An Ordinary College Sex Life 2Chapter 6 Winter Break
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DECEMBER 2003, WINTER BREAK
It was just after 2am when I finally returned home. The party was pretty much over, just a few stragglers hanging around. The music was off and the lights were low. And being the only resident still up and about, I felt it was my duty to usher out the final guests.
Marian Liu was on the back patio smoking something that didn't smell like a cigarette with two guys. She seemed to be trying to decide which one to take home; and when I arrived, her decision was made to just take them both back with her.
I found Julie Carpenter and her boyfriend Lloyd making out in the bathroom. I would have thought this completely ordinary except that Kerri Trainor was on her knees sucking his cock. I just smirked and told them to take it back to their own place, wishing Lloyd luck. I'd certainly found myself in the same position more than a few times.
Luckily there was no one passed out somewhere, so I didn't have to worry on that regard. The closest was Tony Calderon, who was asleep on the couch with Jamie Miano, the Tri-Delt freshman, under the crook of his arm. I got them both up and sent them on their way, most likely to Tony's place.
And then I finally went into my own bedroom.
You'd think that after spending five minutes walking back in 40-degree weather from Ryan's and Dawn's apartment that I'd have lost my erection. You'd think that spending another ten or so minutes ushering partygoers from my house would have made damn sure I'd gone limp.
But no, I hadn't. The whole time I was walking home, shooing out guests, and cursing my sense of morality that wouldn't let me sleep with Dawn when Ryan didn't really want me to, I was envisioning the way Dawn looked tonight. I saw her beautiful face. I saw her full, firm, and naked breasts. I saw her flat tummy and flared hips and the pink juncture between her thighs. I saw the way her lips were parted (both sets) as she panted softly ... panting in arousal ... for ME.
And I was still hard.
Yeah, the damn thing was starting to ache a bit.
And so it was with this massive erection that I entered my room and found it already occupied. I hadn't expected any company and so wasn't the quietest of people as I shut the door, dropped my keys, wallet, and cell phone onto the dresser, and started pulling off my shoes. Only then did I see the head pick up off my pillow as a gorgeous girl turned to look at me.
Hunched over, my hands still on my shoelaces, I froze in surprise. Beautiful young Meli, still clad in that dark, sleeveless crop-top, sat up and let the blankets fall down to her waist. Her gold-flecked eyes stared in amusement at me, and as I stood up straight her eyes went up with me before dropping right back down to the obvious bulge in my jeans.
Her face was flushed with arousal and she was sweating lightly. Licking her lips, the young stranger I'd only met this evening stared straight at my crotch as she asked in a heated voice, "Is that for me?"
I blinked just once and then moved. I didn't ask any questions. I didn't wonder what circumstances had brought about her presence in my bed. I simply strode over, put my arms on Meli's shoulders, and bore her onto her back across the mattress while fastening my lips over hers.
I was horny. And I was about to get laid.
"Nnnnhhh..." Meli moaned when I pulled my lips off hers and moved them down her neck. I arched myself while she frantically tugged at the blanket to get it out from between us. Once that was accomplished, her hands slid around to the hem of my shirt, jerking upwards until I got up and tossed it over my head. And then I paused for a second to admire the pretty girl beneath me.
Meli had caught my notice from the very first time I laid eyes on her, even flanked by three other pretty girls in Jocelyn, Kelly, and Jamie. Meli's 5'10" height and model slenderness got my attention. Her extremely pretty face held it. And her youthful, almost innocent quality got me really engaged.
But I wasn't thinking about youthful innocence anymore. I was thinking about fucking a hot babe; and from the way Meli was scrabbling at her clothes, she was thinking the same thing. Her dark crop-top was tight-fitting, but she managed to wriggle it over her head on the way up her arms. This left her perky tits completely bare to me, and just when the material was covering her face, I put a hand on the top to trap it over Meli's face while leaning down to swirl my tongue around an erect nipple.
"Mrf!" Meli squeaked into her shirt, which was still bound around her arms and face, blinding her. She couldn't remove the shirt while I held onto it, and she was completely at my mercy as I continued lavishing my oral attentions on her perky titties.
I didn't leave her helpless for long. After a minute of suckling I helped her remove the top and she shot me a look of mild annoyance. Clearly, she wasn't a tie-me- up-and-have-your-way-with me kind of girl, especially since we barely knew each other and she had no reason to trust me. Actually, if she'd been listening to all the girls' gossip, she'd have every reason to believe I'd have my way with her and then move on to the next girl.
But she wanted me to have my way with her first.
I grinned and kissed her in apology. Then I slid down the bed, taking her shorts and panties with me on the way. And I finished by giving her a much better apology, this time with my tongue in her twat.
"Oh, yesss..." Meli hissed as my tongue sank deeper into her channel, quickly joined by a finger. She was soaking wet, and from the heavy volume I imagined she'd been playing with herself long before I came into the bedroom. But her pussy was still quite tight and I only needed one finger to wriggle around while I licked and suckled on her clit and the other erogenous spots around her pussy.
I started working her up to a quick orgasm, but after a minute or two she grabbed at my shoulders and tugged, gasping, "Forget it. Just get up here and fuck me!"
My instincts told me to ignore her and give her a quick orgasm first, entering her while she was still in the throes of climax. But after everything that had gone on tonight with Dawn, I'd been hard for too long and I was craving my own release. So I swiftly slid up the bed and swabbed my mushroom head through her wet labia.
"Oh, shit!" Meli groaned and then looked down between her legs. "It's so BIG!"
I grinned and rubbed around a bit more, building up moisture on my cockhead. "Not really. But this may stretch a bit." And then I pushed forward.
"Aiiiiii!" Meli squealed as I parted her folds and began sinking inside. She was really tight and for a second, I wondered which girl had the tighter cunt, Meli or Robin. Despite her height, Meli was quite thin and she certainly felt just as constricting as Robin had earlier that night.
"I TOLD you it was big!" Meli complained as I pushed another couple of inches inside and then withdrew. And then she simply let her head lay back as I slowly pumped in and out of her until at last she adjusted and I was fully buried inside her sweet pussy.
"How does it feel?" I husked as I began kissing her neck.
"So full," Meli moaned in response as she hooked her ankles around mine and tugged tightly, trying to feel how deep I could get.
I nibbled my way down her shoulder as the young girl got used to the feeling of having me fully inside her. And then I pushed myself up and off her chest to look down once again at her face. "You really ARE gorgeous, you know that?" I said in wonder.
She smiled and then chuckled. "You're just saying that to get into my panties."
"I already am," I grinned.
"Ooh ... I know..." Meli sighed and turned her head. "I can't believe we're doing this. I don't even know you." She shook her head.
"We can change that," I said softly as I withdrew about six inches and then swiftly thrust forward again. She groaned and sighed and looked at me. Then I asked, "What did the other girls tell you about me?"
She shook her head. "Not much, actually. It was all sex, sex, and more sex. Jocelyn and Kelly talked about how you made half the girls they know pass out from too much pleasure. Kerri and Julie talked about how agile your tongue was, doing things they couldn't believe were possible. And Dayna told me you two used to have all these random late night hookups for the fun of it."
I raised my eyebrows. "You get around. How DO you know everybody?"
Meli smiled enigmatically and then hunched her hips up at me. "You know, let's play twenty questions later. How 'bout you do your legendary sex god stuff on me first and then we'll get to know each other before fucking again, m'kay?"
It sounded like a plan to me.
Meli and I never did the "getting to know you" stuff. I fucked her to two orgasms and then remembered my Hawaiian, telling her "Ale ko'u kai" when she eagerly took me into her mouth and let me blow my load down her throat, the young girl swallowing like a champ.
She didn't take her mouth off my cock, either. The pretty, exotic-looking babe rolled me onto my back and continued sucking to get me hard again. I looked down at her very pretty face, those gold-flecked eyes staring up at me while her brown and gold-streaked hair hung around her face. The only thing she was wearing was that puka shell necklace, something that looked mysteriously familiar to me somehow; but with her mouth on my cock I wasn't thinking too hard about it.
When I was hard again, Meli swiftly replaced her mouth with her pussy, sinking down onto me with a throaty moan. "Still so fucking BIG!" she exclaimed as she hit bottom. I just gripped her hips and started guiding her up and down.
By now, I'd figured out most of Meli's triggers and sensitive spots, and taking her to another climax was pretty easy. Her tits were small, not quite B-cups, but they were very sensitive. Like most young girls I knew, she was at first squeamish when my fingers played around her ass; but at the moment of climax, a little pressure against her anus heightened her pleasure. And of course I had easy access to her clit while she rode me up and down.
But now it was time to put her out. After cumming in Robin and once with Meli, I felt like I only had one round left in the chamber and I was getting tired as the hour ticked past 3am. So gripping Meli's tight ass in my hands, I held her body against me and rolled us over into a missionary position without dislodging my cock from her cunt.
"Oh, shit," Meli groaned as I began thrusting into her. She was relaxed beneath me, absorbing each blow, and I took advantage of her state by raising her legs and putting both of them over my shoulders. Folding her in half and pounding her was a fantasy from the house party that I wanted to live out.
"Oh, shit!" Meli whimpered when I pushed forward, taking her legs with me and rolling her ass up and off the bed. In this new position, I was able to drive almost vertically downwards into her pussy, hammering her even deeper than before. The young babe tossed her head left and right while I folded her beneath me, really dicking her hard. And soon we were both ramping up to our final orgasms.
"It's so good! I can't believe it! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped and tried to hump herself back at me.
"Urgh, urgh, urgh!" I grunted with every thrust. I usually did my best work around midnight or at 7am. My circadian rhythms were off and I was struggling a bit to keep up the pace after 3am.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Meli screamed and scrabbled at my back, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.
"Ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh!" I wound up grunting as I sped up my thrusts, losing myself to the uncontrollable final short rows. I didn't have much time left, and I ran my lips up Meli's long neck and then bit down gently just below the left side of her jaw. My left hand slid up to grip her right breast, tracing my thumb along the sensitive undercurve while my index and middle fingers bracketed her nipple. I pivoted my hips so that each thrust of my pelvic bone would impact against her clit. And at the very last moment, I popped my right index finger into her ass for the very first time all night.
It was all a little desperate for me, and I wasn't even sure it was enough. Normally I would have spent another five minutes getting Meli primed to be knocked out, but I simply couldn't last any longer. But fortunately for me, it was enough.
"AAAAAIIIII!!!" Meli screamed right into my ear, the sound deafening. Her legs clamped around my neck as if she were trying to strangle me. Her butt kicked higher off the bed as she tried to get away from the finger in her ass while simultaneously clenching down around it. And I felt the tremors in her pussy as a massive orgasm swept across her body at the same time.
My eyes were closed as I hammered her for another three strokes and then held myself at maximum penetration, grunting in relief as I felt the flood pour out of me. Meli jerked again when she felt the first jets splashing inside of her spasming pussy. And then the two of us were lost to the riot of orgasmic bliss as we thrashed and humped and screamed in ecstasy.
The tall, slender young babe went limp before I was done sperming her. Her legs were still trapped over my shoulders, so her body was still curled up and off the bed, with only her shoulders against the mattress. My own feet were digging into the bed to hold us in that position; and with my cock pointed almost straight down, I squirted out the final drops of cum to join the lake forming inside her teenaged vagina. And when I rocked back onto my heels while slowly removing her legs from my shoulders, I saw that Meli had indeed passed out from her pleasure.
I was dizzy for a few seconds from the force of my orgasm and from unconsciously holding my breath while I was squirting. I was getting steadier with each passing second; but I felt so tired that I decided to just succumb to the vertigo and laid down next to Meli's unconscious form. Finally, I pulled the blankets over both our naked bodies and cuddled up next to my young lover. And then I sighed and went to sleep.
"WHAT THE FUCK???"
The male voice cracked in the air like a gunshot, loud enough and harsh enough to startle me from my slumber. My eyes flew open as I instinctively woke up and turned toward the sound of danger. Automatically, I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to my chin as a shield over my naked body while my eyes tried to focus on the visibly upset young man in front of me.
Matt Kanemura, Brandi's boyfriend, stood in the doorway with an expression of shock, outrage, and purely unadulterated hate on his face. "MELI! What the FUCK happened?"
Behind me, my most recent lover grabbed onto my arm and whimpered in fear, pushing her nose and the lower-half of her face against my shoulder. Apparently, Meli had just been startled awake as well.
"HOLY SHIT!" Matt continued yelling. "Did he... ? Did you... ? Oh, FUCK! I'll fucking KILL you!" He started stomping forward and I immediately held my hands up in defense.
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA!" I stammered and backed up on the bed, Meli still cowering behind me.
"You get the HELL away from my little sister!" Matt raged.
"Whoa, what? Sister? What?" I jerked around wide-eyed and stared at Meli. Only then did I look at her neck, and everything clicked for me: the necklace. She and Matt had identical puka shell necklaces. Come to think of it, Matt and Meli had similar tans and facial structures, with an exotic mixed Asian heritage. "You're his sister?" I gasped in shock.
Meli just nodded rapidly and wordlessly.
Ah, hell.
I sat up and slid away from Meli, more for Matt's benefit than anything else, until I my back was against the headboard. My hands were still in the air and I looked at him with wide-eyes. "I didn't know, Matt. I swear."
"She's just a kid! She's still in High School!" Matt screamed at me.
"I didn't know," I pleaded again. Well, that explained Meli's youthful appearance.
"What the hell happened?" he yelled at me. "What the hell are you doing here?"
I blinked twice. "It's my bedroom."
Suddenly Brandi was in the doorway behind Matt. He turned around to look at her and then back at me. "You were supposed to be gone for the night! You left with Dawn and Gwen!"
I blinked again. "Stuff happened. I came home." I turned and looked at Meli, who was staring downward while clutching the blankets around her naked body, blushing pink in embarrassment. By now, Adrienne had also arrived in the doorway and was looking in curiously.
"Did you assault her?" Matt thundered at me.
"What? No! Of course not!" I protested.
Matt turned on his little sister. "You wanted to sleep with him?"
"I was horny..." Meli pouted. "Do you know how thin the walls are here? I could hear people fucking upstairs and in the next room all night! I was rubbing myself for an hour before he came in."
"I sent you in here to sleep!" Matt groaned at his sister.
"Wait, YOU put her in my bed?" I asked.
"I thought you were GONE!" Matt growled. Then he turned and harshly jabbed a at Brandi. "Actually, it was YOUR idea! YOU told me to let her sleep in here! This is YOUR fault!"
"Whoa, whoa!" Brandi held her hands up. "YOU were horny, too, Matt! YOU asked me what to do with your sister so you could spend the night with me! We were BOTH there when Dawn took him out. We BOTH thought he'd be gone for the night. And it was a free bed."
"Worst fucking mistake of my life!" Matt yelled. "FUCK!" He turned and glared at me. I knew the look. It was the same look he'd given me when he caught me with my dick up Brandi's ass. And it was the same look he'd given me every now and again ever since. It was a look of pure hate and disgust, and I'll never forget that look for the rest of my life. He'd caught me fucking his girlfriend (my own sister); and now he'd caught me fucking his sister. Let's just say I wasn't expecting the guy to send me a Christmas card.
I now turned to Meli. "You weren't waiting for me?"
The young girl blinked and shook her head. "I didn't know you were coming home."
I winced. "But I thought ... And when I walked in ... you..."
"Oh, I wanted it," Meli shook her head. "I just didn't plan it."
Ah, hell. I'd just assumed she was in my bed to seduce me.
Hanging his head, Matt seethed quietly for a few seconds before snapping his head back up and whirling back to the bed. "Get dressed," he barked at Meli, pointing his finger threateningly at her. Then he turned and glared at Brandi. "We're leaving."
Silently, Meli slipped out of the bed and held an arm over her breasts self- consciously. The only two guys in the room were me and her brother, and Matt was deliberately averting his eyes while she snatched up her crop-top, panties, and shorts. She got dressed, and then with Matt still looking the other way, she came up and pecked me quickly on the cheek. Her eyes apologized for the words she couldn't say, and then she moved away. "Okay, I'm done," she announced.
Matt turned and grabbed her hand. And then without a backwards glance, he practically dragged her out the door and out of the house.
Sighing, I snagged some pajama pants and got out of bed. I went out my door and stood next to Brandi and Adrienne, who were thoughtful as they stared out the open front door.
Just then, Dayna and Kevin came sleepily down the stairs and looked over at us. "Heard a ruckus," Dayna commented while yawning. "What'd we miss?"
I slammed the trunk closed on the Mustang and looked up to watch Adrienne let Brandi into the back before folding the passenger seat into place and jumping in herself. Only, Brandi wasn't getting in. Her hand was over her mouth and she was staring at her cell phone in shock.
Adrienne looked over, made a noise, and then brought her hands up to Brandi's shoulders, squeezing comfortingly. I realized that something was wrong and went around as well.
Peering over Brandi's left shoulder, I saw the screen the girls were still staring at and realized it was a text message from Matt: Can't do this anymore. We're done.
Sadness for Brandi mixed with anger at Matt. Seriously, a text message? After the years they'd been together? But I realized I'd had a significant role in the break-up and I immediately turned to my big sister. "Brandi, I'm SO sorry."
[SMACK!]
My eyes popped open in shock that Brandi had just slapped me. She had raised her hand again, holding it a few feet away from her head. Her face was a look of pure rage and as she glared at me, her teeth grinding and her irises aflame. Her hand vibrated with energy as she decided whether she wanted to hit me again or not.
Wincing, I just closed my eyes and braced myself for the blow.
And I waited...
And I waited...
Maybe she wasn't going to hit me again? I started cracking my eyelids open and-
[SMACK!]
"Owww!!!" I turned and held my cheek.
"Brandi!" Adrienne was now holding Brandi's wrist, stopping her from hitting me one more time.
"GAWD DAMMIT, BEN!" Brandi yelled at me. "Why'd you have to DO that?"
"It's not his fault!" Adrienne said loudly while trying to restrain Brandi's flailing limbs without hurting her.
"Of COURSE it's his fault!" Brandi screeched. "My boyfriend fucking broke up with me by fucking text because Ben fucking slept with my boyfriend's fucking little sister!"
"She was in his bed and she came onto him," Adrienne argued. "What did you THINK he would do?"
"Oh, I KNOW what he would do. He fucking DID it! He fucking did HER!" Brandi squalled and kept flailing, now trying to hit Adrienne.
But a second later, all the fight went out of Brandi and she literally collapsed straight down, sitting on the asphalt of the driveway. She buried her face in her hands and rivers of tears poured out from around her fingers. "Why do you have to be YOU, Ben? WHY?"
"Brandi, I'm sorry," I pleaded and reached out to her. But she immediately raised an open palm straight at me in a clear 'keep away' gesture. I stopped and gritted my teeth.
"Why couldn't you be just a normal little brother? Just an ordinary boy?"
"An ordinary boy STILL would have slept with Meli if she threw herself at him like that," Adrienne pointed out.
"But an ordinary boy would never have attracted Meli in the first place," Brandi moaned. "An ordinary boy wouldn't have two dozen girls in the house raving about how good he was in bed all night."
Adrienne and I looked at each other. We didn't have much defense for that.
Brandi whimpered, "An ordinary boy wouldn't have seduced ME and started this fuck up in the first place..."
Adrienne barked sharply, "Brandi, you don't mean that!"
My older sister sighed and put her forehead down on her upraised kneecaps, clutching her arms around her legs. "I wish we'd never gotten started, Ben. I regret everything I've ever done with you. I hate you and I wish you'd just fucking get out of my life."
"Brandi!" Adrienne gasped.
Now I felt like collapsing onto the ground and crying.
It was a quiet drive home. Brandi hid out in the back seat, not talking to either one of us. Mercifully, she fell asleep after the first two hours and didn't wake up again until we were home.
Adrienne drove us instead of me, at least halfway. I was pretty shell-shocked myself after everything that had happened since last night. Between the party and the Swingers game and Dawn and then Meli and Matt and Brandi, I was so emotionally wiped out I could barely see straight.
Seeing straight is kinda useful for driving, you understand.
But after we stopped for gas and snacks, Brandi still dozing in the back seat, I felt good enough to drive and wanted something to focus on. So I took over driving and we made it back just after 4pm.
"We're home," I called after pulling my key from the door, glancing around the foyer. I moved forward and Adrienne followed after me, dropping her purse and duffel bag onto the floor. Almost immediately, our parents came out from the family room and embraced us with warm hugs.
"Ohhh, we missed you," Mom hummed as she patted my back. We then switched partners and I hugged my dad while Adrienne embraced Mom.
"Brandi?" Dad asked.
"Still asleep in the car," Adrienne explained. "She, ah, had a rough morning."
"I'll get her," Dad volunteered and went out through the doorway.
"Oh, I want a bath," Adrienne groaned and stretched.
"You'll have to wait until we unload the car," I remarked with a smirk, summoning what little humor I had left.
"The car can wait," Mom interrupted us with a quietly serious tone. "Ben, Adrienne: Eden wants to see you both."
I knew at once that something was terribly wrong. I was pretty drained, but my adrenaline spiked and in a dangerous voice, I asked hurriedly, "What happened?"
"Everything is fine. Nobody got seriously hurt. And Eden is pretty much unharmed."
'Pretty much'? I sensed a "but" coming and leaned my weight forward in anticipation.
"But," Mom continued. "A boy tried to rape Eden last night. Ben, wait-"
I was already halfway up the stairs. Adrienne was right behind me.
A split-second later, I knocked and then rushed into the twins' bedroom without waiting for a response. Eden was in bed, still in her pajamas with the blankets and her favorite stuffed animals surrounding her. Emma was sitting on the end, clearly talking to her twin sister. And both of them looked up excitedly when I came in.
"Ben!" Eden exclaimed in relief and opened her arms to me. I rushed forward and quickly sat on the bed beside her, taking my baby sister under my left arm and trapping her tightly against my side while she wrapped her arms around me.
Adrienne went up and sat behind Emma, draping her arms over the smaller girl's shoulders in a hug from behind as well. And when I looked up I saw that Brooke had also stepped into the room. For now, our parents stayed behind. I'm sure they'd had their own chances to talk to the twins.
"How are you, kiddo?" I asked Eden.
"I'm okay, really. It's no big deal."
"You sure? Mom said some punk tried to rape you."
Eden didn't answer but snuggled her face tighter against my chest.
"Who?"
"Dexter Walker," Brooke put in. "He's a Junior."
My eyebrows rose as I looked up at Brooke. "Did you say 'Walker'? Any relation to Drew?"
Brooke winced and nodded. "Little brother. Basketball player." I saw some of her own old demons surfacing in her expression.
My eyes met Adrienne's and I could see the same fire in her eyes. I could feel the buzz in the back of my head that told me we were on the same wavelength. So my eyes asked if she still had those pointy-toed shoes and Adrienne was already nodding with me in agreement. "Where is he?" I growled and stood up off the bed.
Eden grabbed my arm and said, "Ben, don't."
Brooke's eyes were aflame as she stared back at me, some sort of vengeance on her mind. "He usually plays ball on the weekends at the old courts. You know, where Drew used to practice?"
I knew exactly where the courts were and started to move away. But Eden tugged me back. "Please Ben, don't! It's my own fault!"
I rotated my head down and looked in shock at my little sister. "Your fault? Did you say 'no'?"
"Yes, I did."
"And did he stop?"
Eden winced. "No, he didn't."
"Then it's not your fucking fault!" I yelled.
Eden cowered and winced when I swore at her. I immediately scrunched my face up and said in a much calmer voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you."
She just gave me the puppy-dog look, looking small and helplessly vulnerable. I didn't have any choice but to quickly sink back onto the bed, holding my arms open for Eden to merge up against me. I rubbed her head and then said as calmly as I could, "Tell me what happened."
I remembered back to my Junior year of High School when Brooke and her Freshman acolytes first started traipsing around the school in stylish new clothes that did much to emphasize their developing assets. The skimpy tops and push- up bras gave them cleavage and the skintight jeans hugged their butts. My own best friend Kenny commented more than once about how hot the Freshman girls were; and he even perved on my own little sister.
Eden and Emma were those hot freshman girls now, and like their older sisters before them, they had world-class asses and adorably pretty faces. Brandi had been one of the hot, popular girls years ago. Brooke had followed her by becoming one of the hottest girls in her class — even Adrienne had pointed that out back in the day. And now my twin baby sisters were hot new girls on campus. Only heightening their appeal was that they'd followed Adrienne's and Brooke's advice and joined the Junior Varsity Cheerleaders.
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HardcoreWinter was coming soon, a cold one too, judging by the breeze; living so close to Lake Michigan made predicting weather patterns pretty easy, especially as winter approached. I took in a deep breath, the crisp air was refreshing, like the feeling you get drinking cold water after chewing on Dentine Ice; unlike my boyfriend Jace, winter was quickly becoming my favorite season. There is nothing better than the smells of winter: nutmeg, cinnamon, oranges and cloves, and of course, roasted...
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First TimeScott and Carol are an ordinary couple living in an ordinary middle class community on an ordinary street and in an ordinary house. Carol is an ordinary housewife and Scott is an ordinary nine to five vice-president at mostly ordinary advertising agency. He goes to work from Monday through Friday and Carol spends her time watching Oprah and soap operas. Their sex life has been ordinary as well but that is about to change. Actually, it has been Carol who has felt a slow but persistent change...
‘Mmm, Bastien…’ Sebastien Byrne looked down in dismay, watching as his new bride lovingly faked her way through another orgasm. She was very good at it—soft and sweet, and imminently realistic. No glass-shattering screeches, or siren-like banshee wails. In fact, if he hadn’t been inside of her when it happened, he would have sworn that it had been real. His pleasure greatly diminished, he rolled over onto his side, and pulled her body tightly against his. Winter wrapped her arms around his...
The wagon finally pulls up to the shop, Grayson immediately jumps down and embraces his family in a huge hug, exclaiming “How I’ve missed you!” as he kisses his wife quickly and hugs each of his kids. Turning, he motions towards Sasha. Sasha then turns to the girl, and says “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” As the girl is waiting next to the back of the wagon, Sasha walks over to Grayson and he introduces her to his family. “This is Sasha, she’s the knight who escorted me all the way here.”...
Winter and I played in the bathtub together. Our fingers,lips and tongues,teased and caressed each other,until the water took on a chill and the bubbles from our bubble bath were almost gone. I drained the tub,turned on a warm shower and as we rinsed off I could not help but notice how beautiful she really is. Winter will grow to be be a stunningly gorgeous woman. I am sure of that.Once again I wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to the bed. She, snagged another towel from the rack as...
The homeless and poor peoples winter feastBy RotnebSynopsis: Every year there was organized a charity festival in the village hall for the city's homeless and poor people, a feast where all the poor once a year get filled stomachs and amused. This year will be something special when Lisa and eight other young women voluntarily donate their naked meat to the feast banquet and to entertainment for the homeless and poor. The story is only fantasy.The meats The first Sunday in February came the...
Introduction: Story about brave girl winter walk At first I have to start with me, that this project requires to give also self-experience. I have practiced winter nudity many years, but not regularly. There have been some pauses. I have been lucky to share winter nude walk with some girls, like here: http://www.nudeimagehost.com/viewer.php?file=56243058045088081241.jpg These are my photos and my car can be seen in two photos of these series. In previous winter I began from 1st January and then...
Marlene was a princess of the 9thB class in her school in little town of the northern country. She was an excellent student and also beauty – long blonde hair, pretty face and model-like legs. She was aware of her charm, but she wanted more. She tried to figure out, how to impress stronger. Marlene was ready to show up naked in front of the boys, but she wanted to find a good reason, which does not seem too easy. Suddenly she found a way – it must be an extreme nakedness like naked in...
In previous winter I began from 1st January and then every weekend, but not only the coldest (4-5 Feb), from which I wrote main story later. Longest time was at 26th February 1 h 47 min and temperature in this day about -4-5 (23-25 F), but sunny. Feeling of cold is not the same every time. Generally it can be very different. But normally after some 30-40 minutes is the warmest moment, then you don’t feel any cold. After some 1 h – 1h 15 min body started to feel colder again, but not too much....
October 12, 1996, Rutherford, Ohio Rutherford, Ohio was a relatively small town; but then again compared to Chicago, Cincinnati was a relatively small town. Rutherford was bigger than Milford, but not by a lot. It had the regional trauma center, the BMV, and the Harding County courthouse and other government buildings, as well as the Sheriff’s Department. I could imagine Milford being like Rutherford if all those facilities had been in Milford, instead of Batavia, which was the Clermont...
Siberia, morning of 23. December, second day of school holidays. Yulia xxxxxxx (family name secret), 11, unlike other girls, is nudist, which means, she spend holidays mostly naked. In summer it is not a big problem, only for community maybe, but here in xxxxxx (place name secret!) village nobody is complaining about matter. But now is winter. This year weather has been more severe already before winter solstice. Temperatures has been fallen below -30 and today is not an exception....
Molly owns a beautiful mountain woodland cottage. I built it for her, Off-grid, 1800 square feet in the middle of a hundred acres. It has hot and cold running water, central heating and cooling, modern appliances, and a zero-carbon footprint.When there is enough snow Molly invites several girlfriends to meet at her cabin and travel with her to a private ski slope. There have been some nice falls early this year, so we are getting a pre-Christmas jaunt.While we wait for the last straggler...
LesbianWe hadn't been together in nearly four months. Kim and I attended different school in different states and we only been able to see each others on holidays. After flying home for winter break I left to pick up Kim from school which was a 2 hour drive. The entire drive I just kept thinking about getting her home and into bed. I had been faithful to her for the whole time we were apart but I was horny as hell.When I finally picked her up we decided to head home before it got dark and the weather...
Richard Hyder was apoplectic, “Your Honor! This is outrageous! Trial by ambush! I’ve never seen anything so ... underhanded, so deceitful, in my forty-one years before the bar.” “Is there an objection in there?” Judge Graves seemed more amused than annoyed. “Yes! Yes there is. The Defense hasn’t even begun to present its case and this ... this ... private eye miraculously points the way ... I object! This ... these items cannot be entered into evidence.” “Grounds?” “Illegal search and...
On a hunch, Clint asked his Vanguard counterpart in Boise to go through the old surveillance videos before the raid on the Gunther compound in northern Idaho. A raid clandestinely approved and funded by Senator Harper Wainwright. And orchestrated by his chief of staff, Constance Grayson. And field-directed by Matt Striker. Boise called back the next day. Winner-winner, chicken dinner! Martin Folsom again. That tied him to two American Nazi compounds. And also made me start reconsidering...
I woke up in Palo Alto feeling ... refreshed. More like my old self. First time since ... well, it had been a while. Feeling morning-naughty, I sat under the shower spray and treated myself to a quickie. Dressed for success, I was checking myself out in front of the hotel mirror. Picked up my cell, “Hello.” “What are you doing in California?” I smiled, sat back in the club chair, Clint Callahan. “And this is your business ... why?” “I made it my business.” “Oooh, tough guy. I’m still...
The Necessity of Winter By Armond *** 1. Arthmael. I ripped the dagger from her heart... ...and held it, inches from the girl's fur wrapped chest. My hand refused to sheath the blade, pleading instead for release, to plunge it back. How I longed to; for the first time in my life, I would raise my wishes over duty to my people. Time stilled, as I fought my nature. The single movement in the room was bright red blood falling from gleaming blade.... ...one drop...
The police responded in under three minutes; two ambulances right behind them. One of them said, “Gun!” and I felt, but couldn’t see, one cop grab my shoulder bag where he removed the .38. The other one cuffed me, hands behind my back. Morales and I were rushed to University hospital. I ended up on the second floor of the Critical Care Tower. Morales was in the same building, but in the burn unit. When Suzette aimed at me, I had ducked my head and squeezed my eyes shut. That helped, but my...
2019 That was then; this was now, four years later. A lot had changed in my life since I told Carol Sue Parker goodbye at O’Hare. Of course, a lot would change in any four-year period; it’s just that I ended up measuring that particular span in terms of a young woman I had thought I’d never see again. Life goes on. Walker was now 15; I was 33. I was married, deliciously so, to Vanessa Henderson. Walker had a live-in girlfriend, his second, named Pilar Paloma. I was still doing a daily...
‘Your love scenes just aren’t up to much,’ said the director. It hit her in her stomach like a red hot burning arrow. ‘Maybe you just need a break, Katie,’ he said gently, knowing that an actress’ confidence is integral to her performance, and if he ruined her confidence, his film would be in tatters. ‘We have had a fairly strenuous filming schedule. Take a week off – relax, don’t do anything stressful. Then come back and we’ll try again.’ On the way home in the limousine, she was on the...
Chapter One“Damn it! Where did they go?” I mumbled to myself as I came to a fork on the icy path on this icy alpine mountain. Derrick, my boyfriend, thought this trip would be a great way to spend our winter break from the University we attended in Chicago.Susie, my BFF, and Sean, her boyfriend, all were excited about the trip. I guess I was the only one who didn't like the idea. The news has a way of making the world seem dangerous. Chicago doesn't have the best reputation, but I feel safe...
Fantasy & Sci-FiWe both awoke around six-thirty and we still smelt of sex, I think it turned us both on because she was soon all fours wiggling her arse and demanding, "Fuck me, come on, I'm horny!" We had a fast, furious five minutes of hard sex and we both came again. We then sat up to get our breath and Kelly said quite matter-of-factly, "What else turns you on? Would you fuck my arse, do a threesome with me and another girl? Would you tie me up and fuck me, spank me, piss on me, or me piss on you,...
Winter, "Wonder" & Sex? Why Yes!Every year for the past ten, my husband and I have had the pleasure of spending our January anniversary in the mountains of Georgia. Del and I are a quite fond of winter weather. Every year we rent the same log cabin for a week-end. Usually the same couple goes with us each year but, our 2010 trip was different. Our dear friends were unable to go due to work. We decided to invite Mark and Anna. They were our neighbors; we had just known them a year, but we often...
Group Sexaka “Winter in the Mountains” By Louishoney This story is written for ADULT entertainment ONLY! If you are not at least 18 years old, LEAVE! She ran as fast as she could through the forest and past the pines steepled atop the golden hills of grass. She was in a panic. Her footsteps were being dogged by a band of Chippewa looking to make her their sex slave again. Four or five of them had jumped out of the forest three days ago and ran after her across the meadow while she was...
Here is talking not me, but one girl about her winter nude experience.In the middle of December my friend suddenly proposed that I could ski nude. My first reaction was: what are you talking about!? But then very quickly I realized that it is good idea. I can't explain why I liked it but when that day came when we drove to the ski center, I was overexcited and I really had irresistible desire to go there nude and start to skiing. All my life I had always proper clothing according to weather and...
"Master, more slowly go! I pray you, less haste!" Ranulf reined in impatiently under the frost-rimed trees, brushing his red hair back from his forehead. The cold was growing more intense as they plunged ever deeper into the forest. His squire's hissing speech was slurred as the cold slowed all his bodily functions. "We'll make camp as soon as we find a place that gives us any shelter. That I promise." His voice was brusk but not unkind. The lizard man had served him well in his...
Pilar: “Guy walks into a bar and is shocked to see a horse behind the bar.” Walker: “Horse says, ‘What’s the matter? You can’t believe that a horse can tend bar?’” Pilar: “No. I just can’t believe the ferret sold the place.” Alicia Collins called me from New York. “Bear told you.” “Yes. Have to admit it shocked me. Vanessa too. And the kids.” “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. But I felt it was Bear’s news to share.” “No, I understand. And he would have wanted to be the one to tell...
Walker: “A rabbi, a priest, and a Lutheran minister walk into a bar.” Pilar: “Is this some kind of joke?” Walker and Pilar, holding hands, bowing, “Thank you, thank you. This ends our Kansas City engagement.” xxxxxxxxxx Douglas ‘Duke’ Arlington. A new trial, his second, for the murder of Gustav Hindenburg in Ft. Payne, Alabama. Different courtroom, different judge, different jurors, different defense attorneys. New evidence. Ned Daniels and Hilary Dunne would reprise their prosecutor...
For some reason, crime in America follows railroad tracks. And Kansas City has plenty of both. My first, and I hope last, shootout took place near my office in the Stockyards. Besides gunplay, it involved ramming my bright red F-150 into a larger Dodge Ram. The Ford Motorcar Company told me, and I verified it through an independent mechanic, that the frame had been wrenched out of shape. It could be straightened, but wouldn’t drive the same, not really. I sat down with Vanessa and Gertie...
The new year had passed long ago on Earth, but our start of the new year was just another day on Arbor. The Arborian New Year started on the first day of spring, the vernal equinox. I chose that propitious day to deal with the alaspore and its master. I wove a new trick out of something Cor showed me how to do using the wind. I wove a cocoon out of moving air as she had shown me. I was able to use it, as she did, as a method of transportation, but I couldn't become the wind as she could, so...
Saturday morning breakfast, Walker and Gregory in charge of provisioning. Vanessa smiled at Pilar, “Is Walker still servicing himself?” Sucking his own cock. “Sometimes. Depends on what I’m in the mood for.” Gregory turned to Vanessa, not one whit of embarrassment, “I can’t suck it yet, but I can lick the very tip. Pilar thinks I’ll be able to if I keep practicing.” Vanessa gave him her glorious smile, ‘How often do you practice, honey?” “Every night when I’m home.” Pilar said, “I have...
I woke late and lingered over my campfire and my breakfast. It would take only a half day's riding to get to where I was going, and anytime today would be a fine time with me. The skies had cleared again and it was nice to wait for the chill of the night to abate before setting out. Deak seemed to appreciate it, along with the relaxed pace. He tossed his head now and then and nickered at me softly when he did. Perhaps, like me, he was chasing Vulkai cobwebs out of his mind. Remembering my...
He smiled as the sentence was handed down, Arthur Edward Winter, you have been brought before this court, for a charge of: - Well perhaps it`s not relevant here and to spare his blushes we won`t go into it, but the sentence was seven years, that’s the bit he got loud and clear. And, it must be said, so did his wife, tall willowy and dour Jenny Winter, sat up in the gallery, her face a mask of total disgust, mostly at her husband for getting caught and of course for the fact she would be on her...
Clint called, “Any New York plans yet?” “Remember Vanessa? Tall, good looking. Married.” “I’ll throw in a set of steak knives.” Click. Hey! I’m the one supposed to be hanging up. We invited Cathal Conway and family for Sunday brunch. Riles went with Walker and Pilar back to their room. She may be only 10, but the kids treat her as an equal. Jorge and Javier immediately started roughhousing with Hobo. The Proper Villain jumped up on Juanita’s lap. Cathal accepted his glass of Jamison —...
My mother called me. At work. First Autumn, now ... Flora Jennings. “Winter, can you come by?” Mom knew I worked, had my own office. But since I was no longer with the KCPD, nor employed by a real company, she simply hadn’t accepted that I do anything worthwhile. In fact, after Reggie left me, and before Vanessa married me, my mother regarded me as ... sad. A loser. Couldn’t keep a man, couldn’t find a real job. So it didn’t surprise me that she would expect me to drop whatever...
I was spending hours with the diminutive, scarlet-haired Sullivan twins, bleary-eyed from the grainy security tapes. Duplicating what more competent investigators with the KCPD were doing. At home, at dinner, I tried to wear a game face for Walker. He had lost Mindy to California, to Stanford, to a more age-appropriate life. I had lost my friend, Mary Packer, but I was determined not to let the gloom prevail. After working all day on her dream restaurant, Euforia, Vanessa was overseeing the...
Robert ‘Bobsy’ Atwater, as part of his three-patent sale to Hayes-Harris, the venture capital company, became an employee there. He wasn’t a partner, but he was one of seven on the Executive Evaluation team. He sat in on presentations from individuals and companies looking for investment capital. Hayes-Harris took small fliers and big risks, tiny positions and majority ownership. They provided money when they were interested. And money, expertise, guidance, even personnel, when they were...
I sent Clint some suggestions for the name of our firm. For incorporation purposes, he would be the equivalent of a CEO, but no one seemed to be interested in titles. To the clients, potential clients, each one of us would be the Indian Chief in our home town. As for a corporate name, I was leaning toward Winter Jennings & Associates, LLC. A second stolen print ended up for sale in Omaha, then a third in Des Moines. Little Rock, Denver, St. Louis. I push-pinned a map and noted that...
Clint spoke softly, “Does he have a gun?” “No, not in the basement. I don’t think.” Our first words. Clint bundled me in his arms and carried me back inside. He sat me gently on a hall bench and flicked the safety off on his Sig Sauer. Even in my panicked state, I registered his new P320. And I also became conscious of the anguished howls coming up from the basement. Clint opened the door cautiously. He didn’t look away from the stairwell as he asked me, “What did you do to...
Once Fowler started babbling, it became almost anticlimactic. Bear started the video recorder and even Fowler’s voice seemed to have lost its resonance. He confessed without emotion. He answered every question — no longer defiant, no longer any vitality in his voice, his posture. Mr. November was resigned, had given up. The last call he’d made, to Ryder and Mologna — “It’s her. Do it.” — turned out to be an order for them to go back to Richmond. To tear the Barbara Reynolds apartment to...
It was the day before our expedition to Pickering was due to set off. Kelly, Kirsty, Kat and I were going and we were taking Will Hinds, Harry Wilton and Emma. Jim Bolton was also coming with us. Although he was now quite frail he wanted to feel useful and his military experience would be good for Will and Harry. He still had sharp eyes and would stay with the train on lookout duty. Katie and her group were all travelling and we would use both engines, with the same make up of carriages as...
At noon on Thursday, Miss Thompson's presence was requested at the principal's office. She arrived to discover a parent seated opposite the principal, dressed conservatively but expensively, with conservative but expensive jewellery. The wedding rings on her hand were expensive, elegant but not ostentatious. The contrast between her and the two educators, both of whom were wearing runners, ankle socks and minor jewellery, could not have been more strong. The Principal herself had decided to...
Meredith Daulton was running around her house yelling. They’d been given the evacuation order a few minutes ago. The Ranch wildfire was coming and they had twenty minutes to get out.Paul Caruso was packing both the car with computers, legal papers, and some clothes.“My jewelry, “Meredith screamed as she threw a bag at him. “I need that, it’s valuable.”“Is it insured?”“Of course it is...”“Then you don’t need it. I said clothes now, get in the fucking car and let’s GO!”She snatched the bag from...
Love StoriesAs the bright, invasive afternoon sunlight came streaming through my stained (with dust and dirt) glass window, I found myself spooning (and possibly forking) with my new dream girl, Winter Summer, whom I had met earlier at the Public Market. Rubbing my aching jaw from our earlier sexcapades, fearing I might have lockjaw then grinning like an escaped lunatic as I recalled her hairy pussy, suddenly so afraid she might be a werewolf I had to rush out to buy silver bullets (the ammo, not that...
HumorThe day began like all others, climbing out of bed at the crack of noon, devouring a Toaster Strudel and mayonnaise sandwich before braving the crisp Canadian weather by going to Vancouver's Public Market for fresh seafood now that I'm eating healthy. Along the way I passed a group of American hipsters vaping cannabis oil on a street corner, celebrating Tommy Chong's birthday. Damn Americans! Since Trump's election, they have flocked here like a silverfish infestation. Silverfish, that...
HumorNina sat idly flicking through a few magazines while she was waiting for her appointment with the dentist. For the last three years, she and her mates had hit Southern California beaches, where they swam, surfed, danced and drank themselves silly for about three weeks solid.This year Nina wanted something different, a much more relaxing and hopefully a more romantic setting place to visit. She closed her eyes for a moment, maybe somewhere with a lake, mountains, spa, hiking trails, and clear...
Seduction>?> > The coach just returned from his winter retreat with his special > boys. All the boys on the team want to go on the winter retreat of course, > but the coach only selects the very best. The boys who have maintained > strict control and discipline over their exercises and development. No boy > who has shot a load in the last six months gets to go on the winter retreat. > No boy who has spoken to a girl gets to go on the retreat. Only boys who are > totally focused and dedicated to the...
It was the first week of October 2013, I was working in the garden of my cottage on the edge of the Yorkshire Wolds near the coast. I hate gardening, always have done, but after last winter when potatoes reached £120 a pound on the black market, I decided that turning the garden, and a bit of the field behind the garden, with the agreement of the farmer who owned it, into a large vegetable patch was prudent. I was lifting the last of my potato crop and storing them for use during the winter....
I eyeballed Sandy Seaver two different ways. From the stands in The K and by tailing him. My first time in a baseball stadium. It was a revelation. An expensive revelation if I’d been paying for everything. Parking, tickets, food, beer. The little magazine that tells you ... um, baseball stuff. And, if I’d had little kids ... all those treats and souvenirs and whatever else they needed. I bet a family of four couldn’t get out of the park for under a couple of hundred bucks. But the scene...
The kids were hunched over the kitchen table moving black and white stones around a board. Gertie, sipping her Tanqueray, was watching with interest. I said, “What’s this?” Walker, shoehorning pity into a single word — a feat that only a teenager who had a slow mother could master — said, “Go.” I swatted the back of his head, “I know that, dumbbell, why are you playing Go?” Pilar, not looking up, said, “Gertie said that when AlphaGo beat Ke Jie, it was China’s Sputnik moment.” Walker,...
Two parallel investigations — sometimes intersecting, sometimes intertwined. The FBI, supervised by Ash Collins, was focused primarily on illegal weapons — manufacturing and sales. And chasing the gun money, possibly diamonds, around the world. Matt Striker, reporting to Constance Grayson, was all things Meriwether. Their PAC, their possible connections to Wexler and Hoffstatter. And, just maybe their connections to diamonds. I was, for now, relegated to the sidelines. Impatiently so. Ash...