Iaq Pubs

(This is the fourth and final story in this series. The others, in order, are Rainy Day Rubdown, RDR:Gina’s Story and RDR:Cindy’s Story. I didn’t plan for all this, the characters simply kept clamoring they had more to say. In brief: Gina, a 40’s married woman, and Cindy, a 19 year old college student, had a one night stand that has become a passionate affair.
Another writer in a story has the wife make the comment “in a perfect world he (her husband) would never have learned (about her affair).” This isn’t a perfect world either, and sometimes things we do have repercussions that can’t be fixed in 5 minutes.)
Tom O’Bannion sat in his easy chair. For the tenth time his eyes scanned the anonymous letter he had received in the mail. Just one line long, it was making him sick to his stomach as well as causing him to question his whole world. He looked again and this time read it aloud.
“Find out who your wife spent the weekend with while you were out of town.”
He hadn’t wondered. Gina had been home when he returned from his visit to another plant. He traveled very rarely, so he had not even thought it was strange she had seemed so happy to see him. He had been overflowing with the news that the performance he had turned in meant a promotion. He had found the letter about 3 days later when he left for work. The mailbox was open, which prompted him to go look.
Was his wife of 24 years having an affair? He refused to believe it. Not that he considered himself the greatest husband or lover in the world but because it just was something he couldn’t imagine her doing. He remembered when a couple they had known had divorced after one of them had been caught in bed with someone else. Gina had been furious with the offending woman, a very close friend. She had never spoken to her again.
He wondered, just what did one do when worried about something like this? He knew of stories of husbands making up pretend trips out of town in order to sneak back and spy on their spouses. He vaguely thought of having heard of video cameras and recorders being set up to tape secret meetings. He could do that, he was a gifted electrician. Private eyes did work like this too, he knew.
Angrily, Tom slammed his hand down on the table. NO. This was Gina. This was his wife and the mother of his children. If he could not trust her, he could trust no one and nothing in the world. He walked to the small office they had set up when the youngest child had gone off to college. Turning on the shredder, he fed the letter into it. There. He determinedly forced the thoughts from his mind.
For the next two months all seemed normal. Tom had relaxed, sure that the letter was just some nasty trick. His promotion had led to his being assigned the morning shift rather than evenings. He liked it but didn’t like the fact he and Gina were on different schedules now. Still, he thought as he parked his truck, today she was off and they could spend time together.
He came in the back door and hung his keys and coat up. He sat in his easy chair and pulled his work boots off. Where was Gina? Whichever one of them got home first usually made supper. Her car was in the garage so she was here unless she had gone out with a friend. Well, he needed a shower anyway.
He went up the stairs, thinking that it wouldn’t be long and they’d have to start looking for a one story house. His knees were getting a little worn to cope with the stairs day after day. He rounded the corner to the master bedroom and froze. There were sounds coming from the bedroom. They were the kind of sounds the letter had hinted at.
Tom walked to the bedroom door and his heart jumped in his throat. Gina was on the bed, on her hands and knees. He could see enough of her face to recognize that she was just reaching an orgasm. His eyes traveled back over her body to her lover. He sagged against the door, completely stunned as he realized it was Gina’s friend from work, Cindy.
Cindy was wearing a strapon dildo. Kneeling behind Gina, her hips drove it in and out of his wife’s uplifted ass with a force he couldn’t believe. Cindy’s hands rose and fell on the round cheeks, already red from a spanking. Cindy’s high clear voice rose over the grunts and the slaps.
“You like that don’t you, Gina? You like being fucked in the ass. You like having a girl take you like this.”
Already stunned, Tom couldn’t believe his ears. He had met Cindy. She was a wonderful, sweet young woman who had once let Gina stay at her apartment when Gina’s car had broken down. Stay at her apartment. Oh damn, he was so stupid! His thoughts were interrupted.
“Yes Cindy, YES. Fuck me like I fuck you.” Gina’s hips rocked back and forth against Cindy’s, meeting each thrust. Her head fell to the pillow and her hand slipped back between her legs. Tom knew she was rubbing her clit. The sounds mounted as both woman reached their orgasms. Screams of excitement and lust rang through the bedroom.
Tom stood there transfixed. He felt empty. He certainly did not feel excited. He wanted to do something, anything at all to break the tableau in front of him. It was broken for him when the two women collapsed and rolled into each others’ arms and Gina’s eyes focused on the shape in the doorway.
In some other time and place it might have been funny. Gina’s eyes opened wide in disbelief. She shook her head as though to make a mirage disappear. She then looked wildly at the clock as if somehow the time was wrong and he wasn’t supposed to be there yet. Then she realized it was him and she moaned, “Oh God Tom, no. Oh God Tom, no. Oh God Tom, no,” as if it was a magic incantation that would make him go away.
And it did. All of a sudden his stomach turned over and he rushed for the hall bathroom. As he was ill, he heard Cindy’s wail joining Gina’s. He wiped his mouth and staggered back to the bedroom doorway. Both women were frantically getting dressed. When Cindy saw him she scooped up the strapon and held it behind her as though it would erase the image from his mind.
“Tom,” Gina lifted her hands toward him. “This isn’t what it seems.” Realizing how ridiculous that sounded, she faltered. “I mean, yes it is, but you have to understand. I didn’t mean for this to go this far.”
“Its not her fault, Tom,” Cindy added Her words tripping over each other, “It just happened. No one intended for you to get hurt. We didn’t mean to fall in love.”
Tom was rocked. He never took his eyes from Gina. “Fall in love?” he whispered.
“Yes,” Gina almost screamed. If Tom had had more control of himself he might have realized Gina’s guilt was making her hysterical. But the deep seated anger rising from the discovery of her betrayal was washing everything before it and he couldn’t stop it. “We’re in love and you’re just going to have to accept that. I won’t give her up, not for you, not for anyone.”
“You won’t have to,” Tom almost hissed. Gina recoiled from the rage she had never seen in him before. She tried to reach for him. He stepped back, his face contorted. “GET OUT,” he commanded. “Both of you.” He spun and ran down the stairs towards his truck. He was deaf to the screamed pleas from the room as he bolted from the house.
He threw one quick look back as he pulled out of the driveway. Gina was stumbling from the front door, half dressed and barefoot. Her hands were outstretched to him. Tears ran down her face as she screamed “NO! I didn’t mean that. TOM! Please, for God’s sake, Tom. Don’t go.” He slammed the truck into drive and tires squalled as he drove away without another look.
Hours later when he returned the house was dark. He walked slowly to the bedroom. Gina’s things were gone. There was an envelope on the bed. The front read “My Dearest Tom.” He turned it over and over in his hands, debating. His hands tightened on the envelope, intending to rip it to pieces unread. His muscles bunched but he found he couldn’t make himself do that. He walked back to his easy chair and carefully opened the envelope.
“Tom. I have no idea what to say. I have no idea what to do. I am groping wildly for any words that could somehow explain, somehow take back what you saw and heard. to take back what I said. More than all that, to take back the actions of the last few months that led to this.
“I’m having an affair. This is the first time I have admitted it. I’ve even lied to myself. I told myself over and over that because I wasn’t with another man, it wasn’t cheating. I suppose its how we rationalize things that we know are wrong, know are hurtful, know are STUPID.
“Although I certainly don’t deserve to think that you will believe a word I write here, I still love you. I can make no excuses for what I have done. The first time perhaps I was overcome by something I had never experienced. But after that, I deliberately went on with it. I want to offer you reasons, feelings, answers; but they would all be meaningless compared to what I’ve done. You have been the best husband a woman could want and I betrayed you.
“I cling to the thought you are will allow me somehow a chance to make even this up to you. Whatever you demand I will do. Please call me. Gina”
At the bottom was a phone number.
Tom stood and paced around and around the room. Three times he picked up the phone and then set it back down. As hurt, as angry as he was, he kept thinking somehow he could do this. He could talk to her, somehow things could be made right.
A sudden thought struck him. He walked to the refrigerator, where they kept all sorts of notes scribbled. He searched till he found the piece of paper with the notation “Cindy’s phone number” in his own handwriting. He compared it to the number in his hand. It was the same.
With one deliberate motion he tore the letter in half and threw it away.
The next weeks were a blur. Gina called, Tom refused to talk to her. Tom decided to sue for divorce on the grounds of “Irreconcilable differences.” Gina hired some attorney unknown to him. Their family attorney, Donna, an old and dear friend, had listened to the whole story and recommended he fight it. He refused. He refused to allow her to use the affair in his favor. He wanted it kept quiet, away from the children. The only time he allowed Donna to fight was when Gina’s attorney demanded the college funds be part of the community settlement.
It was finally over. He had sold the beach house and liquidated most of their savings to provide Gina’s share. He kept the house, but moved into a downstairs bedroom. He heard that Gina and Cindy had moved into an apartment together. The stress of the last two months produced an interesting discovery in himself. He found he had blocked himself off. If he didn’t care it didn’t hurt.
Tom found two saving graces. The first was his children. They were all basically adults. His attempts to conceal what had happened were futile. They rallied around their father, spending time with him. One of the three always tried to spend Saturday with him and go to church, his other support, with him. Strangely, he had a fight with Doug, his son and the oldest child, over Gina.
They were mailing announcements of Doug’s upcoming college graduation. Tom had filled one out for Gina.
“Dad,” Doug exclaimed. “I don’t want her invited. What if she comes? What if she brings her girlfriend?”
“We’ll deal with it,” Tom answered. Seeing his son was not convinced he added, “Doug, she’s your mother. No matter what has happened she will always be your mother. You need to forgive her.”
Doug told him later that he had received a card from Gina. Trying to follow his father’s advice he had opened it and read it. He told his father that two things struck him. One was that her address had changed. It was no longer the same as Cindy’s. The second was that among the congratulations was a rather wistful remark that she wished she had known about it.
Almost a year after the divorce Tom was reading one quiet afternoon. He had fallen into a routine. During the week: work, eat supper, watch TV. Saturdays were kept for household work: lawn care, laundry and cleaning. Sundays he went to church and spent the afternoon and evenings in his easy chair with a book. Friends and his children had all urged him to go out, do things, even date. He had refused. “I am a rock,” he told himself as he listened to Simon and Garfunkel that afternoon. “I touch no one and no one touches me.”
There was a knock on the door. For one minute Tom thought he just didn’t have the energy to get up and answer it. But he heaved himself out of the chair, turned down the CD player and went to the door. He opened it and stood completely still.
“Hello, Tom,” Gina said.
“God, she’s still the most beautiful woman I ever saw in my life,” he thought. He said aloud, “Gina, what are you doing here?” “May I come in Tom?” she asked, hesitation in her voice.
“My God, Gina, are you trying to get me arrested? You know perfectly well the restraining order forbids me to contact you or be within 100 yards of you.”
“Restraining order?” Her face was confused. “What are you talking about?”
“The restraining order your lawyer served me with along with the divorce papers. You obtained it because ‘you were in fear of bodily injury due to my excessive rage’.” Tom quoted the document bitterly.
Gina paled. “Tom, I did no such thing,” she protested.
“Of course you didn’t.” Gina quailed at the sarcasm in his voice. “Glenda the Good Witch brought it without your knowledge.” She opened her mouth to protest. Tom cut her off, “Now go away.” He slammed the door in her face, locked it and retreated to his chair.
The very next day Donna, his attorney, called to tell him Gina had been by to see her. “I can’t talk to her without your permission, of course. I’m not sure what she wants.”
“Go ahead and see what it is, Donna, ” Tom told her. “I don’t really care.”
Two days after that Tom got a page at work. Sally, the receptionist at the front desk told him , “Your ex-wife is here to see you.” Tom told her he didn’t want to be bothered by her. “Good,” said Sally, a hard edge on her voice that surprised him. “Maybe she’ll argue and I can have Security throw her out.”
Then it was Saturday and the back doorbell was ringing. He opened it and before he could say a word Gina thrust a paper into his hands. “This revokes that goddamn restraining order my lawyer put on you Tom. I’m so sorry.” He shifted from one foot to the other, not knowing what to say. She stood on the step, her eyes pleading with him.
“Come on in,” he mumbled. “Want some coffee?”
“Please.” Gina took the cup and looked in it. “Thanks for letting me talk to Donna. She certainly didn’t want to. When I walked in the office on Monday, she opened the conversation by asking me what the fuck I wanted. I seem to have found that attitude among all our old friends. Even,” she swallowed hard before continuing, “Even from our kids.”
“You missed Doug’s graduation. We sent an invitation through your lawyer. It was returned with a notice I was violating the restraining order and any further attempts would be reported to the police.”
“I found all that out.” Gina smiled bitterly. “My attorney wanted to make sure there would be no attempt at reconciliation. It might have damaged his fees. I just found out the settlement was half. Of that I got about a quarter. The rest went to him for ‘expenses’. Donna is beginning an investigation into unethical practices by him. Apparently I signed that restraining order when I thought I was signing copies of our agreement.”
“Well, well. I didn’t realize you were still getting fucked by guys,” Tom commented, not caring if the words hurt or not.
Gina shook as though he had slapped her. “Oh God Tom. When did you become so cold and hurtful?”
“June 23rd, last year, When I came home and found out how you were spending your spare time.”
With that she fled.
Sunday afternoon the doorbell rang again. “This is getting to be a habit,” Tom thought. This time she didn’t wait for an invitation as she stormed past him. She entered the family room and spun to him.
“Okay. I deserved that yesterday. But you shouldn’t have said it.” Tom nodded his head. The first crack had appeared in his shell yesterday when he had been appalled at himself that he could have said such a thing, no matter what hurt he felt. She continued, “I screwed up. I threw my whole life away chasing some fantasy. I’ve lived the last year either in denial or in regret of what I did. I cut myself off from my family and my friends. And I did it deliberately. Because I knew I had screwed up and I had no idea how to fix it. Now maybe I do.”
“Gina, what is it you’re trying to say?” Tom asked. He was calmer now, his feelings opening to the sight of the woman who had taken his heart so long ago. “I’m trying to listen, be supportive but I just don’t understand what you’re driving at.”
“Oh God, Tom. I don’t want you to be supportive. I want you to scream at me, throw things, act out so that all this isn’t so much harder for me than it is. I want you to be mad and hurtful because then I might feel better about myself.”
Tom just looked at her with one eyebrow raised.
“Tom,” she swallowed. “Tom,” her eyes blurred and she turned away from him. He studied her profile as she composed herself. “Tom, I want to come home.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said I want to come home.” She turned back to face him, resolve on her face. “I miss you. I was stupid and let myself get carried away when I mistook infatuation for love. Now that its a thing of the past, I know that I only ever loved one person. You.”
“And Cindy?” Tom asked, without malice. He had come to some understanding and thought it was hardly fair to blame that bubbly 20 year old for Gina’s actions. While he did not think of her with favor, he had long ago ceased to hate her.
Gina walked past him and looked out the family room window. “Oh god Tom, it was over that day,” she said softly. ” There was nothing left. All we had was sex. When we finally were out of bed and started living in the same apartment, we discovered that there wasn’t anything else. Nothing to talk about, no one we shared. We had no dreams in common. And one ghost haunted us and wouldn’t leave me alone.” She turned back. “You. I promise you I knew nothing about the restraining order, the threats, the actions of my lawyer. But I knew I had horribly wounded you and the guilt wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“I moved out.”
“Doug, told me your address had changed.”
“There wasn’t any point in staying with her.”
“Incidentally,” Gina’s mouth turned up in a smile with no mirth in it. “Cindy’s getting married. She wants to have children. He’s a very nice guy. I met him and I know they’re in love. And I think its wonderful. Tom, she really is a sweet girl. Yes, she seduced me. But I’m the adult, I should have stopped it, at least after the first time.”
“Had you ever been with another woman before?” When Gina shook her head, Tom continued. “I think I could have forgiven you for that, if it had stopped there.”
“I know. I have sat in that empty apartment of mine and thought, and thought, and thought. I loved the thrill of the exploration, the excitement of discovery. I mistook our being comfortable for being dull. Yes, I admit it, the illicit nature of the romance was exciting in itself. But even before I left her, I had come to the knowledge that even had things continued, what I had with her was not what I wanted, what I am as a person.”
Gina sat next to him on the couch and took his hands. “Tom, I know that I have done, or caused to be done, things to you that I can barely comprehend I could have ever been responsible for. You may hate me forever. I am praying that somewhere in the man I love is a spark that might let you forgive me and take me back. Tom, can I come home?”

Thank you to all my fans and friends who waited so patiently for a new story. This is a short story in 3 parts, the first prequel to a novel I am shopping around.
The main characters are the center of my novel “The Longest Midnight” and you can see, the titles in these works are a nod to Ray Bradbury, a hero of mine.
There will be at least 1 more short story prequel entitled “Swimming the Dusty River” up soon. I am finishing it as you read!
***
Under a full moon, my escape was working. I ran through Archer Woods more terrified of the man behind me than the gangs in the area, or the Satanic cults of urban legend. The man behind me was the deadliest predator in the city, and I was his prey.
My legs had been pumping for long minutes, I was in a blessid runner’s high, past feeling, but I knew my lungs would give out. Then I would die.
I ran for the cemetery merely because I knew there was a police station across the street, not far. I had no idea just what I’d say. “Hi, I’m Alexis Bindle, the woman who went missing a year ago. Well, turns out my great uncle is a vampire psycho who kept me as his blood slave until my dead great aunt, a ghost, freed me.”
Yeah, that’d work great. Still, a year of a padded room and heavy narcotics was better than another day with Nikola.
I was weak, literally damn near drained of blood. I was dizzy, thirsty, exhausted. Still I followed the green lights of the ghosts through the forests. My Great Aunt Irene and her friends carefully avoided trees, toots, branches, and fallen logs for me. They could pass right through and escape faster, for Nikola could consume their souls as easily as my blood, but they were my salvation.
Lights up ahead! Electric lights! My breath came faster in the cool spring air, sweat obscured my vision, but I ran harder. I hit the soft marshy ground of the cemetery with a cry and suddenly the ghosts disappeared.
“Hey! Freeze!”
I kept running but looked to the voice and ran into an old cross. The wind was knocked out of me and I bounced back, landing in a sweaty heap on the marshy ground.
The night sky above me was lit by the full moon and the light pollution of Chicago’s south side. Suddenly two guns attached to mean looking cops were in my vision.
“Hands above your head!” The male yelled.
My eyes met the female cops’, and hers widened comically. “Shit Bernie, it’s that woman, the missing PI.”
“Alexis Bindle,” I wheezed out. As Bernie pulled out his radio and they sheathed their guns, I closed my eyes and let darkness take me.
***
When I woke I knew I had been under anesthesia. It was a struggle to swim to consciousness trapped within my body. I ached, I was dry, my head was imploding, and the words around me made no sense. I knew I should understand them, but I just couldn’t.
What I meant to say was “Where the hell am I?” It came out “Unnnnnnnhhhhhh maaaawh ehhh.”
Hands, pressure at my wrist, a rhythmic beeping grew stronger in my ear.
“Alexis, baby!” I understood that, it was my mother, and I began to weep until darkness took me again.
***
When I woke fully I was burning. I knew what it was; my blood was low. I opened one eye cautiously and saw a trio of bags flowing into tubes stuck in my right wrist. My left shoulder burned and I couldn’t move me arm. I struggled for a moment until a voice stopped me.
“It’s dislocated. In a few days you can take it out of the sling, until then, don’t move it.”
I saw only shadows; it was night, the lights were out, and the blinds filtered most of the dim moonlight. Dim. How long had I been there?
“Two weeks,” the voice said, and I hadn’t realized I’d spoken aloud.
“What else?” I croaked, and the bed suddenly came to life, lifting me up as a tray was rolled closer.
The bed stopped and two strong male hands held out a glass of water and steadied the straw for me. I drank greedily as he listed the injuries. “Shock, severe blood loss. Lacerations on your neck and wrists. Dislocated shoulder, sprained right knee, bone chip on your right shin. You’ll be in here another week or so, on crutches for a few weeks, and your shin will hurt like hell if bumped for a month or two.”
The water ran out, making a slurping gurgling sound, and one of the strong hands pushed the call button.
“Yes?” A nurse said from a speaker on the wall.
“We need more water. Miss Bindle is awake.”
“Who are you?” I asked the shadow in a hoarse whisper.
“Detective Durand with the Chicago Police. I want to ask you about what happened, but I will wait until you’re stronger. Miss Bindle, I do need to ask; we did a rape kit on you and you tested positive for fluids, but not trauma. Were you raped?”
I closed my eyes and turned my head, unsure of how to answer. I had never been raped by a stranger or a date, never even molested as a child. I had always been one of the lucky ones. But in the last year my soul had been raped in every way possible, but I didn’t know how to explain.
When Nikola would come to me every night I’d fight him, claw, bite, do whatever I could. But when he bit me, drew my blood, my body responded to it the way it was designed to. When he would slip into my body I would be begging, and when he would leave I would weep in shame.
“Miss Bindle?”
The door opened and lights flipped on, turning my eyelids red for a moment. “Detective, you’ll have to leave now,” a stern man said.
“But I-”
“No buts. Leave, Detective.”
I opened my eyes and true terror kept me from screaming.
Detective Durand was a vampire.
***
She was shaking. Shaking with rage, anxiety, happiness, and fear. Alex was alive. So many had thought she was dead. Donna had been with her almost every day for twelve years, and after college and her time in the army, she and Alex, her best friend, had gone into business together. Guilt was there too.
The night Alex had disappeared she had been working a case that Donna had passed off to her. She’d had a date, begged Alex to take it. It had been ugly. A young woman killed, the police either unwilling or unable to find out who had fired from the car, killing the young college student. Donna had narrowed her focus to a pair of up-and-coming drug dealer brothers, independents trying to make it in a world ruled by organized gangs.
It had been a stakeout she’d planned, when Robert had called her for a date. Alex had been free, and taken the duty. When she hadn’t come home in the morning, Donna had found her car. There had been signs of a struggle, bloody footprints that led into the Domingo house. Inside Donna had found the brothers dead, their throats torn out as if by wild dogs, their drugs and cash untouched.
And Alex’s trail went cold.
She moved the car, changed the schedule books, gave a report to the grieving mother that the Domingo brothers were guilty, and dead. When 48 hours passed, Donna had brought her father, a criminal lawyer, down to the station with her to file the missing person.
Alex was tall, athletic, beautiful. Her unusual career as a PI had grabbed the attention of the media and life had become a circus. Donna did what she could to hang on to the house they shared, Alex’s car, and keep life normal.
Everyone had thought Alex was dead. The cops, the reporters, their scant few friends, even Alex’s parents had thought so, but Donna had never given up hope.
Almost thirteen months of sleepless nights had passed as she searched for her best friend and partner. Thirteen grueling, heartbreaking months. And all the time she’d been so close.
The same incompetent police now said she’d been held in a house near Archer Woods, raped, beaten, tortured. Donna was killing mad, scared for her friend, and worse, scared everything had changed. Would Alex be the same person?
Donna slapped herself soundly, the smack echoing down the hallway. Nurses, Doctors, patients all stopped to stare. Donna knew she made an odd picture, all of her five feet were stuffed into worn leather pants, her bike jacket, a t-shirt from her father. She’d long ago stopped worrying about her hair and makeup when darker things had taken precedence. Now her long dark hair was in a full Jewish afro, her thick glasses dominated her face, contrasting her biker babe look with bookworm presence.
Inside Alex was about to be discharged. Three weeks she had been back, and not once had Donna been able to walk in the door. She clutched the handle now, took a deep breath, and opened it.
Alex was in a wheelchair facing the window. Her straight golden hair had grown incredibly long, tied up in a ponytail out of the way of the wheels.
Donna walked slowly around to see an air cast on her friend’s knee. Her clothes hung from a terribly thin frame, a green sweater and old jeans Donna had seen her wear a thousand times. Now it was like a shroud.
Alex’s face made her wince. A black eye had swollen the left one almost shut, her lip was split open, and there was a hollow haunted look to her.
“Alex.”
Trembling as she waited to see the rage cover her friends face, Donna held her breath. But When Alex turned, she smiled, winced, and broke into tears.
Donna grabbed her and hugged her tight in return until Alex grunted in pain. Donna pulled back and wiped at her tears, cleaning her glasses on her shirt.
“Donna, you look so different.”
“I’m a a bit more natural. No more expensive hair products, makeup, or contacts. Business has sort of dropped off.”
Alex sucked in her breath. “It’s still in operation?”
Donna nodded and pulled back to rest on her knees. “Still going. I searched for you every day. I’m so sorry, Alex, it’s all my-”
“It’s not your fault. Donna, I know who took me, and I would have been taken no matter what.”
Donna blinked. “But you told the police you don’t know who did it.”
“I know.”
“But why?”
Alex turned back to the window. “Because I’m going kill him.”
***
Settled into the little house I stared at the TV. I hadn’t seen TV while I’d been “gone” and the new shows amazed me. Donna, now a vegetarian, had made me sloppy joes for dinner. I was fifty pounds lighter than I had been before, and according to my doctor twenty pounds lighter than the minimum I should be.
They smelled like heaven, covered with American cheese, pickles, S. Rosen buns, and on the side were thick-cut fries and mayonnaise for sipping them. The pop next to me was Mountain Dew, packed with caffeine and calories, and it tasted like sugary slime to me.
I knew if I bit into the joes I’d taste dead cooked flesh only, the chemicals in the bun and cheese, and in the fries the formaldehyde used to preserve the white color inside.
I’d been back a week, and I hadn’t told Donna any more than I had in the hospital. We’d taken the phone off the hook, closed the shades to keep the press at bay. Donna stopped working when it was too difficult to safely get the car out, and we had Dominick’s deliver our groceries.
I had hated my prison before, but now I welcomed it.
I didn’t want to see my parents, I didn’t know what to say. So many family secrets had come out I couldn’t face my mother. If only she had told me, if only she had warned me, it all might have been prevented.
If only I had known it wasn’t all in my head, that I really did see ghosts. That my mother had too, and crazy Aunt Irene who’d they sent to the looney bin had been as sane as anyone could be. That this ability would make vampires hunt me.
I took the full can of Dew next to me and hurled it at the wall. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, but every move pained me. I knew the fastest cure to heal, grow strong enough for my revenge; vampire blood.
So many times Nikola had drained me, beaten me bloody, and then fed me his own blood until I was whole and healed. Without it I didn’t stand a chance, but if I got close to Nikola or his sycophants I was dead meat.
“Alex?” Donna appeared in the doorway. When she saw the foaming can on the floor, the pool beneath it and spray on the wall, she sighed and left. Returning with a paper towel she began to clean wordlessly, hiding from me.
I scared her, I unnerved her, and I hated it. Donna was the bravest soul I knew, the woman who had made me braver, stronger, and now she was terrified of me.
“Alex, why don’t you eat? You need to eat.”
“I can’t.” I bit my lip, unsure of just how much I wanted to tell her.
“Tell me then, what will you eat? What is it you want?”
I felt the tears gather as she faced me, standing up to my stony silence and brooding. “Blood,” I whispered, and just like that, the story spilled from my lips.
***
It was a chilly February in Chicago. Valentines Day was in full denial of the snow and slush, and so was Donna. Her scum ex had called at the last minute for a date, so lonely ol’ me I had agreed to take over her stakeout.
The Domingo brothers were bad, as bad as they came. Their house was always full, and Donna hadn’t been able to get inside and take pictures she needed. Information had come that they were both going to be out for a while leaving the house empty. I was to wait for them to go, then take a picture of the car they kept hidden, and their gun collection.
I had a thermos of hot cocoa, the radio set to Q101, the alternative station that was blissfully devoid of any love crap that night. It was early, had been dark not even an hour. The Domingos had dates and should have been heading out soon.
Even in the scruffy Back Of The Yards neighborhood I saw flower deliveries, couples hand in hand. I was lonely, horny, and nauseated by it all.
Something grabbed my attention, but I didn’t know what. I looked around and the dark street corner was empty. Even in winter the neighborhood had life, it was like being in the forest and noticing the animals all fell silent.
I went for my gun but my window exploded, broken glass and a fist plowed into my face.
I struggled but the door opened wide and I was grabbed and hauled out. Held by my coat, I faced the Domingo brothers. Javier, the smaller one, punched me while Sal held me up. My head rocked back, and the scant light dimmed even as I felt blood pouring down to the ground.
When I woke I was bound in a dark room. It smelled of chemicals, and I knew they’d been cooking Meth inside it. My gun was gone, the knife in my boots, even the steel-tipped boots were across the room. I wore only my UIC Sweatshirt, jeans, and the novelty socks Donna had given me for Christmas.
I wasn’t dead, so that meant either they were going to question me, or question and rape me before killing me. Neither prospect appealed, so I tried to breathe calmly and formulate a plan. I couldn’t breathe through my nose, it was broken and filled with blood, and as I breathed through my mouth I felt a painful click that told me that too was broken.
The Domingos were built like pro wrestlers and were known to sample their own goods, and many drugs fueled psychosis and strength. So if I was going to get out, I had to use my head.
No windows in the large room so I was in a basement or attic. The noises outside the door were of a faint TV set or radio broadcasting a soccer match in Spanish, and the brothers talking in low voices, also in rapid Spanish.
The bonds were tight, they’d used ties like cops did around my ankles and wrists, and nylon rope around my body. The floorboards were cold, my ass was asleep, and my face was screaming.
I doubted in the sweatshirt and looking this way I could pull off a seduction, doubted even less I would willingly do so, but maybe I could convince them I wanted in.
I tried to school my face into a tough sneer but the muscles were paralyzed. I straightened my back as much as I could and waited.
The sound of wood splintering exploded outside the door and a gun went off. There was yelling, crashing, the sound of a struggle, and then an inhuman snarl, sounding like a wolf in a movie. A high pitched scream rang out and another gun shot, before the sick, wet slam of a body falling into blood.
Then silence. My blood froze. The Domingos were at the top of the food chain, and if they were dead, I did not want to meet their killer.
The door opened and I sucked in my breath. He was tall enough to duck under the door, broad enough in the shoulders to fill it, and startlingly handsome. His skin was dusky, but he wasn’t mixed race or Hispanic; he looked more like a relative on my mother’s side.
He wore all black, matching his long hair and dark eyes. Behind him I heard the unmistakable trot of a happy dog leaving.
“Alexis,” he breathed in a sultry accent that reminded me of my grandparents. The sound of Hungary, the sound of old wisdom and youthful exuberance.
“Are you hurt?” He asked and crossed the room startlingly quickly.
“N-no,” I replied.
He bent to untie me and his scent was spicy, earthy, there was an almost magnetic pull to him.
He ripped six layers of rope open with his bare hands and pulled the ties off like they were rubber bands. For even the cops it took large wire cutters to get them off, I thought, and then he had me on my feet.
“Who are you?”
“I am your guardian angel,” he purred, and scooped me up.
I’d seen it done in movies, but at 5′11″ and 190lbs, I had never been carried as an adult. He let me grab my boots, and then took me into the hall, up the stairs to the main floor.
The men lay dead, their throats torn out. I wondered about the dog, but closed my eyes to burrow into his shoulder, hiding from the blood. I smelled it, it had filled my vision, and I felt sick, but my hero had an impressive erection pressed to my hip.
Out in the night he stopped. “Do you trust me, Alexis?”
I looked into his eyes, dark like the deepest ocean, and I felt drugged. Perhaps it was those eyes, or the blood loss, but I nodded. By the time I noticed what he’d done we were fifty feet in the air. I shrieked and clutched at him as he laughed, a deep rich sound.
We flew until I recognized Archer Woods, and we touched down on the south side, were the houses were large and old. He landed in the backyard of a Victorian, and I was pleased I hadn’t passed out.
When he set me down I was shaking, my knees were weak. “How did you do that?”
He smiled down at me, an odd smile that flopped my stomach. “I have many skills.”
He led me into the kitchen which was Spartan, and sat me on an old bench. “Wait here, I will get you something to help you heal.”
I collapsed into myself, knowing I had lost too much blood. I hoped it was something to pack my nose, and then he’d get me to a hospital, though we’d better take a car. Speaking of which I’d left mine back there, along with my gun, knife, and purse.
No, my purse was on the counter. He must have brought it. I struggled to my feet and found my gun and knife inside it. Had the Domingos put them there, or had my mystery man somehow known what weapons were mine?
He came back in with a smooth stride I’d only seen on runway models. He held a wine glass filled with a dark vintage that was almost brown-black in the dim light.
“Wine? I don’t think a blood-thinner would be good right now.” He set it in front of me, and I noticed the liquid was thick, coating the glass as it sloshed. “That’s not wine, is it?”
“It is a remedy, a very old one. It will help you to heal.”
“I need a hospital, not folk medicine. Look, thank you for getting me out of there, but-”
“I will take you to a hospital. If you promise to drink this.”
I sniffed at it, it smelled metallic and yet oddly…sweet and savory. “It’s not a roofie colada, is it?”
Hey gave me a puzzled look as if the term meant nothing to him. “Drink, and you will feel better.”
I picked it up, sniffed more, and it smelled delicious. I took a test sip and winced, slamming the glass down and coughing. “This tastes like blood!”
“Root vegetables and tomatoes can do that. It has been canned for a long time. It is good, see?” He took a large sip and almost shuddered with pleasure. “Safe. Drink, now.”

“Ouch” I said as I tried to get out of bed the next day. I stood up and began to walk at a slow pace to the bathroom. I sat there and thought to myself, why do I do this to myself. Part of me hated the person that I have become. I wanted to tell those guys to fuck off and go to hell, while the other half of me loved every moment of the fucking and put up with the other stuff in order to get that intense orgasm that she experiences whenever she was getting a black cock stuffed in her.
I walked out to change from my new outfit and decided that I would be a lazy day for me and I am just going to lie there and be a bum. I peeled off the cheerleading outfit from the night before; I threw it in my laundry basket and put on a tank top and some shorts. I walked into the living room and saw an envelope from Ron on the floor. I opened it and read it. It said that I needed to cleanup the mess I made last night and a list of groceries he needed for game 2. It also said that I was not needed tonight and that he may see me tonight or someone will.
I just sucked it up, grabbed my cleaning supplies, walked up, and cleaned his place. I was picking up used condoms all over the living room. I was curious to see how many times I get fucked last night so I counted 20 used condoms. I thought that it was a lot more but they did a good job, I have not been this sore in a while. I have been in this apartment twice at night and fucked several guys and did not know any of there names. I rushed those thoughts out of my head and remembered the earth shattering orgasms that I’ve been having lately and that brought a huge smile to my face and not to mention the erect nipples.
I finished cleaning his place and went back to mine. As, I was walking down the stairs I heard someone knocking on a door when I opened the stairwell door it was Mr. Bernstein at my door.
“Hey Mr. Bernstein” I said
“Tara, How are you doin, making a lil extra cash but cleaning apartments” He asked
“You could say that, just being nice and cant beat extra cash” I replied, “You want me to clean your place, I got a sexy maids outfit” I joked.
“Really” He said. You can see the bulge in his pants and I knew that turned him on
I smiled and said “No, not yet C’mon in”
“I came here to see if you made your decision on the place yet, I have a few people interested in the place” He commented
“Oh im sorry, I just got preoccupied this past week and swear I called you, my fault” I said
“Its okay” Mr. Bernstein said “So, were you serious about cleaning my place” he added
“If you ask I will do it, you been so nice to me it’s the least I can do” I replied
“Maybe we can work something out,” He said
“Have a seat we can discuss it now over lunch” I replied
We sat there ate lunch and talked. I can see his eye drift down to my breasts many times during our lunch together and really did not mind. He told me about his weekend and that his kids came into town and telling me how much of a freeloaders they are.
“How was your weekend, Tara?” He asked
I smiled and almost told him about it but figured he would have had a heart attack or cum in his pants but just said “ I watched some basketball, ran some errands and worked out”
“What no gentleman suitors this weekend, im shocked that a pretty girl like you didn’t have a date” He said
“Just not into the dating scene much nowadays plus no one of interest to me asks me out, plenty of guys hit on me and I ask for the numbers and just throw them away. I guess I do it to be polite,” I told him
“Your young and the right guy is out there for you” he said as I cleared the table.
“You so sweet” I said as I kissed him on the cheek and brushed my breasts against his arm when I leaned in and kissed him.
“Lets talk about rent” He said
“Okay” I replied
“If you clean my place once a week and…” He said with a long pause.
“And what” I said
“Oh never mind” He commented. “C’mon what were you gonna say” I pressed
“Well, are you sure, please don’t be offended, I had a good time the other day and its been so long since I felt so good, I was wondering if you might be willing to do it again sometime” He timidly asked
I smiled and said “Sure, whenever you want to and im free I will do it” His face lit up and was so excited.
“You do those two things for me and you can live here as long as you want for free.” He said
“You got a deal and I may have to go out and get that sexy maids outfit for ya “ I commented “Really, I will reimburse you for it if you do” Mr. Bernstein said excitedly
“You ask I will do” I said “So when is a good day to clean your apartment” I added
“Anytime you want” He said as he hands me a key to his place “Oh yea, I got a pool there also so when your done, you can lay out and work on your tan without being disturbed. Its pretty private out there.” He added
“Cool, nude sunbathing and skinny dipping is in order” I said “Okay, I wont complain” Mr. Bernstein added
“Well, okay then, I have some free time on Wednesday, so I will be over on that day,” I said
“No problem, well I have to run now and meet people at my other buildings,” He said
“Have a good day and maybe see you on Wednesday” I said
I walked into my bedroom laughing and joking with myself. You cannot beat that deal, maybe 4 hours of work a month for free rent. I grabbed my purse and went to the grocery store. As I wandered thru the aisles of the supermarket, I thought to myself that Mr. Bernstein is going to be the talk of his friends, hes got a hot 20 year girl that’s gonna fuck him on a regular basis. I also decided to indulge him on his fantasy and find a maids outfit for him and maybe a few new bikinis to lay out in.
I got Ron and mine’s groceries and I drove past this adult store and decided to go in and see what kinda outfit they had there. I walked in and everyone’s head turned to check me out. I asked the cashier if they had any maid’s outfit.
“Ah, sorry, we don’t carry clothing here” The cashier said “Need something to wear for a bachelor party” he added. Guess he thought that I was a stripper.
“No, just spicing up a relationship” I replied. “You might want to try Exotic Apparel on the other side of town. The cashier said. “Okay thanks” I said to him.
I turned around noticed that the guys were still staring at me so I paused by the door and walked back into full view and flashed the guys in the store and jiggled my breasts for them and walked out of the store and drove away. I was thinking to myself, store name sounds familiar.
“Fuck” I said. It is that bitch Nina’s store, I thought to myself. Maybe I can get some more free clothes outta her, she’s that dumb. I arrived at the store and wandered around until I heard
“Tara” Nina said
“Hello Nina, how are you doing” I replied
“Im doing fine, cant wait for tonight, did Ron invite you over also” She said
“No, I got plans” I said.
“He invited me over to his place for the game and I’m so excited, you should see the outfit im gonna wear there, Its to die for.” She gushed. I thought to myself, considering the amount of snacks and drinks I bought, she should not be too excited unless that is her thing.
“Cool” I said.
“Ah fuck it, I will show you,” She said as she put a back in 15-minute sign in the door and locked it. “Follow me to the back” she said as I was walking back, a maid’s outfit caught my eye and I knew I had to check it out.
“Have a seat,” She said. I looked around her office and noticed some of the pictures she had up. It was pictures of her kids, husband and friends.
“Cute kids” I said. “They are a little older than you are,” she said from the other side of the wall. She walks out and she is wearing a skintight leather dress that had a plunging neckline and was short and barely covered her ass. She had a great body for a woman in her 40s and hope that I looked as good as she did at that age,
“Very nice, love the cleavage” I said. “This would look great on you and with those breasts you can drive men wild” She said
“Thanks, not a big fan of leather” I replied “I know I couldnt walk in the 6 inch stiletto heels, too top heavy” I said as I cupped my breasts and shook them up and down. I added
She walked back, changed into her business suit, and came back into her office.
“So, what can I do for you today” Nina asked, “ I need a few bikinis and a maid’s outfit.” I replied.
“You looking for respectful for a costume party or a lil naughty” She asked
“Naughty” I said.
We walked back out on the sales floor and she got me this sexy maids outfit in my size.
“You’re a size 6 right,” She asked
“Most of the time yea “ I joked. “You want the full get up garters and hoses too,” Nina asked
“Yea sure” I replied. She showed me to the dressing room and I put on the whole outfit. The outfit really made my breasts stand out and the cleavage made them stand out even more. The skirt was very short and went I bent over it showed my ass and the garters and hose.
“You look sexy Tara” Nina says.
“I will take it” I replied “Now lets see some bikinis,” I added
We walked over to the swimwear area; I wandered around and found a few that caught my eye. I tried them on and liked them all. They were revealing but the normal fashion for the time.
“Here try this one on and if you like its on me” Nina says. It was a small blue thong bikini with a top that just covered my areolas and the bottom was just as small. I thought it made my ass look big but in a strange way, I liked it.
“Lets see it” Nina said I walked out of the dressing room and showed her and did the typical model twirl. “You don’t think it makes my ass look fat do you,” I asked
“You look great in it,” She said. “Okay, I will take it too” I replied
“Let me get the rest and I will ring you up while your getting dressed.” Nina said. I handed her all the clothes, got dressed and made my way to the counter.
“Excuse Me,” a female voice said
“I couldn’t help but notice you in that bikini and I have to say you looked great in it. I’m Jackie,” The woman said
“Tara” I replied. “Have you ever thought about dancing, you can make a lot of money, I opened up a new gentleman’s club that is opening on Thursday night on the edge of town and would love to have a well endowed woman like you working for me.” Jackie says
“No, sorry, not my thing really, but I am flattered to think I look good enough to be a stripper” I said. I also told her about being mistaken for one earlier.
“Well, here’s my card and if your ever in the neighborhood, show the door man this card and you can get in for free and we also have an amateur contest on Wednesday nights. So stop by for our grand opening and I’m sure a few gals would love to give you a lap dance or two.” Jackie said
“I blushed and said thank you and good luck with the club.” I told her.
“My girls will be in later on today and tomorrow to pick out some things for the club. So just put it on the tab and I will pay it on Monday.” Jackie said to Nina
“Wow, that’s a lot of business for me and you should do it. You have an amazing body id die to have a natural chest like that,” Nina says to me. “We should check the place out sometime, would you be willing to go with me” She added
“Will see, what do I owe you?” I said
“103.45” Nina says. I hand her my credit card and sign for the items.
“It was good seeing you again, here’s my cell number, give me a call sometime” Nina adds
“Good to see you also, have fun tonight” I said with a smile on my face. I get in my car and drive away. She is not as bad of a person as thought that she was. I think I could actually be a friend with her and finally get a close female friend to talk with besides my mom. Just as I finished that thought, my cell phone rang.
“Hey sweetie” Mom says
“Hi Mom, two phones call in less than a week, what is wrong ” I replied.
“Nothing, I wanted to know what you decided with the apartment,” She said
“I am going to stay her for the year” I told her. “What’s the monthly rent? Mom asks.
“Funny thing about that I just finished cleaning an apartment in the building and he asked if I would clean his place, he said that he would let me stay here for free, if I cleaned his house once a week, I couldn’t pass that deal up” I said to her
“Why you cleaning apartments, do you have enough money? She asks “Mom, im fine with money I just as a favor to a neighbor. He fixed a flat tire that I had and it was my way of repaying him,” I said
“Is he cute and single” she asked
“He’s cute but has a live in girlfriend” I replied. “Too bad” Mom said
“Ok, I just wanted to make sure my baby had a place to live, have a good week” Mom add
“Bye, love you” I replied
I got back in and unloaded the groceries into my apartment and in Ron’s. I put away the groceries and my new clothes then decided to sit my lazy ass on the couch for the rest of the night. I ordered out for dinner and waited for it to arrive. I heard voices in the parking lot and decided to look. It was some of Ron’s friends I guess and then another group of black guys showed up. Wow, I estimated that there was about 7 or 8 guys up there for the game and then saw Nina arrive a few minutes later. Looks like she’s gonna have some fun tonight and that dress was ugly, guess you had to see it in the right light I thought to myself. It was around 11pm, when there was a knock on the door, I opened it up and it was Ron,
“Hey babygirl” He said
“Hello Ron, didn’t think I would see you tonight” I said
“Couldn’t let my favorite girl go unfulfilled,” He said, “I hear you got offered to be a stripper and got some new clothes,” he added. I knew Nina told him all about it.
“Yea, but not my thing really, I like to dance in private when I get something better than cash in return” I replied “But I may go with Nina and see the club” I added
“If you go anywhere with that hoe, you aint gonna see any black cock on this campus every again” He snapped, “I cant get rid of her, she just so hopeless. At least with you, I could see some disgust in what you had to do but you did it to make me happy and I appreciate that” He added
“That bitch does it because she likes the attention and doesn’t care about me. Right now she’s fucking 7 of my friends and didn’t even pay me any attention, fuckin hoe.” He said angrily. “I’m going to make her strip there on amateur night and give me the cash hoping that she would get tired of me and leave me alone.” He stated.
“Okay I wont talk to her or do anything with her” I said “Can I get up anything before I change into something more appropriate for you,” I asked “No, i’m fine and do I get to see the new stuff you bought?” Ron asked
“Anything for you” I replied, “Oh yea, where something tight and short after your done showing me, He comments. I walked into my room, put on my new bikinis, and showed him each one.
“I like the blue and white one piece and of course that killer thong bikini,” Ron said
“Thanks” I said while blushing. I walked back in and put on the whole maid’s outfit and trotted out to show Ron.
“Wow, did you buy that to clean my place” Ron asked. “No, but if you want me too I will” I replied.
”So whose it for” Ron asked. “Its for Mr. Bernstein, he offered my free rent here if I cleaned his place, so I joked about the outfit and it seemed to make him happy, so I figured what the hell and got one” I commented
“You going to fuck him too” Ron asks, “If he asks then you said it was okay and I will” I replied. He nodded his head in agreement and I walked back into my room to put it away. I changed into this tight white lycra dress and found some matching lifts. I looked at the mirror while I looked like a stripper.
“Very nice, I got good taste in clothes” Ron said. “I like it very much” I replied
“I see you kept the tape from the night before” Ron commented as I walked toward him
“Yea” was all I could say as I sat on the floor next to him. He grabs the remote and hits play on the CD player.
“Now you going to be my lil slutty stripper tonight” Ron said. I rose off the floor, moved the coffee table aside, and began to sway my hips from side to side with the music. I ran my hands over my ass and thighs as I dipped and swayed to the music. I turned around, ran my hands over my breasts, and pinched my nipples. My hand moved down and caressed my pussy. I raised my skirt up to show my ass and pussy. I continued to sway my hips to the music, walking toward Ron. I turned around, bent over putting my ass close to his face, and then smacked my ass hard. I straddled him next pressing my ass against his crotch and sliding up and down while cupping my breasts. I took one of the straps off my shoulder then the other. I pulled down my top to expose my breasts and erect nipples. I can feel his cock getting hard against my ass. I got up off him and swayed from side to side in front of him. I turned around and moved in between his legs while pressing my breasts into his face and then slide my hand down to his crotch and rubbed his hard cock.
I pressed my body against his and then stood up on the couch and put my pussy close to his face while my hips swayed to the music. I slide down and was now straddling him. My hands played with my breasts and slide down to my pussy. I played with my pussy for a few second when I took my hand and licked my finger then began to finger myself. I moved it in and out a few times, brought my hand back up to my mouth, and licked my finger clean. I then rose up from him and did a split onto the floor while running my hands over my breasts and stomach. I got on my back and spread eagle for him and ran my hand up and down my pussy lips. The music stopped
“Maybe I was wrong, you could be one hell of a stripper.” Ron said
I blushed and said “Thank you” He gets up and goes into my bedroom. I followed behind him
“Get on your back” He tells me. He undresses and I watch that magnificent body come closer to me. He straddles my stomach and lays his cock in between my breasts and he then reached back and slides a few fingers inside my pussy. I moaned in delight.
“You like that” Ron asks
“Mmm..Yes but Id rather have that wonderful thick black cock inside me.” I replied. He moistens up his fingers and put them near my mouth. I moved up to suck on them. He pulls them away and lubricates his cock. I squeezed my breasts together for him and he began to work his cock back and forth. I moaned and purred in delight. I lowered my head and began to flick at his cock every time it got close to my mouth. After several moments, he blew warm cum over my chest and on my throat. He moved up a bit and tapped his cock on my chin to get the excessive cum off his tip. Some of it fell into my mouth and I eagerly swallowed it. He got off me and I used my hands to scoop up his cum and licked my fingers clean.
“On your back and place that head just off the bed, I wanna fuck that mouth for awhile” Ron says. I adjusted myself and put my feet on the wall and head just off the bed. He lined up his cock with my mouth and shoved it in. His massive balls hitting my nose as he moved in and out. I moaned in ecstasy and began to rub my clit. He sees me doing this and shoves his cock deep into my throat and I could not breathe.
“I don’t think so,” Ron yelled. I moved my hand away from my wet pussy and placed them at my side. He slid his cock out so that I can breath again. My chest was heaving and I was trying to catch my breath while he was fucking my throat. He slams his cock into my mouth and blows his load down my throat. I can feel his cum ooze down my throat and some pooling in my mouth.
“Suck it dry, slut” Ron orders. I closed my lips tightly around his cock and get every drop of cum out of his balls. I lay there wanting more.
“I am going to shower then go see my girl” Ron said. I whimpered in disappointment.

Unable to resist each other, Terry and Synthia abandoned themselves in the passion they held for each other. Terry totally devoured Synthia completely. His mouth covered every inch of her body. Her eyes, ears and throat he lavished with kisses and whispers of her beauty and fire. His hands traveled over her body in waves of endless torrents of pleasure. He caressed her breast, pinching her nipples the way he knew she liked it, and the way he loved doing it. She moaned and responded to his touch. Running his hands over her body, he felt her thighs opening allowing him more room, while her hands massaged at the muscles in his neck and shoulders.
Terry felt like her hands were pulling all of the tiredness from him. She was massaging it up out of his body, mind and spirit. She made him feel totally relaxed. With Synthia, Terry was able to let his guard down and be himself. He could tell her anything; they did everything together, and had more good times than bad. Synthia would also let him do anything to her, and she would do anything for him. She never told him no. Synthia was his RideorDie girl. She was in for the long haul with him, and she let him know it.
Synthia’s hands were working on his hardness. Stroking him firm, and doing a good job too. She liked being teased. She gently rocked her hips beneath Terry, stroking the wetness of her body along the length of his hard throbbing penis. When the head of his penis rubbed across her swollen clit, she would shudder and arch her back, prolonging the contact. Synthia loved the feel of Terry between her thighs. He was a perfect fit. Terry was a slim toned guy. He didn’t have to work out much, being that he was naturally cut and toned, like Omar Epps. And the way he made love to her was out of this world.
When Terry finally had his fill of her body she was left drained and satiated. Totally fulfilled. Terry had an amazing bedroom in his house. It had a large heavy wooden bed, that didn’t squeak or rock when they made love. Beside his bed, just leaning against the wall is a big mirror. A buddy gave it to him, as a house-warming gift. Terry being the freak that he is, put it beside his bed, and it reflected the whole length of the bed, and Synthia loved it. It was like watching a movie. Synthia would watch them in the mirror as they made love. She liked to watch Terry on top of her, with her legs held back and open, so that she could watch the length of his penis, as she felt it stroke in and out of her. Terry had a long thick stroke too.
She would watch his beautiful body as he worked out on top of her. Stroking her long and deep, his ass moving in smooth soul shaking waves. His face would always be a mask of concentration, and pleasure and need, whenever he would ride her like that. Those were the times that she knew, he had really needed her. Needed the restorative powers that he found within her body. Because it was always her name, he called out. “Oh Synthia…girl, you going to make me cum.”
Synthia loved hearing Terry when he said that. He excited her to new limits. She would watch him in the mirror watch his body as she felt him, and it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. “Look Terry. Look at us.” She would say to him. “Look how you fucking my pussy. Ohhhh Terry, look how you fucking me. Ohhhhh Terry.” Terry could never watch for long. She almost always could bring him to orgasm, when she started with the mirror. It turned her on, and Synthia turned him on.
She was beautiful and sweet and juicy and nasty, and he could never get enough. She was a pretty golden brown complexion and he was a deep dark chocolate. To see the contrast of the colors of their bodies washed in candlelight was a sight to behold. She rolled her hips beneath him, keeping her legs pulled back and open. She gave herself to him, allowing him VIP access. She had a body that begged to be loved deep, and a soul that needed to be coaxed slowly. Terry would make love to Synthia, slow and deep, which was really a tease to her, but was what she needed. When he was ready to take her over the edge though, he held on to her tight, and rode her hard and forceful, while he talked nasty things to her.
“See, you don’t fool me.” He would say to her. “I know what you need. You need some don’t you? You, need, to, be banged! DON’T, YOU?” he would say accenting every word with a snap of his hips.
She would always scream and half-heartedly try to get away, but mainly she just opened her thighs and let him ride her. She would always say, “Fuck me however it feels good to you baby.” And he would, pounding her body hard and deep. He always tried to get to the core of the fire he could feel burning inside of her. She would always lie back, and adjust her hips so that the shaft of his penis stroked the underside of her clit as he pumped in and out of her hot sweet juicy wetness. Hearing her wet sex always made his mouth water for a taste of her, and taste her he always did. Synthia would lie back and give herself to her man, with total surrender and accept his pounding until he would bring her to a screaming, body shattering orgasm.
Want part 3? Let me know. Don’t expect it before the weekend though. I hope you like reading this, because I like writing it.

First I would like to thank everyone for reading my stories. Secondly I love to get feedback on the stories I write, positive as well as negative feedback. Negative feedback tells me how I need to improve my stories; while the positive feedback informs me what the readers like about them, it also inspires me to write more stories. So please vote on the stories you read and send me some feedback. Also tell me if I should continue the story and which direction you would like it go.
I want everyone to know that this is a work of pure fiction. John Derek had only two children with his first wife, Pati Behrs. John divorced her to marry Ursula Andress, whom in this story is my mom. After he divorced Ursula he married Linda Evans, then after a six year marriage he divorced her as well. John then married Kathleen Collins (Bo Derek) and stayed married to her until his death in 1998.
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Description: This is a story about what happened one night between me and my stepmother, Bo Derek.
I still to this day can’t believe what happened between my stepmother and me. My name is John Derek Jr., my dad was John Derek and his fourth wife was Bo Derek. I was one of six children that John Derek had from his previous three marriages.
My mom was Ursula Andress, John Derek’s second wife. From what my mother tells me they never had a good marriage. It seems that my dad was a bit of a player; he supposedly had a lot of extramarital affairs.
Even though my mother knew about my dad’s indiscretions; she stayed with him trying to work out there problems for my benefit. But when my mother finally figured out that my dad wasn’t going to change, she filed for divorce.
After my parents got divorced my mother moved us far way from my dad. She bought a villa on the out skirts of Rome, Italy. This was pretty far away from my dad, since he was living at his beach house in Malibu, California.
Growing up I was an extremely lucky kid. I would spend my school year with my mom in a luxurious villa in Rome and my summers with dad where ever he was shooting a movie.
In the summer of 1972, I meet my future stepmother, Bo Derek. My dad was directing a movie in Greece called fantasies, which Bo had the leading role in. Even though she was only sixteen my dad was taken by her looks, so was I.
I was only nine years old and knew absolutely nothing about sex; but I got the biggest crush on her anyway. I spent my entire summer following her around, like a little lost puppy. Both Bo and my dad knew I had a crush on her and they thought it was sweet.
On the last day of the summer Bo took me to the beach, she told me that she needed to get a better tan for her next scene in the movie. I thought she already had a great tan; her body had a golden bronze color. Why would she need to get a better tan?
When we got down to the beach I noticed that almost every woman was topless. I could feel something strange happening to my stomach, but I didn’t know what it was.
We found a nice spot to put our stuff down and spread a blanket out on the sand. I sat down on the blanket looking up at Bo, whom was still standing. She removed the sundress she was wearing and dropped it onto the sand. There she was standing there in a tiny bikini that barely covered the nipples on her boobs.
My mouth dropped open as I was staring at her tits. Then all of a sudden she pulled her top off exposing them. She looked down at me gawking at her body and she began to laugh.
“John, stop staring at me.” Bo said breaking my trance “Look around the beach, Just about every woman is topless.”
“I know,” I responded as I turned away and began to blush.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” She told me “It’s normal for a boy to stare at a topless woman, if you didn’t I would be worried.”
“I’m not embarrassed.” I said trying to make it sound like I was cool.
Bo gave me a smile and lay down next to me on the blanket. She closed her eyes and began to relax: I on the other hand continued to admire her body. She was in great shape, not one ounce of fat on her body. She had a firm tight little ass, firm B cup tits and muscular tan legs.
I could see that she went topless before; because she had a faint hint of tan lines on her boobs. I guess that was the part of the tan she needed to work on.
After a few minutes Bo opened her eyes, sat up and looked around the beach. There weren’t too many people on the beach so it gave her a chance to get more comfortable. She rolled over onto her stomach and lowered her bikini bottom to get a tan on her ass.
“Would you do me a favor?” Bo asked.
“Of course,” I stammered staring at her ass “Whatever you want.”
“Put some lotion on my back.” she said “I don’t want to get a sun burn.”
I couldn’t believe what I was just asked to do. I would finally be able to touch this goddess’s body. So without hesitation I grabbed the suntan lotion and positioned myself over her back.
I covered both my hands with lotion and massaged it onto her back. I think I heard a sigh escaping from her lips, but I wasn’t sure. After I coated her back with lotion I moved my hands to the sides of her body. As I was putting lotion on the sides of her body, I accidentally touch her left boob.
“You can stop now.” Bo told me.
“OK,” I said as I continued to stare at her ass “I didn’t mean to touch your breast.”
“Like father, like son.” she said in an almost whispering voice as she turned her face away from me.
I didn’t know what she was talking about and I didn’t care. At the age of nine, on the last day of my summer vacation, I touched my first tit and when I get back to school everyone would know.
I never wanted that summer to end, but like all good things they do come to an end. I returned back to my mother’s villa in Rome and got ready for another school year.
I attended a very strict catholic school, where you weren’t allowed to say the word tit, along with a lot of other words. But on the first day of school I had to tell all my friends about my vacation and what had happened. I had the whole school talking about my vacation; I thought I was the coolest kid in school.
That was until my third day at school when I was called down to the principal’s office. As I entered the office I noticed my mother sitting on a chair in front of the principal’s desk. I was told to sit in the chair next to her; as I was sitting down I got a sinking feeling in my stomach.
It seems that all the bragging I did about my summer vacation made its way up to the principal.
“Is it true?” the principal asked.
The only thing I could do was admit that it was true. What could I have done, commit a mortal sin by lying to a catholic priest; I would burn in hell if I did that.
The school punishment wasn’t as bad as the punishment my mother was going to dish out. The punishment from the principal was a two week suspension from school; I had to serve as an altar boy for two masses every Sunday for a year. But the final punishment was that I was never to talk about my summer vacation again.
After the principal finished dealing out his punishment, my mother grabbed my hand and pulled me out of his office. She didn’t say a word to me all the way home, she was pissed off and I knew that I was in big trouble.
I didn’t know how much trouble I was in until we entered the house, as the front door closed behind us I felt her hand strikes the back of my head. My mother hit me so hard that I fell to the ground. As I was getting up she unleashed a verbal assault with so much profanity on me, it would have made a construction worker blush.
My mom went over to the phone. As she picked up the phone, she ordered me to go to my room and stay there. As I was going up the stairs to my room I heard my mother screaming on the phone. I guess she called my father and told him what happened.
Even after I got into my bedroom, I could hear her laying into my dad. After about twenty minutes of non coherent screaming that I heard, my mother came into my room.
My mom told me that this past summer would be the last summer I would spend with my dad and his Lolita girlfriend. I thought that she had just stabbed me in my heart, I cried for weeks after that day thinking that I would never see Bo again.
After a couple of weeks everything returned back to normal. My mother began talking to me again, I returned to school still not talking about my summer vacation and I began serving masses on Sundays. The worst part of my punishment was that I wasn’t allowed to talk or see Bo again.
The months passed by rather quickly and one day just blended into the next. One day in particular really stood out; I read in the newspaper one morning; that in the summer of 1974 my dad married Bo.
I couldn’t believe they got married; he was 30 years older than her. Bo was only 18 and my dad was 48, I had more in common with her than he did. I got so pissed off at my dad for marrying the woman of my dreams. That I would barely talk to him when he called.
Well as time passed I even forgot about my crush on my stepmother. Years just blended into one big blur, until I turned 18 in the spring of 1981. On my 18th birthday my mother’s gift was a first class airline ticket to California, so I could see my dad.
I couldn’t stop thinking about this trip; I had planned the day after my high school graduation I was going to be on the plane to California. I was so excited the night before I was going to leave that I couldn’t sleep. I was finally going to see Bo once again.
The following day my mother brought me to the airport. All the way there she kept lecturing me about how I should act with my dad and my stepmother. Like I really listen to her, it went in one ear and out the other.
My mother walked me to the gate and gave me a kiss goodbye just as I boarded the plane. As soon as my ass hit the seat on the plane I was asleep. I slept for the entire trip from Rome, Italy to Los Angeles, California. If you have never taken a trip like that, it takes over 14 hours to travel that distance, not including the refueling stop.
When the flight attendant woke me up in Los Angeles, I was fully rested and ready for some fun. As I disembarked the airplane I saw Bo as soon as I walked into the concourse.
There was Bo standing by her driver waiting for me. As I was walking towards her a feeling of lust swept through my body, I felt like I was nine years old again and seeing Bo for the first time. All the old feelings I once had for her came rushing back. She had matured into a sexy desirable woman and she looked amazing.
Bo was perfect Hollywood eye candy; in her mid-twenties, with pale blue eyes, long blond hair and a golden tan. She was wearing a white silk blouse, a white leather skirt that ended several inches above her knees and a pair of white high heel sandals I thought to myself the Goddess Athena has been magically transported from Mount Olympus to Los Angeles just for me.
“Hi, mom” I said to Bo with a laugh.
“Hi, son” Bo responded with a chuckle.
“It’s good to see you again.” I told her as I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“It’s good to see you.” She told me.
“Where’s dad?” I asked.
“He was called out of town on an emergency.” Bo said “So it’s only you and me for a couple of days.”
Even if I was writing a play, I couldn’t have dreamt up a better scenario. Me alone in the same house with a 25 year old goddess for a couple of days, does life get any better than this.
All the way home she talked my ear off, we discussed everything from politics to the movies she appeared in. She asked me if I saw the movie “10″ that she was the lead in with Dudley Moore. I told her that my mother forbid me from seeing it.
That was when the conversation became a little awkward. I told her that I was sorry for getting her and my dad in trouble with my mom. She told me to forget about it, that it happened almost a decade ago.
I felt so relieved that she forgave me for what I did to her., for the rest of the way home I was relaxed. We finally arrived home and Bo brought me to my bedroom. She told me to unpack my clothes and get ready for dinner.
As soon as Bo left my bedroom and the door closed behind her, I had my clothes stripped off. After a very long flight to California, I needed a shower badly. I was very fortunate that every bedroom in my dad’s house had its own private bath.
I climbed into the shower and closed the door. I was scrubbing my body down while fantasying about Bo; thinking about her body and what an amazing fuck she would be.
By the time my hand reached my cock, I had a throbbing erection. I wrapped one of my hands around it and I placed the other hand against the wall, to keep my balance. I began to slowly stroke my soapy cock while fantasying about Bo.
As my fantasies became more erotic, I began stroking my cock faster. Visions of Bo in different sexual positions filled my head. I felt cum rushing up the shaft of my cock and that was it. I couldn’t contain myself any longer; I grunted as I shot a thick wad of cum all over the shower wall.
After a few seconds I came back to reality and finished showering, I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I went into my bedroom to get dressed for dinner. I dressed very casual for dinner, just in a pair of jeans, tight white tee shirt and a pair of white sneakers.
I went downstairs into the living room and waited for Bo to come down. After about ten minutes of watching news programs, I heard a noise on the steps. I turned to see Bo standing at the top of the stairs with a smile on her face.
Bo was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, a black skirt that ended mid thigh and she finished off the outfit with a pair of black suede knee high boots. She wasn’t wearing any stockings, so the outfit showed off her amazingly tanned muscular legs. If I told everyone that she looked incredible, it would be an understatement.
“Are we going out for dinner?” I asked her as she walked down the stairs.
“No,” She responded “I had dinner delivered earlier”
“OK,” I said.
She grabbed my hand and walked me over to the table. When I looked over the food that was laid out I became depressed. I was hoping to see a couple of nice thick steaks and some potatoes. Instead of meat there must have been around five vegetable platters, I forgot Bo was a vegetarian.
“Are you OK?” Bo asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I told her trying to hide my disappointment.
“Let me guess.” she said “You were expecting some kind of meat.”
“Yes.” I said.
“Give it a try,” she told me” You may actually like it.”
‘”I’ll try it.” I said half heartedly.
The vegetables weren’t half bad, but by the end of the meal I still felt hungry. I helped clean off the table and bring the dishes into the kitchen. As I was helping Bo dry the dishes she told me that once we are done she would have a surprise for me.
She peak my curiosity so much that I was moving twice as fast trying to clean the dishes. Once we put everything away, she grabbed a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator and told me to get two glasses from the cabinet.
We then walked into the living room and sat on the sofa in front of the television. I poured us two glasses of wine, as she got up and inserted a video into the VCR.
On her way back to the sofa Bo grabbed the remote and clicked the play button. She picked up her glass of wine and sat on the sofa next to me.
“I hope you like the movie I chose.” Bo said as she raised a glass of wine to her lips.
“I think I will.” I said as I was admiring the sight of her tan smooth legs. She could have chosen the worst movie ever made and I wouldn’t have cared.
All of a sudden the television screen burst to life. Across the screen ran the title “10, The Directors Cut.”. Even though I wasn’t allowed to see this movie my friends saw it and told me in great detail about it. But this version of the movie was the uncut version, which had a great deal more nude and sex scenes.
The only thing I was thinking about was that I was going to see my stepmother naked. Then as the movie continued to play I was wondering why she picked this movie?
I was watching the movie so intently, that I forgot Bo was sitting right next to me. My erection began throbbing in my pants watching all these nude women in the movie; especially seeing my stepmother nude running on the beach made it throb even more.
Then the most memorable scene in the movie came on screen. It was set in a hotel room in Mexico, and featured Bo and Dudley Moore. They were smoking a joint and talking about music and what she would do to different types of music.
That was when Dudley asked her what she does to Bolero, Bo responded fuck. I started wishing that this was true and that she would play a Bolero song now.
I didn’t have to wait to long because that was exactly what she did in the movie. After she started the music, she went into the bedroom and disrobed. She then invited Dudley to join her in the bedroom. I thought my erection was going to rip through my jeans, I was so turned on.
After Dudley got naked, he climbed onto the bed in between her legs and started fucking her. Bo then rotated Dudley’s body so he was lying down on his back, while she straddled him. This gave me a great view of Bo’s tits on the screen.
Bo was watching me carefully for my reaction. My eyes were fixed on the television, a bomb could have exploded and I wouldn’t have turned away.
“How do you like it?” Bo asked.
“I like it, I think it’s hot.” I murmured. She giggled at my response because my eyes didn’t move from the scene on the television.
“Which is hotter, the movie or you?” She laughed.
“Both.” I said.
“I can tell tiger.” She stated.
She was right; my erection was pushing hard on the front of my jeans trying to force its way out. Then she snuggled up closer to me and reached down to begin rubbing my throbbing cock, I thought I was going to cum right then.
I didn’t know if it was the wine we were drinking, or if it was the movie. But I didn’t care that she was my stepmother. I had this Hollywood goddess snuggling up next to me; stroking my cock. I wanted to take her right then and there on the sofa, but I suppress my urges.
As we continued to watch the movie; I wrapped my arm around her shoulder playing with her blond hair… I was in heaven and planning on enjoying this moment for as long as it lasts.
“I wish I was that guy. But I’ve never done that.” I told Bo, as she lifted her head off my chest.
“You’ve never been with a girl before?” Bo asked me in a surprised voice.
“No.” I said as my face turned red.
“Really, you’re a virgin” She said with a wicked smile on her face.
“Yes, I am a virgin.” I said in a shy voice.
“I’ve never been with a virgin before,” Bo said.
“Do you want to be with one?” I asked in a begging voice as I looked into her eyes.
Bo was looking me over up and down. She had to admit that I had matured into a good looking guy. I stood a foot taller than her, I was 6′ 4″, 230 lbs., muscular build, waive brown hair and green eyes.
Bo didn’t say a word; she took my hand and placed it on her thigh. I felt my cock begin to get harder, this was the furthest that I had ever gotten with a woman. Only in my wildest dreams I thought it would be with my stepmother.
Bo moved her face up to mine and gave me a kiss. As her lips touched mine, my cock became fully erect and started to shoot cum in my underwear. As I was cumming in my underwear I began trembling, Bo knew that there was something wrong and stopped kissing me.
“Are you OK?” Bo asked me in a concerned tone.
“No.” I said as my face turned bright red “I just had an orgasm in my pants.”
“Don’t be embarrassed” She said with a smile on her face, she grabbed my hand and started to squeeze it “It happens”

Mike Kerr’s grades had been dropping and he was starting to get worried. It wasn’t as if it was every subject that he was falling behind in; chemistry, politics, psychology and geology were all fine. It was just English where he was having problems. He new the reason: the Bitch Madison, also known as Mrs. Ann Madison, English lecturer and full time flirt!
There wasn’t anything particularly special about the Mrs. Madison apart from the fact that she was slightly younger than most of the other female lecturers, she was a flaming red-head with a nice trim figure and that she just happened to be married to the Principal Mr. Dean Madison. But every time Mike took one her lectures the words seemed to flow right over his head. He was transfixed by the older woman and all he could think about while she rambled on was how he would like to see his cock sliding in and out of her cute little mouth! But Ann Madison was a mature woman and looked upon Mike as simply another student. This angered and frustrated him and the fact that the Bitch Madison seemed to be sleeping with half the male lecturers at the college didn’t help at all!
Now Mike was very worried. His last batch of English assignment results were bad enough to put him in danger of failing altogether. Nothing was making much sense to him. Every time he saw Mrs. Madison he became confused, frustrated and not a little horny. There seemed only one course of action left open to him; he would have to face her.
Steeling his nerve and doing the best he could to conceal a growing erection at the thought of seeing the object of his lustful desire, Mike made his way towards Mrs. Madison’s private office. The sun was warm on his back as he walked the outside length of the old, character-filled building that housed the English department and his heart beat just a little faster as he passed by the window let into Madison’s private office. He stopped. Confused for a moment at seeing the blinds almost completely drawn - it was a warm summers day and most of the offices had their windows thrown open to allow the late afternoon sun access to their dim, stuffy interiors. His heart sank. Maybe she had already left for the day.
Pressing his nose to the glass, Mike was just able to see into the dimly lit room. What he saw shouldn’t have really surprised him - knowing the reputation that Mrs. Madison had obtained - but the sight of his English lecturer on her knees wearing only her blouse and with a hard penis in her mouth, still made Mike’s mind reel.
Shocked by what he had seen, Mike stepped back from the window. He looked around him and realised that nobody else was around to see what he had seen. He rubbed the light stubble on his chin surprised to find that he was sweating slightly. His mouth felt dry as he once again returned to the window. He was careful to keep out of sight this time. The cock that was now being so unceremoniously stuffed into Mrs. Madison’s mouth belonged to Mr. Davis, one of the PT lecturers. He was built well, Mike realised; tall and strong, and as he stood there, hands on hips and with a satisfied smirk on his face, Mike watched his cock explode and a stream of thick cum pour out over Madison’s face.
Mike stood back again. His mind was working overtime now. Blackmail was an ugly word, but if it helped him get his English grades back on track then it would be well worth it. He rounded the corner of the building at a sprint and entered the main doors. He stood back against the wall and waited. He had a perfect view of Mrs. Madisons office door from his position. A plan had already formulated in his mind and he didn’t have long to wait before he could put the scheme into action.
“Mmmm…that was nice, lover!” the Bitch Madison said as she let Mr. Davis out of her
office.
Mr Davis leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Mike watched him grin and reach round to pat the English lecturer on her ass. The couple kissed again briefly before Davis made his way quickly down the corridor and Mrs. Madison slipped back inside her office and closed the door.
Mike held his breath for a moment, plucking up the necessary courage to carry through with his plan. He walked over to the door and knocked firmly.
“What? Did you forget some……..oh, Mike, what are you doing here?”
“Hello Mrs. Madison!” Mike smiled warmly.
“Er….hello Mike…er…sorry I thought you were someone else.” She bent her head down the corridor to see if there was anyone else there. “What do you want Mike? I’m a little busy!” she continued. He voice sounded a little strained to Mike.
“I was hoping that you could help me with my last assignment, Mrs. Madison.”
“Oh, Mike, can’t it wait? I’m rather tired.”
Mike shot her a devilish grin and said, “yes, and I expect Mr. Davis is a little tired too!”
Mrs. Madison’s face suddenly changed colour. She flushed brightly. “What do you mean, Mike?”
Mike realised that the point of no return had arrived. If he told the attractive lecturer what he had seen then their lecturer/student relationship would change forever, but if he didn’t, then his grades would likely keep falling. He didn’t want to risk getting kicked out of college!
“I saw you!” he blurted out. “Both of you…together!”
“I see…well, what I do in my personal life is really none of your…..”
“I want better grades!” Mike stated emphatically cutting Madison off in mid sentence.
“Mike, you know I can’t do…..”
“You always mark me down!” Mike interrupted again. “If you don’t give me better grades I’ll tell Principal Madison what I saw!”
The English lecturer stood her ground. She looked directly at Mike and a sly grin started to spread over her face.
“As I was saying, I can’t do that, Mike. But I see you have me at a disadvantage. Maybe there’s something else I could offer you in exchange for your silence?”
For a moment Mike stood confused again. The Bitch Madison was smiling at him. This wasn’t supposed to happen. When she realised that she had been discovered, she was supposed to cry or something and promise him all the good grades that he wanted. This turn of events Mike was totally unprepared for.
“What do you mean?”
Mike heard his own voice and hardly recognised the thin, reedy tone. He watched his lecturer continue to smile at him as she dropped to her knees in front of him.
“You are a young man, Mike,” she whispered. Her fingers touched his belt buckle. “Maybe I could tempt you to some of what Mr. Davis just had?”
Mike’s heart was in his mouth as he looked down at Ann Madison. Slowly she unbuttoned the front of her white blouse. He could see the tanned slopes of her braless breasts and felt his erection jolt.
Before Mike could utter a reply, the lecturer had her blouse wide open and was back working on his belt. He stood transfixed as he watched her work. His legs trembled a little and he caught his breath as she opened his pants and pulled out his throbbing dick.
“Ohhh…” she cooed as her fingers slid sensuously over the bulbous head, “what a nice, hard young cock! Just right for sucking!”
Mike gasped as the older woman opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside. She felt warm and wet and as her tongue swirled so expertly over the sensitive underside, she slid her hand into his shorts and cupped his heavy balls. He sighed contentedly; Mike had been treated to the odd blow job before but none of the younger girls could compare with this. Ann Madison was good, she was experienced and she was lavishing all her attention on him. All thoughts of grades quickly vanished from Mike’s mind as he closed his eyes and luxuriated in the wonderful sensations.
Ann Madison smiled to herself as she began to bob her head up and down on her young students stiff erection. She loved to give head. In fact she loved everything and anything about sex. Her fingers lightly caressed his balls and she delighted in how her actions caused his tool to throb and twitch in her mouth. She used her tongue to lap slowly along his shaft and she nibbled lightly at his bunched foreskin.
“Do you like my tits?” Ann suddenly asked as she, reluctantly, removed the thick cock from between her lips.
Mike looked down again. His lecturer’s blouse was hanging wide open and her could see her breasts heave gently with each breath. The nipples looked hard and firm and he longed to touch them. As if reading his mind, he felt Ann’s hand cover his and guide it gently down to the large, warm globe of flesh.
Immediately Mike touched Ann’s nipple he heard her groan deeply. The wrinkled little bud pulsated between his fingers as he rolled it gently. The glorious sensation once again filled his mind as she took his rigid member back into her hot mouth and continued sucking him. Every time Ann sucked deeply on his cock, Mike squeezed her nipple a little harder. This went on for about three or four minutes until Mike could feel his cock at the entrance to her throat.
With a slight adjustment of her head, Ann Madison swallowed and took the hard, young weapon deep into her throat. She heard the lad almost whimper above her and felt his balls tense up in her fingers. She knew that there was only a second or two before he would cum and she didn’t want to miss a drop.
“Cum on my tits, Mike!” she gasped as she let the hard meat slide out of her throat and over her lips.
Ann cupped her breasts in her hands as Mike’s cock began to spew out the contents of his balls. The thick cum jetted in huge torrents from the tip of his weapon and splashed onto her hot skin. The young man was gasping for breath as he emptied himself and Ann worked his cock over her nipples to ensure every last drop had been drained.
Ann thought that her task was now complete. She assumed that Mike, along with a few other students that had received the pleasure of her oral attentions, would simply pack up his stuff, zip up his pants and be happy with what he’d received.
But this wasn’t Mike’s style. He could see what his lecturer was thinking, but he wasn’t finished. He knew that within a few minutes he would be hard again. With a deft movement he sank to the floor and pulled the older woman down with him.
“What are you doing?” Ann giggled. She was actually quite pleasantly surprised that Mike was so keen to continue.
Mike smiled and pulled the rest of Ann’s blouse from her shoulders baring her cum-stained tits completely.
“I’m going to strip you!”
“Ohhhh….that sounds like fun!” Ann replied.
Ann