back inside her with her hand and sinking down onto it with a satisfied groan.



She slid up and down on his cock, controlling the depth of his thrusts until she felt comfortable again with his size and had all of him buried inside.



Lisa’s whimpers grew to satisfied groans as Thomas brought her to a second orgasm which left her flushed and every part of her body tingling.



She leant down and kissed him hungrily, pushing her tongue into his mouth, never once taking her eyes off his.

[Made in all fantasy, enjoy.]



My best friend, Isabella, and I were always flirtatious. It was a habit of ours, neither “good” nor “bad”. I’ve always had a crush on her for the longest time. She was the first person to become my friend when I moved here. We grew up, she went on to date other guys, but I was always there for her. When she and her boy friends would have fights, I was always there to calm her down.



Even me and her boyfriends were good friends, and we had a general understanding. I made sure they knew if they cheated on her, that I’d personally kick their ass. We went on living happy lives, us usually flirting. But during the summer one year, she decided to start seeing my friend behind my back. She’d always make an excuse to go see him. I knew what they were doing and it didn’t bother me, because she would always come back to me. While they were still dating, her parents made them move out to Arizona. The move caused them to break up. But we stayed in contact the whole time she was there.



She always fought with her parents. They never seemed to agree on anything. When she and I finally turned 18, she left to live with her sister Megan. I left high school and when to college. When I finished it, I quickly found a job. I worked as an IT Director for a small company. Pay was good and I was able to buy what I wanted. I rented a small apartment near home so I could visit my folks often. My life was perfect….



That’s what I thought as I stood at the door of my apartment, Isabella looking at me with puppy dog eyes. She had awoken me from a nap that I was taking. I looked at her lazily as she asked if she could live with me for a while. “You’ll hardly notice that I’m here.” She said trying to reassure me.



“No, of course you can stay here. You’re welcome here anytime.” I replied. I can’t believe she’d think I’d say no. I thought to myself. Walking over to pick up her bags, she hugged and kissed my cheek.



“Thank you.” She whispered in my ear as she hugged me. I grabbed all of her stuff and followed her inside. I sat it down in the living room and closed the door. “So where will I be sleeping?” She asked.



“You could have my bed in the room. It’s all made up, I’ll just make some room for you clothes.” I said as a reply. I turned to look at her. I was more alert now that I was awake for a little longer, and I saw how she looked. She had matured, she was taller than before and defiantly skinny. Her hair brown, and was down to her shoulders and straightened. She had a smile that could make any my commit the sin of lust.



“Well, where would you sleep then?” Isabella asked as she walked closer. She was still smiling. She’s probably overjoyed to be living with me. I thought.



“I have a couch right here, I don’t mind giving up my bed. ‘Specially for you.” I said with my small accent. I learned to speak in Seattle when I was kid. Specificity in Monroe, which was the redneck district of Washington. I then moved to California where I met Isabella.



“Your crazy, I wouldn’t give up my bed if someone asked to live with me.” Her smile turned to a grin “I’ll just share the bed with you.” She said. I wasn’t able to tell if she was being provocative, so I just agree to sleep in the bed.



I lugged all of her stuff into my room. I sat most of it down on the bed and began to unpack it. Isabella didn’t mind me doing it, since she practically changed in front of me. Well never in front of me, but she would just walk into the closet for a second to change. I thought to myself. I organized most of her clothing. One bag was full of just shirts and bloused that she wore. The next one was filled with her pants and skirts that looked new. Then came her bag which held the one thing most men wanted to get a hold of if they were in my position.



I opened the bag and immediately saw a pair of black lingerie panties. Picking them up I looked at the information tag. It read “Waist: 26in. Color: Midnight Black. Adam and Eve©.” I compared the measurements to a mental image of a waist graph. Her waist was built like an hourglass, and she sure looked it. She reminded me of what a foxy girl in the 1950′s would look like.



I looked around, and noticed Isabella looking at me from the kitchen. Shit, she’s gonna think I’m a pervert. I thought in agony to myself. She smiled and winked, and continued on into the living room. I stood mouth open. Forget it, she was probably messing around. I returned to my work, and finished separating all her clothing. While I was organizing her clothing, Isabella had started watching TV. This gave me time to gather other information from her clothing. Call me creepy, but I’d much rather know what she fits in; since I like to buy her gifts.



When she got taller, she thinned out. This made her breasts a D cup average. She has long slender legs, from what the measurements said. They stood at 39 inches. She defiantly looked like a 1950′s fox. “Alex! You done yet?” Isabella called out for me.



“Yeah, just putting away the last of you clothing. Then I gotta stash the luggage bags, and I’ll be out.” I replied. I placed the last of her lingerie panties in my boxer drawer. Jeez, if my parents come over to visit while she’s gone and they look through my drawers they’d think I’m some sort of faggot. I joked to myself.



Walking the luggage bags to the linen closet, I got a giggle out of Isabella. I turned to her and she looked at me, giggling. “What do you think is so funny?” I asked her.



“Well I never thought of the day I’d see you unpacking my clothes for me and putting my luggage away. Thank you for letting me stay here.” She said.



“It’s not a problem. Hey what time is it?” I asked her. I hadn’t checked the time while I was in my room. She looked back at the TV and opened the guide. It displayed “6:49 PM.” It’s already that late? Saturday’s always go by fast. I thought. Since the guide was still up, I looked at what she was watching. It read “The Notebook.” If it were any other girl, I’d refuse to watch it.



I walked to the linen closet and stored the luggage bags. Then I walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Isabella must have had some hunger, since she called out the instant I opened the fridge “What are you making?”



“Just some pizza. It’s almost 7, that’s dinnertime for me.” I answered, knowing that Isabella would be overjoyed to be having pizza.



“Aww, just ’cause I’m here?” She asked. I began to blush, what Isabella had said was true. I hardly ever at pizza by myself. I was more of a hamburger kind of person.



Thinking of something to make it look like it was casual, I said “That, and I love making the pizza from the recipe you gave me.” It wasn’t a white lie. I did like the recipe she had gave me. I grabbed the required ingredients from the fridge and pantry.




I made the dough while the oven heated. As the alarm to the oven went off, I began to sauce the pizza. I added the shredded cheese, then the vegetables. Isabella had been a vegetarian for as long as I could remember. I added extra onions and bell peppers, both of which we like. I placed the pizza in the oven, and set the timer.



Walking over to the couch, Isabella got up so I could sit. As I sat down, she moved over closer to me. I placed my left arm on the back of the couch. We were sitting a 3 feet away, not saying that it was too close or anything. My eyes couldn’t help but wonder towards her body. I looked at her upper body first, looking at what she was wearing.



Isabella wore a tighter-than-average purple v-neck. You could see parts of her bra from the shirt, and the general color of it was red. She wore silver sweat pants, and had on pink socks. Her attire matched that of someone who would be staying in for the day. Was she expecting to be staying her tonight? What am I thinking, that’s what she should have been thinking. My gaze flickered back up to her breasts. They filled out her bra perfectly.



She must have noticed me looking, because she sat up and made her boobs perk out more. I snapped back to the movie, blushing deeply. We were watching: Alantis: The Lost Empire. A movie we watched a lot when we were young. I heard her scoot closer.



Daring a look, I saw that she closed the gap between us. She looked over to me and smiled. I smiled back, and she rested her head on my shoulder. I began to blush, but she didn’t look at me. Calm down, she’s just getting comfortable. I thought to myself, my face began to turn back to it’s original color.



Isabella grabbed my arm and slung it over her shoulder. I pulled her in closer, which was what she wanted. Her skin felt soft and smooth. She had gotten a tan while we were apart. I started to pay attention to the movie. It brought back nostalgia and good memories. We continued to watch the movie until the oven’s timer went off. I got up and fixed us some plates and place the left overs in the fridge. We sat and ate through a few movies. I looked at the time, it read “9:54 PM.” It’s pretty late. I’ll have a few drinks with Isabella, then I’ll go to sleep. I planned to myself.



I rose from where we were sitting and walked over to my Liquor cabinet. Isabella asked “Whatcha getting?”



“Some booze, want some?” I replied.



“What are you having?” She questioned.



“Few shots of Jack Daniels, then I’m gonna hit the hay.” I answered. Isabella agreed to have some drinks, and I walked over with two shot glasses and the bottle. I rarely ever drank, but when I did it was with my friends. We took 7 shots each and decided that it was enough. “Well, night. Don’t worry about waking me up when you finally go to sleep, I’m a heavy sleeper.” I said, as I walked into my room. I undressed into my boxers and climbed into bed. I closed my eyes and began to sleep, my body warm from the whiskey.



I opened my eyes, the room was dimly lit. I felt a weird sensation, kind of a tingling and hot feeling. The feeling began to feel more intense was I awoken more, and my eyes adjusted to the dim light. I looked down and saw that covers moved back. When my eyes finished adjusting, I was finally able to make out Isabella on the bed, near my legs. As the feeling began to turn pleasureful, I let out a small moan. I heard Isabella let out a small, muffled, chuckle.



As I took a second look, I saw that Isabella was sucking my cock. Am I dreaming? I thought. She was sitting at the edge of the bed with my boxers down and my dick in her mouth. Another wave of pleasure hit me. No, she’s really sucking my dick. She didn’t notice that I was awake. Man she sure knows how to work it. I thought as she began to deepthroat my cock. I felt a building up of pressure in body. I’m getting close, and she can tell. She doesn’t know that I’m awake, so lets keep it that way.



Wave after wave of hot pleasure hit my body, and pressure continued to grow in my body. Just a little more. I thought, I was close. As she went down for the final time, I let a small moan release from deep within me. She moaned in surprise when my load rushed into her mouth. As she took her mouth off of my dick, I heard her swallow my seed. The thought of her swallowing my cum was enough to get me hard again. Did Isabella really just suck my dick? What, isn’t she the first to do that? I thought.



Don’t get me wrong, I’ve wanted a blowjob as long as I’ve known what they were. It’s just that I was never the best at relationships. I had gone all 23 years of my life without getting to third base with any girl. Call it sad, but I think it’d be more romantic to lose your virginity to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. And Isabella was that person.



I kept my eyes closed enough to make it unnoticeable that I was watching, as she turned the light on. Once my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the light, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Isabella, the one girl that I wanted to fuck since we were old enough, was naked in my room with my cum on her boobs and dripping from her mouth. I couldn’t help but get hard again. As she finished cleaning up, Isabella looked over to me and noticed that I was hard again.



By the looks of it, she wasn’t content with just giving me head. Isabella turned out the lights and crawled into bed. She began to stroke my dick, and with my half-sleepiness I involuntarily rolled over towards her. It was what she wanted.



Isabella backed toward my member, stroking it the entire time. She pressed her lips against my member, and I shuddered with pleasure. Her pussy was already sopping wet, I imagined her playing with herself. With a light thrust, she had the head of my member in her pussy. Capable of grace that seemed unholy, she began to rock back and forth a little. She was taking me inside of her. Her pussy felt warm and tight beyond all belief. If I had came earlier, her tightness would have sent me overboard. She began to rock herself in a rhythm that made little movement, but got the job done.



Isabella began to let out small moans. She began to softly say “Fuck me, Alex.” Her pussy began to contract and relax around my member as she rocked back and forth. I felt the same pressure as before build up within me. Twice within a few minutes? Damn I must have the reproductive capability of a rabbit. I thought to myself.



Her moans began to quick, along with her pace at which she was rocking. The pressure within me grew as she did so. Isabella didn’t care if she woke me up at that point, she wanted to cum badly. She rocked violently on my dick, milking me. I let out moans of pleasure, still acting as if she hadn’t awoken me. As we both neared our climaxes, she began to pull me closer to her. She rocked hard one last time and began to moan loudly as she came. Her pussy began to tighten and relax around my member, making me cum.



We laid as one being, cumming from each other. I opened my eyes all the way, letting her know that I was awake. She trembled as she lay, her pussy dripping my cum. She turned to look at me, seeing if I was awake. As she finally looked at me, she blushed and looked away. Since we were in a spooning position, it wasn’t hard to pull her close. As I did so, I heard her give out a small gasp. As though I had startled her.



She said quietly “Please don’t think I wanted to be here just for sex. I was a little drunk and thought it was good idea.” Her voice sounded teary, as though she was about to cry.



“Don’t worry, I never thought that’s what you wanted. And if you were drunk it was my fault. I love you more than anything.” I reassured her. My cock was still hard in her pussy. It didn’t feel as though it was be going down soon. Damn, ready for a third time within seconds of cumming. I must have been a rabbit in my past life. I thought.



Isabella obviously felt me still hard in her, since she said “Hey, aren’t you suppose to be limp by now?” She looked over to me and got a blush as a response. Smiling wickedly, she rocked a little back and forth. We both let a moan escape. Staring into each others’ eyes, we decided that we’d go again. “Have you done this before? If you have, all your girlfriend’s must love having sex with you. I mean three times in the same hour? It’s unheard of.” Isabella said astounded at how many times I had came, and was still hard.



“Actually you’re the first person I’d had sex with before.” I told her. She wasn’t expecting that answer, and I got a devilish smile in return.



“So, three times in row……I wonder how many times you can go….” Her thoughts started to drift. If she’s thinking of having sex all through the night, I’m one for it.



“Hey, why don’t you get on all fours and I’ll show you how long I can go for.” I said, reaching around pinching one of her nipple playfully. She shuddered, and in turn her pussy contracted around my member. A small moan leaped from my lips as the pleasure hit me. She giggled and got up. Raising her ass to my, I could see most of my seed dripping out of her pussy. “Hey, are you taking birth control?” I asked her.



“Yeah, I already took my pill today.” She said. Hopefully this doesn’t bit us in the ass. I thought to myself. I leaned towards her rear end, and began to lick her ass hole. She shuddered and moaned as I did so. I continued licking for a minute, then finally got up behind her. I placed my member on her lips. With a slight thrust, I sank into her pussy. We moaned as the waves of pleasure began to flow over us. I moved my hips back and forth, making her moan as my member entered and left her pussy. As my pace quickened, she began to pant and moan involuntarily.



With one last thrust, I hit her G-spot making her moan louder than ever. Isabella looked back at me with a yearning on her face. “Have you ever done it anal?” I asked, as I rubbed my thumb against her asshole. It twitched in response to me rubbing it.



“N-no, but you c-can try it. P-pound my ass, p-please” She begged. I slowly pulled my member from her pussy, making her moan with even more pleasure. I readjusted my member and pressed the head of my dick against her asshole. Since I had enough of her juices on my dick, I was able to slide in easily. If it weren’t my third go, I say that the penetration would have finished me quickly. Her tightness was beyond reality. As I buried my cock deeper in her ass, Isabella moaned with intense pleasure. I began to rock back and forth, bringing the head of my cock almost out of her, and then thrusting back into her. As I hit the deepest part of her I could go, she screamed out in pleasure saying “Fuck my asshole! I don’t want to be able to walk!”



I rammed her again and again, making the pressure build up in my body to the point of breaking. She began to moan loudly and shake as she came from me fucking her ass. With one last thrust, I made her scream with pure ecstasy as I unleashed the biggest load of my life into her ass. Isabella and I collapsed with pleasure onto the bed. As the intense feeling left my body minutes later, I looked at Isabella.



She must had passed out from the pleasure. I thought to myself. Getting up, I moved her so the covers were back and she lay exposed to me. I walked to the bathroom and got a towel. I cleaned up her pussy and asshole the best I could so she wouldn’t wake up with an unpleasant stickiness to her asshole and pussy. I wiped the spooge off the blankets and turned off the lights. I climbed into bed, and pulled Isabella close to me. As I began to drift into my dreams, I heard her say “I love you, Alex…..”

Me and my friend “John” were notorious around college for being the so-called “DP Team.” We would pick up chicks at parties, enticing them about our sessions that would fulfill girl’s darkest fantasies. It was easier than you think to get girls in bed, at least at the college we went to. Maybe it was alcohol, too… But, I think that many girls have that fantasy about being sandwiched between two men, treating her like a ragdoll to the point where she didn’t really have to do any work. Nothing like being the center of attention.



Anyway, one of the most memorable encounters was with the younger sister of a friend’s girlfriend. This girl, let’s call her Belle, I guess had heard about us while talking to her sister about college. Belle was a high school senior who had just turned 18, trying to make up her mind on where to go for school.



It was the month before classes started up for the fall semester. John had just come back from vacation in Europe, while I had stayed in town to work full time during the summer. Now, me and John aren’t bi or anything, but we’re good buddies and his homecoming was a good enough occasion to throw a BBQ. So, Friday, we organize a nice little party at a mutual friend’s house and invited a few people over.



I guess our friend’s girlfriend wanted to show Belle what a college party is like, because guess who came over that night?



Now, I should tell you that Belle looks a little like the pornstar Ariel Rebel. She’s no more than 5’1” tall, with medium length dark black hair and a pale white face. She was wearing a black tank top and jean short shorts, so she was not necessarily a looker, but more of a regular girl on a laidback day.



We offer her some beer but she refuses, which is great because I don’t really like providing alcohol to minors like freshmen and sophomores, even though everyone did it.



The party goes on for awhile and I notice that Belle is sitting alone on a couch. I decide to talk to her a bit, just to see if she’s having a good time.



“Kristina tells me you are thinking of going to school here. What do you think so far?” I ask her.



“It’s a cool place!” she says, perking up immediately that someone is talking to her.



From there, we talk a little bit about the school and some of the fun stuff that goes down in town. Then, out of the blue, Belle asks me about my reputation.



“Soooo, I heard a little something about you and a friend of yours,” Belle says.



Taken a little by surprise, I gulp and say “Haha, what did you hear?”



“You two are supposedly known as the DP Team,” Belle says, her eyes trained on me as she smiles devilishly.



“Hah! Who’d you hear that from?” I ask.



“My sister. She brought it up jokingly one time while talking about her friends, but it honestly stuck in my mind,” Belle says.



“Now, why would that stick in your mind?” I ask, now trying to nudge the conversation a bit to see if she is interested in our “services.”



“Well, you know…” she says as she moves over a little closer to me.



At this point, I can tell she’s very interested. So I tell Belle to meet me upstairs at the bedroom with some stickers from the college radio station on it. She smiles and sneaks off, giving me a nice look at her cute little ass.



I text John, telling him to meet me immediately for a situation we’re having. He comes out of the garage where he had been smoking. I fill him in on the details, telling him about Belle and how she’s totally DTF.



“Isn’t that Kristina’s sister?” he says, sounding a little surprised.



“Hell yeah!” I say.



We then make a plan. We agree to storm the room and just fuck her brains out. If she is that forward to confront us about our situation, she no doubt is kind of a freak, we reason.



So, next thing I know we walk upstairs, my heart pounding like fucking crazy. “Are we really going to double team this teenager?” I think to myself.



Soon we barge through to door and find Belle sitting on the edge of the bed. She is a bit startled, so we take a few seconds, looking at each other. No words are said, and after a few glances and another cute, devilish smile from Belle, I slam the door behind me and we charge forward.



John grabs Belle from behind and immediately starts feeling her entire body as he kisses her neck. I take Belle’s hands and force them on my crotch as I forcibly start making out with her. We’re both about 5’11”, so Belle was completely enveloped between us.



Belle starts writhing in beautiful agony as John shoves his hands down her pants and violently rubs her pussy. She dry humps John as her hands continue to rub my cock that’s now ready to burst through my pants.



I soon take off her top and bra, revealing a pair of C cup breasts that perfectly compliment her petite yet plump body. John soon has her pants and panties off, leaving this 18-year-old completely naked in front of us.



Belle pushes away from us and sits down on the bed, saying “Now why am I the only one without clothes on?”



Me and John then take off our clothes, our boners at full attention in front of this young specimen.



“Suck our cocks,” I command.



Belle then grabs our dicks and starts jacking them. She takes turns putting them in her mouth, but me and John can tell that she probably hasn’t sucked a lot of cock before.



“Lick it like a popsicle, only lips and tongue. No teeth,” John says sternly.



Belle, who was busy sucking my cock, takes John’s advice and really starts working my cock. Each bob up and down she goes a little deeper, taking in a little more of my cock into her pretty little mouth. I glance over and see she is still jacking John’s cock nicely. Obviously she’s given handjobs before.



“What about me baby?” John asks.



Belle, who had now taken almost all of my 8 inch cock in her mouth, gave my cock one last suck that ended with a large “pop” as she moved over to John’s equally sized cock. She continued to hold onto my cock, but as soon as Belle latched onto John’s member, he grabbed her by the head and started to facefuck her.



At this point I still can’t believe that the scene unfolding before me is like something out of a porn movie. Here I am, getting a blowjob from an 18-year-old not even out of high school. John continues to fuck her face hard, but I can tell Belle is getting a little overwhelmed. John soon stops and I move in, drop to my knees and start licking her pussy like crazy. She obviously never had her pussy licked before, as she is a little squeamish and doesn’t seem to like it at first. But, as I continue my ABC’s and my tongue enters deeper and deeper into my sex, her moans let me know that she is liking every second of it.



John had gone to the drawer to get condoms and some lube. Belle sees this and immediately says, “No need, I’m on the pill.” I stop licking her, get up and say “Well then, let’s get right to this” as I quickly shove my cock into her insanely wet pussy.



Belle screams out a bit, but in beautiful agony. I begin pumping away at her, missionary style. Her pussy is tight, and she grips my cock even harder. I can see John in the corner of my eye, masterbating to the scene in front of him.



After a good few minutes, I say “John’s turn.” I pull out, and John almost immediately takes my place. John only fucks her missionary for a minute. He then turns her over, tells her to get on all fours, and enters Belle’s pussy from behind.



As he’s fucking her doggy style, I get up on the bed and tell her “Taste your pussy on my cock” as I set up shop in front of her. Belle then starts sucking, although with the pounding she is taking from behind, she doesn’t take my cock as deeply in her mouth as before.



After another few minutes, me and John switch positions again as I take her from behind and he tells her to suck. However, again he starts fucking her face hard. As I pound her pussy, he pounds her face, making her gag a little bit. He pulls out of her mouth, but she grabs his cock and immediately puts it back in. She’s becoming a good little cock slut.



About 5 minutes pass in this position. Obviously she is just loving it, but me and John look at each other knowingly and I say, “It’s time to find out why we are known as the DP Team.”



Me and John pull out and John gets the lube.



“What position do I get in?” Belle asks as she catches her breath.



“Just lay right there,” John says.



“Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?” I ask.



“No, but I’m so ready to try,” Belle says.



John lubes up his cock, gets back on the bed, lays right next to Belle and slowly starts to enter her ass. Much to my surprise, Belle doesn’t even flinch. She must have been so horny that we could have done basically anything to her at that point.



John slowly starts to pump her in the ass. Belle lets out this moan that is half yearning and half scream. He pumps her slowly, like at one eight the speed with which he fucked her face.



I gauge the situation closely. Every time we do this, once we get to this point, I only join in if she just looks completely into it. Belle was absolutely completely into it. So I tell John to flip her over so that he’s on the bottom and she’s on top.



John eagerly flips her over. He stops pumping her so I can mount her. I jump on the bed and Belle looks at me with one of the most “come hither” eyes I’ve ever seen. I immediately shove my cock in her pussy and me and John just start fucking Belle hard.



Belle looked to be in complete ecstasy. Her head was rolling around, eyes closed, as she screamed out in pleasure. I was so glad that the music downstairs was pretty loud, because the last thing I would want is for her sister Kristina to hear this little session.



This position lasted a good 15 minutes. Me and John just kept going in and out of her. Me and John switched sides at least three times, each getting a few turns to fuck her ass.



Soon, me and John were ready. We pulled out of her and told her to get on the floor and on her knees. Belle happily obliged and was soon looking up at us as we jacked our cocks.



“Where do you want us to cum baby?” John asks.



“All over my fucking face. That’s what you guys like, right?” Belle says.



“Give us a little bit of help,” I say.



Belle knew exactly what this meant and again started taking turns sucking our cocks.



“Do you taste your ass?” John says.



Belle nods as she sucks his cock.



It only took like a minute before we both exploded. I came in her mouth as my cock was about halfway in. Belle gaged a bit and spit some out, but it dribbled out of her mount and onto her chest. John then came on her face, thick ropes of semen hitting her cheek, forehead and nose.



“How does it taste baby?” John asks.



“Amazing,” Belle says, trying to say it seductively.



Me and John just stand there and gaze in awe of the mess we made of this little teenager. Belle goes over to her pants and gets out her phone. I shit you not, she starts taking a few selfies of her cum splattered face.



This being the master bedroom of the place, I tell Belle to go and clean herself up in the shower. Me and John put back on our clothes and leave the room one by one. I later see Belle as she’s leaving with her sister, who looks none the wiser. I sure hope I left Belle with an nice impression of this place.

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As Edgar and Annie stepped into their house, he asked if she had any plans for the afternoon now that church was out of the way.



“I’ve nothing planned, darling. Why do you ask? Trying to sneak out for a game of golf or something?” she asked indulgently.



“You know me too well,” Edgar said. “Franklin and Henry said they were up for a game if I could get there in time.”



“Then you go ahead and sort it out, darling,” Annie said, bending down slightly and pecking him on the cheek. Her church dress – - a dark blue, sleeveless number that zipped up the front that still managed to show a good amount of the tops of her huge, fake tits – - apparently didn’t catch his eye, despite the amount of cleavage she was displaying.



“You don’t mind being lumbered with the boys this afternoon?” he asked.



“Oh, I’m sure they can find something to amuse themselves with,” she said, heading for the stairs, smiling to herself. “Actually, I think I’ll see what they’re up to at the moment. You get in touch with Franklin and Henry, darling. Don’t worry about me.”



By the time she reached the top of the stairs, she could hear her husband on the phone to one of his friends. She stepped into her bedroom and put her clutch bag on the bedside cabinet before heading back out to the landing. She tapped on the door to Bruce’s room as it was nearest and, when she had no answer, opened it. It was as messy as it always was with books, CDs, DVDs and games scattered about, and his bedding in complete disarray. She shook her head, partly in annoyance at his inability to tidy up after himself, partly in disappointment at his not being there.



She left his room and headed across the hall, Edgar’s voice carrying up from below, to Clark’s room and, again, tapped on it. Frowning at the lack of an answer, she opened it and stepped in, her look of disappointment changing rapidly.



Her eldest son’s room was the opposite of Bruce’s – - neat and tidy, the bed always made, his music and films all stored away in their right places – - but that wasn’t what made her smile. Clark was sat at his computer desk, slightly turned away from her, wearing a pair of earphones that were plugged into his laptop, his baggy lounge pants around his knees. On the screen in front of him, was the video he’d recorded the day before of he and his brother fucking Annie together in the lingerie store. The point of view film showed her deep throating her son’s huge cock time and again. As he watched it, Clark’s hand slid slowly up and down his big cock.



Annie walked quietly over to him, watching him jerking himself off as he watched the porno, until she stood directly behind him. She reached over his shoulder, her big tits squashing into the back of his neck as she took hold of his hard dick, making him jump in fright for a second before he smiled at her.



She pushed his headphones off and whispered “Your father’s downstairs so be quiet. So is this what you do when your dad and me are in church? Jerk off to porn?”



“Not just any porn,” he whispered back. “I’m watching me and Bruce fucking you.” He turned his head and kissed her as she slowly stroked his prick.



“So I see,” Annie said, looking at the screen. “God, you’ve both got such big cocks. I can’t believe I took both of them at the same time.” Clark’s dick lurched in her hand, dribbling a thick stream of clear pre-cum that she smeared all over the rosy knob and down his length, the slick sound of her hand job the only noise in the room for a while. “Talking of big cocks, where’s your brother?” she whispered.



“One of his friends came round, insisted he head out with him for some reason,” Clark said quietly, his gaze moving from the screen to his mother’s hand on his dick and back. “So I guess you have to make do with just me,” he said.



“Oh baby, I’m never just making do with you, don’t worry about that,” Annie said, stepping out from behind him. She bent at the waist, holding his cock upright, and sucked and licked at the head, taking the first few inches into her mouth.



“Annie, darling?” Edgar called from the base of the stairs. “Would you like a coffee or something?”



Annie took her son’s cock from her mouth. “No thank you, Edgar,” she called. “I’ll get myself a hot drink soon.” Clark stifled a laugh at his mother’s innuendo. “Sorry,” she whispered to him with a smile. “Couldn’t resist.”



As she bent down and sucked on his cock once more, he reached out and cupped her huge tits, groping and squeezing them gently. He found the zip at the front of her dress and pulled it down, peeling the sides apart so he could run his hands over her bulging tit flesh.



She stood up, letting go of his prick, and pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist. Beneath it she wore a tiny black G-string and a pair of thigh high hold up stockings. She cocked one leg over his, straddling his waist, and pulled her thong to one side.



“Want to slide that big cock up Mommy’s pussy?” she asked quietly.



Clark took hold of his prick and moved it slightly, the flared knob sliding between his mother’s slippery pussy lips before it slotted into her moist hole.



“God, mom, that feels good,” Clark said, watching his mother slowly lower herself down, her pussy spreading to accommodate his thick length.



“You’re not wrong, baby,” she sighed quietly, sliding herself up and down his pole. She placed her hands on his shoulders and inched her sopping wet twat over his cock, loving the feel of her son’s dick inside her. “Oh Clark, honey – - I want to go – - fucking wild on your cock – - but we can’t – - your father might hear,” she gasped.



“Then we’ll have to be quiet,” he said. He pulled the sides of her dress further apart, exposing her lacy black bra before pulling the cups down over her huge tits. He gently sucked on first one nipple then the other, cupping her enormous jugs, filling his hands with them. “Mmmmm, love your tits,” he mumbled.



“Ahh, yeah – - suck Mommy’s tits,” she whispered, cradling his head into her massive tits as she fucked her pussy up and down his cock. “Mmmmm, such a big cock for Mommy,” she purred.



“Annie, have you seen my golf clubs?” Edgar called from down below.



“In the garage?” she called back, stifling a gasp as Clark pushed his dick deep inside her pussy.



“No, I’ve looked in there,” he said. “Are they in your bedroom?”



Annie and Clark froze for an instant as they heard Edgar start walking up the stairs. She stood up, his cock slipping out of her pussy and slapping against his stomach, and pushed her dress down, then quickly pulled her dress zip back up, covering her tits. She rushed out of Clark’s room and went next door, into her own suite; had Edgar looked up he would have seen her but he had his head down, concentrating on the steps.



She looked at herself in her mirror – - a little flushed and, beneath her dress, her tits were still free of her bra but she thought she could pass.



“They’re not in here are they, darling?” Edgar asked as he walked in, looking around her room. They hadn’t shared a bedroom in some time, Edgar claiming he slept better on his own. He glanced up at her but didn’t notice anything amiss, it seemed.



“Now why would they be in here?” Annie asked. “I’m going to get changed in a moment, so hurry up,” she said with a hint of exasperation.



“Fine, fine, I just thought you might have picked them up by mistake or something,” Edgar said, casting his gaze around. “I’ll check my room,” he said and headed back out on to the hall.



“Fuck,” she whispered in annoyance. She hated being interrupted in just about anything but having to break off fucking her own son was the absolute worst! She unzipped her dress, slipped it off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor, pulling the cups of her bra back over her big tits. Despite him having paid for them, she couldn’t remember the last time Edgar had paid them any attention. Now, though, she had Clark and his brother to give them all the loving they needed.



She cupped her huge mounds, squeezing them slightly, watching them bulge around her hands as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She loved watching herself and anyone else have sex which is why Edgar had put the large mirror on the wall but, again, it had been a long time since he’d been the recipient of that.



“Damn, mom, you look sexy like that,” Clark whispered from behind her, making her jump.



“Clark! What are you doing in here?” she hissed, turning round to face him. “Your father’s in the next room.”



“I know,” he said, stepping over to her. “But you and me have unfinished business,” he said with a smile, nudging his still hard boner into her.



She slowly dropped to her knees and took hold of his cock, stroking it, lovingly licking it from his huge balls up to the flared knob that dribbled pre-cum over her lips as she kissed it. Her lips parted and she slid her mouth over his big prick head, sucking gently on it as she took it deeper, tasting his pre-cum and her own pussy juices.



“Yeah, suck that dick,” Clark urged her, running his hand through her short, black hair.



“Oh God,” she said, jerking on his big cock. “I must be out of my fucking mind.”



“Or maybe just really fucking horny?” Clark suggested, guiding her head back to cock, watching as she eagerly stuffed as much of it into her mouth as she could, forcing herself to gag and cough, thick lines of spit running down her chin to drip on to her big tits.



They both heard the door to Edgar’s room suddenly open. Annie stood up and pulled Clark by the hand into her en suite bathroom, closing the door just as they heard her bedroom door open.



“I’ve found my clubs, darling,” Edgar called.



“That’s – - that’s good. You enjoy – - the game,” Annie said from the bathroom.



“Are you okay? You sound a little breathless.” Edgar said, tapping on the bathroom door.



“I wonder why?” Clark whispered in her ear. He held her up against the wall right next to the door, one leg in his hand, her thigh up around his waist, as he slid his huge prick deep into her pussy once more.



“I’m fine – - just – - you know – - women’s things,” Annie said as steadily as she could, staring into her son’s eyes as he fucked her with long, slow strokes. She wanted him to pound his cock into her, shove his entire length deep up her cunt over and over but knew he couldn’t until his father had gone.



“Oh? Oh! Oh, I see – - ah, yes, umm – - women’s things, right,” Edgar said. Annie knew he had a long standing aversion to anything even vaguely medically related to female anatomy. “Are you – - er – - are you sure you don’t need me to – - ummm – - stay and help?”



“No, no – - I’ll be okay,” she said, watching as Clark bent his head and licked at the tops of her huge mounds of tit flesh. His cock slid in and out of her twat as he did, fucking her as she spoke with his father.



“I’ll be on my way, then,” Edgar said. “Be back late, might have a few drinks with Franklin and Henry.”



“Okay darling – - see you later,” Annie said. When they heard the bedroom door shut, she kissed her son passionately, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. “Oh you teasing bastard,” she whispered. “I so want you to fuck me hard now.”



“Well why don’t I?” Clark asked. She pushed him back gently, letting him pull his cock free of her cunt.



“We have to make sure your father’s gone,” Annie said. “Stay here until I tell you to come out.”



She kissed him again, stroking his cock that was slippery with her pussy juices and then licking her hand clean as he watched. She left the bathroom and headed over to the window that faced out on to the drive just in time to see Edgar load his golf clubs into the trunk of his car. He got in and a few seconds later drove off, heading for his round of golf.



“So he’s gone, then?” Clark asked from behind her.



“Jesus, Clark, I told you to stay in the bathroom,” Annie said with a smile as she climbed up on to the bed on all fours, her huge tits popping free of the lacy cups of her bra. “You should do what Mommy tells you, you know.”



He knelt up on the bed behind her, holding his huge cock and rubbing it along the glistening, juice slickened lips of her pussy.



“So what do you want me to do, mom?” he asked.



Annie looked over her shoulder at him. “Mommy wants you to fuck her, hard and fast, baby.”



“Now that I can do,” Clark said. He gave a tug on her G-string, tearing it off, then jammed his big dick balls deep in her pussy in one stroke.



“Uuuhgggghhnnn – - fuck yes! Fuck Mommy!” Annie cried, able at last to stop holding back. “Ahhhh – - fuck me – - fuck Mommy’s cunt!”



Clark did as she asked, packing his huge prick deep up her twat over and over, his hips slapping against her pert little ass as he gripped her hips and fucked her hard and fast.



“Fuck – - fuck that looks so good!” she moaned. Clark noticed her looking over to the side and grinned as he saw their reflection in the mirror. His mother’s huge tits swung back and fore as he pushed his thick fuck meat in and out of her cunt. “Ohhhh fuck – - watch Mommy, baby – - watch Mommy as you fuck her!” she groaned. “Watch as you make her – - fucking – - cum!” she yelled, her pussy spasming round his prick, her orgasm rippling through her as her son fucked her.



“God, I love fucking you, mom,” Clark gasped, never slowing his thrusts as she came.



“Oh God – - oh God – - Mommy loves it, too,” Annie groaned, watching their reflection all the while. She reached back with one hand and pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Would you like to fuck Mommy’s asshole now, baby? Mommy wants a good, hard ass-fucking, Clark. Would you like to do that for Mommy? Would you like to fuck Mommy’s asshole?”



“Jesus, mom – - you really like anal, don’t you?” Clark said.



“I love it – - love a big cock in my ass,” Annie moaned.



Clark pulled his prick from her pussy and moved it up, aiming the bulbous head at her tight little asshole. He pushed forward slowly, watching as her butthole opened up for his big prick.



“Uuhhhhh – - fuck – - slowly, baby – - you’ve got such a big dick,” she sighed as she felt him inch his iron hard cock up her ass. He started moving in and out, letting her get used to his size again. “Mmmmmm, yeah – - ohhhh, that’s it,” she sighed as he fucked more of his cock into her butt.



“That okay, mom?” Clark asked, watching their reflection one minute, then looking down at his cock disappearing up her ass the next.



“Ohhhh – - oh, that’s perfect – - give me more, baby – - fuck Mommy’s ass, now – - fuck it hard and deep! Fuck Mommy’s ass! Mommy needs your big cock up her ass!”



Clark sped up, shoving his big, thick meat up his mother’s butt, giving her the ass-fucking she craved. Her tight, hot ass muscles clasped his prick as he speared it up her hole for the second time in as many days. A tiny part of his brain wondered how his father could give up such a gorgeous, horny woman, but most of it was focused on fucking the hell out of her asshole.



“Fuck me – - fuck Mommy’s horny ass!” Annie yelled, loving the feeling of her son’s huge prick up her behind. “Jesus, baby – - gonna fucking – - cum again!” she cried, her pussy and ass clenching and spasming as he fucked her hard and fast, a second orgasm running through her body.



“Fuck, mom – - gonna cum too!” Clark grunted, packing his length deep up her ass.



“Cum on my face!” she cried. “Cover me in your cum!”



As much as it pained him, Clark drew his bloated cock from her hot ass and watched as she spun around and climbed down from the bed, kneeling beside it, beckoning him over. He stood in front of her, jerking on his prick before she knocked his hand away and sucked on his cock, stuffing it down her throat.



“Fucking hell,” he gasped, watching his mother go ass to mouth.



“Mommy wants your cum, baby – - give it to Mommy,” she said, jerking his dick, pointing it at her face.



Clark felt his prick swell in her hand as the familiar tightening in his balls signalled his own orgasm. He groaned as his dick spat out a huge line of viscous cream that splattered thickly over his mother’s face, laying from her forehead, over one eye and part of her cheek before hanging off her jaw. Another line and another shot from his prick, glazing her perfect features in streams of pearly white jizz, running down her face, over her smiling mouth as she continued jerking on his cock, aiming the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and more shots over herself.



“Cum on Mommy’s face – - that’s it, baby,” she cooed, coaxing out the remainder of his huge load, grinning up at him through the sticky white mess. She popped his cock head into her mouth, sucking down the last of his cum straight from the source. “Mmmmm, yummy,” she said, using his slowly softening prick to push his cum from her face towards her mouth.



“Fuck, mom,” Clark gasped, sitting on the bed, watching her scoop his cum from her face with her fingers before lifting her own tits and licking up the spunk that had dripped on to them. “I swear you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”



“Thank you, baby. It’s a shame you didn’t grab your camcorder; you could have filmed your Mommy getting fucked up the ass by your big dick.” She knelt in front of him, cleaning the last of his cum from her skin for a moment before smiling as something occurred to her. She nodded over to her clutch bag on the side. “Pass me my phone, would you? It’s in my bag.”



Clark did as she asked, watching as she pressed the screen a few times, all the while semi naked in front of him.



“I never mentioned why I jumped on you and Bruce yesterday,” Annie said, handing him the phone. “That might give you an idea.”



Clark took the phone from her and she smiled as his eyes went wide as he looked at the picture on the screen. His aunt Jessica, his mother’s older sister, was naked on her knees, her face and tits covered in cum. Beside her, also naked, were Jessica’s two sons, Hank and Lucas, Clark’s cousins, their big dicks in her hands, pointed at her tits. All of them were smiling at the camera and a message beneath it read: “Did it. Your turn. PS – - Kelly took the picture! XXX Jess”



“Shit, mom,” Clark said. “Auntie Jess is fucking Hank and Lucas?”



“And Kelly as well,” Annie said. “And that’s not all. Your aunts Samantha and Marie got fucked by their boys yesterday, too. What do you say to a bit of swapping? Want to try getting that big dick of yours in your aunties?”



“Damn right I do,” Clark said with a laugh.



“That’s what I hoped you’d say,” Annie said, leaning forward and licking at the stiffening rod of her son’s cock.

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“Hey!” Bonnie said, as she burst through the door. “Look what I found at the club.”



She leaped into my lap, waving a flyer. “We have a sexy Halloween party to go to.”



Since we’d moved together into her uncle’s condo a couple months before, we hardly had time to go out together.



Bonnie calmed down enough to show me the flyer. The headline said,



“Dress up for the sexiest night of the year! Spend Halloween Night with fun and sex!”



The graphics on the flyer suggested sex. Lots of sex. Silhouettes of people fucking in a variety of positions.



Bonnie gave me a big smoochy kiss and said, “Let’s go. It’s a lot better than sitting at home in front of the TV on Halloween. It looks like fun, and besides, maybe we can meet some new people there.”



So I spent a few hours in town choosing the best black tuxedo just like Pierce Brosnan in The World Is Not Enough. I splurged on the clothes and the shoes, and even bought a huge toy gun to put under it.



While I was dressing for the party, Bonnie stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel after her shower. She dropped the towel, twirled around and said, “How about I go as Lady Godiva?”



“I’d love it,” I said, “but you’ll get us both arrested.”



Seeing Bonnie’s naked body gave me a hard-on. I couldn’t get enough of watching her walking around the house nude. Her nipples always seemed to be erect, sitting on those soft, perky B-cup breasts.



She walked across the room to me and gave me a hug and another smoochy kiss. As she did so, she grabbed my cock through my trousers.



“Looks like someone is excited about the Halloween party,” she said.



“How about we fuck before we go?” I asked.



She laughed, “No, you’d better save your prick for the party. Who knows what kind of surprises we will have…”



Bonnie walked to the closet where her costume was hanging on a hanger. She slipped the short, black witch’s dress over her head and pulled it into place. It appeared to be pretty snug around her breasts and waist. She turned her back to me and asked me to zip up the back. Her dress had a high collar, it even covered her neck. The hem of her dress barely covered her ass. When she bent over to put on her black thong, I could see the puffy labia of her luscious shaved pussy.



She looked at me from between her legs. “Like what you see?” she asked.



“Of course,” I said. “And I’m wondering who else will see it tonight.”



Bonnie stood up and pulled up her thong. “Jealous, huh?” she asked. “As far as I know you don’t have any reason to complain.”



She was right. Since we’ve been together, Bonnie did everything to be sure I’m sexually satisfied. We had an open relationship, and it was for our mutual benefit. We tried out all the fantasies we wanted. And sometimes she even organized trysts like when she asked me to repair the vibrator, and I ended up fucking Clarissa, the ice queen of the office in the ass. Or when we were invited to the private party of the firm and she let me DP her with another guy. Yeah, that’s right. I didn’t have anything to complain about.



We were finally ready to go. Bonnie was wearing her sexy witch outfit with the authentic black hat, her naughty black dress that matched her glossy black hair, high black heels, and thong, underlined by black and yellow stripped stockings. I had my tuxedo on with a red bow-tie and the huge gun under my arm pit.



We called a cab. The driver eyed us up and down, but didn’t say anything. He opened the door for Bonnie and helped her with her long dress. He drove us to the industrial part of the city, where many factories were renewed for loft apartments inside them.



I paid the driver, left him a generous tip, then got out and held the door for Bonnie.



“Shall we?” I asked, and held her hand like a true gentleman.



“Yes, Mr. Bond,” she giggled. “Please take me to the fantasy world.”



We got the huge black steel door. The same sign was painted on it as on the flyer.



Halloween Night Party



“Welcome to the club!”



The tall, bald tattooed bouncer met us at the door and collected our entry fee. After he let us into the club, we walked down the dimly lit hallway. There were the typical Halloween decorations: pumpkins, huge fake spiders hung from the ceiling, and a ghost made from a sheet near the entry. From some speakers at the end of the hall, we heard the Halloween sounds of wolves howling, owls hooting, and witches laughing hysterically.



From side rooms off the hallway, we heard some laughing and moaning. They were the unmistakable sounds of sex.



After a corner, there was a man fucking a girl’s mouth. She was dressed as a French maid, in a dress black and white. She was on her knees, her hands tied behind her back by a pair of pink handcuffs. The guy was dressed as a British soldier from the World War II. He was holding her head by grabbing her hair and was thrusting his cock deep into her mouth.



“That’s it…,” he moaned. “Deeper…”



And he thrust his huge rod to her throat again and again. Then he pulled out and spanked her cheeks with it for a few times. A lot of saliva and his pre-cum were dripping from the end of his cock.



“Please put it back,” the maid sighed. The fluids from his cock were smeared on her face and stained her make-up. The guy grabbed her head tightly and pushed his cock back in between her full lips. He fucked her face faster this time, with full power and abandon. She moaned and chirped like a small bird.



The guy stopped, and we could see his body trembling.



“Don’4 swallow it yet…,” he moaned. “Keep it in your mouth, honey.”



She took all the guy sprayed inside her mouth. Some drops even dripped out at the corners of her lips.



“Now open it,” he ordered. She obeyed and he leaned down to check his cum collected on her tongue. Then he nodded,”Now you can swallow.” Which she happily did.



“That was so hot,” Bonnie said. “It made me crave for some man-sauce,” she added.



“Maybe you could ask her to leave some to you next time,” I nodded to the maid who was still on her knees, smiling happily at the soldier before her.



“Oh come on,” Bonnie held my hand and pulled me further along the corridor.



We found a room with a door left ajar. Inside there was a girl on her knees, dressed up as Catwoman. The black latex covered her whole body, only her cleavage was visible; she didn’t have huge tits but the look of her skin made the whole image even sexier. A matching black mask covered her eyes. She was surrounded by a bunch of guys in a variety of costumes: a Superman, a Zorro, a cop, a doctor, and a fireman. She was sucking Superman’s cock with abandon, but she already had some stains of cum shining on her black latex.



“Suck it!” the guys cheered.



She was working on the Superman’s steel hard cock with her eyes closed. The other men were jerking their cocks, and the cop held a small bowl in his hand. With a loud groan, he sprayed his cum into the bowl. He jerked everything into it, till the last drops, then gave it to the fireman. I could see the bowl was half of cum.



The fireman took the bowl and wanted to jerk off into it, but Superman finished fucking the Catwoman’s face:



“Give it to me, I’m coming!” he cried, and after he got the bowl, he shooted his thick, huge drops in it. The Catwoman was on her knees, giggling. When he emptied his cock, he poured the contents of the bowl on the Catwoman’s face. She quickly opened her lips and tried to catch every string of white cum dripping on her.



“Good kitty!” someone said.



“Drink your milk, Catwoman!”



“Lick it up!”



The men loudly cheered and laughed, watching her.



“Mmmm…,” Bonnie purred beside me.



“What a nice cock tail,” she emphasized the two last word for the sake of the joke.



“Oh yeah,” I said, grinning. “Maybe I should prepare something like that for you.”



“Good idea! Maybe for my birthday?”



I grinned and made a mental note.



We moved further. The next room was furnished as a medical room. There were two hospital beds in it, with two guys lying on them. A hot chick dressed as a nurse was riding one of the patients, jerking the other beside her. She had the slutty white costume and hat on, without any bra, and the costume slid up at her waist. I could see her red thong pulled away from her pussy and his cock entering her again and again. She was really in heat, moaning out loud and riding wildly. Her white dress was halfway open, letting the patient below her fondle her large, full tits which were bouncing wildly up and down as she rode him.



“Come on, let’s go!” Bonnie said. “I don’t feel comfortable in hospitals.”



So we went on. We found two cheerleaders 69ing on a large steel table. A huge black guy dressed up as Dracula jerked his cock on a chair beside them, and whispered obscenities to them,s



“That’s right… Lick that cunt, bitch..”



The girls wore the typical cheerleader outfit: short skirts and white T-shirts with huge football logos on them. The girl below was holding a large pink dildo in her hand and tried to stuff it into the other girl’s pussy.



“I’ve never seen a black Dracula before,” Bonnie told me. “Look, he even has his fake teeth!”



He sure had them and they made his grin even more evil. He watched closely as the pink dildo slid into the cheerleader’s pussy. He licked his index finger and slowly pushed it into the cheerleader’s asshole. The girl moaned out loud with her eyes closed.



“Excuse me?” I heard a tinkling voice and someone touched my arm. I turned around. A blonde girl was standing there, dressed up as a pirate girl. She was smaller than me, dressed in shredded clothes showing off her sexy brown skin. She had black boots on her feet, a black eyepatch pulled up to her forehead, and was wearing a colorful head scarf.



“Can you help me?” she asked with her green eyes glowing at me.



“What can I help you?” I asked like a real gentleman.



She looked me up and down, then explained, “We just have had some fun with some friends of mine, and we would like to continue, but we’re one man down.”



“One man down for what?” I asked.



“For being full,” she said with a smile which made me understand she was talking about her body. She turned to Bonnie and asked, “Do you mind if I borrow your man for a while?”



“Not at all,” Bonnie answered. “There’s a lipstick party anyway,” she pointed to the next room, the door left ajar.



I saw a row of guys with a row of girls on their knees before them, sucking and slurping their cocks fervently. Bonnie took out a red lipstick from her purse, and adjusted her makeup. “I wanna see how this red looks on black,” she winked at the pirate girl and the two of them shared a smile. “Good luck!” she said to me, then entered room with the lipstick party and closed the door behind her.



I didn’t have time to wonder because the pirate girl held me by the hand and led me up on some stairs.



“I planned everything,” she explained. “I selected the guys, talked it over with them, made them promise this will be our little secret. And you know, how guys are — they had their orgasm, they turn around and fall asleep and leave the poor girl unsatisfied. By the way, do you like sloppy seconds?”



I had no time to answer since she led me into a dimly lit room. There was a huge king sized bed in the middle, with the bedding wrinkled. There had clearly been some action going on here. I even smelled sex in the hot air of the room.



A guy dressed up as a football player was lying on the bed. He was huge and sweaty, his T-shirt torn to pieces so his muscular chest was visible. His helmet was on the bed beside him. He was naked below the waist, so I could see his huge cock pointing at us. He had his eyes half closed, but he watched us as we moved into the room.



“Who is this?” somebody asked. My eyes slowly got used to the dim light in the room. I could see a guy sitting in the arm chair near the door. He was dressed like a pilot, in a gray coverall with some badges and huge sunglasses on his face. He was chewing a gum and he had his soft cock out and jerking it in his hand. He looked like Tom Cruise from Top Gun, without the handsome face, of course.



“He’s the one who will take your place, honey,” the pirate girl answered. The pilot spit, but said nothing. “Come on, guys, let’s do this!” she said to the other side of the room. One of the shadows parted from the corner; it was a guy dressed up like Batman! His costume was perfect: black rubber clothes with the mask and the belt. But he didn’t move like the real Batman; he was staggering as he stepped to us. He held a bottle in his hand with only a few drop of whiskey at the bottom.



“Do you want some, mate?” he looked at me with a blank stare from under his mask.



“A drunken Batman? Really?” I asked the pirate girl, but she shrugged,



“He’s a good guy. And he’s still hard unlike my boyfriend…,” she waved her hand to the pilot in the arm chair.



She climbed on the bed, and sat on the football player’s groin. She adjusted his cock into her pussy, and slowly emerged on it.



“Oh that’s still good,” she moaned. Then she looked back at me and gestured to get behind her:



“Come on, Mr. Bond” she said, giggling. “Get your weapon ready.” But she bit on her lips because the football player held her hip and shoved his cock deeper into her.



I took my cock out. When I bought this tuxedo, I didn’t really think it would feel tight when I climbed behind a hot girl with a desire to fill her ass up.



I climbed behind her. The skin of her beautiful round ass showed up between the shreds of her pirate costume. She hung back me as she slowly began sliding herself up and down on the football player’s cock.



She winced a couple times, then said, “Oof,” as she finally had his cock fully inside her. The pirate girl bounced up and down a couple times, then lay on the guy’s chest. She looked back to me, and said,



“Fuck my ass with your huge cock!”



I put my legs above the guy’s thighs, adjusted my cock to the pirate girl’s asshole, and slowly slid it in. It went easier than I expected. Even though I could feel she was full with the football player’s cock in her pussy, my cock slid easily into her hot asshole. I even sensed something fluid on my skin. I reached down to check — it was cum.



“What the fuck?” I asked. The blonde girl looked back at me and winked,



“Is there something wrong?”



That was when I realized why she asked me whether I liked sloppy seconds. Somebody just fucked her in the ass!



“Whose cum is this?” I asked. I could see the pilot spitting on the floor again.



“Does it matter?” the girl asked. I looked in her big green eyes and I decided she was right. It didn’t really matter at all. If this was the price I had to pay for double penetrating this hot chick, then so be it.



I pushed into her deeper. She reached back and grabbed my head, “Oh god… That feels good,” she moaned.



The football player began fucking her pussy and only the membranes between her rectum and vagina separated my cock from his, and I could feel the head of his cock bump against mine, almost as if I was wearing a condom. He also held her by her hips so I could build up a steady rhythm and started fucking her ass.



The pirate girl was going, “Ungh… Ungh… Ungh…,” every time I bottomed out.



We fucked her steadily. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head closer to me. With my other hand, I spanked her ass a few times.



“Hell yeah!” she cried out. “See?” she told her boyfriend. “It’s easy. Even this guy can do it.”



“Yeah, after I relaxed the back door…” the pilot said, but the girl didn’t pay any attention to him. She enjoyed the hard fucking she got from us.



That was when Batman stepped in front of her. He gulped one from the bottle then pulled his cape away. I could see his cock was out and hard already. He grabbed her head and pulled her mouth on his cock. He pushed balls deep in her. She started bobbing on him immediately.



“Oh yeah!” he shouted. “Suck my cock, honey!”



We fucked her with a good rhythm. All her holes were filled, and her body tensed on our cocks like a taut bowstring. I thought I would speed up things a little by some nasty talk.



“Do you like to be stuffed?” I murmured into her ear while I fucked her ass hard. “Do you like these cocks in your body? Do you like to be sandwiched?”



“Mmmhmmm…” she moaned as she couldn’t talk with her mouth full with the Batman’s cock.



“Yeah? Would you like to get your holes filled with our sperm?”



“Mmmhhmmm…” she moaned again, but that wasn’t enough for me. I pulled back her head letting the cock in her mouth free.



“Say it!” I ordered.



“Yeah…” she groaned.



“Come on man!” the Batman said, whining. “What is your fucking problem?”



This drunken Batman was a little disappointing. A real illusion breaker. But I wanted to hear the pirate girl speaking dirty.



“Say it!” I ordered her again.



“I love your cocks!” she cried out.



“And…?”



“And I want you to fill me with your cum!” she cried again with her eyes closed.



That was enough for me. I pushed her head back to Batman’s cock. He greeted it with a grin and drained from the bottle. Then he threw the bottle to the floor, grabbed his cape and covered her bobbing head with it. I could hear she was giggling under the blue cape, but on muffled voice so she probably continued the sucking. The drunken Batman was laughing and he moved her head under the cape, fucked her face with large thrusts. Then he pulled the cape away. The pirate girl raised her head up, and jerking his cock, laughed at the guy before her,



“You’re a fucking animal!”



“I’m the fucking Batman!” he shouted, with his arms spread. The girl laughed, and I was grinning. But the football player below us didn’t say anything, he just pounded the girl’s pussy with his huge cock. The Batman grabbed the pirate’s blonde hair again and pulled her mouth back to his cock.



We fucked her with all our power. Now all the three cocks pounded her open and hungry gaping holes.



She closed her eyes again and cried out loudly, “That’s it! Fuck me!”



The pilot was watching us from the arm chair. He didn’t jerk his cock any more — he even put it away. But I could see he bit his upper lip a few times.



This made me fuck his girl even harder. I leaned on her, grabbed her tits through her costume and pounded her balls deep.



“Ohhh…” she cried out, “that’s so goood…”



I could tell she was close to her orgasm.



“Oh fuck… Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” she cried out.



I could feel her ass clamping down on my cock as she rode out her orgasm. The football player let go with his load, and I could feel his cock pulsing inside her. That was enough to make me unload, too. I pushed deeper and let all my juices shoot out into her hot, tight ass. I could feel my balls tighten and empty their load into her body.



But we didn’t have time to enjoy our mutual orgasms. The Batman pulled her away and forced her on her knees on the floor. He grabbed her head and jerked his cock furiously at her panting face. He only needed a couple of strokes, and came like a pornstar; with a loud groan, he sprayed his huge load on her cheeks, on her nose, on her lips, on her jaw, everywhere.



He backed up and sat to another armchair beside the pilot.



“See?” the pirate girl said. “That’s why I like him so much. I can always count on his big cock.”



“Did you enjoy yourself?” her boyfriend asked.



“Oh yeah… I’ve never come like that before.”



After we put our costumes back on, the pirate girl winked, then said to me,



“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Bond.”



I pointed at her and winked with my fingers doing like a shot at her. She smiled and I got out of the room.

My name is Benny, and I’m 29 years old. I wrote a script; a hard-R, 80s throwback, revenge movie, about a female prosecutor whose entire family is killed by the mob, so she goes on a killing spree with a sawed-off shotgun. The kind of thing James Glickenhaus used to make.



So, I got a call about a week ago, a female voice(and a sexy one at that), saying my script crossed her path, and she absolutely loves it, and she’s flying out to Boston to meet me, and talk about getting it made.



Last night, I was sitting in the Mexican bar and grill down the street from my apartment. At roughly the agreed upon time, Lizzy Caplan walked in. I certainly wasn’t expecting that.



“Wow, you said you were a big guy, but you’re fucking huge. How tall are you?”



“Six-six.”



“Shit.” She shook my hand, and sat down.



“That’s what I said when I saw it was you.”



“So, you’re a fan?”



“You could say that. At one point, I had kind of a crush on Faith Pitt.”



She giggled. “You watched that show?”



“Yeah, the whole month and a half it was on.” She out-and-out laughed this time.



“Well, let’s order some drinks.”



She ordered two shots of tequila, and we started to discuss my script; she was starting her own production company, and was interested in making my script her first project. As the evening went on, several more shots were ordered, as we hashed out the details of our deal.



Sometime after closing time, we stumbled back to my building. Believe it or not, we both drank the same amount, but were the same level of drunk. And I thought I could hold my liquor.



“Well, thanks for walking me back, I guess. I can call you a cab if you like.”



“Ooohhh no. You’re not getting rid of me that easy.” She got up on her tippy-toes and gave me a long kiss.



“Okay, now I know you’re drunk. Even I’m starting to look good to you.”



“Shut up and open the door.”



As soon as I shut my front door, Lizzy jumped up on me, and continued making out with me.



“Hmm, where’s your bedroom, big guy?”



“This way.” I carried her to my room, as she chewed on my earlobe.



Once there, she got down, and started kissing around my neck and chest, rubbing her hands up and down my chest and shoulders, and grinding her hips against the front of my jeans.



“Well, someone came prepared.” Lizzy rubbed my bulge with her hand, then started undoing my jeans, before finally sliding her hand down the front of them, and wrapping it around my granite-hard cock, and then whispering, “Take your shirt off.”



She kissed down my bare chest and stomach, then pulled down my pants and boxers, causing my cock to bounce out, and then she wrapped her lips around the head, and started licking and sucking on it, while stroking the shaft with her hand. “Uhhh…fffuck…”



Periodically, she pulled it out, licked up the shaft, and flicked her tongue on that spot just under the head. After a bit of this, she paused for half a minute to take her shirt off, and remove her bra, then wrapped her big titties around my cock, moaning as she rubbed her soft titty flesh on my swollen, bright red cock-head. She alternately sucked me off and titty-fucked me, until I felt I was about to cum.



“Uhm, wait. I wanna do you now.”



Lizzy stripped down completely, than lay down on my bed. I got down on top of her, and we again kissed, tongues writhing together, then I moved down, kissed down her neck, making her shiver a little, then down her shoulders. She lifted her arms, sighing, and put her hands behind her head, so I kissed and licked her armpits, which made her flinch; presumably she’s ticklish under there. I got to her breasts, and squeezed them roughly, while I licked and sucked on her pebble-hard nipples. “Uhm…” I continued kissing down, inch by inch, down her stomach, licking around the rim of her navel, and sticking my tongue in, continuing down. I kissed around her bush, as she slowly spread her legs, and then I kissed and caressed her inner thighs, and even touched the backs of them with my fingertips, again making her flinch slightly.



I then started teasing her pussy, licking up one side of it, and then the other. “Ha-a-a-a-a-aaah…” she sighed, as I licked closer and closer to her pussy, before finally burying my tongue in the middle, probing deeper with every stroke. “Oh! Oh, God!” I glanced up, and saw her squeezing her tits, digging her nails into them. “Oooh, GOD! This is so fucking good!” Her juices were practically gushing out of her, as my tongue probed ever deeper, and I started rubbing her clit rhythmically with my thumb. Suddenly, she sat up, put her hands on the back of my head, and just curled around it. I wish I could’ve seen her face, because she started screaming so loud, I was sure any second my neighbors would be banging on the walls. “OHGOD! OHGOD! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!” Finally, she leaned back, and I started kissing my way back up. Just past her navel, she grabbed my hair, pulled my head up, and gave me the sexiest Kubrick stare I’ve ever seen. “Get up here and put your cock in me now, mother-fucker.”



I crawled up, and slid my now throbbing cock into her, and her brow creased as I was going in. I put my hands on either side of her to support myself, but she grabbed my wrists, and placed my hands on her tits. “Lean on these.” Apparently, she really likes having her titties manhandled. She pulled me down, so she could put her arms around me. I began thrusting into her, and her face screwed up, as I began to speed up. Her nails dug into my back, and she started biting my neck, as I brought her to another intense orgasm.



I got up on my knees, grabbed her hips, and started going even harder. “OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!” Her tits were bouncing hard, and the look on her face suggested she was feeling it all through her body. She grabbed my bed’s posts, as if to say, “Don’t hold back, mother-fucker! I’m not gonna break!” I went even harder, and she let out a scream that probably had at least one person thinking I was murdering someone in my apartment.



I felt my cock start to contract, so I quickly pulled it out, and completely douched Lizzy from neck to twat with my seed, which she then rubbed into her tits and stomach, while smiling and sighing deeply in satisfaction. I leaned back down, and we tongue-kissed again, then I slumped down next to her. We fell asleep, knowing we would both be sore in the morning.

Author’s Note:



Thank you to all of you who left such kind comments on the previous installation. It has been really encouraging to see the positive response to this series to this point. A warning: this story features anal sex, if such acts offend you, stop reading here.



You will likely notice that this installation is substantially (read two times) longer than the previous in the series, this is for two reasons.



First: pacing. I like a lot of build-up and to include a story, but to include that while also including ‘action scenes’ if you will, I have to make these things longer or the series will be twenty-some chapters long, which I would rather avoid, cut out the story elements which I would also rather not do, or remove the ‘action scenes’ which would simply defeat the purpose of writing erotic fiction.



Second: self-censorship. I received a comment from a reader regarding Coach King (another series of mine, for new readers) telling me my chapters were too long, which stuck with me for some foolish reason. When preparing ‘Taken By The Wind’ I started breaking it into smaller chunks, thinking that would be better. I’ve found that I don’t like doing it that way, as I found myself leaving details out that I might otherwise include to satisfy some self-imposed page count.



I understand if some of you do not like this change, and I am sorry if this stops you from reading the remaining chapters of this series, but I do not intend to go back to the other way. To the rest of you, thanks for sticking with me, and I assure you this will not delay the release of the upcoming chapters in any way.



This has already been abhorrently long-winded, so I’ll end it there.



Cheers,



-Max



PS. If you are new to the series, or me in general, hello. I recommend reading the previous installments first, and if you enjoy them, perhaps check out my other series.



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Chapter 4:



The pain was familiar but no less agonizing for it. Brianna groaned, and rolled away from the wall. Her hand brushed against something, it was warm. Her fingers went further, it was an arm. At first she thought it was Courtney’s but it was too big, too hairy, and altogether too masculine. Brianna’s eyes opened and she looked over to her side, she yelped and sprang back, her butt impacting the wall loudly.



Rob stirred and his eyes fluttered open, he pressed his hand to his forehead and looked for the source of the sound that had woken him. He glanced at Brianna, and the events of the previous night came back to him.



Brianna stared wide-eyed at Rob, at his naked body as he lay on his stomach beside her, his disheveled hair, and his tired eyes.



Her eyes widened in fright. “Did we…”



Rob looked at her and frowned. “No.”



“Oh thank God,” she said. She put her hand over her eyes, relieved that her fears had not been realised.



“Gee, thanks,” Rob quipped, grinning at her tiredly.



Brianna blushed. “No, it’s just… Well, I’m not into… I mean I don’t like…” she stammered. “I like girls,” she said finally. “If we’d…”



“Oh,” Rob said. “I get it.”



The questions that would have arisen if she had slept with him were sure to have been confusing and painful for someone who had gone through it all in the opposite direction. Brianna had only told Courtney and her family so far.



“So, you and Courtney?” Brianna asked, averting her eyes from his naked body timidly.



“Uh, yeah. I guess,” he replied. His memories of the previous night after a certain point were pretty foggy. Images flashed behind his eyes, of Courtney in the bathroom, then in the bedroom. He felt like he could still taste her lips. He felt drained, but pleasantly. The most vivid memory he still held was of her body rippling and shaking under him, so he hoped she had had a good time as well.



“Uh, listen. I’m not really ‘out’ yet,” Brianna said nervously, not sure why she had told him in the first place. It had just felt necessary.



Rob looked at her. “Oh, okay. I won’t tell anyone.”



It was then that he recognized her as the girl taking body shots off of the redhead the previous night.



She smiled appreciatively. “Thanks, Courtney’s the only one I’ve told outside of my family.”



“And now there’s me,” he said, grinning at her while squinting against the sunlight.



At that moment Courtney entered through the closed bedroom door, a small dog under her arm. Rob smiled when he saw her, and she grinned back at him tiredly as she set Winston down. She had changed out of her dress and into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her hair was wet from the shower she had just had. She came back to the bed, sliding in between Rob and Brianna.



“Nice tattoo,” Courtney said, running her hand along his back.



“Thanks,” he said.



It was a tree with its roots and branches entwined to form a circle, shaded in with black and positioned in the upper portion of his back. It was not large, but it was not small either, centered ideally horizontally so that the trunk followed the line of his spine. Courtney studied the intricacy of the design, the knotted and twisted branches and roots linked together, simultaneously masculine and beautiful. She ran the tip of her finger along his flesh, the slightest contact stirring a deep and lustful part of Rob.



The tattoo had been the source of a great deal of controversy with his parents when he had had it done earlier the previous year. His father hated the thing, and so his mother did as well on principal. They had come around eventually, however, or at least accepted the fact that it was not going away any time soon. It was a trick Rob had learned from Jane, go ahead and beg forgiveness later. If the offense was not too egregious you would get away with a few privileges taken away and a severe talking to.



Courtney’s finger continued to circle his tattoo, following every root and branch with just the nail of her right forefinger. She was studying the exposed flesh of his shoulders and back, as well as the well-muscled arms that disappeared under the pillow his head was resting on. The same pillow she had screamed into the previous night as her orgasms had crashed over her.



That this sleepy-eyed, soft-spoken Rob was the same guy who had done that to her the previous night seemed impossible. That it was Rob Kavanagh at all, seemed impossible. North Side girls were not supposed to hook up with South End guys. Still, it was him, the flesh beneath her fingernail was real, the hairs rising to attention on the back of his neck at the sensation of it were really there, and the flush she felt forming on her cheeks as she studied his physique was genuine.



“You should get dressed, don’t want to tempt Brianna,” Courtney said, startled by her response to seeing him like this.



Rob laughed. “I’d be barking up the wrong tree wouldn’t I?”



He shifted on the bed as she took her hand away, ignoring the rising erection pressing into the mattress beneath him.



Courtney blinked. “What do you mean?”



“He knows Courtney,” Brianna said.



“You told him?” Courtney asked incredulously.



“Yeah. I mean, I didn’t really mean to, it just sort of slipped out I guess,” she replied.



“Well, I guess that’s one less person I can’t tell,” Courtney said.



Brianna smiled gently. “I’m getting more comfortable with saying it I guess.”



Rob felt like he was observing a moment he was not fully a part of, he lacked the backstory but he saw the gratitude in Brianna’s eyes and the support in Courtney’s. Winston chose that moment to jump up on the bed and attack Courtney’s ankles with wet kisses. She squealed and laughed, sitting up and lifting him into her lap. He snuffled in the bowl between her crossed legs, snuggling against her as she scratched his ears.



“I’m going to go get cleaned up,” Brianna said.



“Okay,” Courtney said. “Use the one downstairs, everyone else is pretty much gone already but Wayne and Amy are still in the one up here.”



“Alright,” Brianna replied as she walked to the door, closing it behind her.



Rob rolled over, his lower body covered by a blanket. He reached over and let Winston smell his hand before scratching him behind the ears. This let Courtney observe his naked torso, which made her feel warm again so she averted her eyes. She needed to discuss what had happened with him. She did not want to come across as desperate, but she hoped against hope that he actually felt something for her and did not just see her as a notch in his belt.



“So,” Courtney began, “about last night…”



Rob’s heart sank, fearing he was about to be rejected by two girls in the span of a week and a half.



“Yeah,” he said.



Courtney stroked the dog in her lap, feeling strangely nervous. What did it matter if it was just a one off thing? She had had as much fun as he had. The flirting had been pleasant, the dancing exciting, and what followed… Well, from what she remembered, it had been a lot more than pleasant and exciting. But, Courtney found herself not wanting it to just be a ‘one off thing’, she wanted it to be an ‘as many times as I can get it’ thing.



This unsettled her, when she felt like this she usually wound up in a relationship lasting a few months that ultimately led to her in tears and an ice cream binge. She really was not looking for another one of those kinds of relationships. She wanted something more permanent, something more stable. Courtney had not had an actual ‘boyfriend’ for a while, only guys she had fun with. She had upped her standards and was having difficulty finding a guy that met them.



“I… I just guess, I mean… I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything. But I’d like to hang out again or something,” she said. “If you want to,” she added.



Courtney hated how those words had come out, but she was nervous. She normally was not this tongue tied. Then again she was used to having the guys do the asking. But what was she asking for really? What did she want from him? She knew that he could not actually date her. His parent’s would kill him. Hell, most of his friends would advise against it given the reputation she had been saddled with in high school. It seemed so long ago now, but it really had not been at all.



Courtney waited for the rejection. It would be nice, that was the way Rob was, but it would still leave her feeling embarrassed. Her wings would burn and she’d come hurtling towards the Earth.



“Yeah, for sure,” Rob replied, not wanting to sound too eager.



Courtney felt her heart lift and a smile bloomed on her face. A strange fluttering started in her chest, a smile wider than was appropriate for the moment stretching along her lips. Courtney felt flustered, and more than a touch flushed. She decided she needed to get away from him now or she would mess this up.



“Cool. You’d better get dressed,” she said, getting up from the bed.



Winston trotted beside her as she left the room, leaving Rob to put his clothes on. His shirt was wrinkled from being in a ball on the floor all night, but as he looked at himself in the full-length mirror that Courtney had on the back of her door he did not think he looked too hung over. Rob realised that he was alone in her room, and took the opportunity to look around. The floors were hardwood, the walls a warm red color, trimmed with white. What caught his attention was what she had pinned up on the wall behind her bed.



Normally girls had posters of their favorite bands and singers, but Courtney had records of hers. They lined the entire expanse of the wall, the album covers displayed above the vinyl record themselves, which she had mounted below them. He glanced at the names: Rush, Genesis, Van Halen, Black Sabbath, and many others. Either she had them up for show as a way to impress people, or she genuinely liked all those bands. In which case, she had a very wide range in taste.



Rob decided to leave before it became too obvious that he was snooping. He left the room and entered the hallway to find it empty. He walked down the stairs, finding Wayne waiting for him at the bottom.



“Good night?” he asked him.



Wayne stretched. “Yeah. Sore as hell though. Bathtubs are no place for people my size to sleep.”



“You looked pretty comfortable to me,” Rob replied cheekily.



Wayne shrugged and grinned. “How about you?”



“Yeah, it was great,” he replied.



Wayne nodded. “I thought it would be.”



The way he said it rubbed Rob the wrong way.



“What do you mean?” he asked.



Wayne squinted at him tiredly as he yawned. “Nothing really, Courtney’s got a good reputation in that department is all. One could even say it precedes her.”



Rob frowned slightly, not quite sure what to make of that. Amy arrived by Wayne’s side and ran her hand down his arm.



“What’re you guys talking about?” she asked.



Wayne wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her petite body against his immense bulk.



“You sweetness,” he said smoothly.



Amy smiled. “Nice things I hope.”



Wayne nodded. “The nicest.”



The little blonde smiled happily and leaned up for a kiss. Rob wondered if he would be seeing more of Amy, Wayne had a charming personality and seemed to acquire girlfriends easily. He was a big softie though, and often got taken advantage of. They continued to talk and they were joined by another couple, Karen and Adam, as they came walking down the stairs.



Rob’s eyes met Karen’s for a moment, and a look passed between them. It was over before Rob was even sure there had been something to it. Karen held Adam’s hand as the five of them talked at the foot of the staircase.



Courtney joined them, her hair now tied back in an athletic ponytail and wearing running shoes. She stood beside Rob but did not take his hand or press against him like the other girls were doing to their dates from the previous night. Winston sat beside her, leaning against her leg. The five of them congratulated her on throwing a great party, and she took their thanks gladly. It could be a lot of pressure having to live up to her reputation.



“Do you need a hand cleaning up?” Karen asked.



She looked exhausted, and horribly hung over. Adam looked dismayed at the idea that he may be caught up in the offer. Courtney laughed and waved her hand dismissively.



“Nah, I’ll be alright,” she replied.



“Are you sure?” Rob asked. “I could stay. Amy, you could give Wayne a ride home right?”



The blonde smiled brightly at the idea. “For sure.”



Wayne grinned at Rob appreciatively for his skillful wingmanship, and Courtney looked at him for a moment. In truth Rob was not being entirely altruistic. Courtney in a pair of sweatpants and a cotton shirt was as sexy as the Courtney in the body hugging dress from the previous night. Maybe more so because now he had first-hand experience of what made the curves and swells of her body so alluring.



She shrugged. “Alright, if you want to. I could use someone to move the furniture back.”



That decided the remaining party guests began to depart. Karen took Courtney off to the side and they shared a hurried conversation.



“How was it?” she asked.



Courtney grinned innocently. “How was what?”



“Oh come on, you and Rob. You did it, right?” she asked.



The brunette shrugged her shoulders noncommittally. “Maybe,” she said coyly.



Karen whined. “Tell me.”



Courtney gave in, unable to maintain the façade of nonchalance.



“Okay, it was good. At least I think it was, we were pretty high at the time,” she said.



Courtney was understating, she hasd been practically dizzy with how good it felt with him.



Karen’s eyes widened. “You got Rob Kavanagh high?”



“Yeah, he’s a trooper actually. Took it no problem,” she said.



Karen smirked. “And the ‘knee-knocker’, how’d you take that.”



Courtney’s eyes widened and she laughed. “Whoa, naughty girl!”



“I’m the bad one remember?” she remarked.



“Yeah, and I’m evil,” Courtney replied.



They were quiet for a moment as the laughed to themselves.



“Listen, Karen. I…” Courtney began uncertainly. “Was Kavanagh your ‘Joe Schmoe’?” she asked.



Karen blushed. She thought of denying it, but could see Courtney’s intuitive guess had already been confirmed by her hesitation.



“Uh, yeah.”



Courtney nodded thoughtfully. Those two syllables hung between them for a long moment of silence where Courtney’s mind considered the way that knowledge changed the dynamic. If she was honest with herself, Courtney had suspected Rob was the one Karen had slept with the previous week from the beginning. He fit the bill of a) nice, b) cute, and c) present that would lead to that type of event. Karen would not just sleep with any guy, but Rob Kavanagh?



If she had wanted to get back at Adam he was the right guy to do it with. That would have just been the icing on the already very tasty cake. That Adam hated everyone who came from the South End with an irrational passion would just heighten the appeal of the already very attractive package that Rob had presented to Karen.



But what did that mean for her and Rob? Should Courtney stop now? Was Rob really that good of a guy if he’d jump from one girl to another? That was harsh, and Courtney knew it. But she couldn’t help but let doubts creep in. They always did, eventually, and usually became perceived faults resulting in her ending a relationship.



Was it even worth trying it with Rob? Would it hurt Karen if she did? No guy was worth that, even one that she had had a crush on since he had shown her a small amount of kindness in tenth grade.



Karen caught wind of what her friend was thinking and sought to snuff out those ideas before they caught flame.



“Listen, it was just a one-time thing. I was down about Adam, Rob was being nice and whatever. We had too much rum, we were both lonely, and things got out of hand. It didn’t mean anything, I’m with Adam,” she said emphatically.



“Really?” Courtney asked. “Are you positive that’s all it was? I don’t want to try something with him if it’s going to hurt you. There are plenty of other guys out there.”



Karen could see that Courtney was serious about this. She would cut all ties with Rob if she thought Karen would get hurt by her dating him. It frustrated Karen that Courtney was so very careful about hurting others but had a reputation for being the exact opposite because of one mistake. Karen was delighted that Courtney and Rob had hit it off so well; everything had gone exactly as she had hoped it would. She had Adam, and now Courtney had an opportunity with a great guy.



“Yes, I’m positive. I love Adam, remember?” she asked.



The corner of Courtney’s mouth twitched unhappily. “Yeah, I know.”



Karen ignored the tone that had crept into Courtney’s voice, seeking to assure her that she and Rob had just been a one-time thing. They were friends, that was all, and things were going really well with Adam right now. Last night had been a bit of a dud in the bedroom, but everything prior to that had been fine. He had been charming and nice to everyone, including Brianna, who both were trying to forgive for Courtney’s sake.



Karen did not want to make Courtney choose between her and a friend she had had since kindergarten, perhaps because she feared who she would choose. Adam had been surprisingly good at being civil towards Brianna, something Karen took as a sign that he was changing. He had never been a forgiving soul, and seeing that he was being one for her made Karen sure that he really was trying to be a better man for her.



“Do you like him?” Karen asked.



Courtney smiled. “He’s cool, I guess.”



Karen recognized that look. “You totally do! I knew you would.”



Courtney could not help the smile on her face, she felt silly but thinking of him made her happy.



“Yeah, I do. I didn’t think I would though, I mean he’s not… What I’d thought he’d be like,” she said.

“Did you think he’d be a snob?” Karen said.



“No,” Courtney said. “I knew he was a good guy, but I also thought he’d be… different.”



Karen shrugged, “Maybe you could use something a little ‘different’.”



After the past year Courtney had had, she thought Karen may be right.



Courtney grinned. “Live hard, die young, right?”



The two shared a hug. “Not too young though,” Karen said.



“Right, all the greats die at twenty-seven. I’ve got a few more years,” she said jokingly.



The two returned to the door, finding that Brianna had joined the crowd. She shifted awkwardly when she saw Karen, seeing the hostility in Karen’s gait despite her intention to not be adversarial. Courtney knew there was a deeper cause than mere intimidation that made Brianna nervous around Karen, but the blonde girl would never admit it to Karen. Wayne and Amy had already left, leaving just Adam, Karen, and Brianna.



The rest of the guests departed, Brianna the last through the door, leaving Rob and Courtney together as she shut the door behind them. He had called his parents, letting him know he would not be home until late. His father was not too happy about this, he did not seem to think that it was appropriate for Rob to spend this much time out of the house.



If only he had known where his son was. That would have really caused a problem for him.



Rob half-expected Courtney to want to just hang out, but she put him to work as soon as the door closed at Brianna’s back and the two had wolfed down a bowl of cereal. They made their way through the house top to bottom, the two of them laughing with each other as they worked. Rob was glad to see he was still able to talk to her coherently while sober.



Courtney had him help her take down the fold away tables that had had the drinks on them, causally grabbing his arms and giving them an appraising squeeze when she had him return the dining room table to the dining room.



“Should be able to handle it,” she said.



“It’s not too heavy,” he said.



“It’s not the table I’m worried about,” she said. “How’s your stamina?” she asked boldly.



One thing Rob noticed about Courtney was that she flirted almost constantly, and was big on touching. Her hands seemed to always find a way to glide across him. She was not shy about it either, pinching his ass more than once, hard enough to make him jump. Courtney would flash him a playful grin and continue on as if she had not done anything. They reached the basement, one of the rooms Rob had not gone into the previous night.



Courtney cursed under her breath when she saw the mess; the stream of profanity would have made a sailor blush. There was trash everywhere, beer cans, food wrappers, condoms from the apparent orgy that had taken place. Rob looked at the mess dismayed, he wanted to finish cleaning and hang out with Courtney, but this was going to take a while.



“Gloves,” Courtney said finally. “We need gloves, come on.”



Rob followed her up the stairs, his eyes glued to her toned ass as she seemed to sway gracefully up the steps. It seemed like she was putting a little extra emphasis into each swing of her hips, or that was just how she walked. Courtney seemed to radiate sex appeal, her natural motions made sultry by her impossibly perfect figure. Rob had never met a girl he was more physically attracted to, and wished his memories of the previous night were clearer.



One image was clear though, what lay beneath the form fitting material of those sweatpants, the firm flesh of her tight ass that sloped gracefully into her long, toned legs. They retrieved the gloves and returned to the disaster zone, Courtney bravely attending to the couch which served as the epicenter of the mess. Another thing Rob had noticed about Courtney was that she had a beautiful singing voice. She sang softly as she cleaned, humming some courses, absently giving Rob a concert.



“The north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing south,” she sang softly, humming the next line.



He kept sneaking glances at her as they cleaned, even not dressed to impress she was hard not to look at. Courtney felt his eyes on her and felt flattered. Despite her apparent confidence she was feeling nervous around him, but a good kind of nervous, a fun kind. Rob had scored big points by not only volunteering to help her clean up, but actually being helpful in completing the task. The basement took a long time to clean, and by the time they were done they were both relieved to have the task completed.



Courtney led him upstairs to the kitchen, letting him ogle her ass once more. They entered the previously cleaned kitchen and she opened the fridge door, peering in. Rob leaned back against the countertop while she rummaged around, apparently finding nothing worth eating. His stomach was rumbling, having not eaten anything but the cereal at breakfast. He began to glance around the kitchen, spotting a box of pasta above the fridge.



“Do you have a can of diced tomatoes?” he asked.



Courtney looked up from her unfruitful search, a confused look on her face.



“Uh, not sure. Check the cupboard,” she said, gesturing to the one she was referring to.



Rob went over to it and dug through it, finding what he was looking for quickly. More rummaging provided additional ingredients and he attracted Courtney’s attention when he began banging around looking for a pot.



“What are you doing?” she asked.



“Making dinner,” he replied.



Courtney grinned. “Jeez, I should keep you around. Clean, cook, and not half bad looking, you’d spoil a girl.”



Rob grinned. “I’m not being entirely selfless, that leftover meatloaf looks like it was made sometime before the turn of the century.”



Courtney laughed. “Self-preservation.”



“Exactly,” Rob replied. “Now, pass me an onion and the olive oil.”



Courtney acted as Rob’s sous-chef, the smell of the pasta sauce wafting into the kitchen and making both their stomach’s grumble.



“God that smells good,” Courtney said.



Rob grinned. “My Nona taught me to cook, I’m nothing compared to her.”



“I’ll have to thank her,” she replied.



A half-hour later the sauce and pasta was ready. It was a simple rose sauce, but it was delicious. Courtney had never had a guy cook for her before, and as she gobbled down the food she decided she could get used to it. Rob sat across from her at the table, watching her while he ate. They talked, the language getting more flirtatious. Courtney was making obvious double entendre with the words ‘sauce’ and ‘noodle’. She made Rob blush as she let a noodle slide between her lips slowly, wiped away the sauce with a finger and then sucked on it while moaning pleasurably.



Courtney smiled at him saucily around her finger, her straight white teeth pressing down against her knuckle, her big brown eyes burning into his hungrily. She fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously, and they both laughed a moment later at the intentional silliness of the action. They finished their food, and Rob let Courtney clean up while he freshened up in the bathroom.



With the house clean, and the two of them fed, Rob wondered if she would want him to leave. Surprisingly he was not tired, he had slept well the previous night and his hangover had dissipated over the course of the day.



Rob left the bathroom and found Courtney closing up the dishwasher, pressing the buttons to start it. There was a rumble and a gurgle, and the machine began to run. Courtney hadn’t seen him come in, and was singing to herself again.



“The sink is full of fishes / ’cause she’s got dirty dishes on the brain / and my dog’s been itchin’/ itchin’ in the kitchen once again,” Courtney sang, stepping around Winston and adjusting the lyrics to suit her actions effortlessly.



The faithful pug followed her everywhere, and she clearly adored the little dog. She turned and smiled at Rob when she saw him.



“Do you want to hang out for a while? Or do you need to go home?” she asked.



“I’m fine with sticking around,” he said. The damage with his father had already been done, he would get a talking to for being out for so long but he really could not have cared less.



Courtney picked up Winston and scratched his ears while cradling him in her arms.



“Cool, let’s go downstairs,” she said.



Rob followed her back down to the basement, now smelling heavily of air freshener and disinfectant. They sat down on the couch and Courtney turned the TV on. Winston chose to curl up between them, resting his head against Courtney’s thigh so she could continue the ear scratching she had started earlier. Rob petted the dog’s flank, making him very happy.



“He’s really well behaved,” Rob commented.



Courtney laughed. “All it took was some bits of kibble. This little guy likes his food,” she replied fondly.



“How old is he?” he asked.



“About a year and a half,” she replied. “My mom bought him for herself but couldn’t take care of him. Rather than send him to an animal shelter I convinced my Dad to let me adopt him as my graduation present.”



“Oh,” Rob replied. “Why couldn’t your mom take care of him?” he asked.



Courtney’s good mood shifted slightly. “She’s not very good at that kind of thing,” she said.



Rob didn’t ask any more questions, seeing that this was clearly a sore spot for Courtney. Instead he moved on to a more neutral topic. They talked for a while, letting the TV drone on in the back ground, Winston enjoying the double attention he was getting. Eventually he asked her about her thing for music, which brought her right back to talking about her mom, though this time she did not seem to mind.



“My mom started it actually. She’s in a band, I think she thought she’d be the next Stevie Nicks or something, I definitely heard enough of her music as a kid anyway. She actually wanted to name me ‘Rhiannon’ after the Fleetwood Mac song, but my Dad wanted to call me Mabel after my grandmother. They compromised, so I got stuck with those as my middle names and they found something less unusual for my first name.



‘As for the singing, I don’t know. It was just something we did. She’d sing to me and I’d sing back, I think she got a kick out of hearing her daughter singing music that would have horrified her parents,” Courtney said, laughing at the thought.



“Where’s your mom now?” he asked.



Courtney shrugged. “Still travelling, touring with her band. She’s being trying to hit her big break for twenty years.”



Rob nodded.



“What about your mom?” she asked.



Rob laughed, “She’s an OB/GYN, not quite as glamorous.”



“I bet she makes good money though,” Courtney replied.



“I guess,” he replied neutrally.



“How about your Dad?” she asked.



“He’s COO at Fletcher’s,” Rob replied, again a little uncomfortable.



Fletcher’s was a construction firm that dominated their region. They built everything from houses to water mains. Vertically integrated almost to the point of monopoly in the region, Fletcher’s was the top job creator in town.



“What about your dad?” he asked hurriedly to get off the topic of his parents.



People sometimes got weird with the subject. They either assumed he was a snob and disliked him for it, or they assumed he had an unlimited amount of disposable income and tried to curry his favor with false pleasantness. He disliked both, but the latter was more grating.



“He’s a carpenter,” Courtney replied.



Rob nodded. “My grandfather did carpentry as well. He did lots other things too though; he seemed to have an interest in everything.”



“What about you?” she asked.



“I’m in Engineering,” he told her.



Her eyebrows lifted. “Wow, that’s cool.”



He laughed humorlessly. “Not according to my Dad,” Rob said.



Courtney frowned. “Why not?” she asked.



“He wanted me to go into business,” he explained, “to take over his job someday I guess. My sister was supposed to become an orthodontist or optometrist or something, but she’s at Julliard for drama, so we’re both disappointments.”



Courtney laughed. “Jesus. He’d hate me, I’m in cosmetology.”



Rob shrugged. “Nah. You’d just flash that perfect smile at him and he’d be putty in your hands.”



He did not actually believe that, his father was not nearly so easily won over, but the compliment got him a smile, showing off those straight pearly whites.



“All natural,” she said.



“Just like the rest of you,” Rob replied, looking at her chest pointedly.



Courtney blushed but laughed. “Yeah, they’re all me too.”



It was the first time Rob had managed to get her to blush. He knew he was not likely to offend her. She seemed to like catching him staring at her. Maybe it was a power thing, she liked the idea that he could not help but look at her. Or maybe she was just a pretty girl that liked her beauty being appreciated. He had run into her at the gym enough times to know that she worked hard to get the figure she had, though she definitely had certain natural advantages.



Rob realised he was still staring at her chest, her t-shirt fitting her across the bust snugly. He stared at the swells her breasts made, regretting not seeing them the previous night. They had felt nice, he remembered, though like everything else from the night before, the memory was foggy. It took him a moment to realise that she had said something.



“Sorry, what?” he asked.



Courtney laughed. “Never mind.”



She picked up Winston and shifted closer to Rob, deciding he had waited long enough. Courtney put Winston on the floor and he curled up under the coffee table. She settled in against Rob, inviting him to wrap an arm around her shoulders. Courtney reached up and toyed with his hair, looking up into his eyes, twisting the strands between her fingers.



Rob looked down at her, and she waited, growing increasingly confused. Guys usually did not need much of an invitation, and she was giving him a big one right now. Deciding that Rob was either too dumb or too naïve to read her signals, Courtney made the first move. As her face approached Rob got what she wanted, he’d been worried about pressing too much too soon.



For all he knew she might have been embarrassed about the previous night and wanted to be wooed properly, albeit belatedly. It was better to be thought a dunce than a creep. Her scent came first, sweet and fresh, followed by the press of her soft lips against his. She pulled back, looking into his eyes, a playful grin curling her lips.



“Your mouth tastes like garlic,” she said jokingly.



Rob kissed her again. “Yours tastes like onions,” wrinkling his nose for comedic effect.



Courtney scoffed. “Like you care.”



Rob laughed. “You’re right, I don’t at all.”



Courtney laughed as he pushed her into a lying position and prostrated himself over her. Her legs spread around him and his mouth found hers. Her tongue prodded at his lips impatiently, like a hound in search of a fox, and darted into his mouth as soon as they parted. Rob’s tongue slid against hers, tasting her mouth greedily as she tugged gently at his hair to pull him deeper into the kiss. Strangely, Courtney felt her nervousness fading away.



This stuff came easy to her, the physical stuff, the talking stuff was harder unless it was flirting. Courtney was afraid of embarrassing herself with Rob, but knew she would not disappoint him in this. Kissing him sober was different than when intoxicated. He was less sure of himself, almost nervous, something Courtney had not expected. As the kiss drew on he became more of an equal partner again, but lacked the dominant quality that she had found she had responded to so well the previous night.



They made out for a long time, their bodies rubbing against each other, her breasts pressing against his chest, his groin pushing into hers. Their breathing grew heated, their movements more urgent. Rob’s hand went between them and beneath Courtney’s shirt, letting it press against her bare stomach. When she did not protest he let it slide up his fingers brushing the cups of her bra. Courtney’s hips rocked upward, her crotch pushing up against his groin as his hand slid over her breast.



Rob squeezed it through her bra, making her gasp softly against his lips. Courtney reached downward, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it up over her head. Her bare stomach came into view, the taut muscles of her stomach rippling beneath her skin as she squirmed out of her top. She tossed it to the floor and pushed up on Rob’s shoulders. He sat up and she straddled him, pushing him against the back of the couch.



Rob admired her bare torso, tracing the pattern of the tattoo than ran up along her flank. All too often women, particularly young ones, marred their beauty by getting a something permanently imprinted on their bodies without giving it enough thought. Courtney was not one of these young women. The tattoo was beautiful, unique in its design, beautiful in its execution. She clearly had put a great deal of thought into the pattern before getting it done, and the artist had known what they were doing.



Courtney saw him admiring it, seeing the thoughtful look on his face.



“What do you think?” she asked.



“Beautiful,” he said, tracing the lines thoughtfully.



“I got it after my grandmother died last year,” she explained.



Rob nodded. “I got mine when my grandfather died.”



Their eyes met, they had found something in common. Courtney planted her lips on his once more. It frightened both of them how much they wanted the other. Neither had felt this kind of attraction towards someone else before, this raw, carnal hunger that drove their actions. Rob’s hands slid along her torso, following the path of her tattoo, coming to the strap of her bra.



Courtney exhaled impatiently and reached behind herself, undoing her bra without breaking the seal between their lips. The snap came undone and the restrictive garment was discarded, leaving her topless and straddling him.



Rob felt her bare breasts before he saw them. Courtney grabbed his hand by the wrist and brought it up to the left swell. The weight was perfect. The flesh firm yet supple, the mounds remaining high on her chest while moulding to his grip. He weighed them in his hand. They were larger than Karen’s certainly, larger than Jenna’s even. He dragged his thumb along the mound, feeling the softness of the skin until he reached the stiff protrusion that was her nipple.



Courtney hummed into his mouth happily as his thumb circled the sensitive bud, and grinned against his mouth when he brought his free hand to her other breast. He cupped them, squeezing them, appraising them blindly. She felt him kneading them, and pushed her chest outward, giving him full access to her chest. Rob squeezed, distorting the shape, squeezing and tugging at the nipples. Courtney bit on his lower lip playfully and met his eyes.



“Want to see?” she asked teasingly.



Courtney eased back, taking her breasts into her own hands. She cupped them, lifting them as though offering them up as a sacrifice to some lust-filled god, then let them go. They jiggled when she did this, and she laughed at the expression on his face. They stood out from her chest proudly, the areoles a dark fleshy pink and wonderfully round. Her nipples pointed out towards him, pleading to be teased and toyed with. Courtney watched him staring at her chest, drinking in her voluptuous and elegant bosom.



“What do you think?” she asked with a grin.



“Perfect,” he said honestly. “You’re perfect.”



Courtney blushed, surprised by his compliment. If he had said ‘they’re’ perfect, she would not have been too surprised. But ‘you’re perfect’, that is what he had said.



Rob surprised her again with what he did next. Instead of going for her breasts as she would have expected, he went for her mouth. She was overwhelmed the force of the kiss, and more than a little turned on by the intensity he put behind it. Courtney fought to keep up as his hands travelled once more, going over hers at her chest. She slid hers away, letting him resume his massage as he leaned into the kiss. She wanted him bad, and pressed her hand against his groin.

Rob inhaled sharply as her hand traced the growing bulge in his jeans, following the outline with three fingers. Their breathing was heated, coming through their noses as their mouths molded together and their tongues embraced. Her lip-gloss was sweet in his mouth, overwhelming the taste of the pasta sauce as it mixed with their saliva. He squeezed her nipples making her breath shakily as she felt the stiffness of his cock beneath her palm, almost able to feel the pulsing of the bloated organ.



Courtney rose from Rob’s lap, making him tilt his head back as she straightened without breaking the kiss. She reached down with both hands and undid the button of his jeans. Courtney drew down his fly and slid her right hand into his jeans. Rob grunted into the kiss as her fingers wrapped around his stiff shaft, holding him around his boxers. She rubbed him as he tweaked and tugged at her nipples, eventually drawing his cock out from the hole at the front of his boxers.



Rob sighed his relief as his swollen member was at last freed. Courtney took it in her hand, stroking it gently, touching it for the first time. It seemed weird that they had had sex but they had done hardly any of the preliminary stuff that usually led to it.



In the moment it had seemed like the only option, but Courtney wished it hadn’t taken so long to get her hands on the impressive organ she felt throbbing in her hand. It was long, but thick as well, her fingers barely meeting around its girth.



Touching it seemed to unlock something inside of Courtney. She kissed him with more intensity and felt herself getting soaked between the thighs. He let his hands leave her breasts, sliding them around to her back and slowly letting his palms glide along her warm back. She began to stroke his shaft, drawing back the foreskin, exposing the glistening head and spreading the pre-cum that oozed from its slit along his length. His hands came to her ass, cupping the tight buns he had been admiring earlier.



Courtney missed the attention he had been paying her breasts, they felt lonely now. She straightened up more, breaking the seal of their kiss and curling her hand around the back of Rob’s head. Not needing further invitation he bent forward and took one of her nipples between his lips. His mouth sealed around the areole, his tongue dragging across her stiff nipple.



“That’s good, Rob,” she said heatedly, drawing him against her chest as she continued stroke his shaft.



Rob squeezed her ass as he teased her nipple with his tongue. Pre-cum coated his cock now, her hand moved up his slick pole methodically, squeezing and altering the pace, making him moan around her nipple.



“God, it’s fucking big,” she told him heatedly. “No wonder it felt like you were rearranging my insides. Karen’s so tight, how’d it even fit?”



That threw Rob a bit, she knew. She knew about him and Karen, but apparently was okay with it. He realised then that what he had had with Karen really had been a one-time thing. From what he had seen of their interactions together, the two girls seemed very close. He could not imagine Courtney sleeping with a guy her friend had her heart set on. Karen must have been convincing enough for Courtney to not feel guilty about this, which meant she really had no interest in being with him again.



That had been eating at him a little all day, he had felt guilty. Like he had jumped from one girl to the other, but now he knew he had no need to feel guilty. He attacked Courtney’s breast with knew gusto and squeezed her ass just a little tighter, feeling the firm buttocks resist the distortion of their sublime shape. Courtney stroked his cock rapidly, her tight fist bringing Rob to a dangerous place.



“I need you,” Courtney said huskily. “Now.”



Rob pulled away from her chest, her nipple sliding out from between his lips. Something suddenly occurred to him.



“I don’t have a condom,” he said.



Courtney groaned unhappily, her exasperation and disappointment making Rob laugh.



“Sorry,” he said, “I only had the one.”



“Idiot,” she said miserably, joining him in his laughter. “Getting me all worked up and leaving me hanging. Such a fucking tease, Kavanagh.”



Courtney beat her fists against his shoulders playfully, pretending to sob like a petulant child.



“I can go get some,” he said.



“Oh, we’re going to go get some. But first, we have to take care of this,” she said, squeezing his rigid cock.



She drew back his foreskin and circled her thumb around the head, making Rob gasp.



“It would be difficult to put that away, wouldn’t it?” she asked him. “Be a little painful I’d bet,” she kissed his neck as she crawled down his body. “All swollen and begging to be touched.”



She got down on her knees in front of the couch, pursing her lips and blowing a jet of air against the helm of his turgid organ.



“Courtney,” Rob breathed, his cock twitching as she blew another teasing stream of air.



“What should I do Rob?” she asked, stroking him up and down, her fist running along the full length of his shaft slowly.



“Please,” he moaned.



“He looks so sad. Maybe he’d like a kiss. Do you think that would that make him feel better, Rob?” Courtney asked wickedly.



“Fuck,” Rob groaned as her hand continued to move steadily along his shaft. “Yes, he’d like that very much.”



Courtney giggled. “Alright,” she said.



She leaned forward, pursing her lips and pressing against the drooling slit of his cock. Rob sighed at the contact, which she broke far too soon. Pre-cum and saliva glistened salaciously on her lips as she grinned up at him.



“He still seems upset, maybe another kiss?” she suggested, a devilish smile drawing back her gleaming lips and exposing her straight white teeth.



“Try it,” Rob sighed. “More tongue though, I’d bet he’d like that,” he replied.



Courtney laughed. “Yes, I’m sure he would.”



She leaned forward again, her lips pursing once more as she came to the dribbling helm, they spread around it, drawing him partially into her mouth. Courtney swiped her tongue along the slit, and flicked it against the frenulum. Rob sighed pleasurably as Courtney got to first base with his cock, her fist running along his length methodically. She looked up at him with her dark brown eyes, her mouth curling at the corners as she grinned around his cockhead.



Courtney’s long dark hair was still drawn back in the ponytail she’d set it in for cleaning, giving him an unobstructed view of her face as she teased the helm of his manhood. She pulled away and grabbed his jeans and boxers, drawing them both down to around his ankles before coming forward once again. Courtney planted another wet kiss on the head, her lips shiny with her saliva and his pre-cum. Rob felt her cup his balls, massaging them as she drew him into her mouth.



Her lips stretched around the shaft, enveloping him in the warm wetness of her oral cavity. She massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue as she worked it into her mouth. Courtney’s eyes turned upward as she began to bob her head, her fist continuing its steady pumping action. She squeezed his balls, rolling them in her hand, feeling the weight of them as she drew him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her saliva spread over his shaft, and the wet sounds of her lips gliding up and down his smooth shaft drifted up to Rob.



Courtney’s eyes closed as she attempted to draw more of him into her mouth, steadily bobbing her head, her saliva and his pre-cum dribbling between her lips down to her chin. She wiped it away with her stroking hand, keeping her lips sealed around his shaft. Courtney moved along his shaft aggressively, no longer teasing, forcing Rob towards the edge. The wet slurping sounds of her swallowing down her excess saliva and his steady stream of pre-cum sent shivers of excitement through his spine.



Courtney edged around her gag reflex, pulling back as she hit it at the bottom of every stroke. There was so much shaft to get into her mouth, even when she’d drawn him to her gag reflex her fist still had more than enough room to hold him at the base. Rob saw her bracing herself, and she lunged forward. She gagged, his girth stretching her throat as she struggled to swallow him down. Her hand flattened against his body, and Courtney strained her self-control to get his entire length down.



She pulled back, breathing deeply through her nose before pushing forward again, his cock sliding home inside her throat once more. Courtney held it there, her throat muscles flexing around his shaft, her saliva dribbling down to his balls. She spread it along his sack with the hand she’d been massaging them with, and her eyes turned upward. Her face grew flushed from lack of oxygen, her eyes watering as she fought her gag reflex.



Courtney drew back once more, breathing deeply through her nose before going forward once more. She repeated the process, gradually increasing her range of motion before reintroducing her hand into the mix. As Rob approached the end she was growing confident, drawing back until just the tip of his cock was between her lips and then sliding all the way back down until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She seemed to find a rhythm, and even turned her head as she bobbed up and down, rubbing her tongue along his shaft at different angles.



Her eyes turned back upward, asking him to cum. Rob was straining to hold back, the sensation of her mouth on his rigid shaft was incredible. At her invitation he relaxed that control. She bobbed along his shaft rapidly, urging him to cum, fisting his shaft as her lips glided along his slippery pole. Rob moaned and gripped the cushion his was sitting on tightly.



“Courtney,” he managed to get out in warning.



She retreated, feeling his balls retract against his body as his cock twitched. Courtney sealed her lips around the helm, humming triumphantly as the first rope of his cum impacted the roof of her mouth. The second followed suit and she swallowed them down without hesitation. His cum flowed from his cockhead, her pumping fist drawing out more and mouth into her hot mouth while Rob shut his eyes and loosed his seed into her waiting cavity.



Courtney gulped it all down greedily, massaging his sensitive helm with her tongue while he continued to feed her a steady stream his semen. The twitching of his shaft grew less intense, but she milked a few more dregs out from his wilting shaft before the flow ebbed. His once turgid organ softened, growing flaccid between her lips as she swiped her tongue around it, cleaning the remaining semen from it before letting his softened cock slide out from between her lips.



Rob lay back tiredly against the couch, breathing heavily from his climax. Courtney gave his now flaccid cock a parting kiss before drawing herself back over him.



“I’m going to clean up,” she whispered into his ear sexily. “Then we’re going to go get those condoms so you can return the favor.”



Before Rob could respond Courtney pulled away and grabbed her shirt and bra. She strode up the stairs, not bothering to put them back on. Winston saw his master leaving from his spot beneath the coffee table and trotted off to follow her. Rob took a moment to recover before pulling his jeans back up and fastening the fly. He went upstairs and heard Courtney moving around up in her bedroom, upon checking the time he found it wasn’t very late, only eight-thirty.



Rob waited for a few minutes before Courtney came back downstairs. She’d kept her hair in a ponytail but had changed into a pair of jeans and thrown a sweater over her t-shirt. They grabbed their jackets and headed out.



“Nice truck,” she complimented.



Rob shrugged. “It’s my parents’; they let me drive it during the winter so long as I pay for gas.”



“That’s cool of them,” she replied.



“Yeah,” he said.



She turned on the radio, it was tuned to the news which Courtney promptly switched away from, turning the knob until she found a rock station and left it there. Rob usually didn’t like people touching things while he drove but made an exception for Courtney. She sang along to the music and encouraged him to sing too, he just grinned and told her he couldn’t sing. Courtney didn’t let that discourage her, and managed to get him to sing a few verses of Pink Floyd’s, Another Brick in The Wall.



Courtney laughed as Rob sang way out of key, making him laugh too. The song kept playing as they arrived at the closest drugstore. They entered the store together but diverged.



“You get your stuff. I need to pick up a few things,” Courtney said. “Meet me back at truck?” she suggested.



“Sure,” Rob replied.



Maybe she didn’t want to walk out with him as he was buying condoms. He could see how that could be awkward for her if she knew the people that worked there. He went to the aisle with the contraceptives and sexual lubricants, picking out a box of Trojan’s, and decided to buy some basic toiletries so he wouldn’t look too horrible when he eventually returned home. He went through the cash, the bored cashier scanning his items through without apparently noticing him. Rob paid and returned to his truck, checking his phone, sipping from the slushy he’d bought for himself.



He had a message from Jenna. She was disappointed that she’d missed him at the New Year’s party he’d bailed on to go to Courtney’s. Rob sent her a reply, apologizing again for changing his plans so close to the date. He didn’t want her to think he was avoiding her, he wasn’t. It was just a better option had come up. That plan hadn’t panned out, though fortunately fate (or Karen) seemed to be on his side, and he was having one of the best times of his life.



Courtney wasn’t what Rob had expected. She was smart, maybe not in an academic way, but she definitely had a sharp wit. She was funny too; she’d had him laughing all day. More importantly she had Karen’s endorsement, someone who he respected and liked a great deal. He really liked Karen, enough to want to date her. If that girl was trying to set him up with Courtney, he was inclined to trust her opinion.



Courtney arrived at the passenger door, purchases in hand. She knocked on the window, snapping Rob out of his reverie. He unlocked the door and she hopped in.



“What’d you get?” he asked, taking another sip of his drink.



“Snacks, drinks, tampons, and anal lube,” Courtney replied.



The drink Rob had just swallowed went down the wrong pipe, making him cough and choke terribly while Courtney laughed.



“I was joking,” she said.



Rob laughed, still coughing.



“Yeah,” he said between coughs. “I got that.”



“Yeah, I have plenty of tampons at home already,” she said with a grin.



Rob rolled his eyes. Courtney spotted his slushy.



“Can I have some?” she asked.



“Sure, I don’t think it’s safe for me to drink around you,” he replied, putting the truck into drive.



Courtney took a sip of the drink before replying.



“Yeah, we figured that out last night. You get into all sorts of trouble. Really grope-y to be honest,” she said.



Rob blushed. “That’s not… I mean…”



Courtney grinned at him wickedly around the straw as she took another sip.



“You’re terrible, you know that?” he said.



“I am the evil one,” Courtney replied.



“What?” he asked.



Courtney laughed. “Never mind. Home Jeeve’s, and step on it.”



“Yes ma’am,” he replied, accelerating hard out onto the road.



The truck fishtailed on the slick pavement, making Courtney give a whoop of fear and then laugh as he recovered.



“Maybe don’t step on it that hard,” she said.



They both laughed and Rob slowed down, arriving back at her house quickly enough. Winston attacked the two of them as they came through the door, insisting on a belly rub before letting them go off to do what they really wanted. They went upstairs, Courtney led him into her room. She shut the door behind her, keeping a displeased Winston outside the room. She’d made the bed and cleared away some of the clothing she’d had littered on the floor. He watched her walk over to her stereo and scroll through the tracks on her iPod before selecting something and setting the device into the dock.



Music came on, ‘Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, / Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove’. Courtney grinned at him and pushed him back towards the bed. She unzipped her sweater, swaying slightly to the beat. The music was low enough that it blended into the background, and Rob watched as she undressed for him. The bedside lamp served as the only light, its warm glow illuminating her. She let her sweater fell to the floor behind her, leaving her in her t-shirt.



Courtney moved her hips sensually, her eyes staring into his as she performed a solo version of the dance they’d shared the previous night. She discarded the top next, leaving her in just her bra from the waist up, the garment clutching her heavy bosom possessively as she continued to twist and sway before him. She ran her hand along her body, the movement drawing his eye. His gaze followed its trail along her taut abdomen, and watched her fingers dip beneath the waistband of her jeans for just a moment.



Courtney grinned, bringing the fingers of her hand to her mouth, and sucked on them teasingly as she turned away. Her hips continued to move her hips back and forth to the music. She reached upward, drawing away the elastic that was holding back her hair. It flowed down her back, the color a rich brown, reaching to the middle of her back. She ran her hands through it, combing the soft locks with her fingers, before reaching in front of herself. She undid the button of her jeans and pulled them down her legs, revealing the bikini style panties she was wearing.



They were more conservative that the ones she’d worn the previous night, but Rob’s eyes were glued to her callipygian form as she swayed sensually in front of him. She turned her head, grinning at him from over her shoulder. Courtney bent down at the waist under the pretext of removing her socks but also giving Rob an invitation to stare. Her long toned legs were held straight, her calves taut as she slipped her socks from her pretty feet, leaving her in just her panties and bra.



She straightened up, swooping aside her hair with the back of her hand as she turned. Courtney approached the bed, standing in front of where Rob was sitting. She pushed back against his shoulder, making him lay on his back as she crawled over him. The music continued to play in the background, the track had switched, ‘It’s been a long time since I rock- and-rolled’; again Courtney smiled at him. She undid the buttons of his shirt methodically, and slid it over his shoulders before undoing the button and his zipper, hauling down his pants and boxers in one smooth motion.



“Hey,” Rob protested playfully. “No fair, you should be naked too.”



Courtney rolled her eyes. “Alright,” she said indulgently.



Rob watched as she reached behind herself, undoing the strap of her bra and freeing her breasts. The sight of them made his semi-erect cock bob appreciatively, a motion that was not missed by Courtney. She prostrated herself over him, bringing her mouth to his. He buried his hand in her unbound hair, letting his fingers tangle with the soft strands of her chocolate locks. Rob pulled her into the kiss, tasting her mouth, attacking her tongue with his. He cupped her breasts, one in either hand, the weight settling in his palms.



Rob rolled Courtney and him over, their lips never parting as he settled between her legs. He brought his lips to her neck, kissing the soft skin of her throat and down the line of her collar bone. Rob slid a hand down her stomach, brushing against the waistband of her panties. His lips pressed against the hollow of her neck before he kissed lower, his hand slipping into her panties. Courtney squirmed beneath him as his fingers ran across her bare mound and his hand travelled further into her panties.

His mouth pressed against her sternum, his face entering the valley between her breasts. Rob’s fingers brushed against Courtney’s slit, finding her already wet. Courtney’s legs spread wider, giving him easier access to what lay between them. He tasted the flesh between her breasts, leaving wet kisses there before bringing his mouth to her nipple. Courtney sighed happily as Rob drew his finger along her glistening lips, teasing her sensitive labia as he teased her stiff nipple with his tongue.



Rob set a slow pace, wanting to savor rather than devour. He’d been so hurried with Karen, and then again with Courtney the previous night, that now he just wanted to take his time. One of his favorite things to do to Jenna had been to make her delirious with pleasure before he’d even started to make love to her. He was doing that to Courtney now, his tongue slowly circling her nipple like a predatory bird, his fingers massaging the lips of her pussy but not penetrating and carefully avoiding the clit.



His hand squeezed and massaged her other breast, the firm swell molding to his grip perfectly as he splayed his fingers over it. Courtney couldn’t help but squirm beneath him, the music serving as a backdrop to her sensual horizontal dance. Rob felt the vibrations of her soft moans through her chest, and his fingers became slick with her juices. His cock was growing stiff from her pleasurable utterances and lust filled writhing, hardening in preparation to penetrate the pussy he was so methodically prepping.



Courtney gripped the sheet beneath her tightly with one hand, and closed the other around his hair. Rob’s fingers pressed against the inner folds of her pussy, teasing around her opening. Courtney wasn’t used to guys being like this. She’d had good sex before, but she wasn’t used to being played with in this manner. Rob had her ready to cum and he hadn’t even put his cock inside her yet. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, twisting them hard enough to excite but not enough to hurt.



The longer Rob did this, the longer he touched and prodded, the better he became at manipulating her body. With every gasp and twist, Courtney was teaching him what she liked and he caught on with prodigious speed. She liked to be surprised, like when he’d rolled her nipples between his fingers, so he decided to do something else unexpected. He’d been circling her entrance with his fingers for a long time now, occasionally dipping inside a quarter of an inch to collect some nectar to spread across her vulva. Now he decided to go a lot further.



Courtney gasped when what she thought was the next of these little excursions Rob slid two of his long fingers into her, penetrating her as far as he could with two squirming digits. The suddenness of the intrusion and the depth of the penetration made Courtney groan, and a shudder when through her body as she nearly hit a climax. He felt her pussy squeezing at his fingers but she didn’t go off, and he held them still until she’d come back from the brink.



Jenna had taught him that being near that place of climax was almost as good as having the orgasm itself, only it lasted longer. By keeping Courtney at the brink, he was not only learning what parts of her were most sensitive, he was building up the pressure inside of her, and making her want to cum for him. Those two things would increase her pleasure and lower her inhibitions, allowing her to achieve a truly exquisite level of bliss.



Rob brought his mouth away from her breast and kiss her mouth once more as he began to saw his fingers in and out of her drooling pussy. Courtney was becoming overwhelmed, she gripped his wrist with one hand, squeezing it tight as he worked the slippery digits in and out of her hot sex. His lips were on hers but she struggled to find the concentration required to kiss him properly. Rob decided to get his revenge for the teasing she’d put him through earlier.



“Are you going to cum Courtney?” he asked her.



Courtney moaned, he’d found her G-spot and was working his fingers against it. He adjusted his hand so that he was applying pressure to her clit as well.



“Say it,” he told her.



Courtney shuddered excitedly. “Yes.”



“You’re going to cum around my fingers?” Rob asked her.



“Yes,” she moaned, her voice getting higher, her need for it bleeding into her voice.



Courtney’s juices flowed down his knuckles, soaking her panties. Her hips pushed upward, working her pussy against his hand. Rob kissed her neck, and nibbled at her ear lobe. Courtney’s breath came in sharp, she was about to cum, she was ready for it. Her heart pounded, a cry built up in her chest… and then Rob stopped. Courtney practically growled in exasperation and pushed up against his hand in an effort to get off. He held her down with his free arm, stopping her from getting off just as she was on the precipice.



“Rob,” she whined desperately.



“I think she’s sad,” Rob said teasingly. “She’s weeping into my hand, your panties are getting soaked with her tears.”



“Please,” Courtney gasped, still trying to get fuck his hand herself. It was no use, he was too strong and he had her pinned down.



“Maybe she’d like a kiss, would that cheer her up?” Rob whispered into Courtney’s ear.



Courtney shuddered and breathed shakily, a tremor working through her body as she was impacted by a small orgasm. Rob felt her pussy squeeze around his fingers, and knew that she’d gone off. It wasn’t loud, in fact Courtney was silent through it, but it shook her deeply. As her orgasm rippled through her Rob began to move his fingers again, extending the small climax into a long and gentle rumbling that went through her entire body and left Courtney breathless.



“God, you’re fucking disturbed,” Courtney said, laughing shakily.



Rob grinned down at her sheepishly. “You liked it though, didn’t you?”



Courtney laughed. “Yeah. God, that was intense.”



Rob kissed her lips. “You liked being teased?”



“I’m not really used to it,” Courtney told him, she was still a little light-headed from her climax.



She couldn’t believe that she’d gotten off when he hadn’t even been moving; his fingers had been dormant inside her. It wasn’t just the words that had done it, it was being held down, it was the knowledge that in that moment Rob had had all the power. Rob kissed her again, his fingers remaining inside her while she recovered. Their mouths melded, and she kissed him hungrily, shakily, needily. She needed more of him, she wanted him to fuck her then, not make love, fuck. Hard, fast, unyielding. The kind of sex that would make them sweat and devolve them to little more than rutting animals.



Rob responded to this desire by once again surprising her. He kissed her tenderly while she tried to devour him, meeting her wanton passion with controlled affection. It was frustrating, it was exciting. Courtney didn’t know what to do, and found herself letting Rob lead, something she hadn’t let any of her partners do since Keith. She relinquished control to him, acknowledging that she would get more pleasure that way. She returned his gentle kiss, letting herself grow comfortable with his hands running along her side affectionately.



Rob kissed along her jaw, and down her throat. Courtney felt his weight shifting and he pulled away, drawing himself down her body. He held her by the waist and kissed her stomach. Courtney began to squirm again as she realised what he was going to do. The scent of her excitement filled the air around them, the source of the musky scent drawing Rob further down her body. His lips kissed her stomach as he descended, slowly drawing her panties over her hips and down her thighs. Her toned abdominals straining against his grip as she writhed beneath him in excitement.



His tongue snaked into her belly button, the little cavity teased by his probing organ before he kissed her lower abdomen in a spot that made Courtney gasp. Finally his lips pressed against the smooth skin of Courtney’s carefully shaved pubic mound. Her panties were around her knees, and she lifted her legs as he drew them over her calves and her pointed feet, leaving her entirely exposed. He gripped her by the ankles, and slowly ran his hands down her legs, the soft skin of her calves gliding beneath his palms.



Rob grabbed her from behind the knees and spread her legs further apart, granting him easy access to her gleaming center. She had a pretty pussy, full lips, and a straight pink line with a matching little nubbin at the top. Courtney felt his breath on her, the heady aroma of her arousal consuming him. He let his hands to continue sliding down her legs, squeezing her thighs and going beneath her with one hand as he settled on his stomach in front of her.



Courtney expected him to start right away, but first he explored what lay between her legs. He spread her lips apart and massaged the pink that lay within. The hand beneath Courtney cupped her left buttock, the firm muscle resisting the distortion of its shape as he took a handful and squeezed. Rob kissed her stomach and thighs alternately, making her breathing deepen and release the tension she’d been holding as she’d been trying to anticipate when he’d zero in on her.



Rob’s mouth pressed against her inner thigh, slowly coming in towards her vulva. His lips parted and his tongue snaked out, gliding along the outer edges of her lips. He got his first taste of her, the sweet tanginess of her pussy entered his mouth and spurred him onward. Courtney’s eyes were closed when Rob looked up at her, her mouth was agape and her chest rising and falling in time with her deep breaths. He spread her labia, exposing her inner lips.



He brought his mouth to them, kissing them teasingly, making her moan openly. Courtney’s hands came to the back of his head as his tongue began to work, sliding along her glistening labia, circling her clit while consciously avoiding it. He focused on the clitoral hood, avoiding direct contact with her clit. Rob wasn’t sure what Courtney liked, so he used the moves he’d discovered with Jenna. The alphabet trick was a basic one, but effective in finding what made Courtney’s toes curl.



He made wide motions, covering the whole area before focusing on specific points of interest. Courtney was writhing on the bed, and he brought his hand out from under her to keep her still as he at last centered in on her clitoris.



“Oh fuck,” Courtney moaned as his tongue made contact with that sensitive bud.



Rob manipulated it with his flexible organ, his eyes going back up to face. Her brow was furrowed, her eyes shut tight as she breathed heatedly. Gentle gasps escaped her when he did something particularly pleasurable, becoming more frequent as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it wickedly. The combination of suction and the pressure of his tongue had Courtney hauling him against her pussy with her hold on his hair.



A ripple of pleasure went through Courtney when Rob closed his mouth and hummed against her clitoris. He held her thigh tight, spreading her with one hand while he kept her squirming to a minimum with the other. His tongue continued to work her clit, and the nectar of her arousal flowed from her freely. Rob let go of her thigh and collected some of those juices with his fingers, pressing two against her entrance. He slid them inside with ease and worked to find her G-spot.



Courtney hit her second climax when he did, her hands balling into fists around his hair as she yanked his head into her crotch and came powerfully. This was nothing like the orgasm he’d given her with his fingers, this one was loud. She cried out lustfully and bucked up against his mouth. The lower half of his face was smeared with her juices as her thighs closed around him and smothered him with her convulsing pussy.



Her channel clutched at his fingers possessively, squeezing around him as she shook and trembled, an explosion of pleasure coursing through her veins. The muscles of Courtney’s thighs relaxed around Rob’s head and he withdrew, inhaling deeply. His hair was mussed and his face was gleaming with her juices. He watched as Courtney’s eyes fluttered open, and he returned her smile when their eyes made contact.



“That was a bit more than a kiss,” she said with a grin.



Rob grinned back. “She wouldn’t stop crying.”



Courtney laughed and he wiped his face off with the end of the bed sheet before climbing up over her. Their lips pressed together and their tongues entwined. They made out happily for a few minutes, with Rob massaging circles along her hair line with his fingers from her temples to the nape of her neck. The motions maintained her excitement while giving her a moment to recover. Rob pulled away and retrieved the box of condoms from the bag that he’d left on the floor near the door.



Courtney watched as he walked, admiring his naked body as he knelt in front of the bag. His masculine form powerfully built, moved gracefully as he walked to the bed once more. He sat on his heels as he ripped open the box and pulled out the packet containing the condom. Courtney lay on her back waiting, one hand behind her head, the other between her legs, gently sliding her fingers along her sensitive pussy lips. Rob placed the box on the nightstand and palmed the condom, leaning forward to kiss her again.



Courtney’s hand went to the back of his head and his joined hers between her legs. She pulled hers away, letting him take over the massaging. Her free hand found his swaying cock, and she began to stroke the semi-erect organ to full mast. They hummed hungrily into each other’s mouths, Rob’s free hand running through Courtney’s soft hair. He grew stiff in her grasp, and it was time to begin.



“Are you ready?” he asked her.



There was some nervousness in his tone, he’d done so well so far that he was worried that he wouldn’t be able to live up to the buildup. Courtney grinned and nodded, grabbing the packet from his hand. She ripped it open and reached down, taking hold of his now rigid cock and sliding the latex sheath over it. She smoothed it over the shaft and stroked him gently a few times before he took hold of it himself. Courtney looked up into his face as he settled into position, her heart racing with excitement.



Rob aimed his cockhead at her entrance and leaned forward. Courtney gasped as he passed through her opening, the lubrication from the condom and her channel so wet that he slid in with ease. Her body stretched around his swollen organ, enveloping him in her incredible warmth. Rob watched Courtney’s expression change as he entered her, her mouth opening, her brow tightening, a look of deep pleasure and satisfaction matching his own as he at last penetrated her.



He settled inside of her, bottoming out just as Courtney was worried he was going to hit the back of her vaginal canal. Rob kissed her, his mouth hungrily fusing over hers as he held his turgid member inside her. Courtney shifted beneath him, adjusting the positioning of her legs so that she was more comfortable. Rob brought a hand to the left side of her face and another to her right hip, kissing her deeply as he began to rock his hips.



Rob ground against her, his thick member stirring her insides, the ridges of his shaft felt even through the condom. They were rejoined, the union they’d sought to restore all day coming to fruition at last. He began to thrust into her, drawing his hips back and then pushing them forward once more. His cock felt bigger today, without the effects of alcohol and marijuana clouding her mind Courtney felt more aware of how much he was stretching her.



Rob lifted himself up on his forearms, kissing her neck as he worked his hips into her. Courtney wrapped her arms around him, holding him as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Her breathing grew more intense as he continued to fuck her, gearing up to give her the sort of carnal release she’d sought earlier. His breath tickled her ear as he exhaled, the masculine smell of his sweat growing more intense as he put more force behind every motion.



His strokes became long and deep, and Courtney began to moan her encouragement to Rob. Her legs wrapped around him, her ankles linking behind him as he worked his cock in and out of her wet cunt. Rob kissed her neck and thrust harder, only using a portion of his strength. His bulk impacted her body with a wet smack with every stroke, the noise joining the involuntary moans of the two lovers. Rob took hold of Courtney’s hands, linking his fingers with them as she held them above her head.



They kissed and Rob began to fuck her hard. Their mouths parted as he drove into her, the bed creaking beneath them and Courtney’s exclamations of pleasure becoming more frequent. He kept working his cock into her, sliding in and out of her hot sex, bracing himself over her. Rob wasn’t sure how hard Courtney wanted him to take her, but her body readily accepted the pace he was currently setting so he felt comfortable turning it up another notch.



Courtney felt his hands shift and go over her wrists as he rose up, his arms straightening as he began to lunge into her.



“Oh God, Rob,” she moaned as the bed’s protestations grew louder.



Courtney looked down, watching his impossibly thick organ sliding in and out of her pussy, her breathing growing more laboured as he began to ram into her. She cried out as he drove himself into her even harder, long, deep, powerful strokes that made Courtney’s legs tighten around him. She spurred him on with her words, begging him not to let up.



“Come on,” she growled at him. “Fuck me hard!”



He did as she said, tearing into her manically, the headboard banging against the wall as he rammed his shaft in and out of her. Courtney’s breasts wobbled from the force of the impact between their bodies, yet still she knew he had more in him, she knew that he still held something back from her. She goaded him, urged him to give that last inch to her, but she was already too close, she was already being overwhelmed. Rob fucked her, hard like she wanted, but not as hard as he could.



It was that knowledge, that knowledge that there was more when there was already so much, the anticipation of eventually feeling what that was, made Courtney seize up beneath him and cry out raggedly. Her orgasm consumed her, her face contorting into an expression of agonized bliss as she tightened her legs around him and gushed around his cock. Her juices slid down along her perineum and onto the bed sheets, joining the sweat and nectar that had preceded it.



Courtney twisted beneath him, her pussy squeezing his cock, forcing Rob dangerously close to the edge. Her blow job earlier was affording him stamina, but it still took a great deal of self-control to hold back. His heart hammered and sweat beaded on his brow as he fought with his body, Courtney’s doing everything to coax his load from him. The noises she made, the scent of her, the way she writhed and shuddered on top of the mattress, all of it making his body scream with the need to let loose.



Her climax ended and so mercifully did the screaming. Rob breathed heavily, holding his dangerously twitching shaft inside of her. Courtney slid her wrists out from his grasp and pulled him into a shaky kiss, greedily tasting his mouth while her body continued to be hit by little aftershocks. A new energy awakened within her, and she pushed on his shoulders to make him roll over. Courtney grabbed his hands and pinned them over his head, kissing him as she began to move her hips.



“I want you to cum,” she breathed into his ear huskily.



“Are you tired?” he asked her.



Courtney laughed. “Not even close.”



“Good, because I’m just getting started,” Rob told her.



Courtney grinned and began to ride him, pushing back against his erect shaft as she nibbled on his lower lip playfully. She straightened her back, riding him in long, sensual motions. Rob held onto her hips and watched as her breasts bounced, her form gleaming with sweat as she determinedly worked her body above his. She held onto his hands at her waist, circling her hips at the bottom of every stroke. Courtney worked her internal muscles in ways Rob had never imagined possible.

She squeezed him as she ascended on his shaft, and relaxed those same muscles on the descent. Courtney did this seemingly without effort, her entire body trying to draw out the load that waited for her deep within his balls. Rob reached up and cupped her bouncing breasts, worried she’d smack herself in the face as she fucked him more aggressively, impaling herself on his rigid pole, bouncing on it tirelessly. She was determined to make him cum, to fuck him until he gave up his load, to overwhelm him in the same way he overwhelmed her.



Courtney drew herself upward, letting his shaft exit her body as she pivoted to face away from him, then grabbed his shaft and sank down on it once more. Rob watched as she rode him in reverse cowgirl, her hair swaying, her back shining with perspiration, a line of it going down to above the crack of her ass. Her buttocks clenched as she rose, her legs tightening to lift her and then relaxing to let gravity carry her back down. By changing the position Courtney had increased her G-spot stimulation, and actually helped Rob last longer.



Courtney braced her hands on his thighs, her hands gripping him tight as she realised she was going to cum first. Rob sensed it too, and grabbed her waist, meeting her thrusts with ones of his own. She’d been doing all the work for the better part of ten minutes, giving Rob a chance to regain his strength. Her body felt exceptional, the way it moved was incredible, and the way it tensed up as her third climax hit her was sensational.



Courtney’s nails dug into the flesh of his thighs as she came on his cock for the second time that night, nearly falling forward as her arms almost gave out beneath her. She remained upright however, until Rob pushed up from behind her. Courtney felt herself being pushed forward, and fell into all fours as Rob remained lodged inside her. Rob had finally let go, Courtney was still dizzy from her previous orgasm as he began to hammer his hips into her.



“Ahhnn!” Courtney moaned as the sudden onslaught caused her last climax to bleed into another.



Rob fucked her through that climax, ramming into her from behind, her breasts swaying pendulously as he tore into her with all of his strength. Courtney’s climax peaked again, and again, soon she wasn’t sure what if it was one orgasm or multiple. Her head was dizzy and her arms gave up beneath her. She slumped down into a sweaty heap on the mattress while Rob continued to fuck her, his balls slapping against her loudly at the bottom of every stroke.



This was Rob at his most carnal, at his most wild. It was overwhelming, it was frightening, and Courtney loved every delirious moment of it. She’d broken him, unlocked this part of him she knew he’d been trying to restrain. Courtney clawed at the bed sheets and braced herself against the onslaught of his thrusts, crying out loudly until he groaned deep and began to cum. It felt like a pressure release valve had been opened, and the tension in Rob’s balls had hit a critical level and was now being expelled.



Courtney felt his manhood swell inside her, and felt his hands tighten around her waist. Rob came hard, with his cock rammed deep inside Courtney his cum surged from his body. He lowered himself on top of her, jerking into her from behind powerfully, his balls draining into the condom. His throbbing organ twitched inside of her for a long time, his sweaty chest pressing against her sweaty back as they lay together and his cock continued to pour his seed.



Rob slid his hands over the back of Courtney’s, a few final pulses of his bloated manhood signalling the end of his climax. He kissed the nape of her neck breathlessly, an intensely intimate gesture done without thought before he slid out from her at last and rolled over on to his back. Courtney breathed heavily, her body glistening with sweat and her pussy shiny with her cum and the condoms lubricant. Rob tiredly trapped his cum inside the condom as he pulled it off his wilting cock, tying off the end before throwing it into the wastebasket near the bed.



He lay on his side, facing Courtney who lay on her stomach. Rob ran his hand along her back, her skin very warm. She looked exhausted, but smiled at him, her face framed by her dark hair, strands of it sticking to her sweaty forehead. Rob’s face was sweaty as well, perspiration pulling down his bangs. His hand went to the back of her neck and massaged her shoulder as she recovered from the number of orgasms she’d just had. Courtney eventually turned on her side, and let Rob spoon with her from behind.



They stayed like that for a while, resting, recuperating. Rob ran his hands along her body, holding her in his arms, and Courtney thought she might fall asleep she became so relaxed. He kissed the back of her neck and combed her hair with his fingers, his naked cock pressing against her ass. She felt it stirring once more, but Rob pulled away.



“What time is it?” he asked.



Courtney glanced over at the clock in front of her.



“Nearly eleven,” she said.



“I should go get cleaned up and head out,” he said, though his tone made his displeasure at the idea clear.



Courtney reached around, her hand closing around his semi-erect member.



“But you’re getting hard again,” she said. “Don’t want to waste that.”



“Hmm…” Rob moaned happily as she stroked him gently, “I really do need to get home. My parents are already going to be mad about how long I’ve been out.”



Courtney let go of his cock and rolled over, taking it back into her hand.



“Why don’t we do both?” she suggested. “Clean up and take care of this.”



She squeezed his now mostly erect manhood to make her point clear.



Rob grinned at her. “You’re incredible, you know that?”



“I’ve been told I’m perfect,” she said, grinning at him.



Rob laughed. “You liked that did you?”



Courtney kissed him in response, her tongue circling his before pulling back. They left the bedroom for the shower, Winston chasing them excitedly down the hallway before once again being left behind a closed door. Courtney started the shower, adjusting the temperature knobs and letting the water flow until the temperature was right. She stepped through the sliding door first, followed by Rob. He watched her step beneath the hot stream, her head tilting upward and the water spraying her directly in the face.



It streamed down along the curvature of her chin, down her neck and between her breasts. Courtney soaked her hair through before stepping aside and letting Rob soak his hair as well. She stepped forward and against him, rubbing her breasts against him as she drew herself upward and kissed him once more. His hand went around to the back of her head, her wet hair clinging to his hand as he kissed her hungrily. He pushed her back against the tiled wall and her head tilted back as their kiss continued.



“Wash my hair,” Courtney said breathlessly.



“What?” Rob asked dumbly, caught up in the moment.



She looked at him. “I want you to wash my hair,” she said, pointing to the bottle of shampoo on the shelf.



“Oh, right,” he said.



Rob squeezed out a glob of shampoo into his hand and Courtney turned away from him. He approached her from behind and massaged the shampoo into her scalp. Courtney was slightly uncomfortable with the level of intimacy, she wasn’t used to sharing this type of thing with anyone, let alone someone she’d only just started sleeping with. But as Rob’s fingers pressed against her scalp gently, she felt that anxiousness flow way and the tension recede.



Rob rinsed out her tresses carefully, and made Courtney excited with playful kisses against her shoulder. Without asking he knew what to do next, he grabbed her body wash and began to suds her up from head to toe. He started with her back, rubbing the soap all over her shoulders and down her back, her waist and eventually her ass. Courtney bent forward slightly, her palms pressing against the tile as Rob knelt down behind her and soaped up her buttocks.



He took a long time there, watching the suds sluice along the curvature of the tight buns and along the backs of her thighs. Rob pried the firm buns apart and soaped up the crack of her ass, making Courtney squirm as he teased her anus with his thumb. She couldn’t believe she was letting him do this, or that he had the nerve to. After cleaning her ass he moved on to her legs, massaging her calves and her thighs , feeling the firm muscles under his hands as he squeezed and kneaded the slippery limbs.



Courtney felt him straighten behind her, his stiff cock brushing against the back of her left thigh and buttock. He squeezed out more body wash and brought his hands to her stomach. He made circles, feeling the firmness of her abdominal muscles as he cleaned the sweat from her body. Courtney bit her lip as he came around to her flank, running his hands upward to her armpits, making her giggle from ticklishness as he soaped them up and then went around to her breasts.



Rob found her nipples stiff, and paid her bosom a great deal of attention. He squeezed them, weighed them, memorized how they looked as he peered over her shoulder. One hand slid down trailing along her stomach, and to her pubic mound. Her head tilted back, a slight moan escaping her as his fingers brushed against her clit. He made circular motions, cleaning her while pleasuring her. He squeezed her breast, tweaking the rock hard nipple.



Rob pushed forward against Courtney, forcing her against the wall as he grabbed her right leg and lifted it from behind the knee. Her breasts pressed against the cold tile and Courtney felt his fingers slide up into her pussy. Rob’s chest pressed against her back, expanding and contracting as he breathed against her. He fingered her hard, making her gasp as he penetrated her deep with two fingers. Wet squelching sounds filled the shower stall as he opened her wide and worked his digits in and out of her wet cunt.



Courtney’s moans echoed against the tile, and her breasts squashed against the wall as Rob leaned more of his weight on her and lifted her leg higher. He drove his fingers into her, curling them towards his palm so he found her G-spot. His cock pressed against her ass, hard and warm, poking into her as he fingered her. Courtney wished for a moment that he’d just forget the condom in a moment of passion and shove it into her. But instead he pulled his fingers out and spun her around so that she was facing him.



Rob descended down her chest, tasting the freshly washed skin before drawing a nipple into her mouth, holding her full breasts in his hands. Courtney moaned, her hands pressing against his wet hair, pushing him downward. He went lower, again kissing her stomach and making her gasp by slipping his tongue into her navel teasingly. Courtney pushed him downward, further and further. Rob was down on his knees and tilted his head upward before he grabbed her from behind the right knee.



Courtney curled her leg over his shoulder, opening herself up as Rob palmed her ass and began to eat her out voraciously. He sucked at her vulva, tasting the sweetness of her sex before sucking on her clitoris. His tongue slid inside of her, making Courtney cry out from a near climax. Courtney’s fingers tightened around his hair, pulling him up into her pussy and tilting her hips pull his wiggling tongue deeper into her channel. She ground her pussy against his lips, her leg tightening around him and drawing him further in.



“Ahhnn!” Courtney cried, her pussy flooding Rob’s mouth with her juices.



He lapped at her, shoving his tongue into her as she gyrated against his face, tasting her deeply. Her dark eyes were wild, her hair wet and tangled, a flush that spread from her cheeks and neck to her chest as she came reddening her skin. Her leg almost gave out beneath her, but Rob supported her with his hands on her ass until she recovered enough to take her own weight. Rob withdrew and kissed her thigh tenderly. He ran his hand along the back of her calf as she lowered her right leg back to the ground.



When he stood again, Rob was still hard. He turned to the stream of water, letting it wash the residue of her pussy from his lips before turning to kiss her once more. He attacked her mouth with a frenzied passion, his tongue finding hers and dancing with it sensuously until she pulled away breathless.



“Push back,” she said, pressing her hands against him gently.



He did as she said and she cleaned him as he had her. She faced him as she cleaned his hair, making him lean forward to she could reach. Then she used a bar of soap to clean the rest of him, ignoring the iron hard pole jutting out from his body. She had him turn and scrubbed his back and massaged his buttocks, giving him a playful pinch before kneeling behind him to do his legs. She had him turn again as she was on her knees, and pushed him back against the sliding door of the shower.



Courtney wasted no time, she drew him into her mouth and took him deep. She gagged but managed to get him all the way in, her nose buried in his wet pubic hair. She bobbed up and down against his length, gagging wetly at the bottom of every stroke, gazing up at him as his cock disappeared between her lips over and over again. She withdrew and spat on his shaft, spreading her saliva along it with her fist, giving him a sloppy blowjob and letting the shower clean away the mess.



She did this for a number of minutes, her jaw getting sore as she fellated him masterfully. Her hands massaged his balls, her throat squeezed against his shaft, her eyes burned into his as she tried to make him cum. Rob wasn’t holding himself back, and felt himself getting close to the edge. She pulled back completely and straightened partially, leaning forward and pressing her breasts against his shaft. Rob groaned at the sight of his swollen manhood disappearing between her tits, and felt her stiff nipples drag against his thighs as she started rocking against him.



“Jesus Courtney,” he moaned.



She squeezed her breasts around his rigid pole, craning her neck down to bathe the head of his cock with her tongue whenever it peeked out from the channel of warm tit flesh surrounding it. Rob’s breathing deepened, he watched as she fucked him with her tits, and needed to take over. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and she held her breasts still as he began to thrust his hips.



It was more the nature of the act than the actual stimulation it afforded, but Rob felt himself ready to cum. The long blowjob had primed him, and the tit fuck that had followed had driven him to the brink. His hold on Courtney’s shoulders tightened and she squealed delightedly as he groaned and the first streamer of his cum erupted from the head of his cock. There were four thick jets, the first impacting her square in the face, the second her right breast, the third the hollow of her neck, and the final her left breast.



It wasn’t Rob’s most impressive load, but he’d already been drained from the rest of the day’s activities, but it was still enough to making Courtney look absolutely incredible. She knelt before him, letting him drink in the wantonness of her appearance, a big grin on her cum splattered face, holding up her streaked breasts as though displaying them to him.



“Jeez Kavanagh,” she said. “If I knew a tit-fuck would get you off, I would have done that from the start and spared myself the sore knees.”



Courtney stood and stepped under the spray, feeling giddy with the excitement as the water cleared his cum from her face and body. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned, grinning as Rob brought his lips to hers for a gentle kiss.



“Thank you,” he said.



She laughed. “You deserved it after the number of times you got me off.”



“Still,” he said. “That was…”



“Perfect?” she suggested.



Rob laughed, “Yeah.”



The shower concluded and Rob got dressed. Courtney took his phone and programmed her number into it so he could text her. Once he was redressed and had combed his hair into something reasonable, they descended the stairs and had a brief conference at the door.



“So,” Courtney said. “Text me when you want to hang out again.”



Rob nodded, and took her in his arms. Courtney was a little surprised by the gesture but hugged him back. He kissed her tenderly, running his hand through her still damp hair. It was a little too emotional for Courtney and she pulled away.



“You’ll get me going again,” she said with a grin. “Better leave now or you won’t be home until one in the morning.”



“Okay,” he said. “See you later.”



“Yep, later,” she said.



Rob shut the door behind himself and Courtney stood at the threshold. His truck started and pulled out, she waved at him from the window, feeling a touch silly until he waved back. Winston yipped at her feet and she smiled down at the little dog, picking him up in her arms.



“Yeah, I like him too,” she said, scratching his ears as she walked back up to her room.



Courtney changed her sheets and dressed for bed, a pair of panties and a t-shirt, and slid beneath the covers, his scent still present on the comforter. She was excited, but also exhausted. She wanted to tell Karen about what had happened, but was too tired to bother looking for her phone. Winston grunted and nuzzled up against her. She pet the pug absently, deep in thought, about Rob, about how she felt about him, and how that made her feel. Before too many thoughts formed, her tiredness overcame her, and she fell into a deep and contented sleep.



***



Courtney’s fitful slumber was interrupted by a banging at the door. She ignored it until Winston began to bark hysterically, and was forced to drag herself out of bed. She pulled a pair of sweatpants on and padded out of her bedroom, grumbling to herself unhappily as she descended the steps to the lower level of the house. She was exhausted, she wanted to sleep, her father and step mother weren’t do home until that evening and she’d been looking forward to a day of lounging. Courtney got to the door and opened it.



“About fucking time!” her mother said, bursting into the house. “Jesus, it’s freezing out there.”



Courtney blinked at the sight of her. She was wearing a black dress, a long set of green beads tied around her neck, her hair loose and wild. Her mother approached her and took her into her arms, kissing her wetly on the cheek.



“Aren’t you happy to see me?” she asked.



Several emotions ran through Courtney at the sight of her mother, paramount among them was confusion.



“I, uh… Yeah. Mom, what time is it?” Courtney asked.



Her mother shrugged. “The sun’s just come up. I think about seven. I haven’t been to bed to be perfectly honest,” she said laughing, “Can’t say I needed the sleep, I’m bursting with energy. Best gig of my life last night.”



She reeked of alcohol, and given her appearance Courtney guessed her mother had come from a party after the show she’d performed at.



“Well, are we going to just stand here or are you going to let me make you breakfast?” Marley asked her daughter.



“I… Mom, you’re not supposed to be here,” Courtney told her.



Marley waved her hand dismissively. “You’re eighteen now sweetheart, an adult, and you live here. It’s your home. You can invite your mother into your home.”



She was speaking rapidly, as though she were in a rush. Courtney had seen this sort of behavior from her mother before and knew that it didn’t do well to antagonize her. It was better to steer than block.



“I… Okay, just don’t break anything, alright?” Courtney replied cautiously.



“Promise,” Marley said.



She took off towards the kitchen, Courtney hot on her heels to perform damage control as required.



“Pancake time,” Marley sang as she rummaged through the unfamiliar cupboards, “I can’t say much has happened since, but pancake time,” she turned to her daughter, “Come on honey, sing with your old ma’.”

“I loved you when our love was blessed, I love you now there’s nothing left,” Courtney sang unenthusiastically.



She was supposed to alter the lyrics of the Leonard Cohen song Closing Time, but wasn’t in the mood to play along. Marley didn’t seem to notice. She kept singing drunkenly, collecting the ingredients and starting to mix up the batter. The singing was largely incoherent, switching from tune to tune in rapid succession, an outward expression of the thoughts going through her mother’s mind. Marley looked like an older version of her daughter, brown hair, big dark eyes, beautiful and elegant even in her current state.



“Mom, how did you get here?” Courtney asked.



“I took a cab,” she replied as she poured the batter into the hot pan.



At least she didn’t drive, Courtney thought to herself.



“How was your Christmas?” Marley asked her daughter.



“Good,” she replied.



“I have a gift for you,” her mother said, the thought took on all importance. “Just a sec.”



Marley disappeared from the room, leaving the pancakes unattended. Courtney got up from the kitchen table and took over the cooking. She slid the pancakes out just before they burned. She was used to compensating for her mother’s absent mindedness. Marley returned with a package that she shoved into Courtney’s hands before shooing her away from the stove.



“I can handle it,” she said irritably.



“They were about to burn,” Courtney told her.



“I said I can handle it!” Marley shouted angrily.



“Okay,” Courtney replied gently, returning to her seat at the kitchen table.



Marley began to sing again, forgetting her outburst almost as soon as it’d happened. She piled the pancakes onto two plates and grabbed some forks. She sat down in front of her daughter after getting butter and maple syrup, sighing happily.



“Isn’t this nice?” she asked Courtney as she slathered her pancakes in syrup. “When was the last time we shared a meal?”



“Your birthday in October,” Courtney told her, “We had dinner at your apartment. Chinese.”



Marley hadn’t been seriously asking, she was making a jab at Courtney for not spending more time with her. Courtney had made it clear that she didn’t want to see her drunk or off her meds anymore, and would only see her when Marley guaranteed she’d be sober. In Courtney’s mind it was up to her mother to take care of herself if she wanted to spend time with her daughter, and to call her when such an evening arose. They rarely did.



“You should go to one of my shows,” Marley told her, “See the band. The guys haven’t seen you since…”



She stopped talking. An awkward silence fell over them, the sound of forks scratching on plates the only sound between them. There was a buzz, Courtney’s phone on the kitchen counter. She’d left it there the previous night when she and Rob had had dinner. She went to retrieve it, thinking it was probably Karen asking about the previous day. Courtney reached her phone and saw that her suspicions were correct, she began to type a message saying that she’d tell her that she was busy but would tell her everything later.



Before she could hit send her mother ripped the phone from her hands.



“What are you…” Courtney began.



“You’re being very rude Courtney, we’re having a conversation,” Marley said.



“Give me my phone,” Courtney said dangerously.



Marley sneered at her daughter. “It’s your father’s phone, Courtney. He paid for it didn’t he?”



The phone buzzed again when another text message came in, and Courtney reached for it. Marley pulled it away, turning away from her and walking towards the sink. The basin was filled with water, the dishes from the previous day soaking. Marley tossed the vibrating phone into the water while Courtney looked on horrified.



“Fuck Mom! Why did you do that?!” Courtney exclaimed. She rushed to the sink, pulling the ruined device out of the filthy water.



“So we can have a proper conversation,” Marley replied as though her daughter were the one behaving strangely.



“Jesus Christ, I was just sending a text message telling Karen I couldn’t talk because you were here!” Courtney exclaimed.



“Calm down Courtney,” Marley said, smirking to herself.



Courtney inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Mom, these things are expensive. You can’t just…”



“I’m your mother and I disciplining you,” Marley interrupted. “In fact I think I have an idea. The band needs a new angle. I’ve been saying that for months. I’m thinking a duet, me and you. It’d be brilliant, you’re hot and young, and I’ve still got a little something going on. You’re not in school anymore, and really? A makeup artist? You’d be far better off using your natural talent. And it’d give me an opportunity to fix some of this attitude I’m seeing. Hard work and some real parenting, that’s what you need.”



Courtney laughed, “Yeah, and since when were you around to do any parenting? It definitely wasn’t when I was living with you. The judge sent me to live with Dad because you neglected me mom. That’s the word they used, neglect. You can’t come in here and decide to be my parent after eighteen years!” she shouted.



Marley slapped her daughter, hard across the face.



“How fucking dare you,” she growled at her speechless daughter.



Winston started barking, roused by the raised voices.



“You ungrateful little shit!” Marley shouted. “I’m offering to make you a star! You ruined my fucking life! You and your father!” she screamed, an expression of pure rage on her face.



Courtney had tears in her eyes, she huddled against the wall cowering behind her arms as her mother tried to strike her again. Winston continued to bark, getting between the two of them, jumping up on Marley and nipping at her. He got a good bite in before she kicked him, sending him sprawling with a pained yelp. The sound roused something inside Courtney.



The years of verbal abuse, of her constant drinking and substance abuse, of the neglect, all of her anger for her mistreatment at the hands of this woman, all of it had been hers to bear. Now her mother was attacking something else, she was attacking more than just herself, she’d just hurt something she cared deeply for. An anger filled Courtney, a frustrated, protective, powerful anger that gave her the strength to finally fight back.



Courtney pushed her mother backward, the older woman hitting the counter top with an ‘umph’. She grabbed her mother by the hair, yanking her towards the hallway as Marley clawed at her arms. The two wrestled as they staggered down the hallway, but Courtney was stronger than her mother now though, and she was unsteady in her drunkenness. Courtney shoved her through the door and into the cold, and watched her mother trip backward and fall into a puddle of melting snow and dog shit.



“Get the fuck out!” Courtney screamed. “I don’t ever want to see you again!”



Marley got to her feet and approached the door, only to have it slammed in her face. Courtney locked the door and pulled away from it, barely hearing her mother’s demands to be let back in. She was shaking as she returned to the kitchen. Winston seemed to be okay, though a little skittish. Courtney threw the dishes of their ruined breakfast into the sink and chucked her ruined phone across the room angrily, the already broken device cracking on the linoleum floor.



Warm tears trailed down her cheeks, and she walked around the kitchen, confused, angry, and scared. Her arms hurt, she was bleeding from the scratches her mother had inflicted upon her during the struggle to get her out of the house. Courtney knew one thing for sure: she never wanted to see her mother again. She ascended the stairs to her bedroom and started the webcam on her laptop, get shots of her bleeding arms before sitting down in front of it.



“That’s what you did to me,” Courtney said as she cried to the camera. “That’s what you did while you were drunk, when you wouldn’t take your meds. Maybe you will choose not to remember, and maybe you actually won’t, but this time you went too far. I’ve tried to be understanding, to forgive you and tell myself it’s just your illness, but you do nothing to stop it and I can’t deal with it anymore. I know that you will blame me for this, I know that you can never blame yourself for anything that happens, but understand I don’t care what you do, I am no longer your daughter,” she said, her voice shaking with anger and tears streaming down her cheeks.



“And if you ever try to contact me again, I will take you to court on charges of child abuse. Remember those fun parties mom?” Courtney sobbed. “Remember how one of ‘the guys’ was touching your thirteen year old daughter? Remember how I stayed quiet, because I was your little ‘Rhiannon’, and I was a good girl that didn’t want to get mommy into trouble, so I must be quiet and not tell anybody? If you try to contact me, if you try to get Dad or anyone to contact me on your behalf, I won’t stay quiet anymore. I swear to God, I’ll tell everyone who will listen.”



She was crying harshly now, and began to sing, “‘Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night / And wouldn’t you love to love her?’”



Courtney wasn’t sure why she’d done that, why she’d decided to sing for her mother. She ended the recording and turned off the camera. She sat in front of her laptop, staring off into space, tears leaking out of her eyes, a sense of numb filling her. She drew her legs up to her chest and rested her head against her knees as she folded up in the chair, balling loudly. Her tears soaked into the material of her sweatpants, her ragged sobs drowning out the pounding of her mother’s fists on the door.



***



“Oh fuck baby,” Adam moaned.



Karen worked her hips back and forth, reveling in the sensations of his rigid cock buried inside her. She’d gotten over comparing him to Rob, there was no comparison. She loved Adam, and everything she did with him was filtered through that lens, magnifying the pleasure she took from being with him, and dimming the pain he caused her at times. She was on top to control the pace, letting her get close while Adam could apply his full concentration to lasting until she’d gotten off.



She slowed the pace at the warning squeeze he applied to her hip, and leaned forward to kiss him. He ground his hips up against her, keeping her on her on a high while giving him a chance to pull back. Karen’s tongue circled his, and she hummed happily as his hands went through her hair. They didn’t have too long, his brother had a hockey game so her parents were out of the house to take him, but they’d be back within the hour. Adam had stopped by after work for this quickie, after sexting with her on his breaks and getting her fantasizing.



Karen had even masturbated before he arrived, getting herself primed for him, not able to wait until he could take her to bed once more. The way he kissed her told her that he loved her with equal passion. The way he moved with her as she began to rock her hips once more told her that they were in synch. Her green eyes stared down into his pale blue; they complimented each other so well Karen thought. They had similar coloring, dark hair and light eyes.



Adam pushed up against her, reaching up to squeeze her breasts and tease her nipples while she worked herself into a frenzy. Her body slapped against his, her bed shook and she felt her heart beating hard in her chest.



“Adam,” she groaned, her climax overwhelming her.



She tightened around his shaft, her motions becoming ever more frantic as she began to cum. Adam grunted and lunged upward, piercing her with his shaft as it began to spew his seed inside her. She felt its warmth inside of her, settling inside her protected womb as her channel squeezed at his pumping organ. Karen’s climax left her and she leaned forward, kissing Adam breathlessly, tenderness and warmth for this young man pouring out from the gesture.



“I love you,” she told him gently.



Adam smiled at her. “I love you too.”



He brushed his hand through her hair, gently running his fingers through the long locks. As the climax ended and the lovemaking drew to a close, Karen’s worry returned. She hadn’t heard from Courtney since the morning after the party. Karen had sent her a text message the previous day to check in on how things had gone with Rob, but her friend had yet to reply. The strange part was she hadn’t answered any of her e-mails or messages through Facebook either.



In her desire to get a hold of her, Karen had called the house and talked to her father. Apparently Courtney had been gone when he and her stepmother Lauren had returned from their trip, and she had left a note saying she had gone out. That was stranger still, when Courtney went out Karen was usually with her. Adam saw Karen fretting over her friend and tried to console her.



“Courtney’s a tough girl Karen, she’s fine,” he said, rubbing her cheek softly.



Karen drew away from him, sitting at the foot of the bed.



“I don’t know. It feels weird,” Karen said. “She never goes this long without contacting me.”



“Maybe her phone died?” Adam suggested. He really wasn’t worried. Then again he didn’t like Courtney very much. His attempts to console her did not work however, as they often failed to.



Karen shook her head. “I don’t think so.”



Two days later, Courtney called Karen. Karen was in the shower when the call had come in, and stood dripping and naked in her room as Courtney told her what had happened. After her fight with her mom she’d deleted the video she’d made to her, unable to break the tie no matter how hard it was to maintain it. Courtney was still furious with her, and was not likely to have any contact with her for a long time, but she could not deliver that death blow to their relationship.



After she had deleted the video, she had packed a bag. She had driven after that, sleeping in her car, finding safe places to hide. She could not let anyone see how upset she really was, she did not trust herself not to say something that she might regret later. Courtney could not turn her back on her mother. She was the only one who still cared what happened to her mother.



“Are you okay?” Karen asked after Courtney had delivered her censored version of events.



Courtney sighed. “I guess. I didn’t really do much but drink and cry.”



“Where’d you get the alcohol?” Karen asked.



“Asked a guy outside a liquor store to buy it for me, he offered to take me to a party. He was a creep though so I passed up the offer,” Courtney told her.



“I was so worried,” she said.



“I should have called you,” Courtney said. “I’m sorry. I could barely stand to call Dad to tell him I wasn’t dead. I just really didn’t want to talk to anybody.”



“What happened with your mom exactly?” Karen asked gently. A normal fight would not have made Courtney behave like this.



“I… We had a fight,” she said. “A bad one. I don’t really want to talk about it.”



“Alright,” Karen replied.



The conversation ended with a promise of getting together the following day, Karen suspecting that she would get more details when she finally saw her friend in person. It disappointed Karen that Courtney hadn’t turned to her. She’d run away, she had been scared and alone. Karen felt a violent anger towards Courtney’s mother. She had hated Marley from the first time she had met her. The woman could be charming when it suited her purpose, she was beautiful like her daughter, but they were immeasurably different people.



Karen could not imagine being upset enough to just take off like that, she would run to Courtney. She realised then that it was Courtney she would turn to, not Adam. Karen did not let that bother her, she was just so used to Adam being the cause of most of her heart ache that she was in the habit of thinking of Courtney the one to turn to when things got tough. She loved Adam, she reassured herself, Courtney was just better at comforting her.



***



It had been four days. Rob stepped off the treadmill, sweating heavily as he went to the machines. Four days had passed since his day with Courtney, three of which had been spent with him waiting for her to contact him. He had held out one day before sending her a text message asking her if she wanted to hang out before school started again.



She hadn’t responded.



Rob was confused. He had thought she liked him. She had given him the impression that she wanted to see him again. Thinking that she must not have gotten his first message he had sent her a second. After she had not replied to that one he had stopped sending messages. It hurt that she had just completely stopped all communication. He could take it if she had told him that she had changed her mind, it would have sucked but it would have been better than being ignored entirely.



Rob had considered texting Karen to find out if he had done something to offend Courtney, but decided that might seem desperate. So he was back to feeling down about himself. Rob remembered Wayne’s assessment of Courtney, that she had a good reputation for ‘that kind of thing’. It had not been until he had told his older sister where he’d gone for New Year’s Eve that he had found out what exactly that meant.



Now he knew about what had happened, about how Courtney had tried to break up Keith and his girlfriend all those years earlier.



His sister had been friends with the girlfriend, though she hadn’t been one of the ones that had been involved in the bullying that had followed. Jane was not one to participate in that kind of thing, though she did not have many nice things to say about Courtney Maclean. Rob felt like an idiot. He had really liked Courtney, and he had thought she felt the same way. She had seemed so different than the picture Jane had painted for him. He would not have believed any of it if it hadn’t been his sister saying them.



Rob worked out hard, maybe even over exerting himself, but he was mad. He was frustrated with his inability to find someone who returned his feelings, first Karen, and now Courtney. Rob broke his old bench press record that day, and ran more miles on the treadmill than was probably healthy. He would be sore, but at least he was tired. He went to the showers, taking a long time to simply stand under the stream and reflect. He ran through his interactions with Courtney, trying to figure out where he had gone wrong.



The only thing that came to mind was that as he had left he had hugged her. She had seemed a little uncomfortable with the affection in that gesture and he wondered if that was when he had blown it. It was ridiculous, after everything they’d shared how could a hug frighten her?



No, she’d had her fun with him; she’d been with the old high school quarter back, now she was moving on to bigger and better things. Rob could not understand what Karen been thinking when she had set him up with her, or how she could be friends with a girl like that.



It was not that Rob did not think Courtney had a right to sleep with whomever she felt like, but he felt led on. He wondered if he had interpreted more from her words than he should have. Maybe she had just been trying to keep things casual and he had spooked her by texting her too soon. Rob felt woefully ill equipped to handle all this. He missed the days when he’d just had a girlfriend, he slept with her, he refrained from sleeping with anyone else, and things were simple.



Now he had to worry about hurt feelings and conflicted emotions. Worst of all he was perpetually aroused. All he could think about was how good it had felt to be with Courtney. How sexy and beautiful she was. How he felt about her despite the frustration she was causing him. He could not bring himself to truly dislike her, despite what his sister had told him he could not believe that the girl he had spent New Year’s Day with was the same girl Jane had described.



Or maybe she was and Rob was just an idiot for thinking otherwise.

He left the shower feeling no less conflicted than when he had gone in and changed into his street clothes. He entered the mall the gym was attached to. Rob had an errand to run, his mother had bought him a gift certificate to buy a car radio at the specialty electronics store. After an hour or so of searching he wound up ordering one through the store catalogue that would suit his needs perfectly. It was a unique order and would take some time to come in, but Rob did not mind. He would not be able to drive the car until spring anyway.



Rob decided to eat lunch in the food court and got in line for the sandwich shop. He checked his phone, it had become a compulsion at this point, still no messages from Courtney. As he was looking at his phone he felt a soft touch on his shoulder. He turned and was looking into a brightly smiling face of a young woman. She had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and was wearing a very fashionable winter outfit.



“Jenna?” he asked, slightly taken aback.



“Rob, oh it’s so good to run into you,” she said. She wrapped her arms around him tight, and he hugged her back.



“How… How are you?” he stammered as she pulled away.



Rob felt ridiculous. He had dated this girl for four years; there was nothing to be nervous about.



“Good,” she said, her lips remaining in a radiant smile. “Really good. How about you?”



Not so good then, Rob realised. Jenna always overstated how good she was feeling when something was wrong.



“I’m good,” Rob lied no more effectively than she had. “How’re your parents?”



“They’re doing well,” she replied. “My father is taking my mother to Europe next week, she was complaining she hadn’t been to Paris for a few years so he decided to take her on a tour of the entire continent of Europe,” she said, rolling her eyes.



They talked as they went through the line-up and sat down to eat lunch together. It was not long before they fell into old patterns of conversation. The old jokes came up, and felt good in their familiarity. Jenna expressed her disappointment at not seeing him during the break. He had been so wrapped up in what was going on with Courtney that he had forgotten to get back to her to arrange a meet up. She smiled when he apologised, reaching over the table to grab his hand.



“Well, I’m not doing anything today. I was supposed to go shopping with Beth but she bailed to go skiing with Andrew,” she said, rolling her eyes.



Beth was her younger sister, a miniature of her statuesque sister. Andrew was her boyfriend, a quiet young man who actually reminded Rob a lot of himself, which made sense since she had always had an enormous crush on her older sister’s boyfriend.



“I’m not doing anything either,” he said. “I was going to go home and install a radio in the car, but I have to wait a week or two before it’s going to be in.”



“You’re still working on that thing?” she asked.



Rob nodded. “I’ve got it running and everything, it’s just the interior stuff and some tuning that needs to be done now. It’ll be ready for spring.”



“That’s good,” she said.



A pause fell over them.



“Uh, listen,” Jenna said. “I’m really glad we ran into each other. I was worried when you didn’t show up to the party at New Year’s, and then didn’t text me back, that you were angry with me.”



Rob reached forward and gripped her hand gently. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been distracted.”



Jenna smiled at him. “You were never good at making plans. Remember our road trip during the summer before our senior year?”



Rob laughed. “Yeah, that wasn’t my shining moment.”



They had gone to a campground but he had forgotten to pack the tent.



“I don’t know, sleeping in the truck bed was kind of fun,” Jenna said.



She ran her thumb along the back of his hand flirtatiously, an old signal of theirs. Rob looked up into her eyes, meeting her thoughtful gaze for a moment.



“My mom and dad are around here somewhere. I’m supposed to meet up with them after they’ve made their arrangements for their trip but why don’t I get a ride home with you and we go skating instead?” she suggested nervously.



“Uh, yeah sure, I’d like that,” he replied with a smile.



A smile returned to her face as well. They brought their trays to the garbage and dumped the remains of their lunch. Jenna called her mother on her cell phone explaining the change of plans. The mall was across the road from a skating rink, one of their first dates had been going to it during their Christmas break four years earlier.



They rented out skates and went out on the ice. Neither were particularly good skaters, but both were naturally athletic and managed not to fall. They laughed as they pushed each other, avoiding the other skaters as they chased one another around.



Rob nearly collided with an elderly woman and a child he assumed to be her granddaughter, prompting the two of them to slow down. Jenna linked her arm with his and they did slow laps around the rink, talking about the time they had spent separated.



After a while it felt like they had never broken up, but Rob remained guarded, unwilling to allow himself to be sucked in for the third time in the span of a few weeks. This proved to be beneficial to him later when they sat in the bleachers, sipping the hot chocolate they had bought at the canteen from Styrofoam cups.



Rob had made Jenna laugh by reminding her of the time his mother had caught them naked together in his room. The ensuing ‘talks’ with both their parents had been painfully embarrassing at the time, but now seemed funny. Jenna’s hand rested on his thigh as she laughed, an old gesture that she quickly pulled away from. They both stopped laughing, her eyes turning to his sadly.



“Rob, listen…” she began.



“It’s alright,” he said.



Jenna shook her head. “I shouldn’t have shut you out. I thought that if we didn’t talk for a while it’d make things easier, but it’s sucked so much. But now, when we’re like this… I miss it Rob, but…”



“We’re not getting back together,” Rob finished.



Jenna’s eyes turned away from his, and nodded.



“Is there another guy?” he asked.



She laughed humorlessly. “There’s been a couple, nothing serious. I keep expecting it to be like with you, which really isn’t fair I guess.”



Rob nodded. “I’ve been doing the same.”



Rob felt something new inside of him. Understanding. He could understand Karen wanting to be with Adam over him for the first time. It wasn’t necessarily that Adam treated her better or that he was better looking, it was that they had a shared history together. That history, those past experiences, they were hard to let go of. Even with the best of intentions it was not easy to let go of the familiar for the fear of the unknown.



Then there was Courtney. Rob had interpreted something deep between them, where in reality there had mostly just been physical attraction. He had expected a relationship because to him sex and commitment were one and the same. For Courtney maybe the two things were not tied in the same way. She might have liked him well enough, but not enough to have more than what they had shared. For her it could be a fond memory, a good start to the year, some sort of fantasy from her past made reality.



Rob felt better for the first time in days. It did not have to be hurtful, if Courtney’s mind worked that way and she expected him to think in the same manner, then in her mind she had done him a favor. She was beautiful, and they had shared an amazing time together, but maybe that was all she had ever expected to come of it. Most guys would have been happy with that. To have had a shot with her, and then have no further expectations.



The suggestions that she wanted to spend more time together might have been sincere at the moment, but had changed after she had had time to consider it. Rob could not fault her for that, even if it did not meet what he had hoped for.



“What are you thinking about?” Jenna asked him.



Rob realised that he had been quiet for a long time.



“I guess I’m thinking that I’m happy I ran into you,” he said.



Jenna bit her lip, a sign she was holding something back.



“What?” he asked.



“I might have talked to Jane,” she said innocently.



Jane had told her that Rob had gone to the gym



“Oh,” Rob said.



“I heard you and Courtney Maclean…” she said, drifting off.



Rob blushed. “Oh, that. Yeah, kinda. I mean, there’s nothing serious.”



Jenna laughed. “Rob, you don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s not like I haven’t slept with anyone since… well you. Though I was kind of surprised.”



“Why?” he asked.



There was a bit of defensiveness to that reply, which Jenna picked up on.



“She just doesn’t seem your type,” she replied delicately.



Rob didn’t respond. It went unsaid what Jenna really thought of Courtney. She was a North Side girl, Rob knew what everyone in the South End would think of her.



“Do you remember what I said when we broke up?” she asked.



He nodded. “You said you worried that we were staying together because we were afraid to not have someone.”



Jenna nodded. “Sort of. After our first year of college I felt like we’d drifted. I don’t mean like you cheated on me,” she said hurriedly. “I just mean that we didn’t click in the same way and that we were staying together because neither of us were really angry with the other, and that we didn’t want to be alone. I was worried that we were staying with each other not because we loved each other, but so that we could always say, ‘he’s mine’ or ‘she’s mine’.”



Rob had a thought, it made him grin but he decided against voicing it.



“What?” she asked.



“Nothing,” he said.



“Tell me, we’re being honest here,” Jenna insisted.



“Alright,” he said. “I was just thinking that another reason why we stayed together for so long was because the sex was so good. It wasn’t too hard to not want other girls when I knew I had you waiting for me.”



Jenna grinned. “Yeah, that might have been part of it too,” she agreed.



Her mitten clad hand went over his, curling around his gently.



“How do you feel now?” he asked her. “About us?”



“More or less the same,” she said.



“Anything change?” he asked.



Jenna smiled. “For the first time I feel like we could actually be ‘just friends’.”



“Same here,” Rob replied.



“Want to get dinner?” she asked.



Rob nodded. “That sounds like a good idea.”



They left the rink and went to the truck. The roads had grown icy, the temperatures were hovering around freezing, and a lot of ice was forming as the snow melted and refroze. They went to get Thai food, a buffet style affair. As they ate things took a turn. About midway through the meal Jenna’s leg brushed against Rob’s. At first he thought it was an accident, but it stayed, and he felt her foot press against his calf as they ate.



Jenna’s eyes took on a familiar look of mischief as they continued to talk, continuing the conversation as though nothing was happening. Rob was not sure what to make of this, she said she wanted to be friends but she was acting as though they were still in a relationship. He thought about the day in its entirety, how date-like it had been, and wondered what Jenna was playing at. He was about to ask, but then a theory came to mind.



Then he stopped himself.



Rob’s grandfather had taught him most of what he knew about women, usually while they worked together on the various projects he came up with. The number one thing, his grandfather told him, was to never assume you know how a woman’s mind works. By that he had not meant that women are somehow unknowable, he meant that you cannot possibly know someone if you put your own thoughts behind their actions. So he stopped theorizing about Jenna’s behavior, and asked her.



“Jenna,” Rob said, interrupting her as her foot slid up along the inside of his calf while she was telling him about her college roommate.



She stopped talking. “Yeah?”



“What are we doing?” he asked.



Jenna looked confused. “We’re having dinner,” she said, giving him an innocent look as her foot slid back down.



“Then why are you doing that to my leg?” he asked.



Her foot pulled away suddenly and a flush bloomed on her cheeks.



“I… I don’t… I mean,” she stammered, her face growing pink.



Rob softened his tone. “It’s alright Jenna. I’m just confused. We both agreed to be friends, and that we felt like we were friends.”



Jenna looked at him. “I know. That’s what I want, really. I just… miss it.”



“Miss what?” he asked.



Her blushed deepened. “You know. The fun times we shared.”



Rob nearly laughed. “You mean…”



“Not here Rob,” she hissed quietly, kicking him under the table.



Despite her voracious sexual appetite, Jenna had always been very shy about anything to do with sex being brought up somewhere someone might hear. Rob could not help but laugh.



“Is that what this is?” he asked. “An elaborate booty call?”



Jenna’s mouth and eyes widened, her face nearly going red. He thought she was going to walk out on him but the grin on Rob’s face stopped her from being really mad at him. His smile had always melted her heart, simultaneously goofy and cute, his hazel eyes glinting mischievously.



“No, a date between friends,” Jenna replied shyly, after she’d had a moment to collect herself.



“Oh, so we’re friends with benefits?” he asked, reaching his foot out so it slid up against her leg.



“Rob, quit it!” she said, swatting his arm scoldingly. She was grinning though, and Rob saw that he had hit the mark.



Jenna did not pull her leg away, and Rob left his foot rubbing against it for the remainder of the meal. When they had finished eating they returned to the truck and Rob drove the familiar route to Jenna’s house. He parked at the entrance to the driveway and waited for her to get out, but she remained where she was.



“Park down a bit further,” she said.



He did as she said, parking on the road. Jenna turned to him, and then trailed her hand across the seat and found his.



“Do you want to come in?” she asked.



“Jenna… I…”



“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Jenna said.



Rob looked at her. “But what if it does?” he asked.



“Then we’ll figure it out. Who are we hurting?” she asked, trying to sound more relaxed than she really was.



They were quiet for a while, Rob considering her words. This could be really damaging. It could open up new wounds, or reignite old passions. But it could also provide closer. It was a test, the ultimate test, of whether or not they still had any romantic feelings for each other. Perhaps that was why Jenna was suggesting they do it. Rob could not let himself do that. He could not let himself put thoughts into other people’s heads. It was what got him into trouble with Courtney, and it was what had always gotten him into trouble.



“Alright,” he said.



Jenna grinned nervously and squeezed his hand supportively before stepping out of the truck. Rob followed her down the road to the familiar spot of the fence that he had first climbed over four years earlier. He gave her a boost and she landed softly on the other side, waiting for Rob as he clambered over. They skirted along the edge of the property, their heart rates rising at the possibility of getting caught.



Mr. Piper had had motion activated floodlights installed years earlier after a neighbor down the road had been robbed. They had made it difficult for Rob to sneak into their yard undetected for late night rendezvous with Jenna in the guest house. He found himself following her to the familiar structure, the one he had help build three years before. His grandfather had been a stationary engineer by trade, but also had worked as a carpenter and had served as a mechanic in the army during the Second World War.



The two of them had built the guest house for Mr. Piper over the course of a summer one year, an under the table deal that had been beneficial for everyone involved. Jenna’s boots crunched on the snow as he followed her, the night had grown cold and the snow had a crust of ice over it. It made them seem loud, too loud for Rob’s taste, but the thought of getting caught was as exciting as it had been when he was only sixteen.



They came to the back of the guest house, which was situated in the far west corner of the yard, just out of the range of the lights motion detectors. Jenna pulled out her keys and unlocked the door, leaving it open for Rob to follow her inside. He shut the door behind himself and let his breathing relax. Jenna took off her long boots in the dark, deciding against turning on the lights in case someone saw them from the house. She threw her jacket over the back of a nearby chair, followed by Rob’s.



The one level structure had been recently occupied by her grandparents who had been visiting for Christmas. It had a main room that served as a bedroom/sitting area and second room which was a bathroom. Rob undid the laces of his own boots and followed Jenna to the bed, his heart beat quickening once more as his weight settled against the mattress.



Jenna’s was racing, feeling nervous and a touch shy. This was unusually bold behavior for her, but they needed closure. Neither were happy as they were, neither were able to move on. They needed to resolve this once and for all.



It was Rob who initiated the first kiss. In the darkness Jenna could hardly see him, but she felt his hand pressing against the side of her face, his thumb pressing up gently against her jawline to direct her mouth upward. His lips pressed tenderly against hers, their familiar softness bringing forth memories of the lustful hunger they had once had for each other. The kiss grew intense quickly, with Rob’s lips yielding to the presses of Jenna’s tongue as she pushed it into his mouth.



She moaned softly in victory when her wiggling organ found his, and let herself be pushed onto her back. Rob kissed her hungrily, pressing his long body on top of hers, feeling her firm breasts give way to the force of his chest pushing against them. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him against her as he brought his mouth to her throat, tasting her skin and making her gasp as he pushed the familiar buttons. Jenna reached behind him, pulling his shirt upward until Rob shifted back and let her pull it over his head.



She tossed it away and he dove back down on her, attacking her mouth with his once more. Her hands ran down his back, feeling the familiar musculature beneath her fingers. The muscles were more defined than they had been the last time they had been together, the result of his extra time spent in the gym. Rob pushed up at the hemline of her sweater, pushing it up along with the white tank top she wore beneath. Jenna had chosen a nice outfit to wear for this reunion, but had forgotten the logistics of getting it off.



It was tight fitting, hugging her curves, emphasizing the swells of her breasts. Rob grunted against her lips in frustration and used both hands to work the garment upward. Jenna took pity on him and reached down, helping him pull both the sweater and the tank top over her head, leaving her in just her bra from the waist up. They rolled, their lips meeting again as Jenna reached behind herself to remove her bra. She did so with practiced ease, letting her firm swells spill free from the restrictive cups.



Rob reached up and cupped them, feeling their familiar shape fill his hands. Without meaning to he found himself comparing them to Courtney’s. Courtney’s were larger, not by a large margin, but enough to be noticed. Jenna’s did not fill his hand in quite the same way, but they had equal firmness. Rob squeezed them as they kissed, making Jenna gasp against his lips when he teased the pink nipples that capped each fleshy swell.



Jenna drew herself up his body, the seal of their lips breaking so that he could take the nipple of her left breast into his mouth. She cupped the back of his head, cradling him to her chest as he sucked the stiff point. He teased it with his tongue and tweaked the other with his fingers, making her moan pleasurably. The scent of her perfume surrounded them, joined by Rob’s own masculine scent as a fog of lust engulfed them.

Rob pushed her back over, sliding down her body and pressing his lips to her bare stomach. His fingers curled around the waistband of her black leggings and she pushed her hips upward as he pulled down on them. Her long legs were slowly unveiled, still beautifully toned from running. Jenna was tall, and much of that height came in her legs. Rob tossed her leggings aside and kissed her flat tummy once more before turning his attention to her panties.



They were pretty, a matching pair of white to match her bra, fitting her like a bikini bottom. Rob was settled with his head between her parted thighs, and ran the middle finger of his right hand along the crotch of her panties. Jenna hummed and squirmed at his touch, her stomach contracting from the sensation of his finger pressing against her panty clad lips of her pussy. A damp spot formed in the cotton as Rob ran a teasing finger up and down, and Jenna’s squirming became more violent.



Rob hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties and drew them down her legs, standing as he came to her calves. He tossed them aside carelessly and began to undo his belt. He found himself nervous, afraid of what might come of this but unable to stop himself now that it was happening. His pants dropped to the floor, followed by his boxers, and he clambered back into bed. He crawled over Jenna and pressed his lips to hers, lying naked with her once again.



One of her hands pressed against the back of his head, the other went between them, grasping his semi-stiff manhood. Jenna hummed against the kiss as Rob ran his fingers along the glistening lips of her pussy. She shaved herself clean, like Courtney, a habit she’d developed sometime during eleventh grade. Everything was so familiar about her, the noises she made, the way she held him, the way she felt as she lay beneath him, all of it was imprinted with memories.



Jenna felt his organ grow to full mast in her hand, her experienced touch making him stiff with ease. She drew the head of his cock towards what lay between her legs, and Rob moved his hand to allow her to press it to her entrance. There was no need for protection; Jenna had been on birth control for years.



“Rob,” she gasped as he pushed forward, the bulbous helm of his turgid member prying past the tight opening of her sex and sliding into her awaiting channel.



She was tight. Her pussy squeezed each inch of his rigid shaft snugly, her own natural lubricants aiding its progress. Jenna had not been lying when she said she had been with other guys. But only two and both fairly close together about two months earlier. She had been down on herself, questioning her decision to break up with Rob, desiring any intimacy she could find. They had both been nice enough, but they had not given her what she was looking for, they had not given her peace.



Rob kept pushing forward until he bottomed out inside of her, holding still as he felt her channel adjust to having this foreign body inside of it. He kissed her neck gently, comfortingly, until she began to shift impatiently beneath him.



“Please Rob,” she breathed.



Her need was clear in her voice, and Rob wasted no time. He eased back, her stretched lips clinging to his glistening length, reluctantly relinquishing its prize until just half was still inside. Rob drove forward, making Jenna gasp. She shook slightly, a shiver of excitement running through her as she felt the familiar power of his body as it began to move above her. Rob controlled his movements, setting a steady pace. His hips swayed as he methodically entered and withdrew from her tightly gripping sex.



Jenna’s hands held onto Rob, her fingers splayed out over his shoulder blades as he moved in and out over her. Her long legs wrapped around him, her heels pressed against his buttocks as they clenched and relaxed with every thrust. Her breathing changed, and Rob took her harder, increasing the pace and force of each stoke. Jenna’s body shuddered, slight tremors running through her as a steady stream of moans and gasps forced their way past her parted lips.



Rob kissed her neck, his lips and tongue toying with the spot where her jaw met her throat while he bucked his hips into her. His chest pressed against hers, her breasts flattening against him and a film of sweat forming between their joined bodies. Rob knew what Jenna liked, and he knew that she could not bear this ceaseless motion of his hips. It was an easy motion, back and forth like a pendulum ticking down the seconds until it became too much for her.



Jenna’s hands pressed tight against his back, holding him in a tight embrace as his hips maintained their ceaseless motion. Rob never seemed to grow tired, he could keep going and going, not stopping until she lay exhausted beneath him. No matter how hard she had tried, Jenna had never been able to wear Rob out. Her legs squeezed against him tight, sweat pooling in between her breasts and on her stomach, and she found it harder and harder to hold on.



Rob cradled her head with both hands, turning it sideways to expose her throat to his lips. He felt the vibrations of her moans against them as he tasted the perspiration on the flesh. Rob nibbled gently, making her gasp and stiffen slightly. He angled his hips and drove down hard, breaking from the tempo he’d set as he began to hammer into her. Jenna could not withstand the onslaught for very long, she was already so close.



“I’m going to cum,” she groaned. “Don’t stop Rob, please!” she pleaded.



He didn’t, he wouldn’t. He continued to drive into her, his engorged member sliding in and out of her sex like a greased piston. Rob felt her head tilt forward, her chin going towards her chest as her jaw tightened, causing the muscles in her throat to flex as a low, almost growling sound started deep inside her chest, only to erupt as a cry of utter bliss as her orgasm crashed over her. Everything tightened around him, her arms, her legs, and her channel, all of it holding him tight as she went barrelling over the edge.



Jenna held on to him desperately, clinging to him as she was flooded with her climax. She flexed her legs around him, drawing him further into her convulsing sex, her cry becoming laboured breathing as the orgasm worked through her. Jenna eventually grew still beneath him, lying back on the bed exhausted. Rob kissed her gently; her tongue was clumsy as she kissed back dizzily. Jenna came back to reality, and her motions became surer.



They made out for a while, giving Jenna the opportunity to recover before moving on. Rob pulled away, his cock leaving her channel as he rolled over onto his back. Jenna straddled him, sliding down on his cock, and began to ride him. He pushed his hips up against her, holding her waist as she slid up and down his length. She straightened, her head tilted back as she impaled herself over and over on his shaft. Rob wrapped an arm around her waist, and began to drive upward, holding her still as he fucked her.



Jenna came forward, letting Rob hammer his cock into her, the rising need to cum once more filling her. He flipped her over, staying inside of her, making her gasp as her back hit the mattress. His ferocity surprised her. He was taking her harder than he ever had before. He grabbed her legs and pushed them forward, sawing in and out of her body, their bodies impacting with a smacking sound of flesh on flesh. The backs of her thighs gleamed with sweat, and her limbs were slippery as he pushed them back until she was folded in half.



“Rob,” she groaned.



He was not over the brink, he was still in control. Rob had only ever truly lost control once, but that had not been with Jenna, it had been with Courtney. He was being forceful, but not as much as he’d been with her. Courtney had unlocked something inside him Jenna never had, something Rob pushed back out of fear of hurting her. Jenna gripped the bed sheets tight, her breast squashed against her thighs as Rob took long, deep strokes.



Rob pulled out suddenly, pulling her legs apart and his head diving between them. Jenna squealed with delight as he brought his mouth to her pussy, his talented tongue pushing her towards the edge once more within minutes. His tongue toyed with her clit while his fingers slid up into her channel, probing until they found her sensitive G-spot. Rob fingered her hard, working her G-spot as he tongued her clit.



Before Jenna knew what was happening she was experiencing another orgasm, one that made her practically scream as her ass lifted from the mattress and her pussy squeezed around Rob’s devilish fingers. His palm was flooded with her nectar, his fingers coated liberally in the natural lubricant. They slid out from her still quivering sex and trailed down her perineum, making Jenna cry out again as they pushed past her sphincter and into her rectum.



He drew them in and out while she panted, dragging his tongue along her clit lazily. Rob was aware of the depth of Jenna’s sexual appetite, and how it embarrassed her. Only having sex twice in the past four months had probably led to her climbing the walls. He pitied her roommates; Jenna could be awful when grouchy. He let her come part way down from her climax before applying more direct pressure to her clit and increasing the sawing pace of his fingers.



Jenna’s hands balled up the comforter beneath her, her backdoor growing slipperier as Rob worked his fingers in and out.



“Do you have a condom?” he asked her. “I don’t have any on me.”



“I don’t know, check the old stash,” she replied breathlessly.



Rob pulled away and went to the bedside table. He pulled the bottom drawer completely out, finding the slender string of condoms taped the bottom of it. It was their ‘emergency’ supply, and had so far never been discovered. He drew out a packet and ripped it open, returning to the bed as Jenna rolled over onto her stomach. Anal sex hadn’t been a regular part of their sex life, but they had done it fairly frequently for something different.



Jenna watched Rob from over her shoulder as he sheathed his cock in latex and sidled in behind her. She reached behind herself, spreading her cheeks apart, presenting her little rosebud to him. Rob took hold of his rigid organ and pressed the head against her anus. He pushed forward, Jenna gave an uncontrollable squeak of discomfort as his bulbous cockhead pried past her tight sphincter.



“Are you all right?” he asked worriedly.



Jenna’s hands clutched the bed spread tightly, her eyes shut and brow furrowed. Rob held her cheeks apart, spreading her wide.



“Yeah,” she said uncertainly. “Just hold on a sec, haven’t done this for a while.”



“I can pull out…” Rob began.



“No,” she interrupted hurriedly. “Keep going.”



If this was going to be their last time together, Jenna wanted to experience everything with him once more. This was a part of their love making, and she needed to revisit everything with him before she could truly move on.



Rob eased a few more inches into her tight chute, the heat inside her was incredible, the tightness oppressive. As Jenna relaxed it became easier, and the condom provided the necessary lubrication to make his passage relatively pain free. She released the breath she’d been holding when he bottomed out, his balls resting against her. He settled down on top of her, lying over her body, his chest pressing against her back.



Rob kissed the nape of her neck gently as her rectum adjusted to the intrusion, and ran his hand along her flank gently. He caressed her and feathered comforting kisses along her throat, inhaling the scent of her hair and perfume as he held his cock inside of her. Jenna had always enjoyed their forays into anal sex. The only problem they had really encountered with it was that the size of Rob’s equipment meant that he could hurt her if he wasn’t careful.



Rob began to rock against her, a small amount of his length leaving her before sliding back in. Jenna had an incredible ass, tight and little, as firm as her legs from all the running she did. The cheeks formed an even line, a dark cleavage separating her buttocks. Above her ass, two little dimples on either side of her spine. It was the best ass Rob had ever seen, until he had seen Courtney’s.



Jenna’s sphincter gripped his cock tight as he broadened his range of motion, her grip on the bed sheets tightening as he increased the pace. High little grunts escaped her every time he bottomed out, growing louder as he straightened above her and gripped her by the waist. He drew back further, allowing three quarters of his length slide out before pushing it back it.



Jenna took it with relative ease, her chute was now stretched and lubricated enough to handle rougher treatment. Rob kept it easy, the tightness around his shaft more than making up for the slower pace. As she grew used to the steady rhythm of his hips, Jenna reached between her legs and began to toy with her pussy. Rob increased the force behind his thrusts, causing a soft fleshy smack resulting from his balls impacting her.



Jenna circled her clit while Rob fucked her steadily, the sensation of being filled in such a naughty place exciting her more than the act itself. Her fingers worked her clit harder as his steady rhythm continued, growing frantic as she neared another climax. Rob was hanging on by a thread. The noises she was making, the breathless panting and moaning, the almost inaudible pleas to keep going, were driving him towards the edge.



Rob pushed his need back, wanting to do this for her. To give her a good memory for what was likely their last time together. He had known as soon as they had started that the old spark was gone. There was still hunger, but much of their motions were just done out of practice. He liked her, but he did not love her. He had moved on, and so had she, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t bring each other pleasure.



So he stiffened his resolve and kept going, though his strength to resist was flagging.



The motions of Jenna’s fingers grew frantic, frigging her clit desperately as Rob sawed his full length in and out of her rectum. He increased the force of his thrusts, shoving himself against her, causing her to reel forward. Her body stiffened beneath him, and he saw a shudder ripple through her back as she came once again. Her spine twisted, her mouth opening in a silent scream that became an extended exhalation, ragged with lust.



Rob felt her seize up around him, grabbing him tight as her body shook on the bed below him. She pulled her hand away from her hyper-sensitive clit and rode the wave, feeling Rob’s hands rub her sweaty back while she continued to tremble long after the climax had ended. She shut her beautiful blue eyes, her a few golden strands of her hair sticking to her flushed cheek. Rob brushed those away and kissed her cheek gently.



Rob pulled out of her ass, watching her yawning anus close once his shaft was freed. He ripped off the condom, tossing it into a nearby wastebasket before rolling her over to her side, taking one long leg and spreading her open to him. The inside of her calf rested against his chest as he eased into her still sensitive pussy, slowly sliding into the warm wetness it provided. Jenna groaned tiredly as he entered her with ease, sliding into her sodden pussy without difficulty.



Rob had always loved her in this position, being able to see so much of her beautiful body while being able to manipulate her so completely. He reached down and ran his hand along her flank and around to her stomach. Rob began to rock his hips and brought his fingers to her clit, toying with the sensitive bud as he began to fuck her once more. He gripped her leg, feeling the taut muscles beneath the smooth skin, the same leg he had massaged the soreness out of so many times in the past.



But no more.



That was not him anymore. That was not them anymore. They were not boyfriend and girlfriend anymore, and rather than sadden him it made Rob happy. Happy because he was free, because Jenna was free, because he realised that she had been right. He had been terrified of being alone, so he had not let himself accept that they were truly over.



That was why he had assumed so much of Karen and Courtney. Why he had turned one night of sex with Karen, and a bit more with Courtney, into the starting blocks of a relationship instead of what it really was: one night of sex with Karen, and a bit more with Courtney.



It was because he could not let something simple just stay simple, it had to fill the void the termination of his relationship with Jenna had left. It was far too much to expect, and very naïve of Rob to think that such a thing was possible in such a short period of time. So as he worked his cock in and out of Jenna, he was grateful to her for teaching him yet another thing, for this final lesson.



How to move on.



Rob massaged Jenna’s clit and made long, full strokes in and out of her. Gripping her sweaty limb tight as he pushed into her over and over. He felt the pressure at the base of his shaft becoming unbearable, and gave in. He pushed her onto her back, his cock remaining lodged inside of her as he hunched over her and began to buck his hips madly. Jenna recognized the change in his thrusts, feeling the urgency behind them, and held on tight as Rob came sprinting to the finish.



She came before he did, though perhaps only by a second. The moment her pussy clamped down around him Rob sank his shaft deep into her and held it there, groaning as his cum moved through his cock and spewed into her. Jenna’s nails dug into his skin as he came, his pulsing member pumping his semen deep into her protected womb, splattering her insides with the sticky white substance. His balls drained inside of her, her squeezing pussy drawing out a few extra spurts before the stream ended and Rob lowered his panting form onto hers.



They lay there, sweaty and breathing heavily, for a few long minutes. Rob’s cum seeped out of Jenna as his erection receded, and he kissed her gently on the lips. It was affectionate, but lacked the love and adoration he had once had for her. Rob slumped over her, his breathing slowly approaching normal. He began to laugh silently, the convulsions making Jenna think he was crying.



“Rob, what’s wrong?” she asked.



He laughed aloud. “Nothing, sorry.”



It was the elation that this had gone so well, that there were no hurt feelings or tears shed, that relief that made him laugh. Jenna calmed as she realised that it was laughter, and not tears that was making him shake.



“What is it?” she asked.



“I just thought of something,” he said. “You’ve got to be the best friend I’ve ever had.”



“Why? Because I have sex with you?” she asked, laughing softly.



“No, because even after knowing you for so long, you’re still teaching me things,” he told her.



Jenna kissed him on the cheek gently. “Well, I am the smart one remember.”



They both laughed, and Rob pulled away. Somehow this felt normal, it was not awkward. It should have been, for both of them, but it was not. Both were so happy to find closure, and to have found it so peacefully, that they were not able to feel any awkwardness. They cleaned up in the bathroom and then got dressed, making their stealthy retreat back over the fence and onto the road. They walked down the road, hands linked, as friends.



They walked past the truck as he led her to the front gate of her house, and she turned to face them when they arrived.



“I’m sorry,” she said.



“For what?” Rob asked.



“For not responding to your messages. For not doing this sooner,” she replied.



Rob reached forward and brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face before leaning forward and kissing her gently on the cheek, a chaste gesture that made her smile.



“It all worked out,” he said.



Jenna hugged him, and he wrapped his arms around her.

The day started off normally, getting up, getting the kids dressed. Getting something to eat, just cereal was not what she had a craving for. After getting the kids ready for school, and showing them the door. She caught a glimpse of what she really wanted for breakfast . With a smile emerging on her face, he closed and locked the door. No one was home, but them. The doors were locked and deadbolt engaged. They had till 3:00, it would just be the two of them rocking each others world. She was getting wet at the thought. He was growing harder and bigger than he had in a while.



Kissing each other passionately, the few clothes that they had on, hit the floor. Her pussy was dripping wet with anticipation of his cock pumping in and out of her like a high revving stroked engine. Long, hard, fast, exaggerated strokes. Sliding onto the bed, he gave her the hard shaft deep into her pussy. She came as he went in. She wanted to suck her juices off his cock right after he slid out of her.



She took it unto herself to slide down the bed, just as he slid out of her. Juices about to drip off that tool of his, she wrap her hand around his tool. Like on auto-pilot he went to go back in her now M.I.A. pussy, instead he got her mouth. And in he went, all the way. There was a difference in density/tightness between her pussy and her mouth. He liked sliding into her pussy, he loved sliding into her mouth. She wanted him in her mouth so bad, the thought was diving her mad.



He had to ensure that her throat was thoroughly wet and coated with her saliva from deep in her throat, so he could face fuck her. He had ensure she was well lubricated and warmed up, before taking the plunge. Otherwise she could puke . Didn’t bother him, but he was sure that he would get a lot less blowjobs if she did.



He would take several strokes, shallow at first, then lengthening his depth of penetration. Pausing to remove his cock so she could breathe. On that stroke as he removed his cock, he could feel the in-rush of air over his cock was running out of her mouth. The first time he would always feel that, he would almost blow his load.



He reamed out her throat, coating it with the saliva from deepths of her throat. When her eyes stopped watering, she could see how deep he was feeding his cock into her throat. Over a period of what seemed like an eternity, allowing short stops to breath, very important, his pelvis touched her mouth. She opened her eyes, he was in. He was persistent, and worked at it, until he was in. Who says you can’t deep throat? He said with patience and practice, anyone could deep throat. She said that her gag reflex would not allow it.



She hadn’t thrown up, and most importantly, she hadn’t choked. Gagged a bit, sputtering Flem around his cock was just lube needed to deep-throat her. He repeated sliding in and out of her mouth slowly and methodically, until he could easily go down her throat. He moved up his pace Slowly he brought up the rhythm to violently fucking her face, started off using 3 strokes and grew to 6 strokes.



He pulled out to the tip, letting her rest, catching up on her breathing. When her breathing seemed to regain a sense of composure, he said, “Deep breath.” When she partially inhaled, he slammed. It was like having a colonoscopy, with a big tool being shoved down her throat for an extended period of time.



Then came sounds that no one should hear during or after, “Are you guys still in bed? What are you guys still doing in bed?”



She swallowed a huge lump in her throat, which contained his cock. She could feel the blood pouring into her face, as her throat tightened up around him. He just looked up in surprise, to see his mother there. It was mission critical time.



Her throat had tightened around his cock, her mouth shuddered as his cock moved out of her mouth. It was like ectoplasm coated her face. He was planning on shooting into her mouth, a least a weeks worth of build up. Remember what the guys faces looked like after getting slimed in ghost busters? That was clean compared to her face. His mother was at the door and boldly asked,”What are you guys still doing in bed? You are burning daylight.”



“Fucking mother, what does it look like? How the fuck did you get in, I locked the door, that included the dead bolt.”



“No you didn’t, the door was wide open,” with the door key in hand. Without even any attempt to show any remorse, she came in the bedroom, and sat down on the bed. Repeating, “What are you guys still doing in bed?”



In unison, they both shouted, ” Fucking, what does it look like you dumb bitch?” White ectoplasm goo dripped off her nose onto her ample chest. “We want the fucking house key. You call before you come over, or didn’t they teach you proper edict? Like you always bitch to us about.”



His mother was getting pissy, not wanting to back down, “You can’t spend all day in bed…” Showing no shame, embarasement or remorse for her actions.



“Get the fuck out, you dim witted BI…Atch. You weren’t invited over, you didn’t ask or knock before you entered. You are just standing there, like this is the first time you’ve seen a man fucking a woman. Get out before we call the cops,” they shouted in unison.



She just stared in disbelief, like a fucking dummy. Did they just swear at her? She backed away from the room, facing them as she backed out. “How can you guys be so rude, I’d go as far as say insensitive.”



It was a race between the the couple to go from fucking, to see who would kick her out first. As they got to the door, she was in the car, racing out of the yard. They shut, locked, dead bolted the door. She put her back to the door, laughing. Ectoplasm still her face. He looked at her with nothing on.



His cock was hardening as he stared at her on the floor. He stepped forward presenting his cock to her. She swallowed without hesitation. She wanted to see if she had to be worked over again to be able to deep throat. As soon as she could, she tried to gulp him down. It was a little rough. She tried sucking him down, once, twice, then going for a third, she got most of the way down. She had to back off cause almost threw up.



He lead her back into the bedroom, dragged her by her hair. All he wanted to do was fuck her. Plaster her again with goo. Use her as a vessel to rid his mind of what just happened. As bad as he thought he wanted to use her to get rid of the image, she was in about 10x worse shape. She started begging him to use her, abuse if need be to get the image of his mother walking in out of her head.



Placing her head just on the edge of the bed, he began to use her mouth and throat. He worked away at face fucking her, trying to shake the image from their minds of what they experienced. With in seconds, he was root deep back in her throat. The spectacl they had just witnessed burned in their minds, was quickly getting erased. He was choking her, well almost. He didn’t really care at that point.



Nearing eruption he pulled out, to calmly ask, “Images still there?”



Sensing he was close, she boldly stated, “Your choice, on the face, boobs or in the pussy to finalize erasure of the images…” And with that he moved towards her pussy. He pumped into her pussy a few times, and the he pulled out one last time. Just as he was going to re-insert, when a familiar sensation overtook him. Much faster than normal, he had less time to prepare than usual. He fired one long volley. Laying a strip from her pussy to almost her nose.



“Images erased,” he sighed collapsing face first beside her.



She scoops up as much of the cum as possible. Then she seductively sucks it into her awaiting mouth. He just looks at her in awe, and wonder, smiling thinking what a dirty little bitch is she.

I met my girlfriend during my freshman year at college in my very first class. Anna sat next to me in English 101. When I first saw her, I had to look at her closely to make sure she wasn’t a ghost. She had jet black hair and very pale skin. There were tip-offs that she was real. She was wearing bright, primary colors (and ghosts are always naked). She didn’t look as if she was made of smoke and I wasn’t hard. Anna looked worried. It was our first day in class at college. I guess a lot of us looked a bit scared and overwhelmed by the changes. When I walked into my College Algebra class later that day, I saw her sitting by herself. I gave her a smile she didn’t return and sat next to her. That first week of classes passed without a conversation between us. Her scared look never left her. I began to decide that was her natural expression, what the hell did I know?



Meanwhile, during the first week, I had encountered my first ghosts my dorm room. Having a roommate meant saving my jerk-off times for when I was alone and that meant learning my roommate’s schedule. Once I had a good feeling for it, I was eager to release a load that had built up. Sure enough, as soon as I was about to blast off, a spirit showed up. I hosed her down and that was that. The next time I had time for some solo play, the same thing. I didn’t know how many times it would happen. Back home, it had happened a dozen times before I could jerk-off in peace.



As far as I could tell, spirits where limited to individual buildings or finite locations. It was something I had tested during the summer, like with the ghost in the mall. If I was inside the mall (and hard), he was there. If I was in the parking lot, he wasn’t there. I don’t think he could reach me. The couple ghosts I had met in the woods were the same way. They would follow me around a small area. (Again, provided I had summoned them with a near orgasm and remained hard.) But if I stepped outside that small area, the ghost vanished. I don’t know if we have the choice when we pass, but I hope I get a big building.



Anyway, back to Anna. When our second week of classes started, she looked worse. She had bags under her eyes, her clothes looked wrinkled and it was clear she was unhappy. After English, I reached out to her. “You know, if you need someone to talk to, I can listen,” I said. She gave me brave smile.



“I’m okay.”



“I think there’s even professional services on campus,” I offered, remembering bits of my freshman orientation. Anna released a little laugh.



“Do I look that bad?”



“I don’t know,” I said, unaccustomed talking to pretty girls. “I’m just saying. You look worried or something.” What she asked next rocked me.



“Do you believe in ghosts?” she blurted out. I laughed hard and it looked as if my sudden burst of laughter hurt her feelings.



“No, it’s not like that,” I tried to assure her. “I do believe. I mean, I more than believe. I know they are there.”



“Bullshit,” she said and she walked away. Maybe she was heading to class or maybe she was blowing me off. I wasn’t sure which, but I wasn’t going to let her walk away without explaining something to her.



“I’m serious,” I called and I watched her walk away. Great. Just like high school. When I walked into Algebra, I worried if I should sit next to her or not. “Is it okay if I sit here?” She nodded.



After class, she followed me until we were outside the building. She touched my arm. “Please tell me you’re not lying to me.” We talked. I didn’t tell her how I knew there were ghosts, not exactly, only that I knew they were real and if the conditions were right, I could see them. It turned out she was sensitive to ghosts. She couldn’t see them, but she could feel them. She said they were everywhere. The only way for me to check her claim wasn’t very practical. She said she hadn’t been sleeping well because her dorm room was haunted. I explained it wasn’t her room, it was the building and they were attracted to her. It didn’t make her feel better.



“I can fix it,” I told her. She didn’t believe me, but I promised I could. The only problem was, I had to be alone when I did it. Desperate, she offered me her room one afternoon. She waited in the hallway while I took care of business. I got myself hard and once I worked myself close to an orgasm, a pretty ghost arrived and I did what I can do. I cleaned up my mess and opened the door for her.



Anna stood in the middle of her room with her eyes closed. “It’s different,” she reported. “One is gone, but there are more.”



“How many more?”



“I don’t know, I can’t tell. I only know one is gone now. You really did it.”



“Told you.”



“Can you do it again?” she asked, with a hopeful look on her face.



“Yeah, I guess,” I said. “It will take me longer to get rid of another.”



“Why?”



“Just one of those things,” I hedged.



“But you’ll try?”



“Sure,” I said and chased her out of the room. I wasn’t used to jerking off twice in such a short period of time. It took me a bit to get myself worked back into a hard-on and longer still to get close to an orgasm. I looked around her room for some inspiration. I found it in a hamper, a pair of her panties. I held them for inspiration and soon saw another spirit. I took aim and fired. Pleased to release another, I cleaned up my mess, tossed her panties back in the hamper and invited her back into her room. Again, she closed her eyes and stood still. “Better?” I asked.



“Better, but there are more. Can you do it again?”



“Not today,” I said. Anna looked crushed.



“Why?”



“It takes a lot of energy out of me. We can try again tomorrow if you want.”



“Really?” she asked, looking excited. She gave me an unexpected kiss on the cheek. “That would be so good!”



When she walked into English the next day, she looked tired but she gave me a happy smile. It was the same smile she flashed me when I sat next to her in Algebra later that morning. After class, we walked back to her dorm. She peppered me with questions and I answered the ones that I could. She wanted to know what I did and I couldn’t tell her. I could tell her how long I’ve been able to do it, but not how I found out. I told her, right before I released a spirit, I could see it. She was curious how they looked. I didn’t tell her they were always naked. I told her my theory about how ghosts were attracted to those who were sensitive and she answered a question I always wondered about. “You’re not surrounded by ghosts,” she said.



“I guess I summon them, one at a time,” I said. It made sense. That afternoon, for her, I managed to vanquish two more ghosts from her building, but I knew it was a pace I wouldn’t be able to maintain. Yeah, I’m a guy and I love to get off, but I have my limits, okay? The next day, I got rid of one ghost and knew it would be a waste of time to try a second time. Anna looked disappointed, but accepted that I needed time to recharge my “energy.”



Another week went by and I had to limit myself to one spirit a day. It was getting boring for me and each time it took a bit longer than it had the day before. She was appreciative, but there weren’t any more spontaneous kisses from her. I started feeling used. Jerking off is fun, but it’s more fun in my own space, with my own inspiration on my own schedule. This was turning into work. It was my tenth day of banishing ghosts from her dorm without knowing how many were left. I decided it was my last day. I did what I do, cleaned up and got dressed. When I opened the door to her, I gave her the news. “I’m spent. I don’t think I can do this anymore.” Anna looked disappointed.



“Are you sure?” she asked. “It really feels different in here.”



“I don’t know how many more there are and, well, it takes a lot of energy.”



“Maybe if you rest for a couple days you can try again?”



“Maybe,” I said. She gave me a smile and I got my second kiss from her. It wasn’t any better than her first kiss, just a peck on my cheek. Screw her. Let her stay haunted, what difference did it make to me? She gave me a smile and I left her room. I was halfway to my dorm when my cell phone rang. It was Anna.



“You’re a fucking pervert,” she said.



“Excuse me?” I asked, trying to figure out why she call me that.



“I left the cam on my laptop and I see what you were doing in my room you freak!”



“Anna, I can explain,” I stammered. “That’s how I do it. That’s how I get rid of the ghosts.”



“By jerking off on them? Fuck you,” she said and she hung up her phone.



When I walked into English the next day, I choose a seat on the other side of the room. Anna kept looking at me, but I did my best to ignore her. After class, I was the first one out of the door and I purposely headed into the men’s room across the hall and hid there until I was sure it was safe. The hallway was empty and I was a couple minutes late to my next class. When I went to Algebra later that day, I was there before her. I sat in a different chair. When she came into the room, she walked directly to me. “We need to talk,” she told me. Yeah, whatever. I didn’t have an interest in any conversation she wanted to have. I knew I was a freak. I didn’t need her to call me a pervert on top of it. She hit the door before me after Algebra and caught me as I left the room. “Please, can we talk?” she asked. She didn’t look pissed, but I was wary.



“I don’t think we have anything to talk about,” I said. I turned towards the door and she kept pace with me.



“I believe you,” she said.



“Uh-huh,” I said and kept walking.



“I mean it,” she said, tugging on my arm and making me stop. “I don’t know why it works, but I saw it.”



“Saw what?”



She looked both ways before answering. “The ghost. I saw it, or something I think was it. And after you, you know, did your thing. It was gone.”



“Yeah, okay. So I wasn’t lying, but I’m still a fucking pervert,” I said. I started walking again. Her words had hurt.



“I don’t care,” she said, running to catch up with me. “I need you to do it again.” I ignored her. “Please, they’re still there.” She ran in front of me and stopped me. “Please?”



“Why should I?” I asked her. “I’m serious. What’s in it for me?” That shut her up, at least for a moment.



“I don’t know. Maybe I could help you do it?” she suggested. “Do you know if it works that way? Do you have to be alone?”



“No, it works if someone else is around,” I told her. “But how are you going to help?”



Anna blushed a bit and gave me a shy smile. “I don’t know. I could maybe do stuff, like touch you or something?” That was enough to get my attention, though I tried to play it cool.



“Okay, we’ll try it. Once.”



“Can we do it now?” she asked.



“I guess,” I said and I fought off the urge to get hard as we walked to her dorm room. Unfortunately, the urge to get hard turned into a fleeting sensation.



“So, how does it work?” she asked once we were inside her room.



“Can you feel any ghosts nearby?”



“Not especially close, does that matter? How do you know when they’re close?”



“I don’t. I mean, they tend to show up right when….” I faded off, unsure how to word it. She was waiting and I couldn’t think of a polite way to say it. “When I’m close to getting off.” She gave me a tiny smile and nodded as if she understood. “I think they know I’m close to, you know, and that’s why they show up. That’s when I can see them. Then, when I… you know, I have to do it on them.”



“On them?”



“It doesn’t ever seem to land on them, but I guess it hits them. Either way, they vanish and stay gone.”



“So, can we do it?” she asked. I knew she wasn’t asking if we could fuck. I nodded and grabbed the front of my pants. It felt funny with her sitting there. I couldn’t relax enough to get hard. Ten straight days of jerking off hadn’t helped. She asked what she could do. “What if we kiss?” We did and it helped some, but I felt as if we were kissing because she wanted something from me. We kissed some more and she put her hand between my legs. That helped more. I started getting hard. We kept kissing and she kept rubbing the front of my pants. It felt good being hard, but I knew nothing was going to happen unless I was close to an orgasm. I told her as much and she worked the front of my pants. “Is it okay if I suck you?” she asked. I nodded. “But you have to promise you won’t cum in my mouth.”



“I can’t,” I explained. “I have to do it at the ghost.” She smiled, nodded and went to work on my dick. That made the difference. I saw a manly ghost appear. I didn’t tell her it was a man. She didn’t need to know. She didn’t say anything about feeling him close, but I could see him. I waited until she had me on the edge of my orgasm before I pulled out and came in the direction of the ghost.



“Wow, it’s gone,” she said.



“Are there others?”



“Yes, but not as many,” she reported.



“Damn,” I groaned. How many could there be?



I can tell you. There were forty-two more ghosts to her dorm and she helped me vanquish each one of them. We got creative with how we did it. We had to. I never imagined I would get tired of blowjobs, but after ten straight days of her sucking me, it got a little boring. Her technique got better, but it wasn’t enough. “My mouth is getting tired,” she told me on the tenth day. She had been at it for over ten minutes.



“Sorry,” I said. “I’m trying, really hard.” She giggled.



“I can tell you’re hard.”



“You know what I mean.”



“Maybe we need to do something different?” she offered.



“I’m up for a suggestion,” I said and she giggled at my second unintentional pun. “Maybe you can take off your shirt or something?”



“Okay,” she said without an argument. She pulled off her t-shirt and bra and I admired her bare breasts. That made the difference. When she went back to sucking me, it summoned another ghost into view for me. I smiled at the pretty chick and when I got close to my orgasm, I pulled out of her mouth and came in the ghost’s direction. Mission accomplished.



I think the spirits were eager to be released because they find me, one at a time, even though I never left her room. In the days that followed, we did more stuff until she was bent over her desk and I was fucking her from behind. That worked really good for me. The first time we did it, we were able to vanquish two ghosts. By the time we had vanquished the last one, we were solidly boyfriend and girlfriend. She joked how I was the perfect boyfriend. “As long as there’s a ghost around, I never have to worry about you coming in my mouth.”



After ridding her dorm room of spirits, she asked if we could work on a couple of the buildings where she had classes. Fortunately, that was easier. There weren’t many ghosts in the buildings where the classes were held. It didn’t help matters that she felt we had an obligation to release as many ghosts as we could. Since I didn’t feel their presence like she did, I was stuck believing her. Like when we were in the library and she swore to me there were several spirits trapped there. We found a quiet corner and she worked me up until we could vanquish each spirit. The same thing happened in the student center, but without privacy, she made me jerk-off in the bathroom until she confirmed all the ghosts were gone. Let me tell you, it’s dang weird to have your girlfriend tell you to go jerk-off.



Things changed during the winter semester when her roommate pledged a sorority and Anna learned the sorority house was haunted. “My boyfriend can get rid of the ghosts,” she told her roommate, promising my services without checking with me. That pissed me off. What pissed me off more was finding out the sorority house had multiple spirits attached to it. Anna had a plan. She told the leadership of the sorority that we would have to visit each room in absolute privacy. Desperate for a change, they agreed. It took two weeks to vanquish the last spirit from the house. After we did, one of the sorority girls did a newspaper article about Anna and me and that began our business.



To this day, Anna’s the only person who knows the truth about me. Her ability to sense the presence of a ghost helps. That way, I’m not getting hard and almost coming as a test to see if a ghost shows up. If she doesn’t feel one, we know people are lying. We’ve gone into business together, too. Our rules are simple. We require absolute privacy to perform our magic. We’re the only ghostbusting team with a 100% satisfaction guarantee and we laugh every time we mention it, because to end your ghost problem, I have to be satisfied. And to date? We’ve never been called back to the same building twice.

“Life is the great indulgence – death, the great abstinence. Therefore, make the most of



Life – here and now.” – Anton LaVey



Chapter one|



Jay closed one of his favorite books, a book read so many times over the corner of a majority of the yellowed pages went forward with evidence of many a bookmarking. The weight of the paper book felt good against his thigh, his eyes closed to enjoy the warmth covering his face. Being a full-time writer Jay never had much time to relax, that is why he decided to call up his publisher and demand a vacation. Due to the success of his last book, “A noble sacrifice,” his publishing company was all but too happy to pay for him to take a much needed vacation.



Not having time to really travel anywhere outside of the United States, Jay just pick a map of America and closed his eyes, flipped a coin, and saw where it landed. San Francisco. As a child he had always wanted to see the Golden Gate Bridge and hopped on a plane that evening to California.



The flight was terrible, the plane was delayed, he got the aisle seat so the stewardess bumped his elbow with the cart every five minutes, his seat buddy wouldn’t shut up about his real estate business, his bags had gotten lost at the LAX landing, and his hotel room was accidentally given away, causing him to have a much less scenic view. To compensate for this bumpy start Jay decided to hit the beach early. Never one to be a believer of fake tans and being stuck inside writing all day had left Jay somewhat lighter than most on the beach, however he did work out frequently, giving him a boost of confidence in that aspect.



“So you like rainbows huh?” Startled by the sudden voice, Jay opened his eyes, blinded at first by the California sun. “Um, I uh…” Jay could only speak in vowels; fear crept into his stomach when he saw three muscular men. Jay looked down at his chest to his left pec, seeing the tattoo of a rainbow flag he had gotten when he graduated from high school. Before he could say anything in his defense the three men did something strange, they laughed.



The one who had spoken laughed until tears formed in his eyes and he fell to the ground, Jay gave a nervous chuckle. Once they had all stopped laughing one of the other two men, an Irishman with dark red hair and emerald eyes, spoke up with a thick accent, “Aye, were only a-kiddin’ ya.” He placed a thumb into his own trunks and pulled the waistband down a small bit, revealing a rainbow tattoo. The man who had spoke first, a brunette with chestnut hair and deep chocolate eyes, smiled at Jay, “but you should have seen your face!” At this the laughter started again, this time including Jay.



After hours of getting to know one another and chatting about everything from work to seasons of Will & Grace, Jay felt more comfortable around the three men. Jay learned that the Irishman, Ewan (whose drag/stage name was Ginger), was n airplane mechanic in the Air Force. The brunette, Mark (or as everyone called him, Marky Mark) was a physicist for NASA. Finally, the third member of the crew, a younger boy with almost-white hair and glacier eyes, Mynx (his parent’s were hippies) was a college student in Alaska who had come to San Francisco for an anime convention. Jay had also learned that they had all met online through a gay social networking site, and had all agreed to meet in San Francisco.



Jay stood up in stretched, making sure to playfully touch his toes and wink at Mynx. Mynx, who had not said a word all evening, blushed a deep red and looked away. The others clapped and giggled, Ewan gave him a slap on the ass. It was Mark who had the idea, that they should all hit a bar or two. Jay, never really much of a drinker, reluctantly agreed. Jay also raised the question of Mynx’s legality and ability to drink, to this Mynx finally spoke up, “I’m a graduate student,” his voice was soft but sweet, almost adorable, “and this is my fourth year, I’m twenty-two.” Everyone was dead silent. Apparently this was the first time Mynx had spoke. Mynx felt all the eyes on him and he quickly looked at the ground, shutting his mouth tightly.



Ewan was the one to break the awkward silence, “well let’s fucking part-ay then!” Everyone smiled and Mark made a crack at Ewan being Irish and always wanting to drink, to which Mark received a kiss. The kiss lasted a few seconds, and evoked a small moan from Mark’s lips. During the embrace Mynx leaned in to whisper to Jay, “they are dating,” a simple yet sufficient explanation. This did not bother Jay a bit because he was not interested in either Ewan or Mark; it was Mynx that had caught his eye. The young boy, Jay was only about five years older, ran a hand through his soft hair and looked over at Jay and made accidental eye contact, causing another blush and a quick eye diversion.



Jay laughed, “Get a room you two or save it for later, we have clubs to hit!” Ewan and Mark both laughed but broke their kiss, and settled for holding hands. The quartet made the long walk up the beach, towards a gay bar that was supposedly, by Ewan’s anecdotes, ‘fabulous,’ and not very far. Jay had forgotten all about the horrible morning he had, and all his frustration and tension was replaced by anticipation.



Chapter two



The bar had lived up to everyone’s expectations. It was a small building that sat atop the edge of a pier, practically levitating over the ocean. Outside the building was quite modest but inside was exactly the opposite. Christmas lights stretched over every wall and neon flashed brightened alcohol icons. Inside was packed with bodies, some shirtless, and the small stage hosted female, as well as transsexual, dancers. After being hit on for hours, drinking four Fuzzy Navel’s (Jay still giggled when he ordered one), and dancing tirelessly, Jay decided he needed some fresh air. The bartender told Jay he could go out onto the balcony of the bar which overlooked the water.



Once Jay had taken his drink outside and shut the door behind him he realized he had company. Mynx was sitting on the balcony’s edge and was sipping a small colorful drink with an umbrella. Obviously Mynx had not heard him approach; the bar’s sound system was breaking the sound barrier, so Jay decided to take advantage of the situation. Slamming the rest of his drink Jay felt suddenly brave, probably because that was his fifth drink of the night, and decided to act upon his new found courage accordingly.



Jay slowly crept up behind Mynx and quickly wrapped his arms around Mynx’s small stomach and pressed his mouth to Mynx’s ear, “well hello there.” Mynx almost had a heart attack! He yelped and struggled to get free until he saw that it was only Jay, Mynx offered an uneasy smile. Jay returned the smile, “Don’t talk much do you?” Mynx shook his head. Jay nodded, “that’s okay.” He leaned in and placed his lips against Mynx’s cool neck, reveling in the taste of the sweet sweat that had begun to form along Mynx’s slender neck. Mynx moaned and blushed, trying desperately to clasp his mouth with his hand. Jay smiled at how red Mynx’s face turned.



Knowing full well that he could now score with Mynx, Jay suggested they go take a walk. Mynx reluctantly agreed.



Sitting on a park bench near the bar, but guarded by trees, Mynx and Jay were slowly kissing. Loving the way the other’s lips felt pressed against their own. Jay leaned in and slowly pulled Mynx’s shirt off. There was little protest. After Jay’s own shirt and his pants had been removed, Mynx leaned down to pull Jay’s thick member out to suck.



Mynx put his lips around Jay’s cock, loving the odd taste of precum, and bobbing his head up and down to try and get Jay in deeper. Jay let out a deep moan and ran his finger’s through Mynx’s hair, urging him to go lower and take him in deeper. “Oh fuck..mmm!” Mynx took Jay’s cock out of his mouth, licking his lips he undid his own jeans and bent over the ebench for Jay.



Lubricated by Mynx’s mouth, Jay pressed his cock to Mynx’s tight little ass. Mynx moaned out in anticipation, leaning back to push Jay’s tip inside of him. “It feels so fucking tight!” Jay moaned out and pressed forward, strecthing Mynx’s ass deliciously with the shaft of his thick manhood. Once he got in as far as his could go, Jay picked up speed and lightly spanked Mynx’s ass. Apparently he liked it. Mynx moaned out louder, “fuck me..fuck me..oh fuck! Faster!”



Jay grabbed Mynx’s hips and began to fuck him good and hard, slamming his hips into Mynx’s ass, thrusting his cock deep into Mynx’s tight ass. It felt so good! Everytime Jay pulled back it was like Mynx’s body squeezed his cock, milking it for his cum. Jay reached around and lightly squeezed Mynx’s stiff cock and started to jerk him off. “Oh fuck I think I’m going to cum!” Mynx shouted out and rammed back on Jay’s cock, “Me too!” Jay came, shooting his thick load depp inside of Mynx’s ass. When Jay came that send Mynx over the edge, cumming all over the bench, spraying it with strands of thick cum.



Jay and Mynx kept in contact for the next few years until Mynx finished with college, meeting frequently and soon were married in Canada.



- Fredrick E. Griffory.

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