The New Guy Part 2 Chad Marcie
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In retrospect, Marcie would later admit that both her morality and common sense were on vacation when she visited Laura’s home in Boston. Marcie and Laura were closer than ever after Marcie’s experiences with men, which for the most part she enjoyed immensely. However, Marcie felt that she owed her entire sex life to her roomie since it was Laura who steered her into her first male encounter and encouraged her to try the others afterward. And with mid-terms over with, Laura offered...
Marcie & Erskine Despite her prolonged sexual activities of the previous night, Marcie was the first of the girls to wake up and after donning a tee shirt and skirt; she brushed her teeth and applied a basic application of lipstick, forgoing any of the usual foundation makeup she normally used because she was starving for something to eat. She went into the kitchen and made some coffee, poured a glass of grapefruit juice and put two slices of bread into the toaster. She was taking a...
Marcie met Aniah, the teenage daughter of the couple who lived downstairs from her on coming home from shopping. Aniah was a pretty girl; soft and curvy and bookish, a polite and soft spoken sixteen-year old with just blossoming breasts, knowing eyes and a very sensual mouth. Marcie had ogled the girl from the very first time she’d seen her. I’m not a sex addict, Marcie told herself. I like sex; nothing wrong with that. But this one’s just a kid. Oh, but I bet she’s experienced. No---no,...
They were in Marcie’s apartment. “My parents are getting suspicious, Marcie,” Aniah whined as she gnawed at a cuticle. “How so?” “I’m not sure, but I think it’s this neighbor, Mrs. Vincentia. She’s awfully nosy. She watches everything that goes on around here, so I think maybe she...” After a moment’s thought, Marcie said, “I belong to a gym. I could bring you in as my guest. There are plenty of opportunities to do whatever we want without being spied on, and if anyone asks, you’re...
Meanwhile, Marcie met with less success than Mark; having settled in at a Tampa lounge as the 9 to 2 weekly piano gig Tuesday through Saturday. Her previous work with the recording group had phased out and it was the only job available, and needing to eat, she took it. But she was also undergoing a different transition as well. Her sexual appetite was growing. Marcie had always enjoyed sex with both men and women. She had experimented along the way, at one point taking on five men at a...
The two girls were leaving the auditorium following a rehearsal for the Fall concert the University held every October. Laura decided to tease Marcie as it was almost her favorite pastime other than sexual activity. “So technically you’re still a virgin, right, Marcie?” “What do you mean technically?” Laura laughed and said, “I mean, you ain’t been boned in your cooch. That’s what I mean.” Marcie felt the flush spreading upward and knew her face revealed her embarrassment at being put in...
One month later ... A cocktail party at developer, Hughie Jennings home, Barry Borelli, a City Councilmen and Attorney was about to explain his marriage to Mark. “Try this scotch, Newlin. It’s one of the best available; single malt, eighteen years old and I guarantee it will go down as smooth as silk.” Mark glanced at Borelli’s wife Scotia, who had a glass of white wine, and then accepted the crystal glass and took a sip. “Mmmm, you weren’t kidding. It does feel like...
Marcie was still recovering from the previous night’s celebration. Her pussy was deliciously sore and aftershocks from her many orgasms—if one could call them that—continued popping up at the most inopportune times, like when her parents were taking her to eat lunch that day. She would be graduating with honors; notwithstanding, she had not found a job as yet and sat down at her computer to continue her search for employment as a musician/pianist the moment her parents left for home. To...
Marcie was having her nails done when she realized that Aniah had apparently lost interest in men—sexually. It was true that when pressed the girl said emphatically that she liked a cock in her; but thinking back, Marcie recalled having spotted good-looking males Aniah’s age or slightly older, and calling her attention to them while pointing out their obvious attributes on several occasions. Marcie had even gone so far as to draw the teen’s attention to which side the young men had slung...
Marcie found herself back at school without her roomie, Laura. She found herself growing lonely without her best friend and lover, and eventually became bored by what was on the TV and went for a stroll. A block or so from her dorm apartment, she heard a piano being played and followed the music until she determined it was coming from a particular window on the second floor of 145 Frontis Street. An etude by Chopin was being played and played well. Marcie stopped and listened. She was still...
Aniah was a thorn, albeit a pleasant one, in Marcie’s side. She knew that sooner or later their sexual proclivities would be found out, most likely by her parents, and that would mean possible criminal charges, and at the very least, having to find another place to live. And then there was Mark. She liked him very much and hoped that something might come from meeting him. It was unbelievable how understanding he’d been when she told him about her addiction. He could have taken her that...
The following day Marcie acted on Gerri’s advice and found the therapist she recommended named Rudy Dersherwitz. We join them as he explains his theories on how to treat someone considered a sexual addict. “Yes, Marcie all too often the therapist focus on altering sexual behavior rather than accepting and befriending this part of themselves and learning to control it rather than having it controlling them.” His words hit her like a blow to the head. And what followed Marcie found she...
The following Wednesday Mark took Marcie on their first real date. The Vietnamese restaurant, Pho Cali, located at the foot of Bednarik Crossing, a half block from Coyne’s Steakhouse where Marcie played piano nightly. Marcie bought a little black dress especially for the evening. It was a little too short and a little too clingy and it cost twice what she’d intended on paying, but it was perfect for the evening she had in mind. The slinky black dress combined with black thigh highs, her only...
As Brent moved the plane from the hanger to the runway, Melanie suddenly felt a sense of freedom. She knew it was only temporary, but she resolved to not think about work for the whole weekend. It was a beautiful day to be flying. As the plane ascended, Marcie looked down at the patchwork quilt of the central Iowa farmland. Green crops, interspersed with yellow patches of oat crops and pastureland, spread as far as her eye could see. The engine noise made conversation difficult, but she...
Mark arrived at Fay’s house right at two in the afternoon. Arianna’s Mazda was out front, so he parked his Accord in the driveway. Arianna answered the door. He’d seen her at the Prom, but hadn’t really talked to her in several weeks. “Hey, loverboy,” she said, grabbing his arms. She pulled herself up on tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. “I’ve missed you!” “Well hello to you too, Arianna,” he had to smile. It was true; Fay had told him she wanted to fuck him. He hadn’t believed her but...
It was Thursday when Mark got the call, but it was Scotia, not Marcie. “Hi Mark, how are you?” she asked, somewhat coyly. “I’m fine, how are you?” he countered, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “Good, really, good” big pause. “How do you feel?” He asked sincerely. “Oh, I’m fine. Fully recovered. You were quite good at what ... um, we did together. I ached and hurt for a day or so, but nothing was damaged and in two days I was as good as new.” she said very matter of...
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Melanie was concerned about her boss. She wasn't her cheerful self when she came in that morning. Throughout the morning, she occasionally heard what sounded like sniffles coming from her office. She couldn't stand it any longer. She had to see if Marcie needed her. She entered her office and closed the door. "Marcie, are you all right?" "I'm fine. I'll be o.k. Thanks." "Are you sure? You look really sad." "Oh, Melanie. I appreciate your interest but I can't talk about...
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"Do you know the way to Bell Street?" The man asked. "If you go back the way you came, and turn left at th- " The young man clamped a rag over Chad's mouth, his eyes flickering before his body goes limp, falling to the ground, Flint barking. When Chad opens his eyes, he's naked and strapped to a hard wooden table in a dark room. He looks around, past his spread legs. Flint sits in the corner, waiting patiently. "Flint...here boy!" He whispers loudly. Flint growls and falls...
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I didn’t just pull the sheet up to our chins, I covered our heads. Ashley and I stared at each other from inside a bed tent like I remembered from childhood. But this adult version was more complicated. As you may have already read, I’d just finished bringing Chad’s girlfriend, Ashley, to a thrashing orgasm. He’d apparently been in the doorway watching at least the finish (and staring at my big naked butt). “Mom,” Chad said, “is that what you meant when you said you wanted to talk to Ashley? Am...
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"These are a few of the videos I have put together. Doesn't she look sexy with my fat pole sliding in and out of her slippery little honey pot ?" I ask our good looking host. Chad, and I were watching a video I had compiled of my wife and I. “You two look really hot together, I love the body art you drew on her.” He said opening his shorts and starting to stroke his thick cock, he went on to say that my wifes pussy was delicious looking. Thanking him for the compliments I wasted no time...
By the next morning, I realized we couldn’t keep going on like this.Exactly how big a clue did I need that sex with my son wasn’t my best idea ever? While it was fun for me – and I suspected it was fun for everyone – I really didn’t want any more instances of my husband, Jason, fucking my sixteen-year-old son in the ass. My plan for my son, Chad, was simple. We would have sex just one more time, after which I would explain that there would be no more of that and he had to find girls his own...
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[Chad] New Year's Eve was coming. Mom and Dad had always had a grand party for New Year's Eve inviting many of their friends. We were encouraged to invite our friends for a long evening of good cheer. Because of Dad's position, it was semi-political. However, most were coming to celebrate the entrance of the New Year with friends. Since Britt and I were told to invite friends, we did. Mel was invited to invite friends but the only one she wanted was Eric. Mom and Dad invited the Deavers...
After everyone left and we had walked Grandmother Thornton home, I told Chad to wait before he came up. There was one more gift for him to unwrap in our room. I smiled and he shrugged acceptance. I went upstairs and stripped leaving my necklace and ring on. I put the top to the blue negligee on and tied the single bow. I pulled the covers back and knelt facing the door with my hands at my sides palm up. He knocked on the door and I said, "Come in, love," in a low voice. He came in closing...
That afternoon was back to pretty much normal. Mom drove up as we were getting out of my car. She was usually home just before, just as, or just after I arrived. Britt finished handing me our books. She put her arm around my waist and we followed Mom inside. Thursday, we were told to meet them at the courthouse. Surprisingly, both of Britt's parents had acknowledged the petition and consented to Mom and Dad as guardians of Britt. We went into the court. Dad went over the original petition,...
Tams wiped her face and went to the door while I hurriedly found an old pair of shorts as I knew it would be her mother at the door and the last thing either of us wanted was for Trish to see me in my boxers with her daughter present, an assumption I possibly got wrong.“Hi mummy” I heard Tams say and Trish seemed in a happy mood as they walked into the lounge, I walked out quickly and Trish looked down, “Oh WOW!” she said laughing, “Proper shorts for once” she continued and I giggled while...
As we went upstairs and into my room, Britt asked, "How old is Mitch anyway?" I answered, "He's the same age as Mom and Dad. That would make him about forty or forty-one." "Okay, that gives me a window of ages." "Oh, okay. You're serious about this aren't you?" "As a heartbeat. He's a good man and deserves to be happy. He hasn't been looking. Mom and Dad have separately admitted that he hasn't tried to date." I said, "I guess he's still carrying a torch for Mom and now...
A few minutes later, Doctor Martin came in and made me sit on the bed. He poked and prodded. He looked into my eyes with a bright light and watched my pupils react. Finally, he said, "You're good. Take care of the head. No active things for a few more days. Keep the dressing clean. Brittany, are you going to change it or is Lois?" Britt said, "I will. I know what to do. I helped Nurse Dan clean it and re-bandage it this morning." "Okay, if you get a headache, if you feel dizzy or have...
We lay on the bed together for two hours, even napped a little. We woke up and talked. Britt said, "Chad, I feel guilty. I'm sad that Amelia is dead but not like I think I should be. I'm just numb ... My life is so different now from a month ago. You're the only constant. I've done nothing to deserve your parents' kindness and love. So many people have been so kind to us and said and done nice things to us and for us. I feel like I'm in a dream. That's why I want to hold you." I...