The Retirees Club (02)
I agreed to try out the men’s play group
I agreed to try out the men’s play group
Well after a long hiatus, here is my second attempt at erotic writing! Hope you enjoy, and please give me feed back! Mwazzzz
Tara will do anything to keep her kushy lifestyle… even if she is blackmailed by her neighbour for sexual favors.
Schoolteacher from China captures English student
MY HISTORY TEACHER
I’m sitting in my history class, listening to Mr. Markusen droning on about events leading up to the Civil War. It’s my first year here at the Clark School for Girls, a private school my parents sent me to, probably to keep me out of trouble. My name is Lori Travers, and I’m 14. I always sit in the front row in history class, because…well, because Mr. Markusen is bar none the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s tall and tan and well-built, with an unruly shock of curly brown hair, and the deepest, most probing brown eyes in the world. All the girls are madly in love with him. They talk about fucking him every night in the dorm. I don’t know that much about sex, being a virgin, and I don’t understand everything the older girls say, but I know one thing: Mr. Markusen can have me any time he wants me. I’ll bet he could teach me about a lot of things besides history.
“Now girls, what legislation, passed in 1820, had a direct bearing on the lead-up to the Civil War? Anyone?”
Melanie Thompson raises her hand, and Mr. Markusen calls on her. “The Missouri Compromise?”
“That’s correct, Melanie,” he says, smiling.
Melanie beams back at him, basking in his approval. Melanie’s got the biggest boobs in our class, always straining against her white starched shirt. We all have to wear them, along with our pleated plaid skirts, white sox and tennis shoes. But we don’t all look like she does.
Mr. Markusen continues, boring us all to death. “The Missouri Compromise was an agreement between anti-slavery and pro-slavery factions in Congress, which determined which territories in the west would enter the union as slave states…”
There’s a game I play sometimes with him, trying to attract his attention. I like to see if I can kind of throw him off. At the moment, I’m sucking on the end of my pencil, my lips forming a tight little “O” around it. He glances over at me, and his eyes meet mine for a moment. I release the pencil, and sneak the tip of my tongue out to touch the end of it. I see his eyes widen just a little bit…I know he’s looking at my mouth. Maybe he’s thinking of my tongue caressing his cock. I hope he is.
I’m not really as pretty as some of the other girls. At least, I don’t think I am. I mean, I have braces, and I have to wear these clunky glasses, because my dad won’t spring for contact lenses. My dark hair is usually in a pony tail, or parted in the middle with two braids, like today. My breasts aren’t very big, at least not yet, but at least they’re firm, with little perky nipples. I guess I’m sort of cute, but not really sexy like Melanie. But still, Mr. Markusen seems to like me, and I like to tease him.
Slowly, as casually as I can, I part my legs, allowing him a glimpse of my white panties. His eyes linger for a moment, then look away quickly. I wonder what it’s like to be him, surrounded by a bevy of teenage girls, most of whom would love to fuck his brains out. I know Melanie would — she never stops talking about it. And he’s single, too. He must live near the campus, because I see him walking to and from class all the time.
My mind begins to wander. Most of my daydreams are about sex, and the talk in the dorm at night gives me lots to think about. I find myself staring at Mr. Markusen, wondering what his cock is like. Is it big? What would it feel like to have it in my mouth, or in my virginal pussy. Or even in my tight little ass. I’ve heard the girls talk about that, and a few of them say they’ve actually done it. The idea scares me, though.
Just the thought of being fucked in so many different ways makes me wet, and I squirm in my seat. I can feel my panties clinging to my pussy lips, rubbing against my little clit. God, I want him so bad! Without thinking, my hand slips downward, and before I even realize what I’m doing, I press the tip of my finger against my clit, through my panties. A powerful jolt of pleasure surges through me, and I moan softly. I look up, hoping that he didn’t see me, or hear me, but he’s back to his lecture. Relieved, I drift back into my daydreams.
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I don’t know what’s come over me. It’s like I can’t stop myself, like I’m outside my body, watching helplessly. Mr. Markusen is still droning on interminably. I see myself rise hesitently to my feet, and walk slowly forward, to where Mr. Markusen is standing in front of the blackboard. He continues to talk, as if he doesn’t even see me. Slowly, I descend to my knees in front of him, my hands rising to the front of his pants. He’s still talking, not even acknowledging my presence. There’s not a sound from my classmates, but I sense all their eyes on me.
Slowly, I ease Mr. Markusen’s zipper down, and then slide my slim hand into the opening. He’s wearing boxer shorts underneath his slacks, and my fingers reach through the gap in them and slide around the shaft of his cock. I can feel the blood pumping into it as it lengthens and thickens, and I ease it out where I can see it. Oh my God, it’s magnficent! Big and thick, perfectly shaped, smooth and sleek, with a flared head that seems to beg to be engulfed in my mouth. It’s sticking straight out now, and my fingertips are on either side of the shaft, caressing it lightly as it seems to reach toward my lips, engorged with blood. I lean forward just a little bit, and extend my tongue, touching it experimentally. I’ve never sucked a cock before, never even seen one, except in pictures some of the girls have. But I know the general idea. My tongue explores the spongy head, tracing all around it, encircling it, fluttering lightly against it. I love it’s texture. Mr. Markusen is still talking to the class, as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening, not stopping even as my lips slide slowly over the head of his cock, taking him into my eager young mouth. He’s so big, I can barely get him into my mouth, and my lips are stretched taut around it. My tongue caresses it in my mouth as I begin to move to and fro. My fingers glide up and down the shaft as I suck on him, getting him all wet with my saliva. I want to see how deep I can take him in my mouth. My lips slide down the thick shaft, until I feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of my thoat. I struggle to take even more of it, almost choking on it, my mouth flooding with wetness. Finally, i’m forced to back off, releasing him from my mouth for a moment as I gasp for air, coughing a little. My fingers close around the base of his dripping cock, stroking him slowly.
His balls are big and tight in their sack as I gently drag them through the opening in his slacks. I’m inexorably drawn to them…I’ve heard that men love to have girls make love to their balls. I want to make Mr. Markusen happy, along with satisfying my own curiousity. I lower my head, lifting his cock, and slowly begin to lick all around his swollen balls, encircling them with my tongue. He’s still calmly talking to the class about the Dred Scott decision or something. I don’t care…I just want to keep doing what I’m doing. Having bathed his balls with my lips and tongue, I gently take one of them into my mouth, suckling on it, teasing the hard orb with my tongue. Releasing it, I capture the other one, ministering to it in turn. I continue this way as the clock on the wall clicks off the minutes, one by one. If it weren’t for that sound, I would think that time was standing still.
At last, I provoke a reaction from Mr. Markusen. He moans softly, reaching down and grabbing the back of my head. His other hand reaches for his aching cock, and he guides it back between my parted lips, sinking it deep into the warm wetness of my mouth. Both of his hands are on my head, holding it steady as he fucks my face with long, slow thrusts of his hips. I’ve never experienced anything so exciting! I find myself wondering if he’s going to come, and what it will taste like. I want to find out, but the idea scares me a little. How much will there be? Will I like it?
Even as he fucks his cock in and out, he’s still calmly lecturing the class. But I sense something happening to him. His thighs are trembling, as if he’s getting weak in the knees. My hand reaches up and begins to caress and fondle his heavy, sopping-wet balls, wanting to coax them into giving up their accumulated semen. I want to make him come.
Suddenly, I hear Mr. Markusen groan out loud, his voice catching in his throat. And then a powerful spurt of his thick come jets into my mouth, flooding it with it’s warmth. Surprised, I back away, releasing his cock from between my lips. A second, even heavier pulse splatters against my lips and cheek. It’s as if I’m watching in slow motion as his cock erupts, sending viscous ropes of come forth to burst against my face! Quickly, he grabs his flourishing cock and stuffs it back into my mouth,and I suck eagerly on it as it continues to spew hot come. I look up into his eyes as his balls empty themselves, my head bobbing slowly, my fingers squeezing his balls to give him as much pleasure as I possibly can.
At last, the furious spurts of semen begin to wane, and it’s all over. I continue to make love to his spent cock, my lips and tongue caressing it, not wanting this to end yet. Finally, I let his come slide slowly down into the back of my throat, and swallow it. I continue to nurse on his flagging cock, licking and sucking and cleaning the semen from it. Mr. Markenson pauses in his lecture and looks down at my face, glistening with his sperm. He reaches down and and gathers a gob of it from my chin, and brings it up to my mouth. I realize what he wants, and I extend my tongue and lick it off.
Evidently Mr. Markusen doesn’t want it to end here, either. He reaches down and closes his fingers around my braids, slowly pulling me upward. I let go of his cock, and rise unsteadily to my feet. He gazes down at me, my face still wet with his come…and then he kneels before me. His hands slide slowly up my slim thighs, up under my skirt, up to my hips. Looking up into my eyes, his fingers grab my panties, and he eases them down, until they’re down around my ankles. I know what he wants me to do…I step out of them, first one foot, then the other. Without a word, he wads them up and stuffs them into one of his pockets. I wonder if he has a whole collection of girls’ panties somewhere.
Without a word, he takes my hand and leads me to his desk. I follow him obediently, wondering what he has in store for me now. Whatever it is, I want it! Gently, he presses me down on his desk, bent forward, so that I’m looking at the class. They’re staring at me, but none of them have said a word or moved the entire time. I know they can see Mr. Markusen’s fresh come on my face. I know they’re all wishing they were me — I can see the envy in their eyes.
I reach out and grab the edge of the desk with my hands as Mr. Markusen kneels behind me. He raises my skirt again, until it’s up around my waist. I can almost feel his gaze on my glistening pussy, those marvelous brown eyes of his. His hands gently enclose the firm cheeks of my ass, and I feel him spread them apart. And then I feel his tongue caressing me…gliding up and down the cleft of my pussy, parting my lips…slithering slowly over my exposed ass, worming against it for a moment, then moving lower and spearing up into my virginal vagina. I gasp with pleasure, my breaths coming short and fast as pleasure slams through my young, eager body. I’m so close to coming!
Mr. Markusen slowly rises to his feet, and positions his cock at the entrance to my pussy, moving it up and down in my wet folds a few times. This is the moment I’ve yearned for for so long! The moment that he tears away the last remnant of my virginity, my girlhood, and makes me a woman at last!
Without a word, he thrusts forward, not viciously, but firmly, and somehow, gently. His cock sinks into me, penetrating me deeply. I don’t know why, but I feel no pain at all, only an intense pleasure, and fulfillment. His cock fills me completely, stretching me deliciously. God, it’s so GOOD!! Better than I ever imagined it would be! His cock is heavenly, as it slowly slides in and out, fucking me. Still gripping the edge of the desk, I squirm against him, working with him. He fucks me slowly, methodically, maintaining the same deliberate pace. And then I hear his voice. Once again, he is speaking to the class, about the Lincoln-Douglas debates, about abolitionists, the ineffectiveness of President Buchanan. It’s as though it was a normal day in class, as if he wasn’t fucking me on his desk right in front of twenty-five teenage girls.
I’m whimpering and moaning as I feel my orgasm welling up from deep within me. I know I’m going to come hard, and I don’t care who sees or hears me! I feel the waves of pleasure building up inside me, I feel the quickening of Mr. Markusen’s pace. He’s jolting me now with each hard thrust, his balls bouncing against my clit. He grabs my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezes them as he thrusts into me relentlessly, driving me higher and higher and higher….and suddenly, I’m COMING, squealing out loud as he slams his cock into me, tears streaming down my flushed face as my shattering climax holds me in it’s exquisite grip! And then I hear Mr. Markusen’s strangled groan, and I feel the warm, heavy pulses of his sperm as they flood my vagina for the first time, flooding it and making it still slipperier for his cock as it moves in and out, slowly now. I savor each spurt of his come inside me, reveling in it’s creamy warmth. I want to keep his cock in my pussy forever.
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“Now, what was the purpose of John Brown’s raid in Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia? Miss……Travers?”
The mention of my name jolts me out of the fog and back into reality, and I look up, blinking. I’m back in my seat, and Mr. Markusen is gazing questioningly at me.
“Ummm…..I’m sorry, Mr. Markusen. I must have been daydreaming. What was the question?”
“That’s because you weren’t paying attention, young lady,” he says sternly. “There’s a test next week, so you’d better not be daydreaming in my class.”
So it was all a dream, I think to myself. Just a very intense dream. And that’s when the bell rings, signalling the end of the period. The kids start gathering up their things.
“All right, class, we’ll continue with John Brown tomorrow,” says Mr. Markusen over the din. “Read Chapter 12 of your text, and answer the questions at the end. Goodbye.”
I stand up slowly, my legs weak, and follow my classmates out the door. I’m outside, feeling the cool Autumn breeze against my skin, when the realization hits me: my panties are gone, and something wet is oozing down my inner thigh! I look around quickly to make sure no one can see, and reach under my skirt, gathering some of the wetness on my finger. Raising my hand, I can see that it’s a thick, slightly off-white fluid. I bring it to my lips and tast it experimentally. It’s my first taste of a man’s come. But how can that be?
I turn back toward the classroom just as Mr. Markusen walks out the door. He pauses and favors me with a friendly smile. Walking over to me, and looking around quickly, then he pulls something from the pocket of his slacks. It’s my panties. “You don’t mind if I keep these, do you, Miss Travers?”
I stare at him, completely bewildered. But I feel myself blushing. “Oh no, Mr. Markusen, I…I…I don’t mind,” I stammer.
He smiles again, and stuffs them back into his pants. “Thank you, Miss Travers. And if you ever want them back…”
He pauses, takes a card out of his pocket, and writes something on it. He hands it to me. “If you ever want them back, there’s my address. It’s very close to campus. I know you’re not supposed to be out of the dorms after lights out…but I know you girls have your ways. I’ll be expecting you. Shall we say….tonight? About ten?” He smiles again, turns and walks away without another word.
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Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a part of SaM’s very exclusive club. The series begins with her first night at the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaM’s Club. The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but each chapter stands more or less on its own. In Chapter nine, Evelyn tells the fifth of ten tales to show her superiority as a true Mistress.
and so son I am now allowed to tell you the family secret…” My father said I wry smile on his face as he stroked his chin in front of me, silence filled the room as he let my excitement grow before his very eyes
… first time, in a dim basement, with an older man.
My wife has me cheer up her widowed mom.
If you haven’t read part 1, you probably want to read it first. Sorry for the delay in posting this second chapter. I meant to write it sooner, but well, life happens. There is more of a slow buildup to this chapter as it helps to further the story along.
I was 5 years old when I first moved in with my aunt and two cousins. My aunt was a 30 year old single mother who was stuck raising my 14 year old cousin Katya and my 1year old baby cousin Katrina. Since my parents were now dead, she had the addition of taking care of me as well.
The house we all lived in was not very big at all. When I first came here I was put into the basement to live. The ground floor had a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and a closet or two. The floor on top of that was a bathroom, my aunt’s room (which she shared with Katrina), and Katya’s room. Living in the basement may sound good to some but I was only 5 and it was a small room. It only had a twin size bed where I slept, a night stand, a small dresser, and a few cobwebs. My only source of light was from a small window.
My first week living here wasn’t that bad I don’t think. I would wake up and go upstairs to have breakfast. My aunt would be sitting on the couch with nothing but a pair of shorts on and little Katrina sucking on one of her nipples.
“What’s auntie doing with Katrina?” I asked.
“She’s feeding her stupid,” said Katrina from behind the refrigerator door. Katya was only wearing a thin white T-shirt that showed her tummy and barely showed her pink nipples underneath. She was also wearing a pair of pink panties. My family always looked like this around the house. I soon learned that I could walk around the house in nothing but my white briefs and it wouldn’t bother anyone.
When school started there was one thing that really stuck out to me: all the black people. Katya had walked me to school and when I first arrived I couldn’t believe how many black people there were. From what I saw, me and Katya were probably the only white kids. Katya walked me up to a group of kids and told me that was my class and she would pick me up after school.
“Hi, my name is Marcel,” said a kid who walked up to me.
“I’m Mikhail,” I told him.
“I never see you around before. You new?”
“Yup.”
“Well anyway,” he said as he looked at some of the other classmates, “welcome to the jungle.”
The bell rang and all the kids started walking into the building. I had no idea what he meant. When school was over Katya picked me up just like she said she would and we started walking the few blocks back home.
“Katya, what’s the jungle?” I asked.
“What kind of stupid question is that,” she said.
“Some kid told me ‘welcome to the jungle’ and I don’t know what it means.”
“Oh,” she said. “He was talking about the neighborhood. Everyone from around here calls this place the jungle because of all the niggers living here.”
“Niggers?” I asked her.
“Yeah. Black people. If you didn’t notice we live around a whole bunch of black people.”
“Oh yeah,” I told her.
When we arrived home auntie was sitting at the kitchen table and was looking at some papers. Her blonde hair was put up in a pony tail. She had a tank top on that looked like it was too small for her; maybe her chest was too big for it? I don’t know. I just know that it liked like it was really tight cause I could almost see through it.
“Oh, home from school?” she said as she looked at us. “Katya, go upstairs and take a bath today. Have Mikhail take one too. You two haven’t bathed in a while and today is a good day to do it.”
“Fine,” said Katya. We both started going upstairs. It wasn’t out of the normal to take showers together in my house because we needed to save money. The less water used the more money we would save. I don’t know what kind of job my aunt had but it wasn’t bringing in too much money and she was very conservative about spending.
Anyway, Katya and I had walked into the upstairs bathroom and closed the door. (There really was no point in closing the door but for some reason we did it anyway). Katya started to unbutton the white, long-sleeve uniform shirt she had to wear for school. She threw it off and started to unbuckle her bra.
“Hurry up and get your stuff off,” she told me.
I started to pull of my white polo shirt and went to unbutton my navy blue pants. I pulled them down and was standing in my underwear and socks. Katya had her bra off and was already done pulling down her plaid skirt and was starting to pull down her panties. I pulled down my underwear and also pulled off my socks. She had her panties down and we were both standing there naked. I always thought it was funny looking between her legs cause she was so furry. The blonde hairs there almost match the blonde hair on her head.
We stepped into the tub and the warm water started filling it up. When the tub was full we both sat down and soaked in the water. We sat across from each other. I was almost fully submerged in the water while everything from her nipples up was visible.
“Alright, time to wash you,” she said. I stood up and faced her. She grabbed the soap and started to lather her hands. Then she started to rub all over my body. She started at my neck and moved down to my smooth chest and onto my stomach. She took more soap and started to go down toward my penis. She took two of her fingers and started rubbing all over it. I started to get hard.
“Haha,” she laughed. “Look at that. You must like the touching huh?” She took her fingers and started rubbing my nuts too. I really liked it. She then pulled the skin on the edge of my pecker back and cleaned the inside. It hurt a bit but at the same time I didn’t mind.
“Turn around,” she told me. I did what I was told. “Bend over” I felt her put two of her fingers between my butt cheeks and spread them. Then she took a different finger and poked it right into my hole.
“Ahh,” I gasped. She kept poking it in further. I told her it hurt but she didn’t stop. She kept going in and out and I could feel myself squeezing her finger to try and keep it out but she kept going. After repeatedly going in and out for a while she stopped.
“That’s how you clean the inside,” she told me. We finished the bath by shampooing our hair, washing herself, and rinsing in clean water. She gave me a towel which I wrapped around myself and went down to my room. I walked awkward cause my butt felt sore.
Later that night, I was in my underwear lying in my bed trying to sleep. The door opened and in came Katya. She had a pair of tight, baby blue panties on and a small little T-shirt that barely covered her thin body. She walked up to the bed and climbed in next to me making it a bit crowded.
“You really liked it when I touched you in the bath didn’t you?” she said as she rubbed my stomach. Her smooth touch started to make me go stiff down there. She moved her hand down into my briefs and started fondling me. I just laid there quiet.
“Let me make this more comfortable,” she said. She got off my bed and through my green blanket onto the floor. She grabbed my underwear and pulled them off my body. I was laying there with my little pecker sticking up. She knelt down and started stroking it again with her fingers.
“You don’t want me to stop do you?” she asked. I shook my head. It felt so good I didn’t want the feeling to leave me. I started breathing a little faster.
“Hmm,” she said. “I don’t think I washed you properly. Let me fix that.” She pulled the skin at the end back unveiling my pink head. She stood up and put her lips over it. It felt so good. She started moving her tongue over it and was rubbing my legs with her hands. She let out a little moan. I held the sheets with my hands and felt my hips moving up.
“You really like this,” she said. She started stroking me again and put one of her fingers in her mouth. She reached under me into my butt. She rubber the hole and started to push her finger in.
“Ahh,” I let out. My hips hunched up high and my cheeks tightened. My body felt right back onto her finger forcing it inside. It hurt so much. She was still stroking my penis with the other hand and that felt great. I was having all these feelings rushing me. The feeling of her fingers touching my stiff little pecker, her other finger plugged up tight in my butt hole, and another feeling building up in the pit of my stomach. I arched my head back and started breathing hard.
“There you go,” she said. “Have that little orgasm. You know it feels so good.” She kept her finger deep within my hole as I was orgasming. When I calmed down she took it out and stopped storking me. She started walking away and went upstairs. I laid there tired and started drifting to sleep.
The next day Katya walked me to school and walked me home again. She didn’t mention the other night. When we got home my aunt told us that she was going out for a few hours and would be taking Katrina with her.
By the time auntie left Katya had already called a bunch of her friends to come over. My aunt had a strict policy of never having people over our house. So, whenever she went out, Katya would take advantage. Within half an hour of my auntie leaving, five black kids came over. They were all about 15 or 16. Within another hour eleven kids were here. They were all drinking beer and smoking what I thought were cigarettes. The smell bothered me so I made my way downstairs.
“Man, fuck you!”
“No fuck you you stupid bitch!”
A black girl wearing jeans and a bra and her shirt in her hands stormed passed as I was walking downstairs. When I got to my room I saw a black kid maybe 16 years old sitting on my bed. He was only in a pair of red checkered boxers. He was really muscular. He had six pac abs and tight pecs. You could see the arm muscles he had without him even flexing.
“Who the fuck is you?” he said looking at me.
“Umm…umm…this is my room,” I told him. I felt scared being downstairs with him.
“It’s a shitty ass room man,” he said. He stood up and through the hole in his boxers I could see his penis sticking out. It was huge! When I thought about it compared to mine it was way longer. It was also black like the rest of his body. The tip was purple and it was covered in skin like mine.
“Umm, your pecker is out,” I told him, pointing at it.
“Yeah I know, what of it,” he said agitated. He looked tired but I don’t know if he was.
“My stupid bitch of a girlfriend wouldn’t let me fuck her so it left my cock all hard.”
I just looked at him not knowing what to do.
“You know what?” he said. He rushed up to me and grabbed me. He lifted me up and threw me onto my bed. “You may not have a tight pussy,” he said as he pulled my pants and underwear down, “but I know you have a nice tight ass.”
I tried to crawl away but couldn’t. He held me down tight. I was on my stomach and he stuffed my face into the bed. I heard him spit and felt wetness in my crack. He started to spread it about inside.
“I don’t know if you’ll enjoy this,” he said, “but I know my cock will.” He grabbed my hips with both of his hands and lifted them up. I felt him starting to insert his penis. His head began spreading my hole. I groaned as his large black monster of a penis was invading my butt. I started really screaming as he started shoving it in farther.
“Yeah baby you really are tight,” he said. The he thrusted his hips forward.
“Ahhh,” I screamed. My eyes started to tear and I clenched my teeth. I felt myself stretch so much. I kept letting out little screams as his penis was destroying my insides. He squeezed my hips as he thrusted again. I could feel the rough flesh being thrusted far within my smooth hole. I kept squeezing the sheets tightly to embrace for each thrust.
“Yeah, you like this sock don’t you,” he said. “Ya tighter than any of my girlfriends’ pussies and none would make my 9” cock feel this good.” He kept thrusting so hard. It didn’t feel like the whole thing was going in but it was enough to make me shake and want to throw up. He let out a grunt and made a powerful thrust as I felt myself getting filled with warmness. He stopped thrusting and pulled his penis out. I felt some of the gooey warm stuff drip out of my butt. He let me go and I laid out on the bed.
“That was a nice fuck little bitch,” he said. I looked at him through teary eyes and saw him wipe the white stuff onto my sheets. He threw on his pair of jeans, grabbed his shirt, and went upstairs closing the door.
I tried to climb out of my bed but couldn’t. I was hurting so much. I felt like I was throbbing on the inside. I tried to look at my butt and saw white stuff and blood dripping out and smeared a bit on my sheets. I put my face in my pillow and started to cry from the pain. This was my worst experience in The Jungle.
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Father finds not just his son is a slut
Part Three of “The Storm”, a pornographic apocalyptic novel.
Michael exacts a price for saving Silk from herself
John was obsessed with anal sex… unfortunately his girlfriend of the past year refused to have anything to do with anal sex. She wouldn’t let him anywhere near her beautiful ass, not with his hands, tongue and definitely not his dick. Insisting that it would be far too painful to even try – not that she ever had he thought grudgingly – she would only be involved in the most straight-laced sex. Lauren wouldn’t even allow the doggy-style position, insisting that it was obscene and degrading.
There were times when he despaired of it… she was just so incredibly prudish about some things. She’d suck his dick but she wouldn’t swallow… she’d have sex before marriage but wouldn’t experiment with positions… and even though she was constantly wearing clothes that showed off her beautiful ass she wouldn’t let him anywhere near it. It was enough to give a guy permanent blue balls really…
He yearned for some excitement and deviation in their sexual life… and he probably wouldn’t even have minded her strictures on anal sex if she’d at least been willing to try! But no… she heard from someone who knew someone who knew someone that anal sex was extremely painful. It bothered him because he’d been willing to try a lot of things that she’d wanted to do, although none of them were sexual. And while pottery classes weren’t his favorite thing in the world, he continued to go to them because it made her happy.
It seemed patently unfair that she would be so unwilling to do the same for him.
Then, one night he was at a friend’s house and for some reason unable to sleep. Doug offered him some sleeping pills that he used when he was having trouble. Within minutes, John was completely knocked out.
When he awoke the next morning, feeling totally refreshed he had the inklings of an idea. Asking Doug for some more of the pills, his friend willingly gave them over, having no idea what John had in mind… although he probably wouldn’t have cared too much if he had. He thought that Lauren was an incredibly selfish girlfriend, he knew he’d never put up with all the crap that John had to.
That night, John set about to making a spectacular dinner for him and Lauren, all her favorite foods. She squealed with delight when she came home to such a thoughtful surprise.
‘Something for her… and then something for me…’ John thought excitedly.
As soon as dinner was over, he had her pop in a movie while he prepared some sweet dessert wine… crumbling three of the sleeping pills into it. Since he’d had such an uninterrupted blissful sleep after taking one and a half, he figured nothing short of the end of the world would wake her up at three.
Indeed, about five minutes into the movie, she’d completely finished off her wine and was falling asleep in his arms. He waited fifteen minutes, just to be sure that she was totally asleep, and then turned off the movie and carried her up to the bed. It was a little strange, having her unconcious as he undressed her… for a few moments he had second thoughts… but when he turned her over and saw her delicious ass his doubts flew away in the few seconds it took for his dick to come to full mast.
Carefully he arranged her, face down with her ass high in the air – propped up by pillows underneath her hips. Gently he turned her face to the side so that she wouldn’t suffocate. Staring hungrily at her virgin asshole, he lathered lubricant on his dick. Standing there, staring at the small hole that was going to accommodate his very hard dick, he wondered whether or not he should loosen her up first.
Then, thinking about all the trials she’d put him through, he decided that no, he shouldn’t. Besides, it wasn’t as if she was REALLY going to be feeling it.
Arranging himself behind her upturned ass, John pulled Lauren’s fleshy ass-cheeks apart to totally reveal her tiny asshole to him. It looked awfully small next to his engorged dick… ah well.
Positioning himself, he stabbed forward, moaning as the mushroom head of his dick sank into her asshole. It was the tightest thing he’d ever felt, a hot ring squeezing his dick pleasurably. Moving his hips he thrust more of his dick into her ass… a small whimper stopped him… but when she didn’t make any more noise he let more and more of his dick sink into her ass.
Fully inside of her, her deflowered ass rippled around his dick, and he could see her pained expression, small whimpers emitting from her as she slept. Apparently it hurt. Something vindictive broke inside John and he started fucking her ass hard, loving the fact that she was finally forced – FORCED – to accept her ass-fucking. The whimpers got louder as he thrust in and out of her tight ass, his fingers digging into her hips as he pillaged her formerly virgin territory.
It was hot, tight, the best ass-fuck he’d ever had… and Lauren had no idea it was even going on. Reaching around her body, he grabbed hold of her swaying tits, using them to lever himself even deeper into her ass, forcibly sodomizing her.
The entire situation turned him on so much that he exploded in her ass, gasping and thrusting as spurts of cum gushed into her hole, it felt like he was dumping gallons of cum into her ass. Holding himself tight against her body, he could feel her hole convulsing around him as he came, pleasuring him even more throughout his orgasm.
With a contented sigh, he collapsed on top of his sleeping girlfriend, his dick slowly shrinking in her deflowered hole.
Happily, he looked over at the drawer where he’d hid the sleeping pills. Enough for three more nights if he wanted… and he’d have to talk to Doug about getting more.
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A little more character and group dynamic building here. I will get to the confrontation in time, but I believe that the story is driven by the characters and their relationships as much as by the actions and conflict. Hope you enjoy this chapter as well as the others.
After waking I looked over to the other side of the bed. Sindee was laying there sleeping peacefully with a smile brightening her features. I sat there on the side of the bed a few minutes content in watching her sleep. Every time that I looked at her I felt myself to be the luckiest man that ever lived just to have her in my life. I was fortunate in many ways; such as in the bond we shared because I knew without doubt that she felt the same as I did. Sindee was an amazing woman and I was going to ensure that nothing happened to her or any of the rest of us on the first of March. I also decided not to wake her right now so turned off the alarm. Today was the last day of vacation before she returned to the hospital for work.
I got up and through on some shorts and a T-shirt before heading to the kitchen quietly closing the bedroom door behind me as I went. I decided to surprise Sindee with breakfast in bed so I started to pull out all the fixings I would need from the fridge. It didn’t take overly long to prepare and fortunately Sindee slept until it was ready. I stepped into the back yard and grabbed a white and pink rose from the garden one of the werewolves was tending in the back yard. I used a simple bit of Life Magick to remove the buds and encourage the plant to heal and grow before applying just a little more to have both bloom fully open. I placed then in a small crystal vase on the tray with her breakfast. I made her an omelet filled with green and red peppers, scallions, cheddar cheese, chives and sausage with wheat toast, orange juice and coffee. Some may ask why I took the time to make it all by hand when as Mages there was almost nothing we couldn’t just get as at a whim. I like to think that because we have those abilities taking the time to do simple things by hand means more. It also fills me with pride that I am able to bring a smile to her face with such gestures.
I quickly opened the bedroom door before going back to the kitchen for the tray table. I carried it into the bedroom and set in on the dresser before crossing to her beside. I leaned down over her until my face was inches from her own. I gently kissed her lips as I cupped her cheek with my right hand. As Sindee woke she returned the kiss, deepening it with the passion we shared. As we broke the kiss I leaned back a little, smiled and said, “I love you more than I can ever say.”
Her eyes shined brightly in the dim light through the curtains before she replied, “I love you heart and soul and you know that. I know how much you love me because I can feel it through our bond.”
There was nothing else that needed to be said in that regard. “I brought you breakfast,” I told her as I turned to the dresser to get the tray. Sindee sat up against the headboard and slid to the middle as I returned with the tray placing it over her lap. “Enjoy my love.”
She smiled and patted her hand on the bed beside her in a gesture for me to sit. Picking up the small crystal vase, she leaned in to smell the two roses I brought in with breakfast. She placed the vase back before picking up her fork and smiling as she looked at all the food I brought her, “Are you trying to fatten me up or are you going to share this all with me?”
I chuckled at her statement, “With your metabolism and how active you keep use both I couldn’t fatten you up even if I wanted too. You’re perfect for me. You eat and if you don’t finish it, I’ll help but mine is out on the counter waiting.”
“No one is perfect Andrew, we all have our flaws,” she replied. “If you think I am perfect what happens as we change?” she asked in a serious tone.
I smiled even bigger, “I never said you were perfect, just perfect for me. We both have flaws that make us who we are and as time passes I keep falling more and more in love with you.”
“Good answer,” she said as took a bite of her omelet. The sound she made as she tasted it made me think of our conversation from the previous evening.
“Keep making noises like that and we may start working on those children before you finish eating,” I said with a lascivious grin before standing fully and stepping back. “I’ll be back in a moment with my plate to join you for breakfast.” I ran quickly to the kitchen and back.
We ate breakfast together, talking of family and growing up as we did. She convinced me to speak more of growing up within a large family, focusing me on the fonder memories from before that last summer. Sindee spoke of growing up as an only child and of her many pets and of the friends that she has lost touch with. Simply put we had a relaxing morning as any normal couple could by discussing our families past and plans for the future. We found that on one subject we were in complete agreement; both of us wanted a large family both in the children we brought into our lives and in the extended family of our friends. That and that Arthur and Jaq were the first choice for guardians in the event anything happened to either of us. Neither of us had known either Arthur or Jaq for a long period of time, but the quality of the time that we have known then told us everything we wanted to know about how fit they would be in that regard. Now all we had to do was ensure that all four of us survived what was coming in about three weeks. Unfortunately, that thought meant it was time to get out of bed.
I took the dishes out into the kitchen while Sindee got up and started. I shoved the dishes into the dishwasher but didn’t start it as I heard the shower turn on in the master bathroom. I returned to join Sindee in the shower which was a pleasant ritual for the two of us. It’s always nice to have someone to wash you back and I enjoyed washing her hair for her. Sindee’s hair flowed down her back like silk, falling almost all the way to her waist as she allowed it to grow, just trimming the ends as needed. As we assisted each other in the shower I ran my hands over her body, gently scrubbing her skin clean. Her skin was soft and warm, stretched taught over her toned muscles. While she was petite, Sindee had a core of strength and packed a lot of power in her small frame and gentle demeanor. I was reminded again that the only reason I was able to keep up with her during some of our workouts and most of the runs we took were because of my longer legs and the stamina built from the life I’ve lived over the last several years.
After our shower we dressed for a casual day, getting her ready for work the next day and my preparations for the coming fight. I had a thought that while I didn’t much like the general idea it was something that had to be done. “Sindee, I think we should work on more combat training for you, not just Magick,” I suggested to her.
She smiled at me, “I was wondering when you were going to think about that. I’ll tell you that while I have never used weapons before I have taken martial arts since I was young.” She gave me a teasing smirk, “My mother was taught to fight by her parents and decided that I should be able to protect myself as well.”
“I’m glad I’ve never made you angry then,” I smirked. “You think you can take me on?” I challenged with a grin and a laugh.
The sickeningly sweet smile she directed my way should have been warning, “I don’t know if I can beat my tough strong husband, but let’s change and I’ll try.” She turned and headed into the bedroom, returning quickly in her workout gear. “I’ll be waiting out on the back lawn,” she stated in a more serious tone without the smile.
I quickly ran into the room and threw on my sweats for working out and fight training because I wanted to see what she already knew. I also had this ominous feeling that I had said something I shouldn’t have. I was walking out to the backyard to join her when I realized that not only was the feeling still with me, it was steadily growing like a smoldering flame that could burst into an inferno. I pushed the thoughts aside as I joined Sindee and stood about five feet away from her.
She had the most serious expression I’d ever seen on her face at that moment when she said, “Whenever you’re ready Andrew.” There was no mistaking the challenge or the edge of temper in her voice.
I knew she was a red head and had the steel spine to match it before we ever got married. I knew she was an incredible multitalented woman who excelled in a male dominant profession. What I didn’t know, but would soon find out was how well she could fight.
I stepped in quickly with a jab for her rib, holding back my strength but not on speed. I knew I had her right up until the second that I was in the air. Somehow my feet had left the ground and as I tried to figure out had that happened I belly-flopped onto the grass with an audible thud having the wind knocked out of me. It took me a minute to roll over and sit up, another couple before I managed to catch my breath. I looked up at Sindee who was standing over me with a triumphant look in her eyes and a smile on her lips.
“Perhaps I should have asked questions instead of assuming that your classes were basic self-defense, and also not have underestimated a woman as amazing as you are.” I smiled at her before continuing, “I apologize for my assumption.”
She gave me that same smile from when I offered the challenge in the first place, “You’re forgiven, but I should remind you of something. I’ll quote a movie line that you seem to like: ‘Assumption is the mother of all fuck ups.’ I think that applies in this situation, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah, and I’ll have the lumps to remind me of it. I’m not healing these unless it becomes an issue as sometimes a little humility is a good thing,” I hung my head for a moment. “Ready to go again, and this time neither of us hold back as we evaluate what we each know and can learn.”
She gave me a mock-vicious look, “Ready whenever you are.” She reached down to give me a hand up.
I took her hand and as soon as my feet were settled I pulled her arm toward me in preparation for a throw. As soon as I started to pull she moved into my side faster than I was pulling her. I was turning my body in order to complete the throw as her foot made contact with the back of my knee causing it to collapse. As I dropped to the one knee I pulled her against my back and turned the throw into a roll. As we both came over with her pressed into my back Sindee released my elbow and swung to the side away from my back which caused both of us to hit the ground with a solid thud. We rolled away from each other and both got quickly to our feet. We continued to exchange attacks and blocks with neither of us able to gain an advantage. While I had height and reach and a slight strength advantage over her, Sindee’s agility, and speed were nothing short of amazing. We were more evenly matched than either of us realized. We were dead even on stamina and just kept going until neither of us could lift our arms to swing and could hardly continue to stand. When we were finished we just sat down on a bench by the garden together. That’s when the laughter and applause reached our ears.
I looked up to see that most of our resident pack of werewolves and a few others had shown up during the sparring match. Markus and Kyra were standing at the front of group staring at the two of us with looks of awe on their faces. Most of the other werewolves were talking, making gestures with their hands; I guessed that they were discussing the techniques we were using. The three trainers that had been sent to help with everyone’s combat abilities were looking at the two of with varied expressions of curiosity. The unarmed combat instructed decided to walk over to us. While I watched him approach I spotted Roarke standing to the one side with an evaluating expression.
The unarmed instructor, Garret, stopped a couple feet away and asked, “If I might ask, with the way you two fight why did you need to send for me?”
I looked up, making eye contact before I replied, “While I am trained I am neither focused on my fighting techniques as I have other areas and skills that I need to teach to several people, and more importantly I am not a combat instructor and would be a poor substitute for someone with your experience.”
Sindee also replied right at the end of my answer, “Like Andrew I am trained to defend myself and part of that is the ability to fight back properly. I am also still learning to use my other abilities properly and wouldn’t be able to focus on their training as they deserve.”
Garret’s features took on an evaluating cast before replying, “Fair enough, I can understand and agree with both of your reasons. I will say there is little more I can teach you but I will do so and request that you both aid me in the training when I may need you. Providing of course it doesn’t conflict with your other duties and responsibilities.”
Garret got his answer in stereo as we both replies, “Okay.”
After he turned to walk away, I waived Roarke, Marcus and Kyra over. While they approached across the yard I turned to Sindee, “Is there anything else I should know?”
She smirked, “Not that I can think of right now, but I may have a few more surprises for you as time passes.”
“I just love surprises,” I replied with a grimace.
Marcus and Kyra stepped up and he spoke up first, “I remember when you could barely defend yourself Andrew, where did you learn all of that?”
“I’ll tell you inside later as it isn’t general knowledge and I forgot until now that you didn’t know,” I replied.
Kyra was smiling and looked at Sindee, “Remind me never to get into it with you. Even as a werewolf I think you’d still kick my skinny little ass around the yard.” She laughed and the sound was one that could brighten up a room, no wonder Marcus was so taken with her.
Sindee simply laughed before joking back, “I reserve ass kicking for the men who act like asses. Besides, I think two tough women like us will agree more than argue. Especially with our taste in men.” Marcus and I both gave her looks a mild indignation before laughing; after all she had a good point.
Roarke laughed at the joke before speaking, “First I must say that I am thoroughly impressed by both of you. Second I have to ask Andrew; were you going easy on me that first day we met?” Marcus gave use both a curious look but remained silent.
I looked up at him before replying honestly, “Roarke, I wouldn’t say I was being easy on you as much as I really didn’t want to kill you when we started out. I have managed to go since my awakening without killing a pure mortal and hope to maintain that streak as long as possible. I was also unarmed against you with your Primium infused sword so I was at a disadvantage there as well, no way to use subtle magick against you.” Marcus’ look of curiosity became one of shock and confusion, which is when I remembered that he hadn’t heard about any of this yet.
Roarke however looked confused as well, “What’s Primium?”
Marcus spoke up first, “Primium is an extremely rare material that acts as a form of counter-magick. The more of the material present the more effective it is against a Mage or other spell casters. A mage would have to use spells that could cause a backlash on them to get past small quantities of Primium. The warrior wielding a sword with significant amounts of Primium would be well defended against Magick and any mage close to the weapon would find their ability to use magick limited.”
I spoke up when he stopped to take a breath, “That’s why I kept trying to open distance between us when we were fighting.” I stopped to take a breath, and then looked up at both of the mean before me, “I should have done this already, but I will correct the oversight now. Roarke this is an old friend and ally of mine, Marcus.” Roarke reached out his hand to Marcus, “And Marcus, this is Roarke; a relatively new acquaintance and I hope friend and possibly ally in what is to come. I hold no ill will toward him from our introduction as he was misinformed and manipulated by someone else.”
Marcus reached over and took Roarke’s hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you and will accept Andrew’s opinion and hold no ill will for you either.”
Roarke shook his hand before looking to both of us in turn, “Marcus, it’s my pleasure as well. Thank you both for your acceptance and forgiveness.”
I replied quickly, “Nothing to forgive, you were being used as a weapon and had no personal grudge against me. I think we need to find your benefactor however so that I may convey my feelings toward him personally.”
Roarke laughed, “Just the same, thank you. I’d also like to convey my opinion of being used to him personally.”
“If you’ve been trying to reach me for the last few days, I apologize as there was a need for Sindee and I to get out of town for a few days with a couple of friends and we just arrived back last night,” I told Roarke.
“Nothing to apologize for as this was the first time I sought you out and you are also entitled to live your lives, especially after I tried to end it,” Roarke replied sheepishly and lowered his gaze.
“Roarke, look at me,” I said. He raised his head to look me in the eyes before I continued. “You have nothing to apologize for, as I’ve said you were being used. I’d like for us to get passed that. More importantly though is that I’d like to count you as a friend at the very least. After sharing our stories, I feel that we are cut in part from the same cloth. Now, you came here today for a reason and I think we should probably get to it soon. How about we go inside and relax some.” I turned to Marcus, “If you’re willing Marcus, could you make or order something for lunch while Sindee and I shower and change so we can talk and eat together?”
“Sounds like a plan Andrew,” Marcus answered quickly. “Does anyone have a specific request for lunch?”
A few of the spectators among the werewolves and other guests shouted Pizza all at once so I looked at Marcus and told him, “Pizza it is, just order a dozen assorted pies for everyone out here. For Sindee and I an all meat and a super-supreme, get whatever Roarke wants for him and whatever you and Kyra want. Tell the pizza place to put it on the card on file and I’ll sign when it gets here.”
Sindee and I stood up and leaned on each other as we swayed back and forth while walking back into the house. Over my shoulder I shouted, “Since I’m providing the food and we already provided the entertainment, you spectators can make the Soda, Ice and Alcohol runs. We might as well make an afternoon of carousing and fun out of today’s events. Also, there are some tables in the shed for the food and drinks when it gets here. Baring rain the inside of the house is off limits due to discussions of a personal nature, alright?” The answer was a chorus of Yeses and Okays.
As I headed for our bedroom I grabbed my phone off of the counter and texted Arthur about the party and Roarke’s arrival with an invite to him and any of his people to join us if they desired. Sindee and I took quick showers to clean the seat and back lawn off of ourselves. We took them separately as we didn’t want to get too distracted and keep everyone waiting long. Sindee changed into a nice pair of fashionable black jeans and a dark forest green cami that set off her eyes and hair. I threw on a pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt, simple clothes that suited me for relaxing. Sindee went out to the living room to join the others as I ran to the basement.
On the way back up with the item I went to retrieve I checked my phone for messages and spotted a reply from Arthur: Party sounds great. Jaq, some of the Gang and I will be there soon.
I had to chuckle as I realized that Arthur, like myself, never used text messaging abbreviations. Not sure why, just an ingrained habit from how I was taught growing up. I was taught to treat any form of communication in a manner that would leave a good impression and things like that are difficult to change once you habitually practice them.
Upon entering the living room, I walked across to where Roarke was seated, “I believe this is yours and I meant to return before now.” As I spoke I handed the box I was carrying with me from the basement over to him.
Roarke carefully accepted the long box and opened the lid, “Thank you, but you bested me and have a right to keep the sword. It may sound old fashioned, but it was how I was trained when it came to such weapons, especially the more rare or unique ones.” He closed the lid and handed the box back to me.
“Am I correct in understanding that a refusal to accept it on my part would be an insult to your honor and to that of your adopted family?” I asked.
Roarke’s reply came quickly, “It could be construed that way, however I feel no slight toward that aforementioned honor at your request to return it as you were unaware of my family’s traditions and my training in that regard.”
I bowed respectfully toward his, “Then I accept the blade as earned and offered to me. Now am I correct in believing that what I do with this sword is my decision and your family and personal honor have been satisfied?”
Roarke looked at me with a curious and slightly suspicious expression before replying, “That would be an accurate assessment.”
I smiled at him with the widest grin I could situate on my face, “Than as a token of our new friendship and trust, I present you with a unique weapon that will defend and aid you in your future. I would be honored if you would accept it in that spirit and use it that you may remain alive and my friend.”
Roarke looked at me for a second and burst out laughing. It was a pleasant sound from him as when he laughed it was with his entire being and showed genuine mirth and contentment in the moment. After a minute he managed to catch enough of his breath to reply. He reached up and took the box from me, “Then it would be my pleasure to accept the sword as offered and I agree with the sentiment of calling you a friend.” He set the case before him on the table, opened the lid and ran his fingers along the length of the flat of the blade before continuing with,” And I will say well played. There are very few I know with the ability to fence verbally as well as they fight.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment as I have been told on numerous occasions that I talk too much,” I replied.
Marcus spoke up first. “That’s the truth, can’t get him to shut up most of the time.”
Sindee’s reply was right behind his, “And he’s an expert at placing his foot in his mouth.”
I looked at Sindee, “You too my incredibly gorgeous and true love?”
“After what started today’s earlier entertainment; Yes,” she replied.
I raised my hands in surrender, “Fair enough, you all win.”
The food arrived about five minutes later and Arthur, Jaq, Sam, George, Talia and even JD put in an appearance today. While the rest of the group headed out back to the garden party, Jaq and Arthur joined us in the living room. We spent the first part of the gathering getting everyone up to date on how it is that Arthur, Sindee and I had come to know Roarke. And Roarke explained that her had been doing a lot of thinking regarding the direction his life had been going and the hard truths that his recent adventures, specifically his fight with me and his conversation with Arthur at the Existence had forced him to face and work through in his mind.
Roarke was quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat, “What I had to face was that I had assumed that if you weren’t human, you were a danger to the human race. Until meeting Andrew and failing to kill him I had never had call to look at what I had been doing closely before. Not only had I failed to kill Andrew, I had expected that he would respond by killing me. When I came to in his basement he was still lying in the middle of the floor, unconscious but breathing so alive. I was sitting there tied to a chair and expected to be tortured for information when he woke again. I was resolved to pain and death by remaining silent. When he woke and Sindee came to his aid I was taken aback by their interaction. First I remembered him moving between me and the sound of a door opening right before I stabbed him and then his moving forward, pushing my sword deeper into his body to allow him to stop me from moving on after he died. The way they treated each other didn’t seem like the way the file describing his monstrous behavior would have suggested. I realized that no one really considers themselves as evil and my assessment of the situation may have been clouded by my head injury. After he was able to get up and moving he came to sit before me and talk while Sindee took my arms and healed the damage done to them while I attacked Andrew. He started talking and got me to open up and after hearing my story he was appalled to the point that he released me from my bonds without even asking for my word not to attack either of them. Not only that, but they provided me with food and drink and spoke of their own pasts to me. I was to say the least confused when I left here. After everything else, Andrew gave me advice that after talking to Arthur that night and continuing to think about everything I saw, I realized Andrew’s advice was a subtle guide to get me to find Arthur and the Existence. I arrived there and was welcomed by Arthur who sat and drank with me; spoke to me of choices and the real world behind what people see. I sat in a place surrounded by what only hours before I would have considered abominations and dangers to all humanity. I watched beings who up until I saw them there, I would picture in battles with each other that threated to spill over as a danger to the human race. I saw humans that were willing donors to vampires, not servants but friends from what I could see. I saw bitter rivals meeting in peace there. After observing and having my world flipped from black and white to all colors of the rainbow and every shade of gray as well I needed time to think. I spend the last several days wandering the city at night, watching what went on when I spotted supernatural beings. There was some fighting between the raced and even within the races but nothing that they allowed most of humanity to see. I only spotted it because I knew how to look for it and stayed hidden as not to disrupt my search. I also so races working together or holding uneasy truces with each other. Most of the feeding activity I saw left the victim alive with little memory something had happened or being done by willing donors such as in the club. I came to realize that everything I know about the supernatural is an assumption based on my limited experience of it. I thought about how I was manipulated into being someone else tool and weapons and hated myself for failing to see it on my own. I’m still trying to decide what I’m going to do for my future, but I wish to call any of you who will have me friends.”
I answered first with, “I already told you that I see you as such, and if you wish as you decide on your future I would like to call you an ally in the battle I’m fighting to save humanity and the supernatural races.”
Arthur spoke next, “I’ll have you as a friend as you are a good man at heart Roarke. Everything you’ve said here today only makes that more apparent to me. My door will always be open to you.”
Sindee spoke softly, “Our initial meeting may have been rocky at best, however I can find it in me to forgive you as you were being used and misguided. In addition to that I’ve had rocky starts with some of my best relationships, for instance Andrew was in a four day coma and my patient when I met him initially and he had just dealt with a serial killing mage of some kind. That and he was only sixteen so my feelings were still in the range of not entirely legal.” She stood and crossed over to him. She leaned down and gave him a friendly hug and peck on the cheek, “So here’s to a new start and a welcome to our extended family.” She stood and moved back to join me on the couch.
Marcus’ response suited him well, “I believe that the best way to defeat an enemy is to turn them into a friend as everyone in that situation wins. Andrew is a dear friend who accepted me into his family as did Sindee. I find that theirs is an example worthy of following and I would be honored to count you as a friend and to be counted among yours.”
Kyra who was normally quiet in similar gathering spoke up, and as she always spoke from her heart I was glad she did, “I have not had the rocky start that you had with them but they accepted me instantly and without reservation. I find them doing the same here with you. By their example, it is my honor and proud decision to do so as well.” She blushed and lowered her face. Marcus simply moved his right hand under her chin, tilting her face up and kissing her. She blushed deeper but managed not to shy away from the group again.
Jaq spoke last, “I’m not always the most forgiving person because of my profession, but I can understand people being manipulated. I’ll accept you as a friend and enjoy your company. I simply ask that you give me no reason to regret that choice”
Roarke had tears running down his face, the emotion overwhelming his control, “This is the second time I have been accepted into a family that wasn’t mine by birth. I am more honored now that I have been and will do everything in my power to ensure that none of you regret the choices or words you spoke today. I don’t know how I can remain a hunter in light of the revelations form this last week and today so I have much to think on before I decide my future. Thank you all again.
Arthur cleared his thought to speak, “I’d suggest Roarke that you go out back and talk to JD here or come into the club whenever you want to speak with him. JD was a Hunter like you are, his focus had been vampires but had hunted other beings as needed when they presented a threat to humanity. He has learned to select and research his targets for the most part. His situation is not entirely unlike yours, however a major difference. He had some special talents that weren’t strictly human and when they were discovered the other Hunters he had known stopped working with him, and then started to hunt him down. He may be able to give you some needed perspective.”
The rest of the evening turned into a party for everyone as those of us sitting inside joined in to the entertainment out back. The combat exhibitions that Sindee and I had started earlier had been taken up by different groups. As the night progressed almost everyone had joined in to show off some moves with the exceptions of Sindee and I who were already exhausted from our earlier match and Arthur and Jaq who seemed more intent of each other than on the fights. JD and Roarke put on an exhibition as they started speaking and were well matched. After about ten minutes the two of them took a walk along the property’s edge away from the crowd to converse as Arthur suggested. Sindee and I called it an early night after everyone promised to clean up when they were done, she had work in the morning and I simply wanted to spend time between the two of us.
We walked into the house, locking up behind us and headed for out room. I’d barely gotten Sindee through our bedroom door and closed it when I pulled her around to face me and kissed her with all the love and passion I had. I slid my hands to her hips and raised them slowly, lifting her top and grazing the smooth skin of her ribs as I lifted her top off. As I broke the kiss to pass the top over her head she took that moment to quickly yank mine up, making me step back and lean so she could remove it from my taller fame. There was not going to be a slow and gentle caressing tonight, all the emotion and energy we had work up today led us toward a manic, hungry need for each other. We stripped ourselves down on the way to our bed. With everything that had happened between us and all we had discussed of family we were determined to start working on those children tonight. Our bodies came together on the bed and our friends, the war, the world and everything else faded away. The only thing that mattered to either of us was the other half of our souls, the person in our arms and the sharing of pleasure and emotion between us. Nothing else existed but us for a time. It was a feeling that I wished would never end. We fell asleep with our bodies bound together as tightly as our hearts and souls and the Magick that connects all of it.
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