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A dark-skinned handsome Bengali DU student then, Sanjay Ray [b.1988] met his future-wife Saarda Yadav, another collegian girl, in 2006 in the University campus through a common friend, Veenit Srivastava. A year senior in age to Sanjay, Saarda [b.1987] was then in her BA final year (Miranda college), while Sanjay was in BA second year (St Stephens). Saarda was a very cute smart and good-looking girl, — with sharp oval feature, dusky in complexion, tall in height (5’5”), and attractive figure (34/29/34), — who’s from a middle-class ‘Jat ’ family from Chandigarh.
Saarda would stay in a rented 1-BHK flat at south Delhi, unlike Sanjay who had their own house at CR Park. His father was a bureaucrat or IAS officer.
Saarda liked Sanjay from the very moment of their introduction; they came across in the campus often and their acquaintance thus gradually deepened into a friendship, further into intimacy which soon turned into courtship . . . and one day (early 2007), at her flat at South Extension-II, Saarda gladly lost her virginity to Sanjay prior to their ceremonial engagement ( swagaii ) in 2009. Saarda did not ‘bleed’ as Sanjay had ‘faintly’ expected. In this first ‘tryst of coital spree’ they first time spoke out each other’s sexual tendencies likes and dislikes etc —- which were important as they were going to be a married couple in near future. However, after a couple of months or after their graduation and Sanjay’s joining an MMC at Delhi with a posting at Pune, they were married off (14th April, Wednesday 2010). They were then in their mid-twenties, obviously ‘made for each other’. . .
However, the Couple’s first escapade began soon after their honeymoon in a hill-station in Tamil Nadu. It so happened that after their honeymoon the Ray Couple was returning to Pune by ‘Chennai-Dadar Express’ (via Pune) They were traveling in a 1st class (four-berthed) AC coupe, which’s occupied by only three passengers —- Sanjay and his pretty wife Saarda, and a Marathi old man (Abhay Kamle); the fourth berth was left vacant.

Saarda was feeling a bit uncomfortable. Unwanted wetness between her inner thighs . . . was troubling her. She was taken aback that her body was reacting in such a manner to the lustful glare; an old man, aged about 65, was giving her frequently! What had gotten with her! Damn! Sanjay should not know this; otherwise should die of shame and embarrassment —- 0h God, why did you send this dirty old man into our compartment — she spoke to herself.
Saarda looked at Sanjay. He was engrossed in conversation with this old man with them from Egmore Station (TN), and he was in full form. She knew that once he gets started it was difficult to stop him. From politics to cricket, he was expressing his views on each subject like an expert. Clearly Sanjay was not aware of the lewd glances which this old man was passing to his wife. And there was no way for him to know the wetness between her thighs. . .

Leaning towards Sanjay, Saarda whispered: “I am going to washroom”. Sanjay gave her a flaunting glance and nodded. Slowly she rose from the seat and stepped out from the compartment. She knew that old man was watching her every move. When she stepped out from the washroom she found that old man outside. He was behaving as if he was waiting for his turn. She looked at the opposite washroom. It was unoccupied. Holy shit . . . he was waiting outside for her!! But. Why !!? Ignoring him she stepped past him. “Excuse me Miss. . !” Saarda’s heart skipped a beat. She had not expected him to speak to her like this. “I am not Miss, I am Mrs”, she managed to utter. “Oh pardon my mistake. Of course, you are Mrs. . . ?” “Mrs Saarda Yadav Ray”, she replied. “So nice of you, but I am more interested in knowing the identity of such a beautiful and sexy woman as you are, should be kept independent. Don’t you think so !”, he blurted. Saarda flushed deeply. The old man was an expert flirt! “I have to go, my husband is waiting. . . He’s lost in the affairs of the world honey”, Saarda said out. “Honey . . .?!!” Saarda was surprised to hear ‘honey’ from him. “No, it is not like that. We are returning from our honeymoon and he has given me full attention there”. “Full. .”, he grinned. “Yes”, she said. “How many times he screws you in a day?”, he whispered. Saarda stared at him like a dumbfounded. She was shocked to hear such a thing from a total stranger. She swallowed the knot in her throat, and said, “I beg your pardon”. “Yesterday I fucked a girl your age thrice”, he continued, “tell me how many times your husband fucked you yesterday!” She stared at him second time and then rushed back to her compartment. There was no way for her to continue such a conversation with him.

Sanjay was again busy with the man. Saarda checked her mobile for time, that the train was about to reach Pune. The old man came and sat silently before her. She kept her eyes on mobile for the rest of the journey.
When the train stopped they rose to gather their luggage. Sanjay was pulling the suitcases out where were parked underneath the seat. Old man came nearer to Saarda and whispered: “Your mobile number?”. She ignored him and decided to help Sanjay who was struggling with the suitcases.

After five minutes when Saarda stepped out at the platform along with Sanjay, she stared in every direction. The old man was nowhere to be seen. She took a deep sigh of relief. But now that he was gone she figured the hidden aspect of herself. She had known it little bit but not fully. But now it was crystal clear. She loved the attention of man. She loved the way old man was staring at her with hungry eyes. She was so thrilled by the situation that her pussy became wet immediately. People might have stared at her like that before too, but so far she had not noticed. Should she share this finding with her beloved husband? She thought for a moment, and then decided against it.

Taking a taxi both reached Aundh which was an upcoming residential area, near Pune University, where they were provided a rented house by the Company. In fact, Sanjay did not stay at this house when he had first time come to Pune. It was a new house which had been arranged by one colleague of Sanjay, Jayant Munde by name, in his absence or during his honeymoon in TN. So, when they stepped out of the car, Jayanta came forward to greeting them with a smile.
“You took so much trouble for us, Jayant. Thank you so much”, Sanjay said. “Oh come on, Sanjay, it was nothing. Hope you like the house”, Jayant coaxed. “We will, Jayant. Meet my wife Saarda, Sanjay said, then turning to Saarda he again said, “Saarda, he is Jayant, the man who has arranged such a beautiful house for us”.
Saarda nodded to greet Jayant, and started at the house. It was indeed nice.

When they stepped into the house following Jayant they found it even more beautiful. Living room was specious and was furnished with stylish furniture. Saarda checked the bedroom, it was furnished too.

Saarda flashed a smile to Jayant and said, “Thank you for arranging this beautiful house for us”. “I am glad that you like it, the owner of the house Mr Abhay Kamle lives next door. He also came by the same train from Chennai. He is coming soon”.

Just then a voice came from outside, “Jayant. . .”! “He is here”, Jayant said and went to main door to receive him. When Abhay Kamle stepped Sex hikayeleri in, Saarda’s face turned pale. He was the same old man who had disturbed her in the train.
“Oh want a great coincidence Kamle-ji! We were in the same compartment”, Sanjay exclaimed. “Indeed,” Kamle said, “I had not thought that such a beautiful couple is heading to grace this house of mine. I am privileged to have you here. Stay here as long as you want and consider it as your own house”.
“So . . . nice of you, Kamle-ji. I am Sanjay Ray and she is my wife Saarda”, Sanjay told. “It is a great to know two of you. Let me warn you, I live all along next door and I might drop here now and then:, Kamle blurted. “That would be great Kamle-ji. Your company would always be appreciated here”, Sanjay said out, “is it not, Saarda ?”
“Y…es, of course, Saarda stammered. “Okay then, let us celebrate it with tea. I will make it myself”, Kamle said.

“No, no! Do not bother that Kamle-ji. Saarda will manage everything. She is very good cook”, Sanjay said. “Is that so”, Kamle exclaimed.

Feeling uncomfortable due to presence of Kamle, Saarda drifted silently to the kitchen. “Yes! Come in the evening. We will have dinner together”, Sanjay said to Kamle. “That would be great. Excuse me for a minute . . . let me guide Saarda about whereabouts of tea and sugar etc”, Kamle said. “Oh sure”, Sanjay said gladly.
Saarda was hearing everything from kitchen. Her heart started pounding hard inside her chest. . .

“Oh you have already found tea and sugar. I will bring milk from my home”, Kamle said to Saarda. “Thank you, Kamle-ji”, Saarda said out. “When you did not give me your mobile number I thought I lost the opportunity to fuck a beautiful well-endowed young woman. I did not then know that you were coming to my house. Well will have great time here”, Kamle said. “Kamle-ji, please I am not that type of woman . . . you know what I mean”, Saarda reacted. “Every woman needs a great fuck. You can not be different”, Kamle said. “I’m different. I’ll never ever cheat my husband. Moreover I’m happy with him. I don’t need anyone else.. .” Though she said it but inside she was enjoying the way his eyes were roaming upon her pert breasts but she didn’t let it appear on her face.

“You’ll change your opinion”, Kamle challenged.

“How can you be so sure about that?” she said with a teasing smile. She knew she would never open her legs for him. Poor old man was wasting his time.

“Smile as much as you like but one day I’ll fuck you hard and nice.”, Kamla uttered.

“Good joke Kamle-ji. Can I have milk now?” Saarda asked.

“It would be really great experience to get into your pussy,” he said and went out of the kitchen.

Saarda drew a deep breath. She was wet again. It was fun teasing the old man but she decided that she would keep things under check.

Next day at around 11 in the morning door bell rang. Saarda was in the living room, reading newspaper. Ramesh had left for the office at 10 and now she was all alone. She was sure that it was Kamle on the door. Given his intentions which he had made already clear to her it was risky to open the door. Ignoring the bell she kept glued to the sofa. Door bell rang again but she didn’t budge from her seat. When bell rang again for the third time she rose from the sofa, her face pale with anxiety.

When the bell rang again, and with hesitant steps she walked to the door and swallowed and said, “Who is it?”

“It’s me Vicky.” A voice spoke from outside.

“I don’t know any Vicky go away,” she said.

“Our ball is on your roof, please let me fetch it or you fetch it for me.”

Certain that it was not Kamle outside Saarda opened the door and found young man standing there. He seemed around 18 or 19, handsome and smart.

“How did your ball get on my roof,” she asked.

“Sorry ma’am I was betting and …”

“Okay … okay wait here I’ll get your ball,” she said.

When she was stepping down the stairs with ball in her hand she noticed that her boobs were jumping up and down on her chest. Since she was in top this up and down motion was visible in quite a profound manner. Fearing that young man might also notice it she stared at the door and she found that her fear was true. His eyes were glued to the jumping domes on her chest. Perhaps he had totally forgotten about his real ball for which he had come here. The whole situation thrilled Saarda to the core. Her face became crimson like a rose. Holding her gaze to the floor she reached the door. “Take it. . . . .and be careful next time”, she said holding the ball in her hand. He grabbed the ball. His fingers touched hers as he did it. A wave of thrills passed through her spine.
“Ma’am, can I have a glass of water please, Vicky asked.
“Oh sure, wait a second”, Saarda told him. As she walked she felt his eyes on her buttocks. To confirm it she turned round to look at him. She was right again. His eyes were feasting on her buttocks. She game him a smile and turned back and disappeared into the kitchen.

When she was pouring water in the glass she got an idea. Placing the glass on kitchen cabinet she grabbed her top from from below and gave it a hard pull. Her killing cleavage emerged. Now this young man will jump into this cleavage and will die into it, she thought. Picking the glass she headed back to the door. Her heart was pounding hard. She had never done it before. But the whole thing was turning her on beyond her imagination. She looked at the boy. Effect was natural. He was spell-bounded at the show she was giving to him.
“Here”, she said. He grabbed the glass and she felt that he deliberately touched her fingers this time which made her blush. She stole a glance at him. His eyes were glued to her alluring cleavage. She smiled to herself.

He emptied the glass in one go as if he had been athrust for a long time. “Thank you Ma’am; you are so nice”, the boy said. She figured from her face that he was reluctant to go. “Okay, has a nice game”, she wished out. “Thank you. ..thank you Ma’am”, he said and turned to go off. Saarda closed the door quickly and stood leaning against it. She was surprised upon herself. She had never done such thing before. It was weired but somehow to some reasons she was feeling great thrill out of it.

Pulling away from door Saarda drifted slowly in her bedroom and climbed on the bed. It was crazy that she was enjoying such a weird thing. But it was a fun. Wetness between her inner thighs was testimony for that.
Thinking how Vicky was staring at her cleavage she inserted her hand into the slacks she was wearing and felt her throbbing pussy. It was wet with desire.

***

With a big yawn, Abhay Kamle opened his eyes and looked up at the wall-clock. It was 11.30 in the morning. Cursing himself he jumped out of bed and rushed to the washroom. Last night before sleeping he had planned to give a rose to Saarda in the morning and it was necessary to stick to the plans, otherwise he would never get Saarda’s pussy.
After 15 minutes he stood before the mirror wearing blue shirt and jeans. Though he was 63, looking into the mirror he thought himself to be of 30. With Great Spirit he came out into the front lawn and plucked a red rose and walked to Saarda’s house.

Pressing the doorbell he Sikiş hikayeleri stood there wearing excited mien on his face. Two minutes passed and no one answered the door. He again pressed the bell.
“Come later? !!, Kamle was disappointed. Excitement disappeared from his face. But he was not ready to give up that easy.

“Saarda, please open the door. I want to give you something,” Kamle pleaded.

“I know what you want to give me. But I don’t want it.”

“You know what I want to give you?” he was surprised since he was holding the rose behind his back. There was no way for her to see it. Did she see him plucking the rose?

“Yes I know,” she replied.

“Then why don’t you take it, it’s just a beautiful rose.”

Door opened and he stared at her hungrily. She was looking gorgeous in the slacks and top. Her boobs were hanging seductively from her chest.

“Beautiful?” he said.

“What?”

“Your boobs, what size are they?.” “Don’t waste your time on me Kamle-ji,” she said with a smile. “Try your luck somewhere else.”

“I’m not wasting but investing my time on you,” he said and extended the rose to her. “Sooner or later I’ll get the dividend.”

She laughed out loud. “You will get nothing from me Kamle-ji.”

“Leave that to the future and enjoy the fragrance of this flower,” he said with a smile. “If you allow me, can I put this in your beautiful silky hair?”

“I can’t allow that.”

“Why?” he gave her pleading look. “This is just a simple request.”

From her facial expression he figured that she was thinking about it. he judged that she would allow him if he kept requesting her.

“Please Saarda. It’s not a big deal. When you go for haircut don’t you allow barber to touch your hair.”

“Okay-okay but do it quickly,” she said.

“Take a turn please.”

As she turned he could help staring at her buttocks. Yesterday she was in saree. Today her buttocks were looking more seductive in the slacks. They were solid and shapely.

“You have got a nice gaand Dipti,” he said lewdly.

“I-I beg your pardon.”

“Your gaand is sexy.”

“Err… please do it quickly.”

He inserted the rose slowly into her hair as if he was penetrating her pussy.

Saarda was aware what he was trying to convey to her. The way he was inserting the rose into her hair it was clear that he would insert his dick into her pussy in a similar manner. Her breathing grew rapid with this thought and her face became red. She felt wetness between her legs. Her pussy was growing with desire.

“Can I touch your gaand?” he whispered in her ears.

She wanted to run from there but strangely she felt that her feet were not willing to move from there. She swallowed the knot in her throat and stood there undecided. Dirty slang gaand he was using was having a magical effect on her, raising her thrill to the new level.

Next moment when she felt his hand on her right globe her heart skipped a beat and her feet started trembling. Things were going out of her control and she was feeling helpless. One part of her wanted to run from there and another part wanted to stay there and flow with the moment.

When he gave her ass cheek seductive squeeze she couldn’t help moaning. His hands felt broad and big than her husband back there on her buttocks.

She heard door close behind her. Perhaps with another hand he had pushed the door. She was so trapped in the lust that couldn’t figure the consequences of closed door.

He was handling her buttocks skillfully and keeping the eyes closed she was enjoying his every move. Out of a sudden his hand came in front and slipped into her slacks. He was going for her pussy now, which was wet under his influence.

He roamed his fingers all over it and whispered into her ear, “What a chut you have. It’s already wet.”
“Kamleji p-please stop it,” she protested meekly. His rough fingers were roaming all over her womanhood.

Suddenly she felt one of his fingers at the entrance of her pussy and before she could protest his finger had disappeared into her slippery cave.

“Ahhhh Kame-ji what are you doing.”

Grinning he started moving his finger in and out of her pussy hole. She was so excited and so thrilled that instantly intense orgasm swept over her and she gave load moan. “Ahhhhhhh. . . ..”

Just then she heard sound of her ringing mobile. It was coming from her bedroom.

She pushed Kamle away immediately. “What are you doing Kamle-ji. It’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong Saarda ? You were enjoying it.”

“Please get out of my house immediately I have to attend urgent call,” She said without looking at him.

“Saarda listen,” he said.

“Please Kamle-ji, my phone is ringing.”

Kamle opened the door and slipped out. Rushing forward she bolted the door and stood there for a moment, trying to control her emotions.

She was still under the grip of intense orgasm old man had inflicted upon her. She was surprised that he had managed to do that with his fingers. Sanjay too had fingered her pussy but she had never reached orgasm with him.

By now mobile had gone silent. With shaking legs she reached to her bedroom and picked the mobile. It was Sanjay’s call. She dialed back.
Sanjay informed her that he would come late from office.

That night she thought over the total episode —- Kamle’s lustful approach, her orgasm with him . . . or about her getting moist with that younger boy Vicky . . . etc. And she decided she should talk out Sanjay. And she revealed everything to her husband . . . who, while hearing all this from his horny wife Saarda, strangely turned highly aroused rather than being angry with Kamle-ji. And he made love to Saarda in a wild fury in that nocturnal hour. And to Saarda’s utter shock and surprise, Sanjay signalled his wife to seduce that old man for the sake of their fun. . . He gave her an idea, which made Saarda burst out into a giggle. “All right, I will follow and act out as you suggested, dear”, Saarda said to Sanjay.
Next day was a Sunday, a hot sweaty Sunday. Sanjay stayed home. At around 10 in the morning, Saarda bathed, and came out wearing casual outfits —- blue Bermuda and a front-buttoned white T’shirt, with no brassiere underneath. Of course, she barely needed bra to support her heavy round and very firm hard-fleshed breast-domes, tipped with dark brown areolae and nipples…

The couple was eagerly waiting for the advent of that prurient old man, and at around 11 o’clock Kamle-ji dropped in, and pushed the doorbell. The moment the bell rang; Sanjay undid two buttons of his wife’s T’shirt down her front, thus revealing much of her breasts, before her running to open the main door for Kamle-ji. This small prank of Sanjay gave her more confidence and excitement.
She opened the door to let Kamle come inside. Seeing the revealed portion of Sarda’s pert breasts Kamle turned agape and delighted in anticipation. Saarda smiled at him, and looked down at her bosom. Her already swollen nipples were provocatively poking through the shirt-material as if to invite Kamle’s agape mouth to devour them then and there. “Where is Sanjay?”, Kamle enquired. “He is in the bedroom, will enter bathroom shortly for his bath”, Saarda eased him. She was already wet between her inner thighs. . . Then suddenly she felt Kamle’s hands touched her from behind and moved downwards from her waist and when they settled on her buttocks she shuddered involuntarily. His hands were strong and naughty. He caressed both of her ass-cheeks as if trying to figure their size. And soon gentle caress Erotik hikaye turned into rough kneading, forcing her to moan aloud with ecstasy. She was surprised the way she was moaning before her land-lord, or obviously her loud moans of pleasure, she felt, could now reach Sanjay’s ears. She was so lost, standing in the middle of the drawing-room itself that she could not make out when one of his hands had come to her heaving bosom and grabbed one of her breasts. Now he was kneading her two precious assets — the breasts — simultaneously and by turns.

“W. ..why are you cupping my breasts ?”, Saarda asked huskily. “Because they are beautiful, warm and resilient”, Kamle said shamelessly. Now releasing her buttocks, old man pushed her to the wall and yanked apart her T’shirt down her front; the buttons went flying, and her full breasts jutted out in the open with all their glory and arrogance of prime youth as if in challenge to his masculinity. Her face turned crimson in coy and erotic sensation, while the old man now grabbed both of her pert firm breasts in each hand. “What are you doing, Uncle? Please stop”, Saarda uttered, and she first time called Kamle ‘uncle’! He smiled, and said “I can not stop now”. While all this was going on, suddenly Saarda looked at the door of the bedroom which was left ajar. And she could notice Sanjay peeping at them. Kamle did not notice the voyeur, Sanjay, as his position or closet was behind or on the back side of Kamle.
However, now Kamle was kneading her heard-yet-tender breasts like dough to his heart’s content and Saarda was moaning helplessly . . . though her every moan was suggestive of physical pleasure or delectation. And she sensed orgasm approaching her . . . and next moment an orgasmic spasm overtook Sarda.
On the other hand Sanjay was silently watching the old man eating his beautiful and horny wife, and the sight had filled him with such a great excitement and voyeuristic thrill that he did start masturbation with his eyes on them.

“I am going to suck now, daring”, Kamle declared. “No. ..Please stop. . .”, Saarda pleaded in a mock resistance. And next moment Kamle’s eager mouth engulfed one her soft breast-peak, along with its swollen nipple and its areola. She trembled and hissed in bliss. She lost her continence. And she placed her arms around his neck and pushed as much of her breast-flesh as she could into his sucking mouth, in response to his passion and greed. Sanjay kept watching from his closer, fascinated and transfixed. Sanjay had already undergone one climax or ejaculation which was splashed over the floor.

Kamle continued sucking and kneading Saarda’s bare breasts, by turns, bathing them with his continuously oozing saliva that ran down her contours of elated bosom to her flat belly. He was becoming wilder moment by moment, and suddenly he bit hard into her breast-flesh, making her scream aloud in pain. But he continued biting in her breast-skin, thus leaving on her breasts the scars of love-bites. And only through breast-molestation the old man brought to Saarda a series of shuddering orgasms, one after another. And Saarda felt she was in the seventh heaven. After a long breast-manipulation, finally Kamle got into kissing Sarda on her succulent lips. He placed his mouth on hers, and shoved his eager tongue into her mouth to let her taste his saliva and vice-versa. Saarda responded with equal passion and zeal. He sucked her tongue and lips . . . until both of them needed a breath to take.

Sarda now beckoned Sanjay to leave thereof. Sanjay immediately anticipated that his wife wanted now to take him to her bed for final show. He then and there vanished into their attached bathroom and its door did have a keyhole. After Sanjay’s departure from the closet, Saarda brought her lover-companion to her bedroom, obviously now for letting him fill her with his seed. Incidentally it was not a safe day for Saarda, but she was sure that the sperms of this old man would not put her into a trouble of pregnancy.
In the bedroom Kamle denuded her completely, and her stunning naked beauty made her speechless in fascination and wonder.
“Where is Sanjay?”, Kamle asked. “He is bathing and will take at least 1 hour to finish his bath”, Saarda assured. The old man smiled to himself. He now understood that her husband was stealthily watching them.
However, then they claimed on the bed, and Saarda engulfed Kamle’s huge erection in mouth and started bobbing over it, making him reel like a reed and groan in bliss. Saarda knew Sanjay watching them through the keyhole. She smiled to herself. She continued her suction on his penis. Both of them were in the poor of sweats. The old man was enjoying it . . . and was gratified with a feeling of victory . . . that he was making it with a woman who’s at least 38 years younger in age.
After some 10 minutes of sucking, Saarda finally brought Kamle-ji to his massive ejaculation in her mouth, and she swallowed his entire seminal deluge to its last drop with gusto.

Thereafter, she positioned herself, lying on her back, with her head towards the bathroom-door, so that Sanjay could voyeur them from inside bathroom through its keyhole.
Finally the old man entered her with a thrust, and went deeper. She was lubricating heavily. . . The old man then began fucking his belle, Saarda, with his full vigour and zeal, and he was very high that he won his challenge or bet with her now, Saarda’s loud moans of ecstasy echoed around the room as the old man, with his hands working her high breasts, carried on ramming in her like a wild beast . . .
And Saarda matched his thrusts with hers in equal rhythm and tempo. Shw was taken aback by his stamina or ‘staying power’ (and so was Sanjay inside the bathroom).
Another couple of minutes elapsed . . . and then finally Kamle-ji indicated Saarda that he was on the verge of his eruption. And also asked, “Should I pull out or fill your womb, Saarda ?” Saarda asked him to release inside her, and she clamped him tight by pulling her legs around him. Next moment Saarda saw stars . . . as a huge deluge of old man’s warm thick semen erupted inside her in a jet. The degree of satisfaction and satiation was so intense and high that Saarda felt like being senseless for that moment.

Kamle collapsed on her immediately after his ejaculation into supine Saarda. They both were exhausted and spent, obviously satisfied.

Little later, Kamle withdrew from Saarda and silently clothed himself and went out. ..
Saarda kept lying in the bed, supine and shut-eyed. And excess semen was still oozing out from her tired vagina . . . and now Sanjay came out from his hidden closet — the bathroom, and thanked his wife for the great show. Saarda opened her eyes and a strange smile pervaded her comely face that was already resplendent with her sexual satisfaction and delight. She also thanked Sanjay to be so broad-minded with her and for allowing her to taste the bliss of extramarital sex in his presence.

*** ***

From that day their Mr Kamle whom they call uncle-ji would almost regularly and secretly taste young horny Saarda’s nectarine youth, both in absence of her (voyeuristic) Sanjay and sometimes in presence of Sanjay in the flat (or in his favourite closet in the flat rather). And these tacit extra-marital escapades rather added a spice to their marriage or conjugality, instead of bringing any detrimental effect on it.

However, after Kamle, Saarda wanted to seduce younger Vicky now . . . and she was looking for a scope for it. She knew Vicky was smitten by her beauty and pulchritude, and it would not be much difficult for her to seduce the boy if he happened to come into her flat next time.

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Just before that in Beach Park Illinois Jimmy Craktcorn burped because he had just eaten a large, thin-crust pizza with cheese, sausage, pepperoni, onions, anchovies and mushrooms. It was yummy, and the toppings were just what Jimmy Craktcorn liked on a pizza.

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until it is time for the spit to be carefully and discretely disposed of. Some members of the trumpet family even have two or more spit valves! My name is Ralph.”

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Jimmy Craktcorn took an acid reducer to neutralize gastric acidity causing the heartburn, acid indigestion, sour stomach, and farts that stank even worse that something crawled up his ass and died.

Soon, Jimmy Craktcorn had a runny nose, dizziness, and a decrease in semen.

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Four hours later, Jimmy Craktcorn noticed he’d had an erection for four hours.

Then there was a knock at the door. Jimmy Craktcorn got up and answered the door. It was Harry.

“Harry” said Jimmy Craktcorn “It’s so good to see you. I ate a large, thin-crust pizza with cheese, sausage, pepperoni, onions, anchovies and mushrooms. It was yummy, and all the toppings were just what I like on a pizza. Then, I cut a fart that stank so bad it smelled like something crawled up my ass and died. I tried to call you, but I got some guy playing his trumpet on July 20, 1969. Then, I cut a fart that stank even worse than the fart I had expelled previously which smelled like something had crawled up my ass and died. This most recent fart smell like something had crawled up the ass of what ever had crawled up my ass and died…and died! Then, I had a runny nose, dizziness, and a decrease in semen. I tried to get up, but I experienced a sudden decrease in blood pressure that could have resulted in fainting so I sat back down. Four hours later, I noticed I’d had an erection for four hours.”

“Dude” Harry “I should check and make sure Sikiş hikayeleri something didn’t crawl up your ass and die.”

“Ok” said Jimmy Craktcorn “why don’t you check and make sure something didn’t crawl up my ass and die

Jimmy Craktcorn dropped his trousers and stretch lace, silky, semi-sheer pinkish panties with a low five and a half inch rise and Harry had a look.

“Dude” said Harry “Your bunger looks like a cute little randy mollusk! I wanna give it a little kiss.”

“Ok” said Jimmy Craktcorn

Harry began to kiss Jimmy Craktcorn puckered bunger when Jimmy Craktcorn cut a fart that stank so bad it smelled like something had crawled into a sewer and died. Harry was almost bowled over by the force of the expulsion of intestinal gas shooting out of Jimmy Craktcorn’s puckered bunger. It was a dank, rich, gaseous, rank and fumy fart. The kind of fart one usually only reads about in old copies of the “New Yorker” or “Vanity Fair” magazine.

“Sorry Harry” said Jimmy Craktcorn “That was a real bun shaker. A real one gun salute. A real cheek flapper.”

“Damn Jimmy, You really blew me a kiss. You really blasted the ass trumpet. That was a real beefy air biscuit.” Said Harry.

“Hey Harry, how’s your new wife Louise doing?” asked Jimmy Craktcorn

“Louise was a harlot. She was not a virgin when she married me!” said Harry

“No shit Sherlock.” laughed Jimmy Craktcorn thinking about how Louise squealed when he fucked her for about a week straight about 2 years ago.

“Well I took her back to her father’s house with some guys from the city and stoned her to death on her father’s doorstep. It’s what Jesus wanted. It says so in the 22nd chapter Deuteronomy verses 13-21 where it says…

13 “If any man takes a wife, and goes in to her, and then spurns her, 14 and charges her with shameful conduct, and brings an evil name upon her, saying, ‘I took this woman, and when I came near her, I did not find in her the tokens of virginity,’ 15 Erotik hikaye then the father of the young woman and her mother shall take and bring out the tokens of her virginity to the elders of the city in the gate; 16 and the father of the young woman shall say to the elders, ‘I gave my daughter to this man to wife, and he spurns her; 17 and lo, he has made shameful charges against her, saying, “I did not find in your daughter the tokens of virginity.” And yet these are the tokens of my daughter’s virginity.’ And they shall spread the garment before the elders of the city. 18 Then the elders of that city shall take the man and whip him; 19 and they shall fine him a hundred shekels of silver, and give them to the father of the young woman, because he has brought an evil name upon a virgin of Israel; and she shall be his wife; he may not put her away all his days.

20 But if the thing is true, that the tokens of virginity were not found in the young woman, 21 then they shall bring out the young woman to the door of her father’s house, and the men of her city shall stone her to death with stones””

“But that’s Old Testament crazy shit. It doesn’t apply” said Jimmy Craktcorn

“Oh but it does apply. It is one of the 613 Mitzvot. The Laws given to Moses by God.” Explained Harry. “Jesus affirmed the validity of the law in Matthew 5:17-19 when he said “Think not that I am come to destroy the law, or the prophets: I am not come to destroy, but to fulfill. For verily I say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled. Whosoever therefore shall break one of these least commandments, and shall teach men so, he shall be called the least in the kingdom of heaven: but whosoever shall do and teach them, the same shall be called great in the kingdom of heaven.”

“Praise Jesus. DAMN am I rank! I’m RIPE!” exclaimed Jimmy Craktcorn. “I just sniffed my finger nails after scratching my balls and I damn near fell over! It was a pungent raw smell of vinegar, ammonia, dank stale cunt with a hint of vanilla that just about bowled me over. Praise Jesus! I suppose I’ll have to take a shower soon.”

fin

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My first story also happens to be 100% fact!!!! Comments please

My name is lets say Kevin. I live at home and at the age of 18, I couldn’t help myself from being very attracted to my dads wife. She is gorgeous. A great beautiful face, kinky hair and tits that would make a preacher sin. We kinda flirted sum and I’m sure she caught me more than once looking at those tits, hell she may have been a slight tease, either way I got enuff view to give me sum jerk off material.
So one day I go to the movies and it’s a normal day. I leave and I gave my stepmom, Hannah a hug, carefully coping a feel. As I walk out, I have to slightly adjust my semi-hard cock. We watch a movie at the mall and I go home. As I walk onto the porch, there was a slight crack in the door and I peeked in to see Hannah under a blanket on the couch. My dad was presumably in another room. Hannah liked to wear nitegowns and often i would wonder if she kind of teased me sum.
Anyway I stood to try and catch a peek of anything through her nitegown blanket combo. As I watched tho, I realized she might’ve been masturbating! As I watched I saw my dad appear and was gonna go inside but decided to wait as Hannah was reaching for my dads belt buckle. Considering it was dark out with no porchlight, I figured I’d be safe to take my 7″ throbbing cock out and rub Sex hikayeleri it sum.
I rubbed as before my eyes my innocent seeming step-mom was rubbing her covered pussy while she had my dads cock in her other hand, looking up and saying something. I was rock hard by now, and licked my hand. Hannah leaned up and gave his cock a slow lick. She said something and sucked the cockhead into her mouth. She sucked as he rubbed her hair. He tilted his head back as he thrust his cock forward.
I could feel precum and not wanting to waste my load, I stopped briefly and knew I made the right choice. As I could tell that Hannah had enuff of getting hernface fucked, she sat back and stood up. She was wearing one of my favorite nighties, a leopard print that showed as much cleavage as possible and the right angle was a sure pussy shot. She sat back down as she lifted her nitegown and removed it sticking his cock in between her tits. This was amazing, not only was I seeing
The woman I was amazed by naked, but shes fucking also!! Wow!
He fucked those big beautiful titties as she licked his head each time it came up. A minute later she stood up and said
“plz baby fuck my hot pussy. I’ve been so wet since Kevin went to the movies. Mmmm I’m not sure why, but right after he left my nipples got rockhard and my
Pussy Sikiş hikayeleri got so fucking hot. I need a cock NOW!”
She turned around and bent over and I could briefly see that her pussy was shaved clean, and indeed she was wet! I couldn’t help but to think maybe I made her hot. I stroked my cock slow and easy as he fucked her hard from behind. But something happened, as he pulled her hair back he also screamed out
He was Cumming. She groaned as he pulled out and unloaded on her luscious tits. She was clearly pissed she didn’t finish.
“well babe I’m gonna take a shower, Kevin Shuld b here soon so keep decent”
He winked. She waited til he turned the water on, and once again played with herself. As she sped up, I swore I heard my name, and I shot my load. I birders through the door and scared her shitless. She was flustered and I came in and sat right beside her.
” hey check this out Hannah ”
I pulled out a joint of some killer hydro.
” I thought tomm while he was at work, we could have a good smoke and hang out?”
” I think ur dad would get mad if he knew we smoked some killer weed without him!”
The way she spoke I could tell she wanted to, and she was getting even more flustered as she thought about it.
” don’t worry Hannah, I can keep a secret if u can. This Erotik hikaye will b our little secret? No peer pressure of course haha”
” ok but it’s a secret. And did I mention u look really nice tonite?”
” thank you and I’ve noticed u look especially sweaty? Haha”

The next day I fired up the healthy lookin joint, and passed it to Hannah. I noticed she was wearing a Jean-type skirt. Not a mini-skirt, but certainly not in the long category. She was wearing a dark t-shirt, and I swear I saw her perfect nipples, no bra included. I wasn’t fornsure though. The erotic thot that she was a tease to her stepson caused a stir in my pants. I was pretty high, and I could tell she was pretty ripped. We laughed and joked as we finished the joint. Wow we were FRIED!!
” so Hannah, do u kno the exact color of ur shirt? I mean it’s a dark color, but what color?”
I laughed so she wouldn’t be offended or something. She looked down and said she wasn’t sure.
” do u not like it or something?”
” no I love the look of em” I blurted out.
” the look of… My shirt right?” she asked ll innocently. She had that innocent look, but I was starting to realize she was far from it.
I made it a
Point to prolong my gaze at her chest this time. I knew she was lookin at me, and I wanted to gauge her reaction. ” pretty much your shirt. And I bet u have a black bra to match, rite?”
This time she leaned forward a little bit and said kinda low,” I do have one but not today!”

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Hi again. Just when I think I’m done writing these stories, my mind wanders off on another erotic trail…. care to join me?

It’s late winter, and the last of a series of storms has left the city covered in alternating scenes of snow covered fairylands and mountains of slush and ice piled by the plows as they vainly strive to stay ahead of mother nature. I’m sitting by the balcony windows looking across the river, fire crackling to warm the outside, a nice pinot noir to warm the insides and being predictably lazy on a cold, cold day. As the pinot begins to warm me up, I’m feeling a little lonely and, honestly, a bit restless. My sometimes girlfriend from across the way, Alison, has moved on, and the guy from the party turned out to be a brief (immensely satisfactory) encounter. To be blunt, I haven’t had a partner in the last few months, and I could really use the company. Physical intimacy is one thing I crave – the feeling of sharing myself and feeling him or her exploring me inside and out is one of the greatest pleasures in my life.

I shake myself from my daydreams and decide there’s only one way to deal with this. Since there’s no one to call, exercise is my answer. I throw on my hiking outfit and lace up the boots, heading to the path that runs along the river for an hour or so of fresh air and scenery to tak my mind off “other things.”

The sun reflects up off the fresh layer of snow and promises a hike through some truly lovely scenes. I feel like a little kid – a bit giddy from the pinot, and ready to “go out and play.” After a half mile or so, the sun has warmed me up and I peel off my coat and let the air flow around my sweater, feeling the cold creep through the weave. My nipples harden and I feel a chill run down my spine – Jesus! hiking is making me hot…- I giggle quietly to myself and continue my walk, enjoying the solitude and letting my legs find their own pace. As my muscles Sex hikayeleri loosen and my body warms, I find myself more aware of my own desires. My breasts are aching and I feel the silky underside of my shirt sliding softly over my engorged nipples. My silk leggings are slipping softly across my thighs, like the gentle a caress of a lover…overcome, I walk into the park and sit down, looking out at the river and let my mind construct a gauzy fantasy that keeps time with my body’s signals. I cross my arms and legs – looks like I’m keeping warm, but I’m slowly caressing my breasts and squeezing my legs together to enhance the fantasy. (“What a pervert!” pops into my head – damn conscience…) I hear the sounds of snow crunching and open my eyes, then smile… it’s Blaine….

A couple of years ago, Blaine became a little more than my best friend’s son – basically, i seduced him and used him as a sex toy during his senior year in high school. Good for him, great for me, and nobody was the wiser. When he went off to college, the fling ended. Since Stanford’s all the way across the country, he only gets home once or twice a year, and I would never take him away from his Mom during those precious moments she gets to be the proud mom of a handsome young son.

I wave and see a smile creep across his face. He slows, then stops and sits next to me, kissing my cheek. He explains the weather has made getting back to school nearly impossible. He’’s been able to keep up with class on line, but he really misses Palo Alto, etc, etc. I listen attentively, but keep getting distracted by the warmth and powerful presence of the now young adult man next to me. Blaine’s filled out nicely and his maturity level has developed right along with his body. I’m startled by his laugh, then excited as I feel his arm slip around my waist and draw me near.

“You looked very cold when I spotted you out here, Kat. Let me warm Sikiş hikayeleri you up a bit.” I nestle into him, feeling his muscular torso, warm and comforting. “mmm, much better, thanks” I smile up at him and let my hand play over his cheek. Blaine catches my hand and kisses it softly. Instinctively, I reach for him and we come together in a tender, long kiss, our mouths welcoming the new, yet familiar feelings and sensations of old lovers reuniting. Looking up, I see the desire in his eyes and let my hand slowly run down his chest before coming to rest on his crotch, feeling his excitement, the pulsing of a growing erection under my fingertips… god, I do so love a nice hard one. Blaine inhales sharply, closing his eyes as he feels me stroke over the top of his cock through his sweats. He whispers in my ear :Nice to see you again, too, Ms. Trebuchet” then let’s his tongue trace my earlobe before gently nibbling on it. I sigh and decide right then and there, it’s time to fulfill an ongoing fantasy.

Looking up, I simply ask Blaine if he’s ever made love outside in the snow. He shakes his head, but his smile indicates he’s ready to try it. “Me, neither” I say as I stand up. But there’s only a few people around, the park’s really big, and I’ll bet we could find a place to try.” Blaine stands awkwardly, adjusting his now fully erect member to allow him to walk and takes the lead, showing me back to a landscaped space with a row of low pines. The center of the copse of trees is covered in pine needles and reasonable dry, and snow has drifted up along the tree trunks obscuring the view of others walking on the pathway.. We kiss deeply and my hand slides inside his sweatpants, taking hold of his engorged cock and softly squeezing and releasing it. Blaine slides his hands inside my leggings – cold, but they warm quickly…- massaging my ass, letting his hands run between my thighs as he lifts me up to him. Erotik hikaye My hand pops out of his pants and wraps around his neck. The kisses become more passionate as I wrap my legs round him and grind slowly against him. Blaine’s fingers probe between my cheeks and tickle across my anus, my moan is muffled by his mouth on mine as I wriggle against his fingertips. I slide off of him and simply drop to my knees, pulling his sweats down in a single motion, then peeling his compression shorts to release that lovely cock. I lick my way up and down his shaft and look up. Laying back, I slip my leggings off and open my legs, rolling my hips and beckoning my lover to me. Blaine drops down kneeling between my legs, then lifts my hips to him, impaling me on him as he supports my hips with his powerful arms. The feeling of him deep inside me, warm and wet, and the cold air on my skin create an indescribable pleasure. I grind slowly against him as he rocks, buried deep in me. I feel every inch of that pulsing cock inside me, squeezing him, using all those Kegel exercises to create sensations that leave both he and I breathless. Blaine lowers me to the ground and begins slowly thrusting. the look on his face is enough to make me orgasm… such bliss… but i want to make this a perfect fantasy fulfillment… so I try hard to hold off… but he’s so good… his rhythm, his tenderness… his big, thick, cock…mmmmm. “Oh god, yes, mmmm yes, Blaine” I purr into his ear as he thrusts deep inside. I feel him tensing, his breath ragged and use myself to begin milking him. The groans of pleasure are deep and rich as I feel him explode and fill me up. My own moans join his as I feel myself let go, my own juices joining his as we cum in a tangled mass of joyful spasms, thrusting and grinding against each other as each wave crests.

The steam rising from our bodies smells of sex. the ground reeks of sex. And we quietly gather our things and dress, reveling in the smells and tasting the sex we shared in each kiss as we re-assemble ourselves for the walk home.. sometimes snow days can be so much more than a day in front of the fire…

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My husband was transferred to San Diego to attend school to learn more about his navy job. Finding a place in San Diego was hard because it was very expensive but we found a small two bedroom apartment for us and our son. Although very junior an E-3, guys at the school loved him because he had a car and a place off the base for everyone to hang out.

We would throw parties and all the guys from his school would come over a drink. They would usually drink too much and pass out on the couch or we would have guys all over the apartment sleeping on the floor. It was fun seeing all the guys drunk off their ass and joking around.

One of the guys became real good friends with my husband. Dennis had a lot in common with my husband and they hit it off. He became a regular fixture around the apartment coming over almost everyday and stay the weekends with us. He must have loved our couch because he slept on it all the time.

Dennis was a tall good looking guy that had no problem picking up women. He was 6 foot tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, and very handsome. He would always wear tight shirts or tank tops showing off his big chest and arms and jean shorts fit nicely against his ass. I couldn’t help myself from looking sometimes and dream of him taking me.

Dennis would always flirt with me and rub his crotch against me as he passed me in the kitchen. And I was no better, because I would wear loose fitting tops and no bra and bend over in front of him flashing him my firm 36C breast. At night, I would wear skimpy outfits like a tank top and tiny baggy shorts with no panties that showed off my sexy thighs. And Sex hikayeleri if I sat just right on the love seat he could have a clear view of my full pussy lips.

I turned 21, we decided to have a birthday party and invite all the guys over. Dennis and my husband had a drinking contest and both got smashed. My husband got so drunk that he passed out on the bed. The party winded down and everyone began to leave so Dennis said he would stay to help me clean up the mess.

I was wearing tight fitting jeans and wanted to get out of them so I went to the bedroom and put on my sleeping outfit the tank top and tiny baggy shorts. As we picked up all the empty beer cans and food mess, Dennis kept looking down my shirt at my bare breast. I know he was trying to sneak a peak and I loved every minute of it.

As I was dishes, he would bring me dirty dishes and slide behind me and brush his hard cock against my ass. He was driving me wild and my pussy was getting super wet. I went to get a bowl of the coffee table bending over right in front of him putting my ass right in his face. My shorts were riding up and I am sure he a clear view of my aching pussy.

He followed my back to the kitchen and as I washed the bowl he pinned me against the counter began pressing his hard cock against my ass and kissing my neck. Whispering in my ear, I have to have you now and slid his hands around me cupping my young breast.

I knew that my husband was in the other room and knew it was wrong but I couldn’t stop myself. We began kissing; stripping each others clothes off, and I dropped to my knees taking his hard Sikiş hikayeleri cock in my mouth.

His cock was so thick and big like a baby’s bottle that it was hard to get it in my mouth. Pre-cum was leaking from the head of his cock and it tasted so good. He grabbed me by the hand and led me to the couch and started to eat my pussy. His expert tongue swirled around my clit driving me wild. My pussy has never been eaten so well and he made sure I came twice before he stopped.

He laid me on the couch and rubbed the head of his cock against my swollen clit and dripping wet pussy. I begged him to stick his dick in me and he slowly drove his thick cock deep into me and held it there until I adjusted to his size. He loved my tight pussy and pulled his cock almost out before driving it back in while sucking on my hard nipples.

We reposition so that I was lying over the arm of the couch and he was behind me. Grabbing my hips, he aimed his big tool back at my pussy and drove it completely in making me gasp. I never have been fucked as hard before as he pounded away on my tight cunt with my pussy making sloshing noise as he used me.

He pulled me tightly back onto his cock as I felt his cock began to throb in me. I tried to pull his cock out but it was too late as he grunted and shot his seed deep into me. It seemed like he came forever shooting 3 or 4 times overflowing my sore pussy. His cock slowly slipped out of my well fucked cunt leaving a sloppy mess that ran down my legs and onto the couch arm. Spanking my ass and giving me a kiss on the cheek, he told me to go to bed and the next time he would Erotik hikaye fuck my pussy even better.

My abused cum filled pussy and I quietly walked down the hall to sneak back into the bedroom to where my husband laid passed out. Slipping slowly into bed and being very careful not to wake him, he began to stir. Luckily I had just slid under the sheets when he rolled over moving his body next to mine leaning over to give me a kiss.

As we kissed to his pleasant surprise, he found me lying naked in bed. His hand slid across my naked firm breasts then moving down my side caressing my young naked body coming to rest on my tight ass. He asked me why I was naked and I told him it was because I was hot and hoping that he would wake up to give me a good fucking. His cock got instantly hard and climbed on top of me pushing my legs apart to give him access to my young sweet pussy.

I thought he was going to slide his dick into my pussy but to my surprise. He stop and dove straight down lapping away at my previously well fucked cunt. I thought for sure he would smell the sex on me but he just kept licking away drive his tongue deep into my cum leaking pussy; telling me how wet and sweet I tasted. When he finished eating my pussy and went to give me a kiss I could see some of the remains of Dennis’s cum on his upper lip.

My husband easily slid his rock hard cock into my nasty sloppy pussy. My husband was bragging about how hot he had me and that my pussy was super wet. I could barely feel his little cock in me after Dennis thick cock had given me the best fucking of my life. A couple of thrusts later my husbands cum was now mixed deep inside of me with Dennis’s seed.

A few months later; I became pregnant with my second son. My husband thinks he is the proud father but I am pretty sure it is Dennis son.

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Her name is Ambrea. She was 13 at the time and I was 15. She was not the bombshell that everyone had a crush on, but I wanted her like you couldn’t imagine. She often wore seductive outfits and she was definitely not afraid to show off her nice and firm 38B breasts. It all happened one day when I went over to see if her brother was home. When she opened the door my jaw dropped. She was wearing the lowest cut top and the the shortest shorts I had ever seen. When I found out that her brother wasn’t home I asked if I could come in, to which she said yes. She had MTV on. I engaged her in some small talk which I had done a few times before. The conversation eventually shifted to her ex-boyfriend. She said she was still pissed about it. I comforted her which led to some heavy making out. While making out her hands gradually shifted to my bulge and mine to her tits. After about 5 minutes she took her shirt off along with mine. My hands subtlety reached around and unhooked her bra clasp. After which she threw it aside and demanded that I work her nipples. I was in heaven! I had finally seen the naked boobs that I had fantasized about for so long. As I took one nipple in my mouth I heard her moan ever so softly. As I switched to the other she demanded my pants come off. After my pants came off I slowly removed her black panties. She immediately assumed the position Sex hikayeleri on her knees. She engulfed my cock in her mouse. She could suck like a pro. After I ate her out, we moved to her bedroom. She grabbed a condom from her drawer. She said that she had been noticing me looking for a long time and she enjoyed it. She slowly unwrapped the condom and put it on my stiff cock. I kissed her as I entered her virgin pussy. We were both virgins no more! I went slow at first eventually sped up. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard like I know you have wanted to!” She screamed when she had her first orgasm on my dick. I kissed her deeply as the sense of pleasure tore through her. Shortly after I came in the condom and shouted her name. I played with her tits for 30 minutes after and went home. Good thing her brother wasn’t home!

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Chapter 2

A warm sweet fluid filled my mouth, and an equally warm sensation sparked through my body. I dont know how many of us still remember that correct way for breastfeeding is to put  lips around the nipple and then suck it using tongue and palate. A lot of us would latch on the entire areola and put teeth on it too. Guys, please do that only during foreplay. 

Mausmi and I kept an intense  eye contact as I drank her in. In truth my entire carnal self ached to roll her over, tear apart clothes and make love to every part of her gorgeous body. My penis suffered most and it hurt worse than a feet might hurt after walking 2 miles in shoes 2 size smaller. But I desisted from falling a victim to my own urges. Somehow, call it a man’s instinct, i felt it was a game of endurance or a war of attrition. And women dont like men whom they can outlast. 

Any sensation, no matter how pleasurable, if continued for long can get monotonous and damp even fiery moments.  So at intervals i rolled my tongue over the nipple, brushed it again my lips, lapped her breast and even lightly sunk my teeth on her areola. And then i would suckle her again. 
Gradually her breathing started to get heavier and her bosom started to rise up and fall. It was difficult to bob my face to keep in rhythm with her heaving breast but rhythm, as all of you know, is paramount in intimate association. At a point when  I  sucked the whole cone of her breast, nipple, areola all included, taking it as deep Sex hikayeleri in my mouth it would go and bit definitely on her nipple, she gasped, her eyes widened, her back arched and her thick succulent lips parted just slightly. I took my hand near her face and put the tip of my middle finger between her parted lips. Cliched though this act is, its a winner in right context as it proved then. Mausmi closed down her lips on my finger and I felt her hot burning breath on my knuckle and her hot burning wet mouth on my tip.

“Neelu, take Zanu out and make her sleep” She said in a voice partially choked with flesh and fluid. 

Neelam came over. She looked at me with an unfathomable expression and took the baby outside. 

Mausmi’s both breasts swung free now like a feast before a beggar. I pulled myself up and kissed in her ear. She turned sharply and clutched my mane in a fierce grip. Her breath fogged my vision, her sighs pounded my ears and her skin burned me raw. I closed in and planted a hungry kiss on her thick wanting lips. She returned the kiss fully and in turn pushed her tongue in my mouth. While locked in the kiss i took one of her breasts in my hand. It was warm, heavy and incredibly soft. It will be a crude example but a dough of fresh cream couldn’t be any softer. I kneaded it hard and as i squeezed her nipples they burst out tiny streams of milk  that reminded me of her original invitation. I forcibly broke our kiss at which she hissed and snapped at me but i steadied her and whispered 
“i havent sucked all of your milk” 
moving Sikiş hikayeleri my body down i got my face in level with her breasts again. I joined the two godly orbs from nipples to cleavage and suckled both nipples together, something that would not occur to any goddamn kid in the world. As her barriers of restrain crumbled, she arched, tilted back her head and let out a long moan of want, desire and lust. Without changing my position a bit, i put the flat of my open left palm right on the center of her belly, adducted the middle finger inside her deep seated navel and gave it a twist. I must have touched a hyper sensitive nerve cause with a sudden cry she gave an almighty pelvic thrust that nearly toppled me. I managed to reclaim my posture, but not her legs that had parted in this upheaval and remained splayed at an angle. I twisted my digit in her navel several times and as if connected with a screw there, her legs widened at every twist until she was laying on her elbows in the child-delivery stance,  her pelvis bucking up-down every now and then. 

It may sound incredulous but I suckled and drank her until I actually felt full. Whosoever had said mothers milk is fulfilling couldn’t have said anything more agreeable. But in world there is appetite and then there is hunger. By breastfeeding me, Mausmi had satiated first and fueled the latter. Now i started planting her bosom and belly with an infinite series of random kisses, creating a wet trail that was always pushing south. With my other hand meanwhile massaged and rubbed her  shapely, hairless and Erotik hikaye velvety inner thighs, all the time tracing a curve that pushed north.As i started kissing her lower belly and my fingers traced invisible contours in deep curves of her inner thighs, her involuntary thrusts increased so much in frequency and wavelength ( an impossible thing as per physics showing it still has lot to learn) that i circled her waist with my right arm and pinned her down with some success. 

Her skin tasted like fresh butter and it had an aroma of some exotic flowers, an aroma that strengthened the closer i moved to her flower. And then my face was right over her crotch, looking straight at the prize of the century. The thin and tight material of her hot pant bulged at the bulge of her mons pubis and it split in two lines at slope of her vulva. For some minutes I caressed her inner thighs right up to roundness of her back cleavage, kept my cheek on her belly button with my tongue probing its tiny recess, and cupped her one breast squashing it against its pair. All this to have a deluge of wanton desire and unstoppable passion gush out from her at the opportune moment. Finally i started to unroll her hot pant I lifted her buttocks and raised her legs to take off the cloth. And now all she had was a string panty that had only a tiny triangle of cloth wedged low between her legs. It just concealed her most feminine part and left everything else exposed. Her mound of venus was completely hairless and when i bent to kiss it my lips pressed deep in its cushiony bulge. At last i inserted my finger in the triangular patch and pulled it out revealing a deep wedge and two fleshy petals. But  at this instant Mausmi exclaimed a loud No and pulled herself free of me. 

End of chapter 2. 

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Part Fourteen: A Traitor of Two Nations

Interlude

Yavara sat upon a black throne. She closed her eyes and savored the discordant symphony of wails and moans, the drone punctuated by the clanking of chains and the cracking of whips. Exhaling contentedly, she opened her eyes. Below her laid a spectacle of depravity, churning masses of flesh oscillating to some unheard cadence, their glistening forms bathed in the crimson torchlight. The prisoners’ eyes were wide with horror, as what was being done to them was horrible, but comingled with that horror was a terrible ecstasy. Oh, but they tried to deny it, as high-elves held dignity over all things, but even they, the noblest of races, could not conceal their fall from grace. And what a fall it was, for they’d spent their lives so very high in the world, assured in their perch of superiority over all living things.

Yavara smiled from the corner of her mouth as she savored the sight. She had been a high-elf once, a royal daughter of the very people she now forced into perverse subservience. But that was before she was taken by the orc, before he had his way with her beneath the canopy of the Great Forest. Only the creatures of the woods heard her shrieks of terror and pain, and only they witnessed as the shrieks of pain turned to cries of pleasure. Only they witnessed her metamorphosis, her… fall. Yavara’s fingers began to explore herself as she remembered the moment fondly.

“Your Highness?” Drake Titus asked her.

Yavara opened one eye and smiled to the vampire lord, though in truth, she wished he was someone else. There were very few people left who remembered her before her transformation. Zander had grown distant, and Yavara didn’t understand why, but every passing day seemed to make them strangers to each other. Brock Terdini was dead, though Yavara did not yet know it, for Adrianna and Furia hadn’t yet summoned the courage to tell her. They didn’t want to distract her on this, the most momentous night in history. The Lowlands ambassador to Alkandra, Prince Matthew Dreus, had betrayed her (or at least, that was how it appeared) and Yavara had offered to delay his execution, or even free him if her conditions were met. It all depended on how is father, King Albert Dreus, reacted to the news coming out of Bentius.

Word had come that a coup was taking place in the Highlands. The enemies of Leveria Tiadoa had stormed the castle, and were only minutes away from capturing her. Yavara’s plans had finally been realized; the Highland noble court had turned on their queen. It meant that Yavara would not have to invade her homeland to win the war, but more importantly to her, it meant that her beloved Elena would finally return to her after months of being an unwilling ambassador. Yavara had tried to call her on the mirror earlier that night, but she wasn’t answering. Likely, she was in the thick of it all, fighting alongside Ternias to oust the warmongering Highland queen, and finally bring about the peace she and Yavara had both fought so hard for. Yavara remembered the cryptic message Ternias had sent her only days ago. ‘My time will come, and when it does, I will give you a gift, and you will respond in kind.’ The gift would be her sister. The idea made Yavara absolutely giddy, but she tempered herself. Nothing mattered until she got word from Elena. And so, in the waning hours of the night, she had come down to the throne room to clear her mind.

“Your Highness?” Titus asked her again.

She opened the other eye. “Are the prisoners to your satisfaction, Drake? These spies disguised themselves as dawn-elves. Of course, Arbor knew who they were the moment they stepped into the Great Forest, but she figured it would be easier to just let them walk right into my castle than to bother capturing them herself.”

Titus looked back at the twenty Highland men and women. They were all in some form of bondage, as vampires did so love their bondage, and they were all being beautifully ravaged.

“They are more than satisfactory, Your Highness.” Titus said.

“Good.” Yavara smiled, though it was rueful. “I was just remembering what it was like to be a victim.”

“I can’t say I remember what it’s like.”

“You were a human before Gloria bit you.”

He shrugged. “But I can’t remember.”

“Well, I remember.” Yavara sighed, letting her eyes linger on two high-elves. One was male, and the other was female, and they were holding hands as they were being violated. Siblings? Yes. How sweet. The duo of victims were fortunate enough to have the full attention of the most notorious couple in Alkandra: Soraya Poneria, and Eva Alecia. Furia and Adrianna had bitten the rest of the hybrid elves, giving them all the gift of vampirism without the ills. They were day-walkers like Yavara, transformative creatures who could dabble in the predatory delights of vampirism without the commitment. It was an honor only reserved for those of great importance, for Drake Titus was loath to allow what he deemed ‘half measures.’

The brother was seated atop Eva’s lap, and was staring down with horrified eyes as he was impaled anally by her thick hermaphroditic cock. Such a deep penetration it was, for vampires were all blessed between the legs (and Eva was blessed before her change), but the only pain the young man felt was that of his pride when his own cock rose shamefully between his legs. I doubted he was homosexual, but he could not hide the way he shuddered when his balls rested upon Eva’s dripping slit, nor could he conceal the moan that bubbled from his lips. Between his legs, the voluptuous vampiric Soraya was gently grooming the elf-boy’s sister. The girl was drunk with pleasure, undulating mindlessly within the vampire’s embrace as she was violated by the hands that worked expertly between her legs. She came with an arching back, and screamed joyously to the ceiling, all thought of her circumstances forgotten in the heat of such pure ecstasy. At the precipice of her ascension, Soraya bit the girl, and injected her venom.

“Two fangs!” Titus yelled, and Soraya nodded, closing her eyes to savor the moment. The girl went limp in her arms, then surged into life. Her small, slender elf body became statuesque and curvaceous; her blonde hair became jet black; her blue eyes became red with reptilian pupils; and her mouth became full and crimson, baring two long fangs. She leapt upon her brother, turned his head to the side, and stuck her fangs deep into his throat. He gasped, mouthing soundlessly as he became paler and thinner.

Soraya pulled her new blood-daughter off, and wrestled her gently into submission. When the girl calmed, she looked upon her new mother, and smiled. They kissed, long and passionately, their fingers traversing each other’s bodies without trepidation. When they parted, they shared a wicked grin between them, and turned to face the boy. He objected and pleaded with his sister as he rose and fell to the cadence of Eva’s raping thrusts, but his sister only giggled at her brother’s horror. He didn’t understand. He was not yet enlightened. He would be soon, but for the precious moments he still had in his body, they would enjoy corrupting his innocence.

The girl wrapped her fingers around her brother’s stiff cock, and took it deep into her throat. He stared wide-eyed at her, his face a portrait of disgust and confusion, but oh, there was the forbidden lust in his eyes! Eva could smell it on him, and she drove harder and harder into his ass, her pillowing breasts consuming the sides of his head, swallowing it in succulent flesh as he cried out in bisexual delight, unable to contain his pleasure. Soraya descended upon him with a grin, and he disappeared beneath a pile of beautiful women.

“Exquisite.” Yavara sighed, “Like watching a flower bloom. I remember when it was me, then Elena, then Adrianna.”

“And where is Adrianna?” Titus asked. He was hopelessly enamored with the governess, and blushed for the first time in centuries when Yavara raised her brows at him.

“She’s with Prince Matthew.” Yavara answered, “I imagine she has quite a few questions for him.”

“Ah, yes.” Titus sighed, avoiding Yavara’s smirk.

There was an interruption. It was small, something so innocuous that Yavara didn’t even notice it. It was Zander Fredeon. He’d come down the stairs of the northwest tower, and halted abruptly at the threshold when he saw Yavara. He let out a gasp. After a thousand years, it had finally happened. The Dark Queen was sitting on the Black Throne. His curse was lifted. In the shadows of the stairway, Zander stood rigid and alone, waiting for the relief of his burden to be washed from him. He closed his eyes, let out a long slow breath, and counted down the seconds. Nothing happened. There was no change. When Zander next opened his eyes, he was only confused. Had it happened earlier? Had he not noticed it? No. He would’ve felt the change, for the curse had been ever-present in his life for a millennium, and he still felt its sharpness keenly. He looked upon the chair Yavara sat upon, wondering if it had been mistakenly replaced, but it was unquestionably the petrified ebony of the Black Throne, for he could see the dark energy radiating from it. If the chair wasn’t the problem, then… he drew his eyes slowly to the woman who sat upon it, and felt a creeping, cold horror enter his mind.

Yavara laughed at the embarrassed vampire, and returned her attention to the debauchery of her court. She did not know it at the time, but these precious minutes were the last peaceful moments of her soon to be very short reign. For Yavara did not yet know that Adrianna had betrayed her. She did not yet know that the Lowlands had launched an armada to blockade her city. She did not yet know that Elena Straltaira was already dead. These realizations would cascade upon her over the next coming days, and the weight they placed upon her would destroy her soul. But then, Yavara did not yet know that her very soul had been broken upon its inception. In those precious minutes, Yavara only mused blissfully upon the night that led her to this moment. Then, her hand mirror lit up, showing the sigil of Lucas Ternias. She smiled excitedly, and touched the glass.

Chapter Forty-Seven

LEVERIA

I awoke in silk sheets. My body was clean and healed, my hair soft and fine, no pain between my legs. For a blissful moment, I thought it had all been a nightmare. Then I felt the shackles around my wrists, and saw Lucas Ternias at the foot of my bed.

“Feeling better?” He asked with a slimy smile.

I didn’t answer.

He nodded, and walked around the bed. He tentatively sat down beside me, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. Then he lifted his legs up, and eased himself into a lying position next to me. “You know,” he said, “I’ve never been in bed with a woman before. I’m not gay, mind you. There’s just something about sex that’s just too… intimate.” He turned to look at me, and smiled, “There, now you know my darkest secret. The infamous, devious, master-manipulator of the Noble Court is a fifty-year-old virgin.”

Again, I didn’t answer.

He laughed as though I had. “I often imagined what it would be like to lie with you. You and I were a perfect match, and that was why we became adversaries. Partners are boring, but enemies are worth living for. And yet, there was a part of me that so admired your cunning and beauty that I hoped this moment would come to fruition, and indeed, it has.”

He took the bedsheets in his hands, and slowly slid them off me. I was naked, and he observed every inch of my nudity with a covetous gaze. He reached out, his fingers extending to touch my breast. I closed my eyes, a tear running down my cheek. I felt the heat of his hand hovering over my nipple, and my flesh prickled in disgust. He withdrew, and laughed to himself. “No, I do believe I will die a virgin. There is a barrier between me and the rest of the world, and I cannot for the life of me overcome it. I won’t touch you.”

“How noble.” I hissed.

“Oh, so she does speak!” Ternias laughed, “I worried that I’d heard your last words.”

“You have now.” I said, and shut my lips.

Ternias gave me a rueful look. “I saw what you did to poor Eric, and I could tell by the wholeness of the corpse that you got bored of him. You would not have gotten bored with me, Leveria. You would’ve taken a long, long time. Just like what you did with that assassin Dreus sent.” He chuckled, “Your vice is much more terrible than mine. In truth, if it were up to me, I would’ve just imprisoned you after you’d kissed my ring. All I wanted to see was the acknowledgement of my victory.” He looked almost ashamed, “I took no pleasure in your suffering, but you were too great a foe to give any chance to. I know there are those in the court who are still loyal to you, and I know I must have traitors in my own ranks. I know you have assassins on the payroll, and foreign spies, and connections with underground entities. I needed to show all of them that you are done.”

“Why not just kill me then?”

“You know why.”

I took two deep breaths, and let them out slowly through my nose. “You’re going to give me to Yavara. That’s your peace deal.”

He nodded, a pitiable expression on his face. “I’m afraid that my cruelty was just an appetizer. She’ll need to placate that blood-thirsty horde to get them off our border. I’m sorry for what’s about to happen to you.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am.” He said resolutely, “It’s undoubtedly what you deserve, but I don’t wish it on anyone.” He was silent for a moment, and the morning songbirds chirped out the window. Small flurries floated listlessly by, the first of the season. “How did you find out about Eric?” He asked.

I kept my lips sealed.

He rolled his eyes. “Come now, Leveria. If our places were switched, you’d croon on about how you’d uncovered my plot. I know you’ve fantasized about it.” He leaned in until I could smell his breath, “After all, I’m the only person in the world who can appreciate it.”

I glared at him, hating that he was right. “Huntiata asked me about the battle of Mid Fort. He told me that Eric had said no Highland spell could destroy the causeway. Eric and Huntiata were not on speaking terms, so when Huntiata told me Eric had divulged military secrets to him, I knew he was your man. Eric was stupid, but he was not clumsy. You told him to tell Huntiata. You wanted Huntiata to fear the Dark Queen’s power so that when you coopted Elena’s peace deal in the court, he would go along with it.” I sighed, “It was then that I realized Elena had parroted your lie about Lord Xantian’s contracts; you couldn’t get to Xantian, and so you made me think he’d betrayed me. Eric was supposed to secure Lord Xantian for me after Ambassador Wentz levied his sanctions, but the meeting never happened, because you told Eric not to schedule it.”

“You gleaned all that from two things said by unwitting mouths?” Ternias raised his brows, “Even I underestimated you. I thought Catherine had come babbling.”

“What good would she have done me? The stupid bitch would never have guessed that you intended on marrying Sofia Droughtius.”

Ternias threw back his head, and roared. “Oh, Leveria! Was there nothing you did not uncover?”

“No, but it was too late.” I muttered. “Did you find Elena?”

He reached into his pocket, and dropped a pearl necklace beside me. Her mother’s necklace, the one I’d given her at Castle Thorum. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and nodded.

“Did you love her?” Ternias asked.

“Yes.”

“She was a fascinating woman.”

“You told Yavara I killed her, didn’t you?”

“Yes. By torture.”

I took two more deep breaths through my nose, and let them go. “Now I have said my last words to you, Lucas Ternias.”

ADRIANNA

The crowd roared all around us and above us. It wasn’t the jubilant call we were used to in the arena, but a hateful sound, one that shook the sands beneath us with its intensity. The morning sun caught the specks of flurries, the display of refraction creating great beams of soft light that emerged from between the clouds, and descended to the arena floor. We stood on the scaffolding. Furia was beside me, Eva and Soraya were to my left, and Kiera and Brianna were to my right. Faltia stood alone before us. While we all wore our ceremonial white robes, she was naked, letting the cold sunlight bathe her bronze and tattooed flesh, highlighting the rises of muscle that contoured her form. She held an axe in her hands, and her fingers caressed it lovingly.

The doors on the other side of the arena opened, and the crowd erupted. Yavara marched from beneath the stands, her head adorned with a black crown, her torso covered in a corset, her thigh-high boots ending in garters, which ended in a thin thong. She had a chain in her hand, and at the end of the chain, Prince Matthew Dreus stumbled after her, trying desperately to keep up. He was naked and disheveled, afforded no sleep the night before. He walked in a daze. He tripped and fell, and the crowd jeered him. He struggled to get to his feet, but Yavara never even broke stride, and she dragged him down. He could only crawl after her, flinching as he was pelted with stones thrown from the crowd. So vicious were some of the strikes that I thought he might be killed by one of them, but Yavara made sure the lethal stones didn’t strike him at lethal speeds. He endured fifty yards of crawling through rough gravel on his hands and knees before Yavara yanked him up the steps of the scaffolding. He got to his feet on the top step, his hands and knees raw and bloody, his stare vacant until it met mine. Then it became hateful, filled with such accusation that I actually physically felt it.

“Do not look at her!” Furia snapped at him, “How can you bear to meet her eyes? Have you no shame?”

He looked steadily at Furia. “I would need guilt to have shame, Furia.”

Eva spit in his face. “You sniveling bastard!”

He turned to her. “Alexa and I will wait for you.”

She decked him so hard that he hit the floor, and the audience roared their appreciation. Yavara dragged him across the scaffolding boards, and forced him to his knees before the chopping block. The crowd’s pitch of excitement grew higher as Yavara pushed Prince Matthew’s head down onto the block, but then she raised her hand for silence, and all in attendance quieted.

“People of Alkandra, I have not come to speak to you of justice.” She said, “Justice is institutional. It is societal restitution. It’s cold and soulless. It will not give you peace. It will not give you comfort. What will transpire here is justice. Prince Matthew Dreus has committed a crime against Alkandra. He has betrayed those who trusted and loved him, and now he will die for it. That is justice.” She paused, wiping a tear from her eye. I hadn’t seen her all morning, but looking at her now, I could tell something had transpired in the night. Her breath came from her in slow tremoring whispers, and she would not look at any of us.

“Yavara, what happened?” I asked.

“She killed Elena, Adrianna.” Yavara muttered, “She knew she was going to lose, so she cut her to pieces while she was still alive.”

“What?!” I hissed.

Yavara looked up at the stands, and her voice projected from her, terrible and commanding, splitting the air. “People of Alkandra, I have not come to speak to you of justice; I have come to speak of vengeance.”

The people of Alkandra answered with a hundred-thousand cries of glee, stomping their feet, thrusting their fists into the air.

Yavara held out her arms. “Two days from now, Queen Leveria Sex hikayeleri Tiadoa will kneel before you, and she will know Alkandran vengeance! She will feel every bit of the pain she has inflicted upon us, and then she will feel more!”

The stands churned with excitement, a sea of frenzied bodies all moving to the frequency of vengeance. Yavara stepped back, and nodded to Faltia. Faltia hoisted her axe, and the sounds of excitement rose. She looked down upon Prince Matthew, and he looked back up at her.

“Will you tell me why you did it?” she asked him.

“There’s nothing to tell,” he said, and turned his head downward, closing his eyes.

Faltia raised the axe overhead, and swung. She imbedded the blade into the wood with a thud, and Prince Matthew’s head tumbled from his spurting neck, and bounced onto the sands below. I had never heard a sound so great as what came from the Alkandran people then, and I had never heard a sound so terrible as Furia’s cheer joining their chorus.

FIELD MARSHAL SHORDIAN

“…I am deeply sorry for the loss of your nephew.” King Ternias said solemnly, “I sent the entire city watch into the castle to rescue him, but we were too late.”

“You did all you could, Your Highness.” I mumbled.

I could tell he liked it when I gave him the honorific. The pleasure centers on his face lit up, and he failed to conceal his smile. “Rest assured,” he said, “the murderous traitor will pay for her crimes.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” I said numbly. I’d seen my nephew a grand total of three times in my life, and if I was being really honest, I never really liked him. Eric’s greatest accomplishment in life was marrying Leveria Tiadoa, a woman whose stock and station was so much higher than his own that the match was laughable. She was a queen who knew what it truly meant to rule, who understood the weight of sacrifice and the need for ruthlessness. She had great vision, she had grand ambition, and she had the will and grit to achieve what she set her mind to, and Eric had decided to hitch his wagon to small-minded cowards like Lucas Ternias. As far as I was concerned, he got what he deserved.

“…and when will I get to meet her?” King Ternias asked.

I blinked. “I am sorry, Your Highness, my ears are failing me. What did you say?”

“Your granddaughter, Maya; when will I get to meet her?”

“I’ll uh… I’ll make the introductions when I return to court. I suppose I’ll be called to represent my family now.”

“No need, Field Marshal. The Noble Court has been suspended indefinitely for the sake of national security.”

Of course, I thought bitterly, but said, “A wise decision, Your Highness. Is there anything else?”

“No. The people eagerly await your arrival. Thank you, Field Marshal.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” I mumbled, and palmed the glass. His visage faded, leaving only my haggard reflection. God, I’d gotten old. The lines in my brow and cheeks bespoke decades of marching in the blistering sun, a spear on my shoulder, a pack on my back. I would walk twenty miles a day with a light step, but now, I did not think I could even shoulder my old spear, much less carry it. It wasn’t that it was too heavy, but it weighed so, so much.

I turned around, and watched the great black horde of Alkandra file-in upon the land-bridges that spanned the marshlands. Rancid fumes burbled around the walkways, belching steam through the blankets of snow that crusted the treacherous terrain. It was like the horde was walking right into hell, but on the other side of it, there was a future. Behind me, there were rolling hills and magnificent valleys, but there was nothing there waiting for us. Oh, they’d celebrate us as victors, but the pomp and parades would be but a veil to cover the festering defeat.

“General Florence Krakis, I hereby appoint you commander of the Highland Defense Force.” I said, pinning the lapels on his uniform. The cavalry division was all that was needed to patrol the border now, and though Krakis had some foolish ideas about offensive tactics, he was a great equestrian commander. He saluted me smartly, and I saluted him back.

The audience applauded unenthusiastically, and the ceremony ended with the band playing a dispirited anthem. The officers who had survived the war no longer had any taste for the pageantry of militarism. They walked over to their respective regiments, most of which were at least half of what they were before we left the Highlands. Some of them simply weren’t there at all. Thirty-thousand men in gold armor stood in a state of abject surrender, simply waiting to finally go home. The orders were given, and the army marched westward.

“Field Marshal Shordian?” General Krakis asked.

“Yes?”

“The weapon you requested… it’s done.”

I raised my brows. “Who volunteered?”

“Joshua Jaren, sir.”

“Let me see.”

Krakis led me to the royal mages’ tent. The twenty solemn robed men and women stood around a bed. Within the bed, was a man so shrunken it looked like everything had been sucked out of him. His skin was like a sheet over his bones, no muscle nor fat to fill him. His dead eyes were glossy as they stared into the black infinity beyond the world, and his lips were still curled with his final words. His death curse.

“Field Marshal.” First Mage Lucian said with a bow of his head, and presented a sword to me. It was a standard-issue broadsword forged hastily by dwarven blacksmiths. There was nothing particularly unique about its appearance, and that was one of the reasons it was so deadly. It was a request I’d given out of desperation. The Dark Queen was killing a thousand of my men a day, and no tactics, nor magic, nor might of will could stop her. Not even the mages could stop her, for she’d struck with the randomness and suddenness of lightning. We needed something that could strike just the same; a weapon that could be swung by any soldier at any time, with a blade that could cleave through any arcane shield and render the wound it made unhealable. First Mage Lucian told me they would need seven death curses from seven of the Highland’s best mages to create such a weapon. Six brave men and women made the ultimate sacrifice, but none others would, until Joshua Jaren volunteered a day too late.

I shook my head, and sighed. “The war is over. Destroy it.”

“Field Marshal?!” Krakis gasped, “You can’t!”

“The very knowledge of this weapon could start another war.” I pointed around the room, “There are twenty-two witnesses here, and this information is priceless.”

“With all due respect, Field Marshal,” Lucian said, “go to hell.”

“That was an order, First Mage.”

“I don’t take orders from you.”

“Ternias will say the same.”

“I don’t recognize King Ternias.” Lucian said, and raised his hands to his sides, “None of us do. He is a despot.”

“And he’s still the king.”

“Queen Leveria Tiadoa is our queen.”

“Here, here!” Krakis growled.

“Are you priests?” I grunted, “Join the fucking church if you want to follow a dead woman.”

“But her orders still need to be carried out.” Krakis said, then stepped urgently toward me, “Field Marshal, last night she called me and—”

“No, General Krakis. Just… no. It’s over. We lost.”

“There’s still a chance!”

“There’s not.” I sighed, and patted his shoulder. “That fight is over, and a new fight begins. Once I wipe out those rebels in Feractianas and those damnable warg packs, I’m retiring. I’ll be just another drunk fool in a kingdom of drunk fools. But you, you’ll hold this line for the rest of your life.” I pointed to the mages, “Remember this: a thriving nation fights outward, and a dying nation fights inward. Whatever you do, you must fight for unity, or one day we’ll be nothing but a bunch of little pieces that Alkandra will eat up bit by bit.”

He nodded. “Understood, sir.”

“Destroy it, Krakis, or it will destroy us.” I muttered, then turned around, and began my long march back to the Highlands.

ZANDER

I’d always fancied Thomas Adarian’s masculine ruggedness, but the woman he’d become was an absolute vision of elven beauty. What was stranger, was that she knew how to use her beauty like she’d grown into it over decades, and not months after being transformed. The Thomas Adarian I had known was as rigid in his ways as an oak, but this Adrianna was shapeless and cunning beyond her years. Had it not been for the little bit of Thomas Adarian left in her, she might’ve been the cornerstone of a nation. Now, I wasn’t sure if I should let her leave the room alive.

“They’ll be here in five days.” She finished her confession, a cigarette smoldering between her fingers.

I puffed on my pipe, the thick smoke filling the air above us in the vaulted ceiling of the high tower. Outside, the afterglow of the morning’s execution hummed merrily through the populace, the jubilant sounds rising from the streets and boroughs. All of them, celebrating the death of an innocent man. If I ever saw Leveria Tiadoa again, I would shake her hand for a game well played. Where had I erred? What had tipped my hand?

“You were once a military man,” I said, a stream of blue smoke cascading from my lips, “what strength is the Lowland navy?”

“Five-hundred warships at least. Each one will have siege capability, and an Ardeni mage at the helm.”

“Trained by none other than Prestira Rasloraca herself.” I sighed, “She has a way of spiting me even in death.”

Adrianna said nothing, and instead stared at the cigarette in her fingers.

I scratched at my beard. “You have many tattoos now. Symbols of your loved ones, your deeds, and your guilt. Sherok Terdini is inked into you back, and now Alexa’s symbol weighs heavily upon your breast.”

“It does.” She said softly.

“But where is Prestira?”

She punched out her cigarette, and ***********ed another one from the box. I could tell she wasn’t an experienced smoker, but she longed for the distraction it bought her. She lit it, sucked it between her perfect lips, and let the smoke cascade from her nostrils. “I’m an Alkandran. Alkandrans tattoo their lives on their bodies. Those I put on me are also Alkandran, but Prestira would never have truly been one of us.”

I raised my brows. “And me?”

“You know the answer to that yourself, Zander.”

“I guess you’re right. I was always an outsider in Alkandi’s kingdom, and it was her doom after all.” I turned my eyes up to meet hers, “And now you have walked in my footsteps, Adrianna. What a fool you are. You call yourself an Alkandran.”

“I know what I am.” She said with equal parts shame and pride.

I ran my hands through my hair, and let out a long breath. “Do you want me to kill you right now?” I asked her.

“As oppose to?”

“Exile.”

Adrianna kept her composure admirably, but her fingers quivered around her cigarette. I could tell she was weighing all the options, and none of them were the two I’d presented her with. “There’s no getting out of this.” I said softly.

“I came to you in confidence.”

“And I am being merciful.” I said, and set my pipe down on the table, “Do you know where Queen Yavara is now?”

“No.”

“No one does. She left without a word. I don’t know where she is, but I know who she is with.”

“Leveria.”

“Yes.” I said solemnly, “You know what Yavara is capable of when she’s grieving. Leveria will sing about you just to make the music stop. When Yavara comes back, you better be far, far away, or already in the ground.”

She swallowed, tears twinkling in her eyes. She pursed her lips around the cigarette, and inhaled like a drowning woman. “Arthur Dreus will burn this city to ash once he hears of what was done to Matthew. I must stay here to—”

“The war is over, Governess. The horde will be here a day before the fleet, and besides that, we have the Dark Queen.” I said, “You haven’t seen what I’ve seen, Adrianna. Yavara is more god than mortal; it is why you must leave now if you want any chance of survival. I will inform the other hybrids—”

“No. I’ll tell them.”

I shook my head pitiably. “Don’t do that to yourself.”

“They know I always did what I thought was right for them.” She hissed, “They know I always loved them. We’re bound by more than blood.”

“Of course, Adrianna. That’s why they’ll hate you.” I said, and cast a spell. Adrianna pitched forward, and screamed. She clutched the sides of her head as the veins protruded from her temples and brow, each of them pulsing wildly. When the spell ran its course, she fell backwards into her chair, breathing heavily, her cigarette squished between her knuckles.

“I just severed the vampiric connection you have with the others.” I said, “You’ll no longer be able to communicate with them telepathically.” I reached into my cloak, and pulled out a medallion. I placed it on the table, and slid it to Adrianna. “This is a portal that can be used only once. It will take you to where ever you want to go, as long as you’ve been there before. You were a well-traveled man; I suggest you go far away.”

She stared at the medallion, her fingers trembling around the smoldering cigarette. “Right now?”

I nodded. “You will either leave this room through that portal, or as a corpse. I told you, Adrianna, that there’s no getting out of this. If you come within a hundred miles of this place ever again, I will know, and then you will die a traitor’s death.”

She looked from the medallion, to me. “And what will you say to Yavara when she asks why you let a traitor go?”

“I’ll lie to her, of course.” I smiled, and tapped my fingers impatiently on the tabletop. “I was wrong about you after all, Thomas. You weren’t worth saving. I should’ve let Yavara kill you back at Castle Thorum. Anyway… ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two…”

And Adrianna let out a cry of anguish, and snatched the medallion from the table. There was a flash of green light, and she was gone. I leaned back in my chair, and looked at the man who’d been standing silently in the corner. Verto had come back through my portal earlier, and had told me much. The morning had been one full of revelations.

“Needless to say, you will never speak of what you just saw.” I said to him.

“I didn’t see anything at all.”

I nodded, then looked gravely at him. “You were supposed to keep Elena alive.”

“She was alive the last time I saw her. We’d just escaped a house full of assassins. I don’t know why she went back.”

I pulled at my beard, puzzling over the situation. “You said Ternias wanted her dead?”

“That’s right.”

“Why? In the end, didn’t they have the same goal?”

“She was becoming too powerful in the court.”

“They would seem like natural allies—perfect partners, even. Elena never cared for power except as a means to an end, and Ternias’s endgame was power by whatever means.” I tapped my lips, “We’re missing something, Verto.”

Verto shrugged. “Does it matter?”

I inclined my head, then sighed. “No, I suppose it doesn’t. The intentions of King Lucas Ternias are of little interest to us now.” I looked at the map of Tenvalia Adrianna had hanging in her study, “The Highland Kingdom doesn’t matter anymore. They will soon be nothing but hillbillies with noble names.”

Verto nodded. “And why did you let a Highland traitor like Adrianna live?”

I smiled wryly up at him. “I believe I’ve answered enough of your questions, Verto.” I kicked the box of gold to him. He opened it, and his eyes lit up. “Remember,” I said purposefully, “not a word.”

“Not a word.” He echoed, and practically skipped out of the room.

When he was gone, the only sound left in the room was the drone of the metropolis coming through the windows. The skull that topped my staff stared back at me, the eyeless sockets judging my every motion. If it weren’t for the seedling of doubt that had been planted in my mind, I would’ve killed Adrianna outright, but the seedling was there, and I decided to see how it would branch. Adrianna was the most powerful woman in the city—more powerful even than Yavara in terms of the loyalties she commanded. I wanted to keep those loyalties available to me.

I pondered the seedling of doubt. For a thousand years, I’d imagined the release I’d feel when I finally saw the reincarnation of Alkandi sitting in that chair, but there was nothing. Yavara had sat upon the Black Throne, and nothing had changed. Alkandi’s death curse still petrified me with false youth, a mummy of a thirty-year-old man. I remembered the words her astral soul had uttered to me when she first visited my mind. “Until I once again sit on the Black Throne in the reborn kingdom of Alkandra, you will suffer life indefinitely.” There wasn’t room for interpretation, nor misinterpretation. It was as direct a curse as could be made, and only resolved by one condition. I had done it. I had fucking done it, so why was I still cursed?!

“You’re a cunt, you know that?” I said to Alkandi. Her skull just grinned back, and it made me laugh, relieving some of the tension that had wound within me. I would set myself to resolving this personal problem tomorrow, but today, there were matters of state to attend to. I set my staff and my doubts aside for a moment, and pulled out the mirror in my robes. With all the activity last night, there were sure to be some calls that would be quite revealing. But when I tapped the mirror, there was nothing. All of the sigils were gone, and the logs were too. I tapped the mirror in Adrianna’s office. Hundreds of sigils appeared, and I scrolled through them. Most were merchant vessels with mirrors atop their mastheads, and there were a few score from the Lowlands who were connected to the Alkandra-Ardeni relay, but of the Highland sigils, there were none. Under orders from Yavara, King Lucas Ternias had destroyed the Jonian Spire.

LEVERIA

I was staring up at a body-length mirror. It was the same enchanted mirror that I had installed in Elena’s cell before she arrived in Castle Thorum. I was in that cell now, strapped onto the same board as she had been, illuminated by the same square of light that shined through the barred window. Ternias’s mages had sent me here through the portal, and Ternias’s men had locked me in this cage, but the irony of it all could only have been orchestrated by one woman.

“God, what a hot piece of ass she is,” one of my door guards said.

“Royal ass, man. The cream of the crop,” the other said.

“Can’t we just—”

“Sergeant said not to touch her.”

“Yeah, but who gives a shit what sergeant says?”

“Look, if it was up to me, I’d be in that cell with you, but it ain’t the sergeant I’m worried about. It ain’t the lieutenant, or the captain, or the major, or the colonel, or even the general. Shit, it ain’t even the king. Do you know who’s coming here today?”

“You don’t mean…”

“Yeah, I fucking do.”

“That’s why the regiment’s moving out later!”

“Just in case you’re wondering who actually won the war.” The guard snorted, “The king gives up Castle Thorum for two days like it’s a fucking hotel.”

“You wanna stick around?” The first guard laughed nervously, “You remember what she did to this place the last time, and those were rangers defending it.”

“I’m surprised King Ternias doesn’t have us doing her laundry is all. Fucking disgraceful if you ask me.”

“It’s her fault.” The guard said, tapping the bars of my cell door, “She was the one who lost the war. Far as I’m concerned, her sister can fucking have her.”

“Aye. Sikiş hikayeleri I’m just glad I won’t be here to see it. Come on, the regiment’s moving out in an hour. We don’t need to guard this door. She’s not going anywhere.”

I didn’t think I’d miss their conversation, but when I heard the fading bootsteps of the fleeing regiment, I found myself longing for it. I waited for hours. The square of light moved slowly from left to right with the angle of the sun, becoming dimmer and dimmer. There was a constant drip of water that interrupted the pervading silence. Drip, drip, drip. It was the space between drips that terrified me. That silence. Drip, drip, drip. That silence carried the drip through empty stone halls, through vacant barracks, through the abandoned main corridor that looked out upon the bridge. Drip, drip, drip. Its echo sounded throughout the castle, seeming to touch the ramparts above. It was like I could see the entire structure from the different tones that sang back to me, hollow and foreboding, whispering of the great monolith of stone that stood atop me, pinning me beneath it. Drip, drip, drip. Drip, drip, drip. Drip, drip, drip, screech.

A door with rusted hinges was opened five floors above me. Drip, drip, drip. Click, click, click. The sound of boot heels walking down stone steps. Drip, drip, drip. Click, click, click. Four floors above me. Drip, drip, drip. Click, click, click. Three floors. Drip, drip, drip. Click, click, click. Two. Drip. Squeak. A faucet was turned off, and the dripping ceased. Click, click, click. Bootsteps right above me. Screech. The rusted hinges of the catacomb door sounded. Click, click, click, click, click, click. The clicking stopped right outside my cell door. A pair of orange eyes stared at me from the blackness.

“Hello, Leveria.” She whispered.

“You sure took your time getting here.”

“I got lost on the third floor. That damn hallway just ends in a wall. Who designs a building like that?”

“It was a great spot for hide-and-seek.”

“So that’s where you always went.”

“No, I went through the portal back to Bentius before you were done counting.”

She laughed. “Always cheating.”

“I just never wanted to play with you.”

Yavara laughed harder, and opened the door. It was the first time I’d seen her in the flesh since she’d gone off on that fateful solo excursion. She was terrifyingly beautiful; her curvaceous body painted bronze, her chiseled face alight with glowing orange irises and maned with wavy black hair. It was strange how up until this point, I always thought of her as my little sister. Not anymore. This was the Dark Queen, a legend, a nightmare, and the expression upon her deific face chilled me to the marrow. She walked around me, and stopped behind my head, looming over me. She reached out with her little dainty fingers, and she brushed the hair from my damp forehead.

“I heard you put on quite a show for the people of Bentius.” She said.

“A performance for the ages.”

“But not your final act.” Yavara smiled, and gently framed my face with her hands, “You have one more performance, Leveria. It will be your greatest work, so I’ve given us two days to rehearse. The same two days you gave Elena in this very room.”

“It wasn’t me.” I said.

She giggled. “I wondered if you would deny it outright, or defiantly admit it and spit in my face. I’m disappointed in you, big sis; I thought it would take longer than that to break you.”

Her hands began to get warmer. Her orange eyes sparkled cruelly. Her hands became hot. Her eyes widened, a wild glint in them. Her hands were searing. I was screaming, thrashing in my binds, my vision blurring, pulsing with the pounding in my head. Smoke billowed from my cheeks, the flesh hissed and crackled, the rank spell of fried meat filled my nostrils. She ripped her hands away, and my melted cheeks tore off with them, leaving two raw handprints with black outlines on the sides of my face. I shrieked, staring wide-eyed at the ruin that had become my visage, the pain, oh, the pain burning like her hands were still there, like the fire was moving beneath the flesh. She gazed at me, my screaming portrait reflected in her merciless eyes, and she placed her hands back on my face. The pain was gone. She pulled her hands away, and my face was whole again.

“You thought you knew horror?” She asked me, “You thought you knew pain? The things you did were child’s play, Leveria. You can’t hurt a limb that’s already been severed, but I can. I’m going to tear you to pieces and put you back together. Over, and over, and over again.”

“No, you won’t.” I croaked.

“Do I hear one of your condescending soliloquies coming?”

“You’re not like me, Yavara. You have to hate to hurt. I don’t have to feel anything.”

“You’re going to feel quite a bit, Leveria.” She said, and put her thumbs over my eyes, “But you’re not going to see much for a while.”

“Wait!” I screamed. She tittered, and her thumbs became warm.

SHERMAN HUNTIATA

Most of the noble district had been burned down, bodies littered the streets, the hospital was overwhelmed, and half the Nobles were dead. Eric Shordian had been cut to pieces, Percian Feltian was missing, Sofia Droughtius’s crisped body had been recovered, and Elena Straltaira’s body had been fished out of the bay. Most people heard she’d been tortured to death alongside Eric Shordian. That was what Ternias had told everyone, and what the watchmen parroted, but I knew the truth. Watch Commander Darius had been on the top floor when the dark-blooded nun attacked like a vengeful angel. The story would’ve become legend, but Ternias made sure the legend stayed a myth, but I knew. She’d been calling for me all the time she fought, right up until the moment she died. I hadn’t been there to save her. I hadn’t been there to turn my men around, and arrest Lucas Ternias for his treason. Now my absence had made me party to that treason, and the deed was done.

“I should tell everyone.” I growled to King Ternias, surveying the wreckage of the district.

“What good would that do you, my lord?” He asked, “No one would believe you outside those who already know the truth, and those who already know the truth will never speak it. What’s done is done. For the good of the kingdom, you must accept what has happened. It is what Elena would have wanted.”

“I sincerely doubt she wanted this.”

He brushed off the mixture of ash and snow that salted his shoulders, “The Dark Queen has pulled her horde from the border, our army is marching to crush the rebellion and the Night Wolf, trade has opened through the Midlands, and our people will not starve. Is this not what Elena wanted?”

I didn’t respond for a while, only stared out at the smoldering ruins that used to be the Straltaira manor. “If you wanted all that she wanted, then why did you want her dead?”

“Because she did not want all that I wanted. I wanted to be king, and Elena Straltaira was in love with the queen.”

“Bullshit.”

“Why else would she fight so desperately to save her?”

I didn’t say anything, fearing that any words that came from my mouth would be choked with guilt.

Ternias clapped me on the shoulder. “Great deeds are never done greatly, Lord Huntiata. Like making sausage, the recipes of power are best left unknown.” He walked away, flanked by the newly-appointed royal guards he’d ***********ed from the remnants of the city watch. There was no city watch anymore. I’d unwittingly given the pride and power of my family to Lucas fucking Ternias, and I didn’t even have a penny to show for it.

I walked the bloodstained cobblestone roads, making the circuit of the noble district. The finance district had reopened now that the war was over, and the bankers and investors poured into it from the minor noble manors, giving life to the great marble and stone halls. My own bank was undoubtedly bustling with activity, and my merchants were most assuredly reestablishing contracts with the Lowlands, and trying to establish new contracts with Alkandra. Money took precedent over hatred, and really, it was the little people who harbored the hatred of nations. Those in positions of true power did not see the world as a tapestry of borders, but only as a cast of characters like themselves.

“Sherman?” A woman’s voice queried.

“Hello, Catherine.” I said to Lady Jonias. She looked utterly exhausted. “Why are you not with your betrothed?”

“Lucas called off the engagement.”

I raised my brows. “You don’t seem too sour about it.”

“I knew it was coming. I thought he had his eyes set on the Straltaira bitch, but it was—I’m sorry Sherman, I know you liked her. Anyway, it was the Droughtius slut he actually wanted, but she ended up being collateral damage, so he proposed to Maya Shordian.”

“The field marshal’s granddaughter?”

“He took a page out of Leveria’s playbook and married the army. Of course, he already had House Shordian on the line, but Eric was an easy fish to catch. The field marshal’s continued loyalty requires better bait.”

“Consolidation of the military, and destruction of the aristocracy. He’s suspended court indefinitely pending a corruption investigation.”

“A thinly-veiled threat.” She snorted.

“The court will be a puppet show when it reopens, and none of us will be in it.”

“And the Jonian Spire was demolished.” Catherine sighed, “The pride of my family, wiped out to placate that whore in Alkandra.”

“That’s not why he did it. He did it because he doesn’t want any of us talking to the Lowlands.”

“He’s made us into a hermit kingdom.”

I gazed up at the high castle tower, “It’s not a kingdom anymore; it’s a dictatorship.”

Catherine looked out at the ruins of the district. “It’s quite the turn of events, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Lucas never respected people, but I always thought he respected their positions.” She twisted her lips, “He forever tarnished the crown doing what he did to Leveria.”

“It was disgraceful.”

“I almost feel bad for her.”

I sighed, my breath coming out in a billow of fog. “He sold us all by selling Leveria to her sister. No one will ever respect us again.”

“He doesn’t care, Sherman. He never did. If the Highlands were but a hill of cow shit, Lucas would gladly plant his throne atop it.”

I snorted. “I’m not sure if the Highlands is much better. At least cow shit has utility.”

“And we’re built on bullshit.” She chuckled.

I chuckled with her, then glanced at her face. “What will you do now?”

She shrugged. “Find a husband, pop out a few kids, grow old, and die. My ambition is gone. I just want to drink wine and get fat.”

“Doesn’t sound too bad.” I laughed, “I think I’ll do some of that myself.”

She laughed musically for a moment, then it waned in her throat. The mirth left her face, and she frowned to herself.

“What?” I asked.

“I always knew I was bad at playing politics. Deception was never an art of mine. I always spoke my mind, and I could never decipher the unsaid words in conversation. I was ham-handed with my plots, and I likely lost us the Battle of the Tundra with my mismanagement of the army. My father should have never appointed me.” She looked at me purposefully, “I don’t know how to steer a conversation into a proposition. I don’t know if you’re being friendly, or if there’s something cryptic in your words. What I’m trying to say, Sherman, is that I am being very careful right now, and I want to know if you would like to be careful with me.”

I raised my brows. “Is it treason?”

“Not quite. Not yet.”

A smile curled across my lips. “I am intrigued.”

ADRIANNA

I didn’t have time to consider my destination before I grabbed Zander’s medallion. The first thought that ran through my head was ‘take me home’ but I didn’t know where that was. Alkandra was no longer my home, nor was Castle Thorum. So, the medallion had taken me… home. I stood in my childhood bedroom of my parent’s old estate, blinking like a fool in the afternoon sunlight. The snows had not reached the southern province of Feractianas, and so the chill that came through the open window was mild. I remembered when I was young, and my father had nailed the window shut to keep me from scurrying out of it for nighttime adventures. He went so far as to remove the hinges and place bolts within it instead. Needless to say, the window did not open. It was shattered, the glass strewn in shards upon the floor, catching the sunlight to paint fractal rainbows upon the bloodstained walls. There were bodies in the corners, the corpses bloated with rot. Not my parents, for they were long dead, nor my siblings, for they were long gone. The estate had gone to a rival baroness, a woman I’d never met, but her body most assuredly rested in this mausoleum.

Even if my parents and siblings were amongst the slain, I wondered if I would feel grief for them. They had not been my family for quite some time. The rangers had been my brothers and sisters, and then the hybrids after. As I walked through the halls of my childhood, my mind only went to those I’d left in Alkandra. I remembered the way they had looked upon Matthew, and it chilled me to my core to imagine those gazes on me. Eva with her eyes full of limitless wrath, Soraya with tears of immeasurable disappointment, Kiera looking right through me like I wasn’t even there, Brianna with her questioning gaze, and Faltia, her admiration of me crumbling in her eyes, replaced with an expression of the utmost betrayal. And Furia… Maybe Zander had been right; maybe it was better that I never saw them again. What a coward I was.

I stepped into the atrium, and looked down the expansive steps. A battle had raged here, bannermen fighting nonuniformed women and elderly. Their bodies painted a picture of what had occurred, the story told from the broken bars on the doors, to the smashed barricade at the base of the stairs, to the final deformed bannerman stabbed a dozen times at the top of the landing. News of the Feractianas rebellion had reached my ears a week prior, but it was a footnote to me at the time, a piece of information so inconsequential that it ranked somewhere between the itch on my left arm and the growing need to piss. Now, it was home.

I heard the elf long before she showed herself. I’d heard her the moment I’d stepped out of my bedroom. If I’d so desired, I could’ve ambushed her ten different times on my way to the atrium, but I had no such compunctions. I let her flank me, and when she stepped into my periphery with her bow drawn, I raised my arms steadily above my head.

“Where did you come from?” She asked, her voice shaking.

“Upstairs.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Only a minute. I traveled by portal.”

She snuck around the edge of my vision. She was a young woman, though it was always hard to tell with high-elves. They aged gracefully until the last of their youth was sapped, then they turned into prunes at around seventy. They. It had been so long since I’d last seen one of my former kind, and I did not know when I had mentally changed from ‘us’ to ‘them.’

“You’re an Alkandran hybrid.” She whispered, stepping into my vision.

“Yes.”

“How did you get here?”

“I just told you,” I said steadily, “I traveled by portal.”

“Why?” She hissed, her bow quivering with tension.

“Put the weapon down, please.” I said, “You can’t hold it for much longer.”

“Answer the fucking question!” She yelled.

“Look, you can’t—” and the bow snapped from her failing fingers. The arrow shot right for my neck, and in the split-second it took to travel the twenty feet between us, I contemplated whether it was worth catching. I resigned myself to life when the arrow was three feet from me, and snatched it, my arm jolting. The woman had not meant to loose, and she cried out in dismay. Her dismay turned to horror when I was standing right in front of her a moment later, placing the arrow into the scant quiver slung across her hip.

“You’re supposed to leave slack on the bowstring.” I said to her, tugging on the string, “The weaker your drawing arm becomes, the less accurate you are. It only takes a moment to pull back and shoot.”

She scampered back with a yelp, and fumbled with another arrow. I sighed, rushed her, and tore the bow from her hands. She attempted to leap off the top step, and I caught her before she shattered her legs on the landing below. “Stop!” I said firmly when she attempted to squirm out of my hold, “I’m not here to hurt you.”

She struggled vainly for a minute, then relaxed when she realized there was no getting out of the hold. Her breath decelerated, and with a shaking voice, she whispered, “Then why are you here?”

I sighed into her hair. “I don’t really know.”

ZANDER

The hybrids had all reacted differently when I told them the news. Eva had tried to strangle me, Soraya had fallen to her knees and wept, Faltia had screamed at me, Kiera threw whatever she could find at me, Brianna tried to bargain with me like the truth could be haggled, and Furia had just sat and stared at me. I sat silently behind my arcane shield, allowing chairs and pots to shatter against it, softening the blows dealt by Eva’s fist so that she didn’t break her hand when she tried to break my jaw. Faltia paced back and forth before me, directing every military insult she could think of between her panting breaths. Brianna kept trying to reason with me, even going so far as to pull up a chair and explain why I was wrong. When Eva noticed Soraya weeping on the floor, she began screaming at her, enraged that Soraya would so easily accept my ‘lie.’ Furia just stared at me through the chaos, not even blinking. When Eva’s wrath reached a fever-pitch, Furia stood up, walked over to her, and slapped her so hard that Eva was thrown to the floor. Then, everyone went silent.

“Furia?” Brianna asked, gaping at her.

Furia closed her eyes, and took in two deep breaths. She let them out through her nose, and when she next opened her eyes, tears poured down her cheeks. “We all know Adrianna,” she whispered, “we all know what she’s capable of. She did this.”

Faltia shook her head, her lips trembling. “Furia, you can’t mean that. If she did this, then…” Faltia swallowed, and barely hissed the name, “…Alexa.”

“She was deceived,” Furia said softly, “but she still harbored the assassin. She knew what kind of woman Leveria is. And when it happened, she didn’t say a thing. She let you kill Prince Matthew, she sent an armada to our doorstep, and she… she…” Furia’s fists balled at her sides, and she hissed, “…she’s the reason only Alexa’s dead.”

Faltia’s face lost all color. She stumbled forward, and dropped to her knees. Kiera barely caught her before her face hit the floor. Soraya cried out, and curled herself into Eva’s arms. Eva held her beloved tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her piercing teal gaze fell on me, and she hissed, “Where is she, Zander?”

I cleared my throat. “She wanted to come and confess herself,” I said, “but I wouldn’t let her do it.”

“Why not?” Furia asked.

“I didn’t want her to bear that shame. She deserved that much, I thought.”

“Where is she?!” Eva screamed.

I cleared my throat again, louder this time. “I wanted to avoid a national incident, so I was discrete. Yavara already has so much wearing on her, and—”

“WHERE IS SHE, OLD MAN?!” Eva screeched.

Furia held up her hand, and Eva’s wrath was quelled. Furia looked at me, and asked the same Erotik hikaye question. “Where is she now, Zander?”

“After she was done with her confession, I gave her a choice. She could either live in exile, or I could execute her on the spot.” I reached into my cloak, and produced an urn. I set it before me, and stood up. “It was painless,” I muttered solemnly, “and done with dignity. She wanted you all to have her remains to do with as you saw fit.”

They all just stared at the urn I had set before them, their mouths hanging ajar. Then they looked up at me. There was no hate in their gazes, nor wrath, but disbelief. The disbelief became realization soon after. Furia stepped forward, her gait unsure and wobbly, like that of a toddler learning her first steps. She bent at the hips, and grasped the urn. Her hands were palsying when she held it. She brought it to her face, inspecting it with a scrutinizing gaze, looking as though she was trying to understand how this jar could contain the woman she loved. The urn slipped from her fingers, and crashed to the floor. She dropped to her knees, and let out a wail of such anguish that it seemed to spear me through the chest. The hybrids descended upon her, trying to console her as best they could, but her wails would not cease, and her grief was bottomless. I left that room feeling a decade older.

Why hadn’t I just told them the truth? It was simple, really. They would go looking for her. The hybrids were bound to each other by more than just comradery, experience, and love. Adrianna would attempt to come back because she had no other choice. But it would take her time, and in that time, I would gather the information I needed to determine if I should let her return, or kill her outright.

LEVERIA

…three, four, five…

My heart was pounding in my ears. My throat was knotted. My vision was gone. Blindly, I raced through the catacombs, feeling out with my hands and feet while Yavara’s girlish voice raged in my head.

…ten, eleven, twelve…

I struck a pylon with my forehead, and fell on my back. My forehead throbbed with pain, my skull rang like a concussive bell, but it was still nothing compared to the agony in my eyeless sockets, the burning that still seemed to sear into my brain.

…eighteen, nineteen, twenty…

I scrambled to my hands and feet. My knees and elbows were bloodied and raw, my skin scraped off on the jagged rocks that jutted from the catacomb walls. I felt a trickle of blood running from my forehead, but I paid it no mind. I raced blindly, my keen ears trying to find the hollows in the rock, but her maddening counting blared like a horn in my skull, casting all thoughts away. In a panic, I sprinted in one direction, not caring if I ran head-first into a wall, just exercising the manic urge to flee. I smashed my toes against stone, and lurched forward. My chin struck a jagged edge, and my teeth clicked together. My hands sought my surroundings, and felt the cold wet surface of smoothed rock. A step. These were the stairs! I ran up them, then stopped.

…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty! Ready or not, here I come!

I made myself small in the corner, hoping that the darkness surrounding me was as pervasive as the darkness of my vision. I hugged my knees, tucked my chin low, and curled into a small ball. There was a shuffling three floors up. A pattering of feet. Too small to be elf feet, and there were four. A rat? I felt something crawling on my shoulder, the spiny legs of a spider. It moved along my neck, and settled over my ear. There was another shuffle, and another pattering of feet, then a squeak. Yes, it was a rat. The spider moved from my ear, and into my hair. A shuffle four floors up. That couldn’t be Yavara; she had on her boots. Had she taken them off, or was she simply floating down the corridor like some glowing-eyed phantom? I wished I hadn’t thought that. Shuffle, patter. Another rat squeaked. The spider crawled down my forehead, and rested on my face. Two of its spiny legs gained purchase in my empty eye sockets. My heart was beating so loudly. Could she hear it? But of course not. Shuffle, patter, squeak. The sounds were fainter, further up. The spider crawled into my eye socket, and searched it curiously, its sharp spiny legs stabbing into the seared flesh, its mandibles salivating. Shuffle, patter, squeak. The spider backed out of the hole, crawled down a few more inches, and rested over my mouth. I breathed through my nose, each intake tight and desperate, suppressed to keep it quiet. I wished I didn’t have to breathe. My lungs ached for it, but I could only sate them with the smallest of sniffs.

Shuffle, patter, squeak. It was much quieter now, maybe seven floors above me. The spider crawled off my chin, and moved onto the rock pressed to my shoulder. I took a tentative breath through my mouth, and filled my lungs. Carefully, I extended my hand, and felt for the next step. I listened. Shuffle, patter, squeak. It was so far away that it must’ve been ten floors up. I began to crawl. Step by step, I traveled from landing to landing, meticulously moving to make as little noise as possible. It was getting colder as I moved up. The winter’s chill took hold of my naked body, and I had to bite my tongue to keep my teeth from chattering. I made it to the fourth landing, and felt the breeze of air on my face through a window. I’d never felt something so sweet. The stifling confines of the catacombs seemed to wash away from me, and I continued up the last steps, and onto the main floor.

Shuffle. Patter. Squeak. It wasn’t ten floors up; it was just a floor above me! I made myself small in a corner, and stopped all breathing. Patter, patter, patter, patter, patter, patter, patter, PATTER! It came right for me, and I cringed against the wall, holding my arms out before me. Shuffle, shuffle, SHUFFLE! SQUEAK! There was a low growl, and a light whimper. There was the sound of little bones cracking, and little jaws working. A gnawing canine groan accompanied it, and then a satisfied swallow. With a tremulous hand, I reached out, and felt fur.

“April?” I whispered.

The fur went still, then slid beneath me. I felt little paws in my lap, and a curious snout sniffing my face. A tongue came out, and lapped at my cheek.

“April?” I whispered quietly again.

She nuzzled my face, and nodded. I nearly broke out into tears.

“April, you have to get me out of here!”

She nodded again, her soft fur caressing my cheek. I pet her delicately, careful not to scare her off. My fingers moved through her fine fox hair, her skinny ribs, her exposed muscle, her rotting flesh, her bare bones. Then, I was holding nothing at all. I was back in my corner in the bottom floor of the catacombs. The spider crawled off my face, only it had fingers for legs.

“Found you.” Yavara giggled. “It’s not fun when people cheat in hide-and-seek, is it? You always liked your mind games, Leveria. Don’t you like mine?”

I let out a shuddering breath. I was sitting in a warm puddle, and I vaguely realized that I’d pissed myself.

“Oh no, you had an accident.” Yavara cooed. Her hands slid into my armpits. Their span seemed impossible, the fingers touching together at my spine. They were so cold. She lifted me out of my puddle, and cradled me in her impossibly-long arms like I was a babe. She brought me to her face, and I felt her nose against my neck. She sniffed me, and drooled on my throat.

“You haven’t seen this side of me yet.” She whispered against my ear, her fangs grazing my lobe, “Would you like to?”

I just whimpered, shivering in her cold embrace. She placed her thumbs against my eye-sockets, and I suddenly felt a great warmth there. She pulled her thumbs away, and I opened my new eyes.

Yavara’s face hadn’t changed, but everything else had. Her flesh was white, her hair was obsidian, and her eyes were rubies, watching from reptilian slits. “Do you like it?” She asked, “Prestira was the one who bit me. We became so close after that. A woman I’d known for only three days, and I felt more kinship with her than a lifetime spent with you.”

She ran her fingers through my hair, her nails like razers that gently scraped my scalp. The feeling would’ve been pleasurable in another situation, but it only made my flesh crawl.

“Then there was Patricia,” Yavara whispered, “and she was my blood-daughter. You can’t know how much it meant to me.” She paused, “Even I didn’t know how much it meant to me until far too late. Do you know how she died?”

I whimpered, trying to make myself small in her arms.

“That was a question, Leveria.”

“She died in fire, killed by her own friend.” I hissed, my words shaking from me, “I’m so glad that she did.”

Yavara’s nails suddenly came to points on my head. She pushed them into my scalp with the ease of a knife through butter, and I shrieked as the hot tendrils of agony shot through my synapses. Her nails scraped bone, then curled, cutting away beneath the flesh like a taxidermist. I writhed in her cold embrace, blood running down my face, bile roiling from my mouth, my body trying to expel the pain any way it could. Her nails came together, and she ripped. I heard my flesh tear like rent fabric, and my head seared with blinding pain. When I could next see, I was staring at a cap of bloody skin swinging from a mess of platinum hair. I gawked disbelievingly at it. It was only when Yavara took my hand, and guided it to the top of my head, that I realized the horror of it in truth. My fingers brushed over a ridge of skin, then dipped onto damp, hard bone. I screamed. I screamed like I’d never screamed before, and I screamed even higher when Yavara held a hand mirror before me, and displayed the ruin atop my head. I was unrecognizable to myself, but I knew the horrific thing that looked back was me, for it bore my face, and that thought drove me to madness. When Yavara levitated me and consumed me in fire, the agony was actually a mercy.

SHERMAN HUNTIATA

It was a few hours before sunrise when the knock sounded at my door. My guardsmen had all been killed in the battle, and so I answered the knock myself with a sword in hand. Lady Catherine Jonias stood as a hooded slender figure in the doorway, her teal eyes shining in my candlelight.

“You’re supposed to send a courier, not come here yourself!” I growled, “What if one of the royal guards caught you sneaking around at this hour?”

“I would tell him to mind his own damn business.” She hissed back, “Lucas hasn’t issued a curfew.”

“Yet. If nobles get caught sneaking to each other’s houses in the dead of night, he’ll have reason to. Get in.”

She stepped into the foyer, and I went to the kitchen to make coffee. Five minutes later, we were sitting across from each other, sipping from our mugs. For another five minutes, the only communication between us was the looks we gave each other as we slurped the early morning’s brew. When all was gone from my cup, Catherine was still sipping loudly from hers. I rolled my eyes.

“The Noble Court’s been disbanded, and we still play these games?”

She gave me a look of faux surprise. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Why did you come here?”

“Why did you let me in?”

I ground my teeth. “You say it first.”

She smiled coyly, and sipped at her coffee.

“Goddamn it,” I growled, “I’ll just fucking say it then. Ternias needs to die.”

Her brows went up. “That’s a drastic measure.”

“Oh, fuck off. There’s only one reason you’re here. The line of succession is now Ternias, Straltaira, Jonias. Elena’s dead, and her mother officially retired from the court; that puts you next in line.”

She slurped her coffee until it was gone, then wiped her lips, and delicately set the cup on the coaster. “I always wanted to be queen, but I never wanted to rule. Being queen by marriage would afford me a multitude of opportunities without any of the responsibility. It was what made pairing with Lucas so enticing.”

I scratched at my scruff. “Well, the next in line would be… Landon Xantian. Catherine, if you want me to throw my support behind that soft piece of tit-fat, you’re going to have to really sweeten the deal for me.”

“Ternias had Xantian executed last night.”

“Why would he do that? He was Ternias’s man all along.”

“Was it Eric Shordian who told you that?”

“It was…” I trailed off, my brow furrowing, “…I can’t believe I let that half-wit play me again.”

“He wasn’t playing you, Sherman. He was simply Ternias’s useful idiot.” She chewed on her lip, “So was I, apparently.”

“Well, if not you, and not Xantian, then Droughtius is next in line. Sofia is dead, so that just leaves… me.”

“That leaves you.” She said. She looked at the top of my head, and smiled lecherously, “I find baldness quite handsome; you know. Especially on older men. Such a distinguished, confident look.”

“I’m married.”

“Did Elena know that?” She grinned, then laughed at my face.

“Does everyone know?!”

“Everyone who was looking. You two weren’t exactly subtle.” She leaned forward, her bodice draping to expose the tops of her pale breasts, “So, is there—”

“No.” I growled.

She leaned back in her chair, and shrugged. “You can’t blame a girl for trying.”

“I can, actually.” I glared at her, “So what’s your plan?”

She stood up, and pulled a torn sheet from her purse. She handed it to me, and said, “Meet me at that address in two hours. Come alone.”

I scoffed. “You think so little of me.”

“If I worked for Lucas, you would’ve been dead after yesterday’s conversation. You have no power anymore, and neither do I. Our fluid wealth was wasted on the war, and our familial wealth will soon be sequestered before we have a chance to begin trade talks. While we still have what little resources we have, we must use them.”

“Ternias would never take our businesses.”

“He would call it ‘nationalization,’ and divvy the assets amongst our barons. It was…” She wrung her hands guiltily, “…it was originally my idea.”

“And now that you’re on the bad end of it, suddenly it doesn’t seem like such a great plan.”

“That’s generally how things work with me, Sherman.” She said, then cleared her throat, “Meet me at that address, or don’t. Either way, I will do what must be done.” And she left. I heard her gently close the front door, and listened for her heels clicking away on the cobblestones outside. I sat in my ornamented parlor, hunting trophies of all variety staring at me, their eyes laughing.

“Goddamn it.” I grumbled, and went looking for my boots.

LEVERIA

When I awoke, I was whole. I stared at myself in the body-length mirror above me. I was naked still, but not strapped onto the board. I felt an initial wave of relief that was immediately followed by icy terror when I fully realized my situation. For a minute, I was paralyzed, waiting to hear the clicking of Yavara’s boots, waiting to see her orange eyes peering at me from the cell door window. The cell door was open. I sniffed the air, and smelled bacon. At first, my stomach grumbled at the smell, then a flash of memory brought about the scent that reached my exposed sinuses when I was being cooked alive, and I wrenched my head to the side and puked onto the floor. After wiping my lips with the back of my hand, my belly grumbled once more.

Come up to the kitchen, Yavara said in my mind.

Even if I wanted to, I could not. My joints were locked in fear, my muscles wasted with spent adrenaline. I stayed prone on the board until suddenly, one of my legs moved on its own. Then the other did as well, then my hands shifted beneath me, and before I knew it, I was hopping off the board, and skipping gayly out the door with a bright smile stretched across my face by some invisible force. I danced like a schoolgirl into the catacomb tunnels, and up five flights of stairs. By the time I reached the end, I was wet with sweat and wheezing.

Yavara was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. “Care to help?” She asked, and beckoned my body to the frying pan where the bacon sizzled its own fat. My hands grasped the handle, lifted the pan over my face, and began to tilt it toward me.

“Leveria, what are you doing?” Yavara laughed endearingly, and grabbed the frying pan from my fingers. She drained the sizzling grease into a pot, and plated the bacon. “Could you be a dear and chop some onions and peppers for the omelet?” She asked.

I walked over to the cutting board, where an imposing chef’s knife lay beside a green bell pepper and onions. My left hand grabbed the knife, and my right grabbed one of the peppers. Never in my life had my non-dominant hand been so dexterous, and never in all my experiences with a blade had I moved it with such precision. The knife flashed between my fingers, missing my flesh by an imperceptible fraction to cut smartly into the belly of the pepper. Behind terrified eyes and a glued-on smile, I diced all the peppers and onions to perfection, moving the blade between my fingers, across my palm, a hair from my wrist veins, but never cutting myself.

“Into the frying pan.” Yavara said without looking. I walked the cutting board to the pan of eggs, and scraped the contents into it with my knife. I walked back to my area of the kitchen, and set both the cutting board and the knife down on the counter. My hands let go of them, and were allowed to rest at my sides. I was free. Then my right hand was suddenly splayed out onto the cutting board, and my left was gripping the chef’s knife, and before my grimacing smile and bulging eyes, I brought the knife down once, twice, thrice, four times. My pinky was hacked cleanly off, my ring finger followed, my pointer was chopped away in a grotesque diagonal, and my thumb was sent spinning off the board. My entire hand seized, the pain piercing through sinew, bone and marrow, causing contractions up my arm, causing bile to roil in my belly, tears to form in my eyes, piss to run down my legs, and yet, I smiled like a fool through it all, my taunting middle finger rigid in agony.

“Leveria, you clumsy ditz!” Yavara giggled in my ear, “I know you’ve never worked in a kitchen in all your life, but I was told you were quite adept with a knife.” She mentally guided my mutilated hand up to my face, and wiggled my middle finger teasingly before my rigid grin. She laughed again, her hands on my shoulders. “I’m glad to see you have a sense of humor about all of this. Seeing the funny side of things is always important.” She let go of my mind, and I felt to my knees, shrieking and clutching my hand.

“It’s rather hypocritical of you, don’t you think?” Yavara called jubilantly over my wails, “Shouldn’t you be more appreciative of your own handywork?”

I could only scream incomprehensible garble back, hardly aware of the words she was saying, only focused on the pain, the searing split nerves firing their twisted signals through my synapses, my mind turning over in horror as it tried to process the unrecognizable thing that had become my hand. She let me stay like that for a minute before she yanked my hand onto the cutting board, and reattached my fingers. I wept with relief, the warmth permeating through my entire arm, the renewed flesh and bone clenching in the most satisfying fist I’d ever made.

Yavara pet my head as I blubbered on the floor. “I think it’s time you and I had a chat, dearest sister.” She said softly, almost kindly, “There’s a hot bath in the next room. Don’t dally too long, or your food will get cold. Oh, and Leveria,” She said, stooping to my level, “if you try to kill yourself in there, I’m going to make your omelet non-vegetarian.” She gently grasped my fingers, “Do you understand?”

I nodded.

She grinned. “Good. There’s an outfit I set out for you by the tub. I want you to wear it for me.”

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Daisy let out a loud yawn, coming to a sitting position up from her bed and having to carefully slide out from between Max’s cuddling paws.

‘What time is it?’

Though her blinds were drawn, Daisy could still see the light coming between the shutters, the deep orange of sunset.

‘Oh my gosh, I’ve just slept through nearly all of my Saturday!’ Daisy said to herself with a pang of regret, turning down to her dog still sleeping soundly by her lap.

Well, not entirely a waste of a day.

A rumble in her stomach reminded Daisy that she never did have lunch, save for a quick protein snack courtesy of Max. The groan of her stomach also roused Max from his slumber, who identically to his owner let out a wide yawn before stretching himself out on the bed.

‘Time for dinner?’ Daisy asked with a knowing smile.

Max quickly answered her question, jumping down from the bed and out the door to the kitchen.

Daisy decided against putting on any of her clothes again. It was a lovely warm spring day, and she only needed them to hide her nakedness. With all the blinds closed to any curious onlookers, she relished the feeling, strutting about her domain, queuing up her favourite tunes to sing along and dance to as she prepared her and Max’s dinner. Max watched it all from his favourite spot, a chair by the counter with his favourite pillow. He didn’t understand what his master was doing but he enjoyed seeing the smile on her face as she shouted into a spoon and slid around on her heels.

Quickly putting together a healthy and filling feast to make up for her lack of lunch, Daisy got Max’s attention, placing a large chunk of chicken breast into his bowl along with his kibble. As Max savoured his special treat, Daisy shared in his enjoyment, seeing his tail wagging so much his whole butt shook along with it.

‘See! You can dance too.’ Daisy laughed, before tucking into her own meal.

As with breakfast, Max was quick to clean his plate before resting down on top of Daisy’s feet as she finished her meal. Daisy wriggled her toes under his fluffy belly, enjoying the warmth and softness as if covered with a blanket. With dinner eaten and the hole in her stomach filled, Daisy began cleaning the dishes and putting them away. With the few chores handled, Daisy turned to her phone and collapsed on the couch to answer the few messages and emails she got over the course of the day. Without a thought she shifted her feet as she heard Max approach, letting him jump onto the other half of the couch as he lay on top of her. Eyes glued to her phone Daisy absentmindedly scratched at his head as she quickly came up with some excuses to her friends as to why she was only replying now.

Max didn’t make a sound, but as he shifted his weight, she felt something rub against her leg. It was hard and hot, and unmistakeably Max’s cock. Finally, given enough reason to look up, Daisy tilted her head at Max in confusion.

‘Haven’t you had enough, boy?’

Max mirrored the movement, his big eyes looking expectantly into Daisy’s. Taking a glance at the clock, Daisy could see that it was still early, having only needed to eat dinner because she missed lunch.

Have I had enough?

Daisy smiled mischievously at Max.

No, I haven’t.

This was the momentous day she had been waiting for, her phone could wait until tomorrow. She was going to remember this.

‘Okay, boy. I suppose we could both have some dessert.’

Max’s Sex hikayeleri tongue flopped out of his mouth, as it always did when he was excited. Though he couldn’t understand her words, by now he could understand their meaning. This time Max got up first, jumping off the couch and heading to the bedroom. As Daisy stood up, he quickly turned about, making sure that she was following him.

‘I’m coming, I’m coming.’ Daisy laughed, hurrying slightly behind him.

Can’t have him think he’s bossing me about.

Max was already on the bed by the time she could sit down and edge herself towards the middle. His head darted around her, unable to decide where he should focus on first.

‘You have to calm down first, Max,’ Daisy cautioned him in her special training voice.

The tone caused Max to quickly sober, sitting back on his hind legs with his head pointed down in admonishment.

‘Good.’ Daisy nodded her head at his obedience.

‘Now!’

She lunged toward Max, wrapping her arms around him and preventing from moving. Max hadn’t realized it, but his polite sitting position gave Daisy perfect access to his semi-hard cock. Once Max had settled after her sudden movement, Daisy took her hands in front of her and began to play with his white and red member. She had been so excited before, she hadn’t been able to get a good feel of it, a mistake she would remedy now. Her fingers played down its length, enjoying its springiness as she squeezed it slightly, tongue darting out from her mouth to catch any dribbles that formed at its tip. Max sat perfectly still, his heavy panting above ensuring her he was content. After wrapping her hand about every inch of him Daisy once again took the head of his cock into her mouth. With him sitting she was comfortable knowing that he couldn’t thrust into her mouth and hurt her, and so took that as a sign to take a risk. Slowly getting used to its shape Daisy edge down on its length, taking more of it into her mouth and relaxing her throat as it tickled the back of it. Taking deep breaths, she pushed down feeling its rubbery length bend along her throat, tongue flickering across its underside. Max was getting more erect now, his knot slowly swelling beneath her and giving her a goal to reach. Daisy was determined now.

Slowly sliding off his member to catch a breath, she licked at any strands of fluid that escaped her lips, steadying herself before she attempted to swallow it again. This time her throat was ready, easily letting his cock bump and bend down its passage, likely aided by the quick squirts of doggy pre-cum to lubricate the way. With a final inhale through her nose Daisy’s lips bottomed out on the top of his knot, the thicker part of his shaft filling most of her mouth. Max’s knot was fully engorged now, and she was in the perfect position to enjoy it. Her lips edged up against its thick circumference, an impassable wall to her deepthroat attempt. No matter how well she trained herself, she had to accept that she would never be able to take that into her throat, as much as she it wanted to.

To make up for the harsh realities of her biology, Daisy began to bounce up and down on his cock, letting its slick length move in and out of her mouth and throat. She surprised herself with how quickly she could go, bubbles forming around her mouth as it disappeared and reappeared behind her lips. Max was now panting faster than he had before, unable to show Sikiş hikayeleri his excitement in any other way, less he stopped the service his master was giving him. Though Max couldn’t give any warning, his cock sure did. Daisy could feel as it hardened, forcing its way from her throat. A moment later his cock spasmed and fountained his thick dog seed into Daisy’s awaiting mouth. Daisy’s eyes shot open. She had previously had the first spray go straight down her throat, but now she felt the full force of it splatter the insides of her mouth. Holding her mouth firmly over his cock she let the cum pool at the bottom of her lips waiting for his orgasm to finish completely. As the final spurts dribbled out, Daisy carefully pulled up and away, keeping the seal on her lips firm until she was sitting upright again. Feeling the ache in her neck she stretched her head up, the motion tipping the cum to the back of her throat and giving her an idea.

Bottom’s up.

Keeping her head where it was, she relaxed her throat and took small deliberate swallows of Max’s cum, relishing in the feeling of it slowly cascade down her throat.

I need to figure out how many calories are in this. I don’t want to ruin my figure doing this.

Daisy sighed in contentment, smiling at the happy look in Max’s eyes. As the tightness in her neck and mouth started to settle a great pain throbbed in her groin. Her hand reached down, feeling her privates completely saturated.

Oh my god! Is something wrong with me?

Daisy had never ached like this before. Max moved closer to her, but the pain was too much, and she fell onto her elbows, one arm holding her up while the other grasped at her crotch. Daisy had held back from masturbating for a few weeks before all of this, determined to enjoy today to the fullest. Had the sudden and immense pleasure of today been too much after all that wait?

Ow! It can’t be anything too bad. Max and I have been careful. It’s probably just something from me being so horny.

With the ache in her crotch, Daisy wasn’t paying much attention to Max, who had just been presented with an overflowing honeypot. Just as he was about to begin lapping at it again, something stirred within him. Daisy laying facedown, butt in the air, and her wetness filling his nose with hundreds of pheromones. Max was a well-trained dog, but he could hardly ignore his instincts. Just as his fathers had before him, Max reared up, draping his two front paws on either side of Daisy, pressing them against her legs and allowing him to position himself. The sudden embrace caused Daisy to come to her senses. Her hand fell away from her slit, using it to push herself up slightly and turn her head back.

‘Max?’ She asked confused, but to him it was if she was begging for it.

With a quick shove he slipped within Daisy, pushing out whatever words she was about to say to him. Something snapped within Daisy, the ache in her belly scratched as Max’s cock plunged into her. Max didn’t need to be careful now, Daisy was incredibly wet, her pussy pulsed constantly as he thrusted in as fast as he could.

‘Ooh, ooh, ooh,’ Daisy moaned in time with his thrusts.

There was no control now. Her fingers and toes curled in pleasure; her teeth chattered as she was rocked into climax after climax. Max leaned forward, teeth catching at Daisy’s short hair and pulling her head backwards. Daisy could barely feel it, more than happy to lean into him, Erotik hikaye throwing back her head and screaming in delight.

‘Oh god! Fuck me! Fuck me, yes!’

Max heard her loud and clear. Keep pounding my pussy. Do what you want to me. Max pushed deeper and harder, the head of his cock bumping up against Daisy’s cervix, any pain that would normally come from it fully translated to pleasure. Daisy could feel something, she knew what it was, she couldn’t stop it, not that she wanted to. Max’s knot had begun to grow. Its round baseball like shape slipping in and out of her snatch due to his speed, but as it grew with each thrust it strained more against her stretched pussy. Just as she was sure it wouldn’t come back into her again, Max pushed harder than he had before, the knot passing her lips and straining them with its girth. As Max tried to pull out again his knot caught, only causing Daisy to cry out in pleasure and for him to continue pumping in shorter more desperate strokes. Daisy could feel it continue to swell. Continue to bump about inside her and hit all the buttons it needed to. She moaned constantly, unable to form words as the pleasure continued to mount. Her skin became slick with sweat, sticking against the furry body of her mate as he thrusted on top of her.

Max was reaching his limit as well. Daisy was unbelievably tight as his cock continued to grow, the limits of her pussy pressing his cock into a vice as he endeavoured to shake it back and forth. Max’s eyes widened, his mouth opened as he released Daisy’s hair and turned toward the roof. He let out a high-pitched howl, a sound she had never heard him make before, but just as he understood the meaning of her words, she now knew what he meant by this.

She is mine.

Max’s cock hardened inside her. Unable to move within her tight body which spasmed continuously. Perfectly positioned within her, his cock erupted, streaming his powerful load past the walls of her cervix and into her uterus. Though it was impossible, Max was determined to mate with her, to breed her.

‘Uhhhhhh…’

Daisy moaned a final time, feeling herself fill with Max’s seed. Released from his mouth she had fallen onto her face, her mouth open. With this final explosion of pleasure, she could do nothing else but pass out.

Max stood astride his lover letting himself drain into her for as long as he could. Though he wished to do more, his master had expertly milked him of everything that day. He was satisfied now. Though his instincts were to turn about and wait for his knot to deflate and release, his love for Daisy was stronger. Instead, as Daisy collapsed onto her bed, he nestled down on top of her, his cock safely plugging her hole and his fur keeping her naked skin warm as the night air began to cool. The two of them slept that way the whole night. Pet and owner, but now also lovers.

Having slept so much the day before, Daisy awoke surprisingly well rested save for a few aches in her muscles. She remembered to check her phone and was horrified to see the number of messages that had piled up, friends and family determined to know why she hadn’t responded. Daisy did her best to quickly answer and reassure them all while Max lay at her side. Once the last message was handled, she fell back next to Max, rubbing his head and behind his ears.

‘I think we went a bit overboard yesterday, boy.’ Daisy said idly.

‘Maybe we should take a break today?’

Max huffed and let Daisy go about her morning. He couldn’t understand her words, but he knew what she meant. What she really wanted.

And I think we all also know what she really got up to later that day.

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Author’s Note: Fans of this series, I am TRULY sorry for the long wait. This is a labor of love and I try to carefully craft this story to the best of my ability. I want to give you, the reader, the best experience I can by giving you a clear visual of the characters and the environment they’re in. This series is more than about sex so if you are looking for a quick sex romp this is not the story for you.

This latest installment WILL BE VERY LONG and I’ve chosen to break it up into a Part A and Part B because of its length. Part B will be posted in a few days from this release.

There will be a great focus on character development this time around as the sex portion will be at a minimum in Part A. I will use musical breaks to pay tribute to some of my favorite television shows I watched growing up along with some of my favorite songs of today.

Please enjoy and like always, constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcomed! Without further ado I present:

What a Difference a Summer Makes- Part 4a

Prologue

The saying goes: The more things change. The more they stay the same. Uggh, I thought this shit was behind me, but tonight proved I was wrong, dead wrong! How come this shit keeps happening to me? From as early as I can remember my parents always told me to treat people how I wanted to be treated. I’m one of the good guys – at least I thought I was. This may be the problem.

Should I change?

Don’t make emotional decisions dad always told me – but, right now, I feel so much rage that I don’t know if I can follow that train of thought.

“Chad, please – please don’t leave! I’m so sorry! I’m begging you not to leave!” Lisa plead reaching for my arm.

“Get your damn hands off of me!” I exploded shrugging my arms from her grasp as I stormed towards my car, “You fucking used me!”

Lisa began sobbing, “No – no, I didn’t. I swear I didn’t Chad! Please stop and let me explain!”

“Oh, yeah. You’re going to explain why you had your exes dick in your mouth! Don’t bother – tell it to another loser. I don’t want to fucking hear it!”

Just as I reached the handle of my car door, I hear a voice off in the distance, “Wait for me! You’re not driving alone!”

Turning my head, I see Kimmie running toward our direction. Lisa also sees her and starts, “Please not now Kimmie! I’m trying to talk to Chad in private; give us a sec ok?”

Kimmie glares at Lisa and hissed, “Not ok. He’s my best friend and what you just did to him is despicable.”

“Ohhhh please Kimmie,” Lisa rolled her eyes and then chided, “you don’t even want us together – so, fuck off!”

That was a VERY bad move by Lisa.

I know Kimmie like the back of my hand and I whipped around faster than a New York minute and grabbed her by the waist just as she lunged towards Lisa’s throat screaming, “FUCK OFF?! Say that to me one more time BITCH! I fucking dare you slut!”

Lisa jumped back quickly in horror, just out of reach, as I was holding onto Kimmie for dear life.

“Get the fuck out of here Lisa before she kills you!” I warned struggling to keep my grip on Kimmie.

Kimmie had a very short fuse; if she felt disrespected in any way, she would just see red and go bat-shit crazy! Many, many times, Joe or I had to stop her from beating the shit out of someone!

Lisa didn’t budge. She just stood there staring at me with worry in her eyes that said she didn’t want me to go and she was willing to get her ass beat if that meant me staying.

“I LOVE you Chad,” Lisa emphasized with a sniffle, “even though you hate me right now.”

Hearing those words made both Kimmie and I stop in our tracks as we stared at Lisa then back at each other.

She loves me? What?

“What – what did you say?” I said perplexed.

How did I get here again?

Chapter 1

As I stood by the bathroom door watching Taylor in her sports bra and Lacie cheeky panty taking selfies, in front of her full-length mirror, making over-exaggerated poses it made my dick rise instantly! She notices me, in the reflection, lights up into a smile then begins to flirtatiously dance and sing along to Ariana Grande’s Break up with your girlfriend, I’m bored:

You got me some type of way (Hmm)

Ain’t used to feelin’ this way (Mmm-mmm)

I do not know what to say (Yeah, yeah)

But I know I shouldn’t think about it

Took one fuckin’ look at your face (Hmm)

Now I wanna know how you taste (Mmm-mmm)

Usually don’t give it away (Yeah, yeah)

But you know I’m out here thinkin’ ’bout it

Then I realized she’s right there

And I’m at home like, “Damn, this ain’t fair”

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, ’cause I’m bored

You can hit it in the mornin’ (Mornin’)

Yeah, yeah, like it’s yours

I know it ain’t right

But I don’t care (Care)

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, ’cause I’m bored

As I’m watching her sway her hips seductively to the song, I can honestly say that Taylor is quite the beauty, but to see her up close only reinforces that statement. Each part of her was as if angels themselves crafted her. I must have done something right for the gods to have brought her into my life.

“What are you thinking about?” Taylor asks with a hint of seduction seeing me with a devilish grin on my face leaning up against the wall.

Slowly I walked up behind her giving her ass a quick slap to which she cooed. Turning her around with our faces only inches away from one another I whisper, “What do you think I’m thinking about?”

She let out a small giggle that was a mixture of both innocence and sin that only she can pull off naturally.

“Down boy,” she teased, “we don’t have time for this now. You have somewhere to be in about twenty minutes.”

Of course, she is right, but I don’t care as I’m taking in her natural scent kissing my way gently up her neck to her lips that taste of cherry. I’m lost in this moment. I yanked her to me and covered her mouth with mine in a hungry kiss. It was magic, the way our lips connected together. Her mouth was so tender and warm, I opened my mouth with a low moan. Taylor splayed her hand against my chest with the intention to push me away but just left it there.

She hesitantly looked up at me panting, “Chad, please -please. We HAVE to go.”

“I know – I know,” I breathed as we continued kissing, “I just want to show you something.”

I had swirls of emotion running through my veins, mainly lust and desire.

“I know what you want to show me, mister!” she squealed nibbling on my earlobe, “But we have to – OHHH FUCK!” Taylor didn’t realize why she was talking I had my plan set in motion with my cock already out as I pulled her panties to the side and entered her treasure box.

“What were you saying?” I said softly while pumping in and out of her slow and deliberate. Her pussy was on fire and dripping wet. It felt so slick and velvety around my cock.

All Taylor could do was hold me tight and just whisper my name repeatedly as she was riding her first wave of an orgasm.

The kisses were long and deep. She wrapped her legs around my waist with each thrust going faster and deeper. Within minutes our bodies ended in a fantastic eruption of orgasmic bliss with me emptying every ounce of fluid into her love canal. We both screamed in heavenly pleasure staring at each other like we could see our souls in the other’s eyes.

“Holy SHIT!” we both exclaimed collapsing to the floor drenched with sweat with our arms and legs entangled. She was the first to get up because I was too weak to even sit up, let alone stand-up.

Taylor brought me a cold bottle of water as I still laid on the floor in the middle of her bedroom. Sitting down next to me and giving me a kiss, she brought her hands up to my cheeks, “Chad, we have to go. Don’t leave Kimmie waiting.”

Ah, Kimmie, yes.

Reluctantly, I slowly stood up then downed the bottle of water trying to regain some of my strength.

I knew she was right, I thought to myself as I turned toward the door when it hit me, “Wait! We? You’re coming with me?”

“That’s right,” Taylor nodded, “you’re going to need me as backup just in case, plus I could use a good workout.”

“Ummm,” I teased giving a quick glance to the area we just finished having sex on and giving a couple of hip thrusts, “I thought – umm, we just finished a good workout a few minutes ago?”

“You know,” Taylor said jokingly putting her head to hand, “you’re an idiot. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

This was totally unexpected but welcomed because I did feel I may need someone to come along. The last time Kimmie and I were together it didn’t end so well.

As we stood in the front of Taylor’s condo for the car my mind began to wander: What am I going to say to Kimmie? What is she going to say to me?

One incident can’t really destroy twelve years of friendship, could it?

I snapped back to the present with Taylor rambling on about something regarding her glutes as the valet pulled up with my car. Her eyes opened up like saucers, “Holy Shit! Is this you?!” she said excitedly, “This is nice Chad!”

“Thanks, I got it for my birthday. Surprised the shit out of me.”

“I bet it did. Let’s go. I want to see how this bad boy feels on the road!” bubbled Taylor as she grabbed the keys from the valet.

“SURE – by all means, you can drive MY car. I just got it today. Not a big deal AT all,” I said sarcastically.

“YOU…just finished riding a fine specimen,” Taylor teased while striking a sexy pose then giggled, “Now it’s my turn! Get in.”

The valet driver stunned at what he just heard quickly coughed.

“Have a good day sir,” he said with a smirk looking at me as I immediately turned red with embarrassment handing him a ten-dollar tip.

“Thank you. You too.”

She has NO FILTER. But I admire that about her.

On our drive to the beach we joked, sang some songs on the radio and I also talked to her about Lisa. She seemed to be very impressed with how things ended up with Lisa last night or should I say early this morning. Taylor is such a carefree spirit and just so easy to talk to as no topic was off limits with her.

“You’ve been working overtime these last couple of days,” Taylor joked with a wink, “Bianca, Lisa and me three times.”

Looking at her side-eyed I teased, “Well, you know what they say, right?”

“No Chad – What do THEY say?”

“Young, dumb and full of CUM!”

Taylor suddenly doubled herself over and burst out into laughter. “Wow!” she cackled, “That’s so corny but SOOO Chad at the same time. You can’t help but laugh,” she paused rocking back and forth, “You’re stupid. Oh my gosh!”

“Just watch the road before you get us both killed!” I jested.

I loved Taylor’s laugh. It wasn’t overly robust and loud, but rather soft and gentle. It lights me up inside every time I hear it.

Chapter 2

It was one of those perfect eighty-three-degree weather, baby-blue sky days at Deerfield Beach. Coupled with the smell of fresh sea-water from a light, gentle breeze. This was a postcard perfect day with the sun beaming down warming our skin.

Looking out onto the beach it wasn’t overly crowded. Some kids playing in the sand, guys and girls on boogie boards and some people just resting, taking in the sun on their last few days before the end of summer. I reached into my pocket for my phone to text Kimmie on where we would meet, I saw a message from her that read: I see you. Meet me up by the pier.

Quickly I glanced at Taylor who returned a warm smile. “She’s over there,” I said pointing out at the pier, “let’s do this.”

I have to say that I’m not nervous. Maybe because Taylor is with me or maybe because I saw Kimmie and Joe last night which kind of got all my nervousness out or maybe because I just had some incredible sex (lol). Whatever it is, all I know is I am calm and clear-headed.

Just as we approach the pier Taylor stops me, “Go on Chad. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

“Ok,” I replied letting out a sigh and giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

Continuing on along the pier, Taylor calls out to me, “Chad?”

I turn back around to her. “Twelve-years,” Taylor emphasized with a heartfelt expression, “Just remember twelve-years. She made a mistake that she will regret for the rest of her life. Really try and give her a chance, ok?”

How did she know I was thinking that earlier? I almost choked up when she said that. Keep it together Chad. Keep it together.

As I got closer, Kimmie and my eyes locked onto one another. My anger from yesterday kept me from not appreciating the woman standing in front of me. She was more stunning now than she has ever been. I’ve seen other boys, grown men even, trip over themselves in her presence, she is that beautiful! With every step I made toward her I had flashbacks of us growing up. I’d see us play-fighting in the pool, paintballing, watching movies, bike riding etc. There was hardly a moment in my life that she and Joe were not a part of. They were a part of the best times of my life and now, regrettably, all I can think about is that night. FUCK!

Thinking about what Taylor said crept into my mind; twelve-years.

Yes, they did hurt me but they’re still my friends – best friends. I know, deep down, I still love Kimmie and Joe and they still love me. Love means taking the good times and the hard times. It means standing by the other in times of heartbreak, easing their pain, seeing them for the human being that they are. How else do we show that our friendship is more than words? Love requires action.

Finally standing in front of Kimmie we stared at one another which seemed like an eternity. No words were needed, but the hurt, the pain, the sorrow and the love were in both of our eyes. I finally pulled her into an embrace and held her tight and we both started to cry.

“I – I love you. I’m sorry Squirt. I’m so – so sorry. You’re my very best friend in the world and I betrayed you. Please forgive me,” she sobbed into my shoulder.

Hugging her tightly I cried, “I do, and I love you too Kimmie.”

She sobbed even more, after those words, with tears flooded like the waters rushing down from a waterfall and the only time, she’d stop was to fill her lungs with air.

She wiped some of her tears off my shoulder sniffling, “Look at me, I got your t-shirt all soaked.”

“It’s ok Kimmie. These are tears of joy. I’m just glad to have my best friend back,” I said with what seemed like a lump in my throat.

“Me too Squirt. Me too.”

Boy, did I miss her. More than I thought.

We instantly fell back in to our same routine. Talking with Kimmie was sort of a playful dance. We were funny together – in a goofy sort of way. We talked for quite a bit before I realized… Oh shit, Taylor!

“Give me a sec Kimmie. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, ok Squirt. Is there something wrong.”

“No, not at all. I just have to introduce you to someone. I’ll be right back,” I grinned patting her on the thigh as I got up.

I hurried over wide eyed and bushy-tailed to Taylor who was still waiting at the end of the pier, but now surrounded by a group of guys, around my age, and obviously flirting with her. As I approached, I heard one of the guys ask for her number before I interjected, “Hey baby. Sorry for the long wait. You ready?”

Taylor turned to me and gave me a smile so genuinely sweet that it could melt the coldest of hearts. “Hey Hun,” she reached for my hand, “everything good?!”

“Everything’s great!” I beamed.

The guys surrounding us looked at Taylor and I holding hands and immediately started to apologize, “Sorry bro. We didn’t know she was with you.”

I let the guys know it was not a big deal. “No worries. I’d be doing the same thing if I saw someone as sexy as her,” I proclaimed staring right into Taylor’s eyes.

Still smiling at me, she squeezed my hand tightly and pulled me in for a full on, open-mouthed, I want your dick inside me type of kiss. And I loved it! All my thoughts stopped at that very moment as my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t realize she broke the kiss until I felt her warm breath in my ear, “Chad – Chad – Chad,” Taylor whispered.

Slowly opening my eyes and regaining my other senses I hear the guys hooting and hollering. I looked at Taylor whose smile was as bright and warm as the day’s weather.

“Umm – huh?” I mumbled shaking the cobb-webs out of my head, “Did you say something?”

Taylor let out a small giggle, “You’re just too sweet. Come and introduce me to your best friend.”

As we turned to walk back to Kimmie, Taylor waved goodbye to the guys with each of them giving me a fist bump. They knew how lucky I was and so did I.

Chapter 3

“Oh my god, Chad you didn’t tell me she was so gorgeous,” Taylor leaned into me and whispered. I picked up and kissed the back of her hand, “She’s probably thinking the same thing about you right now.”

Shaking her head with a smile, Taylor chirped, “Oooh, you’re getting good. Those high-school girls don’t stand a chance. They have no idea what the summer has unleashed in you.”

I didn’t reply, but I did take pride in her words. Thinking back to Josef’s words that all it takes is confidence in one’s self. I feel it in my bones with each passing day my confidence building.

Taylor must have sensed what I was feeling when she interrupted my inner thoughts, “Don’t get all big-headed mister. Remember what I told you on the plane. Don’t become an asshole. Keep that boyish charm you have.”

“Yes ma’am,” I teased giving her a military salute.

“You know – you could be a real dick sometimes,” she joked.

Playfully trying to grab and tickle her she dodged away from my outreaching arms. “No, no, no Chad! Kimmie is waiting for us,” Taylor giggled swiping at my arms, “plus, I love dick!”

She didn’t realize how loud she said that as a young family were walking close by us. The father and mother looked at Taylor giving her a meek smile, but what turned out to be hilarious was the fact their young daughter heard what she said and began to shout running along the pier with her balloon, “I love dick! I love dick! I love dick!”

I stood there frozen as I watched in awe at everyone’s facial expression. Taylor turned beet-red as she mouthed ‘Sorry’ to the parents as they ran after their little girl.

Our eyes followed the parents down the pier then we returned our gaze onto one another and burst into laughter. I laughed so much that my ribs started to hurt. Taylor just kept saying ‘Oh my God’ over and over again.

“What’s so funny?” asks an oh-so familiar voice. I turn around and see Kimmie’s smiling face looking at me then Taylor.

“Hey…Kimmie,” I said trying to catch my breath, “I’d like to introduce you to a good friend of mine. This is Taylor.”

Taylor’s laughter subsided as she gave me a curious look and mocked, “Good friend, huh?”

I didn’t know if what I said was wrong or not so I restated, “Very – good friend?” She walked by me, giving me a light jab to my stomach and murmured, “Good friend my ass.”

Kimmie extended her hand and said, “Nice to meet you.”

Taylor walked up to her slowly, “I don’t do handshakes,” and pulled Kimmie in for a big, warm hug. Kimmie hugged her back and looked at me with pure delight and cheered, “I like her!”

These two acted as if they had been friends for ages the way they interacted with one another. The banter, the way they finished each other’s sentences. Kind of disgusting if you asked me LOL.

If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn they were best friends. I was not jealous, but quite the opposite. While they conversed, I was quite content on soaking up the sun and checking out the main attraction, the girls on the beach. What a sight! One of the greatest things about living in Florida is the half-naked girls that walk around all year long and none better than watching them at the beach. Blue thongs and red thongs and pink thongs, oh my!

The difference this time around was not only was I checking out the girls, they were checking me out too. The lustful looks, the whispering, the nervous giggles; I’ve seen this reaction by women many times before when I’m with Joe. But me? I’m still in disbelief, Sex hikayeleri in spite of everything that has happened to me over the summer, that I garner this type of response.

My dad had a favorite show he watched in the 80s. The name of the show escapes me right now, but whenever he starts a new project for work, he would play that show’s theme song in his office while going over the blueprints. One day I asked him what the reason was why he plays this song each time he starts a new project. He just smiled at me and said because it reminds him that he is living the life he only dreamt about. He never thought in his wildest dreams he would have accomplished everything he did. A beautiful, loving wife, a son he is so proud of and a career in something he is so extremely passionate about. Dad said his life was truly perfect and this song reminded him of that.

Down on the beach, I look above seeing Kimmie and Taylor chatting away on the pier. They both catch my eye then smile and wave at me. As I massaged my toes into the sand, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing into the shore and the ocean breeze coating my skin in a light salty mist I begin to fully understand what dad meant. I couldn’t help but give a small chuckle as that song popped in my head because it basically sums up everything that has happened to me over these last few months:

Look at what’s happened to me

I can’t believe it myself

Suddenly I’m up on top of the world

It should have been somebody else

Believe it or not, I’m walkin’ on air

I never thought I could feel so free

Flyin’ away on a wing and a prayer

Who could it be?

Believe it or not it’s just me

I was so lost in humming the song and swaying from side to side with my eyes shut I didn’t realize someone standing in front of me until the person said, “Umm… excuse me.”

“Oh – hi,” I said pleasantly surprised looking at a beautiful young lady in front of me.

She stood seemingly unsure of herself as she looked behind her then back at me.

“Is everything ok?” I continued, “Can I help you with something?”

“Oh no! I just feel a little awkward in doing this,” she replied averting her eyes and fiddling with her hands.

She could see the puzzled expression on my face and continued while pointing behind her, “You see my friend sitting over there?”

I looked over her shoulder at a girl sitting in the sand who was shyly staring in our direction with a big smile on her face. Giving her a quick wave and a smile, she waved back.

“Yeah, I see her.”

“Well, she wanted me to come over here and ask if you wanted to hang out with us?”

I was taken aback by this question as I examined this young lady in front of me.

“You two – want to hang out with me?” I questioned.

“If you don’t want to, it’s -” she started to say before I cut her off.

“No – no, it’s not that. I’m just surprised that’s all,” I explained as she looked at me with a warm smile.

I have to keep reminding myself that things have changed. “Confidence Chad, always have confidence,” Josef’s words rung in my head.

She waved her friend over and we all chatted for a bit as we introduced ourselves. The first young lady’s name, the one that first came over, is Piper.

Piper is hard to explain. Just explaining that she is 5’6”, auburn complexion with jet black, French-braided hair does not do her one bit of justice. To elaborate, Piper was the kind of girl that women loved to hate. She had that movie star look. She wasn’t just flawless in her bone structure, her skin seemed smooth as satin and she radiated an exquisite beauty. Look up Alexandra Shipp.

Her friend Addison was quite the opposite. Beautiful just the same but she just oozed sex! The type of girl that makes you salivate as I couldn’t help but slide my eyes over her tight body. Everything about her was right! Her piercing blue eyes, luscious blond hair and porcelain skin spoke to me saying she was born for sex! Lookup Daisy Keech.

Conversing with the two of them I could tell they were best friends as they had a weird kind of banter. Crude insults were taken as hard warming compliments, to which only best friends can do. From the outside looking in you would think they were bickering with each other, but in talking with them I could tell there was genuine love. They bounced remarks between themselves like a kid’s rubber ball. Reminded me of Kimmie, Joe and myself.

Piper was the ‘funny’ one, but not the funny ‘ha –ha’ type. She had a dry humor as her comments were clever and insightful. Being the subject of one of her remarks made you feel like part of the group. If Piper thought you were worth an observation you were in her good graces. Her jokes were never cruel or mean spirited. I knew Piper liked me when she made a comment about my attire, “So Chad, do you usually wear your little brother’s shorts?”

“What’s wrong with these?” I chuckled looking down at my grey camouflage board shorts and back up to Piper.

“Needless to say, I can see why Addie wanted you to hang out with us. She has always been a sucker for a guy in tight shorts showing a bulge,” Piper said dryly with a wink.

“You bitch,” mumbled Addison with a half-smile as she looked down at the sand mortified about what Piper just revealed.

“You’re CRAZY,” I laughed.

We both looked over at Addison waiting for her to say something else, but she attempted to hide her face. Her blushed seared through her cheeks beyond an attractive rosiness.

I knew she was WAAAY too embarrassed to respond as I knew, all too well, how best friends can do that to one another. Giving an attempt to save her from further embarrassment I quickly responded to Piper, “First of all funny lady, these are not tight, they are fitted. Second, in regards to the bulge. It’s just a reaction to the both of you. I can’t help that.”

Quickly looking at me in the eyes, then down at my bulge, then back up to my eyes, Piper gave me a wry smile. Addison, whose cheeks were still rosy red, made my skin tingle as she gazed at me with those fiery blue eyes that said thank you. I gave her a wink and a nod.

All three of us sat in the sand, with me in the middle of these two sexy women, joked and laughed some more. I found out that they both were sophomores at Florida Atlantic University. Piper is going for her doctorate in computer engineering and Addison is going for her doctorate in sports medicine. They both were surprised when I told them I was still in high school.

“Really?!” they said in unison. I raised my eyebrows and nodded in confirmation.

It took a second or two for this new information to sink in before one of them said something, which turned out to be Addison.

“You carry yourself as someone NOT in high school Chad.”

“Wow, I would have never guessed,” Piper added.

“Well, if you saw how I looked a few months ago, both of you would be singing a different tune.”

“I’m sure you didn’t change THAT much,” emphasized Addison.

I reached for my cell phone and went to my Instagram account to pull out pictures from sophomore year. Piper and Addison huddled up closer to me to get a better view. With their breasts brushing up against either side of my arms and taking in their perfume, blood rushed to my cock!

As I opened the app a picture of me appeared with Kimmie and Joe at the beach the day before I went to France for the summer.

“That’s me,” I said pointing to myself in the pic.

Amazement doesn’t quite cover the expression Piper and Addison gave as they examined the picture then back at me.

“Oh my god!” Addison gasped. “You have to be fucking kidding me!”

“No – No fucking way that’s you Chad!” blurted Piper as she gave my shoulder a playful shove.

Addison shaking her head and wagging her finger at me, “Uh – uh, nice try but we don’t believe you.”

We all burst out into laughter. I tried to convince them by showing them other pics of me, but they refused to look as Piper kept saying, “get the fuck out of here with that bullshit.” Tears rolled down our faces and we laughed until our tummies hurt.

“I’m serious guys, look at…” I grinned holding out my phone to them until someone grabbed it from behind me.

Chapter 4

Turning around I see Taylor and Kimmie wide-eyed, smiling at me. “Look at what?” Taylor repeated as she and Kimmie looked down at the pic on my phone.

Piper, Addison, and I all got up and wiped the excess sand off our legs giggling like toddlers.

“Hey guys,” I smiled, “I’m just showing my new friends Piper and Addison a picture of me from a few months back and they don’t believe me.”

Kimmie and Taylor looked at the pic and confirmed that it was indeed me. Addison and Piper were flabbergasted as they questioned how the hell did, I transform like that in such a short period of time.

“Wow,” Addison said in astonishment, “that’s unbelievable!”

“I know. What a difference a summer makes,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Shit, you can say that again,” Piper agreed.

Kimmie giving me an awkward look as her eyes moved from Taylor to Piper then Addison. I got the hint immediately.

That’s what being friends for twelve years gets you. You pick up on what the other is thinking by just a certain look.

“Oh, sorry guys. Where are my manners? Taylor and Kimmie, I would like to introduce you to Piper and Addison.”

As I looked at all four of these gorgeous women shaking hands and introducing themselves to one another I couldn’t help but think of a porn movie I use to religiously watch called Pretty Little Sluts.

My favorite porn genre is group-sex, in particular one man with multiple women, and this movie was a porn parody of the show Pretty Little Liars. I began to wander:

Standing naked in a darkened room, I could barely see anything in front of me if it wasn’t for the one flickering light coming through the window from the outside light post. As my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, I can make out the silhouettes of four dark, shadowy figures standing in front of me close enough to breathe in their scent. I try to reach out to them, but one of the figures slaps my hands away telling me, almost purr-like, I’m not allowed to touch any of them but only be touched. I know that voice; it’s Kimmie.

With one blink I’m instantly surrounded by these four figures. Suddenly, I felt a hand run softly through my hair caressing my scalp. Just as I was enjoying this sensation my head was quickly pulled back by my hair as a voice whispered seductively while nibbling my earlobe, “Your mouth and cock are ours to be used as we see fit Chad. Tonight, you are our sex slave.” I know that voice; it’s Piper.

The other dark figure moves closer to me running both her hands slowly up my abdomen to my chest. It leans forward taking my left nipple in its mouth softly biting down on it. I let out a soft gasp. “Do you comply with our demands?” I know that voice; it’s Taylor.

Just as I was about to respond a warm wet mouth engulfs my cock in one fell swoop sending an electric bolt throughout my body. With a sweet guttural sound, the mouth pulls off and is replaced by two hands frantically jerking my dick then I hear, “Oh – by the feel of this hard cock… he complies,” a voice says with an evil laugh. I know that voice; it’s Addison.

Lost in my imagination, I didn’t hear Taylor call out to me, “Chad – Chad, earth to Chad!”

“I’m sorry. I was lost in thought,” I explained.

Taylor gave me a puzzled look then her eyes glanced down at my groin. She teased with a wide grin, “Yeah, I know EXACTLY what you were thinking about.”

We all looked down at the front of my shorts and my cock was standing at attention!

I didn’t even realize it. My cock has a mind of its own!

“Damn!” Piper blurted out.

Addison raised her eyebrows in awe then looked up at me and smiled.

Kimmie shook her head in disbelief and giggled, “You’re such a perv!”

I didn’t attempt to cover up.

“Confidence Chad, always have confidence,” Josef’s words rung in my head again.

Standing in my best Superman pose I stood proudly with my cock straining to bust through my shorts.

“This – is what happens when you are with four fine-ass women at the beach. You guys have more than just my dick at attention,” I joked.

You could hear the sweet, joyful laughter from a mile away as other people looked at the five of us cracking up. This day couldn’t have gone any better I thought watching these four beautiful, sexy girls in front of me, but there was something missing. My thoughts were interrupted for a quick second by the sound of two guys joking and laughing while throwing a football to one another. I instantly thought of Joe and reminisced about summers past.

Kimmie and my eyes met as I turn back to the group. Like I said before she knew me probably better than I knew myself as she gave me a smile that brought back a million memories in a split second. Her eyes told me I knew what I had to do as she handed me my phone.

The rest of the girls were still in the midst of laughter when I interrupted, “Excuse me one sec guys. I have to make a phone call.”

“Make sure you don’t poke anyone’s eyes out with that thing,” Kimmie joked while smiling and shaking her head.

Playfully I put my middle finger up, turned around and adjusted my cock in my shorts.

Oddly, this felt all too familiar LOL.

I walked a few feet away staring at Joe’s name in my phone.

Just call him. Just call him.

I finally hit the call button and put the phone up to my ear hearing it ring a few times before, “Hey Squirt. Thanks for calling man.”

“Hey Joe,” I began, “How you doing?”

There was a brief pause. Joe’s voice cracked a little when he said, “I can’t begin to tell you… how sorry I am Squirt. You’ve been a brother to me all my life and what I did -,” he began to cry, “what I did, I wouldn’t blame you for hating me.”

I absorbed what he said and I knew he felt genuine guilt for what had transpired. Joe hardly ever shows his feelings. He usually keeps his emotions close to the vest. He’s been that way since the fifth grade when his father died from a heroin overdose. He cried for a couple months straight as Kimmie and I were with him every single day along the way. Even though he wouldn’t admit it, a part of Joe died that day because he and his father were very close. I think that is one of the reasons he has so many meaningless trysts with women. He doesn’t let anyone in besides Kimmie and myself so he won’t get hurt again.

Trying not to be overly sentimental, which I knew he would appreciate, I simply teased, “You’re such a pussy. You going to Danni’s back to school party tomorrow night?”

I hear a quick laugh and sniffle as he responds, “Asshole. Yes, I’m going to the party and I would be a pussy to a dick.”

“Mister Big Dick to you, Joe. Don’t forget that,” I joked.

He suddenly burst out into laughter, “Ok, ok, Mister Big Dick it is! Sorry mom. I’m talking to Squirt.”

Joe let me know he was out with his mother and little sister shopping for back to school supplies. I told him I was out at the beach with Kimmie and three other girls which raised his spirits even more. We talked for a few minutes more and I told him to come by my house later for dinner as we had a lot to talk about.

“Hey Squirt?”

“Yeah – wassup?”

“Thank you.”

Chapter 5

Everything was right with the universe. With a grin, I put my phone back in my pocket turning back towards the girls. Kimmie and Taylor seen me approach as they both had raised eyebrows giving me that ‘Is everything ok?’ look. I nodded my head and gave them a thumbs up. The smiles on their faces were infectious as I let the happiness soak right into my bones. I noticed right away both Piper and Addison were gone.

“Where did Piper and Addison go off to?” I asked looking around.

Kimmie let me know that they had to go and meet up with some of their friends, but to make sure I called them later so we all could hangout. We all decided that we were getting hungry so we decided to go to Burger Craze. This was one of Kimmie’s favorite spots as they played live music and had her favorite burger, The Big Kahuna.

The Big Kahuna is Kobe beef burger topped with caramelized pineapple, ham, orange ginger hoisin sauce, and American cheese. Kimmie says this burger is orgasmic.

As we looked over the menus I teased, “Kimmie, I don’t know why you’re even looking. You get the same thing EVERY time.”

Kimmie playfully rolled her eyes at me and changed the subject, “So, Addison and Piper, huh?”

My shoulders slumped instantly as I pulled up the menu over my face. “I think I’ll take the Carolina Jack. What about you Taylor?” I said feebly ignoring the question.

The response I received was a finger pushing my menu down as both girls came back into view.

“I think I’ll take so, Addison and Piper, huh? For five-hundred Alex,” Taylor deadpanned in her best Jeopardy contestant impersonation.

I was about to answer, but I was saved as her phone rang. Taylor let us know it was an important phone call as she excused herself from the table. When she was out of sight, I turned back to Kimmie who was laughing at me, “You’re in SOOO much trouble mister!”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“She likes you dummy,” Kimmie stated hitting my hand.

I felt lost and confused, but happy and certain. I know she likes me, but we never clarified what our relationship was or if we even had a relationship beyond friendship, especially because of our age difference.

Kimmie could see my mind working and reached over the table to hold my hand.

“Do you like her?” she asked.

“Of course, I do. I like her a lot,” I added, “but this whole sex stuff confuses everything. I don’t know if I’m coming or going half the time.”

Kimmie’s eyes widened as I could tell I just blew her mind away. I was actually surprised she wasn’t aware after all the time they were talking on the pier. Since she didn’t know the particulars, I clued her in on everything. The flight home, this morning and how old Taylor is.

“Chad! What the fuck!”

She only calls me Chad when she is angry or really surprised at me. By her tone I wasn’t sure which one it was.

“God damn-it Kimmie keep your voice down. You’re not to say anything about this to anyone. She’s been a good friend to me and we’re not going to ruin her life over this.”

She composed herself and nodded in agreement, “Of course not. I would never, she’s super nice and I like her too, but you have to have that conversation with her. I saw the reaction she gave you when you introduced her as a ‘good friend’ to me.”

I sat back in my chair and really reflected on Kimmie’s words. I never gave much thought to the notion that Taylor wanted more out of our relationship. Sure, we have great physical chemistry but I never thought for one second that she would want anything more.

“I kind of liked it better before when I wasn’t having so much sex,” I said half-heartedly. While sipping on her ice water I noticed a smile flash across Kimmie’s face from beneath reems of hair. Her eyes looked up at me and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re so full of shit,” Kimmie giggled throwing a napkin at me, “you love every bit of this!”

I couldn’t hold back my smile. She was right, I kind of was enjoying this. Taylor returned to the table apologizing and saying it was a work thing. As she sat in the chair, she looked at Kimmie then at me and let out a resonant sigh, “You told her.”

Kimmie assured her that it was ok and that she wouldn’t tell anyone.

“But what about Joe?” Taylor inquired.

“What about him? Kimmie and I responded in unison to which we both giggled.

The look on Taylor’s face was that she was not in a gaming mood as she said, “You guys are best friends. You will indeed be telling him as well, I gather.”

We both stopped giggling because we knew she was serious by the look in her eyes. Reaching out for Taylor’s hands we promised her that Joe will be the only person we would tell and not to worry. Taylor gave us a big smile and said thank you.

“That’s what friends are for!” I boasted.

“There goes that word again…friend – huh?” Taylor mocked Sikiş hikayeleri looking down at her menu.

Kimmie gave me a coy look as she sipped back on her ice water.

I had to navigate this this carefully as I did not know if Taylor was serious or not. I was no good at reading people, especially women. I looked over at Kimmie with a pleading look of ‘help me’ but she playfully shook her head no.

Oh, I hate her so much right now…LOL

With a slump of my shoulder and clearing my throat I began, “Umm – Taylor?”

“Yes… Chad,” she said not taking her eyes off the menu.

“I’m – I’m not sure, but have I offended you in some way by saying that you’re my friend?”

She sighed putting her menu back on the table and turned to me with a quizzical look on her face, “Chad, we have only known each other for two days but I want you to honestly trust your feelings and ask yourself this: Am I really only your friend?”

That was the thing with Taylor, she never holds her punches and is very straightforward. There are lots of folks who can talk the talk, but she absolutely walks the talk and that’s what I treasured the most about her.

The wheels of my mind were turning about her question. I’m a loss for words. What is she getting at? What does she mean? Of course, she’s more…

A light went off in my head! I looked at Taylor and she raised her eyebrows and smiled. I glance over at Kimmie and she also had a grin from ear to ear.

LOL…Were my thoughts visible?

Taylor wasn’t simply a friend or a good friend, she has become a part of me. She is my gentle center when the storm of life is surrounding me. I know it has only been two days, but she is my calming presence.

“I’m – Taylor,” she said with a smile, “that’s all you need to say, and people will instantly know what that means.”

Her confidence is so awe-inspiring and something I aspire to as it’s anchored in the true self-worth that is always safe its core.

Needless to say, I am relieved. Taylor is someone I want in my life and I don’t want her ever feeling I don’t appreciate or cherish her. Leaning in, I give her a quick peck on the lips, “Have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” I give Kimmie a kiss on the cheek telling her I love her. She smiled and told me she loved me too.

Looking at myself in the mirror I replayed today’s events in my head and I couldn’t be happier. I made amends with Kimmie and Joe, made new friends in Piper and Addison, and most of all I had Taylor with me every step of the way. Fantastic day all-around, I thought, and just then my phone chimed. A message from Lisa.

Oh shit! Lisa. How could I forget about her? This is Lisa ‘FUCKING’ Montero we’re talking about! LOL

Lisa: Hey baby! Just thinking about you. How’s your day? Anything exciting?

Anything exciting? So many exciting things happened today that I knew I couldn’t tell her all of it. I had sex with a girl I have spent countless hours dreaming about being with and today, I hardly thought about Lisa at all. Looking back at myself in the mirror I felt a tinge of guilt in my stomach. I feel conflicted with the reflection staring back at me. The problem I’m facing is that I like all the girls. Each and every one of them. They all have something I am drawn to.

Is this what they mean when they say you can’t eat your cake, and have it too?

I want to make Lisa happy, truly I do, but if I told her what I really want, what I need, she’ll never understand. My phone felt like a ton of bricks as I brought it up to respond to her.

Me: My day is great. I’m at Deerfield Beach with Kimmie and some friends catching up. What you up to today?

I took a deep breath and cleansed my face with some water when my phone chimed again.

Lisa: Kimmie? Can I ask you something?

Me: You can ask me anything. Tell me.

The girls were probably going to put an A.P.B out for me because I’ve been in this bathroom for so long, but I was very curious about Lisa’s question.

Lisa: I get the strange feeling that Kimmie doesn’t like me and after she saw me last night with you it only confirmed my thoughts. Is there anything more than friendship going on between you two I should know about?

That was a loaded question. Way too many layers to breakdown, especially via text message. I had to type this carefully.

Me: Kimmie is my best friend. We had an issue over this summer and we met at the beach to resolve it. You have nothing to worry about. She has never mentioned to me before that she doesn’t like you so you might be reading more into it than you should.

Lisa: Ok. I got the perfect outfit for tomorrow night. You’re going to love it! Call me later when you get home. I miss you.

There is so much to admire about Lisa but I think the fact that she can change subjects at the blink of an eye was what I fancied the most, almost child-like.

Me: I’ll call you as soon as I get home and I miss you too.

Chapter 6

As I walked out of the bathroom, I noticed the band finishing up a set and an idea popped into my head. I see the girls through the crowd looking a little antsy as our waiter delivered the food probably thinking what the hell is taking me so long.

I get the attention of one of the band members and whisper something to her and she gives me smile and a head nod.

“Excuse me ladies and gentlemen,” the band member says into the mic. The crowd turns and looks at her, “Thank you. We have a young man here who wants to express his true feelings to two special young ladies in the crowd today.”

Slowly I step forward and the crowd starts to clap a little. I make eye contact with both Taylor and Kimmie. They both mouths, “What are you doing?” as their faces lit up with a combination of happiness and embarrassment.

I brought the mic up to my mouth, “Uh – Umm, hi guys. Not something I usually do but I wanted to let these two wonderfully important women in my life know how much they mean to me,” I said as I pointed to Taylor and Kimmie.

The entire crowd turned to them with even some of the passers by stopping and looking on at the scene. People started to clap and cheer. Kimmie and Taylor meekly waved and smiled at the crowd then back up at me playfully shaking their heads.

“Bear with me because I don’t have the greatest voice in the world, but if you know this song please feel free to sing along with me. Here goes nothing.”

I look back at the guitarist indicating it was time to start and he strung out the instrumental and the crowd exploded as they knew this song instantly and I began with everyone singing along:

Thank you for being a friend

Traveled down a road and back again

Your heart is true, you’re a pal and a confidant

And if you threw a party

Invited everyone you knew

Well, you would see the biggest gift would be from me

And the card attached would say

Thank you for being a friend

“One more time EVERYONE!” one of the band members yelled then the crowd sang louder.

And if you threw a party

Invited everyone you knew

Well, you would see the biggest gift would be from me

And the card attached would say

Thank you for being a friend

There was something magical about this crowd. They were so jubilant like children on Christmas Day. In that moment it was pure bliss written on everyone’s face as they clapped, whistled and cheered on. Taylor and Kimmie faces were priceless watching them both giving me a smile from ear to ear, shaking their heads in disbelief.

“Thank you, guys, for being such a terrific crowd!” I exulted pumping my fist up in the air with delight.

I thanked each band member and walked back over to my table through the sea of people giving me high fives and pats on the back.

“More than friends!” I said proudly pulling both Kimmie and Taylor in for a hug. In that moment, in their embrace I felt the world around me melt away. This couldn’t have been more perfect!

During our meal we talked some more; with the girls primarily teasing me about Piper and Addison. I insisted that there were just friends that wanted to hang out, but the girls kept saying that I was naïve to the fact that Piper and Addison were into me, especially Addison.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice her looking at you like a piece of meat,” maintained Taylor as she took a sip of her green tea.

“They both did,” Kimmie added, “especially after your wardrobe malfunction!”

My face went blank looking at her with confusion in my eyes. Her facial expression turned from good-natured to deadpan, “Really Squirt?”

I still gave her a look of ‘What the fuck are you talking about?’ Kimmie continued to stare at me when she put up her two index fingers together then slowly pulled them apart, “Your tight shorts and Mr. Long John’s appearance.”

Taylor suddenly snorted with laughter as the green tea she was drinking expelled through her nose accidentally. Both Kimmie and I quickly handed a napkin to Taylor who couldn’t stop laughing, “Kimmie you’re SOOO right! Oh – my – God!”

I sat back in my chair and reached for my ice water staring at Kimmie through the top of my glass as I drank slowly. She must have seen the twinkle in my eye, “You see right there!” Kimmie pointed at me and giggled, “You saw their look too.”

Taylor playfully punched me in the arm, “You’ve turned into such a slut now. I guess you’re catching up for lost time, huh?”

Not playing dumb any longer, I finally admitted that it I did notice how Addison and Piper reacted to me. I didn’t seek them out intentionally I told Kimmie and Taylor it just sort-of-happened.

Taylor glanced at Kimmie then gave me a kiss on the cheek and rubbed my hand, “Have you guys ever seen the movie Captain America: The First Avenger?”

Kimmie and I just stared at her like she had two foreheads. Taylor gave a quick chuckle and an apology to that OBVIOUS dumb question. She went on to explain that she had a theory on why this summer happened the way it did. She had Kimmie and I on the edge of our seats with that one as we listened intently.

Taylor sensed she had our ear and proceeded to quote Dr. Erskine from the movie, “This is why you were chosen. Because a strong man, who has known power all his life, may lose respect for that power. But a weak man knows the value of strength, and knows compassion.”

Woah! My mind is officially blown with that one!

Kimmie spoke first, “So, you’re saying this is kind-a-like Squirt’s origin story?”

“Exactly!” Taylor chirped leaning forward, “I’ve been thinking about this when we were talking up on the pier. The genuinely good person he is and the physical transformation from what he was to what he is now usually does not happen. It definitely coincides with the movie.”

As they conversed, her theory raced through my mind like a train with no chance of stopping. I never thought about it from that perspective. Immediately, I thought back to early this morning when Nate jokingly asked me what kind of super-soldier-serum I took in France. With a joyful eye and a light raise of my eyebrow I gave Taylor a peck to her cheek thanking her for her kind words.

I loved that movie and for someone to compare me to Steve Rogers was, in a word, fantastic!

Taylor and Kimmie seemed to be having a private conversation as I watched them whispering to each other while looking at me.

“What are you guys up to?” I asked focusing on both of these beautiful girls with raised curiosity.

“It’s time Chad!” blurted Taylor with a mischievous giggle.

“Time for what?”

Kimmie was cheeky and casual when she answered, “The Chloe and Olivia story.”

Oh shit! I forgot all about Taylor wanting me to tell that story.

I really did try to get out of telling the story by saying it was not the right time, I feel stuffed from the food we ate, and we were all tired but they didn’t let up.

“It’s time to pay up Chad. You promised you would tell me because we didn’t get a chance to talk about it on the plane because, well, you know,” Taylor said with a smirk and a wink.

Kimmie looked at both of us quizzically, “You didn’t?”

I gave a slight shrug with an embarrassed grin and Taylor sipped on her green tea trying not to make eye contact.

“Ooohh, you guys are nasty – I love it!” marveled Kimmie.

I’ve never been one to not follow through on a promise and I was not going to stop now. “Ok,” I sighed, “You guys ready?”

They looked at each other like little children in anticipation of the ice cream truck and squealed in unison, “Yes!”

“Well it all started – “

“Wait!” Kimmie stopped me, “Before you start, do you have a picture of them? I’d like to get a visual of the people you are talking about.

Kimmie was all about the details. Whenever someone would tell her a story about anything, she would ALWAYS request visual aides to get a clearer picture in her mind. One of the quirks I loved about her.

I gave her the social media accounts of both Chloe and Olivia so she could see how they looked. Taylor knew what Chloe looked like but was eager in seeing Olivia so she scooted over next to Kimmie to look at the pictures. I could tell they were impressed by the twinkle in their eyes.

Taylor’s smile was one of happiness and joy as she looked up at me, “This is going to be one hell of a story!”

I wasn’t quite sure but a flash of annoyance seemed to come across Kimmie’s face when she looked up at me giving me what seemed to be a forced smile.

Was she upset? She can’t be, could she?

Being friends for so long, like I said before, staring could be our only form of communication and my eyes were clearly wondering if she was ok. Kimmie gave me a quick nod, “Go on. Tell us Chad.”

There she goes again calling me Chad.

Chapter 7

You would think that watching porn would have you prepared, especially with as much porn I’ve watched over the years. You’ve seen it or television, on your computer and even on your phone. Of course, you get the basics down of what is what and this goes there, but when you actually are in the moment all that shit goes out the window. No longer am I just a voyeur, I have a living, breathing, sexy as fuck female standing in front of me that’s not only willing to have sex with me but is eager to. Shit, you can basically say she initiated it.

“Wait, I thought you had sex with both Chloe and Olivia?” Taylor asked with a confused expression on her face.

I leaned back in my chair, folded my arms and locked eyes with Taylor from across the table. There was no softness in the gaze I gave her, if you can call it that. The look I gave her was all the message that needed to be sent. She knew she fucked up.

“I know, I know. I’ll let you finish YOUR story. I’m sorry.”

Kimmie couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

Where was I? Oh Yes…

So, after I met up with Olivia and Chloe at the clothing boutique store, we all decided to hang out that night. When I got home, I told Josef and grandma about my plans for the evening. They let me know it was fine and that they also had plans; Josef would take grandma on a romantic dinner date. He would often do that as he said it was necessary.

“When you love someone, Chad, always keep the passion burning for one another,” Josef would say, “Love is like a friendship caught on fire: In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love become as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.”

Josef was always so profound with his words, but I came to find out that it wasn’t his saying, he was quoting Bruce Lee.

I’ve never been a person to fuss over what to wear, not really fashion conscious. But, being with Josef and grandma those last few months I quickly grew into it. I became kind of obsessed with how I looked, especially with what I’m wearing.

“You look good, you feel good, you do good!” Josef would beat into my head, almost hypnotically, every single day.

Kimmie and Taylor were listening intently, but I could tell by their faces they were not sure as to why I was bringing that up.

“I bring this up because – “

“You can tell we were getting kind of lost there for a minute,” Kimmie interjected.

“I know – I know. Just bear with me.”

Where was I? Oh Yes…

Standing in the bedroom in my boxer-briefs staring at three different outfits on the bed racking my brain on which one to wear I was so lost in my own head and I didn’t hear the knocking on my door when Emma, my grandma’s housekeeper, walked in.

“Je suis tellement désolé monsieur Chad!” Emma said embarrassingly putting her hands up to her mouth.

“It’s ok Emma. Not a big deal,” I replied not turning around. She has walked on me in my underwear plenty of times I thought; why is she making a big deal of it now?

That’s when I hear, “Délicieux!”

Wait, that’s not Emma!

I stood there frozen as if my feet were nailed to the floor. The footsteps slowly approached from behind then she came into view. It was Olivia!

Olivia flipped her hair across her face and gave me a broad smile. “Why, hello Chad!” she flirted shamelessly.

It felt like someone turned on a gas heater inside of my body, beads of sweat trickling down the side of my face. Olivia could see the nervousness on my face and put a hand on my shoulder, “It’s ok. Just breath.”

Her words made me slow my breathing because I was definitely hyperventilating. I was so focused on Olivia that I didn’t notice Emma still apologizing.

“C’est bon Emma. Je vais le prendre d’ici. Tu peux y aller,” Olivia directed not taking her eyes off me.

Emma thanked her and left the room. With the door closed, Olivia slithered around me like a snake playing with their prey ready to devour it. Not taking her hands off of me, sending goosebumps up my spine, she caressed my chest, my back and abdomen, “VERY nice Chad. Very nice indeed.”

I was paralyzed by this sexy vixen and she knew the power she had over me. Even though I felt I couldn’t move my cock had a mind of its own as Olivia had its FULL ATTENTION.

How do I describe Olivia? One word: Voluptuous. She is a 5’1” brunette sex-kitten with brown eyes, D-cup breasts, thick thighs and ass. Just GOD-DAMN sexy. Look up Ariel Winter.

She wrapped her arms around my neck looking up at me, “I can’t believe you’re the same person I met six weeks ago. This is crazy.”

I really wanted to say something cool in this moment, but for the life of me I couldn’t think of one fucking thing.

Chad, you’re such an ass. All that training with grandma and Josef, now the moment arrives and I’m fucking blowing it!

It seems that Olivia didn’t mind me being a mute as she slid her hand back down my chest, across my six-pack then into my briefs grabbing my phallus.

“Ahh – SHIT!” I moaned.

Olivia looked down very pleased at the steel rod she had in her grasp and complimented, “Wow!”

The first hand on my cock, other than mine! OMG! This is the greatest moment of my LIFE!

“Guys, do you know what the first thing that entered my mind when this was happening?” I asked Taylor and Kimmie who both were glued to my every word like kindergartners during story time.

Taylor sat straight up and wisecracked, “It better had been – I’m finally going to get some pussy!”

Didn’t I say she has no filter?

A burst of childish laughter ensued as tears were rolling down all three of our cheeks. As we calmed down, I answered, “Ok well, maybe the second thing then. It was the Black-Eyed Peas.”

Kimmie gave me a frown, “Squirt, what the hell are you talking about?” She looked at Taylor who gave her ‘the hell if I know’ look then turned back to me, “Why would you think of the Black-Eyed Peas?”

I gave them both a wink and sang:

I gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night

That tonight’s gonna be a good night

That tonight’s gonna be a good, good night

They both took a handful of fries and threw it at me giggling with Kimmie saying, “Oh shut-up and finish the story Squirt.”

“C’mon, that wasn’t funny?”

“Ummm – yeah, great job Kevin Hart!” Taylor said sarcastically giving me a thumbs up.

Where Erotik hikaye was I? Oh Yes…

Olivia stood before me as clear as a summer day, her black hair falling beautifully across her face. The curve of her lips, so delectable, so inviting, I was transfixed by them. She was extraordinary!

As good as Olivia’s hand felt on my cock, I HAD to witness it for myself. My cock never looked more magnificent pulsating in her grip! Just as I thought nothing could be greater, I see not one, not two but three strings of saliva slowly descend onto my dick. This was like straight out of a porn flick. She knew how to handle a man’s fuck stick.

“I want you to be totally honest with me Chad. Can you do that for me?” she asked stroking my cock with purpose. I concentrated with all my might not to cum right then and there. The mixture of her spit and expert handling of my dick, I never felt anything so wonderful in my life!

“Ye – yes,” I stuttered with shallow breath.

“Are you a virgin?”

Her hand gripped on my cock was like Wonder Woman’s Lasso of Truth as I could not lie to her question.

“Yes,” I slowly nodded, “I am a virgin.”

A Cheshire grin spread over Olivia’s face, the kind that said she wanted to do something so bad – yet so good.

“To be honest guys, all I could focus on was her five fingers wrapped around my cock and how good it felt as she slowly stroked it,” I said with my eyes closed reliving the experience, “I couldn’t believe it was actually happening.”

I felt so centered. With each chest rise and fall I could hear each breathe I made with ease. A small smile crept on my face and I simply let it sit there remembering Olivia. Being totally lost in the moment I open my eyes to see both Taylor and Kimmie smiling at me.

Oh shit! I forgot I was telling a story…

To be honest I was primed and ready to explode, but the way she manipulated my cock by squeezing the base of it prevented me from doing so. She just kept telling me not yet and that she was preparing me for a long and special night. I was not going to object because like I said this was the first time anyone other than myself has touched my dick so I just nodded my head in compliance.

“Good boy – I like a man that follows direction,” Olivia purred as she tugged on my manhood pulling herself up close to my chest. Staring into her eyes there was a spark of desire in them which instantly gave me goosebumps. All I wanted was her; nothing else mattered.

“Pl – Please Olivia, I can’t take it anymore. Let me cum,” I begged.

“Cum for me now,” she ordered then pulled me into a fiery, passionate and demanding kiss. I lost myself in the moment as ropes and ropes and ropes of cum spurted from my cock onto Olivia’s hand. Both me and Olivia had to break the kiss and witness how much cum was expelling out of me.

“OH – MY – GOD!” we both exclaimed as she continued stroking me. It was like a scene from a Bukkake porn shoot as to how much spunk came out of me. As the last drop was released, I was on cloud nine!

“But –,” I confessed with a tinge of embarrassment.

“But – what?!” Kimmie and Taylor asked in unison with their voice almost cracking.

“Listen, this was the first time a girl has ever touched my penis and I never thought -,” I started rambling until Kimmie interjected, “Squirt, just tell us what happened.”

“I fainted.”

“You WHAT?!” Taylor asked as if unsure what she heard was correct.

“Yeah, you heard right. I fainted in a puddle of my own cum.”

The look on their faces were priceless as their eyes seemed to pop from their skull with a snorting of laughter that followed; Kimmie put her hands to her face and Taylor leaning back in her chair, pounding the table in hysterics.

“This could ONLY happen to you!” giggled Kimmie.

Taylor got up from her chair, walked over to sit next to me and gave me a consoling kiss, “I’m just glad my baby can swim. It would have been a shame if you drowned in your own cum.”

The girls laughed even harder at that comment.

Even though it was at my expense I couldn’t help but chuckle as well. Looking back, it was kind of funny. Where was I again? Oh yeah…

I’m not sure how long I was out for but what I do remember is I was awoken by two people squabbling.

“Why can’t you ever listen?! We were supposed to do this together,” one voice hissed.

“I was going to wait for you, but look at him! He just looked so good standing there in his boxers I couldn’t help myself,” the other voiced explained.

Slowly I opened my eyes and make out the two standing over top of me; Chloe and Olivia.

“So, all you did was jack him off and,” Chloe asked perplexed, “he passed out?”

Olivia nodded and giggled, “Mhmm, it was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. He gave me a big wide smile, said thank you and the next thing I knew… he was out cold.”

Chloe let out a small giggle, “Poor thing. His first time cumming took a lot out of him, but damn! He sure spurted out a lot!”

“I know, right?! I’ve never heard of or seen anything like this. Look at the floor, look at my hand and forearm!” Olivia gasped raising her hand to her face in disbelief.

As I was on the floor regaining my bearings all I could think about was Chloe’s words of: We were supposed to do this together.

Holy shit!

“I hope he has -,” Chloe started to say before I interrupted, “Ummm – hey guys.”

Chapter 8

Don’t blow, don’t blow it, don’t blow it was all I could think about while in the bathroom staring at my reflection. This is what Olivia was preparing me for! She wanted me to get that first cum out the way so when it was time to fuck, I wouldn’t just blow my load instantly.

Did I just say I’m going to FUCK?! Oh my God! This day has finally arrived!

And me being a connoisseur of the porn genre and the five-finger palm technique I know, all too well, after you get that first load out, a guy can last longer the following times.

“Five-finger palm technique?” Kimmie asked with a puzzled expression. To say I was dumbfounded that she didn’t get that reference is an understatement.

This is the same girl who swallowed Joe’s 7-inch cock and held it in her throat for twenty seconds, right?

Taylor reached for a ketchup bottle on our table and reenacted a guy jerking off. Kimmie blushed instantly and chuckled while shaking her head, “You’re so stupid Squirt.”

“Connoisseur of the porn genre?” Taylor sarcastically interjected, “Is that what the horny teenage boys are calling it nowadays?”

I took a sip of my water and gave them both a coy look, “I have the liberty to use Artistic license when telling MY story ladies.”

“Oh – Whatever!” piped Taylor, as she nudged my shoulder, “Continue YOUR story.”

Isn’t that what I’ve been trying to do?

I felt giddy with excitement and I wanted to run, to shout from the mountaintops: I’M ABOUT TO FUCK! Not one but with TWO super sexy women! I tried my best to calm down but I just felt tingly all over. With one final look in the mirror I confidently said, “It’s now or never. You got this!”

What stood before me when I walked out of the bathroom was something, up until that point, I’ve only dreamt about. Chloe and Olivia were stark naked in a small embrace kissing one another. I couldn’t help but shake the suspicious feeling that they have done this before by how their tongues played together.

I was in a hypnotic trance watching how they were in the throes of passion, with every gentle caress of the breasts and pulling of the nipples, slow grab of the ass and soft kiss of the lips. Olivia’s hand crept in between Chloe’s legs and within a few seconds Chloe clutched onto her tightly with a moan and a shiver.

Olivia got skills!

Her breathing being a little ragged, Chloe raises her head up meekly, biting her lower lip with a soft moan and smiles like someone who got high for the first time, “Oh – hi Chaaad! Feeling better?”

Olivia quickly turns around and looks me in the eye then down at my cock which is harder than a titanium rod and grins, “He is DEFINITELY feeling better!” She gave Chloe a kiss on the cheek then continued, “Doesn’t he have such a BEAUTIFUL cock?”

Chloe whose eyes were also fixated on my cock just hummed hungrily, “Mhmmm.”

What struck me in all of this was the dynamic between Olivia and Chloe. When I hung out with them it was Chloe who seemed to be the leader, the one that made most of the decisions, but right now it was Olivia who took charge.

“Go sit on the bed and wait for us,” Olivia told Chloe then turned to me extending her hand, “Come over here to me Chad.”

It almost seemed as if I glided over to her on a magic carpet because I really don’t remember taking a step. Looking down at her I was just hypnotized by her brown eyes. They were like the color of hot cocoa, sprinkled with tiny flecks of gold like mini marshmallows. I was hers to use in any way she saw fit.

“Ready to taste your very first pussy?” Olivia asked in a sultry tone. I took a big gulp as I had a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through my veins. I nodded my head.

“Then taste this,” she said putting her two fingers she had in Chloe’s pussy in my mouth, “does she not taste exquisite?”

My first taste of pussy. It was so immensely satisfying, I savored every inch of Olivia’s fingers, sucking on them like a lollipop.

“Black cherries,” I whispered ever so softly with my eyes closed.

Olivia couldn’t make out what I said and ask me to repeat. I opened my eyes, “Black cherries,” I smiled, licked her fingers some more and went on, “tastes like fresh black cherries!”

Both girls giggled with Chloe thanking me for the compliment. Olivia gently reached for my steel rod for a cock and led me to the bed.

“Lay back on the bed Chloe and open your legs. Class is in session and we are going to teach young Chad here how to PROPERLY eat a woman’s pussy.”

The excitement I felt was like the feeling you get when you’re on a roller-coaster about to take that first dive from the first steep climb. The anticipation was a nervous kind of energy.

Before I knew it, I was face-to-face with Chloe’s hairless, sweet aroma, glistening pussy! I wanted to just jump head first, quite literally, into it but Olivia told me to be patient, take my time and focus on the entire vaginal area, not just the opening.

“Pay attention to everything Chad. Don’t just stick your tongue in there flailing it all around,” Olivia instructed with her face next to mine, “Lick her pussy lips first.”

I did as I was told and gently traced around Chloe’s outer vaginal lips which made her coo with pleasure, but her sounds were a little muffled and when I looked up, I found the reason being Olivia was sitting on her face.

With her face flushed, Olivia had a pure look of joy, “You take direction very well. Now, do that again but this time also focus on that little nub at the top. That’s a woman’s clit. It is very sensitive so be careful when you lick and suck on it. If you do it right a woman can feel great pleasure but if you do it wrong, it will be painful.”

Nodding my head again I did what I was told and when I reached the clit, I flicked with my tongue a couple times which made Chloe squirm. I looked up at Olivia who gave me an approving smile and told me to continue.

I followed every direction Olivia gave which drove Chloe wild as she reached for the back of my head pulling me into her further.

“You’re not doing it good if your face isn’t covered in pussy juice,” Olivia repeated on a few occasions.

While I was in the midst of tongue fucking Chloe to another orgasm Olivia told me to stop and look at her. Chloe began bucking her hips and panted, “No – No, pleaaase don’t stop! Pleassse, I’m so close. I want to cum again!”

Olivia ordered me to stand up quickly and as I did, she grabbed my cock and pulled me into Chloe’s dripping wet pulsating love box.

I’ve been waiting for, praying for this day to arrive!

I could honestly say I thought I was going to cry when my dick pushed through the velvet opening as it sucked me in. My toes curled, I arched my back and the sensation of pleasure could be felt in every fiber of my body. I was in such a heightened state, I saw God!

Chloe made a scream from the pit of her stomach like she was unleashing a demon, “FUUUCCCKKKK – MEEEEEEEE!”

The combination of watching my dick, coated with Chloe’s love juice, pistoning in and out of her cunt while Olivia was furiously rubbing and sucking Chloe’s clit at the same time, I was on the very edge of exploding everything I had! Olivia, staring up at me, could tell how I was feeling because the next thing I knew she slammed her lips into mine sucking my tongue which moments ago was licking her best friend’s pussy.

My brain was lit on fire as I completely forgot about cumming and had renewed energy. I broke the kiss and reached for her breasts. Olivia’s breasts were so warm and inviting, so responsive to the touch. Her nipples became rock hard as I rolled them in between my fingers. She gave a pleasing sigh as she looked at me with thirst in her eyes.

“I’m CUUUMMINGG… I’m CUUUMMMINGG,” yelled Chloe as I could hear the sloshing sound emanating from between her legs and see the tinge of white secretion coating my cock. I continued to fuck but she eventually pushed me off of her because she said she couldn’t take anymore.

This was surreal. Only in my wildest dreams did I expect this to happen.

Now there was a problem. Moments ago, I couldn’t wait to cum but now it was quite the opposite. My dick was rock hard and unable to cum.

Olivia saw my dilemma and had an idea as she instructed me to go over to the swivel chair in the corner of the bedroom. She kissed and then whispered something to Chloe who was still trembling, but coming down from the high of her orgasm. Olivia walked over to me.

“It seems you need extra stimulation in order to cum Chad,” Olivia said softly as she carefully descended onto my lap with my cock gently nuzzled in between the crack of her ass, “You need to feel, see and hear in order to get off.”

Not fully understanding what she meant, but I was willing to try anything at this point to cum because my dick needed relief in the worst way.

Olivia began to rock her ass along the length of my throbbing member and looked back at me innocently with her sparkling brown eyes.

“Are you ready?’ she asked softly.

There was no need for a response. The expression on my face was one of purposeful intent which was all the answer Olivia needed as she gave me a wicked smile, bringing her right hand to her mouth and licked it.

She rose from my lap, bent over and reached for my dick with her wet right hand, “Come – take this pussy Chad! It’s been aching to feel that beautiful cock in it.”

Like she said: I follow directions very well.

I was so preoccupied with Olivia teasing me I didn’t take notice of Chloe on the bed watching our every move while finger-fucking herself until I got out of the chair. With Olivia guiding my cock into her throbbing, hot, wet cunt I let out a deep grunt, “Oh Fuuuckk!”

“Ohhh SHIT!” Olivia cried, “Fuck me like the slut I am!”

I was a man possessed, pounding into her like a jackhammer into concrete. My dick had one mission and it was to destroy that pussy! The white creamy tone of her tight, juicy ass bouncing against my pelvis reverberated throughout the room with Olivia groaning and moaning, “I’m CUUUUUMMMIING!”

What I didn’t expect was that now the roles of Olivia and Chloe were about to be reversed with Chloe taking charge.

The reckless abandon I was fucking Olivia with, I felt her legs give way as I finally unloaded a large deposit of baby batter deep in her love canal. I had to hold her up or should would have crashed onto the floor.

“Chad – she’s had enough!” Chloe shouted while still feverishly fucking herself to another orgasm with her index and middle finger, “Put her – AHH AHH – on the floor – UGGGHHH!”

My dick was soaked in cunt juice taking it out of Olivia, easing her down to the floor beside me. She looked so out of it with her breathing slow and shallow.

Did I fuck her to sleep? No way! This ain’t The Chauffeur! LOL

With a look of concern, I asked Chloe who rolled out of the bed and strolled over by us with an air of confidence, “Is she ok?”

The way she stared at me was one of admiration as she reached behind my head to pull me into a deep passionate tongue-kiss.

The type of kiss that will leave an imprint on my life forever.

We broke the kiss and Chloe licked her lips. “You’re just so yummy,” she said with the excitement of a cheerleader at a football game, “Did you have fun?!”

“I can’t even begin to tell you how much!” I smiled pulling her in for a bear hug, “Thank you!”

Chloe hugged me back and giggled. I’m guessing a guy has never thanked her after having sex, but I couldn’t help it. Up until that point, it was the greatest experience of my life!

Still in the embrace I looked down at Olivia who was still out like a light, “Chloe? Is she going to be alright?”

“She’ll be ok. She’s just gets drunk off good dick, that’s all,” she said matter-of-factly, “You should feel honored.”

I gave her a blank stare as I did not know how to react to what she just said.

How many times has she got drunk off good dick? How many guys has she slept with?

Chloe started to burst out into laughter as she could see me in deep, deep thought, “We’re just kidding – Liv get your crazy ass up here before you give Chad a brain aneurysm.”

Olivia jumped up off the floor giving me a hug and sweet kiss on the lips. Needless to say, I was confused. Chloe let me know that Olivia didn’t want me to be the only one to experience a blackout after an intense orgasm.

“Oh – yeah,” I said with slight embarrassment, “I’m sorry about that one.”

The girls came on either side of me and hugged me. “Don’t be ridiculous Chad,” Olivia went on, “I found it extremely flattering.”

“That’s right. Plus, you should be very proud of yourself” Chloe said.

“For what – fainting in a puddle of my own cum?” I replied with a cringe.

“No silly,” Chloe answered then continued, “You’re the ONLY guy we’ve EVER allowed to sleep with the both of us.”

My eyes brightened up at that statement looking at Olivia who gave me the most genuine smile!

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“And that’s how my first time went. Some small bumps in the road to start off with, but overall it was magnificent!” I sighed with sense of pride looking at Kimmie and Taylor.

“Woah!” Taylor exclaimed squeezing my thigh, “that story made my pussy wet!”

Both, Kimmie and I looked at Taylor in disbelief. I was fascinated by her carefree nature to say whatever is on her mind at any time. The look Kimmie gave was something different that I couldn’t place.

I got the attention of our waiter and asked for the check as we all decided it was time to go. Taylor got another phone call she said she had to answer and excused herself. With a lingering kiss on the cheek, she got up and I knew all too well what that kiss meant. She wanted to fuck!

Just like on the plane coming to Florida I stared at her perky ass along with some other onlookers as she walked to the back of the restaurant.

I turn back to Kimmie with a smile, “She’s something else, isn’t she?”

Kimmie didn’t answer and by the look on her face I could sense she wants to tell me something.

“Just blurt it out. What the hell is going on Kimmie?”

Biting her lower lip, which she does when something is bothering her, I ask her again to tell me what’s wrong.

Kimmie gives a quick glance over my shoulder to see where Taylor was then looks back at me with concern in her eyes and asks, “Are you liking the person you’ve become?”

Where in the Fuck did this come from?

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Post Notes

Hi guys! I hope you enjoyed this latest offering as much as I did in writing it. Part B will be out soon as I’m in the process of editing it. Please feel free to give your thoughts as I do check my stories daily for comments and will respond in kind. Once again, thank you for being patient with me because I know you guys would prefer these stories to come out faster. I wish I could give all my time in writing, but life does get in the way and bills must be paid. Until next time.

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In our last chapter, we unfortunately lost Sylvia, Cindy’s mother sacrifice the remainder of her life to protect her daughter and her friend. Kara wounded and yet managed to protect Cindy. The family came together, not only the Meyers, Thurgoods and Edwards, but also JJ’s adoptive family, all came together to help Kara and Daniel make it through the traumatic events.

Kara released two days later, under strict doctor’s orders not to exert herself. Nevertheless, she told the doctor she was going to attend the funeral of her friend Sylvia, come hell or high water. Sylvia had no other family, so our family arranged for her funeral. Funerals are never for the dead, there for us living to say goodbye. That was a difficult goodbye. Reverend Akins did a very good job with the eulogy. We had a chair brought to the graveside for Kara although she insisted on walking to it. Daniel actually carried a sobbing Kara away from the grave after the funeral.

Life always has its difficulties, and this definitely is one of the worst times. If you hold on long enough life always turns around, things get better. Occasionally you cannot see that for the mist that obscures your vision at the bottom. Eventually even that clears, sometimes the road ahead is difficult sometimes it fills with family and joy.

The Ten of Them: chapter 27 Composed by hard93 and Dimek

We all held on to each other, we let the love for each other comfort and console us. It did not take long for Cindy to become her Mom’s best nurse, Sam and Crystal would always help too. When Kara would become frustrated and want to move around, one of the girls would bring her something for her to read to them. Reading a story to them usually kept Kara in bed for a little longer until Daniel would be there to keep her company. Kara and Daniel stayed with us for a few weeks during her early recovery. Even the Coach and Helen slept in my house to be near their daughter we had almost lost.

After two weeks Kara’s Doctor released her to go back to her normal activities, but warm not to be over strenuous with her exercises. They left for home that afternoon with the three girls going along to help where they could. She was going to need some physical therapy but her wound healed nicely, they used a small incision and she had just a small scar on her mid-thigh of her left leg.

Daniel had taken the dime the doctor removed from Kara’s femur, along with an x-ray taken of her leg, a certified statement from the surgeon who removed the dime, a copy of the police report, he compiled all the evidence if needed for Kara’s defense.

Several of the tenets of the apartment building where Sylvia lived, made a YouTube video and they spoke of what they witnessed. One even had a cellphone video showing him breaking in, leveling the shotgun and moving it as he aimed and fired. From the angle outside, you see bits of lamp that Daniel hit him with fly through the door. He step further in when he attacked Daniel, only moments later to be flying back out the door and struck his head on the banister of the walkway. His head pops forward into his chest that stops his backward momentum and he slides down the railing onto the walkway. I am sure that was what contributed to his death. If he had landed flat, he probably would be still alive today.

The next thing you see is the shotgun placed under his chin, and Daniel standing over him in the doorway. From the look on Daniel’s face, he realizes that he was dead, before he turns back to the grisly scene inside.

Sylvia’s neighbors speak out against the DA who was attending to investigate if Kara could have used less force in subduing her attacker. Many in the apartment building claim Kara as a hero to the community. The video goes viral, even without Kara’s face seen on the video. The State Attorney General releases a statement saying it had become clear that because of the way he fell Kara did not intend for his death to occur, releasing her of all wrongdoing.

The family breathes a collective sigh of relief upon learning what the statement says. Charles chuckles and says, “If they tried Kara, it would reverse the right for self-defense in the state. That is something they are not willing to do. Politically it would be suicide, and look like the state was pro-crime.”

It was a few weeks after everything settle down when Kara finally was able to return to school and the martial arts class. When she walked into the room, followed by Kathryn, Sam, Crystal and Cindy she got a standing round of applause. This had an effect on her that I did not expect. Kara almost broke down into tears.

“JJ can I address the class before you start us up” asked Kara. I had a feeling something was on her mind so I gave permission to proceed.

“Guys I want to thank you for your support, however this incident I was involved in has taught me many things. First watch how much force you use when taking someone down, too much force and you can seriously hurt someone, only use what is necessary. A few weeks ago, I killed a man. I reacted, I did not think, my body was on an adrenaline rush; in a rash bit of self-defense I killed a man. I was lucky that if I had been more knowledgeable of martial arts skills I could have been charged for manslaughter, so please guys watch what you do and how you use what you learn.”

Kara stopped and looked at me; I nodded and picked up where she left off. “Listen guys and girls the fact is that martial arts can be classified as a deadly weapon. If a person has high enough skill, if you were to seriously injure or kill someone with your skills, the self-defense excuse may not always work, martial arts is about discipline, and if I find out anyone is abusing these skills you will be kicked out of the class.”

Janet questions, “Does that mean you are kicking out Kara? From what I understand she was acting in self-defense, hell she was shot.”

I looked at Kara and noticed the glare I got back from her, but I picked up where I left off. “No, Kara is not being kicked out of the class she was completely justified, although I am limiting her future activities in class to no contact, no punching or kicking because of her medical condition.”

Kara still standing at the head of the class explains, “Guys what happened was self-defense, I was shot, and I acted. I had to protect Cindy here my new daughter. Cindy was in my arms and we were his intended target, Sylvia jumped between us, she saved Cindy’s and my life at the same time. Sylvia was my best friend. I was so afraid, not just for myself but for Sylvia and Cindy, adrenaline overpowered my kick. It was more powerful then what would have been normal. All I am saying is that we all have to try using common sense when using the skills that JJ is teaching. Now for me, being limited for medical conditions now is open for debate, but I might as well let the cat out of the bag since rumors spread fast anyway. I am pregnant…”

The class was totally silent except for me hearing Kathryn trying to hold back a small giggle, While Sam, Crystal and Cindy just smiled widely until Kara continues, “And it would seem my husband did a real good job with it as I am having twins.”

Janet was the first to say, “Congrats Kara. However Now I have a question. JJ what is the point of learning self-defense if we can get in trouble defending ourselves?”

Using what knowledge I have of the law I reply, “Good point Janet and this is one that is always a sticky one. Everyone has a right to defend himself or herself, however, there is a limit. You cannot intentionally kill the attacker. The objective is to subdue an attacker with the least amount of force, without endangering yourself. Too much force and you can be looking at trouble with the law, but that might be preferable to being dead. Of course there may be other factors and different circumstances, like Kara’s circumstance, but the main goal is subdue your attacker so that they are no longer a threat at the time.”

The debate went on for a while but we finally got back into the lesson. After the lesson was over, I was standing back as I watched a few of the girl students walk up, hug Kara, and congratulate her. I walked over to Kathryn and gave her a hug and a kiss.

I ask, “Is there something wrong with Kara?”

Kathryn says, “Yes but I think it is something that we need to discuss at home. Cindy has told me a few things that she has noticed. I think we should invite Mom and Dad over as well, Kara and Daniel were coming over.”

I say, “Okay sounds good, just let me get cleaned up here then we can be on our way.”

An hour later, we were home and relaxing when Helen and Coach walked in.

Kathryn says, “Hi Mom, Dad.”

The Coach greets Kathryn, “Hay baby, how it is going?”

Kathryn says “Not bad for me, but I need your help. It is Kara. Cindy and Daniel have both confided in me that Kara has been having Nightmares, is hardly sleeping, and is often crying. They are both at a loss of what to do. I am worried that if she keeps going the way she is she will lose her babies, which would be devastating to her. Daniel is going to bring her over so we can sit down and talk to her and try to get things to normal.”

I realize what Kathryn is talking about is posttraumatic stress syndrome, and some of my adoptive family deal with that. It might be a good idea to bring them in on this conversation as well. Perhaps their insight may help Kara, more than anything else at least she will know that she is not alone. I call Ron and Reese, Mitch and Charles; they all agree and come over immediately.

Helen says, “We will do anything we can to help.” A few minutes later Kara and Daniel come in. Kathryn gets up and goes to Kara and hugs her, then leads her by her hand and sits Kara down between their Mom and Dad`. Kara has a confused look on her face.

Kathryn, while holding back tears says, “Kara. We Love you. Please tell us what is wrong. Cindy and Daniel both are concerned for you; it is your nightmares, your breaking down and crying, your lack of sleep. We are here for you.” Kara looked at Kathryn, then her parents, and then she broke down.

“I killed a man. I know he was an evil man and he killed Sylvia. However, I killed him. I took a life. How can any of you even stand to be around me, a killer?” she said no longer holding back her sobs.

Reese and Ron arrived just in time to hear her say that, Reese going to Kara kneels down in front of her lifts her face forcing Kara to look her directly in the eyes. Reese asks, “Do you feel the same way about me?” Kara instantly shakes her head no. Reese gives her no more time before she continues, “I have killed a lot more than just one person, and I am not sure if they were good or bad. I do know they were trying to kill me, and the people I love. I did not have a choice. You did not have a choice.”

Ron looking over his wife’s shoulder asks, “Am I a killer to be shunned?” Kara again shook her head no. Ron continued, “I did my best to defend the ones I was to protect. That is all you did, I know from what I have seen, what JJ has told me the kick you used was not the cause of his death directly. The way he fell caused his death; the location he chose for the fight was the cause of his death. Kara you have nothing to feel guilty about, you protected the ones you love.”

Helen says, “Kara, honey, listen. You did the right thing. Moreover, for that I am so proud of you. I know I do not say it often enough or show it. Even though I am so proud of the way, you were helping Sylvia the last while before her death. The way you have been there for Cindy before and now as well, you finding yourself a good man. Finally, you bringing me two more grandchildren in the near future. All this has made me extremely proud of you. Then again I have always been proud of you, and all my children.” As she rubbed Kara’s belly she continued, ” You need to think of these two new lives growing inside of you, the fact that you show guilt and remorse over killing that ‘man’ shows you are human and full of compassion, Sex hikayeleri even for someone who does not deserve it.”

Coach says, “Your Mom’s right Kara. You have made us both very proud, and again as your mother has said we may not have always shown it but we have always been proud of you,”

Helen says, “JJ, Kathryn and I had a talk the day you got shot. JJ brought to light some things that you and your other sisters have been feeling. I know it seems I have been spoiling or favoring Kathryn, and that you and your other sisters felt unappreciated or felt that we did not love you or were as proud of you as we are of Kathryn. Know this; nothing could be further from the truth. However, your father and I are working on changing your impression. I know we spend a lot of time here at Kathryn and JJ’s, and that gives off a bad impression as well, but I promise that we will be over to see you and Daniel more as well. In fact we will be spending more time with all you kids, trying to repair our relationships.”

Coach reached down and put his hand on Helen’s hand, which was still on Kara’s belly. The Coach says, “Like your sister, you are gifting us with two more grandchildren to love and spoil, it will never matter who had babies first or who was born last, every one of them will be loved equally, never again will we show signs of favoritism. You just take care of yourself.”

Kathryn kneeling down beside Reese says, “Kara, I love you my sister. However, what you have to understand you did not have a choice, and there is nothing wrong in protecting your love ones.” She turns and faces Reese and says, “You too, you protected the ones you love.” Now holding both their gaze she continues, “If you had not they would be dead. Think how you would feel if you had stood by and done nothing, you know deep down you did nothing wrong, it is time to move on. We love you my sisters we will help you get through this.”

Reese looking at Kara again says, “I know this is not something that will end now, it is something we will have to live with and deal with. It is part of being human. If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I will understand. Your family loves you; none of us think you are evil for doing only what you needed to do to protect the ones you love.”

Kathryn says, “Out of all my sisters Kara you and I are the closest, I feel that we share a bond that none of the other sisters do, I am not sure why but it is there.” With that, Kathryn pulled Kara up into a hug. Reese hugs the two, and then the Coach and Helen stood up and surrounded Reese, Ron and their daughters in a big family hug. Daniel came over to me, shook my hand then thought better, and gave me a brotherly hug, as that is what I felt he is a true brother.

Daniel says “Thanks JJ, Kathryn, Mom, Dad, Ron, and Reese. I think your words may have helped heal my wife, my soul mate, we may not yet have the kind of bond that Kathryn and JJ do yet, but I know it’s coming, we already sort of read each other’s emotions, this is why I knew Kara was troubled.”

I say, “It’s no problem Daniel. Kara remember what everyone here has said. We all love you. Now love yourself again, you too Reese. You feeling guilt is the best thing, it means you’re not a monster, just a kind, compassionate, caring young woman.”

Ron chuckles, “She is that, once you get her out of her armor.” He gets a kiss from Reese even after his little joke.

Kara says, “Thanks guys, I guess I needed this. Thank you all. Mom and Dad, you do not know how happy you have made me knowing that you are happy and proud of me. There were times I was so jealous of Kathryn, I almost ran away. I am glad I did not. Daniel thanks for dragging my sulking butt over here. It’s what I needed, I think I can finally start putting this behind me and move on, after all we have Cindy now plus two more on the way.”

I ask, “Are you guys going to find out the sexes beforehand?”

Kara says “Yes in a couple weeks I have an appointment, with the same Obstetrician that Kathryn uses. We want to know what to paint the nursery.”

“Kara what I said in class today I meant it as well. I think you should only do the katas, in a month you will be almost three months along and really showing. You having twins on your small frame is going to be hard on your body; you need to think about your babies.”

Kara says, “I know, and as much as it disappoints me I know your right.”

Kathryn points out, “Wait till you have to give up sex, I bet with twins it will be sooner than when I had to.”

Kara giggles and says, “Gee thanks sis, something to look forward to. That and in a few months trying to find a prom dress that will fit.”

Now laughing Kathryn says, “Wait until Graduation Sis, when you have to waddle across the stage to get your diploma.”

“Waddle! Why you…” then Kara stopped and laughed and grabbed her sister in a big hug. It was nice seeing the two sisters being closer than ever.

Reese giggles, “I just hope I have delivered before your graduation, or you will really watch some body waddle around.”

Daniel says, “Well Guys I think we need to go pick up Cindy and get home. Thanks again JJ and Kathryn, Ron and Reese, Mom, Dad. Kara and Daniel left followed shortly after by Helen and the Coach.

I say, “That went good, and you and your sister have really become close, it makes me happy,”

Ron says, “It was only the first step, Kara has a long road to walk yet.”

Charles and Mitch had arrived and allowed us to talk without interrupting, Mitch says, “Kara seems to be doing well considering, although she may just be putting on a show to make you feel better. We will have to give her our support, and our understanding what she is going through does not end overnight. It has been three years and I still have nightmares. It may not be that bad for Kara, and I truly hope so. Although we will have to always, be mindful of Kara, her triggers once we learn them, and help her deal with it. Sometimes it does not end, and that can be frustrating, sometimes anger is misplaced and many veterans never knew why they feel the way they do.”

Kathryn shakes her head yes after considering Mitch’s remarks she says, “Yes, we will do that for Kara. Kara and I have always been somewhat close, though she did surprise me that she said she almost ran away once. I never knew she felt like that. However, those days are over, Mom and Dad are gung ho on fixing the relationship with my sisters and brothers; it is good to see the family coming together, though I will always feel closer to Kara then the others. I do not think Kara realizes how much I always looked up to her; she was never as wild as the others were. You remember the night of that party, the night we finally made love. The same night Kara was trying to offer herself to you. She told me a while back she was glad it did not happen. She was able to save herself for her soul mate. Before that I always assumed she was like Michelle and Maria and just having sex with different guys, I never knew she was a virgin till her and Daniel got together, I was wrong.”

With a smile, I reply, “Out of all your sisters Kara is the one I feel closest to as well. In addition, I too am glad she found her soul mate but like you, I never suspected that she was a virgin for Daniel. Guess that makes it even more special for the two of them.” A few minutes’ later Crystal and Sam came wandering from the playhouse.

Sam with bright eyes says, “Daddy what you guys said to Aunt Kara must have worked, she was happy. Aunt Kara tickled Cindy. Cindy said that was the first time in a long time that Aunt Kara played with her like that.”

Crystal asks, “Daddy, Friday night Cindy has invited us over to spend the night with her, can we go please?”

Kathryn smiles and I know she has given her okay. I reply putting on a sad face, “I am going to miss my big girls. They are going away tomorrow night. I guess I will just have to cuddle up really close to Kathryn.” Sam and Crystal giggle at my little show, they do know that is just an act and it is my way of telling them it is okay.

Things seem to improve for Kara, although we did take Mitch’s advice, we watch for things that would trigger her mood changes. We were careful about mentioning Sylvia, we found Kara had two other triggers, one was a shotgun the other a dime. We did our best to avoid Kara’s triggers and that gave her a little time to decompress.

Kara also began working with a psychologist specializing in posttraumatic stress syndrome, Mitch also began going to the same psychologists. His name was Doctor Marcus and he seemed to be a very capable psychologists. Both Kara and Mitch began to improve, Kara who had dealt with it not as long seem to improve quicker. Charles remarked that Mitch had fewer nightmares and was beginning to smile more. I wonder if that was because I saw him with MC so often, perhaps between Doctor Marcus and MC, Mitch’s life would become happier.

After Kathryn’s Obstetrician had done some adjustment, Kathryn and Misty both have due dates of March 21st. Kathryn and I both know that foresight is seldom 20/20, so in March 1st came and went without Kathryn or Misty going into labor we were not too concerned. On twentieth March, a storm front moved through, and it brought snow again, Kathryn was in no mood to build snowmen this time. She complained of a backache, her mother noticed Amanda had turned. Helen called her sister’s to explain, “We need to stay near Kathryn if possible, I believe Amanda will me making an appearance shortly.”

When Misty came over with Marshall, she too complained of a backache, and Helen’s eyes lit up seeing how the baby had turned for Misty as well.

Of course, I felt every twinge Kathryn had. Fortunately, for me my pain threshold is quite high, with a little concentration I could pull most of Kathryn’s pain away from her. Helen figured it out in a heartbeat, she told me angrily, “JJ, Kathryn needs that pain, and it is how her body prepares itself to deliver Amanda. If you take too much of it away her labor will be very long and even more difficult.”

I look at Helen as another contraction starts, there nearly twenty minutes apart. I can understand what she means. I am taking nearly all of Kathryn’s pain and not allowing her to fill the discomfort that racks my own body. Kathryn overhears, she comes in punches me in the arm trying to break my concentration. With a little anger to her voice Kathryn says, “Do not take this away from me, JJ. This experience is what makes a woman a woman.”

Helen says, “Kathryn, I think JJ is going to give you what you wish for. Remember that when you get angry at him for getting you pregnant.”

Kathryn’s eyes go wide as I release more of the pain back to her, she knows better than complain because I will simply take it away again. Looking at her I say, “I was probably the first husband in history that could do what all other husbands have wished they could do, take the pain away that you have giving us children.”

Kathryn places her hands on her back, arching it to stretch which only makes her belly look that much bigger. Over the last month, I swear Kathryn has gotten so large, I know it was to give Amanda room to finish growing. Kathryn still swims daily, although it is a little more difficult for her now, and she is quite a bit slower. The time in the pool helps, her feet does not swell as much when she spends time there. The days Kathryn does not get to swim her feet swell, and I do my best to massage her feet those days.

Sam and Crystal sees their mother’s discomfort, and the two girls come asking if there is anything they can do for her. Kathryn giggles and says, “No it is just your baby sister letting me know she is coming soon.”

The girls’ eyes light up at the news, more than at the snow that has kept me home today.

Misty giggles and says, “I guess Junior is letting me know he is coming too.”

Marshall tells me, “We been packed since the first, just in case the Doctor is wrong.”

Looking Sikiş hikayeleri at Marshall I explain, “Premonitions are like weather forecasts, little things can change and alter what was going to occur. Remember back on the first was not a very good time, we just had Sylvia’s funeral.”

Marshall says, “Then I am glad our kids were not in a hurry to be born. They would never understood why we were a little sad on their birthdays.”

Kara comes in dropping snow from her coat. Daniel on Kara’s heels is carrying a bundled up Cindy, when he sets Cindy down she sheds her coat and runs to me. Jumping into my arms she says, “Uncle JJ you need to take Aunt Kathryn to the hospital now. You too Uncle Marshall, you need to take Aunt Misty.”

I am a little confused therefore, I ask, “Cindy, why do I need to take her now?”

There is a look of certainty in Cindy’s eyes as she says, “I had a nightmare, the roads are getting really bad and if you do not leave now, you may not get to the hospital in time.” Sam and Crystal run to get their and their mothers bags. That is their job on our hospital plan.

Daniel says, “It has already come over the news that only emergency vehicles, and those with four-wheel-drive should attempt being on the road today, and the sheriff has asked that everyone remain home if possible.”

I look at Cindy, have learned to listen when one of our children have a message from their deceased parents. Sam’s Angel Mommy delivers very accurate warnings. Looking at Cindy I say, “Thank you for the warning Cindy, will leave right now.”

Kara raises an eyebrow before she asks, “You are not going to go out in weather like this, are you?”

I ask a question in return, “You think Sylvia would lie to us and put us in danger when we did not need to be? I do not think she would, and this is her warning us.”

Cindy looking at Kara says, “I told you Uncle JJ would know.”

Kara says, “JJ we were out playing in the snow until we got very cold this morning, we decided to come in. Daniel volunteered to make us some soup and sandwiches, and Cindy and I took a hot shower to warm up. We gotten dressed in pajamas and were sitting on the couch just cuddling together. We must have fallen asleep because it felt so good getting warm.”

Cindy continues for her Mom, “Daddy was being a little slow getting the sandwiches and soup. I had the dream, Angel Mommy warns the roads are going to be bad, and you will have to help other people so it is going to take a long time getting Aunt Kathryn and Aunt Misty to the hospital. If you leave soon you will get there in time.”

Kathryn says, “My contractions are about twenty minutes apart now, they usually do not want you to go in until their ten minutes apart. Under the circumstances it might be wise to listen to Angel Sylvia.”

Marshall pulls on his coat saying, “I am going after Misty’s bags, pick me up if I am not back before you leave. JJ that SUV you have is a four-wheel-drive right?”

Answering Marshall’s question I say, “Yes, Kathryn got me the four-wheel-drive model.”

Cindy says, “Do not forget to bring a few ropes, and some extra gasoline.”

It took us two and a half hours, we pulled out five cars from ditches that blocked our way, and another had run out of gas. All the gas stations remained closed due to the bad weather. Their employees could not make it in to work.

We pulled into the hospital, Kathryn’s and Misty’s contractions were barely more than eight minutes apart and lasting for quite a long time. Actually I say we, I should say the family, between the Coach, Ron, Charles, and Uncle George there were enough SUVs with four-wheel-drive to bring everyone, we even picked up a few extra bodies along the way the needed to come to the hospital. Uncle George along with Charles had volunteered to help bring anyone into the hospital because the emergency services did not have a four-wheel-drive. As soon as we arrived at the hospital, they immediately ordered out along with an EMT team. I allow them to use my SUV as well.

Helen looking at Marshall’s face east time one of Misty’s contractions start, you do not need telepathy to read his mind, but Helen asked anyway. “Marshall I bet you just want to take Misty’s pain away?”

Marshall takes a heavy breath and says, “I would give anything if Misty had no pain, I would take it in a heartbeat.”

Helen says, “JJ said something about everyman would do that for their wife if they could.” Marshall shakes his head yes reconfirming what he said.

Ron sent after the Doctor, who was stuck in a snowdrift and nearly out of fuel. Ron drove a hummer that was similar to the ones military use. There some areas in our County that allow four-wheel-drives to go mudding. Ron and Reese both seem to enjoy their outings. I have even tried it once, taking Sam and Crystal along. I really did not enjoy the clean up afterwards, must have been forty pounds of mud on my SUV.

Ron’s hummer was the best to pull a car from a snowdrift, and we just could not leave the car in the road. Ron returns nearly an hour later, he shakes his head and says, “It is so bad out there it is a good thing I was raised up north. Even places where the road is fairly clear it is really icy.”

Ron does not get more than ten minutes break, before they request Ron again to assist another person in their efforts to reach the hospital. Charles asks, “Would you like some help, Jim can shovel for you if you need someone to help dig someone out.”

Jim have been looking nervous, and the young man really needed something to do. His father having worked around young men probably knew that better than anyone did. Jim is actually happy to be helping Ron, and the hospital has provided them a shovel, which he used to clear the emergency area of snow. Fortunately, the snow had stopped falling although the wind kept it drifting, the worst of the snowstorm may have passed because it seemed calmer now.

I nervously am pacing across the floor of the waiting room, ever so often they will run me out to examine Kathryn. Other than that I am always at her side, the doctor was amazed at how well she was handling the pain from her contractions. He thought I was having sympathetic contractions; many husbands have those although mine was a little different, I simply shared her pain. I feel them placing a spinal block in Kathryn. I know this is one of the last things done before taking her to delivery.

I meet Kathryn on her way to delivery, although our hospital does not allow me to accompany her in the operating room. With a spinal block in, Kathryn is no longer having pain only some mild discomfort from her powerful contractions. Before we are separated Kathryn whispers to me, “JJ let me have this all by myself.” We do get one more kiss and a quick I love you before she disappears into the operating room.

I do what I can, to separate Kathryn thoughts, emotions and senses from my conscience. I am not that successful, and I try to meditate to place myself in a state in which I am separate even from my own body. It takes a while, because I have not done this in years. Now I not only have to separate myself my own body, but Kathryn’s as well.

It seemed like only an instant passes when Helen began shaking me, and I come out of my trance. Looking into her happy eyes, I know Amanda has arrived. Helen then leads me to the room reserved for Kathryn and I. Inside I find Sam and Crystal on the bed watching as Kathryn feeds Amanda. Kathryn smiles at seeing me and the large smile on my face. The two girls nearly tackle me once I walk into the room.

Sam asks, “Daddy where did you go?” Crystal shook her head indicated she had the same question.

I shrug my shoulders unsure of what she means but reply, “I was meditating so your Mommy could deliver Amanda without me interfering.” See the confused look I explain, “When I meditate I separate myself from even my own body. It is like I am not even alive anymore.”

Kathryn looks up and says, “Do not do that again. I actually felt lost without you. I am so glad you are back with me now.”

It may be due to the effect of the meditation, but even without touching Kathryn, I can get a sense of how it feels to nurse Amanda. Beforehand that would require direct contact to Kathryn. Perhaps that is only temporary or our bond is now stronger.

Despite all my meditation, I find that I am actually exhausted, with Sam and Crystal on my chest Kathryn giggles as my eyes closed and a three of us instantly fall asleep. I wake in the middle of the night, Amanda is moving in her crib, when I walk to it she is not yet awake, but she will be awake soon she is hungry. I realize I connect to Amanda much as I was to Kathryn a few years ago. I can since her surface thoughts, although they are very simple now. Things like hunger and thirst, the need for sleep or being uncomfortable, even the longing for touch seems to come through that connection.

Gently lifting my daughter from her crib, I hold her in my arms and walk to the nurses’ station for a bottle. The lights in the hall or the movement awakes Amanda, and she begins to cry and search for a nipple. The nurse explains I need to take her back to her mother, because Kathryn listed breast-feeding only. Walking back into our room, Kathryn giggles before taking Amanda. Kathryn says, “You are going to have to wait until I have some bottles ready. Then you can feed Amanda at night.”

I marvel at this tiny little life given to us, Amanda’s hands are so small that when her hand wrapped around my finger it barely reached from tiny little thumb to her tiny fingers. Kathryn and my heart soar with love for our new daughter. Loving Amanda makes us love Sam and Crystal even more. It is strange how that works, the more love you have the stronger it becomes.

Sam and Crystal must have awoken, they each whisper as they watch their mother feeding their baby sister. I pull the two back into my lap, and caress my two older daughters. I looked down into their eyes and smile, kissing them on the forehead I say, “I love you too, that will never change. I am having a new experience with Amanda. It is not that I love you any less than her. Babies do need a lot of attention, they cannot help themselves, they cannot eat by themselves, and they cannot change their own diaper or take a bath. My big girls, you will get to help to all those things with Amanda and all your other little sisters.”

Sam and Crystal look into my eyes before Sam says, “You mean I have to change stinky diapers.”

Trying not to chuckle I say, “Not very often, but I am sure I will need your help once in a while.”

Crystal giggles and says, “We will take turns Sam, when we need to.” Amanda grunts as she fills her diaper, and the two girls giggle. I realize I will be changing a diaper shortly, once we have allowed enough time for Amanda to finish.

By the time Amanda needs changed, the girls have fallen back asleep and I am not going to wake them up to help me now. I got the diaper, the diaper wipes and I took Amanda over to a changing table, Kathryn is watching as I gently remove the soiled diaper, once the cool air contacts her skin, Amanda urinates. Recovering her with the diaper to allow the diaper to absorb it, now with her tiny bladder empty I change her diaper. I removed the diaper from between her legs then use the wipes to clean her skin, placed a clean diaper under her and use another diaper wipe to ensure that she is completely clean before adding a small amount of baby powder. Then attach the tapes for her new diaper into place. I pull down her sleep shirt then rewrap her in her blanket.

Holding her in my arms Amanda is warm and comfortable, she has a full stomach, and she seems to fall back asleep immediately. What comes to mind is the more they sleep the faster they grow. I bring her back to her mother, Kathryn smiles brightly at me, as I hand her Amanda. Kathryn had a need to hold her, and to look into her face as she slept.

My arm goes across Kathryn shoulders, as I gently sat down next to Erotik hikaye her and we both watch our daughters sleep and wish them sweet dreams. Only a few moments later a light tap is at our door, and Marshall sticks his grinning face in, he says, “How is my baby niece?”

I whisper, “Just getting back to sleep. How is my baby nephew?”

Marshall smiles then in a whisper replies, “Doing the same thing, sleeping and growing. Misty, MJ and I will come by in the morning to visit. We are next door by the way.”

Kathryn whispers, “I am looking forward to meeting MJ, see you in the morning.”

Marshall softly closes the door behind him. Exhaustion is hitting Kathryn, and I take Amanda back to her crib and gently place her back covering her in her blankets. Kathryn is lying on her side watching Amanda as she sleeps. Kathryn’s eyes become heavy and joy feels her heart as she falls asleep.

Coming back into bed, Sam and Crystal scoot back onto my chest and I caress their backs. I quietly whisper, I love you my big girls.

Sam and Crystal both whisper, “I love you too Daddy.”

I am half-awake at various times when the nurses check on Amanda and Kathryn. We get more than a couple giggles at seeing how we sleep. Sam and Crystal cuddle together while sleeping on my chest. Kathryn is holding my hand as she faces Amanda who sleeps in her crib just within arm’s distance.

The nurses try to be as quick and quiet as they possibly could, they do not wish to disturb our three princesses. I know morning is coming, the three girls are becoming ravenous, and I realize I not only can sense Amanda, but both Sam and Crystal. Maybe that is how I was always able to be at Crystal and Sam’s bedside when they woke from a nightmare.

Perhaps my training or the experience I am having with Kathryn has awakened a portion of my mind that allows being empathetic, the ability to feel their emotions. Another possibility is being connected to Kathryn like I am we get the benefit of each of our abilities, acting like to receivers that senses the wants and needs of our daughters. A second possibility could simply be, I was hungry as they are in my subconscious is telling me that.

Does not change the fact that we missed dinner last night, and I know the girls will be ravenous. I hope the stories, on how bad hospital food is, are incorrect. With the snow outside, I doubt I could find a restaurant open, and I am hopeful that the kitchen staff was able to make it in to work today.

I should not have worried, Ron comes in pushing a cart full of trace, Reese, Daniel, Kara and Cindy follow him, Daniel has a folding table that he sets up, and a couple nurses bring folding chairs they only sit them down then leave. Ron leaves for a moment, he returns with Marshall, Misty and MJ. Daniel leaves for a moment to and brings in a second table, the large room now seems crowded with the additional tables and chairs.

Marshall carried in the crib, while MJ was in Misty’s arms. I walked up to Misty and looked down into my nephew’s face. I know he is truly not my nephew, although for most of his young life he will call me uncle. If our premonition is correct, about his sophomore year he and Amanda will discover each other in a different way. Well they will want a different kind of relationship from the way they grew up.

Reese and Kara are setting out the trays, as Marshall and I help our wives to the table. With everyone seated, I notice six empty chairs that is when MC brings Rosy, Allen and Anna in. That confuses me because, should not Allen and Anna be with Uncle George and Alyssa. MC sees my question and answers before I ask, “Uncle George and Alyssa along with your Mom, Michelle, Karen, Joan, Johnny, Jim, Helen and Michael are helping in the kitchen, they are rather shorthanded because of the storm. Charles and Jane will be in shortly there delivering food to the nurses’ stations.”

Almost as soon as MC finishes her statement, Charles and Jane stroll in to our room. A smile crosses their face looking at the babies.

Charles brought a third table, and the nurses follow him again and bring in chairs. The nurses give Jane a hug. Before they leave, they think her for bringing their breakfast. Jane returns their hugs and says you are welcome to each thank you.

Charles remarks, “For a small community, this is one of the better hospitals I have visited. I have been at far too many hospitals, either visiting my friends or there for treatments.”

Ron has a faraway look before he says, “I remember you coming to visit me. I really was not in the mood that did not stop you.” Then giving his friend a smile, Ron says, “You turn my mood around, I never thanked you for that. It was the first step of my recovery. Thank you my friend.”

Reese gives Charles look that I am not sure if, then a smile crosses her face. She says to Charles, “Charles is that why you had me be Ron’s adjutant while he was stuck in the hospital. You knew how we felt about each other?”

Charles chuckles and says, “I knew, not many people did. The first day you two met, I saw the way he looked at you Reese. I also saw how disappointed he was when he found out your rank, I think he wanted to get you a field commission just so he could date you.”

Ron chuckles, “I had a second disappointment that day, I found out Second Lieutenants cannot give field commissions.”

Jim laughs, “Now you know why, if they were able to, they would be a lot of pretty Second Lieutenants running around.” The room is full of laughter, and Ron’s face reddens until Reese pulls him into a long passionate kiss.

A nervous Mitch comes in; looking at me, he waves me out of the room. I follow curiously into the hall. Once alone Mitch begins, “JJ, I am sorry. I had a small accident with your SUV.”

Concern crosses my face before I ask, “Are you okay, No one got hurt?”

Mitch taken aback at my lack of concern over the vehicle explains, “Just one quarter panel is damaged, I am fine, and I was still able to get the persons they sent me after back to the hospital. I just got back. I slid off the road on the way there, it looked clear but they must have been some ice. The back corner panel hit a post beside the road.”

I say, “It was just an accident, something that you would never do purposely. Quarter panels are easily fixed, a person on the other hand is not easy to repair or replace.”

Mitch relaxes, he says, “I will pay to get it fixed, I was just driving a little too fast, I was trying to hurry to get to the person who needed hospitalization.”

I ask, “Did they get here fine?”

Mitch smiled in return saying, “Actually they did, turns out it was not an emergency, like I thought, just a pair of grandparents that could not get here to see their new grandchild.” Looking into my face, he says, “It is Misty’s parents, her Dad was having a little angina, but the doctors cleared him. They want me to ask if it would be all right for them to see their grandchild. Could you help me?”

With a smile I say, “Misty has wanted her father to come around ever since her wedding. He was a little angry thinking she and Marshall were giving up their future just to get married.”

Mitch smiles and then says, “That explains the conversation they were having on the way to the hospital. Misty’s mother was giving her husband a real talking to about their daughter. Even though he was having chest pains, she had no sympathy for him. She said it is his own fault for being so hardheaded. That even his body was trying to tell him he had been wrong, and it is time to make it right.”

I remember back when Uncle George did not know that Marshall and Misty were learning to trade, that Kathryn and I were giving them a different type of education. An education that left them financially independent, and then there was the treasure Sam naming both to receive a share. Her father knew none of this. Misty’s mother insisted that he remain in the dark about these events. Misty’s mother insisted that he needs to come back to her because of his love and nothing else.

I give my head a shake and I ask, “Mitch, can you get three more trays so you can join us for breakfast?”

Mitch smiles and says, “I am starved, they have had me out all night without a chance of getting anything to eat.”

I walk back into the room and announce, “We are going to have three more join us shortly. Can we make room for them?”

It does not take us long; we simply put three of the children onto our laps. Cindy goes on to Daniel’s lap, Sam on to mine, and Rosy takes MC’s lap. That leaves two chairs open beside Marshall and Misty, and one by MC. Mitch brings in the three trays of food. Setting them down in the now empty places, and he takes the seat next to MC. I cannot help but notice the warm smile that MC gives him, and I wonder if the two will strike up a friendship or possibly more.

There is a knock on the door, as it opens Marshall breaks into a wide smile seeing his father and mother in law, Carl Caldwell and his wife Sarah. Misty quickly hands Marshall their son, then jumps up and runs into her father’s arms. The two hug tightly, sobs come as the pain washes away with their tears. Finally pulling back from his daughter Misty’s father says, “Misty, I am so sorry.”

Misty smiles through her tears and says, “It is okay Daddy, you are here now and that is all that matters.”

We spend the next hour, catching Carl and Sarah up on the events of the last nine months, we allow Sam to tell the story about the lightning bolt and the treasure tree. At the end of her story, Carl’s eyes rolled back into his head and he passes out in his chair.

Sarah knew a little of what had occurred, but she did not want to know the full details afraid she would accidentally allow her husband overhear her retelling them. She is a little pale in the face to learning her daughter and son-in-law are billionaires. She knew they had more than enough to live off comfortably, but had no idea it was this much. Looking at her husband she giggles, “Oh, let him sleep. If he had been doing as a father should have, he would have known all this beforehand. If he had not been so stubborn, and just listen to Marshall once he would have known.”

We did not let him sleep all that long, mainly because Marshall Junior started to cry, which started Amanda crying. The two infants woke him quickly and he came awake with a start. Misty was just putting MJ to her breast, using a blanket to cover her chest. Kathryn was doing likewise; both babes heard nursing easily.

He looks at his son-in-law and asks, “Did I fall asleep and dream that you are a billionaire?”

Marshall chuckles then replies, “No, you heard we were billionaires then you passed out.”

His hands are practically shaking as he tells Marshall, “Marshall I am so sorry, if I had listened to you I would have known how wrong I was. I know now that my mistake was jumping to the conclusion that you were throwing away your life, and my daughter was going to go down with you. Misty honey, I am sorry.”

Misty giggles, “If you would come around sooner, you would not be driving that old beater, that could not make it in here. I wanted to get you a new truck for Christmas, but Mom would not let me until you come around.”

Her Dad shakes his head no before he says, “Misty honey, you should not buy me a present so expensive anyway. You know I can never afford to give you anything of equal value.”

Misty looks at her father and shares a lesson she is learned. Smiling at him she says, “Daddy, it would not matter what you gave me, if it cost a dollar or a million, as long as it came from your heart it would be priceless to me.”

Carl gives his daughter a smile and ask, “How did you get so wise in just nine months?”

Misty looks at me then Sam and says, “I just become part of a very wise family, now that you are over your stubbornness you are a part of it also.”

Carl looks around at the smiling faces that greeted him. He says, “In my stubbornness I truly have been a fool. I missed the one true thing my daughter has brought to my attention. You have accepted her with love into your family. That is something I should have done, I should allow my heart and not my mind to decide who my family is.”

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Peeking through the foliage…I made my way into the back yard. It was truly amazing, when I went to bed I didn’t have a yard like this. Now I found myself winding my way through an over grown garden that was much bigger then my yard ever has been before.

What awoke me was that song, such a sweet song on the midnight air. Like honey it just seemed to permeate the world with a sweet flavor. I had to find out where it was coming from. Not even bothering to dress I had come out back in my boxers only to find a huge garden in my little back yard.

What bothered me the most though was that it didn’t seem that odd to me. As I walked past a small garden gnome under a fountain I paused and listened. The song was still coming to me from straight ahead. I smiled and pushed my way through the bushes and heard the sound of something small running past me. Fearing some wild animal I looked down and could see nothing. Looking back, the garden gnome was gone and the spot was empty now. This was definitely one fucked up dream I was having.

Pushing further into the bushes I felt thorns prick my fingers. Cursing I pulled them back and sucked on the wounds. I had to get past them to find whoever was singing that song. I reached forward again and this time I actually saw the thorn bush move and stick my finger with a thorn.

“Dammit! I saw that!” I yelled at the bush which, being a bush made no reply but the song stopped for a moment and there was this giggling like the sound of water in a spring. Then the song started again and teased me into trying to get past the bushes.

I walked down further and tried to see if maybe the thorn bushes didn’t go all the way but sure enough, they did. Frustrated I kicked one and was rewarded with a thorn in my big toe. That was it! I had enough of these damn bushes.

“I’m going to get the hedge trimmer…see how you like that!” I said to the bush, not really paying attention to how insane I sounded.

I turned to find my way back to the house when I heard a rustling behind me. As I turned I saw the bushes pulled apart wide enough for me to slip through. So, that was what it took huh?

I slipped through the bushes, careful to avoid the thorns and found myself at the edge of a huge beautiful garden. The moonlight seemed unnaturally Sex hikayeleri light here and I could make out all the flowers around me. Every kind of wild flower you could imagine was there, everywhere. Like the world vanished and I was walking on a carpet of flowers.

In the middle of the garden there was a grassy hill and as I watched the singer appeared from behind it. She was nude except for flowers that just seemed to hang off her, blonde hair to her shoulders pulled back with a weave of flowers. The most beautiful face I had ever seen and a smile that made my knees weak.

Her body was amazing, big full breasts, strong legs, shaved pussy, flawless skin. the flowers did not cover her as much as seemed to frame her pussy and ass and nipples. As I watched she playfully danced for a second humming that song that had woke me from my sleep.

I couldn’t speak, I was transfixed by her beauty, I just stood and stared at her. She smiled at me and playfully skipped to the top of the hill and looked down at me. The moon was behind her, and yet the light seemed all around her nude body so that I could see every detail of her.

Suddenly I felt a tug and realized my boxers were caught on the thorn bush. I turned to try and untangle them and the bush pulled back hard and the fabric ripped. I tried to grab at it but the bushes were too fast, my torn boxers vanished into the hedge.

Turning back to her, she was staring at me and grinning. I was aware I was naked but it didn’t bother me at all. I knew I was rock hard watching her and that too felt completely natural. I stood and stared back at her and she winked at me and began to sing again.

Now as she sung though she danced, at first playfully like a child’s dance and I smiled. She looked so sweet dancing among the flowers, so perfect in the moonlight. She giggled as she sang and the dance became more serious.

Her dance was like the flowing of water in a stream, so fluid and graceful, from one pose to the next. I watched her in complete awe, she writhed and spun and seemed to float on air. I walked closer and closer, drawn to her dance.

She spun and lifted a leg and I could see her pussy was wet, the moonlight glistening on the moisture on her lips. I could also see that the wetness was running down Sikiş hikayeleri her legs too. She spun and whirled and then as she dropped to her knees and turned over. she slid fingers into herself and then out again, rubbing them over her body as she kept on dancing for me.

As she twisted and danced she would dip her fingers into her pussy, pulling them out wet with her sex and rubbed them on her naked skin. Over and over again she coated herself with her own juices until her whole body seemed to shimmer with sex. I could smell her arousal, I could almost taste her as I watched. She was like the sweetest flower I had ever smelled mixed with the dirtiest thoughts I could think.

The dance was so fluid and beautiful, I was enspelled by it. I could not look away, could not just leer at her swaying breasts or dripping pussy. I had to watch all of her, the movements and the effort. The power behind the dance captured me.

Then she was at a frenzy with her dance and song. Like a wave of energy she spun and whirled and dropped and twisted. I felt sweat trickling down my brow from watching, my pulse was going a mile a minute. The dance meant something. I knew it did. It meant something. It was saying something to me.

I watched and my breath was ragged and harsh. I felt something building in me. Some deep dark need. She danced more for me in the moon light. She rubbed her juices all over, she invited me. Yes, That was it. She invited me. Teased me. Challenged me. She danced for me.

Letting out a growl I charged her. She was not surprised nor did she try and flee. She danced for me until I was on her and taking her to the ground. Growling and panting I grabbed her and brought her with me to the soft grass. She kissed me and grabbed my hair. As I kissed her back she bit my lip hard, I felt blood trickling into my mouth. I cried out and she giggled and tried to roll away.

I grabbed at her and pulled her back, pinning her down with my body. She was slippery from her own cum and sweat as I slid over her until I was between her legs. I growled and bit her shoulder and neck as I pressed my cock head between her lips. She dug her nails into my back and thrust her hips up to meet me.

Thrusting deep into her I began to fuck her hard and fast, I felt Erotik hikaye the blood trickling down my back from her scratches and it just made me fuck her harder. She was laughing and squealing as I fucked into her, her cum squishing out of her and down the crack of her ass.

Growling like a beast I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders. Her ass lifted slightly off the ground was in perfect line for fucking. I slammed balls deep into her again and again, grabbing and squeezing her succulent tits as they bounced from the impact.

I bent her near in half as I leaned into her legs and fucked her harder. She grabbed my hair and gave me an angry, hungry growl back and thrust back against me. The sound of our bodies slapping together like applause in the still night air.

She was so wet the sound of my cock in her was incredible. Wet sloppy squishing noises as we fucked. She threw her head back and howled for me as she came, he pussy clenching onto the shaft of my cock like a vice as her cum spilled out of her. I didn’t stop fucking though, I kept hammering into her as hard as I could.

She grabbed my shoulders and her nails dig into my flesh. The pain was exquisite as I felt my own orgasm building. her pussy was so tight now and she kept screaming wild, animalistic sounds. Growling myself I bit her leg next to my face hard and slammed into her again and began to shoot cum. She cried out and squeezed her pussy tight to milk me dry as I came.

I couldn’t catch my breath, it seemed the word was spinning around me. As the last of my cum filled her pussy I threw back my head and howled at the moon. The world was spinning. I wanted to know her. I wanted more. I wanted more dance.

The world spun.

More of her.

The world went black.

I woke to the morning dew on my body. Shivering, I sat up and looked around. I was naked in my tiny back yard, laying on the ground. I looked around me and wondered how I got there. Last night, the dream. I remembered it…but it was just a dream. Then I saw my boxers hanging from the branches of a bush. I felt the scratches on my back. And I saw the stone gnome watching me with a knowing grin.

“No wonder you lil fuckers are always grinning.” I said to the statue and stood up. He smiled back. He knew.

I walked back inside. I didn’t know what happened but, I knew I couldn’t get that song out of my head. That song and the dance. I would never forget the dance. Upstairs my alarm went off, the night was over.

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