Ashes to Ashes
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JUNE 2002, SENIOR YEAR
I awoke with my usual morning hard-on. My eyes were still closed, but I felt Adrienne's presence before me. As my sense came alive, the fingers of my left hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming, my left arm snaked beneath her pillow to hold her from the opposite side. My right hand firmed up over her hip, gently holding her in place while I reflexively ground my erection into her panty-covered ass.
Breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her hair, smelling her sweet fragrance. And I exhaled softly as my body warmed up to make my erotic dreams into reality.
"Ben," Adrienne said quietly.
"Hmm?" I mumbled, still not fully awake just yet.
"Please stop."
My eyes popped open and I jerked my head, now waking up completely and realizing the situation I was in. My left hand released her breast and my right pulled off her hip as I rocked my hips away from her ass. "Sorry, sorry," I muttered and suppressed a disappointed groan.
"No it's okay," she said softly. Then she added, "I'm sorry, Ben. I know you get horny in the mornings."
"Every guy gets horny in the mornings," I replied gently.
"But I feel like I'm neglecting you."
"It's okay. I'm okay." I put my hands back on her, this time scooping my left forearm beneath her breasts and my right wrapping over the top as I spooned myself closer against Adrienne. My dick mashed into her buttcheek, but I didn't try to hump myself against her. "I love you, Adrienne. I'm here for you."
She nodded and then started crying softly. I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the coming few minutes. This morning would be just like every morning for the past week.
It had all started with that phone call Adrienne got the night she and Brooke finally took me on together. Adrienne finally let herself have sex with a younger girl, and more importantly a little sister. Brooke acted out on her deep lust and idol worship of the gorgeous older girl. And I got my fantasy of nailing the both of them at the same time. We were on top of the world, and then everything came crashing down.
Adrienne's father had been on a business trip in Seattle. It was just after 10pm when he and a colleague were crossing a street downtown after a late dinner when an off-duty cab blitzed around a blind right turn and crashed into both of them. A week later, the colleague was still in intensive care. Adrienne's father had been pronounced dead at the scene.
There were no close relatives. Both her parents had been only children. Adam was supposed to have been an only child too, actually. Adrienne had been an unwanted accident seven years later. Anyways, the issue of custody would be moot soon; she would be turning eighteen in a few more weeks on June 21 and could be emancipated.
But there was still paperwork and the social worker assigned to the case had full records of Adrienne's psychological history, including that she was currently in therapy. The state would feel much more comfortable knowing that there would be a family to take care of her, and that's where we came in. My parents signed guardianship papers and Adrienne willingly became a ward of our family. It made perfect sense, since Adrienne hadn't left our house since getting the phone call.
The night of the call, Adrienne had gone into shock. Brooke and I packed her up and brought her home with us. Mom's initial displeasure at Brooke being out past curfew (and not telling her where she was) was washed away when Adrienne's story came out. It took hours to get Adrienne calm enough to go to sleep, and that only when she was in my bed with me wrapped around her. My parents ordered me to leave the door open, out of consideration for the twins. I was fine with it. Sex was the last thing on my mind that night.
Adrienne didn't go to school the next day or for the rest of the week for that matter. I, however, was ordered to keep attending, and my parents took turns taking half-days from work until me and Brooke got home from school, just to keep an eye on her. It wasn't really necessary. She stayed in my room by herself and barely ate. At night, my parents fixed up Brandi's bedroom for her after sending me and Brooke across the street to fetch some of her belongings. It didn't matter much, she always slipped back into my bed after the twins went to sleep.
Our friends were of course, concerned. Heather, Lynne, and Candy came by immediately the next day. A few other cheerleaders and friends trickled by the rest of the week. Allie was there on Wednesday, taking over just holding Adrienne and rocking her gently, whispering encouragements in her ear. The rest of my core crew hung back until Friday afternoon, when they all came by with a big bouquet of flowers and well-wishes. Megan and Cassidy stayed late, sitting down and talking with Adrienne for hours up until dinnertime.
It was Kenny who first brought up how significant a change was our new legal situation. "So, your parents signed guardianship over her?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Someone had to take responsibility for her."
"That makes her a part of your family, then."
I waggled my head and smiled, feeling a warmth filling me inside. Adrienne ... a part of my family. "Uh, yeah. I guess it does," I grinned.
"Dude, doesn't that mean your girlfriend is now your sister?"
I arched an eyebrow. I'd never really thought of it that way, and it rather turned me on. But I bit my lip, trying to conceal that line of thought from Kenny. "Huh, that's a bit weird, isn't it?"
Kenny just grinned. "Actually, it's sorta kinky. Taboo and yet not, since she isn't actually your sister."
I shrugged and Kenny just clapped my shoulder. "Guess you can never break up with her now," he chuckled.
I shook my head. I didn't ever want to. I loved her. Adrienne needed me. I couldn't imagine how that could ever change. But it was still a struggle. And with each passing day I was stressing out more and more.
Now I'd been in situations where I needed to comfort a loved one. Dawn had gotten drugged and date-raped of all things. But for some reason, her recovery was faster because she barely remembered the event itself and she felt more traumatized by the thought of losing me. Having me drive up to see her had negated some of that. Tumbling into bed and making wild, passionate love to reaffirm our relationship at the time had been the cure. And there was some justice and closure when Mark was put into juvenile hall. It was a one-shot incident where the bad guy was put away and she could move on.
Brooke's little wanted but not quite wanted encounter with Drew and Marco wasn't even as bad as Dawn's. While she remembered it, my little sister ultimately chalked it up to a learning experience about getting involved with older bad boys. And she really just needed me for comfort and warmth just long enough to put it behind her.
Only my magical week with Summer MacIntosh gave me an idea on how to handle Adrienne's melancholy. Then, her dumping boyfriend Jae was still around, where every sight of him brought back the freshness of her open wounds. Every time she lay in my arms she remembered that she wouldn't get to have his arms anymore, the same way Adrienne could never again hope to have her dad hug her the way she deserved to be hugged. But even then, Summer had never fallen as deeply as Adrienne was now.
So I wasn't prepared for the intensity and duration of Adrienne's depression. While I understood that she was hurting, I was surprised by the severity of her grief. After all, Adrienne wasn't particularly close to her father. She'd more or less raised herself since she was twelve, and based on my estimation, he was only home one week out of ten as it was. More than once she'd mentioned how she felt like she didn't even HAVE a family, and that even when she hoped that someday in the future, her father would come to love her the way she truly wanted, she was always disappointed. And even just before she received the call, she'd complained about how alone she always felt.
It wasn't until Thursday that I found out her complaint was what had been really bugging her. The mere fact that she'd wished aloud that her father would die and leave her alone was causing her no end of anguish and guilt, as if she'd been responsible for the accident. That guilt, on top of the knowledge that she'd lost any chance for parental reconciliation, was eating away at her inside. She'd lost the chance to get the family she'd always dreamed of and wanted, and no amount of loving support my family gave her would ever make up for the real parents and brother she'd lost. And unlike what happened with Dawn and Brooke, these were not one-shot events where the guys involved could be ignored and forgotten. This was death, and the permanence of it extended Adrienne's mourning period.
At least Adrienne started to get better once she realized her extra guilt stemmed from that comment about wishing he'd die. She'd cried herself to sleep in my arms after an exhausting three hours and my parents didn't bother trying to move her to Brandi's room that night. I still left the door open, just in case the twins wandered by.
By the weekend, Adrienne was at least eating a little better and starting to interact with the rest of my family more. And I began to believe that with time, at least some of her wounds would heal.
And yeah, I hadn't had sex for a week. But whenever I looked at Adrienne, I remembered her getting repeatedly raped and then impregnated by her older brother. I remembered her mother's death in a drunken car crash. I remembered her desperate need to be in control of all her dating relationships and inability to fully trust any guy for her entire adolescence. I remembered how her one family member left, her father, ignored her and left her to fend for herself. And I remembered how that last family member had just been violently taken away.
I looked around my life: my loving parents and siblings, my friends, the Evanses, the girls I'd slept with, and my perfect little suburban existence where I wanted for nothing. And I decided that going without sex for a week was hardly something I couldn't handle.
Still, on this Monday morning after Adrienne apologized for neglecting me, my morning wood was tenting my shorts. So once she got up and headed into the bathroom to take a shower, I let my imagination fill my mind with a vision of my naked girlfriend all wet and soapy beneath the warm spray of water. And with cock in hand and a waiting tissue, I cranked out a quick ejaculation.
And then I sighed. It was going to be a long day.
Adrienne drove in to school with me, her first day back after the previous week's bereavement leave of absence. She probably could have stayed even longer and the school had told her she would still graduate even if she never returned, but Adrienne had insisted on at least showing up. Her teachers wouldn't care if she wasn't paying attention in class for these last couple of weeks, but she wanted to see her friends. They were the only family she'd had for years.
We walked up together, hand-in-hand. Heather and Lynne had been waiting for us and they immediately approached. Both girls hugged Adrienne and looked over her with concern. Lynne was even considerate enough to touch my arm and ask how I was holding up. I waved her off, insisting I was doing just fine.
Heather and Lynne had gone ahead and coordinated with the cheer squad. At least one of the girls would escort Adrienne to her next class or next break, making sure she was never alone. There were no more events and no more practices, so Adrienne's Captain duties were no longer an issue. But the squad still banded together and rallied behind their leader.
But the first complication came when the first bell rang, warning everyone to get to class. Nadine Butler had arrived to take Adrienne to their shared first period, but my girlfriend refused to let go of my hand. I saw the wealth of pain in her eyes, and the fear of letting go of me. For an entire week, we'd barely been apart longer than it took to go to the bathroom. I was her rock. And she couldn't bring herself to let go.
Compromising, I decided to escort Adrienne to her first period. Only then could she bring herself to let go of my hand, still nervously looking back at me every few seconds as Nadine took her to her seat. And once there, Adrienne nervously began to play with her hair, running her fingers through it and straightening it almost constantly.
But then the second bell rang, announcing the beginning of class, and cursing under my breath I turned and hurried across the campus to get to my own first period. Mr. Reyes did NOT look kindly on tardy students.
As unobtrusively as possible, I slid through the open door and hunched as I tried to tiptoe down to my seat. But Mr. Reyes heard me and spun from his position by the whiteboard. "You're late, Ben."
"Yes, sir. I know."
"Go get a tardy slip from Administration."
"But I had to escort Adrienne to her first period," I tried to reason. Adrienne had Mr. Reyes for third period and he had to have been informed of her situation.
"Miss Dennis' situation is not a reason for your tardiness, young man," Mr. Reyes said sternly before turning around as if the discussion were finished.
"Yes it is!" I barked rather harshly, feeling my body flush with adrenaline. My hands clenched and I fought to take a deep breath. I'd never yelled at a teacher before. I guess I was rather more edgy than usual.
Mr. Reyes slowly turned in place, fixing me with a confused, but slightly angry look. His eyes narrowed but before he could speak, I just waved and turned back to the door. "Never mind."
The clerk at Administration was much more understanding when I explained what had happened. She gave me the tardy slip to return to Mr. Reyes, but she told me she wouldn't log the tardiness in my record. "Take care of that girl, young man," she ordered.
"I will," I promised. And then I left to get to class.
Between every set of periods on Monday, I sprinted across the campus to rendezvous with Adrienne as soon as possible. She was always with various cheerleaders, but she visibly warmed every time she saw me and immediately took my hand.
Heather and Lynne joined us at my crew's lunch table. Everyone was friendly, if a little tense and careful with their words. And at the end of the day, Adrienne and I were both exhausted as we simply slumped together on the couch and took a nap together.
And so went our week: wake up, go to school, come home and cuddle. Eat, sleep, and start again. I always woke up with a hard-on in the morning, Adrienne's lush body and my nocturnal dreams never failing to arouse me. And more than a few times I had to sneak a jerk-off session when she was in the shower or otherwise in the bathroom. I didn't want her to know. I didn't want her to burden herself with any more guilt than she already felt for her father.
At school, I stayed by Adrienne's side and held her hand every possible moment. I ran myself ragged meeting her between every period, even if it was only for thirty seconds before I had to sprint to the opposite side of the school to get to my own class. I reminded her constantly that I was always there for her, even if I didn't do so verbally. And by Friday afternoon, I was utterly and completely wiped out.
Relieved to have the school week over, Adrienne and I collapsed onto the couch in the family room together. Slung lower to the ground than an ordinary couch, it was also wide enough to fit two people comfortably side-by-side. I was lying next to the backrest, propped up at an angle, while Adrienne lay beside me, her left leg flung over me while she pillowed her head against my chest.
I was just starting to drop off to sleep when the doorbell rang, and both of us stirred. We glanced at the clock. Brooke was out with her friends and it was too early for the twins to be coming back home. But Adrienne just got a small smile on her face. "Why don't you go answer the door? I'm going to go take a nap in Brandi's room."
The mention of my older sister's bedroom got my attention. "Brandi's room? Why?"
Adrienne just shrugged so I added. "Go ahead up to my room. I'll see who's at the door and then I'll meet you in a minute."
My grieving girlfriend gave me a mysterious look before nodding and then turning for the stairs. Even though it was such an emotional time and I knew she was still in pain, I couldn't help but ogle Adrienne's perfect ass as her hips swayed gently with every step away from me. It wasn't my fault. I now hadn't gotten laid in eleven days.
Now wasn't the time. Someday, Adrienne would tell me when she was ready. But right now, she was too torn apart emotionally to ever be in the mood for sex, even the therapeutic kind of making love I really wanted to show her. Make-up sex to get over a fight or to reaffirm our commitment to each other was one thing. Sex after a death was a little more morbid.
So taking a deep breath, I pulled my eyes away from Adrienne's ass and headed for the door. I peeked through the peephole and then pulled my head back in surprise. I opened the door and exclaimed, "Candy! Hey! What are you doing here?"
The beautiful, blue-eyed brunette with nice tits and piercing blue eyes smiled at me, clad in a pretty pink summer dress with a low cut top that highlighted her abundant cleavage and a very short hemline to highlight her shapely legs. Her hair was still cut short along her jawline, framing her model-pretty face while her ruby red lips puffed up enticingly. And without pause or explanation, she stepped forward, wrapped her arms behind my head, and planted a wet, juicy kiss on my lips.
The force of her attack pushed me back through the doorway and Candy kicked the door shut behind her. Her hands roamed along my back and shoulders as she breathed heavily through her nose while kissing me with a passion I'd forgotten in more than a week and a half. Automatically, I kissed her back with equal fervor, my body reacting to her sweet scent and sexual aggression. But then my mind kicked in and I grabbed Candy's shoulder, jerking her away from me. "Candy! Candy! What the hell are you doing!"
With a sultry grin, the lovely 19-year-old replied, "Why, I'm here to cheer you up!"
"Good lord, Candy! Adrienne's right upstairs!"
She fixed me with a lopsided grin, brushing her hair back from her cheeks. "Who do you think sent me over here?"
"What?"
Candy slid gracefully into my personal space, pressing her tits against my chest and dragging two fingers down my neckline while suggestively looking up into my eyes. "I'm here to take care of your ... big ... problem."
My eyes flew open wide as I realized her implication. "Wait a minute-"
Candy didn't wait a minute as she interrupted me by grabbing my head and kissing me again, rubbing her firm tits into my chest and trying to dry hump me through our clothes.
"Wait, wait, wait," I jerked Candy back by her shoulders again.
"She feels bad for neglecting you, Ben. She knows you're a loving boyfriend but you're a very sexual person. And you have your needs. She can't perform right now, but she doesn't want to lose you over this. That's where I come in!"
My eyebrows couldn't get any higher. "But ... but YOU'VE been seeing that ... that guy at UCI!" I stammered, my brain locked up enough that I couldn't spit out the guy's name.
"That's nothing serious, Ben," Candy waved off my concern. "And besides, I won't be the only one coming to visit you."
"Wha-? Who?"
Candy giggled. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
This was all too much for me to process at once. I shook my head in a failed attempt to clear it and wound up just turning and sprinting for the stairs. My dick certainly wanted to bury itself inside of Candy's willing body. But I'd been burned by my own assumptions too many times and I was NOT going to cheat on Adrienne or do anything behind her back. I raced for my room, of course not finding her there. Then rolling my eyes I moved a few feet over and burst through the closed door to Brandi's bedroom.
Adrienne sat up, a sleepy smile on her face. "Candy here?"
"I'm here!" Candy chirped from behind me.
"Well what are you waiting for?" My girlfriend gestured to me. "Get in there and fuck her already!"
My jaw was on the floor and my eyes were wide as Candy simply grabbed my elbow and physically yanked me back before propelling me into my bedroom.
"This is gonna be fun!" Candy giggled as she closed my bedroom door and then dropped her summer dress to the floor.
Having sex again was nice.
No, I didn't say that properly. Having sex again was niiice.
Candy was already out of her dress and bra by the time I'd picked my jaw up off the floor. I'd been ogling her swaying tits while she bent over to drop the thong panties to her ankles as well and my dick was threatening to burst out of my shorts.
The beautiful brunette had taken care of that problem by sitting me down on my bed and kneeling between my legs. The blowjob had been fast and furious, and after such a long period without anyone but myself handling my cock, my orgasm came in record time as I pumped a quart of spunk down Candy's throat.
Several globs had dotted her lips and chin afterwards, and like a cat, Candy wiped herself up with the back of her right hand and licked her hand clean while the left continued jerking my rod up and down until she was ready to put her mouth on me once again and get me erect for the main course.
She'd then mounted me, bending over to rub her tits in my face while my hands gripped her hips and roughly piledrove her downward around my shaft. That had been a pretty fast sexual encounter as well. And only after I squirted her full of cum did my conscious mind finally come back to me.
Candy seemed to realize my new mental state as she propped herself above my face with her arms, smiling sweetly down at me while my dick slowly went limp inside her. "Feeling better?"
"Yeah." It was as if a fog had been clouding my mind. It had slowly crept in over the past week, subtle enough that I hadn't noticed it's presence. But in the span of a couple of orgasms, that fog had blown completely away and only now could I open my eyes with full clarity.
"Hmph." Candy gave me the lopsided grin. "You really DO need regular sex just to function."
"And thank you for coming through for me," I said warmly, pulling the pretty girl's face to mine for a sweet kiss as my thumbs stroked her cheeks and our tongues danced playfully in each other's mouth.
"Mmm ... my pleasure," Candy finally sighed when we pulled back for air.
"Really? I, uh..." I began nervously at her 'my pleasure' comment. "I'm sorry. I wasn't really paying attention like I normally do."
Candy's eyebrows went up as a mirthful smile crossed her face. "No shit? That's your idea of not paying attention? You really are a sexual-savant. I came twice in less than five minutes and you were pushing all my buttons just right."
"Well then," I grinned, brushing Candy's hair back from her cheeks. "Why don't I show you what I can do when I really focus on you."
Candy just laughed as I rolled us over, pinning her hips to mine to keep myself from being dislodged from her tight pussy. I ducked my face into the crook of her neck, nibbling and sucking while she thrashed beneath me, feeling both ticklish and turned on by my roaming hands and nipping lips.
Her giggles turned to moans when I finally just latched onto a full, upright breast. I inhaled the nipple, swallowing her entire areola while drumming my thumbs against the firm titflesh. And every time the beautiful older girl gasped with delight, her pussy muscles clamped down around my cock, slowly milking me back to full hardness.
I was still roaming Candy's upper body, nipping and kissing and tickling various erogenous zones she might not have even known she had, when I suddenly pulled my hips back and thrust forward powerfully. The sexy brunette's eyes flew open in surprise and she groaned as she felt the full penetration, lifting her legs into the air as I started pistoning in and out of her.
Through experimentation, I'd figured out some of Candy's triggers through our last few encounters, both during last year's Spring Break and this year's Winter Break. But now I figured I'd learned enough to totally blow Candy's mind. Brushing her bangs back, I stared deeply into her sparkling blue eyes and grinned wickedly. "Are you ready to feel my total focus on you?"
Candy's eyebrows raised up and I thought I saw actual fear in her irises. Perfect. This was gonna be fun.
Reaching down with my hands, I gripped underneath her thighs, using them to spread her enough for me to sink all the way into her clasping cunt and then wrap those shapely legs around my torso at just the angle I wanted while I set my knees at a properly supporting angle. Then my hands slid along her creamy skin until I was palming her ass.
And then I FUCKED her.
My hips drove powerfully in and out of her as if I was a big Detroit V-12 engine on a girl used to little Japanese 4-cylinders. I was able to glide smoothly and with almost no friction, her pussy saturated with our previous orgasms. Her entire body was jarred with each impact, actually launching her body up the mattress a few inches and off my dick; but I gripped her ass even tighter to yank her back in time to meet my next thrust.
I grunted with the exertion, but the sound of my own voice was drowned out by hers. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Candy yelped with every thrust until she had enough presence of mind to exclaim, "Ho. Ly. Shit!"
After a few minutes of hovering over her, I set my forehead down on the mattress beside hers, concentrating my efforts on the rhythmic pounding while Candy managed to cross her ankles behind my ass in an attempt to just hold on for the ride, wrapping her arms behind my neck and wailing uncontrollably as I pounded her into submission.
"Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming! You're making me cream on your fucking cock!" Candy wailed into my ear, tensing up as she gaped her mouth open in her familiar silent scream of climax. I slowed down after that, and she started panting for breath in relief, thinking that it was over. But the ride was about to change again.
I jerked my cock out of her and roughly flipped her over onto her stomach. And then while her mind still swirled in the aftermath of orgasm and confusion as to what was happening to her, I propped her ass up with her knees, notched myself behind her, and slammed my prick into her cunt from behind.
"WAAAH-OHHH!!!" Candy cried as she felt seven-and-three-quarter inches of thick manmeat abruptly stretching her channel again. My left hand snaked beneath her torso to grip a round tit while my right hand rubbed at her crotch. Using both as handholds, I jerked her body back against my penetrating rod as I fucked her just as powerfully as I'd been doing before.
"Motherfucking-bastard-fucking-FUCK!" Candy gutturally screamed in her dirty way, hanging her head down while attempting to merely endure the pounding I was giving her. "I'm cumming again you fucking asshole! Shit! Shit! AAUUGHHH!!!"
And this time, even when she crested into another climax on my rubbing fingers, I didn't slow down.
"Fuuuuck ... oh, please..." Candy whimpered when I powered my way through her climax, never letting up on the stimulation or the penetration. It was always when a girl started pleading that I knew she was primed for proper mind-blowing. "Please, Ben ... Mercy..."
She relaxed just a bit when I slowed down my pumping and took my right hand off her clit. I moved that right hand up to briefly caress her right breast while my other hand still gripped her left breast. But then my right hand continued forward up the hollow of her throat before I hooked two fingers into her mouth, letting Candy pause to suckle my fingers and taste her own orgasmic nectar.
THEN I fucked her.
The assault came without warning. I went from zero to sixty in a single stroke, jerking Candy back by her left tit and also with my hand gripping her face. Her arms collapsed and her chest went down to the mattress while my dick held her ass aloft in the air. And without the mercy she'd asked for, I fucked rampantly through her spasming snatch, pistoning my cock into her with complete abandon.
Candy was a very vocal lover. She normally cursed and used every dirty word she could think of during sex. But this time she couldn't quite form an intelligible word. "Fuuungh! Hohhh! Ungggh!" she grunted while I drilled her pussy from behind.
And finally... "Awwwwwwuuunnnnghhheeeeuuuccckkk!"
There was so much fluid in Candy's cunt that I barely felt anything as I pistoned through her tight tunnel. But Candy was certainly feeling the constant stretching and contraction as I moved in and out, and when that final orgasm lit up her body, she clenched down so hard I couldn't help but feel it myself. And I yanked my cock out just in time to start hosing down her ass, squirting several globs straight into her buttcrack as well as painting the back of her worn and abused pussy lips with my cum.
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Chapter 10 From The Ashes The Cleansing Gary didn't have time to waste precious seconds with what had happened to Loudon. Once the initial shock of realizing that Loudon was in fact one of them had worn off his thoughts turned instantly back to his ailing wife. Someone please help her!" Gary wailed. "Please, Please, Please!" It was becoming evident to Gary that he was not going to be able to wake Michelle. She had gone someplace he could not now follow....
Scene 1: Interior, Day. Olim meminisse juvabit. The Latin tag swam lazily to the surface from the depth of his subconscious. One day we will look back and rejoice. He chuckled at the irony of that particular piece of Ovid coming to mind at this time. He was more used to quoting the ‘dirty bits’. The doubtful benefits of a classical education. Reaching for the whisky, he reflected how his life was full of little ironies these days. It wasn’t just a case of another marriage going sour, it was...
Scott 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...
DECEMBER 31, 2001, WINTER BREAK "Ohhh, Bennn..." "Unnghhh ... Lynne..." I groaned a warning. "That's it ... Cum! Cum in me ... Spill your hot essence inside me..." "Uh, uh ... Unnghhh!" "Ohhh! I can feel it, Ben! I can feel it!" Lynne clutched my head tighter to the crook of her neck, tugging with all the might in her legs, her heels digging into my ass. I practically crushed the petite brunette to the mattress beneath me. My limbs gave out and I dropped all my weight...
JANUARY 1, 2002, WINTER BREAK After a pleasant day shopping and then making the two-and-a-half hour drive back to the real world, Adrienne dropped me off from our impromptu Big Bear trip. She kissed me goodbye and told me to wish "Happy New Year's" from her to my family, then she drove the next few hundred feet to her house. I watched her garage door rising and turned to walk in through my front door. I promptly entered into what sounded like a war zone. "Sonovabitch! I'll kill him!...
JUNE 2001, JUNIOR YEAR "Oh, THAT's what that question was asking?" "Wait, what do you MEAN there was a question 5b?" "Ah hell, my parents are gonna kill me when that report card comes out." "Fuck it. I don't care anymore. When are you heading over to Elaine's place?" School was out. The past was past, and anything short of hacking the database or sneaking into the records office wouldn't change your test scores. So by four in the afternoon, Elaine Fukuhara and 35 of her...
TUESDAY, JULY 9, 2002 "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck," DJ chanted happily while I held her hip with my left hand, pumping her rapidly as my thick dick stretched the blonde 16-year-old's tight snatch. My right hand was holding both her braided pigtails together, not tugging but just giving her a little reminder every time she wanted to lower her head and thrust herself back against me. As always, her tight vaginal walls seemed to be pulsing against me with a steady [bum-BUMP] [bum-BUMP],...
JANUARY 2001, JUNIOR YEAR "Oh, gawd ... oh, gawd ... fuck me, Ben! Fuck me!" Brandi looked so amazing bent over on all fours. She really did have a dynamite ass. And I felt incredibly lucky to have been the one to stick my face between her cheeks and lick her and suck her and squeeze her until she came all over my face. My face. Not Brian's. No, he was still dreaming about doing what I was doing to Brandi. And I was determined to screw my sister so well that she'd come home to me for...
May 2002, Senior Year The last week and a half had been perfect. Allie's and my relationship had been re-energized and we'd been fucking like rabbits every chance we got, in every position possible. I found that having such a small and light girlfriend had its advantages. I could lift Allie and literally fuck her up the wall of my bedroom without getting too exhausted. I could fuck her wheelbarrow style without my arms giving out. And once we even had completely free-standing sex, without...
Enhanced by the heat of the sun’s slow fall from its apex, the water from these outdoor showers is liquid ice on our skin. Literally obviously, but figuratively too… also obviously. Whatever. It’s cold. Must have deep pipes. Regardless of the skin tightening reflex of shock, it is a pleasant contrast from the radiative warmth around us. I’m not all that excited by solar rays that are this bright and this close. Never have been, but that much more as I age and learn. Mostly I feel good...
Straight SexSUNDAY, JULY 9, 2000 My whole body was humming. I collapsed on top of my beautiful blonde lover, all of my weight bearing down on her naked chest. But she didn't seem to mind. Instead of pushing me off her, she held me even tighter, clutching my head against her neck. "I love you," Dawn said wondrously. "Nngh!" The moan startled both Dawn and I. Neither one of us had made the sound, and already I was craning my head around while Dawn peeked over my shoulder. And then we both saw that...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestTheo had been changing into the squirrel too much, he knew that now... as a pulse of heat raced through his body from his groin. He realized that he shouldn't have come to the office.He had been spending most of his days at the squirrel in his home deep in the countryside. Teleworking most of the time, as the squirrel he felt no need for clothes, his heavy furred balls resting between his thighs as his paws raced over the keyboard. The sharp claws on his paws clattering loudly as he typed,...
Fantasy & Sci-FiSATURDAY, JUNE 30, 2001 Four weeks of camp. Almost a month away from the real world. No email. No IMing. Probably not any phone calls. No more seeing Megan, Cassidy, and Adrienne on a daily basis to remind me how much I'd sabotaged my own happiness. No seeing Abbie and Allie to remind me that this wasn't just a game and how close I'd come to ruining my life. Sure, I'd miss my friends. But I needed a break. Last year, I couldn't read in the family van while we cruised up Highway 5...
JULY 2001, SUMMER CAMP "Unnnghhh! Eat me! Eat me!" Dawn whimpered, arching her back while her entire lower torso shuddered. She tossed her head side to side, sending waves of fine blonde hair flying in every direction. Her eyelids closed to mere slits, letting a penetrating blue stare only peek out while her mouth contorted in ecstasy. I watched her ab muscles rolling and contracting as her orgasm swept through her body. And letting her hands free of her own prodigious breasts, she reached...
Mother Ethel always enjoyed the short walk to the train station. It was beautiful Autumnal morning and Mother Ethel took the opportunity to walk to the train station as she knew that she had a very busy day ahead. Those that saw Mother Ethel along the way bowed reverently,they knew that Mother Ethel was a Nun of the Monastery of Repentance and when a Nun or a Monk walked past it was polite to bow, for many knew what the Nun's and Monk's of the Monastery were capable of. As Mother Ethel strolled...
Maggie could tell by the way the music producer was looking at her that he wanted nothing more than to bend her over and bang her like a door in a hurricane. And who could blame him!? What, with Maggie’s long amber hair, misty blue eyes and lush lips? Her face alone was enough to make any man beg. ‘So, you ladies want to make a demo tape, huh?’ asked the producer as he starred at Maggie’s ample breasts. Maggie took the man’s chin in her soft hand and gentle lifted his eyes up to meet hers. ...
Dot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 1991 Whatever noise Mom, Dad and Josh had made getting ready for church simply wasn’t enough to wake me from a dead slumber. I woke up with a smile on my dry mouth and a slight headache throbbing in my temples. Sundays are mine. I think I’ve mentioned that before. But I still had stuff to do. It was nearly 10 a.m. and Jen was coming over for Sunday dinner. That’s lunch for those of you who didn’t grow up on a farm. The savory smell of a simmering pot roast in a...
-We learned in Part One of this story that I was a sixteen year-old virgin boy named James, who everyone called Jimmy, with a very thick, nine-inch-long cock. My neighbor Norm was forty-two at the time. His wife Lindsey was forty-one and their son Todd was eighteen and away at college.I went with Norm to open his lake cabin for the summer. We were skinny dipping on an unusually warm day for spring in Wisconsin and he convinced me that we should masturbate one another on the boat. That evening...
MILF‘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...
JUNE 2001, JUNIOR YEAR "Unnnnnh! Ohhhhhh! Unnnnnh!" The hot brunette before me had been whining and whimpering constantly for the past fifteen minutes. I held myself balls deep inside the tight, clenching pussy. With my hands gripping her slender hips, I ground my pelvic bone against her asscheeks and pivoted my cock inside her, stretching out her vaginal walls. Her head hung down between her shoulder blades in this doggy-style position, her silky brown hair cascading down to the...
JULY 2001, SUMMER CAMP Dawn and I arrived at the table for lunch, both of us with warm smiles on our faces and twinkles in our eyes. How could we not be happy? We were in LOVE. And it wasn't just puppy love or teenage infatuation. I didn't feel the rush of "new love" like I had with Keira or Adrienne. It wasn't even the pleasant but slightly awkward transition from friendship to romance like with Megan and Cassidy. It just felt ... right. I'd literally known Dawn for my entire life,...
Clayton Smithers was really glad he had listened to his mother when she told him he should become a doctor. Mom had always told him it would be a lot of work but worth it in money and prestige. She had been only part right. Hardly any work had been required, just learning the jargon and technical terms by studying books and papers written by psychiatrists who had taken the hard route to obtaining their degrees. Clayton Smithers had taken the easy route, buying his degree from the best diploma...
Promises and Secrets: A Teenage Transsexual By Maria Ski Things changed for me after I was discovered trying on my sisters clothes. My mother had caught me. But there was no anger, no disgust, just a warm understanding smile and the love of a mother. From that day of being discovered, and after telling my sisters things seemed to change. Every weekend I became Maria. With a wardrobe of girls clothes of my own which I either bought myself or had bought for me. One thing led to...
SATURDAY, MAY 25, 1991 I stepped out of the shower a new man, having washed away the grime of the race shop. I was ready for a big night. I brushed my teeth, styled my hair and applied a thick coating of deodorant. I looked damn good. I got dressed and left the bathroom, heading for my room to finish up just as Beast pulled into the driveway. “Mom, I gotta go!” “Hang on a second,” mom admonished from the family room. She met me at my bedroom door. “I know it’s graduation night, so...
Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
Time to back up a little and explain a few things. You may wonder why I bothered to set up camp at Southeast State after spending an entire semester at Northwest State. I had seriously considered going back to Northwest since I was familiar with the people and campus, and hadn't really been all that impressed by Doctor Kinmon's offer at Southeast. But Northwest State simply wasn't... convenient. It was four and a half hours away from home, and while Southeastern State wasn't much better...
Steve came by the house on Sunday afternoon. He knew the kids were going to be around, and he just wanted some companionship instead of doing his own thing alone. We had a fun afternoon, plus he helped me with a couple of small chores where I needed another pair of hands. As we were working outside, putting up a trellis that had blown down, Steve told me about Stacy and the scene while they'd been traveling. We both ended with hard-ons. Steve gave me some details I didn't know from my...
There is much to be said about one’s origins, that’s for sure. My name is Solomon Rashid Joseph. I was born in the City of Detroit, Michigan, to a Haitian-American mother and Lebanese immigrant father. My father, Rashid Ahmed, met my mother, Nicolette Joseph, while attending Wayne State University in the 1980s. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, he died while visiting his parents in Beirut, three months before my birth. My mother married a guy named Harold Jacobson three years later, and...
South of Bikini Season 5 Episode 2 "We'll always have Athens" 4:03PM, Athens, Greece, July 22nd, 1199BC "My love, where have all the people gone? Where did the distressed earth disappear? With the exception of the missing buildings and homes, it is as though the events of today never happened," Theseus questioned his mate after we reappeared next to Billie on the outskirts of Athens. The crater was gone and so were the destroyed buildings- rubble and all. "Sangiere...
My Golden Summer with Blythe – Part 2 Josh’s childhood dream girl visits him in San Francisco. The Return of Blythe Coming from a small farming community, San Francisco proved to be everything Josh had ever imagined – and then some. He loved the freewheeling atmosphere – the friendliness – in short, he fell in love with the city by the Bay. Because of early retirements, and dedication to his work, he had advanced much quicker than he had ever expected. Arriving at his chic little Apartment...
FRIDAY, JULY 6, 1990 Under of the guise of visiting Mikey, I took the three-mile bicycle ride to town on a sunny Friday afternoon. I set my bike in a rack at the park and waited at the swings, just as we’d agreed. The park was mostly empty, with some kids playing basketball some distance away. The pool would open soon. Not two minutes later, there she was, sauntering up to me from her open garage door. As usual, Melody looked fantastic in flip flops, short shorts and a tank top. She topped...
FRIDAY, MAY 31, 1991 Just like the school year, the summer finds a pattern. Weekends aren’t much different than weekdays, other than the rhythm of the activities. Tuesday means a baseball game. Baseball practice Wednesday and Thursday. Tutoring Tuesday through Thursday. Finding a way to get to the varsity baseball games Friday nights. Oh, and a Saturday at the race shop. The calendar says spring, but the weather and the school year say it’s summer. Summer goes from Memorial Day to Labor Day...
Fifteen year old, Billy Broome was starting his first day at ?Feltham institutional prison Fifteen year old, Billy Broome was starting his first day at ?Feltham institutional prison.?The Judge at the high court had been stern and harsh, condemning young Billy to five years of gruelling torment in the young offender?s prison. Billy was a timid child, nothing more than an innocent little boy, tormented by the lack of acceptance; and bullying which he was subjected too. His built up...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
Monday, July 20, 2009, 7:30 AM BING-BONG “Doors opening,” said the familiar female voice. Tricia was sitting on the concrete bench, holding her head between her legs, and staring at the comforting terracotta colored hexagonal tile floor that was ubiquitous in Metro. She carefully lifted her head, conscious of the fact that the last things she felt were her neck snapping and her skull breaking. There was no pain now, but her head felt loose, like it was just recently attached, and not very...
“So how was, ‘just bowling,’” Mikey teased, complete with air quotes, as he landed in the bus seat next to mine. I returned his jab with a bemused grin. “Fine, just fine.” His eyes searched me over, sizing me up. He raised an eyebrow and leaned in. “You got laid, didn’t you?” He accused, surprisingly quietly. “I most certainly did not,” I said in mock indignation. “And I’ll thank you not to spread such rumors, sir.” He burst into laughter, not sure if he’d guessed on the mark or not, but...
A strikeout, two walks, a single and a double. That’s how I did on a Friday night in front of a big home crowd. We played before the varsity game due to the rainout Tuesday. Mitch pitched a full game, but the game actually ended in the 6th at 12-0 on the mercy rule. Riverton was not good at baseball. Mitch had a 3-run homer in the first. There were at least two scouts at the game to watch his brother, but there was no doubt he wanted to put on a good show as well. He certainly did. I...
It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...
It happened to me when i was 18 years old. During my summer vacation i and my mother visited my mother’s sister (mosi) place. My elder brother was 21 at that time and he use to remain busy with his education and work etc. so i usually never had a close friendship with him as he was too senior. At my mosi home i had one sister who was just one month younger to me (Prachi) and her sister who was 4 yrs younger to both of us. Since my brother was to senior and one of my cousin being 4 years...
IncestChapter 11: Althea, the School Girl The infernal screeching of the alarm clock awoke Cal from his reverie. He had been up for about a half-hour, but he had only been lying in bed next to the love of his life. Althea's arms were still clutched about him as he stealthily clicked the snooze button, assuming that it was six o' five in the morning, his usual waking time during the school week. He had been thinking long and hard about the previous two nights. Evan... what have you become? He...
edited by Master Ken Wednesday, September 4th, 2013 "Hi, I am Miss Blythe," I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. "I will be your World History teacher." It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn't know...
FEBRUARY 2001, JUNIOR YEAR "Hmph, hmph, hmph! Oh, Ben ... fuck me, Ben ... Umph! Hmph, hmph, hmph!" I let my fingers trace along the bumpy ridges of Cassidy's spine as she faced away from me. Her naked back was so soft beneath my hands, her pale white skin both creamy and damp from her own sweat. She was bouncing up and down in my lap, and I let my gaze drop to see her cute buttcheeks raising and lowering around the thick column of my dick. She was getting close. I could always tell...
The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
A week later... It only had been only a week since Stephanie and I had made love and during that next week I was riddled with guilt knowing for second time in less that year I had been unfaithful sexually to the woman who I really wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I didn’t really want to tell Jackie about what happened with Stephanie and I just week before because I had this overwhelming feeling this time around Jackie would decide to break up with me for sure. But like the old saying...
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 1990 I dreaded going to school Tuesday even more than I had Monday. At breakfast, mom was trying to fish for more information on what was going on between Mel and me. I wasn’t biting today. No way I would ever want mom to hear a word of the rumor going around, at least if it was just a rumor. On the bus, I had to let Mikey in on it. He hadn’t heard, which was a good sign. It took little to convince him that I didn’t know anything about it, but I was going to find out...
As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...
AUGUST 2001, SUMMER BREAK "I certify that I am at least 18 years of age? Pshh. Of course!" Brooke clicked on the 'I agree' box and immediately the screen was filled with rapidly-downloading images of porn stars in various states of undress and position. The horny 15- year-old girl worked the computer mouse like an orchestra director's wand, zipping left and right and clicking away with rapid efficiency. Even though we had cable broadband internet, the pages took too long to load and...