From a distance it appeared that she was dressed plainly,with no visible jewellery or other valuables. She was wearing a flowingred-brown skirt and a sturdy looking pair of boots, and a long, dark grey coatin an attempt to keep warm in the snow. Her hair was loose, almost as if she weretrying to hide her face beneath the chocolate brown strands, but she was stillshivering in the cold.

She was definitely not a native, the shivering was a clue tothat. It was rather a mild day by their normal standards and the sun wasshining weakly through the clouds. Sasha moved a little closer to get a betterlook at the girl, but not so close as to alert her of his attention. On closerinspection her coat seemed like it was designed for form rather than function,as were the boots. Definitely an expensive Western designer of some sort. What was she doing here?

Suzanne was shivering, partly due to the ridiculous cold(even with her warmest coat on), and partly due to fear. She couldn’t believeher bad luck that a hoard of soldiers would turn up and start searching peoplejust when she had been about to leave. She was pretty sure she didn’t haveanything to hide that they could find, but it didn’t matter; she’d heardstories. Thankfully, though, it seemed like the soldiers hadn’t noticed herand she was going to be able to slip away unnoticed.

Or maybe not. She gasped in fright as she noticed one ofthe men walking straight towards her. He wasn’t in uniform but he had arrivedwith the soldiers, and something about the expression on his face told her thatit wasn’t a good thing that he seemed to be taking an interest in her. Perhapsit was the rifle strapped to his back that worried her, or the nasty lookinghandgun that he was carrying pointed at the ground. Oh, god.

Suzanne tried not to look terrified as the man stalkedtowards her, but it wasn’t so easy. He certainly didn’t look very friendly. The words “hard as nails” and “evil incarnate” quickly sprang to mind, althoughhe wasn’t unattractive like most of the men around her. He slowed to a haltabout 10 feet in front of her, motioned to her with his gun for her to come tohim. She didn’t move. He started speaking to her in his language, and herheart started pounding wildly. She was pretty sure he wanted her to go over tohim, but she couldn’t get her legs to work.

He looked unamused. He continued his advancement on her,growled angrily as she started backing away, eyes darting about for any hope ofa means of escape. No chance. Suzanne yelped as he reached out and grabbedher by the hair, his gun coming to rest at the bottom of her jaw, none too gently. She froze, her hands instinctively coming up to try to push him away but notdaring to touch him.

The man didn’t say anything for a while as he stood holdinghis fistful of poker straight hair. He seemed to be studying her face,enjoying her look of panic as he pressed the muzzle of his gun into herthroat. He was tall, a part of her brain noticed as he used the gun to tilther head back so that she had to look up into his eyes, and she didn’t darebreak his stare. His eyes were dark brown, and he had a scar over the left eyethat left an almost fetching gap through his eyebrow.

“You’re not from this country,” he said softly, letting thegun trail down to her collarbone. “What are you doing here?” Suzanne hadtrouble understanding what he meant; a few short lessons and a quick glance througha “Teach Yourself” book could only go so far, after all. Thankfully, she didremember how to say “I don’t understand.” She’d used it a lot.She sounded like she’d learned what little of the languageshe had from a Russian. Suspicions confirmed, Sasha tightened his grip in thegirl’s hair and pulled her closer, let his thigh touch one of hers. “American?”he said in English, then shook his head at her silence. “Not American, youdon’t talk enough. English?” She nodded almost imperceptibly. “Why are youhere?” he asked, watching her reaction to his leg touching hers. She flinched,tried to pull away, but she was trapped between his gun and the hand in herhair.

His accent was pretty strong, but his English was a lot betterthan her attempts at speaking a foreign language. Suzanne could understand himfine, but she didn’t think it best to tell him why she was here. He washolding her close on purpose, the intention was to be threatening and he wascertainly succeeding in that. She gasped softly as he let the gun play againstthe neckline of her coat, its barrel rubbing the top of one of her breasts fora moment. He smiled nastily, enjoying her fear.

The girl was terrified, that much was obvious. Tough. Hewanted answers from her regardless. She whimpered in fear as he leaned downand slid his mouth against her ear, the gun sliding down to rest against herthigh. “One of two things can happen from here,” he growled into her ear. “You answer my questions, or we play rough. I’m happy either way, but youwon’t be.” He turned so that his unshaven face rubbed against her smooth cheekslowly, let himself smell her hair. She smelled clean and feminine and utterlyunaccustomed to their rather harsh reality. He smiled as she shuddered againsthim in response to his touch.

The man repeated his earlier question, and Suzanne figuredshe had to say something in response. “I’m on holiday,” she said, which wasn’tentirely untrue. She just wasn’t supposed to be on holiday in a war-tornwasteland. He snorted at that.

“Of course you are,” he replied sarcastically. “Why wouldanyone not want to come and visit hell on earth?” He leaned back a little andstared down at the shivering girl coldly. “What is your name?”

Suzanne didn’t answer. She knew that it probably wasn’t thebest of ideas, but she was terrified that giving this man any information wouldendanger the person that she had come to try and find. He sighed in annoyanceat her refusal to answer his questions, then slid his gun away, concealedsomewhere behind his back. “Do you have a passport?” he asked, sliding hisfree hand over her hips in search of pockets. Shit! He didn’t findanything, so he searched higher, grinning at her moan of despair as his handbrushed the underside of her breasts. He felt the outline of somethingconcealed in an inner pocket and slid his hands to the buttons of the coat,unfastening them roughly.

“Please don’t!” she whispered as his hand slid inside, buthe moved straight for the item within her coat pocket. He smiled triumphantlyas he revealed her passport, and flicked through it slowly.

“You came from Italy?” he said, his eyebrow raising ininterest. “If I were you, I would have stayed there.” He flicked to the back pagewhere her personal information was held, checked that the photograph matched. Thename read ‘Suzanne Kate McCullough.’ The cold was seeping in through her opencoat, and her shivering increased in intensity. She gasped in horror as hepocketed her passport, then started shoving her towards a small building, awayfrom the rest of the crowds. He backed her against the wall, didn’t stop untilhe was pressing into her from chest to thigh.

Suzanne moaned softly in fear as the man pushed himselfagainst her and pinned her to the wall. She could feel solid muscle againsther chest and was mortified to feel her cold-hardened nipples jutting into himthrough her clothes. He was at least shielding her from the cold, but shewould have gladly stood there shivering her arse off rather than be at themercy of this man.

“Last chance,” he growled, his hand sliding under her coatand resting on her ribs. “Tell me why you’re here, or we start getting veryfriendly.” To make certain that she understood the threat, he slid his palmagainst one of her breasts and stroked for a moment. The fabric of thefingerless gloves he was wearing created a strange sensation, but hisfingertips felt warm against her freezing skin.

Suzanne’s breath caught in her throat as the man used hispalm to cup her breast and slid his thumb over her nipple. She shuddered infear at the sensation and then whined in pain as he squeezed her nipple so hardthat it would have drawn blood had he used his teeth. He eventually relentedand stroked over her throbbing nipple again gently, his eyes burning with clearenjoyment at making her cry out in pain. Suzanne felt a confusing rush ofsensation through her body at the look in her tormentor’s eyes and the painthat he was causing, and her body squirmed against his against her will.

Sasha smiled cruelly as the girl whimpered beneath him whilehe stroked over her breast. “Why do you care?” she asked, wanting to know whathad made her stand out for him against the rest of the crowd.

“Because,” he growled softly, his hand sliding back down torest on her hip. “Big bad soldier is standing here threatening to rape prettylittle English girl, and she still doesn’t want to say why she’s here. Must beimportant, don’t you think?” Suzanne squeezed her eyes closed, trying to stemthe flow of tears that were threatening to fall. “Either that,” he went on,his voice low and gravelly. “Or she wants to be fucked. Is that it,baby?” He slid his hand to her arse and pulled her against him firmly. “Doyou want to know what it feels like having a Serbian dick inside you? Beingheld down and fucked by a murderer?”

Suzanne felt that same rush of sensation through her body asthe man pulled her even closer so that he was pressing his dick into her lowerbelly. She certainly couldn’t miss the fact that he was enjoying tormentingher. “Please no!” she whispered, one of the tears escaping and making a runfor it down her cheek. “Why me?”

Sasha paused for a moment. Why her? “Because you look so…innocent,” he whispered, stroking the wet line on her face where the tear hadfallen.

“Are you going to ruin that?” she asked, her lip trembling. He laughed softly.

“Oh yes,” he confirmed, stroking his palm over her cheek, andshe closed her eyes in fear. “Completely. All you have to do is tell me whyyou’re here. Or we can fuck; it’s up to you.”

“But you can’t!” Suzanne replied, here eyes wide in shock. “All these people – ”

“Won’t see a thing,” he interrupted. “War does that topeople.”

“But…” Suzanne whispered, struggling against her captor. She brought her hands up to his chest and shoved as hard as she could, groaned“Let me go!” He laughed softly at her attempts to get him off her, enjoyingthe feel of her hands sliding over his chest. “Please don’t do this!”

Big brown eyes stared up at him imploringly, wide with fear,and Sasha smiled, a sadistic glint in his eye. Now that he could see the girlclose up, he noticed the fine texture of her skin and her youthful appearance. Her face was fine-boned and she had a small, straight nose that balancedperfectly with her beautiful doe-eyes. He slid his mouth to her ear again, whispered“Talk to me, baby,” then slid his mouth downwards and started to nuzzle andsuck her throat gently. He felt his dick start to throb as the girl moanedsoftly in response and she allowed her head to fall back in submission. Herhands stilled on his chest and her fingers curled slightly, her nails digginginto his clothing.

Suzanne lost awareness of her surroundings for a moment asSasha slid his mouth down over her throat. Regardless of her fear, her bodywas reacting to him and causing her skin to flush while a wave of warmth wasspreading from her neck down to her inner thighs. She moaned softly as Sashaslid a palm to her back inside her coat, moving down to grip one of her arsecheeks firmly, and she came back to her senses with a jolt.

The girl started to struggle again, and so Sasha held stillagainst her, enjoying the feel of her wriggling beneath him. He slid his mouthback to her ear and whispered “I am going to bury my dick inside you and watchyou squirm for me, little girl. And you’re going to scream for hours.” Shewhimpered in despair, turned a shade of red even darker than when he’d beenkissing her. Sasha pulled her away from the wall and shoved her towards thedoor of the building, propelling her inside roughly.

The building consisted of one large room and only one door. A couple of tables were located haphazardly around the room, and Sasha shovedhis little captive towards the one furthest from the door. He had been rightearlier; he could have happily screwed her against the wall outside and none ofthe civilians would have seen a thing. The other soldiers however would havewanted their turn, and Sasha wasn’t one for sharing. Not until he was donewith her, at least.

Suzanne wasn’t sure if she should be happy for the privacyor scared shitless of what Sasha was going to do. She watched him close thedoor behind them and then lower his rifle and his handgun to one of the tables,removing the ammunition and placing them down with a surprising amount of careand attention. Probably a lot more than she was going to receive. He took offhis gloves and left them with the guns, sliding his jacket off his shoulders atthe same time to reveal a black t-shirt that seemed suddenly very good atdemonstrating his more than adequately muscled arms and chest. He walkedtowards her slowly, the brutal expression on his face causing Suzanne’s legs totremble. She backed away as he advanced on her until her shoulders hit thewall, and she was trapped.

Sasha grabbed the girl by the coat, let her twist free sothat the garment fell away in his hand. She made a run for it but she had nochance of escaping him. He caught her by the hair and threw her back againstthe wall. Tears of shock spilled over her cheeks at the sudden sharp pain inher scalp, and Suzanne whimpered softly. He tightened his grip in her hair andlifted her onto her toes with one hand, forcing her to look at him.

“You want to play games?” he growled, shoving her backagainst the wall. “We can do that. But I’m warning you, baby. I play rough.”

“Let me go, you bastard!” Suzanne screamed, bringing herknee upwards in an attempt to hit him in the balls. She almost succeeded, buthe twisted out of the way and she ended up hitting his leg instead. Shebrought up her hands and punched him in the face as hard as she could. Hedidn’t even flinch.

“My turn,” he whispered softly, flexing the muscles in hisshoulders for a moment to make sure that she knew what was coming. He lookedher over quickly, taking in the small size of her build for her height, andthen punched her in the left cheek, making sure that he controlled the blow sothat he didn’t break any bones. The girl yelped in pain; the blow had been badenough, but it also turned her head to the side and put pressure on the hairthat Sasha was still holding on to.

“Had enough?” he asked softly, and Suzanne glowered at himin between sobs. He was impressed that she didn’t give up straight away. Hehit her again, harder, and she screamed this time. A drop of blood began totrickle from her nose. Sasha lowered the girl to her feet again and releasedher hair, slid his hand to her chin instead. “We can stop any time you’reready,” he whispered softly, but the look in his eyes said very clearly that hedidn’t want to stop. He continued hitting her, until she had difficulty instanding up and she eventually begged him to stop.

“Want to tell me why you’re here yet baby?” Sasha asked, andSuzanne looked away, silent. “Then I can carry on hitting you or I can fuckyou. Make up your mind.” She still said nothing, and so he hit her again.

“Please stop!” Suzanne whispered softly, her head lollingforwards from the impact of his fist to her cheek. Sasha pulled the girl’shead level with his so that she looked him in the eye again.

“Had enough?” he said again, and she nodded miserably. “Then tell me why you’re here, or ask me to fuck you.” Suzanne’s eyes widened. No. There was no way that she was going to accept either option. Shehesitated too long and was rewarded with another crack to her jaw. Shecouldn’t take any more, she was about to faint.

“You know what you need to say, baby,” Sasha murmured, andstroked a few strands of hair off her face.

“Please…” Suzanne whispered, her face a vision of pain. “Please fuck me.”

Those three words sent shivers down Sasha’s spine, but hestill wanted more. He pulled her eyes in line with his again, took in herbruised and bleeding face and her dark tear-filled eyes that displayed her fearso beautifully. He held her gaze as he whispered “say it again.”

Suzanne whined in humiliation, her eyes pleading, but Sashawould not relent. She took a shaky breath and whispered the phrase again, felther body burn with shame as his eyes started to blaze with desire. He pulledher away from the wall, turned her around and shoved her against the edge ofthe table, so suddenly that she lost her balance and fell onto it, prone.

Sasha leaned over the girl and slid his hand over her cheek,held her eyes level with his again. Their faces were so close that their nosesrubbed together gently and she flinched uncomfortably. “I don’t think youmeant that, baby,” he whispered softly, smiling cruelly as her eyes widened infear. “Maybe we should just go back to what we were doing before?” he asked,raising his arm and curling his fingers into a fist.

“No!” Suzanne whimpered softly, bringing her hands up infront of her face. “Please no! I said what you wanted, please-”

“But you didn’t mean it,” he asked softly. “Did you?” Heflexed his shoulder and pulled his fist back, ready to hit her again.

“I did!” Suzanne whispered, reaching out and grabbingSasha’s hand in an attempt to bring it back down. He was amused by herefforts, but kept his expression brutal as usual. “Please don’t. Please!”

Sasha twisted his hand free from the girl’s considerablyweaker grip and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. She archedher back instinctively and writhed against him, until he used his free hand tograb her throat and pin her down.

“Do you think you’re in charge here, little bitch?” hegrowled harshly, squeezing her throat sharply to warn her against trying tomove again. “Do you think you can tell me what to do?” Tears filled thegirl’s eyes and spilled out onto her face and Sasha felt his dick throb withdesire at her obvious terror.

“No!” she whimpered, her voice hoarse until he loosened hisgrip on her throat a little. “I just didn’t want you to… to hit me again. I-I… I’ll do what… I’ll do whatever you want, just please, please don’t hit meagain.”

The girl was hysterical, and Sasha was loving it. He couldthink of almost nothing he would rather do than bask in this girl’s abjectterror of him. Almost. He was definitely looking forward to hearing herscream as he sank his dick all the way inside her.

“Anything, baby?” he repeated, taking his hand off herthroat so that he could stroke her face. She nodded immediately. “So you dowant me to fuck you?”

There was a split second pause, and then she replied. “Yes.”

“Say it,” he growled, grabbing her chin so that her eyeswere held level with his.

“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whispered softly, her voicewavering. Sasha sneered.

“Don’t believe you baby,” he whispered, letting go of herwrists so that he could sink his fist into her hair, ready to pull.

“Please fuck me!” Suzanne repeated, trying to sound aspersuasive as possible. “Please, please fuck me.”

“You want me inside you, baby?” he asked, and Suzanne noddedimmediately. “Then tell me what you want me to do to you,” he growled. Shewhimpered softly, closed her eyes as a wave of heated humiliation came overher. Sasha yanked on her hair until she met his gaze again.

Suzanne was almost hyperventilating with terror. She knewthat she had to do what he wanted – say what he wanted – but she just couldn’tbring herself to look into his eyes and beg him to rape her. His eyesdarkened, she wasn’t sure if it was in anger or anticipation, but she felt hisgrip tighten in her hair and his muscles tense. No. She couldn’t takehim hitting her again. Surely even the humiliation of begging him would bebetter than that? Because if she didn’t do what he wanted – now – he was goingto kill her, and she knew it.

“Oh, god,” Suzanne whispered softly as she squeezed her eyesshut for a split second, gathering all the strength that she had left. Sheopened them again and stared straight into the beautifully hard eyes of herfiercely violent attacker.

“I want to know how your hands feel on my skin,” shewhispered softly. She noticed his eyes started to burn, but she didn’t darestop. “I want to feel your mouth on me… your tongue stroking and your teethraking. I want to feel your hands spreading me open and your fingers pushinginside, feeling hot and wet and tight for you. I want to feel you pushing mylegs over my head and spreading me open again for you. I want to feel yourweight on me as you hold me down and slide so deep inside me that I can’tbreathe, and you screw me until you collapse on top of me.”

Sasha wasn’t sure where the girl managed to get the courageto say her little speech, but he was impressed. He slid his hand over thegirl’s mouth for a second, then slid her face to the side so that he could talkdirectly into her ear. His breathing was heavy with arousal and he let herhear it for a moment. She was also breathing quickly, her skin flushed withembarrassment at what she had just said and the effect it had apparently had onher attacker.

“Mmm baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with arousal. “Who’dhave thought you could talk dirty? Now I really need to fuck you.” SuddenlySuzanne felt her skin flush even redder, the heat spreading all the way throughher body and causing her to begin to ache. His voice was suddenly so sexy; thebrutal sound of his accent only helping him to appear even more masculine anddominating. He settled his weight onto her gently, allowing her to feel thehardness of his erection press directly onto her clitoris, and she whimperedsoftly, writhing against him.

“Do you want me to bite you, baby?” he whispered. “You wantto know how I make you feel when I’m holding you down and sliding my dick allthe way inside you? Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He was grindingagainst her very gently, and Suzanne moaned softly as he spoke, finally repliedwith an “oh yes!”

“You’re going to scream for me, baby,” he whispered softly,then stood up again. Suzanne suddenly shivered as the warmth of his body heatleft her and the coldness of the room advanced into her bones once again. Thecold was like a slap to the face, and the strength that she had relied upon toget her through the last few minutes deserted her completely. Her earlier fearcrept back into her and she started to shake once again.

Sasha slid the girl’s skirt up her legs until it bunched ather hips, and slid her pretty little white pants to the floor. He slid hispalms against her inner thighs, parted her legs so that he could look at hermore closely. Her legs were creamy-white and beautifully smooth all the wayfrom her ankles to her hips, and she whimpered softy as his callused fingersslid over them slowly. A girl who has enough time and not enough demons toworry about keeping her legs shaved smooth, he thought to himself with asmirk. He crouched down between her legs so that he was at eye level with herquivering pretty pink flesh, stroked his fingers through the short brown fur atthe top. She jumped in fright, tried to close her legs but he still had onepalm against her right thigh.

Suzanne keened softly as Sasha slid his other hand back toher thigh and parted her legs again, then leaned forward so that he could kissthe top of her inner thigh gently. He smiled and stood up again, slid hishands to her sweater and untied the knot that held the wrap-over closed. He slidit out of the way and freed her breasts from her bra, the delicate pink nipplesalready hard under his gaze.

The girl was staring at his chest as Sasha went about baringher body for him. She had a nipped-in trim waist, but her breasts and hipswere rounded and full. Her beautifully expressive eyes were filled with panicat the thought of him touching her. Her earlier bravado had left her, as he knewthat it would. She was shaking, and not just from the cold. He reached outand cupped one of her breasts, feeling its weight as he bent down and caught adelicate pink nipple in his mouth, sucked gently.

Suzanne shivered as she laid spread on the table in front ofher would be rapist, moaned softly in humiliation as he sucked on her breast. Her hands slid to his hair with the intention of pushing him away, but laystill instead, cradling him against her. He lifted his head for a moment andlocked eyes with her, smiled cruelly as he saw the look of humiliation on herface. She snatched back her hands and dropped them to her sides in disgust. Hecontinued to suck and slid one hand to her other breast, kneading and strokinguntil he heard her moan once more.

Sasha stood up again, leaned over the girl until his facewas only inches from hers. “Do you like that, baby?” he asked softly, andSuzanne sobbed softly in shame. “Do you still want to feel me inside you? Areyou getting wet, baby?”

“Please don’t do this,” Suzanne whispered, tears drippingdown her face and onto the table beside her. His eyes burned into hers,beautiful in their brutality.

“You asked me to do this, baby,” he reminded, and Suzanneclosed her eyes in disgust. “Look at me,” he growled, slapped her lightlyuntil she obeyed. “Are you getting wet?” he whispered again.

“No!” Suzanne replied, hoping to all hell that it was true. She was confused by the conflicting emotions that she was experiencing, had noidea why she had been turned on by his voice and why she was reacting to histouch when only minutes ago he had been beating the living shit out of her. Her skin was incredibly sensitive from the pain earlier, and his suddenlygentle touch was having a definite effect.

“No?” Sasha repeated, one eyebrow raised in disbelief. Heslid his palms down from her armpits to her waist, across her flared hips andonto her thighs. She squirmed slightly as he touched her, the friction causingher breath to catch in her throat. He slid his left hand back into her hair tohold her head steady as he slid his right hand back in to the brown fur at thetop of her legs.

“Oh no!” Suzanne moaned as she felt Sasha’s fingers slideagainst the outer lips of her vagina gently. She tried to close her legs, butSasha nudged them apart again with his knee. He stared into her eyes as hestroked gently, letting his middle finger dip inside her slightly to find herrapidly becoming wet. He slid his wet finger over to the girl’s clitorisgently, stroked the moisture over it slowly.

“Oh yes,” Sasha replied, moving his thumb to her clitoris sothat he could dip his finger inside her again. “Hot and wet and tight,” hesaid, echoing her words from earlier and causing her to shudder in response. Hecircled her opening slowly as his thumb rocked over her clit, and Suzannearched against him, a moan of agonised pleasure escaping her. He dipped hisfinger in and out of her again, continuing his circling movement as he leanedover and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth and exploring quickly.

The part of Suzanne’s brain that was still able to think wasshrinking rapidly. Her body was switching between cold fear and aching heat relentlesslyand without warning, and she was totally unable to control it. She groanedagainst Sasha’s mouth and felt her body arching against him of its own accordand she was unable to stop either action. He slid two fingers back insider herand pressed against her vagina in a hard circle until he found the bundle ofnerves inside her that made her whine with pleasure, and then stayed there.

Sasha came back up for air, his finger and thumb continuingto stroke the girl. She was dripping wet now, and whining incoherently. Hegrinning with satisfaction as he slid his tongue back to her breasts and suckedgently, then raked his teeth over them slowly. He continued downwards untilhis torturing tongue found the girl’s clitoris, and started to lick gently.

Suzanne felt a confusing mixture of shame and fear come overher, but she didn’t have time to register these feelings properly before herbody tensed and arched against Sasha in orgasm. She continued to writheagainst him as he moved back up to lean over her and slide his tongue againstthe sensitive skin on her throat. His talented tongue clouded her senses againbefore she was able to notice the fear creeping back into her body.

“You’re so fucking sexy, little girl,” Sasha growled intoSuzanne’s ear, and she whimpered in response. He slid his hand to her arse andpulled her against him firmly, let her feel how hard he was for her. “I’mgoing to fuck you now, baby, and if you let me come inside you, I’m not goingto let you go.”

Suzanne didn’t understand a word of what he was saying. Allshe knew was that her body was burning again and she needed him to make itstop. He slid her legs up over her head, hooked his left arm under her kneeand grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, stretching her open forhim. She moaned in anticipation as he paused to move his pants out of the way,then slid the head of his penis against her gently.

“Look at me,” he whispered softly, sliding his other hand toher face and raising her eyes to his. She held his gaze and he slid his handdown between them, slid his thumb over her clitoris and stroked gently.

“Oh please!” Suzanne whispered desperately, her body tryingto writhe against him despite the fact that Sasha had most of his weightagainst her. He smiled, leaned into her and whispered “tell me what you want,”into her ear.

“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whined, repeating her words frombefore. Her eyes begged and her body was still writhing; she was desperate. Sasha growled in arousal and his body reacted instinctively; he pushed insidethe girl hard and fast, until he was buried balls-deep inside his littlecaptive. She screamed for him; a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent hissenses reeling in satisfaction. He settled his weight over her and pulled herwrists until she was stretched taut and totally at his mercy, and started tomove inside her hard.

“Is this what you wanted, little girl?” Sasha growled intothe girl’s ear. “Did you want to know how it feels to be held down and fuckedby the big bad soldier? Did you want to be fucked hard, baby?”

Suzanne was barely able to comprehend what Sasha was saying,but she understood the tone of his voice. “Oh yes,” she whispered softly, hereyes rolling back in her head from the constant onslaught of sensation that hewas inflicting on her. The way that he was holding her, his weight against herand the feeling of him moving inside her so forcefully was causing her to feelcompletely and utterly dominated. And the most terrifying thing was how good itfelt.

Sasha continued to whisper into the girl’s ear as he movedinside her, until she was whimpering so desperately that he couldn’t hold onany longer. He slid his thumb back to her clit and stroked firmly, let hercome one more time just before his own orgasm took over his body and hecollapsed on top of her, growling in pleasure.

As I checked into a motel roughly 2 hours later, the bitterness finally began to well up inside me. Eventually this turned to anger, and finally a burning desire for revenge. How could she do this and think she would get away with it? Automatically, my mind began formulating ideas and scenarios with which to get the bitch back. Sitting alone in my room, I decided the best and most…creative form of revenge would be a taste of her own medicine, as it were. Grabbing my keys, I drove to a nearby sex shop and made my preparations…

I knew Lucy would be at home when I knocked at the door a few days later. She had tried to phone me a couple times but I was inconsolable. She answered the door without checking who it was, and when I saw her, a brief moment of pity and hesitation overcame me. I looked up and down her body; she had always been beautiful, with black silky hair and olive skin to go with it. Not to mention her perfect perky breasts, which were all natural and yet full and round. She also had a real hourglass figure, with her curvaceous hips framing her amazing ass. Snapping me out of my daydream, she said simply “I’m sorry.” Another ten seconds passed, and I replied “You will be,” before pushing her roughly inside and slamming the door. I pulled out from behind my back a cloth soaked in chloroform, and shoved it over her face, ignoring her attempts to stop me. I received a scratch to my face, and a sore shin, but she was unconscious. I began to make my preparations.I stripped Lucy naked, and hoisted her up against the bare wall in the living room, clamping her wrists in the shackles I had attached to the wall. She now hung limply by her arms, but I decided when she awoke, this would not be enough. I attached 2 more shackles to the wall, then pulled her legs up over her head and pinned them in place. Thus, she was completely supported by the shackles, and her pussy and ass were exposed as far as possible. Two birds with one stone. She had always kept her pussy nice and trim, although I didn’t see why, considering she rarely was in the mood for sex. She always tended to prefer blowjobs or handjobs if I asked, and anything raunchier like anal was out of the question. This would work well now, however, as it meant both her ass and pussy would be as tight as could be.

When she awoke, I had some other preparations to make before the real events started. Immediately, she began shouting at me to let her down, how dare I do this, blah blah blah. The anger built up again, and I slapped her hard on the pussy, causing a scream to interrupt her incessant yammering. I shoved a ball gag in her mouth to keep it that way. All she could do now was glare at me, and mumble slightly through the gag. “Look at me all you want with those accusing eyes. You’re gonna get what you deserve. In fact, I’m gonna start by leaving a little souvenir of this whole night, ” I smugly told her. I reached into my bag of tricks, and pulled out a piercing gun. Moving it over her body, and letting her see what it was, I began taunting her by slowly dragging it across her skin. She trembled in fear, and could only watch as I suddenly positioned it over her left nipple, and fired. A sudden click, and a ring was attached to her gorgeous breast. She writhed in pain, trying to scream and somehow end the pain. I decided not to do the other tit for now, as she seemed about to pass out from the pain. I left her and sat down in the other room, waiting for the real surprise to arrive.

A knock at the door, and 5 tall men entered, striding into the living room where my wife was imprisoned. It was a picturesque scene: 5 men all standing in a semi-circle around the terrified and exposed woman, helplessly pinned to the wall. Her facial expression was a mixture of pain, fury, and humiliation, and it turned me on more than I thought possible. My cock began to grow in my pants, which caused me to get the show started. I instructed the men to get naked, and told them to “do what you like.” Immediately the first man stepped up to my wife, roughly grabbing her hips and positioning his erect member in front of her pussy. I guessed his dick was roughly 7″ long, but it was thick too. All the better, I thought. Raising his hand, he slapped her ass hard as he simultaneously thrusted his cock into her. His hips slammed against hers, pushing her up against the wall hard. She winced and groaned loudly, as the man began a violent rhythm of fucking her. Her tits were bouncing up and down as he pounded her, and I could tell the fresh piercing was causing her some discomfort, in addition to the stretching her cunt must have been undergoing. The man didn’t last long, and leaned over her, cumming inside her. When he pulled away, her vagina was red and raw, and this was after 1 guy! I was pleased, to say the least.

The night continued with my wife being the centre of attention. 4 more guys fucked her roughly, unleashing torrents of cum in her pussy and on her stomach and tits. I had also told the guys to focus on other areas, and they obliged by slapping her ass and pussy, choking her while fucking her, and spitting in her face. She looked a complete mess by this point. Her pussy was swollen and bleeding slightly, she was dripping with cum (in fact, there was a small puddle of cum that had accumulated on the floor beneath her), and her wrists and ankles were raw from the shackles. Now it was my turn. I first reached into the bag, pulling out a large black dildo I had bought. It was longer and thicker than any of the cocks that had just violated my wife’s pussy. I moved over to her, and removed her ball gag. I wanted to hear her scream as I got my revenge. I took the dildo and roughly shoved it into her slit, watching her wince in pain. Then, without warning, I moved my cock below it and positioned it at the entrance to her asshole. Her eyes widened, “No, no, pleaseeeee!!” I had come this far, however, and I wanted to see it through. I thrusted forward, and slammed my cock into her ass, filling her up completely. Her ass was so tight I could barely keep a steady rhythm. The scream emanating from Lucy only spurned me on at this point, and I began pistoning my cock in and out of her ass. Her tight sphincter clamped around my dick, and it felt amazing. Clearly Lucy didn’t feel the same way as she was getting fucked violently in both holes.
   
After a short while, I climaxed, shooting what seemed like bucketloads of hot cum into her raw passage. I slumped over her, and then relaxed. “Now we’re even, bitch. You hurt me, I hurt you.” Stepping back, I looked at the pool of cum, along with Lucy’s ass and pussy juices, that had dripped onto the floor below her. “What a mess, ” I smiled. “I guess you can help me out with one last thing, huh Lucy?” I released the shackles pinning her arms and legs to the wall, and she collapsed to the floor. “Be a good girl and clean up this mess, would you?” I shoved her head closer to the pool, and I guess she was too exhausted and shocked to refuse. She slowly knelt over, and began gingerly lapping at the puddle. 

Another for sale sign was driven into the flower beds at the front of the building, with a small plastic box attached to the post, half full of mildewed paper flyers. I pulled a flyer from the box and walked around the front, reading. A photo of smiling Clem Jones, the real estate agent, stared out at me from the front of the page. Clem was literally gushing with nifty information about the building - he told me all about the square footage, the improvements previous tenants had made for business zoning, and heck, look at the view.
I was halfway around the place, fighting around some thorny old rose bushes, before good old Clem let me in on an important little secret.
The key to the place was in a little lockbox, right at the front door. And look buddy, here’s the combination. Go right ahead and have a look around.
Crazy how trusting folks out here in the sticks are.
Good old Clem was right on. I found the lockbox, bonked it around a bit to shake off the rust, found the keys, and walked inside to have that look around. The place had been an old surf shop, once. A counter ran the length of the back wall, next to a stairwell leading to a landing that wound around the front room. Another door led off into a backroom. A few moldy posters hung behind the counter area. Trash littered the floor. Thick beams supported the ceiling in the main room, with heavy, metal hooks driven into them at regular intervals. A couple old surf boards had been left behind, still attached to chains dangling from the ceiling hooks.
And Clem was right again. The front windows, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, had a great view of the ocean. I rubbed a little dirt and grime away with my hand, and peered out at the little beach cove across the highway.
I smiled. Perfect.

I followed the family in their blue Volvo for a few blocks and eased into the grocery store parking lot right behind them.
The side trip to the A Frame had taken longer than I thought, and I was hungry. It was almost noon, and my stomach was rumbling. The traffic this morning was brisk. The town was bigger than I’d thought it would be, and every church in town seemed to have let out at the same time. My van idled next to the Volvo at a stop light, and I watched the woman in the passenger seat clip coupons from a newspaper. She noticed me staring blankly her way. I gave her a little shake of the head and a smile. Silly me, all zoned out. She smiled back, agreeing with my goofiness. When the light turned green, I eased into the Volvo’s lane and followed it toward the golden arches down the road. Just my luck, they were going shopping, not to get grease-burgers for their kids. The store was big, with signs advertising electronics, appliances, apparel, a deli, you name it. The deli sign caught my eye and my stomach growled at me again. A fresh sandwich sounded a hell of a lot better than a bucket of fries, so I decided to follow my new friend inside.
I parked a spot or two away from the family and watched Mom pull the kids out of the car and Dad grab some empty soda cans from the trunk. The whole family looked like they were dressed in their Sunday best. Dad wore a sweater over a dress shirt with a tie and slacks, the two boys both dressed just like him. The little girl wore a pink dress with patent leather shoes. Very cute. Now that she was out of the damn car, Mom was actually pretty attractive for someone with three kids, just starting to show some age in the spread of her hips, some flab in her arms. She was short - even in high heels, the top of her head might just reach my chin. Her dark, wavy hair was cut at an angle away from a nicely tanned neck. She wore dangling silver earrings and a matching necklace over a tight, purple, sequin vest-shirt that ended just above black nylon slacks that were cut wide at the legs. The outfit was kind of goofy - the metallic shirt looked like something out a bad musical, but it was cut low in the front and showed a little cleavage, and was open up the lower part of her back. She tossed her bangs back out of her eyes and absently tucked a purple, satin bra strap back over her bare shoulder. I watched her ass swish and followed them to the bottle return machines. A short, filthy bum dumped a dirty bag full of crumpled beer cans into a machine while a couple of his buddy bums waited and panhandled each customer not smart enough to detour out of the way.

Mom took the cans, and dad and the kids jogged over to grab one of the dwindling supplies of shopping carts. Dad and the kids wheeled away with the cart towards the entry of the store, leaving Mom alone with the bums. And me.
The bums eyed her as the bottle machine burped out her ticket.
“Hey, lady! Spare some change?”
Mom glanced at the bum who spoke, a big, foul, greasy-haired guy with crumbs in his beard. She tried to ignore him and grabbed her receipt, but he and his friends blocked her way.
A short, scrawny guy with no teeth piped up, “My buddies and I could sure use some change for something to drink, y’know?”
“Sorry, but I didn’t bring a purse.” Mom searched the empty parking lot for Dad, but he and the kids were already inside. The third bum quietly stood by, licking his lips and watching a car leave the parking lot.
No Teeth pointed at the ticked clutched in Moms hand. “How ‘bout that bottle money there?”
“I promised my daughter I’d give her this for a treat.” Mom tried to inch around the tall bum. He pressed against her and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, c’mon lady, please…” he almost begged as she cringed and backed away towards the entry doors, shaking her head.
“I’m Sorry, I can’t.”

My cue. Time for the hero to join in. I picked a crushed beer can off the ground, felt a familiar tingling at the back of my head. The pavement shifted a little under my feet as my perspective adjusted. The bums looked around, startled, as I walked in behind them and pointed at a machine. “Mind if I use one of these for a sec?” That got their attention. They turned to me, completely ignoring Mom as she snuck off, her precious change safe from the mean, ugly bums.
The Quiet Bum watched her go, like he wanted to follow her, but Big Bum shrugged his shoulders and pointed. “Naw. That one on the end don’t work though.” His breath washed over me. The three of them out-stank the smell of spoiled beer that permeated the bottle machines.
I decided to make small talk, let Mom get out of range. “You fellas doin’ okay? Folks around here being generous today?”
No teeth snorted. “Hardly nobody givin’ us shit today. We’re just tryin’ to make an honest livin’, y’know? Get us enough change to buy some smokes and a little to drink.”
Big Bum jerked his thumb back the way Mom left. “Miss snooty bitch didn’t want to share anything with us nasty motherfuckers, though.”
No Teeth wheezed a laugh. “Nasty motherfuckers like us might just want more than spare change.” He grabbed at his crotch. “Bitches like that just don’t know.”
“Fucking bisth. She only had four fucking cans, too.” The Quiet Bum stuck his tongue into the space where his front teeth should’ve been, and licked his upper lip.
“Damn the man” I said.
“And fuck his bisth” lisped the Quiet Bum.
I looked at them, my bottle ticket in hand. “Are you serious about that?”
Quiet Bum eyed me back, squinting. “Wha’ you talking about, misther?”
I stuffed the receipt into my pocket and pulled out a fistful of bills. No Teeth and Big Bum looked at each other and grinned. Quiet Bum glanced at the cash, then back at me.
“I’m talking about a little snooty-bitch payback,” I straightened out the cash as Quiet Bum licked at his lip, coughed and spit.
“You serious?”
I handed him the wad of money.
“Damn.” He smiled. “What we goin’ do, brother?”

Something strange happened to me a while back. I don’t know how or why the changes happened. Looking back, I can see small instances occuring from early on in my teenage years. And I can pinpoint the first, full-blown experience, where I knew for sure something wasn’t normal.
One afternoon, I dropped off my mother-in-law to baby sit my niece and nephew. My brother-in-law, Ken, had landed a new, high-paying job, and he and his wife, Laura, had just purchased a ridiculously big house in a wealthy suburb on the outskirts of town. They were throwing a “game night” to show off the new house to their new yuppie friends. Of course, we were invited too, if for no other reason than to bring Granny by for the night so they didn’t have to deal with their kids for a few hours.
I walked Granny to the door as Laura walked out. She was “just off to pick up a few things for the evening, the kids are downstairs in the playroom, I’ll be back soon”. Laura’s car was ripping out of the driveway before she could say “ta-taa” and blow us kisses. Granny asked me to drop her bags off in her room, and she headed in search of the rug rats while I grunted my way upstairs.

I found the guest room (I guessed, anyway), and left the bags on the bed.
Laura and Ken had been talking for so long about how great this house was, I thought I should give myself the grand tour. So I did. I found the kids rooms, the attic, the stairs to the basement, the kitchen. Checked out the fridge and grabbed a soda. I walked through the rest of the house sipping my ‘Dew until I found the master bedroom.
The bedroom was huge. A small office was set up in the corner. Exercise equipment surrounded a messy king size bed that faced a widescreen television and matching dressers. The master bath angled off from the office area, next to glass doors opening out to a small deck that overlooked the backyard.

The voyeur in me popped out and really took hold. I set my soda on a dresser and opened the top drawer. Ken’s stuff. I closed the drawer and moved to the next dresser. Score for me! Here one of the smaller drawers yielded bras and panties. I grinned and grabbed a handful of Laura’s lingerie - I’ve always had a fetish for lacy, silky stuff. I shoved my face into Laura’s panties and breathed deep. Her panties felt cool and soft and smooth, and they smelled like, well, flowers. I smiled at myself in the mirror above the dresser as I rubbed my face with the panties.

I’d never really understood what Ken had first seen in Laura. He’d always been a pretty active guy - he spent his weekends climbing at the mountain, biking, skiing. When they started dating, Laura had looked like a pudgy bird with a bad fashion sense. She had a round face with strangely angular features and a sharp, pointy nose. She was kind of flabby, with a huge ass set below a tiny little waist that looked like it could barely support her melon-sized breasts. Her titties were so big, she always looked about to tip over. She was pretty, actually, but you had to look for it, then. She and I seemed to get along okay, but back then she was really quiet around most of the family, and I didn’t spend much time with them, just an odd dinner here or family holiday there.
Then Laura got pregnant and gained a bunch of weight. I didn’t see her much then. After her pregnancy, she turned into a fitness queen. At the gym early every morning, all low-fat this, low-carb that. Started shopping at the Gap. Suddenly, her tiny little waist trimmed up, and that big, flabby ass turned into a firm, bubbly bootie. Her breasts perked up, and she started wearing low-cut shirts that showed off her chest. She started smiling more, and she gave great, lingering hugs.
I’ve gotta say, then I kinda liked being around her.

One night, we’d all gone out to dinner, and all she and Ken could talk about was this art festival they’d been to, and how they met this great painter and just had to buy one of his prints, and blah, blah, blah… Then Laura turned to me and asked, since Ken had a business trip, would I want to spend the next weekend at the festival with her? We could drive down Friday night and get a hotel room, then drive back up late Saturday or even stay until Sunday.
Seriously? Heck, yeah. I, mean, umn, sure, okay, I guess that sounds like fun. You bet. That okay with you sweetie? Really? Okay, then, it’s a plan.
The trip never happened. Somehow I knew it was too good to be true. And then she got knocked up again. She gained back a bunch of weight. Got moody. Out went the lingering hugs, and the seemingly innocent request to spend a weekend checking out bad paintings with her became a distant memory.

That was a few years ago. After the last kid, Laura had hit the aerobics classes hard again, and looked better than ever. But something had changed. Her mood swings got worse, she got more and more demanding of Ken, her kids had to be perfect and had to attend better schools. Their cars weren’t up to snuff. The property values around their house seemed to be pretty low for their standards, too.
Therefore the new job, new house, new friends. But today I found myself staring at the painting above their bed, wondering about that night Laura had asked me to spend the weekend with her, and what if things had been a little different. I imagined the new, fit Laura lying on the bed next to me, wearing nothing but the lacy underwear I held in my hands. I realized that maybe Ken had seen the new Laura before anyone else, buried somewhere in the old Laura’s body.

I decided I had to take a leak.
I stuffed the underwear back in her drawer and walked into a bathroom bigger than my living room. I found the toilet next to the door, right by a Jacuzzi easily large enough for two people to soak comfortably. Melted candles stuck to the edge of the tub, and by the matching his and her sinks in the counter. A walk-in shower was set into the far wall. I groaned at the candles and I watched myself in the mirror as I pissed.
And as the last trickles of my urine blipped off the edge of the toilet, a faint itch, a tingle started at the back of my head, the short hairs on my neck suddenly stood on end, and Laura walked into the bedroom, humming to herself, sipping from a glass of wine.

Standing there with the door wide open, my dick in my hand and my pants hanging off my ass, I prayed she wouldn’t turn around.
Sound stopped, for just a second. My eyes blurred and my skin twitched, and I grabbed at a towel rack as the room spun out from under me. My entire body tingled.
And then Laura walked right into the bathroom.
I smashed myself against the wall, frozen, my dick forgotten in my hand. Laura looked around, like she’d heard an odd sound. Looked right at me, right through me. She shrugged like finding her brother-in-law in her bathroom with his pants down was an everyday occurrence, set her wine glass down on the Jacuzzi and kicked off her shoes.
And then Laura took off her t-shirt.
Holy shit. She took off her shirt!

I watched with my mouth hanging open as Laura unzipped her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. She grazed my penis with her ass as she bent over to pull off her pants, and my dick decided to remind me it was hanging around. Just to be useful, it gave a good throb, and stuck straight out, pushing right into her white cotton panties. A dizzying flood of horniness washed over me. Laura pulled one leg out of her pants, shifting her body, and my hardening cock slid up the crack of her ass and rested there, pointing up towards the small of her back. She kicked her jeans out of the way and started the water going in the Jacuzzi, pouring in something that made bubbles. The slight movement of her hips caused my dick to slide slowly up and down on her panties, and I let out a small groan of pleasure. Her tits rubbed against the tub as she dropped in some bath salts, and I felt the first bit of pre-cum ooze out of my dick, saw it smear on her panties as she moved. Laura reached back and slipped her panties down to her knees. I heard a soft, fleshy smack as my dick plopped onto the bare skin of her ass.

I tried to get a grip on myself and wondered what the fuck was going on. She wasn’t just ignoring me. She didn’t even look back when my dick flopped onto her butt. She didn’t seem to have any idea I was even there.
Laura kicked her panties onto the floor with her jeans. She stood up and my dick slid down the crack of her ass, the tip burying itself into the space just between her legs. She unsnapped her bra, a plain, old, ripped cotton thing. I vaguely wondered why, with all the lacy, sexy lingerie she had tucked away in her drawer, was she wearing nasty, ratty underwear now? Not that I was complaining at the moment, really, but why didn’t women wear the good stuff all the time? Why save it?
I forgot about it as the bra fell into the pile of clothes on the floor. Laura lit some candles, and slid into the Jacuzzi with a sigh. She settled into the bubbles and sipped her wine, and I held my throbbing dick and waited to wake up.

I watched as she bathed. Watched her sip her wine, the rise and fall of the water around her breasts. And I leaned over the tub and mouthed another quiet little prayer. The back of my head tingled again, a little. Then she set her glass on the floor, leaned back, and ran her hands up over her breasts, her nipples. Her hands slid down to her crotch, began to slowly rub between her legs. My mouth dropped open and my dick throbbed again.
Holy shit again.
I glanced at myself in the mirror while Laura masturbated for me, with my dick, swollen and purple, feeling heavy as a rock in my hand. I heard her moan quietly, and I decided to test the waters, so to speak.
“Laura, turn on the water jets.” I said it as quietly as I could. She never looked at me, never gave any indication that she heard me. “Turn them on high.”
The tingling sensation spread, got stronger. And she turned on the water.
“Spread your legs, Laura. Let the water play with your pussy.”
She shifted closer to the side of the tub and threw her leg over the edge, sending water splashing onto the floor.

My pants were still down around my knees, so I shuffled around the tub until I was standing directly in front of Laura. Her eyes were squeezed shut, the tip of her tongue just touching her upper lip. She was breathing heavily, making soft little happy noises, and I could almost make out her hands under the swirling water as she rubbed her pussy.
“Let the water do that Laura. I want you to play with your tits.” As I talked to her, the tingling sensation at the base of my skull began to spread, slowly, down through the rest of my body. I started to jack off, pointing my dick into the tub. “ I want you to squeeze your big fucking titties for me. I want you to pinch your nipples so hard that they hurt.”
Her hips were gyrating now, splashing more water out of the tub. She squeezed her tits so hard she squealed. The tingling in my head got stronger.
“I want you to cum for me. Come on, Laura, do it for me, come on baby…” Laura groaned, and her hips jerked up out of the water. I got a perfect glimpse of her wet pussy with water beading off her pubic hair, her fingers sliding slowly up and down, in and out of her pussy lips. Laura arched her back, hard, pushing with her head and neck as her stomach muscles bunched, and she gasped as a jet of pussy juice squirted into the tub. Her breath caught as her hips jerked back down, then up into the air again, sending water splashing and another jet of cum spraying out of her pussy.

“Oh, fuck Laura, don’t stop, keep coming baby…” I couldn’t hold on any longer. My hand was furiously jerking away at my dick as Laura rode out her orgasm, her tits squeezed in a death grip, her body contorting in and out of the water. I shot a thick stream of cum all over her titties and she rubbed the cum into her breasts, over her nipples. Another long spurt ended up covering her belly, slowly washing away into the water. I kept jerking my dick until my balls went dry.
Oh wow, that felt good.
I looked at all the cum I’d spewed over Laura. Where the hell did that all come from? It was like somebody’d just turned on a fire hose.
The strange feeling in my head had subsided into a nice warm, friendly buzzing, and as I watched Laura’s hips move up and down, I felt my body start to relax. I thought about taking off the rest of my clothes and slipping into the tub with her, what her pussy would feel like, nice and warm and wet and…

And I started to come back to my senses, but Laura was still fighting her orgasm. The muscles in her neck clenched in tight bunches as her head pushed her body further out of the water. Her back bent sharply up as her belly spasmed, her fingers digging into breasts, water shloshing out of the tub as she thrashed around. She gasped for air with each muscle spasm and gave little cries as fountains of cum squirted out from her cunt, over her legs. Pain and fear mingled with lust on Laura’s face, and my dick started to throb again, as if to say, Boy, climb on top of that pussy, it’s waiting for us. Just shove me on in and ride that bitch for all she’s worth. Let me do my job.
I pulled up my pants, tried to shake myself out of my delirium. I walked out of the bathroom, leaving Laura still bucking wildly in the tub, and walked out to my car. I got in and sat for a second, staring up at the bedroom window. Then, quietly, “Laura, sweetheart, relax now. I’ll see you later tonight.”
The tingling left, as quickly as it came, with a flash of dizziness. I grabbed the steering with both hands and waited for it to pass, then I drove home, wondering what the party later that evening might bring and my dick raging at me all the way.

We arrived late.
Jennifer and I waited at the front door in an icy quiet. We’d been fighting lately, and initially neither of us had wanted to come to the party. Jennifer hated having to deal with her family and their friends, and until a few hours ago, I’d felt the same way. But after this afternoon, wild horses couldn’t keep me away. I argued that she had promised her brother that we’d go, so, here we were. I rang the doorbell as Jennifer glared at the door, sulking.

Ken answered the door with a pool stick in his hand, and invited us in. Jennifer’s bad mood seemed to evaporate once she stepped inside. A few people milled around the front room, and Ken made some introductions for us, then took us on a quick tour of the main floor. Jennifer ooo’d and aaah’d over the house. I’d been fantasizing about how Laura might react when she saw me since I’d left that afternoon. We met her in the game room, already full of their buddies shooting pool and playing air hockey. Laura was sitting on the couch, chatting with a couple young ladies, each of them sipping champagne, and she stood to greet us. She looked fantastic. She wore a red silk wraparound skirt with a low-cut black silk blouse, sandals that tied around her calves, and a small pearl necklace and matching earrings. The ladies she was talking with smiled at us from the couch, each of them looking us up and down. Jennifer gave them both a little fake smile and followed her brother over to the pool table. All three women turned their attention towards me.

I smiled and hugged Laura. I wondered if she was still wearing the same underwear she’d had on earlier. She was a little flushed, as if she’d had a little too much to drink already. When she gave me her usual light squeeze of a hug, the back of my neck started buzzing again. I rubbed my cheek against hers, her breath suddenly hot against my neck. I pulled her a little closer, felt her breasts press against my chest and thanked her for inviting us to the party. She pressed back for a second then pushed gently away, shaking her head, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Then she was back to being the hostess, told me to have fun, that food and drinks were in the kitchen if I wanted anything. Laura’s friends watched me watch her mingle, the tingling in my neck spreading out into my body again. I smiled at them as Laura announced that she was going to get dinner ready and walked off to the kitchen.

I sat with the ladies, Katie and Emma, flirted, and watched the games. Jennifer had apparently decided to ignore me in favor of her brother tonight, and that was fine by me. My plans for the evening didn’t involve her either.
I was trying to decide if I should join Laura in the kitchen when Ken’s best friend Steve showed up with his new wife, Lisa. Ken played the perfect host again, and introduced them around the room. I’d met Steve a few times before, and from family gossip knew that he’d just married a stewardess that he’d met on a recent business trip, but I’d not yet met Lisa. I watched her as Ken walked them around the room. Lisa would’ve made Hugh Hefner a happy man - she looked like she’d stepped out a Playboy photo shoot. Her dark hair was cut in a long bob that framed her heart-shaped face, and she had a caramel complexion with dark brown eyes and a mouth made for blow jobs. She wore a gauzy, light blue blouse tucked into a tight, knee length black skirt that was slit halfway up the back, showing off shapely legs cased in black stockings, and she wore long black heels on her small feet. Ken handed her a glass of wine, and she sipped it as he introduced us.

I stood and she shook my hand and said hello. The buzzing in my head zipped off the scale, and I almost fell back onto the couch as Ken and Steve jumped back into the foosball competition. Lisa smiled at me and held my hand.
A second or two ticked by, Lisa and I just smiling away at each other, holding hands, before Katie and Emma invited her into the kitchen.
I managed a weak “nice to meet you” as they giggled down the hall. I tried to look interested in the games for a few minutes, then gave up and decided to go find a snack.
The kitchen ran along the back of the house. Laura and her friends sat around a table nestled into an eating nook, all of them drinking and giggling as they played a board game. The nook opened out into a family room, and I found Lisa sitting on a sofa by herself, watching the action, I asked if I could join her and she nodded, smiling her little smile at me again. We lounged on the sofa, and Lisa told me all about meeting Steve, and her job with the airline, and that she’d felt uncomfortable coming to the party because she didn’t know anyone and had to leave for a flight later that night. I laughed, and told her a lot of the same things about myself, and tried take in her entire body without being too obvious and slimy about it.

I don’t know how long we sat, talking, but Lisa had polished off several glasses of wine by the time Laura plopped between us on the sofa. We were the only three people left in the kitchen. Laura pulled the soda out of my hand and snuggled up against me. Lisa sat up a little straighter.
“You two seem to have hit it off.” Laura’s head leaned back against my shoulder and she tried to look at both of us at the same time.
Lisa finished her drink. “Where did everybody go?”
“It’s the big Twister competition. Looks like we’re the only ones who don’t wanna join in” Laura shrugged and giggled. “It’s not naked Twister, so who cares?”
Lisa giggled back, and glanced around. “I think I need to use the restroom, then go see how Steve’s doing…”
“You can have a little more privacy in our bathroom upstairs.” Laura pointed to a door. “Just take a right, up the stairs and down the hall”
“Got it. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Laura watched Lisa shut the door behind her. My arm rested along the top of the sofa, and she pulled my hand into hers, and twisted her body a little, tucking her head under my chin. Her hair smelled sweet. It reminded me of the smell of her bath this afternoon. She against me, pulled my arm tighter around her and looked up at my face.
Her free hand moved to my face, and stroked my cheek. “Matt, I…” She squirmed against me, her voice low and husky. “I had a…a dream about you today.”
My breath caught in my chest, and the tingling in my head neck buzzed louder. She looked into my eyes trying to find the right words, kept gently touching my face. “Do you remember when I asked you to the art fair a few years ago? We talked about getting a hotel room and spending the weekend?”
I nodded.
“I used to have this fantasy that we really went, and… and we got really close. You know?” She looked down at my hand, wrapped in hers.
My mouth moved, and I tried to come up with something suave to say. Not as easy as you might think. I managed to croak “Really?”
She smiled up at me and nodded. “It was the same one today, but really intense.” She played with the back my hand for a second, looked back up at me. “Matt, have you ever, you know, slept with anybody else?”
“Besides Jennifer? Well, yeah. Of course.”
She blushed. “No I figured that, I mean…” she drifted off, looked back at my hand. “I mean, have you ever had an affair?”
My mouth dropped open. “Uh…, Laura…” I had no idea what to say to that. “No.”

She looked back at me, shrugged, and touched my chin with her fingers. “Ken was my first, and I’ve never…well, you know.” Laura smiled, and her hand moved behind my head and pulled me to her. “But tonight, I think…” She drifted off again, and I felt her lips softly touch mine, watched her eyes close. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and she leaned her body back into mine, used her hand to move mine up her stomach, made me cup her breast. I felt her nipple harden through the silk of her blouse. She moaned, kissed me harder. I felt my world tilt again, and suddenly I could feel myself flowing into her, sharing her body. I felt her kiss, her mouth, her breast, still sensitive from the afternoon, her nipple stiffen under my hand. I opened my eyes, and I was looking back at myself, my eyes wide with surprise. I watched Laura’s hand slide from my neck, but I was watching from Laura’s eyes. I felt the warm wetness between her thighs, and then just as quickly, the room spun again, and I was back in my own body, tingling all over, like every inch of me had pins and needles. Laura smiled back at me, uncertainly.
And my dick was throbbing.
A lusty shout echoed from the game room. I gently disengaged myself from Laura, slipping off the sofa. I smiled at her and kissed her again, just to make sure it happened. She kissed me back, touching my hips, trying to pull me back to the couch.
“I think it’s my turn to use the bathroom, and I think you might have had a little too much champagne tonight. Why don’t you rest until the party’s over, okay?” Laura smiled and curled up on the sofa. She was asleep by the time I opened the door to the hall.

My dick was screaming at me about leaving Laura again, and I tried to ignore it and walk up the stairs to the bedroom without falling over.
I heard water running as I walked into the bedroom. I peeked around the corner to the bathroom and found Lisa at the sink, touching up her make up. I was in luck. She was still here.
I watched Lisa pack her things into a small bag, and I closed my eyes while she washed her hands. I wasn’t quite sure yet what I wanted to do, but I knew I needed more time and privacy than the sofa downstairs would have provided for me and Laura. I thought I was beginning to get an idea about my newfound abilities.
I wanted to experiment.

The now familiar sensation of pins and needles washed over me as I concentrated, trying to form a picture in my mind, and the room spun around me for a second. When I opened my eyes and looked back into the bathroom, Lisa stood, staring at herself in the mirror, her feet were spread as far apart as her skirt would allow, with her back arched and her butt up in the air, her hands braced against the counter. In my head, I’d pictured her on all fours on the floor, but this was pretty close. I smiled at the look of shock on her face. She tried to move, but just succeeded in knocking her bag to the floor.
She gasped as I stepped into the bathroom. “Matt! What are you doing here?”
There was a note of hysteria in her voice. I tried to look surprised.
“Lisa…sorry, I just had to use the bathroom. I didn’t think you’d still be up here.” Her body shook. I bent over to look at her face, rubbed my hand reassuringly on her back. “Hey, are you alright? You look a little green.”
Actually, she looked on the verge of crying. Her body gave little jerks, shaking as she struggled. “I can’t move,” she whispered.
I smiled, concerned. “What?”
“I can’t move. I can’t move,” she stared at me, not understanding what was happening.
“You can’t move,” I repeated. “Lisa, maybe you had a little too much to drink tonight. Why don’t we…”
She looked up at me again, her brown eyes pleading with me. “I’m not drunk, please…”
“You’re just kidding, right?”
She let her head drop, fighting back tears.

I stood up straight, smiling, and walked over to the toilet, unzipping my pants. She watched, frozen, fear forming on her face, as I took a leak. I sighed as I finished and shook myself dry.
“Matt, what’s going on…” Tears rolled down Lisa’s cheeks, and I moved behind her, my dick screaming at me again. I felt the desire flood my body again, the ache for release building deep in my balls. I ran my hands over her ass, then spanked her hard, watching her face in the mirror. Her eyes bugged out as her body jerked forward, and I slapped her ass again and again. Every time she tried to talk, I whacked her in the butt, until her face was red and the tears were pouring down her cheeks. Then I grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up over her hips. She let out a low, quavering moan and shook her head violently from side to side as her skirt ripped where it was slit open. Underneath, Lisa wore a lacy black silk slip, and I pulled that over her ass too. My breath hitched and my dick throbbed up and down at the sight of a pair of black lace panties over a black garter belt. I slid my hand lightly up her stockings, cupping her pussy, gently rubbing, exploring.
“Goddamn, Lisa. Nice ass.” Amazing. Very witty, when I’m horny. “I don’t want you to say anything now, understand? I’m going fuck your ass, and I want you to be very fucking quiet.”
I wrapped my fist in her panties and pulled them off to the side, exposing her pussy lips and the crack of her ass. I grabbed a squirt bottle of liquid soap from the counter, popped the top, pushed the tip into her ass and squirted soap into her butt until it dripped out and down into her pussy. She squealed a little as I grabbed my dick with my other hand, pressed it against her little brown butt hole and pushed hard. Her ass was slick from the soap, and the tip of my dick slipped inside without a fight. I felt Lisa’s body stiffen under me and I grabbed her shoulders for leverage, stuffed myself into her until I felt my balls slap against her pussy.

I heard myself groan with pleasure. Lisa tossed her head back, and I grabbed her brown hair and pulled towards me, forcing her back to bend, pulling her ass closer to me. Her tits strained against her blouse, and I started fucking her hard and fast, watching them bounce up and down. The muscles in Lisa’s asshole twitched and spasmed as she tried to accommodate me. I wanted to see her tits, so I let go of her hair and wrapped her in a bear hug, my fingers sliding into the seam of her blouse, and yanked, popping the buttons, pulling it open down to her belly button. I almost came, seeing her tits in her black, lacy bra, her little, juicy pink nipples sticking out. I cupped her breasts with my hands and squeezed them while I fucked her ass. I kissed her neck and bit at her shoulders and ears, and slammed my dick hard into her.
Lisa’s eyes rolled back into her head as I fucked her. I smiled and moved her arms so they wrapped up and around my neck, so I had a better view of her titties. My balls began twitching, and I decided that I wanted to cum in her pussy. I pulled out of her ass and lowered her to the floor, turning her onto her back, then I wedged myself between her legs and wrapped them around my back. I pulled her panties away from her pussy again, and shoved my way in.

“WHoooo, Lisa. This is what I’ve wanted to do all night.” I breathed into her ear as I eased my weight onto her body. The tingling sensation was screaming through me now, and I wanted Lisa to fuck me back. She started to nuzzle my neck with her mouth, and I smiled at the look of dismay on her face as she grabbed my hands, wrapping her fingers in mine, digging her nails into my arms. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she was easily taking me in now. Her back arched, pushing her ass off the ground, letting me further into her, and she mashed her tits against my chest. I kissed her, felt her little tongue push deep into my mouth as she kissed me back. She made sweet little sounds as she ground her hips against me, and I could feel the smooth silk of her stockings as her legs clenched around my back.

Then I had a crazy thought. I slowed down a little, pulled away slightly. Lisa whimpered and tried to pull me back.
“You like it now, don’t you Lisa?” She wouldn’t look at me, but she nodded quickly, grabbing at my ass. I pushed her hands away, pinning them to the floor.
“Lisa, I want to make me cum. Can you do that? Answer me.”
Lisa nodded frantically. “Yesss, ohhh, please…” She ground against me. I wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate.
“Can you get pregnant Lisa? Are you on the pill?”
A look of panic swept over her face. “N…N…nooo…not on the pill…” She wiggled her crotch against me, and I smiled at her.
“Good, Lisa. I want to knock you up. Do you understand? Do you want me to get you pregnant?” The sensation that swept over me when Lisa nodded almost made me pass out. She pulled me against her with more force than I could fight, and whispered softly in my ear as she fucked me, “I want to have your baby, I want it soooo baad, ohhhhh…cum in my pussy, cum in me baby…”

She kissed me again, and threw her body into me, knocking the breath out of me. I braced myself against the floor as she grabbed my ass, and I let her fuck me. My orgasm came hard and fast, and she pulled me tightly against her as I spurted a huge load of hot cum into her, over and over. I found myself laying on her a few moments later, both of us panting, her hands still grabbing my ass, my fingers tangled in her hair. I pulled out of her, and she whimpered a little, clutching at me. I looked at her lying there and smiled down on her.
“That’s my girl. It’s getting late, I’m sure your husband’s going to be looking for you. I think you should be leaving pretty soon. But I want you to call me every couple of weeks, and we’re going to meet for lunch. And every month or so, you’re going to tell your husband that you have to work a weekend layover flight, and then you’ll call me. You can get my cell number from Laura. Do you understand?” Lisa nodded without opening her eyes.
I pulled up my pants and left her lying there, panting, the muscles in her stomach still twitching, and went back downstairs to find my wife, absently wondering just what the hell was going on with me.

Mom was standing behind me at the pizza counter, her kids all talking at once, giving her three different pizza orders all at the same time.
Back at the store, my new homeless buddies had taken to my idea, and while I had the three of them shopping for supplies, I hunted down my new favorite family and followed them around the store, back to their car, and then all the way down the main drag to this pizza parlor. I managed to park and be waiting at the counter, ordering my lunch, when the gang walked in.
The kids all wanted something different to eat, and they all had to go to the bathroom. Mom patiently waited out all the requests, and when they finished, Dad handed her a few bills and escorted the kids to the bathrooms. I turned around, my order ticket in hand, and bumped right into her.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t…” I trailed off, ‘surprised’ to find her standing there.
A big smile as she recognized me. “It’s…well! Hi!”
“Small world, huh?” Up close, Mom was very attractive, even with the dumb shirt. I gave her my most flattering smile, and she blushed a little, glancing down, then back at me from under her curly bangs. Pretty. I extended my hand and introduced myself. “I’m Matt, um…”
She flicked her bangs back off her forehead. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Gail.” Her skin was soft and warm, and her breasts jiggled a little as she shook my hand. I could just smell a hint of perfume.

We stood there, holding hands, goofy smiles plastered on our faces. “Well,” I said finally, and held up my receipt. “I guess I should let you order.”
She reached out and gently grabbed my elbow. “Hey, I, umn, I should thank you for earlier.” She fidgeted with her money, then looked me in the eye. “Those men, they…well.”
I patted her shoulder. “Anytime, anytime. You have a great lunch.”
I moved to the drink counter, and caught Mom sneaking glances at me while she placed her pizza order.

The restaurant had a main floor, just away from the counters, with picnic style benches set up for parties and families. A large salad bar stood in the middle of the floor, and a game room for the kids was set up by the entry. A set of stairs capped each end of the floor, leading up to a deck area that circled the entire restaurant, with booths and tables set against the windows. I picked a booth in one of the corners with a good view of the restaurant, set my drink on the table, and eased myself in to wait for my pizza. The place was packed. I had a great view of Mom’s family as they claimed an empty picnic table right in front of me, at the other end of the floor. Mom handed the kids paper menus and crayons, passed around their sodas, and split a pitcher of beer with her husband. She sat down facing me, sipping her beer off the mess left by the last family, sat across from Mom and played tic-tac-toe with their oldest boy. I watched Mom color with her kids, wipe her daughters’ face with a napkin, laugh at a joke her son told her. Her hair liked to flop down over her eyes; I liked the way she flipped it back, tucking her long bangs behind her ear.

A cute, perky employee brought my pizza out to me and took my ticket away. I munched pizza and noticed the teenage girl sitting in the booth in front of me, glaring at her parents and little brother with that look of complete, utter boredom, dislike and irritation that only teenage girls have perfected. She was really pretty, had all the makings of a teenage heartbreaker. Long, thick, dark hair framed a beautiful face with a button nose, sparkling brown eyes and a perfect, sweet little bow of a mouth. She had a dark, cocoa-like complexion and sported a nice, even tan.
She caught me staring at her, and I gave her the same smile that I’d given Mom earlier. She blushed sweetly, bit her lower lip and smiled back. I watched her play with her pizza, and I gave her ‘come hither’ looks to entertain myself while I ate. She surprised me a little by ignoring her family and shooting ‘come and get me’ looks right back at me. She gave her parents a surly look as they finished eating and got ready to leave. She smiled at me over her moms shoulder, and she stopped right in front of me as they trooped by my table. She was wearing a faded old football jersey that was maybe three sizes too big, cut off high at the waist, and light grey sweatpants were rolled down low on her hips. When she stood, I noticed that her belly button was pierced, and she was wearing flip-flops and had a silver ring on her little toe. Not your typical coastal town high-schooler.

I looked up to find her smiling down at me, and she dropped a crumpled napkin on my table. Then she followed her family to the door, paused and wiggled a cell phone at me, and walked outside without another look.
I watched her go, then looked from the doors to the napkin. I glanced over at Mom, daintily nibbling at a slice of pizza.
I picked up the napkin and smoothed it out on the table in front of me. In a soft cursive the girl had written: I’m Cari. Call me. And she’d given me her cell number.
Mom and the family had just about polished off their lunch. I shoved the napkin into my pocket and decided to get down to business.

Gail looked around the bench in a panic. They were ready to leave, and she couldn’t find her purse.
“Are you sure you brought it?” Jim asked.
“I’m positive. I think I must’ve left it at the store.” Gail really wasn’t sure, but the more she thought about it, that was the only explanation. She must’ve left it in their cart after they’d packed everything up. “Can we go back to get it, see if it’s in the lost and found?”
Jim looked at the kids and sighed quietly to himself. He’d had a long morning already, and didn’t want to go hunt for a purse he was sure Gail hadn’t left the house with.
Little Jaime yawned and rubbed at her eyes. “Mommy, I wanna go home.”
Gail smacked her head. “Shit, maybe I left it at the church. Oh shit.”
Jim hated it when Gail got like this. Swearing in front of the kids. And on a Sunday, too. He shook his head in resignation. She wouldn’t let it go until she retraced every step they’d taken this morning. That could take hours, and all he wanted to do was lay down. He could already feel a food coma sneaking up on him.
Then he had an idea. “Hey, honey, why don’t you take the car and go look. We’re just a few blocks from the house. I’ll just walk the kids home, and we’ll all take a nap.”
Relief flooded Gail’s eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah. I think we’re all pretty tired, so you go ahead.”
“What about the groceries?”
That’s my Gail, Jim thought. Always another problem. “We didn’t get anything that’ll spoil. You go, I’ll get the bags when you get home.” He tried to give Gail a comforting smile, yawned instead.
“You’re sure? It’ll just take a minute or two.”
Jim stood and gathered up Jaime, who snuggled against his cheek. “Do you have your keys?”
Gail patted her hips. “Shit.” She shook her head.
Jim unclipped his car key from his key chain, handed it to his wife and patted her on the forehead, like she was a small child. Then he hiked his daughter up to a more comfortable position, and went off to round up his sons in the game room, yawning all the way.

I watched as Dad left the restaurant, carrying the little girl, shooing the boys out in front of him. Mom went to the bathroom, and then I followed her as she left, watched her get into the Volvo and pull out of the parking lot. I flipped my car keys around my finger as she drove off and grinned from ear to ear, feeling the tingling in my head subsiding a little. With Mom running on a wild goose chase to find a non-existent purse, I figured I had about a half an hour to get back to the a-frame before I needed to have her drive out that way. I could feel that my homeless buddies were on the way too, almost there, and they would be waiting for Mom. I didn’t want to be late.

The plan was going like clockwork. And then, from behind me…
“Hi.” I turned to find the girl, Cari, smiling at me, her hands on her hips. She gave me a once over, and I stared at her with my mouth open.
“I didn’t think you’d call, so I thought I’d come back to give you a chance to ask me out.”
I shook my head. “Really.”
She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Yep.” She stepped closer, stopped just a couple inches away from me, and looked up into my eyes. “I’m Cari.”
I cleared my throat. “Cari. It’s nice to…”
She stood up on her tiptoes and leaned towards me. “What’s your name?”
Ummmn. “I’m Matt.”
“What are you doing this afternoon, Matt?”
Jesus. This girl couldn’t have been more than sixteen, had no idea who I was, and she was close enough for me to kiss. “I, uh, was going to take a drive out to the beach.”
Cari inched even closer. “Sounds like fun.” She smiled hopefully. “When we got home after lunch, my mom told me to go to the beach and meet some kids, play some Frisbee. Do you like Frisbee, Matt?”
I realized this was a losing battle. “No.”
“Neither do I. But I told mom I’d go to the beach,” she pressed a finger against my chest. “And I’d like to go with you.” She shrugged and plopped back down onto her feet. “At least I won’t be lying to her if we go.”
I cleared my throat again. She smelled nice. Oh, the things I wanted to do to her. But I had other plans this afternoon, and I didn’t want to deal with another teenage girl in my life.
“Um, Cari. Excuse me, but, how old are you?”
She walked around me, keeping her finger on my chest. I followed her in a slow turn.
“I’ll be seventeen in a couple weeks.”
“Seventeen.”
She smiled and cocked an eyebrow at me. “You aren’t a Townie, are you?” It was a statement, not a question.
“No.”
“Me either. We just moved here at the beginning of the summer.” Cari stared out at the street, lifted her head to the breeze. I could smell the ocean. She sighed, looked back at me and put both her hands on my chest. “You aren’t some crazy psycho killer, are you?”
You don’t know the half of it, kid.
“Nope.” At least, not yet.
She kissed my cheek, softly. “Then take me to the beach, and we’ll play for a while.”

Cari paused when she saw my van.
“Definitely psycho killer,” she mumbled.
“What’s that?” I grinned maniacally. She grinned back.
“This is really your car?”
“Yep. I decided to take a road trip for my vacation, so I bought this thing to sleep in if I couldn’t find a hotel.”
“Seriously psycho killer.” she had a good laugh, a soft, smoky sound. She yanked the passenger door open and climbed inside. “Whoooo… Shit, it’s hot in here!”
I slammed my door shut, stuck the key in the ignition and started the van with a roar. “Roll down the window. The air conditioning in this thing barely works.”
Cari looked around, back at me, raised that eyebrow again.
I broke down, confessed. “If it makes you feel any better, my other car’s a BMW.”
“Yeah. I bet.” she grinned.
I showed her my key ring, and she cocked her eyebrow again.
“Really. Why would I lie? It’s not like I’m gonna impress you with my cool, happening van.”
She fingered the key with the blue and white BMW symbol stamped on it.
“I think it’s kind of sexy, driving with a psycho.” she pecked my cheek again.
“And I don’t think you know me well enough to call me a psycho killer, then go kissing on me.”
She settled back into her seat and looked out the window, stretched and smiled back at me.
“I think I’ll kiss you whenever I want.” She pointed. “Take me to the beach, and you never know what else I’ll do.”
I rolled my eyes and put the van in gear. “I think I just heard jail doors clanging shut.”
“Only happen if anybody finds out.” She squeezed my knee, and my dick almost exploded. “And I’ll never tell.”
“Finds out what?”
She stretched again, showing off for me. “Drive, Cutie.”
I drove.

Initially, I was supposed to be at the a-frame to participate with the bums when Mom showed up, but my little surprise treat threw a wrench into those plans.
I looked over at Cari, scrunched down in the seat, her arms thrown back around the head rest, half-listening as she told me about her move up from California.
So things had changed. I just had to adapt.

Cari’s parents had pulled her out of her last month of school in L.A., found a house on the beach up here and settled in. Cari had spent the last two weeks of her junior year in a new school where she stuck out like a sore thumb, where most of the guys just wanted to fuck the hot new chick and most of the girls hated her. She’d managed to meet one girl who seemed cool, but she and her family were on vacation for the summer - where else? - in California. So Cari had spent the last month wandering around the town, watching movies, hanging out on the beach and being pissed off at her mom and dad.
“Just wait until September - once the rain starts, you won’t even want to go outside.”
She groaned. “Figures.” She looked at me. “So where are we going, Killer?”
I glanced over at her. She was grinning and playing with her belly ring. I shook my head and let out a long, slow breath.
“Thought you wanted to go to the beach?”
“There was a beach entrance just down the road from the pizza place, by my house.”
Oh.
She hugged her knees to her chest. “But I guess you probably didn’t want to meet my folks, huh?”
“Might not be the best idea, yet.”
She grinned at me again. “Maybe after we run off to Las Vegas together. Sound fun?”
“Which, the meeting your parents part, or running off to ‘Vegas?”
“Vegas.” She hummed a little, and I recognized the wedding march tune. “I’ve always thought getting married at a drive through church would be cool.”
Where the fuck was that parking lot?
She pointed. “Look, there’s a beach access.”
Finally. Thank God. I pulled into the parking lot for the second time that day. No other cars here this time. I parked and we got out of the car. Cari snuck her arm through mine, cocked her head at the van. “You got a Frisbee lying around in there?”
“Nope. We’ll have to figure out something else to do.”
She pressed close against me. “Shouldn’t be too hard to find something fun.”

I led Cari through the woods towards the beach, feeling her body next to me, her hands on my arm.
When we pulled into the lot, I’d tried to locate Mom and my three bums. The tingling washed over me, and I got a clear mental image of the bums, waiting at the a-frame, ready to go. Mom was a little harder to focus on, with Cari distracting me, but the tingling ramped up and I caught her, still driving, heading back from the store. I remembered that she’d had a glass of beer during lunch. That was lucky - without the alcohol in her system, I probably wouldn’t have had any control at this distance. It was going to be hard enough to keep my mind on her and the three guys while I was a few hundred yards across the freeway, dealing with Cari on top of everything else… This would be the first real test of whatever was happening to me, of my limits. I could feel the bums already passing around a bottle of Ripple. That’d help too.
When I’d first started experimenting with my abilities, I’d found that alcohol gave me a big assist. The drunker the subject the better, actually. Pot, acid, and some other drugs were effective in helping me control someone too.

A clearer picture of Mom popped into my head as she drove closer. I concentrated and sent a subtle suggestion her way.
Then Cari and I broke through the cover to the beach. She stopped and looked up and down the coast. The sun was beginning to set, sending waves of color over the horizon, and the surf was beginning to come back in. A few gulls floated in the air and waddled around by the tide pools, but otherwise we were alone.
“Wow,” she said, and pulled me with her, down through the driftwood towards the water. She stopped and took off her flip-flops when we hit the thick, dry sand. I took off my old hiking boots and stuffed them with my socks, rolled up my Levi’s. When we were moving again, I guided her towards the cove I’d found that morning.
She stood, looking out over the water, then pulled me down into the sand. She curled up against me, and we watched the sun set together. My attention kept wandering back to her. I cleared my throat.
“So, why’d you come back to talk to me?”
Cari looked up and smiled her little flirty smile, eyebrow cocked like that was the dumbest question she’d heard all day. “Because you’re cute.”
“Oh. Just for my good looks.”
She looked at me for a long second, and she suddenly seemed a lot older than sixteen, and a little sad. Then she pushed me down into the sand, hooked a leg around me and rolled on top of me. “That’s why I gave you my phone number.” She ran her hand over my face, and I felt her body relax onto mine. “I came back because… because I didn’t want to be alone again today.” She gave me a long searching look, smiled again. “Why did you let me pick you up?”
“Did you give me a choice?”
“Uh-uh.”
And she kissed me.

Gail was beginning to wonder if Jim had been right about her purse. Maybe she had just left it at home. She’d been back to the church and found it locked up tight. Nobody had answered when she pounded at the doors, so she’d driven back to the store. Nothing there, only an old umbrella and a dirty baseball cap in the lost and found.
I usually leave it at home on Sunday, don’t I? Her brains felt scrambled today. Ever since those creepy drunks had tried to get money from her at the store. If it hadn’t been for that cute guy who’d helped her, well. Who knows what those freaks would’ve done. He had been cute, too, in his faded black t-shirt and old Levi’s. Gail remembered staring at his butt while he was waiting in line at the pizza place, hoping Jim wouldn’t notice, wondering if she ever would’ve had the nerve to just walk up and pinch it. She felt another little flush of horniness, just like that afternoon when he’d touched her hand.

She squirmed a little in her seat, her crotch starting to tingle. When was the last time talking to some stranger made her horny? Gail couldn’t remember. She could still see his face in her mind, clear as day. What was his name? Mark? No, no Matt. That was it. She squirmed some more, felt her panties getting wet. Gail ran her hand over her thigh, felt the soft fabric of her slacks against her skin. She wondered if that Matt guy had caught her staring at him. She thought he might’ve, and that seemed to excite her even more. Jeez, she thought, I haven’t felt like this in years. Maybe I should’ve got his phone number? Jim was going to go home and take a nap, I could’ve called him and invited him out for a drink, just to say thanks for…
A wave of horniness flooded over Gail, almost making her swerve into the other lane. There wasn’t anyone else on the freeway now, and it was getting dark. Nobody would notice if I just pulled over for a few minutes, she thought, and, and…

Gail sat up straight with a start.
Waitaminute. Why am on the freeway? She looked around, trying to figure out how far she’d driven from town. She flicked on her headlights, couldn’t see any signs. Jeez, she thought again, I must’ve really zoned out. Gail glanced at her gas tank: half full. She shook her head to try and clear it. There was a concrete divider here, so she couldn’t just make a u-turn, but she could see a driveway up a little further, just at the edge of her headlight beams. There, she thought. I’ll just pull in and turn the car around…
Gail eased her car through the bushes covering the driveway, found it wasn’t big enough to make a quick turn, so she followed the little road up the hill, the trees hiding what was left of the fading sunlight. She wound her way up, popping out into a barren parking lot. An old a-frame house stood at the edge of the clearing, with a couple of lights on in the windows. Gail stopped her car. It’s getting late, she thought, Jim might be awake by now, wondering where she was. She shook her head again at her own silliness. That cute guy must’ve really done something to her head today, if she was thinking about pulling over on the freeway. Buy why had she even driven to the freeway? Her house was a good ten minutes away, in the opposite direction she’d come. Gail shook her head again. Normally she was so on top of things. Not today, she thought. I guess I should’ve slept a little later this morning, just skipped church.

She looked at the house, wondering if maybe there was a phone here she could use to call home. The lights were on. Maybe there was somebody home.
Gail turned off the car, took the key out of the ignition, and ran her hand through her hair. She opened the car door, stepped out into the night air, and hugged herself as a cool breeze off the ocean chilled her. She walked to the a-frame, squeezing her arms to her chest, wondering just what she was going to say to her husband when he answered the phone.

I know it’s been said before, but it’s amazing how fast time can fly when you’re having fun. Cari pushed away from me, holding my face in between her hands. I ran my hands through her thick hair, and she gave me her little smile.
I was starting to really like that smile.
“Better than Frisbee?” she asked. I just nodded. “I think it’s time to check out the water.” Cari stood and straddled me.
“It’s little cold, don’t you think?”
She giggled, gave me a little kick. Then she pulled off the jersey and plopped it on my head. It smelled so nice I almost didn’t want to move it, but I pushed it away just in time for Cari to toss her sweats on me too. I managed to raise myself to my elbows in the sand.
Cari stood over me, in just her panties and bra. My dick, already trying hard to rip out of my pants during our kissing frenzy, desperately tried to pull me up to my feet. She kicked a little sand at me. “Come on, swim with me. Not afraid of a little water, are ya?” She kicked some more sand, then turned and ran.

I watched her butt, the smooth muscles in her legs as I stood up, pulling off my own t-shirt. I mumbled to myself as she splashed her way into the water, “Not the water, sharks.” I unbuttoned my Levi’s, muttered to myself, “She’s fucking sixteen.” I slipped out of my jeans, walked down to the water.
Cari had pretty much just jumped right in. My feet touched the water and my balls tried to shrink into my chest, and my dick lost a little of its single-mindedness. Cari stood up and wrung out her hair. She was standing in water up past her hips, held out her hands to me. “Nice shorts.”
“Jockey boxer-briefs. Super comfortable, and just the thing for late night swims with a hot young thing.”
“Come on, old man,” she giggled. “Dive on in.”

I sighed and waded out to her. The tide was coming in stronger now, and it felt like the water was trying to push be back to the sand. Cari splashed over to me and threw herself against me, wrapping her arms around be and pressing herself hard against me. Her mouth covered mine, and I heard a little moan from her. I held her like that, felt her sharp little tongue slip into my mouth, felt her body against me, and then a wave knocked us both over. We came up sputtering, and she wrapped herself around me again, laughing. I carried her over to a rocky ledge, so we’d be a little sheltered from the waves. She clung to me, and wrapped her legs around my waist, kissing me hard. I kissed her back, kissed her neck, her cheeks, felt her nibble at my earlobe and run her hands through my hair. She ground her hips against me, and her hands slipped down my back, hooking in my underwear. She braced herself against the rock at my back, used her legs to roll my underwear down over my hips, rubbing her crotch against me. My dick sprung free, and she moaned as it pressed against her. Cari looked at me, lifted herself up so the tip of my dick was rubbing against her panties.

“Please…” she gasped. I cupped her ass in my hands, pulled her panties away from her pussy, and she settled herself onto me, wiggling her hips on the way down, taking me inside. I felt her stop suddenly, sudden pressure against me inside her, keeping me from moving further, deeper. Cari rested her forehead against mine, and smiled at me, her hips continuing their slow, grinding circle. She was panting a little, and she kissed me. I felt her raise her hips a little, getting leverage. She pressed her lips against me, kissing me harder. I could feel her breath, hot on my cheek, as she panted into my ear, “You’re… my… first…ohhh”. She pushed down with her hips, and I felt the pressure against the tip of my penis again, and then I was through. Cari stiffened against me, her pussy sliding completely down my penis, taking me in. I held her, kissing her gently, and she slowly relaxed. She smiled at me again, then reached behind her and unfastened her bra, slipping it off and then around my neck as I held her. She used it to pull me close, kissed me, and moved her hips against me again.
I listened to the ocean and Cari’s breath in my ear, felt her nipples harden against my chest as she gave herself to me. Her pussy, hot and wet, pulled me deeper inside her. “I think I could love you, old man,” she whispered.

Gail knocked, a little ‘bonk, bonk’ against the window. The door was already open so she stuck her head inside. “Hellooo, anybody home?” She walked in and eased the door shut. She peeked around at the house. Something was wrong, she thought, as she noticed all the trash scattered over the floo