Thursday, February 26, 2009

Part 1 of Intense Love

\See ya.\ I called to my Asian friend Jenny.

\Bye Rain.\ She answered as she hurried back into her house.

Me and Jenny have been friends for eight years and now that we had graduated from college the world was our oyster. Jenny had a boyfriend and that night the three of us had gone clubbing. I tried to have fun but when we were dancing this strange man kept staring at us.

\He\'s got the hots for you.\ I teased Jenny motioning my martini glass toward the guy in black in the corner of the bar.

\Fuck you.\ Jenny laughed. \You know I got a man.\

\And he gives me all I need.\ I teased in a singsong voice.

\Bitch.\ She muttered and to revenge herself she started to make out with her boyfriend as he sat down beside her.

I rolled my eyes. Out of sheer curiosity I looked in the direction of the mystery man. He was hot, I had to admit. Even dressed all in black it matched his dark hair. I guess it was his eyes. They were this piercing green. The level of intensity that he was projecting in our general direction was overwhelming. I quickly looked away.

Slut, I thought good naturedly, Jenny was my BF and she was pretty it wasn\'t her fault if the guys never noticed me and I was still boyfriendless and a virgin.

Damn my plainness. I was so ordinary. Brown hair, brown eyes, a decent body but hell no one is perfect, right?

This was when I decided to bail and the three of us left the club.

Now as I walked to my car safe and sound half an hour away from the loud music I thought that now was the time for a major makeover. Maybe makeup, I thought as I leaned over the car to open my door.

I heard the crunch of gravel before I felt the iron band about my waist and the hand crushed over my lips.

Oh my god, was my first thought.

In the time it took me to form that thought I was being hauled off to another side street. There were no lights and no sidewalk just the horribly loud crunch of gravel. I began to struggle trying to stomp on the instep of the attacker\'s foot but he kept walking even when I did hit the mark.

His breathing was even and soft in my ear and I thought that he must be very strong. For all my bitching and insecurity I am not a small woman.

This fucker is going to have one huge fight on his hands.

\Slut.\ He hissed in my ear his lips warm and soft on the outer shell. \Makin\' out in front of your nice friend. What a bitch you are.\

Holy shit! He was the guy in the club. Somehow he had followed us here and thought that I was Jenny.

I began to try to speak through his fingers but my words were muffled and unintelligible.

He threw me down then. The gravel was sharp and cut my hands and knees through my pants when I fell. I tried to get up and run when his hand lashed out. \Please,\ I tried to say.

\Shut up, bitch.\ He snarled his hand in my hair pulling me up on my knees.

\I\'m not her!\ I managed to say through the pain and fear.

For that I received a stinging slap on my cheek. I tasted blood.

\Liar. Pretty, but a liar.\ He stroked my wounded cheek with a hand suddenly caressingly soft.

\Take me into the light and see for yourself.\ I licked my dried lips.

He paused for a minute as if deciding what to do then he pulled up on my hair so that I got up on my feet. His other hand clapped over my mouth. He led me to a dirty lamp at the end of the alley that had flies buzzing around it. The light was dim as he thrust me up against the wall his hand about my throat.

It took my eyes a moment to clear and adjust to the light. I heard his sharp intake of breath.

\Fucker.\ I chocked out.

He was even more beautiful up close. His black brows were arched, those green eyes were narrowed slightly as he studied my face. His other hand came up to wipe away the trickle of blood that poured from the corner of my mouth where he had slapped me.

\I\'m sorry, baby.\ His voice was husky and low. The rapist\'s edge to it had gone. \I didn\'t know it was you.\

\Please let me go.\ I felt pretty confident now that he would feel bad for his mistake and let me go. I would call the cops and warn Jenny, my day would be saved.

He kissed me then.

I almost wish he had slapped me again. His kiss scared me more. His lips were soft coaxing my lips apart to tease me with his tongue. I tried to move away I didn\'t like french kissing. The one guy who had done that to me mauled my face. But this guy was good. Sinfully good.

\Please no.\ I whispered.

\You\'re the one I wanted anyway. I was going to beat the fuck out of your friend and then come for you, my love.\ He was speaking through the kisses he bestowed on my neck.

He had released my neck and I began to struggle against him. Pushing at his solid hard chest was like shoving against a brick wall.

\You better stop that shit. Come on baby, I saw you look at me.\ His hands were on my ass literally lifting me off my feet with his incredible strength forcing me to lean back against the wall of the alley. He pushed my crotch into his hardening cock. \You want this.\ His voice was still soft and he was truly scaring me.

\I\'m not pretty enough for you.\ I blurted out and the words were true. Even though he had hit me that didn\'t make him less of a god.

\You\'re beautiful.\ He slipped a knee up to hold me against him leaving his hands free to roam over my small breasts.

\I\'m on my period.\

\So you\'ll be extra wet for me.\

\I have AIDS.\ Man, I was scrapping the barrel here.

\Right.\

I heard the scream of rending cloth as he ripped my tank top off me. Damn me for not wearing a bra. His mouth went immediately to my nipples. Despite the situation his mouth sent thrills through my body. I moaned aloud. No one had ever touched me this way.

He opened his black jeans pushing me up against the wall parting my legs.

\No, no.\ I moaned as his hand delved into my pants to stroke my shaven cunt. He kissed me again parting the wet folds of my cunt to finger my clit. I cried out in pleasure my body was being used to skillfully betray me.

What a fucker he was for knowing how to play me like a harp.

Before I was aware of it my panties were pushed down and cold air touched my hip. He came between my legs then. The soft wet tip of his hard cock was paused at the opening of my cunt. \Please,\ He surged in. I screamed then but his lips were on mine.

When he released me he just stayed there buried balls deep in me. He was hard, hot and throbbing. He had hurt at first but now that he was giving me a moment I was starting to enjoy the feeling of fullness, the scent of him in my nostrils.

\This changes everything.\ He whispered in my ear. Then I was past hearing as he bagan to pull out and then ease back in slowly. I have to give him credit he recognized that it was my first time and he wasn\'t just hammering away at me.

At least not until a minute later. He began to ride me harder and deeper my back slamming up against the hard cold wall of the alleyway. My moans mingled with his.

The heat that I had felt at his kisses went up my spine now like a fireball as he pounded me hard. I was cumming. All my muscles were locking up I felt my cunt clench his cock so hard he cried out in a mixture of intense pain and pleasure. The release I felt moments afterward was mind numbing. After a few hard strokes I felt him cum deep inside me.

He braced his hands on the wall with my arms about his neck my legs wrapped about his hips.

Oh fuck. I was just raped in an alley. His cum is dripping from my cunt. I\'m not on anything. This fucker could have AIDS.

\You shit!\ I cried out shoving him away feeling him slide out of my pussy. I was sore and raw. \Bastard. Do you have AIDS? I suppose you don\'t give a shit that you just came in me and I\'m not on anything.\ I was on the ground struggling into my torn shirt. I wasn\'t scared now. I was super pissed. Mostly at him but partly at myself too, I could have fought harder or at least screamed for god\'s sake.

When I stood up he was already dressed again. \Don\'t worry, baby. I\'ll take care of you.\ He reached out again to touch me but I knocked his hand away running like hell to my car.

The next day Planned Parenthood gave me the morning after pill and I decided not to go to the cops. How could they find him? I didn\'t even know his name.

Two days later I went over to Jenny\'s house where her parents were just leaving. It seems Jenny had been beaten and left in the alley by her house the night before.

I rode to the hospital following her parents in my car. She was going to be ok but she had broken ribs and several cuts and bruises. When I walked into her room Jenny looked at me. One of her eyes had a red mote in the sclera. Wordlessly she handed me a piece of paper and turned away from me.

\Jenny,\ She wouldn\'t even look at me after that.

I took the paper outside and in front of my car I read the note. It was sealed with a red wax seal and had my name scrawled across the top of the paper in bold strokes. The letter read thus:

Come to me in the alley tonight. This will never end for your friend if you do not. It will only get worse.

Love,

C.

Holy fuck.

What else could I do? I told myself for the millionth time as I stood in the alley below the dim lamp waiting.

I saw him then approaching me. As he entered the circle of faint light I saw that somehow he had grown even more handsome. He wore a blue T-shirt and blue jeans the muscles of his arms bulging, stretching the cotton of his shirt.

\What do you want?\ I came out with it. The words were driven more out of fear than boldness.

\You.\ He said just as simply only he wasn\'t afraid. I could see the arrogant glimmer in his green eyes. Bastard, he knew he was in control.

\Leave my friend alone.\

\Oh I will.\ He stroked my arm. The fine hairs raising up on the bare flesh. \Provided that you agree to my demands.\

\Fuck you.\ I spat out. What else does an animal do when it is trapped in a corner with no where else to go?

\In good time, my love.\ He grabbed my jaw rubbing his thumb over my lips. \I want you to be mine. Only mine, Rain.\

My eyes widened in shock as I realized that he knew my name.

\I\'ll keep beating your friend. And when that gets boring I\'ll come to your house and beat on your family. Wait for you in your room. You know, the one with the white lace curtains and the walnut desk in the corner. I\'d love to fuck you in your own bed. Feel that tight cunt milking my cock. I dream about you, Rain.\

I shook my head in denial. I couldn\'t speak.

\I know you dream about me.\ He whispered his lips touching mine softly. He backed away then releasing me. \So, what\'ll it be?\

\You just want me for your whore.\ How could this be happening to me? How Jenny be in the hospital because of this man? What the fuck was I to do?

\Not my whore, Rain. Never that. I want permanence, fidelity, virginity.\ At the last word he arched one black brow. \Everything you can give.\

\No.\ I said firmly.

He spun around on one heel and went marching off into the night. Shit! \Where are you going?\ I asked catching him by the arm. I felt the steel tendons flex underneath his velvet skin. He never paused in his stride.

\I\'m going to fuck with your friend a little bit. Maybe I\'ll cut off her oxygen. Yeah, that sounds pretty good.\

\No, please.\ I begged pulling on his arm.

He stopped turning to face me. We were in public now on a main street lined with brightly lit shops. Inside there were carefree people, people who didn\'t have to bargain for the life of their friend.

\I\'ll be with you.\ I whispered.

A slow easy smile curved his lips. He slung his muscled arm about my shoulders kissing my cheek. \Why don\'t you introduce me to Mom and Dad?\

\I don\'t even know your name.\ My heart lay as a stone in my breast.

\Cullach.\

We were headed in the direction of my house. \I\'ll do anything to keep you, Rain, because I love you so much.\ He kissed the bruised side of my mouth licking the small scab. His words turned me on made my cunt clench in remembrance. \Say you love me.\

\I love you, Cullach.\ I was asking myself if that was a lie.

What else was I to do?

Part 1 of Banished to Purgatory

\What the fuck is going on here?!\ screeched my wife, Bethany.

Although my head whipped around to see her and my father-in-law, Benjamin, standing in the doorway, and even though I had time to glimpse their open mouthed astonishment, I had just started spurting the contents of my tightened balls into the hot welcoming pussy of the household cook. Jenny was kneeling on the bottom of her apron, her voluminous arse hoisted high while I was crouching behind her with my hands gripping her lollopy tits and using them to pull myself as deeply as I could into her clenching depths.

Sprung, big time!

Jenny pulled away from me and my cock was suddenly free but still spurting, coating the backs of her raddled thighs as she scurried away to stand and cover herself. Since I had only thrown her dress up over her back and pulled the top of her dress down to get at her big blowsy tits, it took no time at all. If she knew I was at home, she never wore panties or bra knowing I was always randy around her and she was always ready for a quick shag. The final drops fell on the flagstones as I slowly stood, pulling my pants and underwear up from my ankles.

I turned to face the door. Benjamin, tight lipped, growled, \My study, now, young man!\ He put his arm around his sobbing daughter, turned and left.

Jenny was leaning against the bench wringing her hands. I did my best to reassure her. \I\'ll tell them that I forced you and this was the first time.\ I pointed my finger at her. \Stick to that story. The master forced you, OK?\ She nodded, and gave a little sob. She understood that I knew how important the job was to her at her age. I grabbed some hand towel and pulling my cock out gave it a bit of a wipe to prevent more damage to my underwear.

Entering the study, I was welcomed by a freezing atmosphere. Bethany sat on a lounge holding a wet handkerchief to her mouth and tears were still rolling down her very pretty face. She looked up at me as I entered and just glared. Benjamin was sitting behind his huge mahogany desk also glaring at me.

\Right, Derek, what have you to say for yourself? That was a most disgusting scene Bethany and I witnessed. You were rutting like a wild animal! Well, lad, well?\

I stood before him like a chastened schoolboy. \I have no reasonable explanation, sir. I went to the kitchen and there was cook on her knees cleaning a spill. Common sense deserted me and I made free use of her there and then.\ Seeing his jaw drop, I hastily added; \She in no way encouraged me and I had to use brute strength to subdue her. I threatened her with dismissal and she reluctantly complied.\

Renewed sobbing from the couch suddenly erupted in anger. \Why her? Why did you want to put your thing into her when you have me? Answer me damn you!\

I turned and looked at my wife of eight months. She was tall, slim, beautiful even in her misery and anger. She was a successful model and had the best of schooling including and exclusive Swiss finishing college. To most men she was a walking wet dream. But, not to me - to me she was sexless. Bethany\'s once a week conjugal visit, lights out, no foreplay, no sucking, licking or seconds, her very low libido was the complete opposite to mine. I had to imagine Jenny with her big broad tits, her eager puss, big haunches and round belly to even get off with my wife. I had to lay there in the dark and listen to her scramble to the en suite to thoroughly douche herself to rid herself of unwanted semen. Pregnancy was the most undesirable state she could imagine. Being of reasonable good looks, tall and distinguished, I had been just an ornament to her at the many social events I was forced to attend. I had become miserable.

\I made a promise to your poor benighted father that I would look after you. I allowed you to marry my only daughter, and this is how you repay me, you low swine?\ Benjamin\'s voice had risen and his anger was palpable. My father had been one of the victims of the Lloyds crash and had taken his own life rather than face the enormous bankruptcy that resulted. His schoolboy chum had taken me into his extremely successful business and introduced me to his darling daughter. I had advanced in business and gone backward in love.

\I want nothing more to do with him, Daddy,\ whimpered my wife. \Get rid of him.\ So saying, she rose and stumbled from the room.

Benjamin looked after his daughter as she left and subsided into his oak and leather chair as if deflated. Finally, he looked up at me still standing before his broad uncluttered desk. \I\'ll organize a swift divorce irreconcilable differences. I just wish I could boot you out the door because that\'s all that you deserve you ungrateful pup. However, because of my promise to your father, I will send you to one of my smaller businesses and you can languish there for eternity for all I care.\

Which is why, two days later, I ended up at a small fishing village on the west coast miles from anywhere. It seems Benjamin had a canning factory there that didn\'t look as if it were doing that well from the minimal amount of research I had been able to do before I was shown the office door. I had felt guilty that I had let him, and my father down and instead of pissing off to warmer climes, accepted my punishment and my banishment in the hope of redeeming myself. I certainly did not have the wherewithal to up bags and leave.

My grandiose title for this minor enterprise of the huge Goodhew conglomerate was Assistant Manager. On a cold, drizzly afternoon, I alighted from the lumbering old bus and looking around, spotted a whitewashed low slung pub. There did not appear to be any such thing as a hotel or motel. The gentle slope down to the docks was lined either side with similar whitewashed low slung buildings and through the murk I could just make out a sharp inlet with boats bobbing at buoys. A two story building with a sign proclaiming it to be the Goodhew Canning Factory was at the end of the cobbled street.

I hefted my two suitcases and trudged through the sleet to the welcoming lights of the pub. I pushed the door open and was met by the fug of cigarette smoke, damp and the smell of beer. The low hubbub of conversation stopped as all faces turned toward me. Putting my suitcases down, I shrugged my coat off and put it on the hat rack next to the door. I guess my attire of smart suit, button down royal blue shirt and Oxford tie urged the occupants into whispered speculation. Bending a little due to the low height of the ceiling, I made my way to the small bar and the dwarfish wizened old man with a pipe hanging out of his mouth who presided.

\And what can I do for you, young man. Are you lost? Motor broken down?\

\No, nothing like that. Firstly, I\'d like a pint of your ale, if you please. Secondly, do you have accommodation or is there something nearby?\ Silence greeted that followed shortly by some amused guffaws.

\Er no, young man, nothing like that for forty miles. Why do you need accommodation? This is a working village, not a tourist trap. There\'s just us old farts who\'ve been here all our life just getting by.\ The old man drew me a pint and placed it before me.

I could feel eyes boring into my back as I took a swallow of the bitter brew. I could feel the dozen or so occupants leaning towards me as I placed the glass on the bar. \Benjamin Goodhew sent me to be the Assistant Manager at the factory.\ Gasps all round. I turned and looked around. \Is there some problem?\

They all looked at each other and then one of the old guys at the back spoke. \Benjamin bloody Goodhew has never ever been here. Just takes the profits and doesn\'t re-invest. A few more years and there\'ll be no factory, and for that matter, bugger all village!\ There was general consensus by nodding and shouts of \hear, hear\. With shrugs of shoulders, they all turned back to each other and began low conversations sprinkled with words like \whippersnapper\, \fucking Goodhew\, \bloody end of us for sure\, and so on. I guess they were less than impressed with the importance of my arrival. Given their animosity, there was no chance I was going to let on that I was Benjamin\'s soon to be ex-son-in-law.

I turned back to the bar. \So there\'s no accommodation to be had at all?\

\None,\ he paused, \that is unless somebody wants ta board ya. Maybe one of the widows. Maudie Biggs, how about you? I\'m sure the young gentleman can pay well, ain\'t that right, mister, er, mister .?\

\Derek, Derek Leigh-Mallory.\ That attracted some guffaws. While such a name was common where I came from, I guess there were few hyphens in this neck of the woods.

I had assumed that all the occupants were mail but in the corner of the room, a big bulky figure with white hair stood and made its way toward the bar. Ruddy faced, with a figure indistinguishable beneath bulky clothing but handsome in a way, she stood in front of me and barely came to my shoulder. \I\'m Maude Biggs, and I do have a room that I can let you have.\ Enormously grateful, I grinned and I guess the pearly whites against my Gstaad ski slopes tan did the trick. She grinned too and her amazing blue eyes sparkled in the low light.

\I\'d be most grateful, ma\'am,\ I said.

\Finish your beer and we\'ll be off. You must be starving after that long trip.\ So saying she led me out of the now silent pub and down the street to one of the low slung houses about five up from the factory. Ducking my head, I entered the cottage and Maude turned on the light. A cosy sitting room with a fireplace set with a large electric faux coal appliance glowed and the room was warm. At the rear of the room was a kitchen area and two doors led off the main room. She showed me through the rear door and into a quite spacious room with a single bed and a wardrobe. Everything was neat and clean.

\Thank you, this is great. Um, where to I shave and shower?\ I said, looking around.

Maude let out a huge bellow of a laugh. \Bless you young man. We have no luxuries like that. We wash at the sink in the kitchen and you can shave using the mirror on the window sill. We have electricity only because of the factory. It wasn\'t that long ago that we had oil lamps and coal fires. I\'ll fix you something to eat and then to bed with you. You\'ll want to start early in the morning.\

So, after a really tasty stew, it was off to bed and immediate unconsciousness in the soft bed.

Next morning, I awoke to the smell of bacon and donned a t-shirt over my sleeping shorts and opened the door. I was taken aback by the sight that greeted me. Maude had her broad back to me, a slip down around her waist. She had one arm raised and was using a washcloth on her underarm. From side on I could see a very large zeppelin-like breast. She shifted to the other arm and then one by one, gathered up those immense, lily white breasts and washed under them. I had erected massively at the first sight and started to throb as she made each breast in turn point outward to wash under them. I gasped and she turned toward me dropping her hands as she did so. My eyes were riveted to the huge breasts with their burgeoning red nipples. My shorts were tented and uncomfortable. I licked my lips and looked up into her twinkling blue eyes.

\Now don\'t tell me a well set up young man like you has never seen a pair of tits before. You probably have but not on an old tart like me, eh?\ She eyed the tent in my shorts. \Got you going though. It\'s probably just a piss hard on. The lavatory is just outside the back door.\

A bit shame faced, I went through the door, completed my ablutions, urged my erection to subside and returned in time to see Maude place a huge plate of eggs and bacon on the kitchen table. She had dressed in some sort of shapeless smock with \Goodhew Canning Factory\ on a label above her left breast. I was positive she wore no bra because given what I\'d seen, if she had, they would have stood out a mile. Saying that she had to get to work, she grinned at me and left me to my breakfast. I washed, dressed and wandered down the street to the factory.

I entered a side door and saw a long shed with three long benches. About thirty women stood processing fish on one, lobster on another and prawns on the third. All conversation stopped as the women looked me over in my suit and tie and all I could hear was the whirr of the roller belts. Maude detached herself from the middle bench and came to me. She pointed up the stairs and gave me an encouraging smile. As I went up the stairs, conversation resumed.

I entered a two room office area. The outer area contained a middle aged grim faced woman poring over a pile of papers. The door to the inner office opened and shortish man of indeterminate years shuffled out. He was wearing an old cardigan with food stains and judging by his pasty face and tired demeanour, I guessed he was dying of some cancer or other. I later found out that I was right.

\Leigh-Mallory is it? Jim Fletcher. I\'ve had a letter from Mr. Goodhew. Come with me and I\'ll show you around. Lord knows I could do with the help.\ And one of the kindest, most remarkable men I\'ve ever met took me under his wing and was exceedingly grateful that I absorbed everything he told me and gave him the respect he was due. He explained the good bits, the bad bits and the bits in between. What was clear was that although the factory did maintain a small profit, it had been declining for some years. It seemed all of the produce was labeled for a large supermarket conglomerate and they had locked the factory into a long term price that was now unreasonable while they made the big bickies. Obviously some head office nonce had negotiated a stupid contract. I just hoped it hadn\'t been me.

At three, all noise below had ceased. The woman in the outer office had donned a coat and stolen away while Jim and I talked. At five, we locked up and headed up the hill to the pub. His gait was slow. Outside the door, we shook hands, he wished me well and then went home and died in the night. I had a couple of pints at bar and then made my way to Maude\'s cottage. She greeted me with a grilled fish dish, a smile, and questions about my day. She read a book while I pored over paperwork I had brought with me. Before she went to bed she advised me that a more casual look would earn me more respect both at the factory and the pub.

Next morning, I again awoke to the smell of bacon. The dirty little boy in me leapt out of bed in the hopes of seeing those breasts but was soon disappointed. She was sitting at the table fully dressed. After eating, I divested myself of the t-shirt and stood at the sink to shave and wash. As I was washing, Maude came and stood behind me. In the mirror, I could see her twinkling blue eyes as she asked if I needed help washing my back. Mutely, I handed her the wash cloth and she began to run it over my back and then under my arms. It was when she reached around me to run it over my slim muscular torso that I became aware that she was breathing hard. Not only that, I could feel her breasts against my wet back. I erected immediately.

I heard her mutter; \We\'d better wash this too.\ Then she pulled my waistband out with one hand and swooped with the wash cloth and firmly grasped my rigid manhood. \Oooh,\ she whispered, \that\'s a fair size young Derek, much bigger than my Bert\'s.\ I stood there stunned as she pulled the wash cloth out and threw it in the sink only to return with both hands to massage and stroke with the occasional caress of my now tightened balls. \Tell me I shouldn\'t be doing this. Tell me to act my age, young Derek.\

Maude tightened her hands and skimmed the pre-cum off my slit with her thumb and I let out a strangled gasp. \You keep doing that and you\'ll have an accident on your hands, dear Maude.\

\What? You\'d cum for an old biddy like me? Dear oh dear.\

\Maude, drop the old woman bullshit. To me you are a very sexually desirable woman and not the first lady of middle years that I\'ve shared some mutual pleasure with. I appreciate the more mature rounded figure and you have one helluva a figure.\

She giggled like a girl. \Prove it. Give me a table ender before I go to work. I haven\'t had a shag in years. Make it quick though. Here, I\'ll get my tits out if that turns you on.\ And so saying, she lifted her Goodhew Canning Factory smock up over her head and threw it on the kitchen chair. Her wonderfully brazen tits lifted with the action and started to bounce. She gripped them and then tweaked her arrogant nipples into prominence. \Come on then, young Derek, let\'s be having you.\

Maude turned, dropped her panties and leaned on the table, conspicuously parting her sturdy legs and waggled her big broad behind at me. I could see the parting of the ways, her big lips hanging and dripping lubricant. I bent my knees, positioned my rearing prick and slid the head in. Reaching around her broad back, I gathered up her mighty bazooms and slid my cock deep into her hot welcoming depths. She gasped out loud. \Good gawdy Miss Maudie, he\'s big and beautiful. Fuck me lad, fuck me, I\'m dying for it.\ And I did, fucked her hard and thoroughly, through three big orgasms I\'m proud to say, before I totally lost it big time and fired salvo after salvo into her juicy cunt. We stood there shivering with the intensity of it before she stirred and squeezed me out of her still clutching vagina.

On the way down the hill to the cannery, we learnt that Jim would not be with us again. On the way down the hill to the cannery, I learnt that there were several other \'girls\' on the line that would appreciate a visit from me. That had me salivating at the thought. Most of the ladies on the line were fishing widows, or left alone for long periods of time.

During the day, I phoned my soon to be ex-father-in-law, found out that the contract with the supermarket chain would be void if the cannery was sold, got it sold to me for a piss ant amount and had several computers sent. The grim old dear in the front office decided to retire and one of the younger widows from the floor volunteered to work there. She turned out to be a natural and was not beyond the odd cock sucking and a table ender when in the mood. Over a period of time, the village prospered as I set up a co-operative with the townsfolk. We did well because we had the best produce in the land and sold only to the high end of the market. Younger people came to work, the pretty village became de rigueur on the tourist scene and modernization took place, to some extent.

However, that first night in Maude\'s bed set the scene for years to come. I lay there, my head resting on her soft pillow as big broad Maude, her hands clenched in my chest hair rode up and down on my steely cock, her lovely blue eyes twinkling merrily while groped her massive hangers and latching my greedy hot mouth on her big maternal nipples. After cumming a blast, she licked and sucked me clean and then rigid, tit fucked me between her gorgeous breasts and finished me off in her lusty mouth. As we lay there entwined, she ticked off the names of about a dozen of her fellow workers who she\'d lined up for me to fuck with the admonishment that I would have to wake up in her bed. I had a wonderful time with a bunch of extremely eager, well fed and upholstered ladies whose maturity allowed the raunchiest of couplings with some of what they wanted surprised even me. Even a three in bed romp with Maude happened on occasion.

Did I regret the day my wife found me rove up the family cook? Not on your Nelly. Paradise or what?

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Dancer

Anyone who walked into the club and caught sight of Shelly pole dancing just had to stop and stare. I mean, the woman was absolutely spectacular. Dark-skinned, the color of freshly roasted Jamaican coffee beans, with long jet black hair - hers, not some wig - full breasts, tapered waist, curvaceous hips and an ass to die for! That woman had some serious junk-in-the-trunk. She was the real deal and she knew it. So what was she doing in this dump?

Shelly and I met well before the time they renovated \'The West\', and even that\'s gone now. It was just a tiny neighborhood bar back then, but it was one of the best places I knew. It had the friendliest and prettiest bartenders in the city and they didn\'t overcharge or water down their drinks.

Shelly wasn\'t the only girl I\'d befriended in the bar. The head barmaid, Ingela, from Sweden, eventually went online and was featured in a documentary about the adult industry held at the Javitts Center. I loved Ingela just the way she was but she saw herself differently. Her breasts were never big enough for her.

\Bullshit!\ I\'d say to her.

They were perfect.

After their first augmentation she proudly displayed them when I walked in the door:

\G\'ordy! Look!\ The accent was definitely Swedish.

Up came her top to cheers and whistles from the other patrons.

\Aren\'t my two girls purr-fect?\ she asked, laughing and waiting for my reaction.

Purr-fect? Maybe that\'s where her \Dream Kittens\ concept came from.

\Yes Ingela, they\'re beautiful, but they were beautiful before.\

But Ingela wasn\'t satisfied.

No sooner had she healed than she went back under the knife again. The next time I saw Ingela, her breasts were humongous. All I could think about was how, in the future, she\'d have back problems and would need to go for a reduction. But it was not my back and not my problem, so I didn\'t say any more about it.

Anyway I wasn\'t really interested in Ingela or \'the girls\'. I was only interested in Shelly.

Initially I was just a \'mark\' to the dancers at the bar. \'Marks\' are prey. The object of the game is simple: to make the \'mark\' think that the girl is interested in him - and I mean really interested. Like she wants to go home with him, or at least check out the short stay rates at motel.

The idea was to get him to tip her lavishly while she\'s onstage and buy her drinks when she\'s offstage. To play him against other guys so that there\'s a bidding war going on, keep his attention, get him drunk and empty his wallet. When the wallet\'s empty, move on - but only after she lets him know that she can\'t wait for him to come back - with a full wallet.

So that\'s how it was initially. I was a \'mark\'.

Shelly knew she\'d caught my eye as soon as I walked into the bar. She smiled and the place lit up like sunshine through an open window. She knew a good thing when she saw one - I was one of the only \suits\ in the joint. It meant that I had money in my pocket and that I wouldn\'t try to grope her when she approached me for drinks.

Funny thing was, as soon as we started talking, she was the one in trouble. Game plan shot to shit. I was actually nice to her. Well spoken. Attentive without being pushy. Generous with the tips but not stupid.

And I listened.

What\'s the old saying? \God gave you one mouth and two ears so maybe you\'re supposed to listen twice as much as you speak.\ I was a good listener. Suddenly she\'s talking to me about real stuff - her family, her life, where she came from - the whole nine yards. Not quite ready to give me a phone number but happy to accept one - letting me know when she\'d be back and what other clubs she worked.

\Will I see you again, Gordon?\

Yes Shelly. Yes you will.

We\'d been drinking together for several hours. We both liked our vodka on the rocks with lime. It was one of those days when drinking with me was preferable to getting on stage. The place wasn\'t empty but the patrons were less than desirable - mostly Hispanic laborers from the local factories, Dominicans and Puerto Ricans. Dirty hands and dirty mouths. Always looking to \cop a feel\ and not willing to tip.

\Let me see jor poo-say bee-tch! Jeu wan my moe-nay den I wan to see jor poo-say!\ they\'d say in a loud drunken slur.

Shelly needed money too, but not from them.

\I could really use your help Gordy,\ she said in hushed tones. \I\'m just not making ends meet.\

\Let me think on it, OK? \ I wanted to make sure that it was me talking, not the liquor.

\I\'m going to be at that club I told you about in the Bronx on Friday. I don\'t have to work that late. Maybe we could hang out afterward?\

By that time I had her phone number.

\OK. I\'ll call you to confirm.\

The place in the Bronx, on the Westchester border was, to say the very least, interesting. It was actually two clubs side by side. On the one side was a regular topless bar and on the other was an all-nude club without alcohol. The dancers would work alternate shifts on both sides of the club. The bouncer would stamp your hand so you could patronize both without additional cover charges.

It was the first time I\'d seen Shelly completely naked. Now that I\'d seen her like this, I wanted - no - I needed more, and she knew it. Smart gal. It pays to advertise!

It was after 2:00 AM when we checked into the Lincoln Motel, a typical hot pillow joint. We sure did get a lot of stares though when I checked us in at the front desk as Mr. and Mrs. So what if this young chestnut-skinned beauty was with this older white dude! Shelly and I acted more like a married couple than my ex and I did. There was already an easy familiarity about us, as if we\'d been together for a very long time. As we checked in we were cool - very cool - but it was molten lava by the time we got into the motel room.

Ever see beads of condensation running down the glass on a sweet chocolate milkshake? That\'s what it looked like when she stepped out of the shower. All she had on was the towel wrapped around her hair. She moved across the room with the deliberateness of a panther stalking her prey.

Seated on the couch I looked up as she straddled me. I licked the droplets off her breasts, holding the nipples in my mouth. Dark round buttons that stiffened and swelled on the tip of my tongue. She pulled my head back and kissed me hard - open mouthed - thrusting her tongue deep - searching me - reaching between my legs for my already hard cock and sliding it into her shower-wet cunt. I started to protest but she put her hand over my mouth:

\I\'m just giving you a taste, lover!\

She produced a condom, waving it before my eyes. She tore the wrapper with her teeth and popped the rubber into her mouth. Slowly, inch by inch, teasing me out of her pussy, she stood then knelt between my legs and put the jimmy on with her tongue.

\See? All safe now, big boy. But it sure felt better without it!\

Shelly pushed me back on the couch, sliding me back inside her almost in the same motion then fucking me into oblivion.

Somehow we\'d made it from the couch to the bed and I awoke with her fast asleep in my arms. God she felt good. I felt her soft, warm breath on my chest - the gentle beating of her heart - the heat of her womanhood pressed against my leg. I remember thinking how natural, how right that moment seemed.

Shelly\'s eyes opened and I saw the fire in them.

I kissed her sweet lips, then the supple curve of her neck, running my tongue down into the fragrant valley of her cleavage, then up the sides of her breasts, taking her vermilion nipples into my hungry mouth. She moaned as I ran my tongue down her belly into her navel and again as I continued toward the obsidian-hued portal of pleasure. I ran my hands underneath her ass, lifting her to my waiting lips. I pushed my tongue into her wetness, probing deeply.

Shelly\'s head thrashed from side to side as her moans grew in intensity.

Up and down, side to side, in and out, again and again I plunged my tongue into her honey pot, tasting the sweet nectar of her inner recesses. I probed every inch from her clit to her ass and back. I ran my hands from her ass cheeks to her soft inner thighs, running my thumbs up her sopping wet slit. I gently opened her auburn lips and flicked my tongue rapidly on the engorged clit.

She spent copiously then reached down pulling my head from her delicious delta and licked every drop of her juices from my face.

Reaching down, I stroked the head of my swollen cock between her slick lips - her hips thrusting up to capture me. Every nerve ending in my dick was ablaze as I felt myself slide into her. The woman seemed possessed. She pounded her pelvis into mine, not simply matching me stroke for stroke but demanding more - so much more! She pushed me up and rolled me onto my back. Suddenly I felt her grab my dick with both hands as she swiftly moved her mouth to replace her pussy.

She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock while pumping and rotating her hands up and down the shaft. As she moved her hands further down I watched, amazed as inch by inch of my manhood disappeared down her throat. Shelly swung her legs over my face and I tongued her like a hound dog lapping water after a 10K run.

I placed my thumbs on either side of her hidden treasure, gently opening it so that the tip of my tongue could flick rapidly on her hot button. Lifting her off, I reversed my position. Shelly \'cow-girled\' me, guiding the head of my prick into her waiting hole. This time she was totally in charge.

She began circling my rod with her slick velvety cunt, sometimes fast and hard, sometimes slow and deliberate, the head of my cock emerging momentarily only to be plunged mercifully back into the warm wet darkness. Shelly had her hands on my chest, her fingers running through the thick dark-reddish hair there. She grabbed fistfuls of my fur, pulling and tugging, using it like the reins on a galloping stallion.

I felt the tightening - the tingling in my balls, so I reached around, grabbed her ass and pulled her hard onto my throbbing pole. Shelly must have felt me swelling inside because her whole body began to shudder. I felt her suddenly suck in hard as her body stiffened. She began pumping my dick furiously. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting as she slammed herself into me over and over.

We exploded at the exact same instant, a beastlike growl emerging from some recess deep inside me as I spewed the contents of my sack into her innermost hidden realm. It felt as though I was a fountain, pumping into her as our juices splashed together, finally gushing from her pussy down our entwined legs. With a deep gasp she threw her arms around my neck, pulling me to her as I felt the after shocks begin - grunts of satisfaction rolling from our lips like celestial music.



Fast forward several years.

Ups and downs. Frustrations. Arguments. Missed events, lost moments, misread signals, several separations, sometimes lasting for months. Still, there\'s nothing like \'make-up\' sex.

We were still feeling each other out after a prolonged absence, seated in a restaurant - not one of our usual haunts - taking in a couple of vodkas before dinner. Soft jazz played in the background, barely discernable over the buzz of the conversations around us. I knew Shelly had something on her mind, I just didn\'t know what direction it was going to take.

Right before coffee she excused herself to the ladies room. Sliding back into the seat on her return, she reached across the table, handing me something she\'d balled up in her fist. Silken lace - still warm and faintly moist. She gestured for me to inhale its fragrance.

\Think I still want you, you big jerk?\ She leaned across the table displaying her ample cleavage and smiled wickedly.

I slipped her panties into my pocket, and felt their effect instantly.

\How the hell am I supposed to walk out of this restaurant with a pup tent in my pants?\ I asked. She just laughed.

As we drove back to her place she held my hand - not unusual in itself, but it was a conciliatory gesture, an, \I don\'t want to fight with you anymore,\ kind of thing - more than she\'d given me emotionally for some time. Something had changed.

I always loved walking behind her when climbing stairs because the view was spectacular - even better this time because her panties were in my pocket. And she knew I was watching, the showoff.

This time it was no holds barred, nothing held back, balls-to-the-wall sex. We were in perfect synch that night. When we were \done\, lying there in her canopy bed, drenched in sweat, she spoke.

\Gordy, feel my heart.\

I placed my hand in the valley between those perfect breasts. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer.

\Do you have any idea what you do to me? I can\'t fake that you know. Do you love me Gordy? Do you?\

There was a pleading in her voice that I\'d never heard before.

\I love you Gordon. I didn\'t want to but I do!\

\That\'s OK Shelly, I understand. I\'m very lovable.\

I tried to make it a joke but it simply wasn\'t funny. I rolled over just in time to see the tears.

\I\'m sorry baby,\ I whispered gathering her in my arms, \I\'ve missed you, too, and yes - I do love you.\

Like I said, there\'s nothing like make-up sex, but something had definitely changed. Our relationship was entering uncharted waters.

\I have plans for us for Friday night, so you\'re going to have to make it. And plan on staying late.\ Shelly said bluntly.

It was a cross between \matter-of-fact\ and \you\'ll do this if you know what\'s good for you\. Shelly smiled like a Cheshire Cat.

\Dress up or dress down?\ I queried.

\Up. You need to pick me up about five-thirty - six the latest. We\'re going to hit traffic.\

Friday night - late summer. The days were getting shorter but the nights were still warm and comfortable. Shelly was wearing a crimson gown that blessed every curve. Probably spent hours in the salon. Hair coiffed. Makeup impeccable. She always looked good, but this was something else.

\Head toward the city,\ she said emphatically. \Go down the west side.\

The traffic was awful. I could see she was visibly upset.

\Don\'t worry baby,\ I said, trying my best to calm her. \Wherever we\'re going, we\'ll make it!\

\Oh Gordon - you don\'t understand. They\'ll leave without us if we\'re late.\

\Who?\

\Never mind. Just drive!\

When we got around midtown she finally relaxed.

\Turn into the parking lot over there,\ she pointed.

\No way, baby! Dinner cruise around Manhattan!\

\I got the tickets weeks ago. Are you surprised?\

\Surprised doesn\'t cover it, sweetheart. Thank you! What\'s the occasion?\

\The occasion, my love, is US! We don\'t need an occasion.\

Planned spontaneity? Shelly\'s whole attitude had changed. Little gifts - calls in the middle of the day. It was a side of her I\'d never seen before.

On the cruise I saw envy in the eyes of other men, flashes of anger from black couples. Shelly saw it too and stared them down.

\Don\'t fuck with me or my man!\ That look said it all.

The slow dances were the best. Shelly\'s crimson-clad figure shimmering in the semi-darkness - the thigh-high slit in her gown playing peek-a-boo with those gorgeous gams. Intoxicating scent - head nestled on my shoulder - little kisses on my neck. Was there anything else I could have asked for? Shelly took my hand, guiding me off the dance floor. We walked around the ship until she found a secluded corner. Leaning over as if to stare out toward the skyline, she shifted her gown so the slit was facing back:

\Come close and cover me,\ she whispered.

She guided my hand into the slit. No panties. I ran my hand over the supple curve of her ass then between her legs. Very hot and very wet.

\Do me with your fingers - now!\

It was an order. I checked to see if we were alone. Sliding my fingers along her nether lips, I felt her body stiffen as I gently rubbed the hooded jewel. I plunged several fingers into her waiting pussy. She pumped hard against them until we heard footsteps. I withdrew my hand quickly as she turned, asking me to light her cigarette.

The waitress smiled as she squeezed around us in the passageway. Had she seen anything? Did it matter? Shelly took my hand bringing my sticky fingers to my lips.

\Suck them!\ she demanded.

I licked her juices off my fingers. Salty. Sweet. Her woman scent filled my nostrils.

\I need you tonight baby,\ she cooed. \I can\'t wait until we get back to my place.\

I couldn\'t wait either. I don\'t think I ran any red lights, but we did make incredible time back to the Bronx.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Boy Takes Cousins Virginity

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Monday, February 23, 2009

Mr. dCocque

Author Rigueur Wilbur R. d\'Cocque

Some call me Wilbur, some call me Willy, and my middle name is Richard so most of my friends call me Dick. I\'m male by persuasion.

There are some things about me that I can\'t get into, and my preferences tend to make me straight. I like to date, in fact double-dating is my thing, its fun when I go along with a close friend. Additionally, I\'ve never been on a date alone. A friend of mine has always \'arranged\' my dates. He\'ll meet someone and always makes sure that she has a \'friend\' that might be willing to meet me.

It\'s a fact that this friend of mine is selective, but he shares, too. He\'ll get her excited and before you know it she may even go down on me. That can be a real treat for me. He\'s even arranged for me to get a little on the side - I know,some of you guys are going to say \On the side? It\'s been so long since I had any, I didn\'t even know they\'d moved it.\

He isn\'t my only friend. I have another pair of close acquaintances that I hang around with; in fact we\'re so close that often we can just hang out. Many times I\'ve not even asked them ahead of time and they\'ll still cum on a date (they never could spell). One time her panties weren\'t even off and they still came with me. Usually though they\'ll just hang in the background waiting for their turn.

As I might have said, in a comedy team with my friends, I could be called the straight man or first banana. When we\'re rolling, my closest friends and I, we\'re real swingers and always like to have a ball, or two.

I don\'t dance much, but I have a couple of lady friends who look out for me, and always know what\'s going on and where the action is. They\'re always cummng and going to balls. When I don\'t want to go along, they\'ll sometimes stroke my ego. When I\'m feeling down, nothing arouses me like being stroked by a pretty gal.

Usually I\'m straight, rigidly so. But, after a good balling, I let myself go. I\'ll just hang around and see what my friend wants to do. If the gal is still there, I might find myself involved again, but otherwise he\'ll get me off. He really knows my personality, my spots of interest, and I love praise. When I\'m doing well, I don\'t need a hand, but if a gal has depressed me a few strokes of my ego can do wonders.

When I\'m standing up, I\'m not tall, more average or a little above. In a crowd I might stand out. But when I\'m in a group I tend to be pushy. Mostly because I\'m a quick study, I\'ll start by learning the ins and outs of a thing. Even though I tend to push I can still pull my weight. My two closest friends like being coddled, but not me. Don\'t get me wrong, I still like a soft cheek, a squeeze, a little or a lot of lip service, and a little on the side. However, I still enjoy being pushy.

What kind of gal do I like? I usually look at lips first. If a gal has a good set of full lips and keeps them moistened, it\'s a big plus for me. I especially like a gal who holds her lips together and enjoys a good ride. Internal muscle tone is always worth a couple of extra points, and I really get off if she can give me a good hug. I don\'t like a shallow girl, I much prefer a deep thinker. Also, I know some gals have a lot of hair, and I like long full hair. But many times if she has too much hair in the wrong places my interest will wane. I like her to shave around her lips - smooth yielding lips are where it is for me.

I like her to be passionate and unrestrained. I like an open girl and I want her to be willing to bare herself for me. What if she\'s fat or skinny? Who cares, can she love me for what I am? I prefer intimacy more than anything, even in the middle of a crowd or the back seat of a car. Again, when I\'m down, or feeling unloved, I want her to take me in. Does she have to be active? I prefer activity and energy, but I can also get into passivity for awhile, and I\'ll try to bring her around - to stimulate her.

Can she be tall? Sure, but I also like a little squirt - in fact, at times the big squirt isn\'t as much fun as the small one- but I\'ll still make them wet.

Do I like breasts? Sure, I can get off on them. I even like to lay my head right down between them and have them surround me. I like to dance around the nipples, too, and feel their soft delicate tissue.

Well, I\'ve got a date and I\'ll have to go. Drop around again or cum around - I\'ll be here. If you want, I\'ll drop in on you, we\'ll have a ball.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Part 1 of Natural Together Now What

Everyone has one of those stories where they mess with someone they know they shouldn\'t, but do it for the intrigue and just to see. Well that\'s what happened between my best friend\'s cousin, Carlos, and I. Now, Los being Eboni\'s cousin isn\'t what made him someone I should avoid like the plague. The fact that he is my sister\'s best friend, my cousin\'s \boyfriend,\ I\'ve known him since forever and because it\'s complicated screwed me and him over.

Carlos, all of my cousins and friends and I grew up together. We went to McKee pool every summer. So the fact that he and Erica were petting heavily didn\'t faze me. Shit, he was always petting with someone or another. We had all but taken baths together as kids. I wouldn\'t be surprised if we did and I just can\'t remember it. My mom and Los\'s mom, Ariana, were best friends for a while. They are a long mess of a complicated story that I\'ll tell some other time. Just know they were best friends and because of this Los was like one of my cousins throughout childhood. When our mothers stopped being friends Los, all of my cousins and friends and I didn\'t stop hanging together. What happened with adults almost didn\'t affect us even though we had no choice when we moved away from the community.

So, that\'s what happened. Nearly 4 months after I turned 12, and 6 months after Ariana and my mother fell out, she and Los moved from Northside to College Hill. The only reason Los and I had any contact was because my Aunt Te lived on South Lynnebrook and Los lived on North Lynnebrook. So, when our mothers weren\'t around things were back to normal. In the summer time we would play king of the hill and one of the boys would win or flag football and, oddly to us then, the girls would win.

When high school came we would see each other passing through the halls and at lunch. We both went to Walnut instead of our community school, Aiken. I was already acclimated to Walnut by the time Los, Erica, Eboni, and my little sister Stephanie got there because I went there for Jr. High too. Stephanie is 2 years younger than me so when I was getting into high school she was coming into Walnut studying Latin. Funny thing is neither one of us, Stephanie or me, know any of that shit that they swore we would need for college. That tells you how much \they\ know. Anyway, Los, Erica and I graduated the same year. Most of our friends and cousins, from our families and community, were busy looking for jobs and not trying to get into college so when I got into UC (University of Cincinnati), Los got into Morehouse, and Erica got into Wilberforce we were the only ones really celebrating more school.

There were no teary goodbyes or none of that lame movie shit when we left. Erica was only going to Wilberforce and Los leaving was not a big deal to me, at least. College went quick. Since I stayed home I had to get involved at UC. I chose to do political stuff to balance my socio-political career choice. I saw Erica on a regular basis given that Wilberforce is only about an hour away. For the whole 4 years he was in college Los stayed in Atlanta. Then the man got into medical school at Johns Hopkins, like the damn genius he is. Throughout undergrad and grad school Los and I stayed in contact. We would e-mail and yak on the phone about whatever we were doing at that point in time.

Oh, I forgot to mention I basically did the same thing Los did and went straight into a doctoral program out of undergrad.

So, as you can tell, Los and I hadn\'t seen each other in, what . 10 years? I learned that he was back home from Doctors without Borders and was planning to go to the Gulf Coast and doctor there. According to everyone, especially, Erica, Eboni, and Stephanie, my cousin, best friend, and sister, Los was looking tan, muscled and ready to bone. But, also according to the same big mouth heffas he was moving slowly with everyone he came into contact with. I figured that was why Erica and him had only done heavy petting and she was too anxious to talk about how big he had gotten since high school. She acted like he was the same 16-year-old that she used to go in the auditorium with on the sly. A 16-year-old boy has nothing on a 28 year old man. That\'s 12 years of experience and lord only knows how many women. And with Los I wouldn\'t be surprised if it\'s thousands he was the biggest man-whore in high school.

So, when I got home from Spain oh I forgot to mention that too. I\'m a psychologist and I was living, working, etcetera J in Spain. So, when I got home from Spain I was looking forward to seeing what Los had turned into. I wasn\'t overjoyed and horny or disappointed, disgusted, and turned off. He looked the same as he did when we graduated and from the pictures I\'d seen of him. He was only a little darker, had a few more years on him than high school obviously and more muscles. He was still 6\'2 with perfect white teeth, dimples and curly hair. No Biggie.

To be honest, Los was the first person I saw when I got off the plane at the Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International Airport. He was fidgeting in his chair looking like a fiend waiting on his drug of choice. I laughed to myself as I walked up behind him and said, \U forever and always will be impatient.\ He turned around and when he saw me he jumped up, picked me up and hugged me. Now the picking me up thing had to be a feat cause at 5\'2\, 261 pounds, mama is beyond curvy and sexy as hell to boot. I was so shocked I just let him hold me and squeeze until I realized I was off the ground and started to panic. After I panicked, he promptly put me down and said, \Nat, you look amazing!\

\Thank you, you too\, was all I could say since I was busy thanking God I was on the ground again.

Los started saying he was here with Eboni, Stephanie and Erica when they ran around the corner screaming \NATILIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!\ like the Dream Team or the Justice Leaguettes or The Fantastic 3. They practically tackled me and immediately bombarded me with questions.

\Was your flight ok?\

\Are you happy to be home?\

\Why didn\'t you get it on with one of those sexy latinos? No offense Los.\

All I could do was laugh out loud at the last one as I was wondering why Erica said, \No offense Los.\ What the hell is up with that, I\'ll ask later.

\Let\'s get to the car and I\'ll let y\'all know everything. And when we get in I\'m going to sleep. That was a long ass flight!\

As we drove from the airport I noticed how my city had changed and how it\'d stayed the same. Same looking folks on the corners, same rich being rich and poor being poor.

\Does Cincinnati EVERY change?\, I asked.

In unison everyone else said, \No!\

As soon as the car stopped and I got out I felt like I was really home. When I stepped through the door I kicked off my shoes and headed to my bed. I knew the drill. It was a holiday weekend and the whole crew was in town. As I was laying down to sleep I thought about how long it had been since I had been around my folks, especially Los, Eboni, Steph, and Erica.

I slept straight through the day. It was the best sleep I\'d gotten in a minute. It was 10 p.m. when I woke up and half of the clan was downstairs. They were busy playing spades, drinking, listening to music, and sending the kids to the basement to watch television, fight and get on each other\'s nerves.

I mused, Nah Cincinnati doesn\'t change and neither does my family.

When I walked downstairs in my jeans and halter that barely exposed cleavage the first thing I heard was . nothing. \Damn, I\'m 28-years-old quit starin!\ and the chatter started again. Friends, cousins, daddies, mommas, aunts, uncles, grandparents, were there acting like old people and Los, Eboni, Steph, and Erica were there chillin right along side them.

I shot Eboni my \'let\'s do suttin\' look and before I blinked Los, Eboni, Steph, Erica and I were headed to the steps. Same steps where we got into so much trouble and hatched so many plans of what we\'d do by the time we were . this, that, or another age.

I mentioned that and Eboni, Steph, and Erica looked at Los and I like we were aliens. Steph said, \Only a few of us are smart as hell, or athletic or just know how to work the system, so . we get what we get and have to live with it.\

I said, \Damn Steph that\'s a harsh outlook.\

Los, agreeing with Stephanie, said, \It\'s true though.\

Eboni and Erica looked at each other and fell off the step. Erica asked, \Since when do you talk?\

\Since always.\

I chimed in with my little \Y\'all just never listened\

Eboni, Steph, and Erica said, \True\, in unison.

We sat out there until after 2 a.m. when Eboni, Steph, and Erica called it a night.

After they left I sighed loudly and said, \Now what? Los, I just slept from noon til 10 so you know damn well I\'m not sleepy. What is there for me to do?\

\I\'m not sleepy yet either, so we can sit here and talk some more or go in through the basement door and talk some more.\

\Hmmm . Let\'s go into the basement, that way we can feel like we outside even though we in.\

\That works.\

As we talked and talked I learned that Los had been to Africa, Thailand, and several South American countries doctoring his way to celebrity status at home. All the while I was in Spain, the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico and Cuba researching life and psychologizing (my word) the masses. I also learned Los and I still have a lot in common. We both still love hip-hop, dirty jokes, movies, video games, talking, helping people other than ourselves and the opposite sex. We both died laughing talking about Dane Cook\'s Vicious Circle or Katt Williams saying \bitch it\'s esteem of self\ and of course my classic, 40-year-old Virgin.

I asked Los, \Why don\'t you have a wife?\

\I make myself be too busy and I haven\'t been with the right woman at the right time. You?\

\Same.\

\Oh for real? When you get your woman can I watch?\

I fell on the floor. Still laughing, I punched him on his arm and said, \Shut up! You know I meant man!\

\Yea well, if you ever decide to go that route you know how to get in contact with me!\

I rolled my eyes and changed the subject to football so he could be distracted from the thought of me and a woman together with his hyper-freaky ass.

We were talking about the football and basketball players\' wives and I decided to see if he would give me a more complete answer so I asked again, \Why haven\'t you settled down?\

\Haven\'t found a woman to complement me, be my friend, and be phenomenal in bed . and like I said earlier, I have a really busy life and timing is always horrible.\ I laughed because he recognized that I was prying for more information.

When I stopped laughing Los began to laugh.

\What?\ I asked, wondering what private thoughts he could be laughing about.

\If I tell you it will change too many things\

\You already know . what we say here stays here . Doctor-Doctor confidentiality\, I said laughing hysterically, at myself.

\Yea, whatever you say Dr. Natilie.\

\So . Dr. Carlos, spill the beans\

\Okay, I was laughing because I was thinking about my crush on you.\

As he said crush I was stunned. \You ignored me half of the time, how could you possibly have had a crush on me?\

\I just did. All of our life you match or beat me in everything, even athletic prowess. You kick ass at everything you do and I\'ve always loved and admired that about you. It has always been a turn on.\

\Wow Los I didn\'t know you thought that much of me.\

\Well Nat, there\'s a lot about me that\'ll surprise you.\

\Okay . surprise me then doc.\

\Are you sure? Do you think you can handle it?\

I looked at him in wonder then quickly changed my face to my of-course-I-can expression of pure confidence and certainty. As I was about to say \'yeah\' I noticed that it seemed like we were further apart. So I said \Yea\ and expected him to tell me something like he still had a crush on me but instead he went in for the kill. He kissed, licked, and sucked me from my neck to my lips and back to my neck. It was like he knew exactly how to kiss me and where to touch me to turn me on. He grabbed my hands and pinned me between him and the couch that we had been sitting on. I could feel the cool breeze of late summer coming in from the basement door leading outside. Los rubbed his hands up and down my body like he was undressing me, made love to my soul and he was only kissing, licking, sucking and touching me with full clothes on.

I moaned when he withdrew his kiss and moved his body off of mine.

I wanted and needed him to touch me again. I never realized that sexual spark shit was true, until that moment. When he moved he walked across the room and said, \Now what?\

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Members Only

The girl took a short cut on her way back to campus. It was nearly midnight, she was alone, and she was nervous. It was dark despite the street lights, and she didn\'t notice the two men step out from the alley behind her and follow her silently. Both men were huge, over six feet tall and at least 280 pounds, but they were professionals, and they didn\'t make a sound. The girl was completely unaware of their presence until she felt a vice grip on her shoulder, and a damp rag muffled her scream. She gasped in surprise, deeply inhaling the ether, and then everything went black.

When she regained consciousness, she was blindfolded, and at first she couldn\'t be sure whether she was dead or still dreaming. She couldn\'t move; her wrists and ankles were shackled, and there was a leather belt drawn tightly around her waist. She was lying flat on a cold metal table with her arms and legs spread and her knees slightly bent. She was wearing a short khaki skirt and the crotch of her black panties was completely exposed. She could feel cool air on her inner thighs.

\Is anyone there?\ she asked in a shaking voice.

She suddenly felt a soft hand on her face, and flinched in surprise. \Relax,\ said a female voice. \I\'m going to take off the blindfold.\

The cloth slid away from her eyes, and she found herself looking at the ceiling of a dimly lit room. She turned her head to the side and looked up into the kind eyes of the woman who had removed the blindfold. The woman was tall and slim, with long dark brown hair that fell around her shoulders.

\Who are you? Where am I?\ the girl asked.

\My name is Nera. You\'re in one of the back rooms of a private club. My boys Tom and Marco found you. We have a show tonight, and you\'re the star.\

The girl had been looking around while Nera spoke. The room was small, about the size of a bedroom, and empty. The walls were bare except for a set of large double doors at her feet, and a smaller door in the wall behind her. When she heard Nera\'s words, her head jerked toward her in alarm. \What do you mean?\

Nera smiled, and her eyes lost their kindness. \That\'s all I can tell you now. You\'ll find out soon enough. What\'s your name?\

\Sarah.\ Her voice began to shake again, and the hot ball of fear that had been roiling in her stomach doubled in size. \What are you going to do to me? Are they going to rape me?\ She was approaching hysteria.

Nera held up the cloth that had covered Sarah\'s eyes. \Be quiet,\ she said, \or I\'ll have to gag you. If you relax and don\'t struggle, I guarantee you won\'t be hurt.\

Sarah had no reason to trust Nera, but she did. She relaxed slightly.

She had no idea where she was, how long she\'d been unconscious, or what time it was. Nera moved out of her line of sight, and she heard the door behind her open and close. She struggled briefly against the shackles holding her onto the table, but they were completely immovable. Her limbs may as well have been paralyzed.

Sarah had no way to know how much time passed, but what seemed like hours later, the door behind her opened and closed again. Nera stepped into her field of vision holding something that looked like a remote control. \Don\'t freak out. I\'m going to adjust your table.\

\Wha-\ Sarah started to ask, but before she could even get the word out, the table she was lying on began to rotate forward, until Sarah was nearly vertical, held in place by the belt cinched around her waist and the shackles. She looked around nervously at Nera. \What\'s happening?\

\I told you, you\'ll find out soon enough.\ Sarah\'s lips trembled, and she looked on the verge of screaming. Nera held up the blindfold like a threat. \The members prefer that we don\'t gag you, and I\'m sure you agree.\

The Club was the very definition of exclusive. It allowed only ten members at a time, and membership was sold to the highest bidder with the most connections, renewable annually. This year\'s cheapest membership had gone for 3.6 million to the police chief\'s youngest son, as an eighteenth birthday present.

The Club was owned by Verdis Grieschtze, although she never set foot in it. It was run solely by Nera, with the occasional assistance of Tom, Marco, and a half dozen other similar thugs. Nera used it to indulge her own sadist tendencies. The Club offered one show a week, and nearly always had 100 attendance from its members. Nera brought in professionals: the best strippers, exhibitionists, contortionists, and dominatrixes money could buy. Shows usually involved at least three or four individuals on stage at a time, engaging in acts even your average porn star would find shocking.

Tonight was a special night; they did a show like this only once a year. For many members, tonight\'s show was the reason they had joined. Members had been known to cancel trips, postpone weddings, even skip funerals for shows like tonight\'s.

Tonight\'s show was unique in two ways. First, there would be no professionals performing. And second, this show was the only one in which the audience would be allowed to interact with the performer.

This year\'s members, seven men and three women, were in their seats and waiting eagerly long before the show\'s scheduled start time of two a.m. The performance room was just large enough for the stage, which was really more like a catwalk, and ten chairs spaced around it. When the doors at the back of the stage opened at last, a hush fell. Marco came out, resplendent in a beautifully tailored Armani suit. It made him look almost academic, despite his bulk. He stopped at the end of the catwalk, cleared his throat, and addressed the audience in his melodic Italian accent.

\Ladies and gentlemen, as usual it\'s our supreme pleasure to have you here. We have a rare treat for you, whom I have the honor of introducing. She\'s quite lovely, only twenty years old. Her name is Sarah. And now and I will leave you, and her, in Nera\'s capable hands.\ He bowed shortly and strode off the stage.

The double doors remained open, and as soon as Marco was out of sight, Nera came out. She looked even more stunning than usual in a black bustier that left the tops of her breasts and her dark brown nipples visible. They were already hard in anticipation of the games to come. She was completely exposed from the waist down except for a pair of black heels, and her pussy was trimmed to a neat landing strip. Behind her, two large men rolled the metal table on which Sarah was strapped, blindfolded again and breathing heavily with fear. The crowd moaned with eager delight.

Sarah\'s long blonde hair fell around her shoulders, and her khaki skirt came only halfway down her thighs. She wore a tight buttoned-down white shirt and, obviously, no bra. Her taut nipples were visible through the thin fabric.

The men positioned the table at the end of the catwalk and clamped the brakes on the wheels. They left the stage via the steps at the end and took their places on either side of the exit doors at the back of the room. Their presence was theatrical more than anything else; in the Club\'s twenty-year history, there had been few outbreaks of violence among the members.

Nera turned to the audience. She tossed her nearly black hair behind her shoulders, pinched her nipples, and sighed loudly. \Good evening.\ She continued rolling her left nipple between her thumb and index finger, and casually slid her right hand down to finger her wet slit while she spoke. \I hope you\'re all prepared for this evening\'s performance. For those of you who are experiencing this for the first time, allow me to remind you of the rules of conduct.\ She began to writhe as she fingered herself, never breaking stride in her speech. \As you may have heard, audience participation tonight is not only permitted, it is required.\ She paused to gauge the reaction of the police chief\'s teenage son. The tall, handsome young man was seated at the very end of the stage and had a prime view of Sarah\'s white panties. His eyes were wide and he was all but salivating. Nera went on. \However, you are allowed on the stage only when I call you up. Furthermore, you must leave the stage the instant I tell you to. If you fail to obey my orders, one of the boys,\ she gestured to the men at the back of the room, \will be forced to remove you, and your membership will be revoked.\

Nera removed her hand from her cunt, apparently reluctantly, and offered it to the young man at the end of the stage, who licked it eagerly. Then she walked over to Sarah\'s table and pulled the blindfold off. Sarah gasped when she saw ten pairs of eyes on her. Nera waved the cloth in front of her face as a reminder, and Sarah clamped her mouth shut immediately. Nera reached behind the table to an inconspicuous shelf and pulled out a pair of heavy duty kitchen shears. Sarah\'s eyes widened when she saw them, but she stayed obediently quiet.

Nera pointed at the young man at the end and beckoned him forward. He stepped up onto the stage, and she handed him the shears. \Her hair or her clothes. your choice,\ she said. Sarah began to weep quietly.

The young man took the shears with a frightening sheen in his eyes, and Nera stepped off the stage and took her place next to the highest paying member, a female CEO of a well-known corporation, who proceeded to massage Nera\'s already engorged pussy lips while she watched the action. The man approached Sarah directly and looked into her eyes. She tried to plead with him silently, but it was obvious that, far from pitying her, he was reveling in her misery, as was everyone in the room. He clamped the shears between his teeth, and wiped away her tears with his left hand while he reached under her skirt with his right. He pushed the crotch of her cotton panties aside and inserted two fingers into her tight cunt. She gasped, and he smiled. The audience murmured its approval.

Abruptly he grabbed the collar of her shirt with both hands and yanked. Five buttons went flying and suddenly Sarah\'s spectacular breasts were exposed for everyone to gawk at. She was at least a 34C, and her tits were firm and perky, the nipples rosy pink, the flesh pale and supple. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, trying to hide her shame.

The young man grinned in pleasure and took the shears from his teeth. He cut the

shirt along the arms, slid it off, and tossed it at random into the audience. He grasped Sarah\'s right breast with his left hand and squeezed it roughly. She moaned and sobbed louder, still not looking at her tormentor. \Please,\ she whispered under her breath. \Please.\

He ignored her, and squatted in front of her. Because of the angle of the table and her bent knees, he had a perfect view up her skirt. He grabbed the crotch of her panties and yanked them aside, ripping them. He slid them down her legs, just below her skirt, and cut them off. He closed the shears and spit on them, using his hand to spread the lubricant evenly. Then he gently inserted the blunted blades of the shears into her cunt. She jerked at the feel of the cold metal inside her. He slid the makeshift dildo in and out a few times, eagerly watching her face contort with horror as he did. His erection was plainly visible through his expensive pants. Then he removed the shears and used them to cut away her skirt, leaving her completely naked. He used the skirt to wipe away her moisture and his saliva, then tossed it aside. Finally, he made a show of gathering her fine blonde hair one lock at a time and cutting it away, until there was nothing left but a ragged mop.

Sarah was crying loudly now, and Nera knew she would have to intervene to keep the girl under control. She stepped back onto the stage as the young man was again finger fucking her, and grasped his shoulders. She guided his hand from Sarah\'s cunt to her own, and flinched involuntarily as his thumb brushed her swollen clit. She allowed him to finger her for another moment, then gently pushed him away and pointed to his seat. He knew how strictly the rules were enforced, and though he wanted desperately to continue playing with these two gorgeous, naked women, he handed Nera the shears and went back to his seat without protest, where he immediately unbuttoned his pants, removed his stiff cock, and began stroking it. The heavy, well-dressed man in his early thirties who was seated next to the young man took the cue and pulled out his own cock. Without making eye contact, he reached over to the young man and began stroking his eight-inch member with his right hand while pleasuring himself with his left. The young man dropped his hands to his sides and allowed him to continue.

Onstage, Nera leaned over Sarah to replace the shears on their shelf behind the table, and discreetly whispered in Sarah\'s ear, \Get hold of yourself. The worst is over.\ This was a blatant lie, but Sarah didn\'t need to know that. Her sobs lessened, and she turned to look at Nera. Nera smiled at her gently, then turned back to the audience. She looked around at each member in turn, contemplating who would next get the privilege. She made eye contact with a stunning young woman in a severe business suit who had pulled her skirt over her waist and was slowly rubbing her pantiless snatch. Nera gave the woman a \come hither\ gesture with her index finger, and several of the men in the audience leaned forward in anticipation.

The woman stood up and let her skirt fall back into place. She was a natural redhead and her hair fell almost to her waist. She was easily a 36DD with a soft, round ass and sparkling blue eyes. She climbed the steps to the stage and Nera greeted her with a long, passionate kiss. Then the redhead went to Sarah and stood in front of her. She would have stood a bit taller than Sarah, but because of the elevation of the table Sarah was strapped to, they were eye to eye. Sarah\'s head was turned to the side and her eyes were closed in shame. The redhead put her hand to Sarah\'s cheek and turned Sarah\'s face toward her. They looked into each other\'s eyes for a moment, and Sarah seemed to relax a bit. The redhead kissed her briefly, then knelt in front of her and lapped at her cunt. Sarah shuddered visibly. The redhead flicked Sarah\'s clit with her tongue, and began exploring Sarah\'s asshole with her fingers. Sarah began twisting and writhing in her restraints, and the redhead could taste her juices. She licked furiously, circling and swirling, probing her pussy with her tongue as she assfucked her with her finger. Sarah began moaning against her will, unable to believe that some part of her was enjoying this. Suddenly her muscles contracted and she bucked her hips forward against the strap around her waist. The audience groaned and leaned forward in their seats. Most of them had their pants down or their skirts up and were jerking themselves off with abandon. Nera was sitting on the edge of the stage, leaning back on her left hand and fingering herself with her right. With perfect timing, she came with a scream just as Sarah did.

The redhead stood up with a satisfied look on her face and wiped her face daintily. She leaned over Nera and gave her a quick kiss, then stepped off the stage and took her seat. Sarah was crying again, quietly, ashamed.

Nera stood up on slightly wobbly legs and moved behind Sarah\'s table. She pressed a lever, and the table began to rotate backwards until it was horizontal and Sarah was on her back. Sarah looked around in bewilderment and fear, afraid of what this might mean. When the table was level, Nera then began to lower it until it was just above the floor, and provided an excellent view to the crowd on the floor. Nera addressed the group.

\We have time for one more participant to have his way with poor Sarah here. Do we have any volunteers?\ Every hand in the room went up, including the young man who\'d cut Sarah\'s hair. Nera smiled, and made eye contact with each person in turn. At last her gaze settled on a silver-haired man in his forties wearing a 5,000 suit. He was the only one who hadn\'t dropped his pants; he was merely leaning back in his chair with his arms folded, watching the action with a slight smile. Nera beckoned him with a finger, and he stood up and climbed the steps onto the stage.

He was beautifully built, about six-two and slim. His suit was dark grey and highlighted his hair and his deep tan. His dark blue eyes shone with casual confidence above the smile. He pecked Nera gently on the cheek, then strode to Sarah\'s side and gazed down at her. She wanted to look away and but his eyes held her, and he ogled her body with easy arrogance. Despite the humiliations visited on her tonight, this man\'s stare made her more uncomfortable than anything. She found herself blushing, from her cheeks down to her beautiful round breasts.

The gentleman knelt beside the table and began stroking Sarah\'s breast, looking directly into her eyes as he did. He massaged it gently, pinching and pulling at the nipple until it was taut. With his other hand, he brushed his fingers along her stomach and lower abdomen, sending goosebumps across her skin. He teased his way down to her engorged pussy, which was still incredibly sensitive after her orgasm. He softly squeezed and pulled her labia, and she felt herself moistening immediately. He was still looking into her eyes, and though she felt horribly degraded, she was still unable to look away.

The audience was transfixed. Several of them were watching so intently they\'d forgotten to attend to their own arousal; their hands had stopped in mid-stroke. The man on the stage suddenly turned to Nera and said, \Release her from her shackles.\ The guards at the door straightened and shot each other concerned glances. Nera merely looked back at him for a moment, then said, quietly, \Very well.\

She reached under the table and pressed a few buttons. The metal restraints around Sarah\'s joints popped open. Nera pulled a clamp, and the leather belt slackened, but Sarah didn\'t move. The gentleman pushed her legs apart and spent a moment admiring her wet slit. Though she was now free, she made no effort to resist him. \Hold your legs like that,\ he said. \I want to look at you while I undress.\ He spoke with complete authority. This was not a man who was accustomed to being questioned. Sarah obeyed, holding her legs spread wide as he unzipped his pants, slipped them off, and folded them neatly. He handed them to Nera, then slipped off his silk boxers and handed them over as well. His cock was perfectly shaped, fully erect, and at least eight inches long.

He stood over Sarah, who was still holding her legs in the air, and took another moment to look her up and down. He rubbed his fingers along her slit again, as though savoring it, then, suddenly, raised his hand and slapped her across the face. His hand made a loud crack as it hit her soft cheek, and several of the audience members, as well as Nera, jumped. Sarah cried out in shock and pain. When he drew his hand away, there was a harsh red print on her face. Sarah had dropped her legs in surprise, and he grabbed her ankles and forced them apart roughly. \I didn\'t tell you to put your legs down,\ he said in a low voice, never taking his eyes off hers. She trembled, and tears began to roll down her face.

The man climbed onto the table then and positioned himself over her. Without warning he shoved his dick into her up to the hilt, and she gasped. He began moving back and forth slowly, pounding into her cunt as hard as he could. His hands grasped the table just over her shoulders, holding himself steady. As he violated her, he reached over with his right hand and slapped her again. She screamed aloud. He grinned, grabbed her nipple, and gave it a harsh tug. Instinctively she reached up to protect herself, and he slapped her hand back down. \Keep your hands at your sides.\

He began pounding harder, occasionally slapping her across the face or breasts as he did so. Abruptly he stopped and stood up. He took her hands and pulled her to her feet. He held her elbow with one hand and with the other, drew back and hit her across the mouth as hard as he could. Blood flew from her lip. She tried to turn away but he grabbed her chin and turned her face toward his. \It\'s your turn,\ he said.

Then he lay down on the table and pulled her down on top of him. \Fuck me,\ he commanded. Sarah obeyed. She sat on his cock and began bouncing up and down. He moaned with pleasure and reached up to tweak her nipples with both hands. He pulled her toward him by the nipples, pinching them until they were nearly purple. She grimaced and cried harder. \Faster,\ he said. She complied, though her thigh muscles had begun to burn.

At last he released her sore nipples and gripped her shoulders, digging his fingers in and moaning louder as he climaxed. She felt him shoot his hot load into her, then he relaxed, and shoved her off roughly. She collapsed on the floor in a heap, sobbing and covering her face with her hands. He lay there breathing heavily for a moment, then stood up calmly, took his clothes from Nera, and dressed carefully. He stepped off the stage and took his seat without a word.

The audience sat rapt, motionless. Nera recovered herself quickly and nodded toward Marco. He came forward, climbed onto the stage, scooped up the sobbing Sarah, and carried her back through the double doors and out of sight. Nera bowed to the audience and said, \Thank you for being with us tonight. Please, take as much time as you need. I hope to see you next week.\ Then she turned on her heel and strode off the stage.

She instructed Marco to clean Sarah\'s bloody lip and get her some new clothes, then hurried to her dressing room where she locked the door, threw on a robe, and collapsed onto her sofa. Her heart was still pounding. Tonight\'s show was quite spectacular. It would be difficult to top next week.