Strange Days (Closed)

[wickedpen]

I feel as though I better write this as I don't trust my memory with such events. I was sitting outside my dorm, with my orange suitcase and black backpack when my phone rang.

"Hey dad, you almost here?" I said hoping this delay was only minor.

"Well honey, about that. Your mom started coughing yesterday, so I took her for a test. She has the virus and so do I. She just called me with the results so..." his voice was less overbearing than normal. I knew this shook him and in turn tears welled in my eyes.

"Is she OK?" I said as my voice cracked as my mom was my rock. She always had my back, even when my conservative father objected.

"Oh yeah, ya know how these things are. She's strong as an ox." my dad said in his cute but clumsy Midwestern accent. "So, uh any chance you could go home with a friend for a couple weeks? Until we are not infectious at least?" he said, not sounding confident.

I looked up just as Whitney, a girl on my hall, a gorgeous field hockey player with long blonde hair and an athletic build walked out. We were friends living on the same hall. I also knew her boyfriend Mike. I had hooked up with Mike a few days before they got together. I think she always felt a little bad about it.

"I will call you back dad. I love you." I said quickly and turned off my phone.

"Hey" I said looking at Whitney, clearly in desperation.

"Hey Izzy, what's up?" she said in her California surfer cool voice and stopped with her black and gold University backpack over her shoulder, and a matching suitcase on wheels in her right hand.

"Is everything OK?" her large hand on my petite arm was comforting as I looked up into her big blue eyes. She was tall, like almost six feet and strikingly gorgeous. I was caught off guard as she focused on me with the empathy of a saint.

I broke down into tears as I started to explain about my parents. She put her arm around me and leaned down as she pulled me against her.

"It's OK. They will be OK. You will be OK." she said reassuring as a kind nurse, or a big sister.

"I just have no where to go." I said not really expecting or asking her for a place to stay. There I was, the little art chick lost in the big world.

"I am going to Mike's until we know what's next. I can't afford to fly to California unless it is to stay, and his family has a massive place with a pool." she said. I did not know what to say.

"Really? You think it will be OK?" I said brightening to the idea, as suddenly I felt much better. "He's got brothers too." she said with a flirtatious squeeze of my shoulder. "I will ask. He was supposed to be here already to get me but, hold on." she said and reached into her backpack and pulled out her phone in a black and gold university case, and made a call. I had not noticed but everything Whitney seemed to have was school issued. She may have been poorer than me.

"Hey babe." she said coolly into the phone. "Listen, big favor, I am here with Izzy, yeah that Izzy, and she just got some bad news and has nowhere to go. Her parents are sick. Think she could come home with us?" she said into the phone. She smiled at me as I wondered what "that Izzy" was all about.

I heard him talking but could not make out the words, but my imagination ran some crazy simulations. I replayed the night we had had together, as I had many times over the last few months, especially alone at night in bed. Mike is a baseball player, a total jock, but hot as hell. We met that night at a kegger on frat row and things just rolled into the best sex of my life. It was a little demoralizing to have been so, open, with someone, and clearly to have enjoyed them, and thought he enjoyed me, to see him a week later with Whitney. At least she was a stunning knock out and I was, well, more normal, far from the jock club. Looking back it was probably just a lark that he went back to my room with little ole me.

I don't mean to sell myself short. I am short however. Five three with short black hair tipped with neon purple. I am a double major, art and computer science, and usually would not have been hanging out with athletes, but strange days make for strange situations.

"Great so when do you think you can get us?" she said as a black SUV pulled up. I saw Mike behind the wheel. Suddenly I was back in my dorm room with him, doing anything he asked and getting just as good until the sun came up. It sent a shiver through me as I stood next to Whitney.

"Hey Izzy." he said out the open window pulling his sun glasses down to look at me. "As long as you don't mind a house full of my brothers, the more the merrier." he said as his eyes roamed over me.

Whitney got in the front and kissed him. I got in the back seat and watched her hand reach into his lap.

We were already on the highway before he called home and got it OK'd with his parents.

Mike looked back at me with that look, guys you have slept with get, when they are clearly thinking back on the sex, fondly.

"You are all set. As long as you need a place, my dad said you are welcome." he said.

The car filled with the smell of weed as I saw Whitney pass a joint to Mike and open the window. He handed it back to me and we were on our way.

"Central Iowa here we come!" Whitney shouted as she turned up the music.

 

[Homerun2611]

Michael was my favorite, I know a Dad should never admit that, but he was. Don't get me wrong, I love all of my boys, and we all have a ton of fun together, but Michael looked exactly like I had at that age, and there was a goodness in his heart that was endearing. He was also a stud. His first pregnancy scare was when he was a sophomore in high school, and he kept a running turnstyle of scantily clad girls, mostly cheerleaders and athletes, through our house and pool, which he knew I enjoyed immensely. In my day, I enjoyed more than my fair share myself, even a couple after marriage but then the stakes got too high. 25 years of marriage had significantly reduced my sex life, but not my labido or desire or flirting. Oh by the way, I am Dan, 45 year old Private Equity Managing Director, living the dream in a large midwestern City and our suburban home...King of a reasonably small, but nevertheless appealing, pond.

I, like he, was just over six foot two, both with deep and piercing blue eyes, both of our hair was brown, mne with hints of gray, his with flecks of blonde. Both, wide shouldered and thin waisted, but where I was proud of my 33 inch waist at my age, he was chiseled at 31. All of my boys were blessed with wide shoulders and v frames. All of them were athletic. Ricky (24) played Football, cornerback at Indiana, Jimmy (20) was a sophomore soccer player at Butler, and Charlie was just ending his junior year in high school and was celebrating his 18tth birthday today, having just gotten off the phone with head basketball coach at Michigan State. Jimmy had just broken up with his long term girlfriend, a pretty nursing student a month ago, and Charlie had just started officially going out with one of the senior poms when the virus hit and her mother set up strict, no fraternizaion rules.

As I got his call, I was expecting Mike to tell me he was running late, as he was like me there too, unorganized and living off his charm to make up for his lack of discipline. His mother, Jan, and I had felt really bad for him when the NCAA shut down all spring sports. It was a harsh reality for all the kids, but for seniors more than anyone. So, when he asked if he could bring Whitney home, we couldn't refuse. However, when he spoke of another, and then how her parents were sick, I couldn't refuse her either. "Dad, you will like this one, I promise! Small, a cute little spinner."

You know Ricky, Danny and Charlie are home too, right? And Ricky brought home a girl too. Another banker, Danielle, from his office. I guess she is from Princeton but looks like Arizona State." We spoke in code, but he knew what I meant in reference to the famous party school and home of some of the sexiest girls.

"Well I'm sure you don't mind, what about Mom?" By Mom he was referring to my wife, Jan. "She won't be here, at least for a while, supposedly there was someone who was infected at the SBA board meeting, and they are all being sequestered together for the next two weeks....Sure, you guys are all welcome, but that is it, our house is plenty big, but that is probably as many as we can handle safely."

I wasn't sure exactly what he was implying, Dad, you will like this one, I promise! Small, a cute little spinner. but couldn't deny I liked the sound of it or his use of a highly sexual noun. I immediately called our grocery and had enough burgers, chicken breasts, steaks and frozen pizzas to fill one of our extra freezers in the basement. We had enoough beer and alcohol to host a wedding reception.

My two younger boys were just coming up stairs after a marathong sessioon of Madden. Danny had a huge smile, "Did you see Ricky's?" He was of course referring to Danielle, who had shown up two hours, looking spectacular but professional in a pencil skirt and plunging neckline white blouse, and black pencil skirt and four inch heels, and was now in a Princeton t-shirt tied at the waist and a pair of very short Alpha Chi Omega shorts with her greek letters boldly across the back.

"Yeah, I saw..." and smiled...the boys, hell my wife, knew I loved beauiful young women. All men did, I was just honest about it. The more fliratious the better, but I knew I was more bark than bite...of course, biting was always an appealing idea. "Mikey just called he is bringing Whitney and one of her friends too" All three of us standing there like train robbers wondering how we mght split the plentiful bounty now held by the other two robbers.

I had done everything I could to make this setup as fun as possible. We were likely to get really sick of each other, but this house had tons of toys, and there ws always Cataan, JackboxTV.com, and then the old favorite board games, if movies, billiards and the pool grew old. And with marijuana now legal, there was no guilt although with all these hormones flying around...we had to be careful.

Later that night, as we were sitting out by the fire pit, we heard Michael's Escalade pull up. I was already feeling good from the two beers and the joint we had passed aound...God help us if someone in this house had the virus...we were going down like dominos!

 

[wickedpen]

It had all happened so fast, I hardly had time to think. As I sat in the back of the opulent Cadillac SUV, on it's shiny black leather seat, I watched Mike, and periodically Whitney as she would lean over and say something over the music, only for him, or touch him over the massive console. The fact that I really did not know either of these people, really, began to weigh. I mean didn't know much about them. Other than a few random conversations in the communal bathroom with Whitney, who was modern American girl perfection. She is what David Lee Roth dreamed about in the "California Girls" video, while I am more Midwestern farm girl compressed by a childhood in Chicago, on the less opulent side of things, with an aggressively conservative father. He means well, I tell myself as I stick pins in the voodoo doll I have of him. And other than a memorable night of raw anonymous primal sex, when nothing was refused in my dorm, Mike was a mystery. I was going to Mikes parent's house, which must be nice to have room not only Whitney, but me too. They don't even know me, and are letting me stay for at least two weeks.

My darker thoughts creeper in as I began to think how they could kill me and bury me out here in the middle of nowhere and nobody would ever know. My mom would be so sad. "Oh shit!" I thought and immediately grabbed my phone and saw a bunch of texts from her.

"I am OK."
"How Are you?"
"Are you safe?"
"Please answer!"
"I am so sorry."
"Isabelle? Please let me know you are OK."

My diversions sitting in front of me had taken my attention and each text weighed heavier on my heart. I could see her tears of anxiety, not only being sick, but not knowing where I was. I felt like shit.

"I am so sorry. I am fine. I am going home with a friend. I love you. How are you?" I sent the disjointed text as we headed down an anonymous off ramp where there was one gas station that seemed abandoned but well lit, and that was about it.

"Welcome to Davenport Iowa!" Mike said as though he were introducing us to Paris.

"I thought Davenport was a city?" I asked nervously as too many late night horror movies filled my head.

He looked in the rear view mirror with the same look he had back at the frat party. "My parents live in the suburbs." he said as we turned and headed south into what looked like farm land in the dying of the day.

"Don't suburbs have people? uh, I mean houses?" Whitney asked with her cool surfer way.

"She has never been here either. Doesn't know he is rich as hell either." I noted to myself. "Not too bright, as I smelled money the minute the back of my thighs hit the warm leather seats after being in the cold for an hour. This of course did not dispel my scenario where he is a rich kid who kills girls for sport.

"Well, there are houses, they are just, spread out." he said with a tone of pending surprise. I was getting a little nervous as the sun was set behind the country landscape. It was another fifteen minutes from where we had exited the interstate before he slowed the truck. He pulled into a gravel road. The road was flanked by two large brick pillars, but no gate or fence. On a brass plate was etched the word "Random". This was illuminated by a small spotlight shinning up from the ground giving it a sophisticated look but was not garish or even noticeable unless you knew it was here.

"Jandom?" I said reading the shiny plate.

"It's my dad's idea of a joke. My mom's name is Jan and this is her kingdom. So Jandom." he said as we all looked at it.

"That's awesome." Whitney breathed in her sexy way.

We continued on and as the headlights showed the way up a gravel road over a small rise, what I would call a compound came into view and erased the single psycho killer scenario and sprouted the beginnings of some erotic possibilities.

"That's your house dude?" Whitney said laughing in awe of it. Like if he revealed he was Prince of England. I had to close my mouth which had dropped, as the four other vehicles in the drive way sparkled in front of the three car garage and massive house. It was all elegantly lit by more invisible spot lights positioned to maximize effect. It reminded me of the Architectural Digests my dad would have around the house.

"Yeah." he said as though it was just a house. It is what made him truly endearing, his humility and gratitude. That is when I fell in love with Mike. Not like I wanted to have sex with him but I saw his real self and it melted me.

I was about as far as I could be from my parents two bedroom apartment in Chicago. Whitney was suddenly leaning over the console again. I watched her slide her tongue around his ear as she looked back at me and smiled.

"We are all sharing your room right?" she sighed as she winked back at me. That arrow from cupid seems to have been the new and improved modern laser guided arrows, slicing through me and Mike then through Whitney and me.

"Uh No!" he stopped that idea right away and I felt gravity literally pull me down into the surprisingly soft seats. "Jan will not be having that but I am sure we will find plenty of time to be together." he explained then looked back at me with a knowing smile.

"Awesome." I said mimicking Whitney while truly expressing how gobsmacked I literally was. it was like I had orgasmed and gone to heaven and I was still dressed.

"We can get your stuff later. I want you to meet everybody." he said excitedly as he got out of the driver's seat. I nearly slipped off the seat as I reached my boot down into the gravel, the gravel being far lower than I expected below the massive vehicle. Whitney grabbed my arm and righted me like I was a toy. She looked at me with a look only poor kids really share, "holy shit! Let's not fuck this up.", basically was the gist.

She went to him and intertwined her long fingers with his, pulling his arm nearly between her legs as she practically mounted his fist as they walked and I followed. Whitney was staking her claim and setting her sites on making this her permanent home.

My phone buzzed in my bag, now against my back with a text, as we stepped into the massive front door and entered the grand entrance with two stair cases sweeping up to the second floor from each side, like something out of Gone with the Wind. I stood in awe taking it in as he dropped his keys into what looked like a Ming vase, if I recall from my ancient art class. It sat on a Louis the fourteenth side table that looked to delicate to hold up his keys, let alone the vase.

Whitney looked back over his shoulder and said "this is gonna be fun." with a wink.

"Mom?" Mike called out as there seemed to be nobody home, or at least within shouting distance. They disappeared into the house, as I took my phone out. I felt awkward in my short black leather skirt and black and green NIN tee shirt with accompanying black combat boots and a black hoodie. This was everything I was against, but now, without a roof to cover my head or a pot to piss in,"this will do." came into my head and a smirk came to my lips.

I took a quick pic and sent it with a text. "All good here. don't worry, i am with my friend whitney at her boyfriends mikes house. outside davenport iowa. more later".

I put away my phone knowing a barge of questions and accusations from my dad we inbound. He knew me too well, having raised a disobedient, smart mouthed, brilliant and beautifully petite little "hellyun" as he was fond of calling me. Deep down he loves me. Right now he knows I am in the prime of my life and trying to enjoy it as much as I can.

 

[Homerun2611]

I had been compared to the human equivalent of a golden retriever, friendly, beautiful, athletic, loyal but perhaps not the most intelligent puppy in the mill. That was where my dad and I most differed, that and as good of an athlete as he was once, I was better, and to his credit he loved that, nurturing and giving me every opportunity to cultivate my natural talents. I was a virtual natural at any sport where speed, strength and hand eye coordination mattered. Sports came easily to me, and with them, local fame and a barrage of college opportunities. Most people would have lived in their glory days, but I never forgot I was simply a big fish in the incredibly small pond of the Quad Cities and more specifically, Davenport, Iowa. Nonetheless, I was good enough, I could have played baseball or football, but my fourth high school concussion, surprisingly on a basketball court, led me to choose baseball. Where was a different issue. I had "D 1" offers, plenty, but that was a fucking job, and I knew the pros were not in my future. I chose the Nescac, it was he the mini Ivy's with some of the top schools in the country, but I deluded myself that my 34 ACT and B plus grades were good enoug to hang there, they weren't. So I got by on charm and keeping me eligible, I was President of my fraternity, captain of my team, King of the Campus, the guy eveyone knew, and somehow would graduate.

"Hey babe." she said coolly into the phone. "Listen, big favor, I am here with Izzy, yeah that Izzy, and she just got some bad news and has nowhere to go. Her parents are sick. Think she could come home with us?" 'Fuck' How should I respond to my girlfriend Whitney, about the girl that had been our first fight, and the girl we had used as an example of some recent discussions regarding shared fantasies and exploration. I remembered Izzy, I remembered all the girls I had bedded. I truly cared for them all, and thus far, despite dozens and dozens of dalliances, was not aware of any who would not gladly allow me entrance to their bed's again. If I had a girlfriend, I was completely loyal, again like a retriever to his master. But when single...it took very little effort for me to have the good time roll. My handsome, friendly and largely humble demeanor drew women like moths to the flame...all ages, all types...the unsatisfied cougar, the virgin yearning for a strong hand, the slut needing a boy toy...a sexual man for all seasons.

I loved beautiful girls, and I loved to fuck them. I didn't do it under false pretenses, and they wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted them. One of my strengths was intellectual honesty, I knew who I was, strengths and limitations and was very secure in myself. I was very good looking, we are talking Abercrombie and fitch material, I was funny, charming, and humble, and most importantly of all, they knew I truly enjoyed them and were as focused on their pleasure as mine. I lied by the golden rule of sex, due unto others, and it repaid me well. Never did I treat a girl with disrespect, never did I offer false promises. I would simply tell my jokes, sing Disney songs on command, let them look into my blue eyes, rub their hands along my chiseled chest, my 8 pack abs, or pet my flowing, golden brown mane...and soon I was somewhere with some gorgeous young lady, legs spread obscenely wide, impaling them on my impressively large, deliciously hard phallus. I always left my partners panting and multisatisfied, as relentless and tireless with my fingers and tongue, as I was well endowed and talented with my cock.

For the three of us it all started over a year ago...Whitney and I had hooked up at a party, and gone back to my room at the frat. It was there, perhaps the best looking girl and guy at this ultra prestigious east coast school didn' fuck. They talked and realized they were the male and female versions of each other. The looks of Greek Gods, with athleticism that nearly matched, yet they were fish out of water, overwhelmed in an academic environment where smart was not good enough, brilliant like Izzy, that was what was necessary. They had bonded that night, Mikey thought he had found a friend, one who clearly understood him and he her, she thought more. Between that night and the next time when Whitney walked into his frat house and made it clear, she wanted much more than friendship, the nght with Izzy happened. Later, Whitney found out about Izzy, she wasn't betrayed, but was hurt, but time heals all wounds, particularly incidental ones.

I remembered it just as fondly as Izzy, I knew she would never be interested in me as more than a good fuck, but I had many such relationships and valued them all. Whit was different, she knew everything about him, understood him, as he her, hiding intellectual insecurity behind uber attractiveness and superhero physicality. Yes, Whitney knew him, with one glaring omission, one I never really thought about, I was rich. It had now been two years, Whitney and I had been great together physical and sexual eagles, soaring to new heights. Yet there comes a time, when even eagles need new forest to soar over, new skies to enjoy and so, recently we had discussed, experimentation, M-F-M, F-M-F, voyeurism, exhibitionism, even orgies, all were open to consideration.

So when Whitney called me, the conversation went as she had heard, " ...yeah that Izzy" That Izzy indeed, the spiders welcoming the fly. The entire ride back home, all 13 hours, I found myself glancing back at Izzy, and remembering...

I pulled into the driveway, I hated to admit it, but it was good to be home. I was afraid Whitney would hate me for not having told her...once inside no one was there. The staff was obviously social distanced, but where was Mom? Suddenly Dad came in from outside, shaking my hand, giving Whitnesy a very friendly hug and kiss, they got along incredibly, and then I introduced, Izzy. Dad looked her up and down smiling, "Welcome Izzy, welcome to our home, please make yourself comfortable. Mikey, Mom is in quarantine, she is fine, but you know her. I have Izzy set up in your room, you and Whitney, at least until your mother is home in the guestroom suite in the basement. Your older brother and his guest, Danielle, in the pool house. "Where are the boys anyway?" Right on cue we heard the french doors leading outside from the back, open and close, voices and laughter following...clearly there had been some drinking. Whitney saddled up beside me, "I know you like my Dad, and have met Charlie, but now you get to meet the whole crew."

 

[wickedpen]

A fish out of water does not begin to cover my presence in this drama. I needed to talk to Sara, my best friend, but she was on a plane back to Singapore. Here I am, little computer geek anime artist with the prom king and queen in their palace, or perhaps the prince and his lady in the king's court.

"Mikey" the good looking older man called Mike, and I had to smile. The old commercial "Mikey likes it!" came to mind as the prime physicality of the two males took me back to that night when Mikey did like it, a lot. I smiled politely and marveled at the resemblance between the two men, embarrassing the younger and shining on the older.

When King Dan started running over the bedroom allocations I was surprised but OK, a liberal parents, cool. Then, "...at least until your mother is home" it was like full stop. Your dad is making it as easy as possible for his kids to fuck and do whatever they want, until mom gets home. This was new. This I did not expect. I felt compelled to meet his man.

"Hey, I'm Isabelle." I said cool, but not overbearing, using my given name, for some unknown reason. I reached my pale purple nail finger tipped hand out and shook Dan's giant paw as I looked up into his deep knowing, glass-like blue eyes. It was like Thanos, from Infinity War, but way better looking, taking Gamora's hand, and with a smile. I was just like Mike's, well Mikey's from now on, but anything he wanted was his. My hand disappeared in his strong yet gentle, warm touch. My hand felt like chilled butter on a knife, melting as it slides into soft warm bread.

A three boisterous men interrupt from the back of the house, as he released my hand, and I stepped back next to Whitney. Three more giant males entered the room laughing and pushing each other, clearly Mikey's brothers. They all were at least a foot taller than me and probably twice my weight and then some, down here on planet earth.

Dan, or King Dan as I thought of him, introduce everyone, being the alpha male of this giant house in the dark woods, far from anywhere, with three random adult women and his four sons. Like anyone given shelter and food by people you hardly know, I was wary still but not enough to be trying to find alternative lodging, not by a long shot.

Whitney gave each a hug as they had all met at a wedding a few weeks back.

After the boys came another all American bombshell girlfriend, Danielle. "Dani" was how she introduced herself to me. She continued, "I am with Ricky, the oldest." , staking her territory early. Probably appeared silly to think this Norwegian Goddess needed to worry about the likes of me with her God of a man.

She turned and said "This is Jimmy." looking at a tall drink of water a couple years younger than Mikey.

"Lastly the baby, Charlie." Dani said, putting her big elegant hand on his broad shoulder, giving the high school senior a look that drained all his blood into his... cheeks. Charlie was no baby but compared to Dani we were all children. He did however melt me with his high school smile, clearly a facade over more primal desires as his eyes dropped from Dani's eyes as soon as she looked away. I watched him visually feast on his big brother's girlfriend like a jackal instinctively licking his chops as he watches prey. This trip just kept getting stranger, and better, and hotter, and scarier depending on the thread I followed.

Everyone was exceptionally nice to me, and accepted me as though I was a six foot blonde with big tits, no waist and a well respected family name. I do have big tits and no waist, relative to the rest of little ole me, but they are not my most interesting feature. I would not say I come from a well respected family. The group seemed to be about everything I/we were not, well almost everything.

Thankfully Mikey declared "I have need for drink." I thought I could go for that as well, my nerves were a little shot at this point.

"And you shall have one!" Dan bellowed playing the medieval castle lord, generous but to be respected. My dad had the "to be respected", but rarely exposed the generous side.

The group headed back as I trailed behind.

"I need to make a call." I smiled up at Dani who put her hand on my arm and smiled before turning to leave.

I watched Dani's Greek lettered shorts move coolly away. Whitney no longer was the alpha female, but probably did not even realize it yet. Nor would Danielle I imagine, as being the queen is just the way the world is for them. From their point of view they think everyone is a queen and has all that they have. Tall, good looking and born into a family that took good care of them so now, in their breeding years, the better strains of DNA will find their way into hers.

"Breeding stock, damn fine breeding stock." I can imagine Dan thinking. Like an auctioneer with a bidding paddle for his stud out back. If Dani's mom is not a one toothed meth head Ricky should soon start firing real bullets into freshly fertilized Dani, giving Dan's line another forty years of health to expand the kingdom.

"Lack of sex makes Izzy dark." I used to joke with Sara late night, as we would both lay frustrated in our dorm. We would help each other out, which was great but, I could barely imagine how wonderful it must be having Mikey and his big hard cock everyday and every night, since that one fateful night we shared, and now I was in his house. We even referred to him as "Mike big dick." Sara is an inch shorter than me, so when I described Mike she was horrified at first, then saw me in a different light.

I texted Sara, "u wont believe this!", but no response. I figured, from what she had told me of her plans, she was still in the air over the Pacific, on her way back to her family compound. For a moment I pondered where I would be less uncomfortable before my thought was interrupted.

"Hey" I heard a voice and looked up to see Charlie beaming down on me.

"Don't let them get to you. They are all bluster." he said referring to the discomfort I guess I was showing, like a sober freshman walking into a Saturday night frat house of drunk brothers. His smile was so easy and genuine I could not help but smile back.

He winked and said "if anybody gives you trouble, let me know, and I will take care of them." I resisted laughing, as did he, since any of his brothers would easily tie him into a pretzel with one hand behind their back.

"I'll do that." I said as seriously as I could, unclear on whether he was hitting on me or just being nice. I came to learn sometimes it can be both.

"I'll let you make your call." he said and turned and walked after the others.

The amount of testosterone in this house was as intoxicating, like a couple shots at the door of a frat party on empty stomachs under little black dresses. Charlie too had the family swagger as well as the good looks and body to pull it all off, like the rest of his family.

"Hey, wait a minute." I said as he turned back. "Is it really cool that I am here?" I asked unsure of anything now that my life had been turned upside down in twenty four hours.

He looked at me confused, "Sure, why wouldn't it be? Ignore that, we are blowhards, but will never harm you, hell we'd kill for you since you are Mike's friend." again with the smile like a commercial or something and I kinda believed they would kill for me. That was something I would have scoffed at before a few weeks ago. Now it was a wonderful offer.

I knew from growing up in the city that suburban kids did not see things quite like city kids. Back in Chicago I might have been invited to a popular party only to be turned away as a joke by the popular kids. These suburban kids seemed genuine and good. I did know Mikey, at least his sexual side, and whatever else came with that, I would be fine with.

"Forget it. I am just tired." I said batting my long black eyelashes over my big brown eyes, trying to look like one of my hentai girls.

"OK. Come get a beer. That will help you feel better." he said again with the easy smile that echoed my grandmother striking a match to a hissing gas burner starting a delicious meal.

"I'll be right there." I said. My eyes rolled down his fine long body as he turned and moved away. I took a deep breathe and tried to get the idea of crawling in the birthday boy's bed tonight out of my head.

My phone buzzed. It was Sara. "just landed. do tell." I nearly cried out with joy being able to share this.

"I am at mike big dick parents house." I sent.

"NO WAY!" came back.

"strange days." I texted. We have been tracking the pandemic and talking about it. We knew it was gonna get weird, but of course I had no plan for it.

"indeed." she wrote back.

"gtg".

 

[Homerun2611]

It felt right having all my boys home. They were my pride, my legacy, well our legacy, my wife and I had been good parents, first and foremost, and there had never been a doubt in anyone's mind as to what our priority was, THEM! I was torn, I felt horrible for Jan, as I knew it was probably killing her to not be home with her boys, and keeping her eye on the girls, who, despite liking Whitney, were encroaching on her territory, and her most prized possession, her mother-son relationships. However, I knew we could loosen the reins a bit to allow the couples to have a little fun, and I was looking forward to having some beautiful young women around absent the disapproving eye of my wife.

She was, and always will be the quiet strength of the family. She was still beautiful, maintaining a rigorous self discipline in all things. She was a regular at the gym, a dear friend, who was the mother of one of Charlie's childhood friends was her personal trainer, and if someone were to watch them in action one could easily be mistaken for the other. Jan had the quiet and conservative values of 'old money'. Although I had been very successful, it wouldn't be fair to not acknowledge the enormous head start Jan provided.

We met the summer after college graduation. We were in the same start group in the Chicago Office of Price Waterhouse Audit. Why the hell I was in accounting I don't know? My Dad, who was not an accountant, had said it was a good career, I hadn't had a clue, although the sheer boredom of my classes should have been enough of a hint, but I jumped in head first and Jan threw me a lifeline. That first period was meant to be a pressure cooker, immersing new graduates in a combination of new social dynamics, substantial training, all while studying to pass your CPA. Some cracked, and I was overwhelmed too. Used to a lifestyle at The University of Texas which was play hard, work hard, and play again, those priorities had to be reversed.

She and I were immediately attracted to each other, she was a near double for Naomi Watts on a good day, I was a bit more young Kevin Costner with swag. Jan was born a blue blood, the grand daughter of a major Midwest media empire owning four regional newspapers, 25 radio stations, and 15 local television affiliates. She had a $5 million trust fund from the day she was born. Her parents required I sign a prenup before we were married, which was now dissolved as I grew my own net worth into the low 9 figures. She was also instilled with a work ethic that success was based on hard work, self discipline and never losing sight of priorities.


I alternatively was raised bu a father who was a high school teacher, and a stay at home mom. I was only the second, after my Dad, to attend college. My advice, “good luck and study hard, please don’t lose your scholarship.” In college, she was a cheerleader at Iowa who was a proud legacy of the most conservative Sorority in Iowa City she cheered and studied, attended the occasional formal or debutante event. I was a Delt at Texas, where a tradition was started, where with our house on the corner of San Jacinto, the nearest to Darrel K Royal Stadium, we threw a $20,000 plus tailgater every weekend, a tradition Matthew McConaughey and I still co fund to this day. That was when I gained an appreciation for the pers of the wealthy and knew that I wanted those same perks.

I willingly give Jan the credit for getting my success started. Her parents wanted Jan back home in Davenport, and to accomplish that, her Daddy spotted me $10 million in Equity for my first LBO. In three years we flipped that bitch, for an 8x return, and I was off and running. I would never let them spot me a dime again, or even invest in my holding company. It was a bit of spite, but they had made me feel like a beggar once, while their daughter, the Princess, treated me like a king. The bloom came off our rose a bit, as in my business dealings, word trickled back of some lavish partying including working girls, etc to win business.


This was where Jan’s mom, God bless her came to my defense, sort of. My wife in tears, her mother sat her down for a reality check. “I didn’t like Dan when I met him, figured he was a pretty boy marrying you for money. I was wrong, he is an aggressive, powerful and successful man. For men like him, women are like protein, they need that conquest. You know Daddy used to run with the Kennedy’s, met them at Harvard, I walked in on him fucking Marilyn Monroe, and I must admit, that woman knew her business. Honey, I don’t know if your husband is fucking around or not, but he will, the successful ones do, and you want a successful one. You are the one he will come home to, just like Daddy did and does to me.”


That was that, old time values, and women of pragmatism. It was years later, the hatched long buried, my mother in law told me the story. Therefore Jan knew I sniffed, occasionally licked, and rarely but sometimes spilled my seed. Her mother was right, it made me feel alive, and it was a burden Jan just chose to ignore, as did I, as her private tennis lessons got longer and more frequent. Ours was a good marriage, but a professional marriage, occasional intimacy, but really how long can you get that excited about fucking the same man or woman you have fucked a million times, and now openly shit and fart in front of. Passion might be limited, but respect was in abundance. My wife was a great woman, she could have been anything, I know that. She chose to be my wife, and her work in philanthropy and the raising of our children was laudatory.

Now as first Dani, then Whitney, finally Isabelle arrived, I knew I would be sniffing…discretely, whether or not any petals of these flowers might open for my enjoyment was yet to be determined. I took her hand, “Well, hello Isabella, you know many a Spanish Queen shared your lovely name, I thing all of them would have been jealous of those brown eyes though.” Dani came up as I held your hand, and slid her hand through my other elbow. “Be careful of this one…he is a smooth talker and backs it up. I think he has a bet with these others as to who can get our panties the wettest.” She kissed my cheek and I lightly spanked her ass. “You hush girl, this young lady doesn’t know me yet…how dare you leave that impression.” She giggled, she was good, “Dan, you are so bad…so very bad, it’s good.” I enjoyed the banter with Dani, and felt Whitney and I were getting closer, Isaabella was an unknown, but she was cute, and had a rockin little body. I did like the way she looked at me, but I, like Whitney, also recognized the look of the poor, and my job was to make her feel at home.

Isabella needed to make a call, and I went on the patio to mix a batch of margaritas, pour beer, and a glass ginger and Roses for Ricky. When Izzy came out I asked my Charlie and Jimmy to go into the house and prep some sausage and cheese trays we kept around. I looked at the girls, “Sorry but this is the Midwest.” I knew my boys, but I yelled up in case the girls did not appreciate our "midwest caviar", “I think Mom also has some hummus and vegetables, bring both in case someone wants to be healthy.” I gave a look to Dani, that might have scorched her clothes right off her. “Okay boys and girls, and Izzy I apologize, but we shoot straight here….You know Mom would never allow this, but I want ya’all to have fun. I have tried to split the couples off. All I ask is you know both Jimmy and Charlie are virgins, neither is particularly happy about it. Just don’t do anything that is too hard on them. We are gonna be cooped up here, and things are going to happen…just remember, when it is over, it is over, and normalcy will return…but these are Crazy Days!”

The boys came back out with food, and I handed drinks to everyone, once they turned 18 they could drink at our house, they all knew it, they just had to turn in their keys…many would disapprove, I didn’t give a fuck…I was raising alphas, and alphas better know how to handle their liquor, my job was to teach them.

 

[wickedpen]

King Dan was a smooth operator, with a level of confidence that reminded me that the patriarchy was alive and well. I'll admit it, there was also an appeal of sorts, and in my current circumstances I curtsied in my hip hugger skirt, batted my eyelashes leaning forward into him taking the full view down my loose tee shirt I consciously presented myself to him.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance King Dan." I heard myself say. I was suddenly Arya Stark bowing before royalty, but was he Jaime or Tywin? Jon or Ramsay?

I don't know if I will ever get used to parents partying with kids. When I was a junior in high school, my mom thought it would be a good idea for me to look at some more practical schools like Iowa State where my cousin, Lisa went. She was a junior there and grudgingly accepted my visit. She and I had zero in common. She was from a farm in southern Indiana where my mom's brother grew corn "or whatever the government is paying the most for." Uncle Greg was a decent guy who married his high school sweetheart, Amy, and bought the place from her parents. Not a lot of money, but good people. Then they had Lisa who was a high society wanna be, if there ever was one. I guess we all sorta want what we don't have. She hated me with my "goth city life" as she explained how different we were, at Thanksgiving that year. We never really got past any of that.

"If Lisa could see me now!" I thought as I looked around at the materialized wealth I was surrounded by and the owners there of.

It was a terrible weekend, for me. The college team, the Cyclones I think, were playing some other team in football at the gigantic stadium on campus. Football was not something I did, but when in Rome, I went to my first and last tailgate. I was introduced to her friends and their parents, who all together, during the three hours prior to the noon time game, turned from pleasant enough sober people into ass grabbing, leering old perverts who's wives looked the other way towards every "young man", as they called them, that walked by. They emptied cup after cup gossiping about Mrs whomever and Mr Whatthefuck. A few of them did not even make it into the game, as they disappeared into their RVs to pass out or fuck, probably both, after getting worked up drunk on the "young people" looking for free drinks and willing to rub against and old man to get at a keg.

I managed to escape the weekend without being molested or raped while Lisa was more than willing to entertain anybody with faintest possibility of furthering her. The last I saw her that night after the game and three frat parties, she was leaving with a cute guy, she claimed was "money". I will never forget laying in bed that night, alone in her dorm room I listened to a cacauphony of sex from both sides, through the cement block walls. I lay there knowing I was the only person in the building not having drunken sex, with someone else. I drove home the next morning without even hearing from Lisa.

Upon getting home I knew one thing, Iowa State was not going to be on my list. Yet I digress...

I was older now, but still felt like a kid at an adult party. I accepted a beer and was glad to hear I would not starve for my vegan ethics, at least for now. I devoured the veggies and hummus as I watched Dani and Whitney take in the sausage, in what can only be called foreplay. I have to admit, I was turned on as she stabbed the fork into the greasy tube of flesh and then slid it into her thick red lips, like a cigarette in a holder. White teeth cutting into the spicy warm meat, juice runs down her chin. And finally her thick pink tongue lapping her glistening lips clean. The boys were entranced as I was both repulsed and interested at my arousal. The men all adjusted themselves as though trained in the same school of cock realignment.

I looked at the carrot stick with the hummus I scooped up on it and felt woefully inadequate at this banquet. Dani was nearly through her second margarita, having licked the salt off each glass to extreme pleasure of the bartender. I finished my first beer and felt it. The carrots and celery were all I had eaten since breakfast, which seemed to have been in another space and time.

The one great thing about being vegan is that it seems almost impossible to put on weight. I knew Whitney worked out everyday for several hours and Dani must too in order to keep their figures the way they ate and drink. I watched as she and Ricky seemed to share the meat as they pressed their greasy lips against each other's, her tongue slipping around his.

"Hey", came out of nowhere, again interrupting my thought as I watch this group of hedonistic beautiful people in full bacchanalian prime. The voice was Charlie again, and he sat in the lounge chair next to mine.

"Hey" I said cheerfully, feeling a little better with some nutrients and the beer starting to creep into my system.

"So what's your story?" he said in a cool but interested way that piqued my interest.

I was a junior in college and at this moment, I realized I had experiences, one with is brother, that made me feel like an adult in comparison, while he was still "a virgin" according to his father, inexperienced to say the least.

"Well," I began not sure how to present myself to this clean slate of suburban masculine wonderment. "I am from Chicago." I began as I got lost in his bright interested eyes. There is a look guys get after a few drinks, where the world seems to feel new and fresh to them, interesting and more fun. "I am a double major, art and computer science, not necessarily in that order." I said with a smile that brought one from him along with the emptiness, like not only did he not understand the difference between the two, it did not even seem to register with him.

"Cool. Like you can create the characters in video games and program them too?" he said with the excitement of finding a common thread between us, and proving me wrong, that he was not totally a meathead.

I laughed and said "kinda. What are you into? Looking at colleges? Senior right?" I asked hoping to take the spotlight of virgin desire off me for a moment.

Looking away from Charlie, giving him room to answer, I saw King Dan watching us, well me. He was on the far side of the pool at the bar, smoking a cigar, of course he was. He was everything, and I mean everything I thought I hated, right down to my Bernie tee shirt, and yet, I felt my body warm as though he were a vampire glamouring me.

".. maybe UT, I dunno.." was all I remember hearing of Charlie's answer before I interrupted him.

"Oh cool, cool. You want to show me my room?" I said looking directly into his eyes as my chest pushed up enough to insinuate I want him, as the King watched his youngest's interest in me. Getting him to do this in front of his father, as I knew, and he knew, that he wanted me like forbidden fruit. Charlie did not realize the power of the desire of a King with two weeks and a feisty little socialist hypocrite to experience and teach in every way, everywhere, but with no one else knowing or else Jandom might crumble. That possibility alone, is what makes me undeniable?

"Dad, you said Mikey's room for Izzy?" Charlie boomed across the quiet pool as I would have died of embarrassment had the smile on King Dan's face not been quite so fake.

"Yeah, Mikey and Whitney will take the guest room. The bed is bigger." he said back as his eyes never left me, I guess to see how I would react to that. The cool night air made me feel the buzz as I stood up and followed Charlie's tight khaki clad ass into the house and up the carpeted steps in the back, avoiding the grand entrance. I followed carrying nothing. My mind focused on what I should do.

"He is cute." I thought.
"But he's eighteen." I thought.
"What's wrong with that? When I was eighteen my manager at Applebees was thirty." I thought.
"What will King Dan or Mikey think?" I thought.
"Should I hold out for a bigger fish?" was the last thought I had before he opened the door on the right and reached in to turn on the light switch. I stepped in as a "boys" room appeared with a twin sized bed, far too small for today's Mike. Pennants and posters adorned the walls and model cars were everywhere, but organized by a loving mother.

"Great, thanks." I said turning to face Charlie.

"If you need anything, I am two doors down on the left." he said with the sad smile of a man who has excepted it is not happening.

"Thanks Charlie." I said looking up grateful for a gentleman to show me my bed.

 

[Homerun2611]

I could see the discomfort in her eyes, this Queen Isabella as my Dad had called her, of course she had also referred to him as King Dan. The difference being my Dad relished the title, Isabella could not have looked less comfortable. I had seen other giirls, dates of my brothers, and my own Winnie, they all had that look and no matter what their attitude was, they all seemed to melt a little. My father's confidence was the most intimidating thing, I had or ever wouold come across. We felt terrible if we let down our mother, but were terrified about the look from our Dad. Yet, he had our back, more than anyone, but no one had higher expectations and we knew we competed for that approval. That pressure steeled us, but also bonded us.

I understood, even though she was probably the same age as Jimmy, she seemed closer to me. Later when we had snacks, the metaphor was obvious, she was the bunny, hopefully a bunny with an attitude, amongst a den of lions and lionesses. Luckily I was Simba...someday I might be one of them, likely some day soon, but for today, I was just as comfortable playing with Pumba and Simon as fighting in the arena. My brothers had brought home what my parents expected, like Amazons staight from Themyscira, Izzy alternatively was this cute, very sexy actually, handmaiden to the young goddesses.

The others walked out, but I hung back, I felt like she needed a friend, and unlike Whitney and Dani, I didn't feel like a lap dog, they would pet on the head, on their way to give real head. I had spent my life trying to prove I belonged here, to gain their respect, to not be the punch line. As Dani walked by me, she actually grabbed my package, "So your little girlfriend taught you what this is for yet?" BITCH, I thought. And hated the truth more, 'not yet, but we had been so close!' But that was my secret. Winnie was my age, 18, but she was a year older which made a difference. I had spent two and a half years playing sports and hanging out with my friends. This was my time. Two weeks I had gotten my fist hand job, next week, before we all got shut up, I was sure we were just about to go down on each other, and prom, prom was when she had dreamed of going all the way.

Later Izzy asked me a question that suggested she thought I was a senior. I am not, I am a junior. But I was doing something none of my brothers had, I was actually going steady with a senior. Ricky, my oldest brother, and the one I am closest too in and odd way texted me first, "All right stringbean, hooking up with a senior...learn something!" That was it, but I took it for the compliment and sage advice it was. My girlfriend wa a song girl, you know, a pom pom or dance girl. But even though I am now almost six foot three, I barely weigh 160 pounds. I am the spitting image of Mike before he filled out. We talk in euphisms of sports, I read a scouting report by a big ten school, "Looks good on the hoof, tall with nice length, huge hands and wingspan, nice hops, has a great frame to add weight, could be a stud!" To my brothers I was "stringbean" and so I understood Izzy a bit better than others, how you can feel out of place in this home.

I don't lack a social constances, but my biggest outrage of this national nightmare was the abrupt interruption in my, "getting taught what this was for?" Of course, I hoped Dani noticed one thing, my scouting reports reference to enormous hands, and you know what they suggest bigs hand imply...at least what mine did! I let th others clear, Izzy had her back to me. I admired the view, actually of all of them.

"Hey" I called out as she looked up at me a bit startled. I said what I hoped would make her feel most at ease, and maybe closer to me. It wasn't that I didn't miss Winnie, but I was a man on a mission. "Don't let them get to you. They are all bluster." I was starting to learn my own game, and so I winked, but meant what I said, "if anybody gives you trouble, let me know, and I will take care of them." The reality was she was as safe as she wanted to be, I just hoped she didn't really want to, particularly when it came to me, arguably as risky as my father, in fact the only safe one was Jimmy, and how boring was that!

"Hey, wait a minute....Is it really cool that I am here?"

I smiled, I had made an impact, if she was crafting an innr circle, I was part of it. "Sure, why wouldn't it be? Ignore that, we are blowhards, but will never harm you, hell we'd kill for you since you are Mike's friend."

This was true, when I was 10 years old I was bulled by three kids, two 12 year olds and a 13 year old. They had me trapped, and how my brothers knew, I still don't know how. Suddenly like Avengers, they were there. Ricky threw a punch that broke the 13 year olds jaw. One of the 12 year olds, the smart one, peed his pants and crumpled to the ground. The other one lunged at Jimmy, who was roughly the same size, Mike intercepted him with a punch that crushed his nose, I mean crushed, the kid still sounds like a bag of cotton balls are stuffed up there. Ricky took charge, "Go to school tomorow and tell them what happened and who..no one pisss in our house!" My Dad got a call from the DA who he has in his pocket, no charges were filed, and I was never afraid again. My life was an endlss struggle of trying to live up to them, but I would kill for them, and vice versa.

Later as we talked she told me, I liked her more, I like edgy, and she had a little edgy, maybe it was the big city thing. I liked she wasn't studying business, or acting, or communications, she was as non them as you could get, and still be hot. "You know King Dan grew up in Chicago too, well not the city, the suburbs, I guess there's a big difference, huh?"

I don't know why, but when Izzy asked me, "You want to show me my room?" My smile I'm sure gave me a way, I tried to regroup. "Uh, I should ask my Dad, I think he wanted you.." I knew how bad that sounded, wondered if it was more Freudian than I realized, "...to put you in a specific room?" "Dad, you said Mikey's room for Izzy?" I should have guessed their history, Mikey had quite the resume, but I didn't so the look in her eyes both surprised and delighted me. Again, I was the spitting image of younger Mike...so????

I walked her up, heart racing cock getting hard with the speed only 18 year olds can do.. I opened the door, turned on the lights, and...was promptly and nicely thanked. I gave a second chance, "If you need anything, I am two doors down on the left." I had hope in my eyes, perhaps foolish, arguably dilusional, but God I hoped not.

I went to my room, was stroking my need, when the text came. "Damn it...can't I even Jack off!" I muttered. God it ached even more, but I tossed shorts back on padded down and knocked on the door. I wondered if there was any chance I was interrupting the same thing he had. "Izzy, are you awake...the King..." I laughed, "has summoned you to his chambers...” It was a joke. “...actually his study, if you're not in bed yet?" As I knocked I felt guilty...the girl...the one I had been fantasizing about was not Winnie...it was...and then I heard her opening the door....

 

[wickedpen]

The weight of the day hit me as I sat on the foot of Mike's small bed. I looked around the room and took in Mike's childhood. Apparently he was on every sports team Davenport was capable of having. It was an amazing progression of cute little boy to studly teen as uniforms changed from picture to picture. There were a few interesting books, but not many. These were not illiterate people, just different than me. I was coming to appreciate this.

There were prom pictures with amazingly good looking girls. All tall, tan, buxom, blonde and striking. I walked around the room, feeling out of place, looking at things as I often do in new places. Childhood rooms are like time capsules, lenses to look back at the younger version of the person. God he was handsome I thought as I looked at his senior baseball picture with another snapshot from what I would guess was a celebratory locker room where he held a Champaign bottle over an older man's head. I assumed it was his coach.

His mom clearly loved him keeping so much, and organizing it well, so not a month seemed to be missing from a complete eighteen years. But now he was not the little boy in the pictures, nor would his man sized body even fit in the bed, if my eye for proportion was right. He was a man who was probably pounding his primal need into Whitney as I looked at his kindergarten class photo.

It was quiet in the room as my bare feet enjoyed the thick beige carpeting. I stripped my bra from under my tee shirt and slid my skirt down, leaving them in front of his desk haphazardly. I opened his desk drawers curious as to what I might find, but as expected, it was like the hardy boys Americana. No penthouse or rubbers or computer disks, just slingshots, pencils and baseball cards. There was even an actual yo-yo which I held the faux wood yo-yo in my hand, as I flashed back to being a little kid in the park.

I thought back to my room at home, which at this point was mostly boxed up in our storage space in the basement of the building, as my mom's new office pushed my place out. I still had a bed for when I could not find anywhere else to stay but my parents had moved on, as had I.

The knock at the door was unexpected, although it probably should not have been.

"The king has summoned you to his chambers." came through the door and I nearly shrieked with outrage but simply froze. ".. actually his study, if you are not in bed yet." Charlie's voice said in a more comforting less threatening tone. He was not an underling bringing his King his nightly virgin, but something that seemed a bit less dangerous.

"Yeah sure, just a sec." I said feeling obligated to do as requested as the guest. I looked at my skirt and bra, then decided to leave them. I opened the door as Charlie stood tall and lean in only shorts that were failing fantastically in hiding the man sized hard on he was sporting. He was lean but tall and cute as his eyes immediately noticed my skirt and bra on the floor. His eyes quickly returned to me, like a little boy looking away from what he should not be seeing but upon returning to look at me, he realized I was wearing little more than a tee shirt and maybe panties. I felt tiny looking up at him but his youthful innocence empowered me.

"What does he want?" I asked as though Charlie would know, and if he did, tell.

He shrugged as his cheeks reddened and he tried to not be too obvious in his looks at me.

"Lead the way" I said with a bashful smile, unclear about my late night invitation, other than the "king wanted his rent." I thought. As we walked I felt my bare stiff nipples brush against the torn seam between the old iron on logo and the soft cotton of the tee shirt that had been washed a million times. The house was dark and cool as the night breeze blew through the open windows.

We did not say much on our walk. I was either a harem girl called to her master, or a deposed queen headed to the gallows. We arrived at a big oak wooden door which Charlie turned towards me and said "he's in there. Good night." and walked back towards the bed rooms. I stood for a moment, my heart racing, palms sweaty.

I imagined "his study" having a perpetual fire crackling in a stone fireplace. A bear skin rug in front of that where he enjoyed all women who entered his kingdom. The walls would be lined with books, he probably had a designer buy and place on the shelves. Heavy Burgundy curtains covering the windows from peeping eyes, and thick paneling to silence any screams or cries that may be expressed within.

"fuck. fuck. fuck." I thought as my teeth worked at what was left of my pinky nail. My mind raced from visions of King Dan on top of me, with a cock as big as Mike's. Or being pushed down to my knees and having his enormous cock brought out into my face and told to "suck it." I looked around before running my hand over my chest and pinching my stiff nipples, and then down under my shirt to my wet panties, only for a few delicious seconds.

"Was I really doing this?" I asked myself, fighting the urge to flee. Almost immediately, like a response to my nerves I heard Sara's voice pop into my head with her classic "Hell yeah!"

I took a deep breath and reached out my trembling hand for the brass door knob, stopping before I reached it, as it dawned on me I should knock. My knuckles barely registered a sound against the huge slab of wood on my first attempt. I knocked again, more forcefully, and registered an audible tap I was confident would have been heard inside.

 

[Homerun2611]

Slowly everyone had peeled off, Charlie had escorted Izzy off to her room, Jimmy feeling like a fifth wheel as the girls either pawed their significant others or cock teased me with innuendos and double entendres of the possibility of future escapades that were at a minimum taboo, at a maximum, obscene, had grabbed a beer and headed into the home theatre to play some xbox soccer game with his college teammates. I felt sorry for Jimmy, he was a good kid, really good, and he would miss Jan's presence the most. Dani gave me a wicked look, as she openly slid her hand down my son Ricky's pants and gently fondled him. "I think your son is ready for bed, aren't you ready too Dan?" God Damn, that girl had quite the game, and I did wonder if she was all talk. She and Ricky both had such an edge, and I was pretty sure, they enjoyed quite the adventurous sex life, and getting off on sharing and watching was every bit as hot as what they did together. I wondered if they even made it inside before she pinned him against a wall, or vice versa. I was confident she enjoyed exhibitionism, and I must say I hoped she found an opportunity to feed that fetish, and I was the beneficial audience.

Whitney was certainly more discreet, but no less amorous as she was splayed across Michael as he reclined on the chaise, sipping a whiskey and coke. Either Whitney was intentionally putting n a show for the old man or was completely oblivious of how, in the way she lay, her daisy dukes left nothing to the imagination regarding the hot, pink thong that had crept ever so deliciously up nd into the folds of her wet, cleanly shaven, cunt. "Jesus Whit, take him to bed too, before you make me want to jack off all over that hot little ass."

She and I had gotten to know each other very well at Dad's weekend as the boys had the Dad's play spin the bottle with their girlfiends for money. I had so enjoyed Whit's tongue down my throat, as we were all three sheets to the wind, I had barely been able to stop thinking of how I might enjoy that tongue elsewhere. Perhaps there was a chance of some similar event here, but with only family, even for me, that sounded out of bounds, even if it was all "innocent" and in the open. Between Dani and Whitney I was counting on them proposing the outrageous.

Whit looked back at me and winked, with a look that all but screamed "Perhaps we plan that for later, that sounds fun..." She looked down and there was no hiding the raging tent in my pants, she licked her lips. I liked the reaction and her recognition, as I thought, "Yep! That’s where Mike gets it, every magnificent inch." I couldn't have been happier for my boys, these two certainly weren't like the boys' mother, but Jesus they had to be having a good time. "Jesus Dad!" Michael looked over. I am sure I blushed. "My God, look at her, how can I help it..." With that Whitney rolled over and opened her legs as if she were dismounting a horse, giving me a full view f everything I desired at that moment. And as she swayed her hips walking away, she looked back over her shoulder, with a look I liked to think said, "Let me know if you need help with that?” Michael gave her a had spank on her perfect toned ass, and off they went, part walking, part kissing, part humping as she swung her legs up and around his waist to be carried to their room.

And so, as I sat at my desk, stroking my very large and exceedingly hard, aching and lonely cock, in an almost absent minded fashion, I wasn’t sure if it was a desire to get to know her, seduce her, or simply the curiosity of whether my youngest had bagged his first big game, that had me sending the text? I hoped it wasn’t seduction, “My God man, she has only been in the house under two hours, and you expect to fuck her?”

As I waited for a reply, my confidence grew in Charlie. I had seen them talking, and while I thought she was sizing me up, the reality could have been she was trying to make sure I didn’t notice her lust over young meat. If ever a father would understand and certainly not judge, it was me.

My mind was swirling when the phone rang, “Bill?” It was my wife’s sister’s husband, who also happened to be one of my three closest friends and confidantes. I knew all the bad stuff about him, the couple of affairs, the gambling issues, but he knew mine. The time I was so leveraged I almost sank the ship as the Nasdaq crashed, and my few, but enjoyable dalliances. That was the common theme amongst my three amigos, an obsession and enjoyment of beautiful young women that bordered on an addiction.
My back was to the door, oh, by the way, Bill is also the President of one of my largest holding companies. “Yeah, that’s fine….yes, I understand the state will be shut down another month…well that is the reason…” I head the soft knock, but I did not turn around. “…we got the government payroll money….well if they are going to give it, you have to take it, we will certainly be the ones to carry the tax burden….I know, it is a drop in the bucket, but I want no one let go…nope not one single person…nope not in a single company…you know my feeling, it is times like this you either show strength and leadership or weakness, and I will be damned if…”

It was then I turned around and saw ….”Oh my God Bill, you won’t believe the wonderful surprise I just received…what is that? Okay, picture this, and I do mean picture this…a very sexy little 20 something just walked into my office in nothing but panties and a t-shirt…

I smiled and winked at Izzy, mouthed, “This will drive him crazy!”

“She came home with one of the boys, she is here for the next two weeks, just got here…”

I laughed, “Very nice cans...yep that's right, outstanding really, big tis…more than a handful…Yep, motorboating kind… you old sailor you!” Parroting the Vince Vaughn line in Wedding Crashers, a movie they both loved. “But the best part is the nipples…mmhmmm, nice and hard, that poor cotton can barely contain them.”

“I think she is hot…very...bit antiestablishment, but in a very cute and sexy way...God Yes! Mikey says she is an all-time great fuck!”

You have to be dying of embarrassment, but know every word I say is the truth, I wonder your thoughts on a man who speaks so unabashedly?

I look at Izzy, mouth, “He is moaning, I am sure he is jacking off.” I am also really enjoying the attire you chose for our impromptu meeting. I m sure I must look a lot like the big bad wolf with little red riding hood.

“Oh yeah…sexy little panties, barely there, a thin little waist, and you know that curve in a woman’s thigh, yes the point that meets their panty line and pussy…hers’ is exquisite. Mmmm, just delicious….Oh, yes, I think they are, are your panties wet darlin?” Suddenly I am back at UT ready to go with darlin…ya’all…She is so sexy.

“Yeah, I was afraid she was uncomfortable here, but perhaps she is enjoying it more than I thought?”

Laughs, “I am glad you enjoyed it, why don’t you have a cigarette before you join your wife…I’m sure she is asleep, get up early and shower before she sees the dried cum on your thighs…you are welcome, but I need to go.”

I hang up, look at you, and enjoy one last full take. Part of me once to pounce like a lion, but I resist, laugh a bit, "He came...so fo me your trip is a success alreadhy."

I am being way to flippant and I realize it, I had fun, but you might be freaking out with how casually we discuss sex. “I am sorry, I’m sure I embarrassed you, but the compliments are real.” I grab a blanket and toss it to you. “You could have dressed before you came down, I just wanted to talk with you, but I do appreciate it more than you know. Most exciting thing to happen in this office in a good while unfortunately….but do cover up a bit…I am just a man, we are alone and that is too damned tempting!”

I guided her to the sofa, “Again, I shouldn’t have done it, but Mike’s uncle is my very favorite pervert, hell he is worse than me….At least in my opinion…."

I offer you a drink and refresh my scotch from the crystal serving set and sit down at the other end. Absent the bear rug, and the active fire, my office is not too dismal than what you expected. The floors and wainscoting is dark cherry, the sofa burgundy leather, large cherry and granite square coffee table, perfect for fucking, sits on top of an oriental throw rug, my desk is large and also cherry, a bit screen OLED TV sits over the mantle of the fireplace on a revolving holder.

"It is nice to have you here, I mean that, but I thought we should talk, I am guessing you are wondering what you have gotten yourself into…and probably that I, maybe we, stand for everything you hate…but now it feels a little different…that’s why I wanted to talk…you will be surprised to hear, I at one time…was very similar to you…a quasi socialist, right?”

 

[wickedpen]

I could hear him talking through the thick door in his loud confident way.

"no layoffs... strong leadership.." was about all I could make out, then the door opened and Dan was there. The thought of my dad's book store closing passed through my head in the moment as my eyes adjusted to the lighting of the room.

Dan was a handsome giant, as I stood flat footed on the polished dark wooden floor in a tee shirt, feeling ridiculous and small. Then he began to talk about me, describing me to who ever was on the other end of the phone in flattering but horribly inappropriate ways.

"tee shirt and panties. .. big tits... more than a handful.." he told his confidant as he ran his eyes over me, seeking the perfect verbal morsel to pass on about me, "a little anti-establishment girl, one of the boys brought home."

"... have a cigarette before you go to bed with your wife..." he told him and I immediately wanted a cigarette too.

I tried to play it cool but that is not easy when you are in a position like I am. His brutal honesty and wide open approach to life would have been disturbing, if it was not making me so fucking hot!

"He came so for me your trip is a success already." he said as though I had given him a trivia answer. I felt my body surge with excitement at the dirty talk, like the first time I saw porn or opened a boys zipper. He told me Mikey's favorite uncle was on the phone jerking off thinking about me being here.

"Glad I could provide a service." I said trying to be sarcastic but seeing his eyes light up, probably came across more flirtatious.

He made some apology for talking his friend off with my description then tossed the softest blanket, must have been cashmere, I had ever felt to me. "Cover up a bit... too tempting." he followed with as my head was spinning.

He went on to explain, as I moved to the couch and sat on one end with my legs pulled up under me and laid the blanket over my lap, about the phone call.

"Mike's uncle is my favorite pervert. hell he is worse than me, in my opinion" he said with a smile that I knew was genuine.

He offered me a drink and I accepted, not wanting to be a stick in the mud.

"Sure whatever you are having." I said, even knowing I hated Scotch and it would go right to my head. This would probably not the last thing I accepted knowing the end result will overcome any initial discomfort.

I looked around and the office was as I expected, but nicer.

"Jan must be the class of this operation." I thought I began to wonder about her. He handed me a heavy crystal glass I held in both my tiny hands and took a sip from as though it were boiling hot tea. My throat burned as the liquor went down warming my throat and belly all the way down.

I was nearly launched off the couch as he sat with his muscular weight, but managed to keep my seat and blanket in place over my bare legs, and whiskey in the glass.

He explained he was once a "quasi socialist" and claimed to have had a lot in common with me, at one time. I leaned into the thick leather sofa as the whiskey immediately relaxed me. I watched him, seeing Mike as an older man in his father. Clearly the source of many of Mike's mannerisms and and words, my mind went back to that night with him. Dan was looking at me like Mike had while I rode him selfishly. A slight smile filled with appreciation, like watching a beautiful flower opening to the morning sun, and only for him.

"Oh really?" I heard myself say as I came back from straddling his son a few months back in the small bed of my dorm room. "From the city where the rich and poor share the same sidewalks? Where the education you receive is tied to your zip code? Where smoking a joint for a black kid means jail, while we white kids just go home high?"

Suddenly Sara was screaming in my ear, "Don't be such a dick! What is the point! Be nice!" and she was right.

I leaned towards him and put my right arm across the back of the couch, opening myself to him with a soft smile. "I'm sorry, too many ethics classes this semester." I said with a smirk as my eyes slowly moved down from his, over his massively broad chest to his lap where the folds of his shorts were not laying exactly naturally.

We sat in silence as he smiled at me, like a parent waiting for their child to apologize for, well, being a child. I sipped more whiskey and then leaned forward letting my bare hip come out from under the blanket as I put the glass on the sturdy coffee table.

On the table was what appeared to be the unreleased sixth volume of "the Song of Fire and Ice". I leaned further with both hands now on the table. nearly falling off the couch as I reached for it. The blanket was now on the floor as my legs and black panty covered ass were now uncovered as I reached for the book.

"Where did you get this?" I said impressed, as I recovered some sobriety and recovered myself on the couch as I was consumed flipping through the pages like it were a sacred text.

I looked up at him like a surprised kid on Christmas. "May I?" I asked, "I love this series." as a bit of a blush came over me. The TV show Game of Thrones was downright obscene from incest in the first episode to it's long and twisted tales of sex and murder and greed and dragons, but nothing compared to the workmanship and long drawn out descriptions of George R. R. Martin.

"Did you read it?" I ask as his eyes return from somewhere below my face with his etched on smile.

I returned to the book flipping through the first pages. "I would do anything to read this. I did not even know it was finished!" I said. I did truly love the writer and the series, and with at least a few weeks to kill, it would be a wonderful escape. I looked up at King Dan and swallowed, "perhaps some motorbating in exchange, you old sailor," I said, heavily influenced by the Scotch, slowly stiffening my spine and pushing out my chest as my fingers slid over the linen like pages in my lap.

 

[Homerun2611]

Objectifying women, particularly smart, young women, whose hearts leap at the thought of fighting for a cause and taking down the man, can be a perilous route to take. Particularly, when arguably, you are...THE MAN. Yet it was my experience, when done correctly, even if infuriating and even embarrassing, it was also a huge turn on. And so, with young Izzy, standing there, no bra, high beams engaged, panties damp, potentially wet, I took a calculated risk.

Calculated risks were my specialty, it is what got the mind working and the heart beating faster, whether it was hitting the hole and planting your right foot hard going right at the massive linebacker, only to plant it again, juke again, with the slim hope of breaking the potential crushing tackle of the behemoth and running to daylight and glory, or leveraging a company so high, that the drop of a single point of market share would mean sure bankruptcy, these were the moments I lived for, pure unadulterated adrenaline rush. I wasn't even sure I was trying to seduce her, in fact doubted it, at least not at this moment, eventually though, almost certainly. My goal here was simply to arouse, make those nipples hard enough to cut glass, not just soak her panties but make her thighs glisten. I had a thought about tonight, but it wasn’t so much my satisfaction but hers, yet there was no denying I would enjoy it!

I knew she listened. Even if a woman was offended, being objectified by a handsome, even older and powerful, man was a thrill, it made the ego feel great, and usually the pussy wet, they couldn’t help it. It was almost a part of the DNA. Tell me, why do women wear plunging necklines, four-inch spiked heels, daisy duke shorts, stockings with garters, or lingerie, if not to be objectified. Inside every woman who considered herself attractive, whether it be girl next door, to staunch feminist, was a woman who wanted to be desired as a woman, have somewhere between one and many openly lust for thei tits and ass. Why else, at 11 PM, does a twenty-year-old girl come down alone to an almost 50, fuck I hate that number, year old man’s office in t-shirt, no bra and panties, nipples erect, cunt seemingly wet? So, as I gave Bill a thrill, I hoped against hope I had given her one too.

It wasn’t but a minute after I tossed Izzy the blanket, I regretted it. There are few things inherently sexier than a young girl in panties. Thin veils over treasure to be plundered, thrilling rides to take. I handed her, her scotch and water, the water a present as this 19 year old Johnnie Walker Blue. I tried to make her feel less like a fish out of water, our upbringings likely fairly similar, only to be speared and stung by said fish. "Oh really…From the city where the rich and poor share the same sidewalks? Where the education you receive is tied to your zip code? Where smoking a joint for a black kid means jail, while we white kids just go home high?"

I just sat and smiled, let her have her piece, as I admired her fine young tits and rock had nipples, and I watched how she processed it herself. I wondered how long she had wanted to tell somebody like me, exactly that? I wondered if it made her feel better, or if she thought it made a difference? Was she talking to me, or talking to herself about her mixed feelings of being here? People were dying around us, mostly the old or compromised, but also the first line defenders, and those people were the biggest tragedies in all this, yet here she was toughing it out at Davenport’s version of the Four Seasons

I saw her collect herself, not realizing I liked the passion and was far from offended. "I'm sorry, too many ethics classes this semester." And then I enjoyed as she let her eyes scan up and down me, lingering on my crotch. I enjoyed being objectified too, particular by such a sexy young piece of ass! ‘Like anything you see?’ I thought, I hoped I would find out. Yet, I stayed quiet making sure she was done.

“Don’t be….sorry, no need, no harm done…I liked ethics…not the black and white…no pun intended, but the gray and how you try to make the most ethical decisions against imperfect options. 50 shades of gray, right?” I smiled, “…bad joke! Seriously, you are right, life isn’t fair, cops assume a young black kid is a danger, and there are times they are right, other times they are horrifically wrong and racist…yet it is their life on the line…late at night, dimly lit street, they walk up to a car not sure if they are going to be handed a license or see the business end of some “legal” handgun? Soooo…they over react, racial stereotype and horrible things happen. Here is the hard part, I feel damn bad for those kids they stopped, I really do, I think it is terrible…but I also feel for the young cop who is making shit pay, risking his life to support his wife, or her husband and kid.”

“My parents didn’t have money, dad was a schoolteacher, but I went to college to make a difference. Instead I saw how rich kids lived, how their parents made the rules my parents lived by. I liked their lifestyle and the perks, and I liked the difference their money and power can make. I don’t apologize for who I am, but there is good and bad…But you, I like that fire and I hope you figure out a way to improve the life and create real justice for that black kid, but hopefully also the young cop with a wife and baby…My best answer is give money so better attorneys are assigned to help underprivileged juveniles navigate the justice system. Jan is on the national Board of CASA, they do good work as advocates for underprivileged kids trapped in the court system… I am first to admit it is a band aid at best.

He was happy the conversation lightened. She didn’t leave, that was a start. She leaned forward to put her glass on the table and I saw her perk up, she had spotted a true treasure or mine. "Where did you get this?"

I smiled, letting her marvel, “I am investing in the new prequel production, one of the executives at HBO gave it to me, he knew I was a huge fan. Of course he made me promise to give my life to keep the secret, it as an early birthday present.” I couldn’t say the word 50 again.

Suddenly I saw true respect and reverence from Izzy for the author, "May I?...I love this series."

It was fun to see the excitement in her eyes, like a little girl opening an oyster, finding a pearl, “Of course! Please…just be careful.”

When she saw the book I knew she was a fan. Many GOT fans were bandwagon jumpers, relatively few knew about the books of George R.R. Martin and far fewer yet have read them. I watched her lean over the table and didn’t hear her at first as my eyes were transfixed on the hypnotic vision of black panties tucked inside soft wet lips, and the camel toe produced. As she leaned over, I could picture her in almost exactly this position as Mikey had slipped down those panties and pounded that tight, sexy ass from behind. She looked at me… and I answered, ”Uh…” Clever, huh?

"Did you read it?"

“Sshhh, don’t tell anyone, but yes, most of it, it is a very long manuscript, almost 3000 pages.”

"I would do anything to read this. I did not even know it was finished!" I don't even cock my brow, I want to fuck her...eventually, but not as payment.

I smile, “Actually it isn’t. it is just a draft, but one the publishers are reviewing, the real book will be “Winds of Winter” but they haven’t even started doing the artwork yet, and this one may never actually get published, almost for sure not this exact version. Hell, the last one took what? Five or six years and he isn’t exactly the poster boy for healthy living. So, think of this as history that might never actually happen, yet you have a bird’s eye view!

Of course, this was a perk of affluence, and so it starts, “perhaps some motorbating in exchange, you old sailor," she flirted as she pushed her full young breasts out, I smiled, it was a good offer, her breasts were spectacular.

“Hmmm….that is interesting consideration.” I teased. I let my finger reach out and I teased each hard nipple, cradled her breast in teasing caress. “Have you seen Wedding Chasers?” I kept playing and teasing, watching her lower body squirm as I did. I licked my lips admiring her breasts, now in both hands, “What was the line in Seinfeld, they are spectacular, and they are real!” I laughed. The line was Jerry’s date to Jerry, he had doubted their validity, so she walked out.

“Well yours are also spectacular, and if I wanted to go motorboating, yours are the only vessel I would want…lean back a bit please?” It really wasn’t a request, King’s don’t make requests, they make commands. Some are just more nicely put than others. I released my hold on her young orbs and gently pushed her back.”

Her legs splayed open somewhat as she rocked back releasing the book and she followed my eyes down to her spread young crotch. “Do you know what I believe is one of the very sexiest parts of a fit young woman?” I raised my brow with my question. I took my hand and ran it up the inside of her leg to the little hollow at the top of her inner thigh, right where it met her panties. I rubbed my finger tip right along the line of her panties, the panty line gaping slightly. “Right there, it is like the entrance to magic!” I inhaled her now pungent musk.

“You smell wonderful…” I slid my fingers up inside her panty line, and slid my now hidden fingers up along her wet slit. Swallowing and looking in her eyes…”…do you taste just as good? I'd love to find out."

I look into your eyes, "….Either way, you may read the book at your leisure, just keep the book a secret…and another time, I would love to motorboat, or see how you might handle a nice log between your hulls... but it is not a condition?...Tonight I would rather it be about you, only you!"

 

[wickedpen]

I listened as King Dan played it cool, not rising to my college dorm bait, well my verbal spars at least. He had risen to my inborn bait. I bit my tongue when his "I'm a good capitalist..." giving excuses and causes, to whom he throws a percent or two, if that in the name of the poor and down trodden as he votes with his pocketbook.

"Why does the cop need to walk up on the black guy in his car? Who's fucking business is it of his? What a black man can't pull over to safely send a text, near a rich man's high rise? Is there still a constitution or did some people decide it did not apply on the Gold Coast?" ran through my head but somehow stayed in my whiskey parched throat. Rarely would I have held back on anyone supporting anything short of equal justice for all across the board, period. Might have something to do with why I was sitting on the curb earlier today without a place to go, or a friend to call, but that's a much different and more depressing story.

Sara chimed in my head, waking me from falling into self pity, "he likes you."

The book changed everything though. Books are my aphrodisiac and this was, oh my, take my breath, an unreleased early edit which meant there were clues to the bigger story, and pieces of the author's imagination that would be cut or changed in the final edition. This was intoxicatingly obscene and King Dan had it, like a proverbial ace in the hole. I was getting the sense he would gladly swap places with the ace, as long as the hole was mine.

I made a silly, brash offer, thinking letting a fifty year old man feel my big young tits against his face was a fair offer to read such a precious manuscript.

"almost 3000 pages." he said as though upping the ante, but did he know that. He would probably rather have Dani fuck Jon Snow to death in full 8K quality from his couch, instead of reading each word of their mad passionate incestuous love in the hay smelling of generations of Starks... I don't know if it was the whiskey or the book but I was both excited and nervous.

I watched his hand come at me slow but steady until it brushed my nipples through my shirt. I let out a sigh that said everything but "stop". I could not contain it as his massive hands pressed into my breasts with a familiarity that bred arousal.

"Holy shit Izzy!" Sara as shrieking in my head, "Big dick Mike's dad is feeling you up. And you like it!"

I somehow breathed slowly, keeping my cool, as my heart fluttered like a hummingbird in the cage of his hands. Everything was so fast it was slow. I got lost in his eyes and the sensations he created in me as he clearly enjoyed touching a young woman.

"Lean back a bit." he said nudging me back. I moved back as my legs, folded under me, opened and I felt my panties pull tight against me. I pulled my tee shirt up as I chewed my pinky nail and we both looked down on my hard abs running down under my pantie elastic stretched between my hips bones.

I held the book in one hand and the back of the couch with the other as he began.

“Do you know what I believe is one of the very sexiest parts of a fit young woman?” he said then ran his hand up my thigh, unconcerned I would object, and with the strength to overcome any objection I might have, although objecting was the last thing on my mind.

"No" I shuddered, inhaling as he touched my inner thigh. My tongue now curled up wetting my upper lip as his fingers tease me mercilessly slow.

I nearly laugh as I hear Sara screaming at the top of her lungs "FUCK HIM!"

His finger now tracing my "Y" along my panties I was in heaven.

“Right there, it is like the entrance to magic!” he said as his finger, as close to my clit as it could be without touching me, teasingly resisted. I held myself, trembling with nerves and desire, as I felt myself opening to him. I watched him inhale as my musky scent was undeniable in the air between us.

"You smell wonderful." he said like a junky feeling a fix slide into his blood. His finger then pressed lower along my aching lips and I anticipating him entering me, then nothing.

”…do you taste just as good? I'd love to find out." he asked. I wanted to object to his stopping with me trapped between orgasm and on fire but had another idea.

I reached down and took his hand, which had the damp fingers that had just slid along my most precious flesh. I took the two thick fingers and folded back the rest before bring his hand up to my mouth. I slipped my tongue out as a entrance for his index and middle finger, They slowly filled my mouth as his second knuckle reached my lips. My musky juices from his skin filled my head as I gently sucked. My tongue slithered against his soft manicured fingers as he finger fucked my closed lips. His strong jaw dropped as he watched me give his fingers the best blow job I could before returning his hand to him, clean and hot.

"No, better." I said answering his question, he had forgotten, in my most naughty voice.

It took him a moment to collect his thoughts I had scattered over a wild flower field of illicit desires, which I imagined was a rare occurrence for a man surrounded by beautiful things regularly.

"Tonight I would rather it be about you, only you!" he said trying to hide the beast within. The beast I was interested in playing with, not this shell of a nice family guy. I know inside men dwells the creature who ripped his prey apart with his hands to feed on it's life giving bloody flesh, and spread his seed in every womb he can, driven by life's need to survive many generations ago. That animal is still in all of us but in the modern world it is put down, locked up or otherwise controlled.

I jumped up, with the precious pages held against my fondled breasts, and said "If it's about me, this is all I need." I leaned down and kissed Dan on the cheek, and skipped away before his primal nature could reach out for me.

I stopped at the door and looked back letting my tee shirt ride up uncovering my ass. Not sure how to address the combination of confident disbelief and red eyed rage, I just slipped out without a word.

 

[Homerun2611]

My life was deals, the ebb and flow, the unexpected twists and turns, virtually none ever proceeded quite as expected. I considered that a good thing, constantly meeting expectations, simply reciting a known script, how fucking boring would that be. As was operating the companies after the deal was consummated, thank God I had people for that! It was the hunt, responding and anticipating to the behaviors of the prey that was what got me off. Oh yes! And the thrill of the kill!

Yet, it didn’t really matter how much experience I had, I could still delude myself that this one would be different, go smoothly. I was in total control, hook thrown into the water, bait applied, perhaps arrogantly assuming the fish would hop compliantly into the boat, catch its breath, and then hop into the pail. And thus, so far, this hunt was proceeding, as well as I could have hoped.

I was pleased we put the political rhetoric behind us. Was she right, absolutely, but so what? Racism was alive and well, and it was more resilient than a cock roach to being eliminated. Did I rationalize I was a good guy, yeah probably? However, the real world, and their causes needed money every bit, if not more than enthusiasts, sexy little Izzy, at least for now could only be the latter, I was the former, and it looked like neither of us had any strong inclination to switch roles.


I was not stupid, in fact reading people's motives, wants and lust was a core competence I relied on. I was fortunate, studious little Izzy didn’t squirt all over the manuscript, as her mind orgasmed at the realization of its existence. And if it meant unfettered access to the object of her desires, I was pretty sure young Izzy would have rationalized the momentary occupation of all three of her holes, and potentially both hands with mine and a few of my selected invites throbbing manhoods.


The #metoo movement had an effect on society in total, raising awareness, but it also had an impact on us, the men in power. Suddenly, in retrospective, those “consensual” memories, took on a different look. My lust had not changed, but my willingness to sweep away whether or not a woman really wanted what I was sure she needed, had changed, or at least I hoped, I wanted clear affirmation they wanted what I did. Don't get me wrong, my God, I wanted to rip that shirt open and those panties off. My mouth watered and cock throbbed at the idea of roughly turning her back to mine, and with her arms on the back of the sofa, the young mare positioned, letting her feel the power of the stud who had sired the stallion, she she had previously so enjoyed. He smiled at the thought, ‘You thought he was good…here is the beauty of an older man…I don’t come as fast, but I am just as big and hard, which means you can keep cumming and cumming and cumming!’

Yet, this was fun…looking for clues, reading body language, certainly taking risks that were far from politically correct, men and women still needed to have an element of hunter and prey, dominant and submissive, but I wanted to give her the choice, push, encourage, but not take.

I felt her thrust into my hand, just a bit…but she did seem to have a hungry little kitty, so I pushed on. The next move was classic as she pulled my fingers into her mouth, her response almost made me cum. "No, better." Lauren Bacall, Kathleen Turner or Charlize Theron could not have stated it to better effect. It wasn’t just the words, though perfect, it was the delivery, breathy tone, perfect inflection, it made all the difference. The difference between a joke teller and a master comedian, sexy girl and siren!

It seemed at that moment the fish had indeed hopped into the boat, I raised my grappling hook ready to own the marlin, I delivered a line I considered so charming, selfless and genuine, make tonight about her. I was expecting her to push her panties aside, and use her fingers to spread her lips of her wet pussy, thus setting my table for dining at the “Y”. Instead the naive and ungrateful little angelfish spit the hook and sent it spearing into my kingly cock.

Next thing I knew, up she popped, kissed me on the fucking cheek, "If it's about me, this is all I need." Suddenly, I watched the back of those barely covered, black panty ass clad cheeks hop out of my room, as I tried to wind my wolfly tongue back into my speechless mouth and figure out what the fuck just happened, when the deal went bad? I never got the chance.

Little did I know, just outside my door, for quite a while had been Dani. In fact she just barely slipped behind the opening door as Isabelle hustled out. She waited a second to insure the coast was clear and then waltzed into my office, still wearing her sorority shorts, and t-shirt, but not a stitch underneath.

“Fucking Ricky passed out!” She huffed as she sat down where Izzy had been sitting, propping one leg up on the sofa so I had a perfect view of exactly how little she was wearing. She looked me in the eyes, as I started to stand up, my hard on indecisive if he was coming or gong. “She is a stupid little fool, forget about her.” I could tell she knew the gist of what just happened, and I was embarrassed.

“Exactly how much did you hear?” I asked, thinking what in hell I could say to explain this. “Enough…enough to know she is a fool and I wasn’t the only one left hanging!” She smiled at me, and I was no longer confident of who the wolf in the room was. “So, what is the female term for blue balls?” We laughed but then she got up and closed and suddenly my oldest son’s girlfriend was licking along my jawline and unbuttoning the buttons on my shirt, stroking my chest, and I was not objecting. “Dan, she doesn’t understand, I’m not sure I did then either, she will learn and regret this later….”

She sighed as my hands slipped down and cradled her ass. “Looks, charm, even money are all great…but the ultimate aphrodisiac is power…the fact you are the trifecta….Mmmm.” We kissed, her tongue almost halfway down my throat. And then I watched as this gorgeous young woman backed up and slipped off her shorts, sliding back on the coach and perching one foot on the floor, her other heel on the back of the couch in a position that can only be described as obscene.

“So I want the same offer? Let tonight be all about me, and I promise to reciprocate and let you have a King’s night only….Are you still hungry?....” She took her long middle finger with its perfectly manicured nail, and ran it up her slit. “Come and eat Daddy!” I don’t remember if I sat first or simply dove, I also don’t particularly remember breathing…all I know is the momentary frustration over Izzy wa replaced by the spectacular offering of Dani…and I partook gluttonously….

 

[wickedpen]

"The great white lured the tuna." I said quietly to myself, impressed as "beanpole and the goth", as I had dubbed them, were in front of his study door, behind which was the object of my desire. I knew Dan would not be passed out and potentially up for some company late night, since Jan was not with us, like after the bowl game in December when Ricky passed out and we met by chance in the bar of the hotel. I appeared to be too late tonight though.

I regained interest in the dark as the understanding that not only was Dan denying his last virgin, but he managed to get sweet Charlie to offer the dearest lamb he had courted all night, onto the alter of the horny dad. So close, and possibly even willing to pop his precious cherry we all work so hard to keep intact. I stopped in the shadows, not breathing in the shorts and white dress shirt I had worn earlier. I had quickly grabbed them off the floor in the dark as I was annoyed, left hanging by Ricky who was passed out, and soft.

"I was fucking drunk!" I thought as stumbled down the hall. I felt unbalanced coming upon Charlie leaving Izzy knocking on his father's study door. I licked my lips and felt a rush watching such a scandalous affair begin.

Stepping up in the dark, first looked for Charlie, but he had gone back to his bed alone like a good little virgin. I leaned into the side of the door frame, by accident, as my hand moved between my legs with need. I heard muffled talking as I touched myself. I stepped to the thick wooden door. Silently leaning in to brush my hair and then ear against the door, barely touching it. I was laser focused on the sound coming through the door as Dan and Izzy flirted, the rest of the world disappeared and the scene grew in my mind, like watching through an imaginary key hole.

His offer was strong, I will say that. My fingers circled with purpose as I listened to the offer of an "all about you" night. The way he had touched me in the men's room of the hotel in San Antonio. Making out with my boyfriend's dad was a first, but so fucking hot. I mean I have always had a thing for older men, their money and power is pretty hot, but what would New Years Eve be like with the family as he looks at me having put his fingers inside me and tongue well down my throat. I would kiss Jan hello and never say a word, and so would and did he. My mind wondered back to all that until the silence stopped with a click.

The ending of the Izzy Dan show was abrupt, and caught me off guard, and had she not been so consumed with a fucking book she would have noticed me three feet away in the shadows. I had no where else to go when I heard the door knob turn. Not moving a muscle, like a mannequin in a store window I froze. My mind empty of an explanation for why I had been outside the door in the middle of the night or what I heard or... Luckily it did not come to that, and I took a breath.

Like pitching VC as a freshman, I was nervous but knew I was the fifteen hundred pound blue marlin, a big mean bitch too big to mount on your wall. The big Kahuna was out, I had only gone for his hooked once before, but what a fight that had been until I wiggled away letting my morals override my desires. I would not make that mistake again. Now the swells were up, and the sun pounded down on him as the mate calls "fish on!" as I snapped his line tight as a bodice on prim night taking the bait and the hook.

I stepped around the door, just as unflustered as I had been in the blue shadows nearing the surface for a snack that August afternoon. He was in the chair, that pole locked between his legs and firmly gripped by his hands. I strained arching my back with every fiber as I jumped, just driving that barb deeper, and then relented. He cranked again and again in what seemed a futile struggle against the hiss of the reel in his hands, as I make another long deep run.

“Fucking Ricky passed out!” I said picking up both glasses and refilling them as he looked on in silence. I hoped my bravado would get me past the fact that I looked ridiculous, it was midnight, and we were both drunk, and horny as hell and I just saw the other young lady leaving. I stood over him holding both glasses looking down at him. Not offering nor declining as he took me in with his eyes. I raised one glass towards him and his big meaty hand reached up and took it with that cute little naughty grin I remembered in the bar. My eyes rolled over his lap, pleased as I fell into the couch. My long legs fall spread comfortably, practically man spreading as I turned towards him, showing exactly what I wanted him looking at.

“She is a stupid little fool, forget about her.” I said looking away and letting my hair fall over my eyes as I drank the delicious scotch and he drank in the view of my cleanly shaven tanned flesh.

"How much did you hear?" he asked, and this was one of those points when you have to make a choice knowing there is a right answer, and you better bring it. The conversation replayed in my head as she fluffed him for me like a experienced pro but should I know that?

He could feel the big animal on the end of his line down in the depths as sweat covered his body in the chair, along with sea water they threw on him to cool him as the fight continued and hours dimmed the day into evening. Grunting into each pull then inhaling deeply as he reclaim what he wanted, and he sensed the long, teasingly aggravating fight may soon be over.

I moved up on him, taking his chiseled chin in my hands. His unshaven rough skin, course against my lips, tasting him, salty from a day in the sun. I let him feel my wet lips and tongue against his face. My breath, "Come and eat Daddy!" I exhaled into him, and rolled back with my long tan legs together and up for him to get my shorts far enough off to let me unfold my blossom to feed his hunger for hot young women.

Tasting the salt water as the great fish grew weak for the fight in the dying light, and her hunter was only getting stronger. The mate showed respect for the rich tourist able to bring in a great fish like this, like a man should. His fingers ached as he released the pole and slid out of the seat as instructed by the captain. A tradition on this boat is that when a man lands his first big marlin, "He must be secured or released by the man who hooked it." he said, "Look in his big black eye when you decide." he said with this focus and respect that you didn't question, The crazy old salty sea captain. His clothing drenched and clinging to his time hardened body he did not hesitate, driving the gaff hook into her with authority.

Opening to Dan was so something I had imagined since I met him but so wonderfully natural here and now. Hungry and gentle, unshaven but delicate, he did not treat me as anything but an equal. He accepted me rolling on top and straddling his face, rocking forward and back against his firm wet tongue. My hands holding my tits as I quicken my movements.

"Oh God!" I whimpered as my first orgasm came on almost immediately. His beard was not as coarse after that, as I was either blissfully numb or his face was just nicely lubed, and probably both.

I felt myself turn and fall towards the back of the couch. Onto my knees on the edge of the leather cushion as Dan moved behind me. He caught me with one big hand under my chest and one on my hip. My hands eventually reached the back of the couch as I laughed at my slow reactions. MY laughter stopped as I felt his thick cock slide down the crack of my ass. It was agonizingly slow and the fastest moment of my life as he buried himself in my aching folds wet with anticipation. Like a bolt of lightening shot through every nerve, every cell, every muscle, he pulled into me and we were one. He held me with him, motionless and silent, savoring my hot young body I am sure.

A few long slow movements, not fast enough to be thrusts so, movements, forward and back as it felt incredible and we began to stretch the limits of our bodies.

"Oh god Dan you're incredible!" I gasp confidently, knowing he is thinking the exact same thing and more. I reached back and grabbed his ass pulling him harder into me, letting him know I want more. His hand groped my chest, pinching my nipples hard enough to feel over everything else, but only just. He held my neck and I knew his dominance, both willing to die for this moment.

"Anything Dan, I will do anything you want." I sigh between thrusts which are becoming more pronounced. The thought Rickie's dad about to cum had me biting my lip to suppress screaming as he must have felt me convulse in orgasm around him.

 

[Homerun2611]

I remembered that night, the entire sequence of fortunate and unfortunate events. A mistake, a presumed offer, a momentary acceptance, an awkward end, and the insights revealed, I would never forget.

A year and a half ago, Texas had played Georgia in the Sugarbowl, I had three fifty yard line tickets, and this being a patriarchy, the two oldest sons had dibs. Plus, it was New Orleans, and at sugar bowl game time, even the laizze faire French quarter securing religiously checked ID’s. So the oldest sons got the invite. We had a great time, I knew Tim Floyd from his Iowa State days, and the former coach of the Pelicans told us all the best spots. What happens in “Nawlins” stays in New Orleans, but suffice it to say we got hit as hard by Paddy O’Brien’s hurricanes as any victim of Katrina.


This past bowl season, my Horns were celebrating a far less impressive campaign, and so the Alamo Bowl called. Now the game itself is “meh”, BUT, San Antonio and the Riverwalk, that is a different story. So, with good tix easy to get we opened up the list, all the boys and any dates. I got rooms at the Hotel Emma, my favorite quirky, 5 Diamond Hotel. Jan and I in the President’s Suite, Ricky and Dani in another suite, Mikey and Whitney were skiing at his buddy’s in Aspen, Charlie and Jimmy sharing a room. Texas won huge, spanking Utah, and when we rolled in at midnight, we went to our rooms, a fun night of eating, and partying as well as the game. Ricky, who was perpetually overserved, almost pissed himself in the elevator going up, spilling his drink all down Dani’s tied on UT t-shirt.

The Emma has one of my favorite bars, the Sternewirth, just a great, chic bar. Jan was going to bed, she had a cosmo after the game, and the queen of self discipline had an early run planned along the walk before it got busy. She had no issue as I tucked her with a boo in to go down alone and enjoy a nightcap, maybe relive the game some. I had taken a few minutes, but I saw this incredible blonde, her back to me, in what appeared to be a very short, very tight LBD. Even from behind the signal she omitted was not for the faint of heart, there was a wild and dangerous big cat in the jungle, hunters beware. I licked my lips, and made sure my gun was loaded and inappropriately positioned as I walked in behind her. “May I buy the sexy girl a drink?” This was not a throw away line of a boyfriend’s dad, this was the opening overture of a well choreographed sexual tango, and she knew it, but she recognized the voice.

“I hope that offer was for this lady?” A look in her eyes clear, my hand had been caught firmly in the cookie jar. Ash she spun and put her high heeled foot up on the stool I stood in front of, she made sure she flashed me, removing any doubt as to whether she was wearing panties. I thought of some sort of plausible retreat, but I was outflanked, and would only have made a bigger ass of myself. I was caught red handed, and she didn’t seem to mind, quite to the contrary. “Seems we are both dressed up with nowhere to go,” she smirked. I let my eyes scan up and down, and smiled the wolf finding his footing, “Yes, I noticed.”

What the fuck, she knew I had been down here looking for a girl like her, 80’s pop music fans, and she had turned around with less than pure thoughts on her mind. So I stepped in between her somewhat spread legs, ordered a drink for me, another round for her. “Ricky passed out?” She nodded affirmatively her eyes burning holes in mine. I let my palm rest just above the inner thigh just above the knee on her food on the chair. “Then I guess its my job to entertain the deserted damsel.”

I pushed up further between her legs, I had traveled similar grounds many times, just never with my son’s girlfriend. I was ashamed how that fact alone made this trip all the more appealing. Then there was Dani herself. From the first moment I saw her I was impressed. Like Jan, she was an alpha lioness, but Jan was more naturally a home maker, having the cubs for the King of the pride, licking and cleaning the cubs, ensuring the other lionesses were behaving in a manner benefitting the pride. Dani was a hunter, he could see her leading the lionesses on the hunt, attacking th wildebeasts, and tearing them limb from limb, until she came back, blood dripping, laying the wounded but delicious meat at the King’s feet, and then turning and presenting her heated loins to earn her reward. The King was hungry.
I cooly sipped my drink in one hand, as did she, while my other hand steadily moved upward, until I was sliding my finger along lips puffy and dripping with desire. “Would you like me to take care of this, I’m quite good at this sort of thing?” I asked like I might jump her dead car battery. She simply smiled, “Well possibly, but not here…” We left are drinks sitting there, a $50 on the bar. The nearest point of refuge was the ladies room, we were no longer thinking just doing. The door flung open, inside I turned and she jumped into my arms, legs around my waist, as kisses were exchanged, hands groped and hips grinded.

“Let me down, in here!” She said, as we opened and subsequently locked the stall, her one hand pressed up against the tile, as she lifted the back of her short, sexy dress over an ass you could bounce quarters off of! Her back arched, her ass turned up to be mounted, I fumbled trying to get my pants down and cock out as fast as possible…I was almost there when….

“Gladys, did you see that young girl with that handsome older man?” Titterings of laughter, “Why is it only men who get the young ones?” I didn’t remember seeing the women but from their names, words and the sounds of their voices, they were 80 years old, if they were a day. Dani and I held our places quiet as church mouses, as both women, undid God only knows how many garments to take extremely prolonged pees, to our immediate left and the next stall over. It had to have been 10 minutes start to finish, unfortunately plenty of time for us to lose the moment, and change our minds in ways I know I would always partially regret.

As the ladies left, Dani was bringing her dress back down, and straightening, as I tuck my lion gun back in my pants. I walked her to her room, and exchanged a good night kiss that was more paradise lost than a cumming attraction. The next morning I was at breakfast, she came down arm and arm with Ricky, stopping at my table as I got up and hugged her. “I loved last night…sorry about …” She didn’t have to say, and from that moment on, no one would have guessed how close we came to fucking. As sexy as she was before, she was better now. She won my trust, perfect and total discretion…I wanted her as part of the family!

So now, here we were, Dani had just creamed all over my face, I was drunk on her juices, and she had once again bent over and presented her young cunt for the taking! Gladys was nowhere in sight, and with a muffled roar, I bagged my sexual beast, siding my large cock inside of Ricky’s lover without a moments hesitation on either of our parts, it had been inevitable. Long, slow, deep we enjoyed every inch in prolonged and intense intercourse. “Jesus you’re tight…” I moaned, forgetting what a young woman who ate kegels for breakfast could do with their young, supple body. “Fuck, I’ve wanted you…dreamed about youo, ever since that night…I have wondered if I would ever…” I pounded harder and felt her hands, and nails grip into my ass, I hoped she drew blood, marking me.

I reached around, playing with, rolling, then pinching her nipples as we let pain, heighten the pleasure. “You are such a hot fuck…Oh, God!” I pounded harder, my pelvis slapping into her receptive body. I pulled her up, wrapped my hand around her throat, just enough to make her light headed…my other hand/fingers pressing into her clit driving her back to me. I was groaning and moaning, using her body to release so much need…as I felt her cumming again, my entire body clenched and I drove my hot, thick load, rope after rope of patriarchal seed into her. I pressed and kept going until we both rode out every wave. Pulling out, I spun her and kissed her. And then laid on the couch, our hands running up and down our sweat glistening bodies.

“You like to flash…have you ever had exhibitionist fantasies?” You don’t ask that question unless you have had them yourself. I had been to sex clubs, but never performed. “Thank God Ricky has a drinking problem…you said I could do anything to you I want, I plan to hold you to that…I promise there is more I want to do to you!”

I could be honest, and knew it was fine, this girl had proved herself already, and tomorrow we would move on, until the next time Ricky got to drunk…the next morning I called the liquor store and had them deliver three handles of Three Roses whiskey, my oldest son’s favorite.

Charlie kept his door ajar, not exactly sure what he thought might happen, he feared the worst, but hope springs eternal in an 18-year-old cock. Was Dad fucking her, that bastard, he could have any of them, even her, just not tonight. He had done his best work carefully walked the edge of the friend zone, or little brother territory, it was a dangerous precipice, but maybe Izzy was a little kinky, hopefully as kinky as his own family appeared to be, or maybe he was still just young virgin meat, ready to be chewed up and digested. He didn’t care if he was simply an outlet for frustration, or if she might actually be attracted, all he cared about was losing the “V” he felt was emblazoned on his forehead like some scarlett letter. A letter almost more shameful at his age, then the “A” in old Salem.


Suddenly he heard her, and he got up, stepped outside his door, “Uh, how was it…” He looked down and then looked up with a crooked and highly suspicious brow, “…Dad gave you his book?”

 

[wickedpen]

I enjoy sex, I mean I just like a lot of physical activities, sports, running, skiing. I am one of those people who enjoys their body and knows how to use and enjoy it. It is truly a gift when you are lucky enough to be blessed with an appreciation of the state we live in and a set of senses and environment to enjoy it. Not to enjoy the bounty of the flesh is to deny that which makes us whole. I will freely admit, it is easy for me to say, tall, blonde, born into a family that supported me and a few breaks along the way. The world worships me, and even if I fuck up, it picks me and my like up and dust us off and send us on our padded way. At least I am aware of this advantage.

No one would call me a slut, but I fuck like one of the boys. I am not submissive in anyway or needy. Never within the pack, unless you are willing to take the whole pack. Learned this as a little sister of a frat at Princeton. I never felt used and they knew it. They respected the fact that I wanted to feel them inside me as much as they wanted to be inside me. The trading floor where I interned, turned into a bit of that, but it was a summer and only a few could corner me alone. I thought is a fair deal since I was making forty thousand for a summer, what's a few blow jobs? Ricky and Dan, more importantly, was new.

The silence of his cock sliding into me punctuated by his grunt and the slap of our sweaty bodies. I love the sound, like heavy sides of meat dropped on a butcher's table, again, and again, and again.

"Oh sweet Jesus again!" I gasped holding myself in place for him, letting his force transfer through me into my hands on the couch, down through the wooden feet of the couch into the plush burgundy rug over the dark hardwood floor Jan selected for one of the richest men in Iowa. Did she imagine this moment back in the architects office twenty five years ago.

"I think the burgundy leather will offset the blonde hair of his secretary as he pounds her from behind." she explains her choice to the over priced salesman who has heard and done this before. He had seen a generation of rich men grow old and find fresher pastures while the beauty who got them there wither into maturity.

Either way I felt a desire and responsibility to perform to a standard she set with the decor. The feel of his hands sliding on my body, feeling me, squeezing me, gripping and pulling me. His cock hard and purposeful, drenched in my deepest desires.

Jan, she could probably get this anytime she wants, and runs this house I thought as the scene came into deeper focus. This house of barely broken stallions looking to run wild through all the young mares she keeps in check with a glance. Respect does not begin to describe my feeling about Jan. She sits on the thrown and will until the day she dies, and I would proudly sit at her knee. The loving daughter in law, servicing her litter while keeping them safe. Absorbing Dan's highest physical desire while knowing he would put me to the blade before dishonoring Jan. But Jan was not hear and I was and we were close.

It was like a cool hose flowing over my hot sweaty body as a kid in the backyard. Numbing yet not, electric but not shocking, total endorphin blasted shared satisfaction. Together, like we had just won the world championship of two on two basketball, and were spent. Laying there on the couch breathing as our bodies replenished their air. There was no ego, like they teach you in the art of war, simple unity in purpose, mindful of the enemy, chaos and distraction. He took my hand in his sweetly.

"I promise there is more I want to do to you!” he said with a genuine smile and he meant it, but had no idea how wonderful those words were to me. He may have thought I might take that as a threat, not a promise. I don't want world peace or equal justice, just a well lived life balancing work with pleasure. Dan was the kind of man who could make sure that happened, for a long time.

I reached over into his lap and took his soft wet cock in my hand. I sat up on the wet leather couch as Jan's voice filled my head.

"Dark leather and waterproof it, so we can clean the cum stains easily." she said back in the designers office.

I felt his cum pooling between my legs, aware of everything, so alive. I looked at him as he brought his big hand to my back gently feeling my skin.

"Would you like some more now?" I said in my most genuine, hottest purr followed by my tongue wetting my lips. My hand slowly pulling again and again as there is a spark but no blaze. Not feeling a quick surge I did not want to push it. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth, swirled my tongue around a few times and then withdrew with a mouth full of our taste cleaned off him.

"I better go." I said with only a hint of the disappointment I was feeling. I wanted to give him sensations he would be endlessly addicted to. An openness and willingness to indulge any and every fantasy, allow anything without judgment, both secure in the knowledge this can all end at any moment, and a mob like silence will be expected, "or you're sleeping with the fishes." Like an affair when the possibility of any relationship beyond friends with benefits is impossible. One night stand but again and again.

I reached for my work blouse and pulled it on and buttoned a couple buttons to keep my tits covered. My shorts were nearly shredded by Daddy needing his eats, but at least hung over me, a little. I turned and stood for him to inspect me, like a general reviewing his troops.

"Thanks" I said with a big genuine smile, knowing he was pleased with me. I leaned forward putting one hand on the sofa arm and the other on his soft cock, and kissed him. A long deep slow wet kiss full of everything we did and anticipation of what's to come. At the first firmness against my palm I stood back. I turned and stepped when unexpectedly his hand slapped my ass smartly. I knocked it away a moment late, as I felt the burn.

"Hey!" I objected with a laugh as I jumped away from him, more out of surprise than pain, but rubbed my ass. It was a playful slap, but instinctively I played it up. I kept walking as I noticed on the antique grandfathers clock it was nearly three. Today started at five in the pool at the gym in New Jersey, before working, I thought as I silently opened and closed his door, like I was sneaking out. Outside I beamed and headed back to Ricky.

I was wide awake and sober as a judge, or more like drunk but high on speed, feeling no pain. I walked quietly replaying the last hour or so until at the top of the stairs I looked down a hall and there was Charlie in profile with his hand on little Izzy's black and purple hair as she was on her knees servicing the not so little man. He was a chip off the old block, like the rest with a cock I could not swallow whole, and clearly Izzy was having trouble with half. Charlie's eyes were closed as he leaned his head back with his mouth open. I smiled unsure if he was incredibly happy to be getting a blow job or did it feel so good?

I stood watching for about ten seconds before Charlie jerked, clearly cumming but he held her head too tight and she bucked back losing his cock, couching and gagging as he finished himself onto her, now sprawled on the floor, halfway back into her room. I was mesmerized as Charlie stroked himself again and again with a look that was clearly not that of a thankful virgin. He finished and looked right at me with a grin that spoke volumes, as I stood flat footed and slack jawed. I was thankful I could only see Izzy's legs as she had fallen into her room and could not see me. She did not know I knew she had given Charlie a blow job only to have him gag her before jerking off on her. I turned and headed down the hall to the room where Ricky was asleep as fast as I could.

"What the fuck?" I whispered as I leaned back against he door to hold out the madness I had just witnessed. "That was not cool." I say trying to work the problem. I cannot tell any of his brothers or Dan or Jan. they would all believe him.

"Why did she do it in the hallway? Why did she do it at all, when Dan offered a much better deal and she opted for the book?" the shark in me started to weigh the deals and motivations. "Did she like the risk? The young man? Did she like it rough?"

Ricky moved in the bed and I stopped talking to myself in the dark. I stripped and showered, washing the evidence in case Ricky needs a hangover cure. He says eating my pussy cures his hang overs. Lucky for me he drinks heavily.

I slip into the cool soft sheets, Jan picked out for guests. I laid my naked body on my back and my head on the pillow next to Ricky, half undressed on the top of the bedspread, like parking the car on the front lawn.

"I guess I will have to talk to him." I said having weighed the options. I have pleased the king, now need to work behind the scenes to smooth the litter as mamma is away.

 

[Homerun2611]

“Uh oh” had I really just basically accused our guest, the girl I had been hopelessly trying to interest have any interest in me, a whore? And for what, a stupid book. Okay, maybe for the ability to manipulate my player values in the new Madden game, but for a book? I clearly did not share the same passion for George R.R. Martin’s literary tomb as she did.

Izzy suddenly had a different look in her eye, and I was pretty sure I was about to be slapped. I smiled, about to try to make a joke of it when, “Yes, I do…I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse!” Suddenly young goth Isabella was Vito Corleone and she halved the distance between us to under two feet.

I wasn’t sure what she meant, I looked down, she was walking fine, no slickness on her thighs like Mom used to come down with in the mornings ocassionally, so I don’t think they fucked. Then she did a most exaggerated wetting of her lips, “AH”, a blowjob! God I wanted a blow job, any job, hand, blow? Just get my virgin rocks off……..PLEASE!!!!

You are perhaps surprised to hear that it happening with my father, while my dear mother was gone, didn’t bother me? That illusion had been broken three years ago, I think it was. And not by Dad, but by Mom. She had come home from her tennis lesson with Gianni, the young, handsome Italian born instructor at the club. We kids called him “Borg” for his fashion choice to wear the same, shorter than short 1980’s Fila tennis shorts once favored by Bjorn Borg. We thought he looked like an ass, little did we know how the shots enhanced the visibility of his big European cock, and kept his lesson calendar completely full…women only.

My mother being the alpha of the group, was apparently the woman who saw it as her responsibility to give the sleek Italian sports car a drive. She came back home one day, her tennis shirt inside out and backward, Mikey saw me about to ask a question and put his index finger to his mouth. He gave me a head nod to meet him outside. The lesson was quick and to the point, “Mom and Dad fuck around, I think all the rich parents do. They love each other, they won’t get divorced, and they are convinced none of us know.” That was it, and suddenly everything made sense. Some of the grunts I had heard from Dad’s study, how mom NEVER missed a lesson, and was the first to book a new pro…yet, he treated her like a queen, and from the disheveled way she sometimes came down in a robe on Sunday mornings, the days we decided to skip mass, they still had sex, and ferociously.

Suddenly I saw her delicately put the book down and take to steps toward me, such that we were immediately outside of her room. Her look was so different, where was the wide eyed overwhelmed chick from downstairs? Somehow my question had sparked some demonic freak, but beggars can’t be choosers. She closed, and suddenly there was a small hand gripping what seemed like a perpetually hard cock. “Does cute little virgin boy want the same treatment as big bad Daddy?”

My cock lurched and swear to god I almost shot all over myself, without a doubt those were the hottest, sexiest words ever spoken to me, I thought my heart might leap from my chest. Yet, the athlete in me, suddenly understood the game, and a calmness of the battle took over, I was in the gym, fans going crazy, ball in my hand, money behind the three point line.

“Why, does Daddy’s little slut want more, one isn’t enough, she needs more cock, more cum? Freaky little college girl, you’ve been used by my brother, now my Dad…do you like being my family’s sex toy, our dirty little whore?” Okay, I couldn’t believe it was me talking either, God knows I had streamed enough porn lately, nearly had blisters on my hand and shaft from jerking off, but even I had to admit, that wasn’t bad!

“I don’t think you can last, you’re going to pop that virgin cock, before I can even taste it…you think you can handle a whore like your Dad brother, I don’t, they had big, nice experienced cocks…” She squeezed my shaft hard, then my balls. Little did I know she was helping me, or otherwise my rocket would have fired all over the inside of my pants. “Tell me how bad you want me to teach you…let my slutty mouth play all over that young prick…you think you can handle me?” Suddenly my cock was squeezed hard again, and I felt her tongue drive in my mouth, her nipples were so hard, it was like razors on my chest. Shit, she likes it freaky! And so apparently did I.

I wasn’t sure how much, if any more game I had, but I was gonna try. Suddenly her tongue slipped out, and she bit my lip hard, holding on as she fondled my cock, her other hand pinching my nipple. It fucking hurt and I loved it! I broke the kiss and gave her a slap across the face. “Suck me, like you did him/them, better, I want to fuck that dirty mouth, feel you take me deep. NO FUCKING BITING… I want to own their whore.” Fuck it was surreal, some script writer giving me dialogue. I know I had heard that somewhere, I think the actress was Asa Akira, God she could suck cock, and loved it rough, gagging, spitting and deepthroating. I put my big hands on Izzy’s shoulders and pushed her down. “Take it out and lick me God damn it!” She did, and suddenly one hand was on my balls, massaging, and one was stroking my, young, ivory shaft. “Like this, you gonna pop boy, or are you gonna be a man…Mike tasted good…I loved that big cock.”

I knew Mike had, had her, and she had basically told me Dad, I wanted to be them, be as good, be better. “You like it bitch, that cock taste good…I need to fuck that mouth.” I didn’t really know how to fuck anything, I wondered does everyone sort of learn from porn. “Then fuck me!” She challenged and before I knew it I was grabbing her head, fucking her thoat, and ….”MOM!!!” I thought.

There at the end of the hallway, gorgeous, blonde, was the silhouette of my mother. “I knew she wouldn’t like it…not her boy…his first time…but not with her!” It was never specifically stated, but there were so many clues, Mom had helped both Ricky and Mikey become men. Ricky had gone away to a football camp, Mom had taken him…from what I understood, they went in the woods to camp and the skies opened up. There was a deserted cabin…and they were both soaked and freezing. Somehow a fire got started and…Ricky became a man.

With Mikey it was more planned, he was a sophomore dating a girl, Mom thought a slut. She took him for a mother/son weekend in the city, see a Cubs game, learn about being sexually responsible. He came back knowing what to do. Ever since, both of their kisses with Mom had a different feel than Jimmy or I. I kept waiting, but as far as I knew, jimmy hadn’t gone yet either, and he was older and first in the queue. Yet know, my first real sexual moment…and Mom was watching!

"Oh Fuck, use me!" she screamed and grabbed my ass, wanting it harder. I was embarrassed, but…NOOO, I couldn’t stop…I was so horny and so close, and before I realized it I was way down her throat…pounding and cumming with years of pent up lusts. I thrusted and thrusted, barely heard the gagging and gasping, until I did. “Oh God…Izzy are you?” She was now released, and sliding back away. The sexual freak now different, and me, the actor, now a monster? “Oh god…” I leaned forward tried to reach out…”Oh God, I’m sorry…I…we…just got so caught up…I didn’t know…Oh God, I’m sorry.” She looked up, spent, teary eyed, "No, don't, it was good...the best!"

I ran into my room, really confused how I felt, wondering just who I was, and why I had enjoyed that so much?

 

[wickedpen]

Laying on my ass, propped up on my elbows I looked up at young Charlie. He was an unbroken stallion unsure of what he was feeling. I mean he understood desire and love and sex but this was the culmination of a lifetime of thoughts and wishes and dreams. I had stroked him just enough throughout the evening, batted my eyes, played vulnerable yet mature. I conjured the beast that had not yet been domesticated like the others. This was what I sought. To feel true desire, no matter how hot, I dared the sun to burn me.

"He thinks me a whore." I thought as I stood in the light of the hallway coming in the room playing the mature tough and sexy slut. I threw the book onto the bed and stepped towards him, holding his beautiful eyes as they tried to look me over. I looked down and instinctively reached into his shorts pushing them down as my hands found the item they searched for. It was so hot I instantly flashed to him nearing orgasm alone in his bed, stroking like a mad man, then hearing me return.

"I don't think you can last, you're going to pop that virgin cock, before I can even taste it... you think you can handle a whore like your Dad and brother, I don't, they had big, nice experienced cocks..." I said trying to keep my voice steady as the hot meat in my hand sent a wave of excitement down my thighs. It felt like the first time I drove a stick shift car, the shifter hard in my hand and my heart pounding as my legs spread to work the pedals. I was in control and I liked it.

"Tell me how bad you want me to teach you... let my slutty mouth play all over that young prick... you think you can handle me?” I was in rare form but maybe it was the scotch or the old man playing between my legs but I was engaged. I was in the land of hedonism and I was not out of their league.

I kissed him pressing myself into his tall lean body while keeping my lecherous grip on his excited cock. I reached down as he sucked my pointy tongue and felt his big balls hot and tender underneath. I finished our kiss with a little nip at his lip and twist of his nipple before he slapped me.

"Suck me, like you did him/them, better, I want to fuck that dirty mouth, feel you take me deep. NO FUCKING BITING… I want to own their whore." he hissed and I was impressed as I rubbed my red cheek and realized the beast was there. The beast took my frail shoulders and guided me to my knees, where I was going the whole time anyway.

"Take it out and lick me God damn it!" he said loud enough to echo down the hallway. The spoiled rich kid was now taking what was his, or so he thought, as I fed the fire like a drunk uncle with lighter fluid at a BBQ. I ripped his shorts to his feet and took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. Not harsh but firm, the way I had been taught.

I was annoyed, unable to completely submit to this entitled punk but knew there was no turning back.

"Then fuck me!" I hissed up as saliva ran down my chin as I took a breath. His hand moved from y shoulders to my head and he tried to do as I told him. He was awkward and I had to work with him to keep it in my mouth but he learned and then learned deeper and deeper. His head pushing into the back of my throat as I refused to give him the pleasure of seeing me gag I relaxed and took him down.

I managed to pull back enough to take a breath and knew how to finish. I slid my hands to his ass as uncontrollable tears ran down my cheeks with my mascara. I looked up into his face which was seething with anger and lust for me.

"Oh Fuck, use me!" I shouted up at him as his cock head found my open mouth muffling the last word. I grabbed his ass and straightened the passage for his over excited cock as much as I could before impaling myself, pulling the blade into my small wet throat, swallowing his sword. He was too much, just as Mike had been, but Mike knew it and relented. I was at his mercy and there was little of that as this virgin was sprinting down the field with the goal in sight. I barely felt him, but certainly tasted him as he came in my throat and mouth as he pulled back as the sight of me coughing and gasping. I fell back as he, being a good boy instinctively released me and I lost my balance falling back. It was like a slow motion scene in a movie as his cock shot a long white stream as I fell and I watched it land on my thigh. Then another on my tee shirt as I came to rest looking up at him.

I had no time or desire to let him know I was OK before he started blathering.

"Oh God, I'm sorry... I... we... just got so caught up... I didn’t know... Oh God, I’m sorry." he said like a little kid who broke his mother's favorite vase playing in the house when he shouldn't.

I looked at myself as he finished himself somewhat unconsciously.

"No, no, it was good. The Best!" I managed, not roll my eyes with sarcasm, not wanting to destroy the horny young man's precious ego and most importantly keeping the monster alive with the knowledge that it was OK to do that to me.

He ran away like an embarrassed kid unaware of how he had been played, thinking he had just mouth raped me. I smiled to myself as I began to clean up.

"What a day!" I thought.

I wiped my chin, neck, legs and the floor where Charlie, well, where I had gotten him to blow his supercharged spunk and boy was he in need of that! Oblivious to the fact anyone in the house could have heard or seen us, I was on top of the world with so many men interested in me. And not interested in my mind or art but by body I thought. I imagined being Dani on that dragon's back after a great battle looking at a defeated king and his prince as I wiped them off my skin.

I went into the bathroom and cleaned up before crawling into the bed naked and starting the book. It was late and as I lay in the small bed I replayed the days events.

I thought of Charlie laying in his bed, not far from me. Was he nervous, or sad? Did he think he hurt me, or forced me? Probably, I decided with a wicked smirk as my hand slid down between my naked legs and found that spot Dan had touched. The thought of Dan, a fifty year old man was both freaky and a tremendous turn on. Although I like it a bit freaky, compared to the guys I have been with, a man my father's age was still incredibly taboo. Married and father to an ex lover, was...

My body stiffened under the as the sheets, straightening my legs until my toes curled, and my hand working me towards that blessed event. I had wanted this all night, since coming to the lion's den and tasting the testosterone and feeling the unashamed eyes all over me. Teasing Dan and then giving Charlie, what I am guess was his first blow job, filled my head and body with desire for more. I thought of Dan's intense focus on me like a delicate flower he needed to bloom. Charlie's strong hands on my head as he forced his cock into my throat. I finished myself quickly before falling asleep.

 

[Homerun2611]

"Did you see how I flashed your Dad, how he licked his lips, stared?...Oh Fuck that was so hot!!! " I laughed as Whitney tossed her arms around my neck, and spread her legs wide and obscenely, around my waist as we walked back to our rooms, well I did, carrying her as she couldn't wait, both feeling the electricity of hot sex in the air. I caught her ass in my strong hands. She licked my ear, quoted one of our favorite lines from an old movie, Top Gun, “Hey, Goose, you big stud! … Take me to bed or lose me forever!” She needn’t have said it, but the hint was different, and I adjusted my grip enough to slide my middle and ring finger of my right hand, past that wisp of a thong, and up inside my girlfriend’s tender hot cunt to begin finger fucking her, as she purred.

Once inside, we didn’t even get undressed, well technically. As I fumbled with the door her tongue was halfway down my throat, she had whipped off her top, and we were in full Mike-Whit frenzy. I am in love with Whitney, I have every intention of making her my wife, but our love making, to an outsider’s view, often looks as much like mutual rape or wrestling as two people who truly care about each other. We are both physical freaks, junkies who need the adrenaline rush of combat and competition. The more physical, the more draining the better. It was like lifting your max and doing 20 reps with it. Blissful maxing of your physical being. Screaming out in joy, as your body screamed at you.

“I saw, and I wanna eat that slutty pussy…the one my Dad is dreaming about right now.” This was more and more a part of our thing. Bordering on exhibitionism, wanting to bring the thrill of others into our bed. It wasn’t that we didn’t crave each other, it is just adrenaline junkies are always seeking that next personal best. “Yeah…you think Daddy wants this hot young cunt…more than Dani?” She asked and knew I love the “C” word, and I knew even Whit sensed a rival in the room, but Whit was the female Michael Jordan of sex. Give her a challenge, or a sign of disrespect and watch her put up 55 in Madison Square Garden.

“Good point babe, she really did look hot in those shorts didn’t she…you should wear something like that, maybe then he might…” Suddenly I felt her deathgrip on my cock, as she threw her fist down between us, only to open her palm and grab me, HARD. “Fuck you asshole…you better eat this pussy so good, I forget all about that shit…you know…” We were getting in a lather, poking and prompting, challenging each other to bring our “A” game. We loved the trash talking, the kind you only give to a true equal...Michael and Magic at their best.

I tossed her on the bed, on her back and pounced on top of her, 69 style.
Suddenly I was grabbing her thighs and spreading them, ripping off her dripping wet thong. God we loved this, the heat, always the heat, find a bonfire, pour on kerosene! You have to know Whit, she had legs like a god damned thoroughbred, the struggle was a tease, as if she wanted to lock her legs and keep me out, Houdini couldn’t have opened them. I loved how she smelled, the thick musk, how she was so hot her slit almost had steam coming out. Meanwhile I straddled her face, and felt her hands fumble lustfully taking down my shorts, as I planked up, and helped her access me.

“You want that cock Whit…can you suck me like she does Ricky…or…” She laughed, “or that little Goth whore, the one you keep throwing up to my fucking face…you want her so bad, bring her in here….” We needed no more words, the game was on…athletes prepped and motivated, already a nice sweat, charging out of the locker room, wanting blood...I buried my face in her crotch, and Whit locked her thighs around my head so tight I thought I might suffocate, but if I go, I want to go like that. Licking and lapping, exploring her asshole, taint, slit and clit, back and forth, over and over and over, I enjoyed it all. Occasionally ripping her legs apart long enough for me to gasp in necessary air. Meanwhile I felt her her nails dig into my ass cheeks, her wet finger up my ass, all ten inches of my cock down her throat. We are sexual beasts, born to fuck, capable of inhuman endurance and lust. Where most tap out or pass out, we want you to bring it…trash talking, and having the time of our lives. We came in glorious convulsions of physical release and exhaustion and I crawled up beside her half dressed, and delighted body.

“Fuck babe you’re the best…know that.” We didn’t cuddle at first, we can't. Instead, we both laid on our backs, panting like we just crossed the finish line of the ironman, arms, hands crossed behind our heads chests heaving. That was when I thought about what all was happening here. Still catching my breath, “Whit…you know I love you…I know you love me…but…why not do what we have talked about…while we’re here…total hall pass…let’s scratch the itch we have talked about…maybe it is a one time thing…maybe it is something we want…either way…it is us, always us…just maybe better…whatcha think?”

We had discussed it plenty, I planned to marry Whit, have kids with her, but we weren’t ordinary, we needed thrills…and we trusted that we were what was what the other wanted, but…”Really Mike…while we’re here…hall pass?” I nodded. “We are both curious, and who better right?” We got up, she did slide on her sorority shorts and I put on my gym shorts. “Have fun…meet back here and make sure we end the night fucking each other to sleep…deal?’...And tell each other about it!" She kissed me, “Deal”

I assumed she was going to my Dad, I truly didn’t care, I knew where I was going…I walked into the room, my room, and pulled off my shorts, I climbed into my old bed, and could smell sex in the room. I wondered who, hoped I would be welcome, I knew there was interest but who knows what else had happened already? I licked my thumb and forefinger and wrapped my other hand under her head and around her mouth so she couldn’t scream, while my other hand slipped down between her legs and gripped her sexy. I felt her struggle, want to scream but I had that under control…”Izzy, its Mike…" I whispered but with knowledge of what we had shared, "...don’t scream…I was hoping….”

 

[wickedpen]

Being awoken by the hand of a naked man taking what he wants is something I had imagined but was shocking none the less. To be honest, I have woken many a day and wished there was a man, like big dick Mike, holding me, wanting me and fucking me, oh yeah fucking me with the desire that pushes a man strip naked and crawl into a girl's bed while she sleeps. I had been asleep for less than an hour after getting nearly fingered by Dad and deep throated by little brother, according to the red led alarm clock on the bedside table when Mike returned to his childhood bed.

I knew instantly it was Mike. "...don’t scream... I was hoping...” his confidence and warmth melted me, then I remembered Whitney. The "friend" who helped me out today. Then again, Mike had helped me out too.

One hand over my mouth and his other reaching between my legs, it was hard to object too strenuously. I closed my eyes as his experienced fingers found my clit and felt my legs open for him.

He moaned with satisfaction feeling me "flood the zone", to use a sports term I have always enjoyed, which did nothing to inspire me to fight for Whitney's honor. I could feel his long thick cock against my ass, hard and ready. I flashed back to the last time we had been together. He was different then. He was cautious and gentle. This was not that Mike. This was Mikey back where it all began. Where he probably jerked off a thousand times and learned the magical feeling the body can produce. Also where he was safe to do almost anything he wanted, as long as his father approved, and I was fairly confident that fucking me was totally allowed by all at this point.

His hand slid back as he shifted to bring his tree limb of a dick between my small wet thighs. His helmet brushed over my clit as I tightened my thighs around him. He instinctively began humping with his cock was in a warm tight place, but home yet.

His hand moved away from my mouth as I seemed unlikely at this point to cry rape. His rough fingers moved purposefully to my chest as he kneaded my tits firmly.

"What about Whitney?" I sighed over my shoulder. One thing I had over Whitney, the tall slender athlete, was a bigger than average boobs. Without waiting for an answer I continued, "you like those don't you? I saw you looking at me while Whitney licked your ear tonight... I saw you watching me in the mirror on the ride here... Should I have flashed you to say thank you, no?" my words becoming shaky and breathless as he worked his magic.

"Would you have liked that?" I was playing a role I only fantasized about, the dominant seductress holding out on a horny man.

I mercilessly locked my thighs together around his cock as he struggled to keep his cool humping me, at the same time clearly wanting to get inside me.

"Does that excite you Mikey?" I sighed as my nipples were rock hard under his rough hands, callused from playing ball, from holding his bat tight and rubbing the dirty ball.

He rolled us over onto his back where I laid on top of him. It was awkward and strange facing up with his cock between my legs. He might have been imagining me sitting up into reverse cowgirl as I had done much to his pleasure before. Instead I reached down and wrapped my hand round his cock head and began to stroke him as my hips gently gyrated. Now each of his hands was full of a breast as my head rested on his shoulder.

"Does Whitney know you are here?" I sighed enjoying our moment.

"Yeah" he answered without hesitation as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.

"Where is she?" I asked unsure if she was about to walk in and join us, or perhaps was servicing another of the pack. The possibility that she would be pissed about this did not cross my mind.

He did not answer as his breathing quickened and his thrusts grew faster and stronger, nearly separating us. I wanted him inside me, but was not going to make it easy.

"I sucked Charlie's dick." I said flatly unsure of the response, and got none. He seemed more focused on thrusting his cock between my well lubed thighs.

"I want you." he hissed, but did not release my tits to get himself inside me.

"He called me mom when he came." I said without thinking. What happened next was a bit surprising, as he instantly blasted a long stream of cum up through my thighs, pulsating through his head in my fist and landing on my stomach. Then again and again as I milked him all over my abs.

"So that is a thing with all of you?" I asked as I released my fist and vice like leg log on him.

He rolled me off and got up in one graceful movement, then disappeared out the door as I lay horny and soaked in his cum. I wiped a finger over my stomach coating it in his seed and brought it to my lips.

"Two, almost three in one night." I chuckled to myself before sucking my finger clean. With my eyes closed and one hand feeling the slippery liquid on my stomach, I felt the bed move in the near total darkness of the room, as someone sat on the edge. I was naked laying on top of the sheets and powerless to do anything as the silence as killing me.

I almost said "Mike?" but resisted the urge, staying completely still as a trickle slid down my ribs.

 

[Homerun2611]

Mikey's Initiation...

"He called me mom when he came." It was visceral, instantaneous and explosive, as Izzy struck a nerve so deep and so resonant, that my body convulsed and convulsed in explosive orgasm. She had to know the nerve she had hit, and the fact that Charlie did too, was too much. I didn’t realize Mom had yet initiated Charlie, let alone Jimmy, and I found myself, humiliated, yet enraged by lust and jealousy.

I had no right, I knew it, no more than Ricky and after all, he was the first. Yet, as I looked at her surprise, her words ringing in my head, "So that is a thing with all of you?" The simplicity and truth of her words was both devastating and arousing. Yes, for me, and my brotherhood of quite literally, mother fuckers, it was very much a thing. A wonderful and glorious moment, not to be forgotten and hopefully, one day revisited.

My time had been on one of my baseball trips as my team played a tournament at the University of Louisville. Typically I slept in rooms with other players, playing x-box or poker at night after a team dinner. Parents stayed in their own hotels. Mom and Dad came together when they could, but Dad was in Europe I think. So Mom was staying at the 21 C Museum Hotel which is about as nice as Louisville has to offer. My potential roommate, came down with stomach flu at dinner, the third on the team, so we were all sent to bunk with our parents.

We had gone straight to a steak place after the game, so back in the room, I hopped into the large shower, but as I got out and toweled off, I noticed my mom on one of the two king sized beds in the room, the door was partly ajar, and as I was toweling my shaggy blonde hair I looked up and saw my mother staring at me, more specifically my large partially hard cock. I had made a habit recently of long showers, accompanied with elongated self pleasuring where I fantasized about different girls whom I might like to shed my virginity. I don’t know if she knew I was watching her, of if she simply didn’t care. I also wondered if she had seen my entire show. She should have looked away, and I should have turned or at least shut the door. We did neither, and I found I liked having my mother admire my young cock as I felt it rising to enjoy her gaze.

Now amongst the women who had most frequented my fantasies, my classy and beautiful mother was a frequent headliner. But if my dad was the king my mother was the general and the priest. We attended parochial grammar school because of my mom, we were alter boys due to my mom, when she said jump her boys obeyed, and when she lined them up to go to church, communion, food pantry, lecture, her…her…her! So, this moment, this juxtaposition…was both unsettling and incredibly arousing.

“Micheal, please come in here right now.” The general had commanded and out of any sense of propriety I wrapped a towel around my waist. There on the bed sat my mom, one leg hooked under her, a light cotton nightgown that stopped mid thigh of her sculpted legs, her nipples hard and clearly visible through the thin material. I stood there in front of her, clearly pitching a tent, with a substantial pole through the terry. Her eyes looked up, and the general and the priest were nowhere to be found, only a woman remained.


“You are turning into a man…” She ran her finger across the tent in the towel, and brought her hand up to where I had my towel knotted. “…and just like Ricky, it is my job to teach you how to properly use that thing.” The tone was so much different, she wasn’t commanding, she was purring, and never was it discussed whether I desired my mother, it was a given. She dropped my towel and cradled my cock in one hand, my balls in the other, “You have dreamed of fucking me haven’t you…yet you have never fucked…how was it? How did you do it?” It was hard not to cum right there, my trigger was hairline and what I had most fantasized about was caressing my cock as it throbbed and twitched with every beat of my heart. “Wha..what about Dad?” I asked naively, and her smirk answered before she did. “Honey, I love your father, I do…but he and I understand….people like us can never be sexually monogamous…he has his fun…I have mine…you boys are mine….You know, you are the most like him…your body, and that sweet, gorgeous cock!” She leaned in and teased the head of my cock in her mouth, swirling and truly showing me heaven as I thought my strong legs might buckle.

Mother knew her craft, and as she teased my head, and I panted and wanted, her other hand went from cradling to squeezing and pulling down on my balls just enough to make sure I didn’t cum. She ran her mouth, up and down the sides of my shaft, lifted it, and kissed then suck my balls. “Honey, you need to learn, enjoy a woman sucking your cock you will know…if she really wants it..want you to cum…well…” and my mother gave me the wettest, sloppiest blow job I have ever received, pumping my shaft as I filled he mouth and my head half way down her throat, she took it all, my upper class mom, like a porn actress.

That was the beginning…we made love the entire night, kissed and readying me, finally looking at me…”Now, how did you dream about it…all the ways, I want them all.” My Mthe made me cum four times that night, the next day I didn’t get through the second inning, my legs were rubber, visions of the night before emblazoned on my mind. Her words from the night before, her legs wrapped around me, as I began to pound her harder and harder at her urging. “Honey, momma won’t break…a woman wants to know you want her, feel it in every part of your body…when you get done…a woman should know a Harris boy took her!”


The next night we finished every other position including her ass…Mother made sure no hole was left unattended. When we woke up, she saw the look in my eye, “Honey, we will do this again…but we are special occasions…you are now ready to treat a girl.” I was still waiting for that next special occasion, I had no doubt it would come, but damn, Izzy’s words, had hit me like lightening, and in actions much clearer than words…I had made it clear, I not only had…but still coveted an incestuous relationship with my mother.

“FUCK” I thought, and fuck I was still horny, I stood behind the closed door, reliving that night, stroking my cock while walking memory lane…”Where was Whit…” I needed to decide if I needed to say something before Izzy…but even more, I so needed to fuck…do my best to show Whit just how bad I wanted her!

 

[wickedpen]

Night Vision

Night Vision

"Izzy." came a familiar voice out of the darkness and a warm hand on my knee.

"Whitney?" I whispered nearly silently as a bolt of fear shot through me.

"Oh fuck!" I thought as the image of the athletic woman, more than half a foot taller than me, and in ultimate fighter cross fit shape, that could easily kick my ass sat with her hand on my knee after I got her boyfriend off.

"Yeah. That was so fucking hot!" she said almost giggling with excitement.

Relief and confusion washed over me, followed by a embarrassment.

"How long have you been here?" I asked. I should have been pissed but somehow wasn't.

"The, whole, time." she said pausing between words to let them settle. "But Mike did not know." she further explained.

I felt her hands on the side of my face as she slid glasses or something onto my face and suddenly there she was, or at least a green outline. She had night vision goggles?

"I found them in Dan's study earlier tonight. He's got a lot of cool toys." she said as I sat up and looked around. I almost brought up the book then realized she probably would not see that the same way.

"Cool tech." I said fascinated with how bright and clear the room became, forgetting completely that she had watched me jerk her boyfriend off evoking his mother. My eyes returned to her who I could see was naked and amazing, as always.

"I had no idea you were so," she paused, "sexy." Her hand moved up my leg a few inches and gently squeezed my thigh, just enough to emphasize her point. I just looked at her silently, not exactly in shock but certainly at a loss for words.

"I am a little jealous." she said taking the glasses off my head and putting them on the night table. "I wanted to be Charlie's first." she explained as the night came rushing back, and my secrets were now public knowledge.

"It just kinda happened, uh, I didn't.." I stammered feeling as though I had crossed some boundary I should not have. Her long thing finger pressed across my lip to silence me. I could smell her. Her musky scent was under my nose and I instinctively let my tongue slide along her finger for more. I looked to where she was, when I could see, now just inky blackness as I slowly opened my mouth and savored the flavor of her finger. I kissed and sucked and licked her finger, then a second, just as tasty, clearly having been between her legs recently. I laid back and she laid down next to me on her side, now pushing her fingers in and out of my wet hungry lips.

Her left hand caressed my breast, not like Mikey had groped it, but gently, skillfully as only another woman can.

"We should have done this a long time ago." she whispered in my ear with her soft southern California cool voice before she leaned over and replaced her fingers with her tongue and lips and kissed me.

In a single graceful movement the sheets disappeared and our naked bodies were locked together, skin to skin, in an amazing embrace like two snakes intertwined. This was not like with Sara. This was not in place of something better. This was amazing. We were content to kiss and let our bodies press and grind against each other, not rushing, but definitely waiting.

The creak and piercing light from the hall as the door opened unexpectedly sent Whitney over me and into hiding on the floor on the opposite side of the bed. I laid still, petrified, naked and uncovered as Whitney's arm reached over me and grabbed the glasses only to disappear as quickly as she had appeared.

I was still looking towards Whitney, away from the door as it closed. The bed rocked with someone much heavier climbing on top of me. I did not resist but his hand again covered my mouth. This time he did not wait. I was so fucking wet from Whitney, even Mike's massive cock easily slid into me. Easily is relative but he is a strong boy. A sound came from my body, forced out like a cork out of a champagne bottle, but primal and erotic. I knew it was Mike, his smell, and feel, even in the dark was undeniable. He was on top of me, fucking me, using me and I loved every second.

I was holding on to the side of the narrow mattress as Whitney's hand squeezed mine, letting me know she was there. Then she was suddenly on top of Mike.

"Yeah baby, fuck little Izzy good!" she said loudly, with a tone of excitement and desire. I felt her weight as he continued as though nothing had happened.

He did manage to grunt "what the fuck Whit?" but not upset, just slightly annoyed that she had interrupted his needful act.

I reached up into the darkness for his neck and said "don't stop, please..." as my aching body was racing full throttle into bliss.

"Yeah, don't stop Mikey. Fuck her like she is mom." Whitney said, in what in hindsight was a bold admission, but Mikey was lost in his primal need. He had come in with a singular focus, a singular need and now was on a whole other level.

Whitney pushed my knees back and I felt her her hips thrust into his ass driving him even harder and deeper into me.

I was silently surging with endorphins as I nearly blacked out with the first wave of orgasm. Whitney was hissing nasty things in his ear driving him, making him almost insane.

"Fuck her good baby!" she said. "Pump all that sweet cum in her tight little twat, like you always say you want to." she said admitting more than my mind could hand at that point.

I exhaled loudly, crying out with pleasure. They seemed to somehow in unison fucking me. My hands found Whitney's, as Mike pushed his face into the pillow next to my ear, muffling his cries and grunts.

Whitney brought my hands to her breasts and leaned back. I could not really concentrate enough to give her any pleasure, but I held on and tried. I don't know how long we went on like that, but Mike soon curled his hips as hard and deep as his rock hard abs could drive into me, releasing his seed, a torrent of selfish need into me as Whitney watched in the night vision glasses.

She was straddling his legs behind him, as he laid between mine, heavy on my body, as we tried to recover our breath and sanity.

"You never get that worked up for me." Whitney said with a joking hint of jealousy.

"Give me minute." he said although I don't think anyone thought, even big dick Mike, would be performing at that level again for at least a few hours.

Mike rolled on my right and Whitney laid to my left and I fell into the sleep of the dead, so satisfied.

 

[Homerun2611]

There I stood, panting, embarrassed, enraged, and so fucking turned on! ‘Where the fuck is Whit?’ My beast needed hers, and it was frustrating to no avail and all because of my idea.

I pictured my girlfriend down in the study, the room where I was taught, lectured, disciplined and made a man, but not like my Mom had. No that had been hot, and tittilating, my darkest fantasies realized far better than my meager imagination had conjured. I had given mom a fantasy scenario, a way I had jacked off to her in my shower or dark of my single bed, a story in black and white, and then she had brought it to live in technicolor, iMax, dolby sensory sound in the seats. She had hissed, talked filthy, but in the classiest way, made me feel like a man, the man, a future king, taught to sire any bitch, and leave her wanting more.

Dad forged steel, or so people thought, I knew better. He and I were close, so close, yet compliments not substitutes. There was a reason I asked Mom, even in that moment, about Dad, and that was no matter my desire and want, I could and would not betray him, as no one had my back or understood him like me. My Dad pledged winning, almost at any cost. A million times he told me and my brothers, leave the arena with your shield or on it. Physically, I was his masterpiece, a natural at anything I tried. Yet, the story he told at my Parade All American ceremony, retold when I was Iowa’s Gatorade player of the year, was when we were children, picking sides, and my first pick was the autistic player on our team. His mother just wanted him to know what it felt like to be one of the guys. My Dad had smiled, and later asked me, “Why did you choose Jimmy?” With the innocence of a 9 year old, and not the killer, win win win, credo he taught, I answered, “Because if I didn’t, who would? I can make sure he wins too.” I manifested not only the talent and effort my Dad pledged, but also the heart and taking care of the underdog, that he took not only as an obligation but as a privilege.

My Dad taught me leadership, focus under pressure, and executing tactics while never forgetting the big picture strategy, and we knew what the other was thinking and feeling without the need for words. It made me smile, thinking of my Dad, taming and riding my beast, sharing that most dear to me with him, I thought of the same with Mom, Dad sharing her with me, I fucked her, guilt free, knowing he would approve of my hands on education.

Nonetheless, right now, I was a perfect storm brewing, the fierce desires for Jan, Izzy , and Whit, colliding from the North, South and East, Dani on the western horizon. Despite my recent eruption, the swirling hurricane in my crotch needed to hit land and quickly. , I couldn’t wait and with Whit not here, I was only confident one port was available, and this time I would finish.

I heard the moans from inside, perhaps the land was as blustering as the sea and I pushed through the door, a raging stage four. The light from the hall blinded me to the darkness of the room, there was a quick rustling, rapid movement, I smiled. When this girl jilled off, she went all out. I didn’t need a scream, wasn’t sure given my departure, I was welcomed back…was she masturbating because she was that aroused or angry and frustrated? I didn’t take the risk.

I pounced, pinning her like she was a halfback and I was the will linebacker coming on a blitz. Pinning her mouth, both of our chests heaving, this was becoming our thing! Her legs were spread, whether by intention or shock, didn’t matter. There was no foreplay, my big cock blasted her beach like a tsunami. Her cunt was wet and sloppy, and my missile buried itself in her hull. I kept holding her mouth, pinning her, even though I sensed no resistance, but my sledgehammer was up, and my spike needed to impale the railroad tie.

Pound, pound, pound…I was a man possessed, her pussy still as hot, tight and wet as I remembered, this girl could flood the sheets!

Suddenly I felt her, heard her, "Yeah baby, fuck little Izzy good!" It was my sexual beast, encouraging, if no demanding to see her beast perform.

I was a piledriver, pounding her friend into my old bed, "what the fuck Whit?" I moaned, half turned on, as Whit’s new air, meant hurricane winds would sustain, half disappointed, as I wanted my Dad to get his, by enjoying mine, sort of a thank you for Mom…and I had planned to fuck Whit later, Dad’s cum inside of my kinky, amazing girlfriend.

I heard Izzy’s fear, that somehow Whit would ruin it…"don't stop, please..." I tried to focus on her…”Don’t worry baby…feed me that slutty little cunt!”

Whit was right there, I felt her literally mounting my back, riding her thoroughbred hard into the final turn, "Yeah, don't stop Mikey. Fuck her like she is mom." She was a hell of a jockey and her words spurred me like heels in my slats or the crack of the whip on my ass! She was so fucking dirty, using any words to driver her beast into a frenzy!

Perspiration was drenching my body, the heat of Whitney behind me, pushing me, and Izzy underneath, all pistons firing, the needle so redlined it was about to spring off the dashboard, and what did my beast do, she practically stood up trying to drive the accelerator through the floorboards. Izzy was the vessel, I was the motor, but Whit had the wheel and she didn’t care if the boat flipped or the engine blew, the finish line was in sight!

I felt her driving me, I wasn’t fucking Izzy, we were, it was glorious, "Fuck her good baby!" she said. "Pump all that sweet cum in her tight little twat, like you always say you want to!” Oh fuck! That did it, Whit said other stuff, obscene, filthy, wonderful words. She was my muse, and she spoke and called in pride, the prize hog, state fair, blue ribbons baby!

Whit was trying to get off, but there was no time, we had pushed Izzy, I had driven teams down too many fields, too many touchdowns, to not know when it was time to score. Back arched, body pounding, I felt her gush, spasm, scream, and I exploded into it…don’t turn the boat, hit the wave straight, hope to live to see it through. Whit and I had talked about this, and reality was better than fantasy, there was no doubt we would be back…but for now I came like a typhoon, and we watch little Izzy, basically collapse.

"You never get that worked up for me." I laughed, “Give me a minute….” Izzy was gone, “First, if you rode me, when I was fucking you, like you just did there…well…second, you know there isn’t and never will be another woman who does for me what you do my kinky amazon!” It wasn’t the cutest pet name, but it was so appropriate, until I met Dani…but that is a different story.

Whit smiled and pet Izzy’s hair, brushing it back from her face, drenched in sweat, “We have to get this one in training if she is going to be our toy!...” She looked up, "Mommy huh…so tell me how Jan seduced her little boy, and every sick and wonderful thing you did to her?”

Izzy, was gone, this was foreplay, I needed to recover, Whit needed to stay hot, this game was not over, at least for us. I told her every word, a few words in, I saw her hand slide down to her slit, as I was about to wrap, I felt her hand reach over for my cock. She needn’t have worried, telling my likely future wife, the details of fucking my mother had me harder than forged steel.

“I want it like the last night, in my ass, your hands working me….” She got up, put her hands against the wall over Izzy’s sleeping body, straddling her, I crawled in behind, straddling Izzy’s chest, lining my cock and penetrating Whit’s arched ass as she moaned. One hand curled around her body, over her mound as two fingers curled into her cunt, to find her G spot the other wrapped around to work and pinch her nipples. Fucking her on top of Izzy like that, was the perfect end to the evening….

Except we are us…we finished…went to our room…somehow fucked again…and I was 5 AM before one of us, probably me, said “No mas!” We slept until 1, and other than Ricky, were the last ones to the pool. Breakfast was long gone, and their was a pitcher of bloody’s waiting. I had my arm around Whit, stunning in a string bikini…we looked around, at Izzy, Charlie, Jimmy, Dani…and my Dad, now flipping burgers on the grill. Something told me, as much as we had enjoyed last night, we weren’t alone!

 

[wickedpen]

I'm in.

Climbing onto the bed and laying my body on Mike's hot, sweaty, hard body working obscenely hard fucking little Izzy my mind raced. Izzy was accepting him, but clearly it had to be difficult for her to... focus. I wanted to be her, so small and cool and cumming again and again under Mike. She had Mike so pumped up, and he was taking it out on her tiny little body. I never imagined how it would be between them until now. His rock hard abs driving his big cock into her pale skinny body was wild. Her unusually large chest held in place unconsciously by her hands. Mike's hands gripping the headboard over her as he crushed her into it. I thought he was going to hurt her, but she grunted for more, I lost it.

I wanted, no needed to be part of this. I wrapped myself around his back in perfect unison, anticipating his moves and mirroring them, having been on the receiving side hundred of times by now. Izzy moaned when I touched her, definitely not objecting, as her hands pressed mine into her knees and thighs.

"Oh god baby." I breathed in his ear then bit it sending him hard into her. She cried out under the pressure, fading to pleasure again. We were all on the edge of losing it.

I wrapped my hand around his muscular neck feeling the power and sweat. The other pinching his nipples and rubbing his muscular chest, pulling my chest to his back.

"Pump all that sweet cum.." was all i needed to say before he jerked and could hold back no more. "... you always say you want to." I managed to get our by his third surge into her nearly lifeless body, spent. Each ejaculation nearly pulled him out of my arms, before I pulled myself back against him, until he finally calmed down.

I was so fucking psyched as his family secret now safely in my head, and his head safely in possession of, at least the most important part, his primal desire. I helped him cum and was not surprised when Izzy did not respond. I was aching having seen how many times she came during what I can only call, an assault.

I let Mike catch his breath as I smiled in the dark knowing I had my in. I mean I am not the sharpest blade in the block but I see the world for what it is. Staying in this house is a hell of a lot nicer than my hippy mom's two bedroom apartment six blocks from the beach in Laguna. I like swimming pools behind mansions and she likes the salt water in her hair, and on her face, watching the sun go down with a bottle of wine on the sand. That's great and all, but you still have to trudge back to the run down shitty apartment. I have drunk wine with Mike on the beach and coming back here is a shit ton better than that or any apartment.

Getting Mike to give me details about his incestuous relationship with his mother was little less than a seven figure NDA with the divorce agreement, after I suck his cock in the lawyer's office instead of signing the pre-nup. Not to mention I fucking love Mike! I love my mom too, and if I get the boot someday I will buy her a new place on the beach where we will live nicely.

First, I needed to earn my seat at the table, and what a labor of love that is!

"So tell me about you and Jan?" I said in the darkness, making him know I was cool with it, and if anything turned on by it.

"She is so amazing." he said.

I licked the palm of my hand and reached over for his cock. It was semi hard and wet as I rubbed the head.

"When were together last?" I asked not really thinking he would have been with her since we got together. His cock stiffened upon hearing the question. I did not wait for his answer before getting up.

"I want it like the last night, in my ass, your hands working me..." I said knowing there was nothing he liked more. Izzy was not taking him there. The bed was so small with her asleep in the middle I just straddled her.

I leaned down and kissed her cheek and then suckled her big nipples as Mike moved behind me. I raised my head and arched myself as he pressed into me.

The rest of the night we did what we always do. We fucked until we were spent then crashed. Thankfully we made it back to the room. The sounds outside the window above the pool woke me as I lay naked with my arm across Mike who was passed out naked on his back. The bed was nothing but the fitted sheet and I was sore as I got up. I stretched a bit then went to shower. The hot water made my muscles loosen as I washed the night from my skin.

The glass shower door opened and Mike stepped in smiling as his big hands took hold of me.

"Not again, right now baby." I said as his cock was nearly at full mast. I gave him a soapy stroke and then a kiss and slipped away and out. I remember wondering if I had just set Dani up for being approached? leaving Mike with unresolved morning wood.

I pulled on my bikini and went ahead knowing Mike often gets hat he wants. Truth be told I ad my eyes on a new prize for today.

"Hey girl" I said as I walked out and saw Izzy with Charlie and we shared a look.

I looked over at Dan who was watching me with a bloody mary in one hand, a spatula in the other and a big smile on his face.

"Hey Dan" I said with a smile as a shudder of desire ran through me. I went and poured myself a drink as I felt the other's watching me. I looked over as Mike came out and punched Ricky in the arm like they were twelve, making me smile. I looked up and Dan was staring at me with a confident smile that said "I am looking at you and there is nothing you are gonna do about it."