The four girls in my life [Part 1]

Jesse's biggest dreams come true when he finds out his sisters and even his mom want his cock.


I woke up from my sleep in the middle of the night because of a bad dream. Running a hand over my forehead I was hot, the summers always suck when you have no A/C. I got up and made my way downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass or water and try to dry off from all the sweat. My younger sister was in the refrigerator and this was the first time I had ever felt somewhat attracted to her.

She was all bent over with her nice ass sticking in the air. She had on a long white tshirt and a pair of matching panties. I guess now would be a good time to explain what everyone looked like, in my family it was me I was 20 years old and I had two older sisters and a younger one. My names Jesse by the way, my younger sister was 17 and her names Kate. All of us have natural dark black hair and mostly olive skin, my sisters hard darker skin because they like to go tanning.

The next older was Megan, shes 21 and my oldest sister was Rachel who is 25. Our mom is 46 years old and luckly our entire family was blessed with good looks. My sisters really had our mothers beauty and even being 46 she still looked great. Our mom had an amazing rack with that curvy hourglass figure and a large ass.

Kate was just filling out with a bra size I think was a B and a little firm round ass, my older sister Megan had a pair of tits that were a D with an ass that was big enough to slap. Megan worked out a lot and she was beautiful and im not sure how other guys feel but she was muscular, probably in better shape than I was, shes a health nut and works out every day but she looked great. Then our oldest sister Rachel, she was a real woman, who weighed a little more than my other sisters Rachel had some DD breasts, and a very large ass with a little extra around the waist. She wasn't overweight but she wasn't skinny. She still looked hot.

So anyways im sitting here or actually standing behind my younger sister Kate staring at her ass and suddenly I snap out of it when I hear her voice "What are you looking at?" she asked turning around to face me and takes a sip from some orange juice. He hesitated "nothing I cant see shit, eyes still adjusting to the light I think im blind." I played it off and she smirked "Yeah ok..well im goin to bed night." she said then tip toed back up to her room and I just stood there and shook my head. I got some water and went to sleep thinking about Kates little sexy ass.

Next morning I woke up and went to work just like I normally do, spoke to a few of my co-workers and moaned and groaned about how work sucked, etc. I got home an hour early around 4pm and walked inside. Nobody was home. Odd usually Rachel or mom was home all day. I walked upstairs "Mom? Rachel?" I called out then walked over to my moms bedroom door and opened it up. She was passed out taking a nap on the bed. I just stare at her for a moment and suddenly noticed her in a new light. Then it occurred to me, I was living with the most hottest women I've ever seen but I sighed walking back out of her room.

It was stupid and I know it would have never happened, they were family after all. I went to the kitchen and had some early dinner and watched some tv by now Kate and megan started to come home and by 7pm we were all doing stuff at the house. Me and my sisters were all watching tv together for about an hour until Megan and Rachel ended up taking off to hang with friends. Mom was doing dishes while Kate sat next to me.

I glanced over at her she was wearing a pair of black pajama pants and a white tank top all curled up against the pillow "Lets watch twilight!" she said all excited suddenly. I just blinked "fine whatever...the news was getting boreing." I said sitting there in a pair of red shorts with no shirt on. It was odd because I turn the movie on and Kate suddenly snuggles up against me resting her head on my lap. Wow this was new I thought to myself.

About halfway though the movie we started talking while watching "Hes so pretty.." kate said and I just smirked "I could play a better vampire than he could, plus his whole stalker thing is creepy.." kate giggled "yeah you're cute enough thats for sure.." I glanced down at her "bullshit if I was cute id have a girlfriend.." I said softly. This made kate hug me tighter "hey if we weren't related I would so be your girlfriend..." I felt a rush of heat flow though my body as ideas and images ran in my head picturing me and kate going at it in my bed but they were quickly washed out. I smirked "so lets say we were going out what would you do?" I asked slightly feeling playful and curious at the same time. Kate looked up at me and gave me this evil grin. Suddenly she turns to face me and straddles me. I dont know if she ment to do this but I could feel her tight pussy rubing against my now hardening cock. She could totally feel it between the thin fabric of our clothes and I just tried to pretend it wasnt there "I would hop on you like this..." she said softly then leaned in and kissed my neck. Holy shit was she doing this for real? I thought and just played along for now, finding my hands to rest on her hips "W-What else?" I managed to spill out. I could feel her lips trail up my neck and suddenly she kissed me. Her hips even started to rock slowly against my hard cock.

After that I pretty much entered fuck it mode, all reason was out the window now and I kissed her back parting my lips so our tongues could meet, which they did and I pulled her close, she moaned her cold hands resting on my shoulders then she broke the kiss and got up "Lets go upstairs..." she said playfully then ran up before I could even stand. I looked down and saw a wet spot on my pants where my cock was...holy shit she was wet. I got up and hauled ass upstairs to follow...


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Our Story

This is for you Carter



It was a great day when I found lushstories. At first I was anonymous and just enjoyed the fact that so many others shared my passion for incest. I devoured each story in that category and craved for more. I decided it was time I dusted off my keyboard and submit a few of my own.


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I was thrilled when I started getting comments and messages from readers who liked my stories. I especially enjoyed the private messages as it made me go read their stories to see if these were fellow kindred spirits in our lusts.



When Carter sent me his message I did what I had done previously and went and re-read his stories. God they were hot. I was so jealous of his sister. I wanted it to be me. I wanted his cock inside me. Him eating my wet pussy. I immediately wrote back and it changed my life.



Carter and I started to write everyday. Sometimes twice a day. Just seeing his name in my inbox made me soak my panties. I would write back every private moment I could. While my husband was asleep or just watching tv. When he went to the bar. A few times he would comment about all the time I was spending on the computer and I knew I would have to be more careful. But I almost didn't care. Carter made me so hot it was almost an obsession. I had to e-mail him, I just had to.



I started to send him e-mails while at work. Seeing him respond drove me into a frenzy and I had to open them regardless of getting caught at work. Many times I would masturbate under my desk. I started wearing skirts more and lower cut tops so I could have easier access. It was less chance of getting caught rubing my pussy or tits in my office.



After weeks of detailing the things we would do to each other, if we could be together, we decided to set a date to "chat". Seeing as he lives in London and I in the states we had to set a time when we would both have privacy. We decided that while I was on vacation, leaving me alone in the house for a few hours, he would sneak out of work early and get home before his live in girlfriend got home.



Finally the day arrived. I was so horny when my IM invite came over that I just plunged right in.



"I'm so horny right now."



"Me too," he said.



"I've been playing with my nipples imagining it is you sucking them."



"I want to suck on your nipples, what are you wearing?"



"I am wearing only my white lace thong underwear and a white spaghetti strap tank which is pulled below my tits."



"You're going to make me cum just imagining what you look like."



"Are you stroking your cock"



"Yes."



"mmm, I want to lick it"



"Oh yes Ann."



"You feel my tongue circling your thick shaft"



"mmm yeah, are you touching yourself?"



"yes baby, my clit is so hard for you."



"I want to lick it."



"Yeah lick me, mmm like that, suck my clit."



By this point I am breathing so hard and my back is arching in my seat. I'm furiously rubing my exposed clit. Squeezing my nipple with my other hand. I'm anxiously awaiting his next reply.



"I can feel your tongue on my cock. I'm so hard right now."



"mmmm you taste good. I'm cupping your balls in my hand while I lick your shaft."



"god Ann I'm going to cum. I don't want to yet. I want to cum with you."



"mmmm, I'm almost there. please cum for me"



"I want to cum in your mouth."



"Yes, cum in my mouth. I want to swallow your spunk."



"Oh yeah I'm going to cum"



"Yes I'm cumming too....mmmmm oh Carter are you cumming"



"ohhh FUUCCKK! Yes! Ann!"



I sat there in front of my computer one hand on the keyboard typing and the other furiously fucking myself. I pulled my hand out of my dripping pussy after my massive orgasm and licked my fingers clean. Neither of us could type for a while as we tried to compose ourselves.



We both acknowledged that we had never cum so hard or so much before.



"Imagine what it could be if we were together," Carter said.



"That's all I have been thinking about for 3 weeks."



"Tell me what you want me to do to you Ann."



"I want you to fuck me from behind hard and fast until I feel you hit the end of me."



"Uuumm I'm getting hard again. That sounds good, but I also like what you said about riding me with my cock in your ass."



"Is that what you want baby?"



"Oh yeah"



"I'm straddling your cock placing it against my tight hole. Slowly lowering myself to take you inch by inch."



"I feel you on my cock. You're so tight."



"You're arching your back pushing it in farther up my ass. UUUMM you're all the way in. I'm so full of your cock right now."



"oohh fuck!"



"I'm riding you now. Grinding my clit back and forth over your groin. My pussy is soaking the front of you."



"I want you to cum for me Ann."



"I want you to cum in my ass. Fill me with your seed."



"I can't hold off for much longer."



"Don't hold back, squirt in my ass."



"yes, I'm going to cum, ride it!"



"Yes, Carter I'm cumming. Cum with me."



"Oh god, yes, I'm cumming too..... (long pause) You are so sexy Ann"



"You're pretty fucking hot yourself."



We chatted for a while longer helped each other cum at least two more times then he had to go as his girlfriend would be home soon. I was saddened we had to stop but we both promised to e-mail soon and there were plans made to talk on the phone. I just have to hear his sexy accent and we want to hear each other cumming on the phone. I'm wet already thinking about it.




Steve and Chris' First Meeting

The title says it all


by sarah_siddons©

Hi, I'm Steve, Sarah's father, what follows is a true story which occurred during a tour in Cyprus.

One morning whilst walking along the sea front, I planned to walk from the harbour towards the old town, but needing a piss was force to stop at a nearby public toilet.

Pissing down the void they called a urinal, I heard a bit of shuffling going on in the toilet behind. The toilet door had louvered slats, so being nosey and in need of a shag I decided to see what was going on; I couldn't see through the slats but looking under the door I saw there were a couple of guys in there; tapping gently on the door I asked if I could join in.

"FUCK OFF!" came the initial reply then a gentler voice answered back.

"It’s too risky, do you have somewhere to go."

I told him/them that I had a place but it was about a half-hours walk away. The door opened and out walked two really good-looking guys, one looked to be in his late 50s, the other I instantly recognised as Chris, one of my junior officers.

Seeing the astonishment in Chris' eyes, I quickly raised a finger to my mouth, as an order for him to be quiet. What else could I do, if I apologised and left, it would leave Chris in a quandary about his position after all he was in the army and had been caught in a certain predicament by a senior officer. After a talk the older one said we could go back to the hotel where he was staying, as it was just a short walk from the toilets; he did add however that we would only have about 2 hrs before his wife returned from the market in town.

Whilst walking back to this guy's hotel we talked generally and found that we were up for most things, our only exceptions being drugs, pain and bondage. This chat at the time although very crucial was hard for Chris, for here he was, about to become intimate with his superior officer.

We arrived at the hotel, made our way to the room; where no sooner was the door shut then Bob and I got quickly undressed, which given the climate didn't take long, Chris still seemed a bit reluctant at first but soon caught up with us. Bob the older one (I later found out was 63) had a decent body for a guy his age with a monster of a cock hanging between his legs, his huge balls swung between his legs as he started to play with himself. Chris' cock on the other hand was gorgeous; it was a long moderately sized weapon with a circumcised head. Still apprehensive Chris slowly came over to me and began to play with my cock, his hands then travelled upwards and began playing with my nipples, he hesitantly asked me if I liked my nipples being pulled real hard, I told him I was not really into pain, so he just nibled and teased them with his tongue instead. God was I in heaven.

Bob not wishing to be left out came up behind me and rammed his cock between my legs; his rough hands then reached round to Chris' chest and started playing with his nipples. I asked Chris if he was into kissing he just shrugged and said he had never really kissed a bloke before. I started to kiss him passionately; he must have enjoyed it for soon his tongue was down my throat playing tonsil tennis.

Still feeling left out Bob roughly took hold of my cock; it felt great having a hand pulling at my cock whilst kissing Chris. Suddenly I felt a finger probing at my anus; my instant reaction was to open my legs and squat a little so I could take the invader deep into my rectum. Who ever it was, was making a real mess of it so I told him to either put some more spit on his fingers or use some form of lubricant.

It was Bob trying to 'force an entry'; taking heed of my words he left us, went over to the dressing table and picked up some suntan lotion; now suitably equipped he then teasingly greased up my hole before sliding a couple of fingers straight in, it felt fantastic to have this Granddaddy play with my arse whilst Chris continued playing tonsil tennis with me.

As Chris was still having trouble relaxing and with Bob's monster giving me some concern, I took the suntan lotion from Bob and rubed some into his arse before turning and coating Chris' cock, I suggested that I lay on the bed so that Bob, whilst being fucked by Chris could suck my cock and play with my prostate.

It was fantastic to see these two guys enjoying man on man sex; Chris fucked Bob like a mad man; his energetic movements reverberating through Bob to give my prostate a good workout. I told Bob I was about to cum and if he did not want it in his mouth then he should stop sucking, did he stop like fuck, he just sucked harder. When I couldn't take anymore I let loose several huge volleys of hot cum into Bob's mouth who just continued sucking until my cock became so sensitive I had to tell Bob to stop because it was as much as I could take.

Bob hardly swallow any of my cum, he just let it drible out of his mouth and down my now softening dick, since I love kissing guys with cum dribling from their mouths I asked Bob to kiss me, in doing so this pushed Chris over the edge because he said he was going to come real soon.

I asked Chris not to shoot his load up Bobs arse but over my face; pulling out of Bob's arse Chris quickly knelt on the bed, positioning his cock within an inch of my face, he starting panting saying he was really close to cumming; it was only then I did something I have never ever done before.... I took a guy's cock in my mouth after it had just been in some another guys arse.

Believe me it did not taste nice but I just wanted Chris' cock deep in my throat when it spewed; do not ask me why but I just wanted it.

After giving it a few couple of sucks I was soon rewarded with a mouthful of hot sweet cum; keeping some in my mouth I then beckoned Bob over and kissed him again; our mouths making it one huge sloppy cum kiss. Chris after some hesitation joined in and started to share our kisses, all three of us licking and sucking each other's tongues sharing the same salty cum.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with Bob between us, we started to give him a 'blow job'; initially we took it in turns to feed his monster of a cock into our mouths but the effort was too much for within a few seconds our jaws began to ache. Having told Bob that in no way were we going to attempt taking his monster of a cock up our arses, we agreed to toss him off instead. Whilst Chris massaged his balls and passed some comment about weight training and how the fuck anybody managed to take this monster I greased up Bob's arse and began to probe for his prostate.

To my surprise Bob rectum just opened up to my fingers and I found it very difficult to control their depth. Massaging his prostate gently with three fingers whilst 'jacking him off' we soon had him cumming; his cum didn't shoot out but just oozed from his piss hole.... I swear to god I have never seen spunk so thick in all my life, it looked like you could chew on it. I stuck my tongue into it and tried lapping it up, gagging on its thick acrid texture; both of them just laughed when I accidently snorted some up my nose in the process, spitting out the spunk we then played with Bob's softening cock for a few minutes before getting cleaned up.

I never did make it into the old town that day for having left Bob in the comfort of his hotel room, I immediately asked Chris back to my apartment. On the way back, we stopped at a quiet cafe and had quick chat about what just went on and how if exposed, things could really go bad for us.

Back at my apartment I asked Chris what he wanted to drink, "A whiskey and soda would be fine," he replied.

However, strange thoughts began to roam my head, as I poured us two of the stiffest drinks possible. Was this a setup since Chris' mannerisms seemed all wrong; was he just alone, a little tired of women, of his life in the army; but gay, no, no way; to me he was just another guy serving time in the army, yet, here he was looking at me all dewy eyed like a sweet heart. Even though he was talking, I did not recognise a word he was saying for I was miles away. Noticing that my mind had drifted Chris just chuckled and asked,

"Sorry, am I boring you with all this?"

Snapping back to reality, "Sorry, No, no you're not. I'm thinking back to how we just met and that horrible man, what ever possessed you?"

"Hormones, Bloody hormones" replied Chris.

Having poured us another stiff drink, I sat down and we talked about our lives. How although bisexual, I was once married with a daughter who showed absolutely no interest in boys nor leaving the nest -- He, alone, needing someone or something to believe in; for here was an man who was so messed up by either women or his deployment was beginning to turn upon himself. Increasingly, I was really beginning to like Chris; he was flirty, talkative, laughed easily at my jokes. This was getting weird; this guy was really turning me on.

However; in the background was the tension. After all we were until a few hours ago serving officers, but now, a strong sexual undertone of desire was developing for one another; for every time I accidentally touch him he gasped. I saw the hesitation; the realisation of the situation, officers of different ranks forming a relationship; I could see what was going on in his mind so I patiently waited.

As I placed my hand over his, I chuckled and thought to myself 'Do I really need this'. Chris' warm, strong hand; rolled over and interlocked our fingers before gazing into my eyes, the need was there, bright and fragile as a young maidens.

Now standing and looking at me sheepishly he shrugged his shoulders. Taking a step forward, I grasp his head with both hands and kiss him full on the mouth. I extended my tongue forcing his lips apart. Now I am kissing him like before, in that hotel room with that horrible man.

Chris slowly relaxed letting me into his soul. Our tongues explore each other's mouths, darting, caressing, and seeking the texture of our tongues, urgency forcing us to kiss harder and harder. Placing his hands on my shoulders he forced me back, I try to hold his lips against mine but had to relent, we separated connected only by a thin thread of saliva stretching between our lips.

Chris reached for my shorts; I inhaled slightly, allowing him to release the belt, forever looking into his eyes, I feel a light hand tracing the bulge of my cock though my thin shorts, and then grasping at my shorts, he slowly pulled them down, painfully freeing my cock from its confinement. My cock head glistened with precum as another pearl formed around my piss hole; Chris noticing this wipes it off with his finger before placing it gently between my lips.

As his hand gently explored my genitals, I swiftly removed my shirt. Now standing butt-naked for all to see I waited patiently as Chris stripped off; upon seeing his strong fit naked body my cock twitched with desire; with the thought and anticipation of what was to come, more precum worked its way forward to ooze slowly from my cock.

Chris planted his first kisses on my neck; his lips then descended to my chest kissing and sucking as he sought out a nipple. Briefly, he stopped there to bite and suck them causing me to groan and flinch before slowly descending down to my stomach where he sucked in and kissed my navel before heading onwards to my cock. All this time his fingers roamed lightly over my body like an 'exocet' seeking its target.

Childlike, Chris licked the top of my cock with the tip of his tongue savouring the pearl of precum. He then continued to lick the oozing precum from my cock, round and round he went, stopping occasionally to prise open my piss hole and seek more. My cock was now painfully hard, its thick veins like sinews. Chris kissed its tip then pursed his lips before slowly running them past my glands before taking in most of its length. I was in heaven, how I did not come then I will never know.

With his hands cupping my arse, he began to worship my cock. He suckled and played with my genitals like a woman yet here I saw a man. I felt my balls tighten; my swollen shaft was now glass hard and needed relief. He eagerly bobed up and down continually slurping and teasing. I had to prop myself against the nearest wall and tilt my head back for I could do nothing but come, and come I did.

Gush after gush of cum spewed into his mouth; he moans of approval reach my ears as he continued swallowing my seed. I look down to see him starring at me in disbelief before closing his eyes to continue bobing on my increasingly limp cock, he continued slurping greedily as he worked my gland, milking my cock for that last bit of cum.

With long powerful strokes of his tongue, he now attacked my shrunken balls. I squatted to spread my cheeks as light fingers work they way towards my anus, nodding with approval a digit pressed against the opening, I groaned with delight and immediately start to harden as he inserted a finger into my rectum.

"So you like that?" enquires Chris.

"Yes - but you've got to earn it first." I replied, reaching for his head. His finger quickly withdrew from my rectum as I pulled Chris to his feet.

Grasping his head with both hands, I kissed him full on the mouth then kneeling before him I reached for his fleshy balls, he groaned as I fondled them then without warning I deep-throated his cock. He looked at me with amazement as I just keep on bobing and 'throating' his dick whilst rolling his balls between my fingers. He groans got louder as I reached towards his arse, with his cock became increasingly harder signalling the onset of an orgasm, I pulled away from his engorged mber and concentrated my efforts on his hairy ass. I tried to insert a finger but he just yelped in surprise. I tried pushing my finger in with some more force but it just would not go.

Looking up I saw only pain and anguish on his face. "And you wanted me to fuck you?" I asked.

"I do, I do but I've never done it before." replied Chris bleatfully.

Silently swearing to myself, I told Chris to make himself comfortable on the bed whilst I found the Aquaglide.

With Chris 'doggy' fashion on the bed I gently greased up his anus before offering it a finger. With words of encouragement and a finger suitable greased I gently wormed it in. He initially tensed up then sighed. His anus was hot and yielded slowly to my prodding and worming, with his breathing still stilted; I slowly worked my finger back and forth before offering another. With perseverance and some assistance by playing with his cock and balls, I eventually managed to get a couple of fingers up his rectum.

Pulling my fingers out, he looked at me then asked if I was going to fuck him. Telling him that I would need his complete co-operation, I greased up my cock, 'prepped' him again by injecting gel into his rectum; then and only then did I press the tip of my eager cock against his anus. As Chris pressed back against my cock, I willed him to relax, to open for me. Suddenly the head of my cock slipped through his sphincter before closing rapidly behind the lip of my glans. Fuck me he was tight, painfully tight.

Gently I reached under and felt for his cock; unsurprisingly it was glass hard and dribling copious amounts of precum. In an attempt to relax him I slowly started to masturbate Chris.

For a second I rested as Chris shouted out in pain. Still resisting, I told him to pretend that his having a large 'dump'. His moans got less as I slowly pushed my cock in. He muffled several cries as I slowly continued to enter his rectum, stopping every now and then to allow Chris to recover.

"Fucking Hell...How much more" he panted.

I kept talking to him all the time, coaxing him to become more relaxed. Slowly I pushed inch by inch further into his rectum until I could go no further.

Feeling my balls touch against his Chris enquired if it was all in; to which I replied;

"Yes that's the lot"

"Thank fuck for that," Chris' replied, for what else could be said.

"Pull it out and push it back in," he begged.

Slowly I pulled my cock from his virgin arse, the sensation of his rectum not wanting to release my cock was sensational; once out I took the opportunity to apply more Aquaglide before I slowly, with the fanfare of trapped wind, pushed it gently back in. He giggled then moaned softly. I started to fuck him slowly; pulling back until almost completely out, then gently back in; I did this until I felt his rectum give.

"Now I know how a woman feels," said Chris.

"What like a bitch," said I jokingly?

"Yes" replied Chris, "I think I'm becoming your bitch."

"Say that again" I replied.

What came next was a total surprise for Chris made a formal declaration "Do you Steve take me Chris as your bitch, to love honour and to cherish" bah; bah, bah:

With that I withdrew my cock, quickly flipped him into the missionary position, grasped his head with both hands and kiss him full on the mouth. Having jacked Chris' arse up with a couple of pillows and with his legs wrapped about my waist, I fucked him like any other lover.

Tears of joy streamed down his face as he fucked and bucked against my cock. All the while we were making grunting sounds of pleasure, our hands never still, for we were like two lovers. Feeling a tightening of his rectum I knew he must be close to orgasm so I lent back and watched his cock; precum with the texture of honey had dribled out of his cock and pooled in the pit of his stomach from where it formed a chain; a chain I could only describe as a string of pearls.

As I stroked his cock, his heavy balls finally gave way. On the upstroke, cum shot into my clenched palm; using both hands I collected as much cum as possible before offering it to him, then with him licking and slurping away at my hand, I moaned as gush after gush of my own hot cum shot deep into his rectum, it must have gone on for about 30 seconds. Chris now totally sated then gave out the loudest of groans before dropping his splayed legs onto the bed. With my cock shrinking rapidly all I could do was withdraw, sit on the edge of the bed and watch as cum first flowed freely out then slowed with the closing of his anus.

Hearing sounds of gentle snoring I left Chris to it. Gathering our scattered clothing I separated it, before retiring to the bathroom to clean up and complete my ablutions. Whilst being under the shower I rigged up my douche bag (after all I had promised Chris a treat) and with the apparatus slowly emptying its contents into my body I sat down and wrote Chris a few notes. For, if he truly wished to be my bitch then I expected certain hygienic standards.

Needless to say, Chris got his well-deserved reward, as for being my bitch that's another story.



Continue reading My Life with Chris


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Grace Loves Her Daddy, Part 3




As usual I went to my gym late in the morning leaving Grace home alone but when I got back a couple of hours later Grace had a girl friend over at the house. The two of them decided to spend the sunny day by the pool where I guess the heaviest decision they made was to "should we have tan lines or not?".

Having that pool installed was one of the best things I've ever done. My ex thought it was a waste of money but Grace loves to lay by the pool and no doubt tempt me.

Anyway, Grace was by the pool with her girl friend Jennifer when I got home. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of ice tea and saw the two of them by lying face down on lounge chairs. We have pretty good privacy with a tall solid fence and if someone is peeking, then they're trying too hard. Both of them were topless and had nothing more than a cord of string of a thong between their ass cheeks.

I could see the friend had her Ipod in her ears while Grace had her head up supporting her chin with nothing in her ears with her gaze to the house, my guess she heard my truck pull into the driveway.

While I was standing at an angle to the window Grace took her bottle of oil and poured a great deal in the palm of her hand and innocently started to cover her friends shoulders. A moment later she began to work on her legs from her calves on upward until she was stroking her friends bum and working in the oil to keep those precious cheeks soft.

My cock was involuntarily moving in my shorts and beginning to ache. My testosterone was high after my workout as it always is and I didn't want a blow job. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck badly and bury my cock in a very primal way into Graces ass.

I heard Grace ask her friend if she wanted more ice tea as she was getting up to go into the kitchen for more. When Grace opened the sliding glass door she saw me and my obvious low hanging cock in my shorts. She paused at the door while closing it not quite sure what to do next. But I did.

I took her by the hand wordlessly and took her to my bedroom where I closed the door. I told her to get down on her hands and knees and pushed her face forward onto the ottoman by my reclining chair where her stomach lay flat on top but her weight was supported by her knees on the carpet. Without a word she complied for me as she spread her knees wide and arched her ass to me as she knew what I craved.

"Daddy, I know you're going to fuck me and I need it bad too but my little ass is tight"

She looked like a hot little Goddess with her dark tanned skin bent over with only the string of her thong covering her hole. My right hand pressed down on the middle of her oily back while the forefinger of my left hooked the thong fabric aside above her asshole. I spit onto my finger and slid my finger from her cunt (which was very wet) to her asshole. Her ass muscles clenched and massaged my finger as I slid it around her hole before plunging it deep up to my knuckle.

"Daddy, I want to give it to you. You've worked hard this week and you need to relax and I want you NOW!."

I told her to spread her ass and both of her hands reached back and took hold of her ass cheeks where she spread them wide for me, I just adore this. I took some lube and spread it over the length and width of the mushroom head of my cock at the entrance to her ass. I could see that she was holding her breath and expecting the initial onslaught of pain from my penetration. I pushed and she whimpered and froze. I didn't care, I need to fuck and dominate her as my personal little fuck slave.

My body weight eased onto her as my shaft dove deeper and deeper into her crack. Her moans started out painfully but I could tell that my cock which was pole-axed in her ass was starting to give her pleasure.

"Oh daddy what are you doing to me?"

"You little tease, you wanted to be fucked and now you're going to get what you want."

Grace just melted at those words: "Then make me your bitch."

My hands took her hips where I guided her slowly back and forth along my shaft. My little girl was a slut by the pool and now I wanted to send her back to the lounge with my cum inside her ass.

Faster and harder I humped my little girl while she pushed back at me. Then I got up off my knees with my cock still inside her and stood astride and above her little ass and began to pump her butt like I've never done before. I love to pull out and see that the tight little asshole doesn't close, that just invites me to plunge in once more in lust. But this time I forgot and the force of my weight caused my shaft to bury to the hilt where she took the full measure.

Grace shrieked and yelled but my hand remained between her shoulder blades where I had her pinned. I continued to have my way with her as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of her flesh. Such a sight it is to open your eyes and see your cock being received by a little ass that is stretched like it has never been before as it pushes in to receive me then yields a bit when I pull back, I swear it felt like her ass was sucking me when I pulled back.

My eyes did catch the sight of her fingertips that had squirmed their way under her body where her manicured fingertips stroked her pussy. I told her that one way to make a man cum is to reach back and fondle his balls while he fucks her and her fingers found my sac and then I was hopeless.

One final plunge and I lost my seed deep in her bowels where I remained for more than a few seconds, pressing down on her back with my hand and impaled to the hilt with my cock. I wanted every drop of sperm to enter her body.

In a moment I recovered and put my shorts back on and went to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. When I walked back Grace had rolled over face down on the carpet with her legs spread with my cum visible on her cheeks and oozing from her hole.

I just let her be lying on the floor as I heard the phone ring in another room. During this time Grace walked back down to the pool where Jennifer was still plugged into her Ipod.

"Hey, what took you so long in the house?"

Jennifer looked at Grace with curiosity and then a knowing expectation revealed itself to her.

"Grace, did you just have sex? Wait! Is that cum on your ass?! It is isn't it?"

"Yeah, I just got fucked by a beautiful man and not like those stupid boys at school."

"What do you mean?"

"Jennifer I don't know what you're going to think because this is our secret. Can you keep a secret, I'm not joking Jennifer?"

"Sure, I can keep a secret, why would I want to ruin a good thing?"

"I let my Daddy fuck me whenever he wants and I love it."

Grace let those words sink in to Jennifer, to see her reaction.

"So that's your father's cum on your ass?"

"yes"

"You mean the cum of the man that I've been masturbating at home after I come here."

"You know how hot your father is and I'm not the only one at school who wants to be fucked by him"

Grace started to feel the pride of a woman who keeps a very hot man satisfied. A knowing smile came to her face as she had something on Jennifer for once. It was usually Jennifer who got the hot guys but this time it was Grace and Jen could barely stand it.

While Grace plopped back on her stomach on the lounge, "Can I touch that cum on your ass Grace?"

"Yes but only after I take the first lick." Whereupon Grace took her forefinger and slid it between her tanned ass cheeks and withdrew her wet finger coated with the slippery white sperm load of her Daddy.

"You bitch Grace, I want a taste" where then Jen took two fingers and probed the crack of Grace's ass too.

"He fucked you in the ass didn't he? I bet it hurt? I love to watch him when he gets out of the pool and his suit sucks up to his body. His cock is so gorgeous in his shorts."

Jen took her lacquered nailed fingertips to her mouth and closed her eyes where she allowed herself the chance to taste the fresh cum of the man she shoved her fingers into her cunt for.

"Grace, I want more!" Right after saying this Jen hopped up on the back of Graces chaise and got onto her back where she spread Grace's thighs so she could see the evidence of that man's sticky white cum.

Rather than take a finger Jen bent her head down into the musky crack of Grace's ass and began licking the cum from her cheeks and then deeper into her tanned crevice. Grace was stunned by this but didn't want to stop her friend as she and Jen shared everything.

"Ummmm mmmm" muttered Jen as she licked the cum. "You're salty you little slut but the cum makes you taste so much better.

Jen's nose and face just pushed themselves into Graces ass. Her right forefinger hooked the thong out of its place to reveal the asshole that was still slightly open and relaxed. Jen fucked Grace with her tongue in rapid penetrations. Each time taking a split second to taste the juice of the man who poured his cum only minutes before.

Jen's hands wandered over Grace's back, stroking her with a friction that revealed true sapphic lust between teenage girls. Her hands wandered back down to Grace's ass and spread her cheeks wide which allowed a torrent of white warm cum to ooze from the girls asshole.

"Oh his cum is so good" she muttered as she sucked the thick fluid of cum juice coming out from the girl's hole. Jen smushed her face like a hungry bitch at a feeding, she gasped sucked and tried to breath while lapping for cum. God she couldn't drink it all, there was just too much. That was surely a man sized load that she was drinking. Her right hand had absent mindedly reached for the peach of her pussy where she stroked her erect clit to a juicy lubricated ecstasy. Faster her hand finger fucked her own hole while she fantasized about sucking the cock of the man's cum she was lapping up. What would it be like for Jen to feel the warm salty cum explode down her own throat? Could she handle his shaft as he was bigger than most boys she already sucked? There was only one way to find out.

But soon enough Jen was finger fucking herself to a frenzy while her own tongue fucked the puckered asshole of Grace when they came to a crashing orgasm of their own. They shuddered and shook on the chaise, bodily fluids of all sorts: cum and cunt juice intermixed on their faces and fingers.

"God Grace, you were fucked by a beast for all that cum in your ass. A gorgeous fucker with a cock full of cum"

"Jen, you're a dirty girl. But the only way you'll get to Daddy is thru me."

"Can you handle that?"

"I don't care Grace, I'll do whatever you want"

To be continued................

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Part 8 - A Christmas Story

Part 8 in a series describing my sexual experiences and development.


After I had left school – and Alex .........and Emily, I felt a bit empty.


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For 2 years, Emily and I had enjoyed a full on sexual relationship. She was completely in love with me, in every way. I didn't love her.......at least not in the way she loved me. I loved her body, her sex, her pussy, and her lips. But not herself.




By the end of our final term together, we having sexual encounters every day, several times a day – her appetite was insatiable. We would spend any free time we had, together, either outdoors or indoors. Most lunch breaks and free periods were spent lying naked on a picnic rug together, in our secret place in the woods, in the school grounds, where we would explore each other in every way possible.




And then there was my sexual relationship with Alex, which continued from Novber 2001 until I left school in July 2002. We would meet 3 or 4 times a week, and have fabulous sex wherever we could – in the gym, in his car, in the woods, in hotel rooms. On my 18th birthday in March 2002, he booked us into a hotel and we fucked for 5 hours without a break, until I had to get back to school.

I missed them both, but Alex especially – I missed his sense of fun, and his cock.But it had been a real problem trying to keep both relationships a secret, not just from the school and everyone around me, but also from each other – neither Alex nor Emily ever knew I was having sex with them both.

After school I spent a year travelling. I have lots to tell you about that, but maybe in the future.

Then I went to university to study Law for 3 years. Again, I have many experiences to share with you about my life at university.




However, at this time I would like to tell you about an incident which occurred at Christmas 2004, when I was 20.




I was home from uni, for the Christmas break, and as they usually did, my parents had invited a house full of friends and acquaintances to stay over between Boxing Day and New Years Day. With a large old house like theirs there is plenty of room for guests.

And so on Boxing Day, the guests arrived throughout the day, and that evening my parents threw a dinner party, using a local catering company to arrange cook and serve the food and drinks. We have done this every since I can rber. It's always a good evening, lots of fun. The guest list tends to vary each year. That year was a mix of my parents work colleagues and clients from their legal and accountancy work. I think that year we had about 12 guests.




It's always been a fun time at home at Christmas, with a full house, big tree decorated beautifully, the whole house decked out with holly, twinkling lights and candles. I loved it.




One of the guests was Tim, a client of my mothers, who arrived with his wife Angela and son Gareth, who were to stay for the week. I had never met them before, and my mother had asked me to "look after" Gareth. I had wondered why a 16 year old lad needed looking after. When he arrived I realised what she meant.



Gareth was a tall, thin boy, a bit spotty, who wore glasses and braces on his teeth – and was painfully shy. He seemed to be permanently attached to his mother, hardly leaving her side.




I inwardly groaned when it dawned on me that I could be in for a very boring Christmas with Gareth. After we had eaten that first evening, I tried to engage him in conversation, to see if I could find anything in common. His responses were almost inaudible, mono syllabic, and he wouldn't even look me in the eye. I felt slightly affronted by this – I've never had this reaction from a boy before. Normally, guys can't take their eyes off me!




The following day, I overheard his mother speaking to my mother. She was saying how "poor Gareth" just couldn't make friends at school, was bullied because of his braces, glasses and spots. She said she just didn't know what to do with him.




"And as for girls – forget it – he's just not interested," I rber her saying. "He never talks to girls, never even looks at them. Why can't he behave like a normal teenage boy?"




Apparently she had even gone out and bought him a pile of girly porn magazines and given them to him to look at, because she was afraid he might be gay, and wanted to "stop him turning queer before it goes too far".




I was horrified. No wonder this lad was mess, with a mother like Angela! I was beginning to feel rather sorry for him. He didn't seem to have too much going for him, and to have Angela treating him like that, the future didn't look good. He had no self confidence, no self esteem.




As the week passed, I tried my best with Gareth, but wasn't able to find a way through to him. When I told my mother that I was finding it difficult to entertain Gareth, and that my Christmas break was being ruined by having to be a "perfect host", she just said "Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something". Thanks Mother!




And so I did. I'd tried everything else. Now it was time to get serious.




On the 29th Decber, my parents had arranged to take out their guests for a meal at a posh restaurant, and suggested I take Gareth out with some of my friends for the evening.

There was no way I wanted my friends to see me with Gareth. So instead, I offered to take him out to see a film. He seemed stunned and barrassed at the idea of going out with a tall, pretty 20 year old blonde girl, and said he just wanted to stay in. I eventually persuaded him, and after the others had left the house, I went upstairs to get ready to go out, leaving Gareth downstairs.




And it was then that I knew how to reach Gareth.




In my en suite shower room, I worked out a way of implementing my idea. After showering, I emerged into my bedroom, with a white towel wrapped around me, my long blonde hair wet and stuck to my skin.

"Gareth", I called, from my bedroom door.

A few seconds later came a reply, "Yes, hello?"

"Gareth", I called again.

I heard his footsteps on the stairs, as he called again "Yes, hello?"

"I was wondering what you want to do for food tonight", I replied, as he appeared at my bedroom door. He stood and stared at me for a few seconds.

"Its ok, sit down", I said, and I gestured to him to sit on my bed. "What about food?"




I acted completely naturally, picked my hairbrush up and began to brush my long, wet hair. Gareth came in and sat down, looking uncomfortable. I just knew this was the first time he had been in a girl's bedroom, just seeing his body language told me that.




As I stood in front of my full length mirror, brushing my hair, we discussed food, and what film to see. Although obviously feeling unsure, he began to talk to me.




A few minutes passed. And then, without any warning, I put down my hairbrush, and removed my towel from around my body, turning to face Gareth as I did so.




Halfway through a sentence, his words died away, as he suddenly found himself gazing at this tall, slender, naked 20 year old blonde girl. My heart suddenly began to race, as this shy, awkward 16 year old lad just sat in stunned silence on my bed, his eyes taking in my every detail. I watched his face flush red, as he stared at my large, firm breasts, with nipples already hard and erect. And then, inevitably, he couldn't help but lower his gaze, to find my smooth, shaven pussy, with my full, swollen, deep red labia lips clearly visible between my legs.




I pretended to be completely unaware of how my sudden revelation was affecting Gareth. In the same way that I had applied my "Golden Rule" in the school gym 3 years earlier with Alex,(see "From Girl to Woman) I was determined to behave as though it was an everyday occurrence for me to strip off in front of a virtual stranger in my bedroom.




So, without looking at him, I finished drying my body with the towel, carefully caressing my pert breasts, and then spreading my feet, rubing the towel over my pussy lips, which were now even more visible, as my sexual arousal caused them to swell in size, protruding provocatively between my legs. My inner pussy tingled with excitement.




"erm.....I'd better go.......er....I'll see you......er.......when you're ready", Gareth finally stumbled. He had stood, his face a picture of flushed barrassment.




"Oh it's ok", I replied, nonchalantly, as if I hadn't noticed his predicament, "You can help me decide what to wear". I went over to my wardrobe, and opened the doors, pretending to be looking at my clothes.




"er...........no.....er .......Katie.........I'll wait downstairs..........I.....you know......"




I rber turning around again to face him, and feeling a mixture of sexual arousal and compassion for this young man. There he was, 16 years old, seeing this horny, naked 20 year old girl before him. I knew that I was the first naked girl he had ever seen in the flesh, and knew that I owed it to him to make this experience special for him. I had to break down the inhibitions and barriers he seemed to have built around himself; otherwise he would never be able to build relationships with girls.

"What's the matter ? I replied, innocently, smiling.

He paused, unable to take his eyes off my breasts.

"Well, it's just ......you know........seeing you.........like this..........."




I pretended to suddenly be shocked.

"Oh, my God, .........Gareth.........I'm so sorry.........I just never thought.......I ......I didn't..........", and I reached out and took his hand. As I did so, I looked down, and noticed his stiffness bulging in his jeans.

"It's ok.........its ok", he stuttered.

"I'm so used to my boyfriend seeing me; I just forgot........I'm so sorry........!"

"I'll go.........its ok", he tried to pull away, but I held on to his hand.

"You don't have to, Gareth, I don't mind.........you can stay..........if you want to," I spoke in a quiet voice smiling reassuringly.

He looked at me, nervously.

"It's just....well......I haven't seen a ............girl before.............not ........well....naked", he eventually said, his voice trbling.

I pretended to be surprised.

"Oh..oh .I see. Not even a girlfriend?", I asked.

He shook his head. "I've never had one.........a girlfriend", he replied.

I rber a long silence between us, and he just gazed into my eyes. In that moment, I really felt a deep pain and unhappiness inside him.




"Well, .....I am honoured to be the first naked girl you have seen", I said quietly to him. It's sounded really false, but I meant it. I smiled, and for the first time, he gave me a shy smile back.

And now the time was right.




"Here........touch", I whispered. With his hand still in mine, I slowly guided him down, and led him to my tingling, wet puss. Without resistance, I brought his fingers gently between my legs, and watched his face closely as he found himself, for the first time, fingering a girls hot, wet, puffy pussy lips.




There I was, standing totally naked in my bedroom, with this 16 year old boy I hardly knew, fingering my aching pussy, exploring the dripping folds of my labia with the eagerness of a typical teenager. As the seconds passed by, it was almost as though the invisible chains that had been wrapped around his inner self were dropping away. As his fingers delved deeper, the smile on his face grew bigger, and I smiled back.

His untrained touch needed guidance. I took his hand and pulled him from between my legs.




"Let me show you", I whispered. I led him to my bed. I lay down on my back, and then, with him stood beside me, I opened my legs wide apart, exposing my hungry, shaven, throbing pussy to his gaze for the first time. He let out a small gasp.

"What's the matter?" I asked, as I began to finger myself slowly.

"Well.....you're.........so ........you're .........gorgeous." he replied. He watched as I used my left hand to separate the red, glistening lips, and reveal the erect, tingling sight of my aroused clitoris, which I then proceeded to rub with my right hand.




Instantly, my hips were bucking up and down off the bed, and I was suddenly gasping and moaning. I rber grabing Gareth's hand once more, and pulling him down to my pussy again.

"Rub me like this.......here.....like this......." I gasped, looking up at him from the bed.

I grasped his hand, and showed him how to masturbate me, getting his fingers to rub my clit hard. I closed my eyes, and trbled and quivered at his movements.




"Inside.........inside......" I rber moaning, loudly. I somehow got his other hand, and virtually forced his fingers between the tight lips of my dripping pussy.




It was quite an amazing sight. 20 minutes earlier, this gawky, shy, 16 year old boy had never even seen a naked girl in his life. Now, there he was, stood beside my bed, with both hands working away on a naked, horny girls dripping, throbing puss.




For me it was a real thrill, to have an inexperienced teenage boy masturbating me – in my own bedroom, spread wide, everything laid bare for him to see. This lucky boy was seeing me at my horny best. After spending several years having sexual relationships and experiences, with men usually much older than me, and also with a girl, it was a real thrill to have this boy having his first sexual experience with me. It was a new experience for me too.




And I was eager for more. Gasping, and with bucking hips, I reached out and grabed Gareth's jeans. As his continued to masturbate me, he showed no concerns in allowing me to unbutton his jeans, and unzip him. I hastily pulled them down, then eagerly grasped his pants and pulled them down.




His erect, glistening teenage virgin cock sprang out, his head, a glorious purple/red, with a clear, glistening trail of pre cum dribling to the floor. I took his rock hard shaft in my hand, and began to masturbate him as he stood beside my bed, masturbating me.




As my fingers wrapped around his manhood, he gasped out loudly, and his hips thrust forward involuntarily, as if in a joyous leap of arousal at being held by a female hand for the very first time.




And I was now beginning to climax. I rber letting out a scream of sheer ecstasy, as the first wave crashed over me, and I came, hard and strong. As Gareth's naughty fingers rubed my clit relentlessly, my hips rose off my bed, and suddenly I was squirting.




"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............Ahhhhhhhhhhhh", I rber hearing myself scream out, as my naughty pussy erupted, and ejaculated a powerful stream of hot, clear girl cum, which sprayed out with an incredible force, over my bed and across my room, covering the bedroom carpet, and the front of the chest of drawers I had facing my bed.




Understandably, Gareth's reaction was to quickly pull his fingers away, in surprise. He had no idea what was going on, and could only watch in amazement as, with my hand still grasping his hard cock, he witnessed this horny blonde having a full on ejaculation. I replaced his fingers with my own, and continued to rub my clit violently, and another squirt of hot, aromatic cum sprayed over my hand and my duvet, drenching everything. Then another less powerful eruption and then a forth.




Somehow, maybe through pure instinct, I had continued to rub lucky Gareth's penis.And suddenly, I could feel it twitching. As the last drops of my cum dribled out from between my legs onto the duvet beneath me, Gareth came.



Pumping him with my hand, he ejaculated, and with a gasp, his hips pushed forwards. I watched as his penis released an impressive rope of creamy cum, which launched up into the air with immense force, perhaps 50 or 60 cm, before dropping with a splashing sound over my lower stomach and smooth, dribling puss.




This was followed by another creamy load, and then two smaller deposits, all of it covering my naked body. Gareth seemed to be almost in a dream, as if he couldn't believe what he was doing. But it was no dream - yes, he really was stood beside a bed, with a naked girl masturbating him, and squirting his creamy load all over her body.




As he finished cumming, I couldn't help but let out an involuntary giggle, despite still cumming myself, my puss still twitching and dripping girl cum.




It was just the look of sheer stunned amazement on Gareth's face that set me off. The look of disbelief - it was so comical. To see him gazing down at my naked body lying on the bed covered in his own semen, with that expression on his face. If only I could have taken a photograph of him in that moment!




And when I began to giggle, that set Gareth off too. Suddenly we both found ourselves in fits of laughter. It was bizarre. One moment we were both at the heights of sexual pleasure, and then we had collapsed in giggles. It was quite a magical moment.




Still lying on the bed, covered in his cum, I made Gareth get his shirt off, and he stepped out of his pants. As he did so, I spread his cum all over my body with my hands, covering my breasts, stomach and pussy with his cream.




Then, he joined me, lying beside me on my bed. I removed his glasses, placing them on my bedside table. We began kissing, and his hands explored my breasts, and again he found my pussy with his fingers. The room was full of the aroma of my cum – the strong, heavy scent of hot, horny pussy filled the air, making me feel quite heady, and even more aroused.




By now I was ready for more – and so was Gareth, I could tell. His cock was still hard and erect, and I knew that we wanted to get inside me. I couldn't blame him – how could any 16 year old boy be expected to resist such temptations put before him?

And so, with a little guidance, I helped him to find his way inside my tight, hot vagina. As his cock penetrated me, he let out a moan of pure pleasure, as for the first time he experienced the sensations of having a girl's hot pussy squeeze tightly around his penis.




Understandably, his technique wasn't very good.But we had fun as, together, we began to fuck. It didn't take long before he was once again ejaculating – this time inside me, rather than over me. I was impressed by his stamina, and with the amount of cum he was able to produce considering it was the second load inside 30 minutes – so much that it began to run out, as he pumped me hard and deep.

It had been a really fun experience – for both of us. For him, obviously, it was special (I know this because he told me so, the following day). For me it was just great to have young, inexperienced teenage boy exploring my female charms. He was clumsy, had no idea how to treat a girl. But it was a sweet experience in a raw, naive way.

We didn't go out that night – we stayed in. We showered together.




We had sexual intercourse twice more before he went home on New Year's Day evening. Once in my bedroom, and again in the barn across the yard behind the house. His technique didn't improve. But his whole persona had been transformed.




I feel now that it was almost like I was a key that unlocked the inner Gareth. Suddenly, somehow, our sexual encounters had allowed him to grow and develop, breaking the chains the seemed to trap him.




I've never seen Gareth since that Christmas encounter. But I've heard he has a girlfriend now.





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In Ruins (Part 1)

Lexy is betrayed and falls back into the spiral of drugs and sex that she fought so hard to escape.



(knock knock knock knock)

"Lexy!"

"Lexy, open the door baby! Let's talk about this, don't go crazy without even talking to me!"

"Lexy!"

Cassius was banging the heel of his fist on the drivers side window, begging me to open the locked driver-side door while he tried in vain to open it. No way in hell was I going to open the door. I couldn't even bear to open my eyes, much less look at him. Thinking at all was a chore at this moment, pulled over in the parking lot of a deserted shopping strip center. I never intended to stop the car; if not for my sobing, which was completely debilitating, I'd have driven as far as it took for Cassius to stop following me. I might have made it home, but when I saw his motorcycle pull up behind me, flashing his headlight, motioning for me to pull over, it was too much. The dam burst, and it was only a few more blocks before I was a convulsing, teary mess behind the wheel.

My friends have taken to calling me an old soul, and until recently I really didn't know what that meant. But now, two years removed from the stifling cocoon of my family, I kind of get the drift. I always questioned more than others my age, took less for granted, and trusted slower. Having tangled myself in a few too many drugs and cocktails, dropped out of college, and worked nights to simply keep a roof over my head, those instincts have only become more entrenched in me.

Most girls my age jump in head-first when they meet a guy they like. I met the man of my dreams, and as much as I loved being around him, and as strong as our sexual attraction was, I found myself having to force myself to appreciate how much he cared for me, and try to enjoy the moments together and all the nice things he did for me. As usual, trust was the last thing to be earned, and I clawed to the ledge of skepticism as long as I could until, finally, my heart gave up the fight. I fell in love, and I fell hard.

As I opened my heart, I realized that Cassius was everything I'd ever wanted in a lover- he was big, strong, handsome, protective, and was as generous a man as I'd ever really been around, whether it was money, time, or just an ear to lend for whatever might be bothering me. It was his confidence, though, that got my attention from that first encounter, and kept me coming back for more. Even though I had a hard time admitting it to myself, maybe this was partially to make up for a lack of my own.

The other thing it did was make me blind to the things that I probably should have seen as clear warning signs. He and his family ran several businesses, the specifics of which were never discussed, and he always seemed to carry a lot of cash, yet as plentiful as he shared it when I needed some, I never thought twice about where it might really come from. I did once ask him if he and his family did anything illegal and he just laughed at me- I pressed him and he promised that they didn't. Still there were plenty of red flags had I been willing to see them, but as we grew closer, my old soul questioned less and less about where my heart was taking it.

And then one day the roof caved in.

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A few weeks earlier, Cassius had given me the key to his home so that I could come and go without disturbing his two brothers who shared his house. I usually used the door that led right into his bedroom, especially after finishing my waitress shift; I'd sneak in just as the sun was coming up, crawling under the covers and into his sleeping brace until he had to get up to start his day. Having served alcoholics, jerks, and cheapskates all night, it was just the relaxation therapy I needed.

I was at his place before work, all changed and ready to go. We'd had wonderful sex, the kind that only made you look forward to more of it, and Cassius had stayed in bed while I showered and dressed- now it was time for me to go.

"So are you down for the night, baby?", I asked him, leaning over the bed for a goodbye hug.

"Been a hard week, I think I'm just going to get some sleep", he said, punctuating it with a kiss before I turned to leave.

"See you after work, love you!", I said over my shoulder as I closed the door behind me.

Work had been slow lately, especially mid-week, and it looked like a couple of us were going to get sent home. I usually begged and pleaded to stay, knowing that even the meager hourly rate and a precious few tips were better than nothing at all. On this night however, carrying more cash in my wallet than I could make in a week of waitressing, Cassius' bed sounded much better than tending an empty section all night. Ever since he'd started helping me, my job had gotten far less stressful, and every penny no longer counted. The others happy accepted my offer to leave, and less than an hour after arriving I was on my way back to my baby.

Approaching the house, I noticed a couple of cars in the driveway, one of which looked to be my roommate Cai's. She went on a few dates with one of his brothers, Marcellus, but they really started and ended strictly as fuck buddies, nothing serious.

"Heh," I thought. "Maybe she missed him and placed a booty-call." I smiled as I parked along the street and walked around to the door into his room, where I could see the lights were still on. I could hear the deep thump of hip-hop bass emanating through the windows of the living room. "No wonder he's still awake, it's a wonder he hasn't told his brothers to take the party elsewhere, my poor man is trying to get some rest!"

With my overnight bag in one hand, I tried the knob with the other, happy to find it unlocked as I twisted it and pushed forward. The tenuous ledge of sanity that I'd been clinging to gave way suddenly and viciously as soon as I opened that door. What I saw, an act so erotic and arousing for most, was pure horror for me. It was the horror of seeing your hopes, your trust- crashing down. Your love thrown into the toilet with the soiled paper and cigarette butts. My lover Cassius was naked on the bed, and so was my roommate Cai. They were fucking, hard and urgently, the way that only animals in heat or porn actors on camera fuck. So hard that they didn't immediately see or hear me when I came into the room. I saw Cai gasp and heard her squeal as I came into her sex-addled focus, then lunge forward away from Cassius' doggie-position thrusts. She stumbled forward then sat up as if yanked by a cord. Cassius was just standing there on his knees, his massive, condom-sheathed erection bobing on the front of his body while he looked blankly at me. None of us could speak for that first moment.

I looked down to the table at the foot of the bed. Four clear plastic bags filled with white powder, then two rows of white powder with two more mostly gone, only traces remaining. A small sack lay under the table as well, next to Cai's lace bra. At the very least, there was nothing for either of them to deny, but that was of no comfort to me whatsoever.

"Look we just got carried away, it was crazy, and we just weren't thinking Lexy, I knew it was wrong and was just for fun away, I never meant for any of this to happen did we Cass? I just...". She kept babling manically, but I was unable to listen any further. She was high as a kite, frantic. I was catatonic, unable to process the nightmare tableau before me. He was the one I trusted, yet he was fucking my roommate. He promised me that his family business was clean, yet I knew from my own drug use that only dealers kept this much yayo (cocaine) around. For that reason alone, I didn't want to be mixed up with a drug pusher, and he knew that. There was nothing to say, nothing to do except to cut the cord, to get the hell out of there. My overnight bag dropped to the floor and I turned around, wanting to run but too lightheaded to pull that off. I slammed the door to his house with all my might, slamming it on my trust in him as well. I got in my car, and left.

(knock knock knock knock knock)

"Lexy, come on! We need to talk!"

"Lexy, baby, at least look at me!"

He knew this was the only way to get to me now -to make eye contact- but I couldn't do it. I had to leave him behind.

"GO AWAY!! JUST GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

With that, the car lunged forward into gear and I somehow fought through the tears and made it home, while Cassius mercifully peeled away from me and went elsewhere.

Las Vegas is a lonely place for the lost- an arid, paved sea of identical pods: apartments, shopping centers, houses, fast food huts, repeating across each and every mile of this vast, sprawling grid. My apartment was, at best, quaint in our meager attempts to make it a home. A few pictures and decorations adorned each of our bedrooms, but the kitchen/living/dining areas remained bare except for basic furniture, the sum of our parts falling well short of a normal home's furnishings. Of my two roommates, only Cai really spent any time here anymore, as Daniela had, for all practical purposes, moved in with her boyfriend. Until tonight's disaster, it looked like I was going to be doing the same thing very soon. I wanted to sleep, to make it all go away, but I couldn't. I had to do something, anything, as long as it was alone.

The poster on my wall, a framed concert promotional for Fatboy Slim, hovered over me, taunting me, begging me to take it off the wall. All the tension inside of me boiled over suddenly, and I didn't resist. The frame flew apart and the glass shattered as it hit the wall across the room, denting the sheet rock. Next were my books, one by one, hitting the wall with a sharp thump. Faster and faster, the items flew out of my arms and into the wall, some landing on my bed. My lamp, given to me by my grandparents so that I'd always have good study light in college, was thrown across my body and through the window, the glass cracking with a high shriek and the blinds crushing as the metal fixture was forced through them both. I threw more books as well as my notebooks up at the ceiling, knocking out the light- leaving me with only a streetlight reflection against the opposite wall to see my way to the bed. The wind creaked in through the mangled blinds, making streaky shapes on the walls as I broke down again, sobing heavily, unconcerned by the sharp corner of a book jabing into my side. It was here that my body finally gave out and I drifted off, unable to hear my worried neighbor knocking at the door with the remaining pieces of my lamp.

I wish I could've frozen myself in those first few seconds of waking the next morning, before the wreckage of my room came into view- reminding me of all that had just happened. Less than a minute after opening my eyes, I wanted nothing more than to close them again, but I couldn't. I had to get up and out of this room, for one thing. I went into Cai's room, looking for any evidence that what I saw was more than just a one time thing. In the bottom drawer of her desk, I found it- an 8-ball baggie of coke, partially consumed, and surely purchased from that fucker Cassius on any of a hundred nights when I was hard at work earning nothing at the bar. Maybe not purchased at all, actually...at least not with money. I chose to chuckle silently to stave off the choke of tears, squeezing the packed powder through the cellophane wrapping. I'd owned and held at least a dozen little baggies just like this one a year earlier when I was using. Once I got my job, found roommates who were willing to take a new one on, and got my life back on the rails, I promised myself I'd never touch the white stuff again. Who knows, without that, I very well might still be in college, a sophomore by now actually.

What did it matter now, though? My job was a dead-ender, I wasn't in school, and the rug just got pulled completely out from under a life that I finally thought was worth fighting for. So, what the fuck was the difference now? Nothing, that's what.

I poured the baggie out on the desk, all that was left of it, grabed one of her spare business cards from the top drawer, and started to sort it into lines. I'd forgotten about the routines, the little things about drug use that make it comfortable and familiar. But sorting the powder, alone in my apartment, felt like slipping on a comfortable old shoe. My escape was right in front of me, and a few minutes later, it was up my nose and enveloping my body in flashes of warmth, finally settling into an electric haze of euphoria. Fucking christ, what have I been missing?! I had missed this so much! It was going to be okay after all, and fuck Cai and Cassius for trying to ruin my life. No one can take Lexy down- nobody!

I made two quick decisions: first of all, fuck my job, it was worthless anyway, and second, I would never see Cassius again. I smiled broadly, having taken control of my life again after having surrendered it stupidly for way too long.



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tips to give her mega orgasm



First on the agenda today was to look for some old friends at UNLV- the lucky ones that found a way to juggle the drugs and the nightlife with schoolwork, lest they find themselves cut off from mom and dad's money. My old roommate Geneva was around, now living in an off-campus apartment, but very much living the same life as she was when we shared a tiny dorm room on campus. The queen of her domain, wherever she happened to be.

"Lexy, my dear. You look like a girl who...SO does not need to get more high than you already are!", she said through a hysterical laugh, raising her arms for a hug before leading me into her living room, where the curtains were pulled and the TV was showing Judge Judy give stern lecture to some mouth-breathing slob. I rber watching this show in college- for some reason, the higher I was, the more I rooted for Judge Judy to really let them have it. Geneva caught me up on a few others, some of which were still around, others who'd dropped out and disappeared from view.

"Aaaaanyway, it's great to see you again, girlie. You want to go to Smoothie King? Let me just find my flip-flops..."

She had seen me through my first college fling, which actually amounted to cheating on my high school boyfriend back in California, and over the next several months we partied together and looked after one another. Guy after guy, and one drug-and-booze binge after another, the two of us always found a way toward the end of the weekend to share our story and a laugh, ready to go for it again after a good sleep. The fact that she's easily the smartest person I know accounts for the fact that she can drink and use daily, yet maintain scholarship grades just by showing up to class when she can make it and cramming for tests when she can't. I was never that lucky, and it was a sad but inevitable day when I left her alone in our room for good. But this was like a homecoming, and I knew she was happy to see me somewhere beyond Facebook and the occasional email.

Befitting her intelligence, she sensed that I was after something else besides just her companionship.

"So," she said, leaning forward with a smile, "what lies next in store for the you, Lexy? Want to see if Steve's around? It's hot out, the pool is probably empty on a Wednesday, and we both know he'd like to see you, plus I could use some sun, if not his dick....or did you have something else in mind? Talk to me, girl!"

"Well, I was just wondering," I started before leaning closer in and dialing it down to a whisper. "Is Jackie still a reliable man, or is there a new friend that I should be introduced to?" I was asking her where she was getting her coke these days, and I could tell by her face that there was a story attached to her answer, so we left and drove across town while she explained all that had changed since I left school, and I told her all about what had happened to me, and where I wanted to go from here.

All of the old suppliers to UNLV had gotten busted by Metro police over the past year, so the horde of college students, young graduates, and hangers-on were left scrambling for new sources. People like Geneva, armed with a trust fund that was never ending and the smarts to find what she wants, eventually was led to a neighborhood in North Las Vegas- not a very nice one- where a local kingpin named Gerard was pouring a steady stream of high-quality South American powder into the willing streets of Las Vegas.



"Listen, at the very least it's a way to earn some extra dough, and what the fuck else are you going to do, hope some high-rolling Bud Light drinker is going to start over-tipping you? Make it happen, if only to get you back on your feet for now. We'll talk to him, and if you don't want to do it, no worries."



Geneva herself supplied to at least a dozen friends, a few of which supply to their own group of customers, which allowed her extra money to use her own shit without touching the trust fund. To hear her tell it, Gerard trusted her as much as anyone he supplied to. As we parked and approached the house, two African-American men stood to greet us before we could get to the door.




"Brick, Marcus, what's up, my brothas!", she said with a smile, sharing loose, friendly handshakes with both. "This is my girl Lexy, she might be coming around every now and then, cool?"

"Hey if she cool, we cool", said one of them, giving me the once, twice, then three times over. "And damn...you look cool to me. What's up, shorty?"

I smiled in return, leering right back at him, who had a little too much meat on him to be a cokehead himself. Always a good sign in a dealer- clean footsoldiers.

"Down, Brick, lay your game on your own time- is G-man here?", asked Geneva, already walking us through the front door.

"Yeah, he around. Hang on-", he said, "Shawna! Tell Gerard that Geneva's here, and she brought a new friend!"

A shapely young African-American woman rounded the corner into view and sighed as she climbed the stairs. A few moments later, Gerard came down the stairs and smirked as he saw my friend waiting.

"Ms. Saunders, how it do?", he asked in a deep bass voice, reaching his left arm out for an informal hug. Gerard was downright scary looking, which I suppose is fitting for a drug dealer. He stood no less than 6'5" with some bulk on him, and thick dreadlocks hung down below his shoulder blades and forward down over his chest. His skin was almost coal black, and his eyes were the kind that appeared capable of peering into your soul and reading your darkest fears in the course of a few seconds.

I was introduced, and we were led into his 'office', which was really much more of a master bedroom with a desk against a wall. Geneva and I sat on the bed, while she explained that I was interested in opening up a little bit of new business for him. She did all the talking, about my soon to be ex customers and co-workers at the bar, people in the apartment complex, and a few friends. What made me think I could suddenly and successfully sell cocaine to the everyday people I knew was beyond me, but it seemed exciting, new, deliciously naughty, and apart from the life of Cassius by day and shitty, low-paying waitressing by night.

"That's all run by Mexicans and the Asians down that end of town", he said. "especially south of the 95 where you are."

"But", he continued, "If all goes well, I might have just found my perfect little wolf in sexy mama clothing to get my inroads. I think we can do this." 

He had Shawna bring out a bag of cocaine wrapped in a clear bag dropped it into a brown paper sack, and told me how much cash he expected me to return to him within three day's time. If I couldn't sell it all or decided to change my mind, he said to come see him, and we could find a way to go separate ways again.

"Call this your trial run. We'll see if you really got the contacts that you two say you do. I think you're gonna do damn good though, shorty. And make some money for yourself too."

I walked out of Gerard's place with more coke than I'd ever had in my life combined, brimming with bulletproof optimism, and itching to christen it with a little taste for myself. Another half hour through shift-change traffic, and we were back in her apartment where she treated me to a shot of Patron tequila and a shiny clean bar top to survey my product.

"Honey, I know just what to do to get you kicked off just right", she said, sipping on a Corona bottle while she watched me slowly untie the baggie and pour a little out into a dish.

"We'll have a little party, nothing but fratboys and athletes, the only reliable college kids with cash...they all know what the score is with me anyway." She continued, "Make some baggies, set some lines, you can knock through that first load in no time. I rber what it was like to be the girl scout who wasn't worth a damn at selling the cookies, don't you? Well, we're going to sell some cookies tonight, sis!"

I asked for another shot of Patron as I hovered over a line with a rolled up dollar bill and sucked it down, holding my nose as I popped up, smiling at Geneva.

"I've really missed you", I finally said after clearing my throat.

I woke up in a pool of my own sweat in the dead of night- the digital clock nearby told me it was 4:36AM. I was wearing clothes that I didn't rber wearing before, but I rbered lots of other things from the night before. I saw lots of people that I recognized from my year on campus, but met tons more. I explained my business plan to a nice guy who came with a handful of his football teammates, telling him I'd be happy to sell him whatever he needed, whenever he needed it. He kept laughing at me, but I loved him for it. He convinced me to take a short business break at one point in the evening, and me and my precious baggies joined him in Geneva's spare bedroom for a little fun.

I didn't want it slow, and I didn't want him to blow me away with his wonderful foreplay....I wanted to get fucked, and he had no problem with that. I listened as Geneva called out for me, only to be told by...fuck, what WAS his name?...anyway, his buddies, that we'd gone to the bedroom. She laughed and teased me from outside the door as he slammed into me from behind. I can still feel the sensation of his hot semen splashing up my lower back after pulling out and ripping off the condom. To celebrate our little tension-reliever, we did a line together, my treat. Such a nice guy, easy going- I hope I wrote down his number.

But right now I had more pressing matters- my heart was beating way too fast and I couldn't keep my eyes from rolling back on their own. "Think, Lexy! What the fuck happened after that?"

I did another line a little while after that, after my football playing fuck buddy departed, and did a couple more shots with an old friend...or maybe I just met her last night. We did a line together too, and then Steve came by and gave me some business too. How much did I actually sell? All of it, minus what I snorted?

Steve and I snorted a little too, had to give him a taste, and then did we go to bed together? Did we fuck? I don't think we did, but I wanted to. I rber being naked with Geneva and we were laughing like hyenas. I rber doing more coke with her, the last little bit after Geneva held me close and told me that we'd sold it all the first night but I was too manic to really pay attention to what she said. I rber thinking I'd done too much, and not being sure whether to run around the block or lay down, but I was prepared to do either one naked. I don't rber getting dressed, but somehow I did, in somebody's clothes.

I'd had way too much cocaine. That was the problem. I couldn't stop shaking or sweating, but I wasn't hot. Maybe that was the problem. My heart felt like it was going to burst when I stood, and I had to let the room spin for a moment before walking. A hot bath sounded good, but again my eyes were rolling back, fuck! I was going to drown if I didn't pull my ass out of this water! A cold shower only make me frantic and scared, and so I stumbled back to bed, only it was a different bed this time. Geneva was in it with someone else. I'd have to crawl into the side, I didn't have it in me to try to find my own bed. I couldn't do anything but try to keep breathing, even though I never felt like I was getting enough air.

Don't panic.

Shaking. Heart about to explode. Maybe I should call 911.

Heart still pounding, a mile a minute. Eyes rolling back, this might be it...is this really it?

Can't fight it.

---

"Lexy, shit, wake up! You're bleeding!"

I barely stirred when she shook me from side to side. My heart was so tired, and even the dimmed sunlight that made it's way through her sheer curtains were like blinding beams on my eyes.

"Fuck, she's bleeding from her nose, go get me a washcloth, Ben!"

Another hour later, I was awake and deemed unlikely to die, Geneva having successfully talked her impromptu overnight guest out of scooping me up and taking me to the ER. He said his goodbyes, leaving us two former roommates alone together again. She gave me some water, fed me a couple of ambien pills and told me to sleep it off while she went out to class and to run some errands. She left me a key and told me I was welcome to stay as long as I wanted, that I was an angel that she was glad had fluttered back into her life.

"Just lock up if you leave okay, sis? Both locks."

She always called me 'sis' when we lived together; old routines again, coming back like comfortable shoes. I nodded and crawled back into bed, sleeping the hot Las Vegas afternoon away in the comfort of my friend's bed, away from all who had betrayed me. Away from my old life. 



---



I woke up a few times to drink water and use the bathroom, but didn't get up and around until about a day later. I sat up, dehydrated and frantic, though this time it had nothing to do with the excess yayo in my system. "Where the fuck is the money from the coke?"

I ran into the bar area, staggering from weakness, to where I had set up shop two days before. Drawers were yanked open and slammed one by one. "Where was it?" I opened a cabinet door below, throwing its contents out on the ground until I found something that released the air in my lungs in euphoric relief.

The bag. I looked inside to find a note.

YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SELL THE SHIT, NOT GET HIGH AS FUCK ON IT AND PASS OUT! DON'T WORRY I TOOK CARE OF IT FOR YOU. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITHOUT ME, SIS?

XOXO GEN

There was the cash, thank god, a mix of hundreds and twenties. I fingered through it, counting quickly.

There should be more. Where was the rest of the cash?!? In my jeans was another roll of twenties and a two hundies. Still short.

Maybe there was more in my wallet....where was my wallet?

In the overnight bag I left in Cassius' bedroom, along with my handgun, that's where.

"It's okay", I thought. "No problem, just call Marcellus or Armando and have them meet you at the front door with your bag."

The bad news is I was about a thousand dollars short of what I would owe Gerard in about....a day? Fuck.

The good news was that I had about that much in my wallet. I could pay Gerard, tell a white lie when he asks me if I made some money for myself, and start fresh again with a new supply. My phone was dead, but when I plugged it in I had 16 messages, and wasn't the slightest bit interested in hearing any of them. Cassius wanting to talk, Cai wondering what the fuck happened with my room, the window, and maybe her missing coke supply, and of course my manager at the bar, wondering why I no-showed two nights in a row.

"Poor bastard's probably worried about me, thinking to himself that it's not like me", I thought. "Heh, working stiffs."

Still, I felt a twinge of guilt about it as I looked out the window at the glow of the hotel neon lights against the sky. Johnny had always been good to me, he didn't deserve this. I would have to stop by and tell him that I'd been sick, which was true. Either way, though, I'd have to do it another night. Tonight, I needed my shit back from Cassius.

"Marcellus? It's Lexy."

"Oh...hey Lexy. You okay? I heard about what happened. Shit, that sucks, I don't know-"

"Don't worry about it", I said. "Listen, is Cassius there right now?

"No, no, he and my dad went to LA for something, won't be back until Saturday. I know he tried to call you."

"Fuck that, Mar...I have nothing to say to the guy. Look the reason I call is, I left my bag there, it has all kinds of important shit in it, so I need to stop by and get it, okay?"

"Yeah, we saw that, it's right here. When you coming?

"An hour and a half, see you there. Bye." No time to waste, time to get my things and get on with life. If all went well, I might even stop by the bar to apologize to Johnny. Oh, and quit too. Beyond that? I'd catch up with Geneva, wherever the wind has blown her by the time I come free. And then the next day, I'd go see Gerard and take this to the next level. I ate, showered, helped myself to Geneva's makeup stockpile, and ventured outside for the first time in more than two days.

First I had to stop at my apartment and change my clothes; jeans, slippers, and a blouse, all from two days ago, weren't making me feel very empowered (or clean, even after bathing). The place was dark and empty; a white sheet of paper folded up on the kitchen counter top was all that appeared out of order in the front room. I unfolded it:

LEXY,

ARE YOU OKAY? WHERE ARE YOU? WTF HAPPENED IN YOUR ROOM? THEY ARE GOING TO CHARGE US FOR THE WINDOW!

CALL ME ON MY CELL IF YOU SEE THIS!

CAI

"I really did leave this a fucking mess, didn't I?" I stepped over a pile of items that formerly occupied the surface of my desk and opened my closet. Luckily, the new leaf I was turning was easily accommodated by the wardrobe I already had- my favorite black, strapless mini dress would be just perfect, no bra, black thong, and matching heels. I went into Cai's room, rifled briefly through her stuff to see if she had anymore coke stashed away (negative), then grabed the half-empty packet of Marlboro Lights and a lighter on my way out the door. I would deal with all this bullshit later- now, it was time to get the business of my life off the ground.



The night air washed over me as I made my way across the city, windows down, aglow in the streetlights and signs. I smiled, feeling the wind in my hair, and my mood lifting by the minute. Pulling up alongside the house, I saw that Marcellus and Armando's bikes were parked out front, and the lights were on. I lit a cigarette as I opened the door, taking a long drag as I stood up in the street. Tufts of smoke drifted out from between my lips and caught the breeze. I felt powerful, calm, and protected from all the hurt that this place represented now.

"And what a beautiful fucking night", I thought to myself, taking another drag, watching the end glow a suddenly brilliant orange. "It's all different now- all business, and that whole mess is behind me. I'll go up there, get my bag, and be on my way. Not only that, but with my head held high and looking- hell, being- as fucking sexy as I've ever been."

With that, I threw the cigarette down, bringing the pointed toe of my pump down on it and grinding it into the pavement. I strode to the door, fixing it with the hottest glare I could conjure as I took a breath, then knocked.

Armando answered, wearing an under-armor shirt and shorts.

"I see you're all dressed up for a night on the town, Armando, which club is the lucky one tonight?"

He turned and chuckled, but looked quickly back my direction. "Just doing a little lifting, Lexy. Sorry I'm not all fuckin' dressed up like you. So where the fuck are you headed?"

Of the two brothers, Marcellus was the one who really connected with me. Armando was always a little more guarded and never felt like he owed me much respect, even if he was never overtly rude to me. He never watched his language, either. But fuck it, neither did I, so who was I to complain?

"Lots of places, babe. I'll only be a minute. You guys have my bag?", I asked as I stepped past him into the living room.

"Here it is- and damn, Lexy, aren't you something!" Marcellus walked into the room behind me, hair still wet from the shower, and a towel covering his waist down to the knees. I smirked at him over my shoulder, but whipped around when I saw my bag.

"Oh Marcellus, thank you thank you. Let me just check this out real quick and I'll be out of here." I unzipped it and rifled through, looking for my wallet.

"Ay, mami, you think we rifled through your shit, eh?", Armando teased me as I dug through the clothing with my right hand.

"Ah, the wallet," I sighed as I clutched it in my hand before ripping it open to check the contents. Empty.

I felt a wave of nausea roll through my body, and I sat on the couch to take another look, first in the wallet and then through my bag. Still no money, nowhere in any of my stuff. I couldn't even think about the specific consequences of coming up short with Gerard- all I knew is that I suddenly found myself in one hell of a jam. My voice was far more frantic than I wanted it to be when it came out.

"Guys, I had over a thousand dollars in here, where the fuck did it go?"

Both brothers just looked blankly at each other, almost amused, before looking back at me. Marcellus lifted up his hands, palms out.

"I didn't so much as fuckin' open the bag, Lexy, so..." I looked at Armando, who shrugged casually.

"I don't know either, Lexy. Never saw any money."

Cassius took it. He knew it was over, and he took it because he could. Fucking bastard! What was I going to do now?

"Think Lexy, be strong. Think your way out of this!" And just like that, my face lit up- I knew just the right way out of this.

"Well here's the fucking deal, cabrones.", I said, pacing slowly past them for effect before turning around to face them again. "Cassius, your brother. Your cheating, lying brother, has stolen from me. A lot of fucking money, money that I need. Money that's mine!" I stared into Armando's eyes, meeting a chillingly steely gaze in return. I darted my eyes over to Marcellus, whose eyes were focused considerably lower down my body.

"Now I know you guys won't just give me your money because this isn't about you, it's about your fucking brother. But I'm not walking out of here without something of fucking value, and luckily I know just the way for us all to walk away from this little situation with what we need."

Marcellus, sensing a grave situation, sat death with a heavy sigh, his towel barely draping low enough to hide what rested between his legs. Even in the midst of crisis, I couldn't help but try to steal a glance.

"He lied for weeks and weeks, and made you lie too, but I know the truth, guys. I know he's a fucking dealer, and I know he keeps at least some of his shit here, so let's drop the pretend game right here and now. The way I see it, he owes me money, and I'm prepared to take it in cocaine. Now, how does that sit with you, Marcellus?"

He fumbled for words, looking at Armando then down at my shoes, unable to look me in the eye. He said that whatever happened it was between Cassius and I and they couldn't get involved. He reminded me that his would be back on Saturday and that he would want to talk to me anyway.

"Can't do it, Mar," I said flatly, standing my ground. "You two both know that you could give me five 8-balls, that would get us square, and he would never know it was gone. I saw how he tends that shit, all in one fucking bag. You fools have a scale, let's do it.

"It's what's right." I concluded, again locking eyes with Armando, the likely dissenter of the two. His eyes cut away. "Yes, I've got him! Move in for the kill!"

"Besides," I continued, "smiling devilishly at one, then the other. "We could have a little fun with it too, big brother being gone and all....or would you rather fucking lift weights in your dining room all night?

"Hmm?"

I cocked my hip and rested a hand on it, just waiting on the effects of my persuasion to take effect.

"Well..." Marcellus started in, standing up and ambling toward me. "We might be able to work something out, have a little fun....what do you think, hermano (brother)?"

Armando approached me from the other side. I could feel him looking at me, but I stayed focused on Marcellus.




"Hey why not? As long as Cassius don't find out I don't give a fuck," he said from behind me, only a step away from my back now.

"No hell no! He can't fuckin' know about it! Tell you what, mami, we'll have some fun up front and make sure you leave with enough to get you even after that. How's that hit you, baby?"

His hand reached up to touch my hair, tucking one side of it behind my ear, then brushing my cheek as he drew it back. A chill ran up my back, suddenly realizing what kind of fun they were talking about. The testosterone was filling the space where I stood and both brothers were eyeing me, edging closer to me as the seconds passed- or maybe it only seemed that way. A sweat broke out on my back as I struggled to think.

"Lexy, you'll be even. You'll get your coke, you'll sell it, you'll be okay. They'll even do some with you afterward....and don't you want to get this fucker back, anyway? What better way than to fuck his brothers behind his back? You want to succeed in a tough world, you gotta be a tough bitch, Lexy. What's it gonna be?" There was no question to ponder, the alternative was unthinkable; it was business time.

No sooner than I touched Marcellus' face and pulled him down for a kiss, I felt myself sandwiched between the two muscular male bodies four hands pressing into my sides as the two torsos squeezed mine between them. Clearly, neither had any more qualms about what they were about to partake in: the forbidden flower of their own brother's girl. Marcellus and Armando, like their brother whom I loved so deeply, spent a lot of time weightlifting, and now I could feel their chiseled torsos against me, their breath becoming heavier by the moment. Marcellus lifted me up, wrapping his arms under me as I kissed him, our tongues twisting as my hands and legs clung to his back. Armando was kissing my neck and snaking his hands in front of me, caressing my body from outside my dress. My ass was barely covered by my dress even when I stood, and now that I was lifted up, I could feel the cool air against my cheeks, only the ribon of thong material down the center protecting me from total nakedness below.

Armando was working on pulling the front of my dress down when Marcellus turned us around and headed down the hallway to his room. I hit the bed, and my mental hold on the situation broke down. I saw both big men approach me, Marcellus' towel was gone and he was every bit as endowed as his brother, his monster showing definite signs of life, reddening and straightening as he crawled toward me. Armando was quickly undressing as well, removing his shorts, and revealed a similar gift for girth.

"Goddamn, I'm in trouble!" I thought, panicking. A normal, healthy instinct for a small girl being cornered by two huge horny males. In this case, though, it was equal parts arousal, fear, and reason. "Get your revenge, get your drugs, and go, Lexy!"

Armando turned me over and unzipped my dress, then effortlessly lifted my body to pull it off of me. Marcellus was between my legs, burying his mouth over my mound in one motion, forcing his tongue into my slit.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled aloud in reaction to the flash of sensation from his aggressive oral sex. Armando was equally rough on my tits, squeezing and sucking, pulling and pinching, showing a lustful lack of mercy while he rubed his cock against my naked hip, his own hips starting that natural rhythm already. I considered asking them to stick to oral sex, that I'd be glad to get them both off, that taking them both like this just might be too much. The fear overcame the arousal, and my breathing shortened into a panic attack. Marcellus' mouth was tightly clamped onto my pussy and I was trying to sit up, my abs tightening but no match for Mar's hands holding me, controlling me while he had his way. After a few minutes, he finally released his grip on me and sat up, wiping his mouth.

"Damn, bro, come get some of this. Now I know what he was going on about, she's like a fucking sweet dessert down there, fuck!" Marcellus got up and walked away and Armando pressed a hand into my chest, squishing a breast as he leaned over me, and stuck a finger into my hole. One finger, then two fingers, sliding them in and out quickly, and now Marcellus was back with condoms in his hand. My fear spiked again, and I had to say something.

"No....no, I", I stammered, trying to talk in between hyperventilations. "Let's stick to oral, I'll give you both a like you've never had before." I was desperate. I needed their help, but when my body senses danger, I have to heed the warning.

"It better be really good fuckin' oral!" said Armando, in a sing-song reply.

"Oh don't you worry, baby, you won't know what hit you", I said, sitting up and leaning back toward him. I took his thick meat in my hand, noticing only the differences between him and his cheating, lying brother. He probably wasn't as long, but was every bit as thick. My mouth filled with saliva upon the taste of salt as I licked his head for the first time. My tongue swirled around the swollen glans, then down the side and back up, covering his cock with my thick stringy saliva. My hands stroked him, my mouth sucked him, and my eyes make contact with his- my best frightened schoolgirl look, the better to excite him and the sooner to get him off. I looked back down focusing on one mission, to stroke and lick this brown swollen monster to completion. Armando groaned, a low bass vibration that I could feel even through his shaft.

A vibration of my own joined his when I felt Marcellus' hands roughly separate my ass cheeks, pulling my thong to the side, and sending his tongue probing between my puffy, moist labia. At first just his tongue, then his tongue and a finger, then both plus the rough pressure of his thumb on my tiny clit. I felt my ass shake as his face roughly buried itself in my pussy, the faint stuble on his cheeks tickling my inner thighs just enough to enhance the already intense buzz in my lower body.

My spit got thicker and thicker, now mixing with his salty pre-cum as my speed got faster and faster. I set into a rhythm and worked it harder and more intensely, fondling his big nuts with one hand while I stroked with the other. His reddened cock throbed against my tongue and within my fist, as if it were gasping for a breath that my mouth wasn't allowing it to draw in. I felt it build, my legs beginning to shake and an intense pressure building in my hips, then releasing suddenly. I couldn't breathe, My mouth released Armando's penis and my chin dug into his belly. I was cumming hard, and lay prostrate over Armando's lap as Marcellus continued his hard assault on my pussy with his fingers and face.

As I found my breath, only to squeal and shake, I felt Marcellus release me and the mattress spring up again as his weight disappeared. I knew I could get Armando off soon the way I was now pounding my fist up and down along his shaft, moaning from the pure arousal of watching his beast appear and disappear around my petite fist.

Marcellus' finger was back inside me, then back out, wiping my juices on the surrounding skin, sending tingles throughout my body. Then I felt a much bigger, much warmer mass rubing up and down against my opening. I gasped, preparing to protest when he pushed forward, lodging it just inside me. I threw my head back, howling at the shock of the intrusion, only to feel Marcellus grip my hips and push forward, sinking his mass even deeper into me.

"Oh fuck!" He groaned from behind me. "This is some tight fuckin' pussy!"

I felt him withdraw, my walls releasing him and contracting, only to give way helplessly again, breaking me out in a fresh sweat of distress. I arched my back, my body desperately trying to negotiate this invasion as comfortably as possible from behind, but my partner would exercise no mercy in return, plowing roughly into me, pulling out, then quickly in again. The crotch of my thong was continually being pulled to the side, only to slide back to the center, rubing against by my labia and his shaft. I felt a tight twinge then heard a snap as Marcellus yanked them until the waistband broke, then tossed them to the side. Free of any further nuisance, he gripped my hips, pulled me up, and fucked me as hard as I've even been in my entire life. The room shook, my eyes were unable to bring anything into focus, everything between my legs spasmed, and I roared with an animalistic cry that was nothing more than my body coping with this fuck in any way that it could.

"Goddamn bro, I can't get this bitch to suck worth a damn with you fuckin' her like that! Slow the fuck down, enjoy that shit!" It was true, I could do nothing more than hang onto his shaft with one hand for stability while Marcellus rutted me mercilessly from behind. My other hand was trying in vain to grip a sheet that had been long pulled from it's edges; my fingertips scraped across the vinyl covering of his mattress instead. My pumps clung stubornly to my feet, though I suddenly had the desperate urge to kick them off, anything to give my body even one more ounce of relief. His knees kicked my legs too far apart though, and the thunderous assault on my body precluded any coordinated action on my part.

"Oh I'm enjoying it, don't you worry about that shit!", he said between his own heavy breathing. "I.....", his words stopped and a loud groan took over, slowing his thrusts and reaching his hands further up my body, his thumbs pressing into my ribs as they slid back.

"Oh shit...shit...." Marcellus reached under me and flipped me onto my back. Pulling off the condom as he lurched forward, he pointed his bulbous head at my face and stroked, shuddering as a hot stream of cum hit my cheek, then another on my mouth, and more on my neck and breasts, until finally he moaned and sat back on the bed, resting as his cock started to soften in his hand.

I always enjoyed swallowing Cassius' cum, but with his brother's load all over me and draped across my mouth, I was frozen, unsure of what to do. Finally I grabed the loose sheet and wiped off, not bothering with anything but the thick rope laid across my face.

I laid back on the bed, closing my eyes, catching my breath, gaining my bearings, and completely unprepared for Armando to mount me and sink his thick penis inside of me in one stroke.

"Aaaghh!" I screamed, pressing my hands into his muscular, tattooed chest, trying in vain to force him back out of me. My breath was gone and wasn't coming back, and it felt like he was splitting me in two from the crotch upward. I cried out, tears brimming at the edges, legs curled inward against his thick torso as he plowed deeply into me with strokes that sent him from halfway sunken to buried balls-deep. He was dominating me in every way, holding my arms against the mattress, wedging my legs apart, and pinning my body under his. I begged him to slow down, and finally he did, lowering his face to mine and releasing my harms. Knowing I had no further choice in the matter, the sick part of me that loved being used reared its head. At least now, it was taking over with some purpose.

I wrapped my arms around his back and finally kicked my heels off, digging my feet into the sides of his ass, tilting my hips into a better angle and then started to roll them into his thrusts, sending the veiny ridges of his shaft against my g-spot and the hard plate of his pelvic bone against my clit. My body was really not made for a girth like this, but I knew I was ok if I could move my body with his. My hands rubed his head as his thrusts picked up again, this time sending me hurtling toward the edge as his head sawed past my g-spot over and over.

"Oh fucking god, you're so big...you're gonna make me fucking cum!" and in another moment my toes curled in, bare heels digging into his legs as my pussy spasmed violently against him. He was sweating and panting, snorting and shaking. I knew he was close, yet I could neither breath or speak as my orgasm took total control of my body.

"Goddamn girl, I gotta know what my brother gets...I gotta know!!" and then he pulled out, ripped the condom off of his shaft, and plunged his bare engorged cock back inside me. I gasped, eyes open wide with surprise horror. Armando pumped a few more times then pressed all the way in, making a loud smack as our skin collided. His body shuddered, and I felt him swell and pulse inside me as his hips bucked and spasmed.

"Oh shit...oh fuck...." he said through a low moan, holding himself lodged deep inside me as he filled my sore pussy with his sperm. "Sorry, bitch...I just had to know." I looked into his eyes and saw an unmistakeable look of contempt and dominance as he wiped his brow and got up, his thick cock hanging stiffly between his legs as he exited the room.

I wanted to curse him out for such a degrading act, to reach for my shoe and throw it at his head, but I could muster no such energy or coordination. My legs were like jello and my head was lost in an exhausted haze. It was all I could do to breathe normally and rber where I was and why I was there.

Oh yeah...the drugs. I sat up, immediately feeling the thick goo start to emerge from my slick, reddened hole.

"Block it out, Lexy, everything else is bullshit. Talk to Marcellus, get your shit ,and get out of there, your work is done, you did what you had to do."

"That was fuckin' great, mami...that's what I call a good time", said Marcellus, who in the meantime had found a pair of shorts to put on and was now reminiscing fondly with a girl who was in no mood to reminisce about getting pounded mercilessly. It was back to business now.

"Whatever you say, Mar...listen, let's just weigh out some coke and I'll get out of your hair, ok?" He was staring blankly back at me, then turned away as I held my stare. "We can do a couple of lines if you want, too- but lets at least get it all separated and bagged. Time is money, you understand", I said, forcing a smile. Marcellus wasn't smiling.

"You're fucking serious, aren't you?"

"Serious about what?", I asked, my heart fluttering in pre-panic.

"Armando, get your ass back in here!" he shouted down the hall before turning back to me. "You really think I can cut out a thousand dollars in coke and Cassius wouldn't find out about it?"

"We had a deal, Mar, you agreed and so did your brother, now give me what's mine!" I could feel my face flush with anger as I realized what was happening. Just then, Armando rounded the corner.

"We can't give you fucking drugs, you stupid bitch! I can't believe you really fell for that shit! Come on, trick! Please! Hahahaha!"

I stood frozen in disbelief as Cassius' bastard little brother ridiculed me and Marcellus stood by chuckling with him. I was less than 20 feet from Cassius' room, I could just take what was mine and be gone. But these bastards were going to stonewall me!

"Look, you little coke fiend, you can be pissed at Cassius if you want, I guess you should be, fuck it...but I'm not giving you a grand worth of shit that you're just going to put up your own nose anyway. We had our fun, you're a fun little piece of ass- I can see why my brother liked having you around- but it's time for you to take your little fuckin' overnight bag and hit the road, bitch."

That was it, that did it. I saw red and suddenly flew into uncontrolled rage. I rber lunging at Marcellus swinging both fists, but can't clearly rber anything else until they were holding me down on the floor, screaming obscenities at me while I cried hysterically.

"Calm the fuck down, girl, damn!", I heard an exasperated Armando say from above, holding my arms down. "You're going to stand up and walk out of here, and you're never coming back, you understand us? Say yes or we'll hold your ass here all night, and we won't be having your kind of fun, neither!"

I was defeated. It was time to go away and regroup. Fighting the tears that kept coming, I nodded my head and they let me go. As I sat down in my car, I felt the burning between my legs from the workout I'd gotten earlier, and saw my bag, open with contents scrambled, taunting me for a plan gone horribly wrong. As I drove away, I heard one of them yell from behind.

"You forgot your shoes, bitch!", and I heard two thuds as my black pumps hit the car. I didn't stop to pick them up- it was time, once again, to leave that terrible place behind.

I drove past my apartment, wanting to stop in, especially when I saw the lights on- Cai was home- but I couldn't bear to deal with anything else that was crashing down around me. I'd taken enough of a beating for one night. I could feel Armando's seed continuing to drip out, sinking into the upholstery of my car seat. It was also caked across my chest, flaking away as I rubed it.

I stopped at Flamingo and Las Vegas Boulevard, the busiest intersection in town, and waited through the five-minute red light. I saw families with their children, drinks and trinkets and gifts in tow. I saw happy couples toting drinks in take-out cups, and gaggles of young adults in their best club wear, looking forward to a night of dancing and whatever else the night may bring. I rbered how excited I'd been to move here as an eighteen year old: before the drugs, and the dropping out, and the endless string of guys, and more drugs, and a crappy job. All of that optimism was gone now as my spinning mind tried to think of a way, any way, to get myself out of this giant mess I'd made.

The phone rang, but I dreaded to look at it. The light turned green, and the phone beeped again. Text message.

Before I even read it, I knew what I had to do next.

"Find a way out, Lexy. You're down, so use your claws to get back up. Stay in the game. Make them all pay."

I managed a tight smile, and drove eastward toward Geneva's place.



...TO BE CONTINUED...




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