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Picnic, First Day

sokay on Sex Stories

It was about evening 4'O Clock when me and my my neighbourhood family boarded the car.The neighbourhood family was known by me for about 5 years.They had two daughters.One was kane and other was Hailey.Both were born with two years gap. The eldest was 17 years old.

We reached the picnic spot at 8'O clock. It was very far from our residence.Then we ate at the campfire and then we began to talk. Due to the relationship of five years i talked to them with ease like there were my family.Then we decided to sleep.I told i would go for a walk around the picnic spot. It was a forest. I began to walk into the forest then i discovered a small river. I began to undress myself and i stood with an underwear later. Then i dipped myself and swam in it. It was summer and i felt very cold to bath

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in that water. After five minutes, then a woman came. I saw and recognized as her the mother of the daughters i described. She came and asked "Taking a bath are you?"

"Yes", i told and added "come and join"

She began to undress and stood with a bra which covered her bulging breasts and a small underwear which showed her perfect round ass. I admired her body and though she was old she was perfect for a sex.She was only 37 years old

She came and then began to swim with me.

After some time i came out to the bank of the river and stood. She turned me on and i could'nt hide my large penis.

Ahe saw it and then came out and asked whether she could do a blow job.I said ok and she took my cock in her hand and inserted into her mouth and began sucking it while i began to rub her breasts and rubbed her her ass which was perfect round.

After about three minutes i cummed on her. she whiped it and began to walk. I wanted to insert my penis inside her pussy which was shaven which i could see from her semi transperant underwear. I grabbed her and pushed into the the grasss.

I undressed her fully while she half heartedely resisted.

"Do not do that, i just wanted to have your cock in my mouth, not in pussy, hey"

She shouted while i inserted the penis inside her vagina. It was easy because she was old and i began to pump my cock inside.

And i grabbed her breasts and rubbed it.

She moaned and then she reached orgasm and cummed hich lubricated my penis and after about a minute i reached my orgasm.

"Do not cum inside me"she said.

But i wanted to doit then suddenly took out pumped inside her asshole which grippened my cock tightly and within a minute i cummed inside her asshole.I was glad i cummed inside the other hole which i wished.

When i took out my semen began to run down her legs and she cleaned herself and said "Had fun, huh?"

"Yes" i told and i and began to suck her large round breasts and within two minutes of sucking i again reached orgasm and cummed all on her breasts which she had to clean again. Then we began to walk towards the picnic spot.

One of her daughters and her husband slept. The other daughter asked "why it was  late?"

Her mother told that finding me was very 'hard'

And i entered my camp bed and slept

 

How I raped my little sister!

Man_Wonder on Forced Stories

My sister Kay was 13 and just blossomed. She now had big breasts and a tight ass. This unsual but I had a craving for her. So one day she was tanning on the deck our parents were at work it was summer. I got my trunks on and grabbed the peices of rope and duct tape I had bought. She was on her stomach. So I quietly snuck up then I grabbed her from behind and flipped her on her her back and then sat on her.

"Steven what are you doing?" she shouted. I put the duct tape across her mouth. I turned her back on her stomach tying her wrists and elbows behind her. Then I tyed her ankles. I picked her up and carried her inside. I set her on the couch. I said " Listen you are one hot babe if you say a word to mom or dad i will come in your room and slit your neck. I took her

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top off cutting it since her wrists were tyed. My cock was about to burst. I played with her tits. I sucked on one and with my other hand massaged the other one. When I twisted it whe sqealed. I took off her bottoms staring at her wet pussy.I started at her neck all the way down. I didn't know what to do next so I turned on a pron movie to give me ideas. I cradled her in my arms while watching. Kissing her neck. I turned it off. I untied her feet. "I'm gonna take the gag off scream and i'll hurt you." She nodded.I took the gag. " Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. I said "Because your one hot bitch and i wanna have the first piece."

I put her on her knees. Took my trunks off and said"suck" while i realaxed. She pretty good for her first time.After 5 minutes i dragged her up by her hair. She whimpered. I layed her on her on top off and took off her restraints she wasn't gonna do   anything now. " Ready to be fucked. I guided my cock to her tight pussy. Instead of doing it slowly i put my whole cock in she screamed.She tried pushing me away but i held her hands back fucking her hardcore. She  was going to cum. A second later it happened her cum shot on my cock. I took out my cock and had her lick off her own cum. Then I put my cock back in her pussy. I held her hands back again going as fast as i could i fucked her until she bled. then i took out my cock and got dressed. I cradled her in my arms playing with her breast she asked" ARe you going to do it again i mean rape me?" " Yes but it'll be another day and my friends will join to!" he answered she struggled.

Part 2- Captive coming soon

Husband's whore

SWEETCHEEKSSWEETSTUFF on Wife Stories


 
it all started a few years ago when my husband decided he
wanted to share me with his friends... & GET PAID FOR
IT!! at first i said no and even cried alittle, even though
he begged me please show Blake what I could do. It was the
first time after almost 8 years of marriage that this kind
of thing came up. I had to be pretty messed up to even think
about being a whore for my husband!!
Well, they got me pretty messed up. I remember sucking and
licking, dirty talk, sex toys, 2 men & me... Wanna hear
something terrible? I LOVED IT!! Needless to say I still
make a damn good whore for my husband. See unlike many many
women, I will do ANYTHING a man wants done or whatever his
desire is I'll fulfill it
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. Swallow, anal, role-playing
rape, whatever. I am very trisexual... I'll try anything
once.
Guess i have about 8 regular clients (so to speak)-- I don't
always charge money either. There's other ways to
pay. I never dreamed of being a whore for my man's friends--
did wanna be a porn star though. yep, I love being "my
husband's whore".....

rahzoon_iman on Forced Stories

 

This happend few years back when i was in my class 9th i had a friend who was elder to me by one year he stayed near my house on the way to school and way back we would discuss about sex a lot since he stayed near my house always we were playing together , i was very intrested knowing more about sex which he would tell me always . one day my perents decided to go to native for 3 days i finished my school & returned home, i went out for playing while returning i told my friend that my perents were out for 3 days i requested him to sleep till my pere

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nts returned for which i had take his mom permition which i did he finished his dinner & came home at 9 he had bought a sex book with him and we started discussing about sex for a long time as we were discussing he started ragging me saying i was still a kid and not matured i got sad and asked how was he sure that i was not matured ? then he told me raggingly if i would be matured i should be having pubic hairs i got irritated i told him that i have pubic hair then he started smiling and said guys get matured at 15 and not at 14yrs i replied back to him saying i was matured we got into an arguement for quite some time then he asked me to show it for which i felt very shy and scared i replied i cant do that he started ragging me again saying i was still a kid i got irritated and told him that i will show my pubic hairs for which he aggried i pulled my shorts a bit & showed him from far he started saying those were the threds of bedsheets not the hairs then i asked him how i could prove him that i was matured ? he told me that he would like to touchh my hairs i told him no as i was very scared he assured me by saying that he will not tell it any of our friends and he is not going to see anything only by switching off the lights he would like to touch it . I got convinsed by what he said more over i wanted him to know that i was matured i aggried he switched off the lights and came to my bed by that time i was very anxious he put his hands slooowly inside my shorts insted of touching my hairs he started to touch my Dick i felt somewhat he started to pull my shorts down i held his hands and requested him not to do that but he promised me that he will not tell it anyone & assure me of great pleasure for which i aggried he took off my shorts and the inner wear held my dick and started stroking it by that time i had really gone mad by that time he took off his dress he insisted i touch his dick which i did and felt comfertable then he requested me to take his dick in the mouth and suck it which i did he requested me to do it much more faster which i did after doing it for some time he said he like to fuck me for which i got shocked and curious and asked him how he asked me to position face towards the bed and sleep which i did he switched on the lights & started saying my ass was really cute & he toook some oil applied it to my hole i went cranzy when he touched my hole then he put his finger in my hole started to open my hole i was enjoying he switched the lights off & he kept his near my hole & started to push it inn i could not control the pain as it enterd inn i told him that i cant take it any more but he was in no state to listen he applied some more oill asked me lift my ass position a bit which i did i could feel his half dick had gone in my hole he was enjoying and was in a reathem he fucked me for 6 minuted and then he released in my hole we slept the whole night together . then we were waiting for every night the last night before my perents came home he fucked me for 3 times and it was amazing funnnn

Texas Heat - part 2

smk on Incest Stories

 

Part 2

 

  The trailer turned out to be surprisingly cozy, with a rather large sleeping compartment that held a queen sized mattress.   Jen and Michelle lugged pillows, sheets, and comforters from the house to the compartment, then said their goodnights and retreated to the trailer.

As they made the bed, Jen grumped to Michelle, “Is it always this hot here?”

“You’ll get used to it,” Michelle laughed.

“Not fucking likely,” Jen sighed.  “Where I grew up, 75 degrees is considered a heat wave

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.”

After making the final adjustments to their bed, Michelle excused herself to the small bathroom to change.  After she returned wearing a powder blue nightgown, Jen took her turn, changing into a white cotton nightshirt that reached to the middle of her thighs.   She left off her panties as the nightshirt was all she could stand to wear in the stifling heat without feeling that she was going to sweat herself dry.

When she exited the bathroom, Jen was surprised to find that Michelle had turned out the lights. 

“Michelle?” she asked anxiously, worrying that the other girl had left her by herself in the darkened trailer.

“I’m here,” Michelle answered, her voice slightly husky.

“Oh, good.  I thought you had left me here alone in the dark.  It’s kind of spooky in here with the lights off.”

“I wouldn’t do that.  I like you.  Come to bed.”

Jen walked the short distance to the bed and crawled in, accidentally brushing against Michelle’s smooth, bare thigh in the process.

“Oh, sorry,” She said.

“Don’t apologize,” Michelle said, “I don’t mind if you touch me.”

Jen propped herself against the headboard of the bed. 

“So, do you wanna talk?”

“Mmm, about what?”

“I don’t know… do you know any hot guys?”

Michelle giggled and sat up in bed.  As she did, Jen noticed that she had opened the top few buttons of her nightgown, and she could see one of Michelle’s perfectly rounded breasts, the nipple hard and erect.  She blushed and quickly looked away.

“No, I don’t know any hot guys,” Michelle answered, “and not many girls as hot as you.”

Jen jumped as Michelle placed a hand on her bare thigh. 

“I—I’m not really into girls,” Jen stammered as Michelle’s hand gently caressed her thigh. 

“You looked pretty into me earlier,” Michelle whispered, her lips an inch from Jen’s ear.

Jen found herself trembling under Michelle’s hand as it moved slowly and softly down to her knee, then back up to just below the hem of her nightshirt, then down again.

“I was just kind of jealous of you.  You have such a nice body.  I wasn’t checking you out or anything.”

“That’s alright,” Michelle giggled softly, “I was kind of jealous of you too.  But you’re such a nice person that I knew I had to have you.”

Jen gasped as Michelle’s hand slid up under her shirt to cup her mound, and she shivered as delicate fingers ran through her soft, golden pussy hair.  Michelle’s lips tenderly brushed against Jen’s ear as she drew closer.

“Do you like that?”

Jen’s heart raced as Michelle’s fingers gently spread her lips and found her clitoris.  Softly and slowly they began teasing at her.  Unable to stop panting long enough to say the word, she merely nodded.

With her other hand, Michelle gently pulled Jen down onto the bed, slipped her arm around her neck, and drew her close into an embrace.  Jen could feel Michelle’s heart racing just as fast as her own, could feel Michelle’s nipples pressed against her own breasts.  Unsure of what to do with her hands, she put them around Michelle and hugged her closer.

“Leave some room for my hand,” Michelle giggled as Jen pulled herself against her body.  “I don’t have a dick.”

Jen giggled nervously as she pulled back a little, but instead of fingering her pussy again, Michelle put her hand on Jen’s arm.

“You can touch me, too,” Michelle whispered as she guided Jen’s hand under her nightgown and down between her legs. 

Jen gasped.  Michelle’s mound was completely smooth, and she could feel the slippery moisture that leaked from her pussy and mingled with her sweat.  Michelle guided her fingers as she explored, caressing the smooth, soft lips, gently teasing them open to find the small, hard clit.

 

Michelle cooed as Jen played with her pussy, and slipped her fingers back between Jen’s legs.  They stayed like that for a while, just teasing and touching, until Jen felt the waves of pleasure grow, each larger and faster than the last.  As Jen came, Michelle’s fingers became more urgent, pressing more firmly against her clit, moving faster and faster as she thrust her hips to the rhythm of her orgasm.  Jen pressed her face hard against Michelle’s neck to keep from crying out until finally the waves stopped coming.

 

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End of Part 2

More to come...?

Forever a Slut

tgjrevo9 on Wife Stories

Britney has been a tramp ever since junior high. Ever since she sucked off the most popular boy in school she knew she wanted to be the girl anyone could come to for sexual pleasure. By her sophomore of highschool she was known as a slut but never denied the accusations, she loved it! Almost anything you could imagine a slut doing in highschool, she did, flashing the class, blowing Chris in the back of the room, being fingered by Steven under the desk, she even took cock from the quarterback in the men's restroom. Her parents soon found out but it wasn't much to their surprise as Britney's mom was a whore also. The whole family knew she slept with several different men besides dad throughout the course of a year while dad was gone. She received her highschool diploma, barely. Actua

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lly the class she almost failed only worked out because she bopped the teacher afterschool one day for a passing grade. Her dad, being the quite wealthy man he was decided to send his daughter to college as she wanted to go.

He arrival upon the campus, was soon to yet again earn her the reputation of "the whore" or "the slut", she was used to these names now and could not imagine going by any other title or name, well besides Britney. Buy this time Britney was a full grown women. 19 years old, slim but thick, 5'6'', brown flowing hair, cute dimples on a sexy smile, C-cups, and a tight ass that she left open for anyone. She slept with numerous guys on and off campus. She was seen fucking one guy in the stands a football game. While other students noticed her behind the bar sucking up the bartender.

She was also known as quite an exhibitionist. She could be seen at school, wearing no panties or walking around without a bra on. She actually tried out for the cheerleading squad without any panties on. She revealed her well-fucked cunt to all the judges and other cheerleaders. All the guys, and the dykes, were turned on by the site of her pink cunt flying through the as she did a high kick or a cartwheel. But she did not make the team, due to some of the head cheerleaders knowing she was the biggest whore on campus.

She walked to class one day, when she was approached by a handsome, 6', musclular guy.

"Wow! Your beautiful. Hi, my name is Brian." He said flirtingly.

She turned around and stirred up the sexiest smile she could muster and said, "Hey cutie. I'm Britney!"

"I've heard about you around and well, your quite the tease." he said as he chuckled.

She smiled and said "Yeah, I know, I can't help myself." She whispered as she giggled.

"Hey what class you headed to, I'll walk you there." Brian said in a nervous voice.

"Um, Mr. Roger's class."

"Ok, I'm going there too. Wow that's wierd. I've never noticed you there before."

"Me either." she said confused, turning her puzzled face into a smile, "Well I'll notice you now."

They both began to walk to the room as they kept up the small talk. Brian sat across the room from Britney, which is why they never noticed eachother. Britney threw a sexy wave Brian's way, making him smile with a slight wave back. She made sure nobody else was looking at her (not that she cared if anyone else saw, but she wanted it to be special for Brian, so she only wanted him to see what she was about to do), she pulled down the top of her blouse and revealed her pink nipple to Brian. Brian's jaw dropped as he smiled and blushed. She then lifted her skirt and revealed a semi-wet cunt to Brian. By this time Brian had a mound in his pants. Knowing this made Britney even more wet. Britney continued to tease Brian throughout the remainder of the class. She grew more wet and he grew in his pants as they thought about screwing eachother. At the end of class Britney got up from her seat and look down and noticed a puddle of her cunt sauce still on the seat. Leaving it there to dry made her horny causing her nipples to stiffen. She met Brian outside of the room. Seeing Brian walk up to her from inside the class made her even more wet knowing that she had just met him and she already got him hard. As Brian walked to her he said,

"Well I see you are not shy at all."

All she could do is bluff and giggle.

"Hey listen," he said in a rush, "there is a frat party tonight, your welcome to come, our parties are always fun. Believe me!"

She nodded in aggreement and they exchanged information.

She went back to her dorm where she had been with several men in the past week. She looked at her bed and she saw a big wet spot where she had leaked like a water hose. But all she could think about was teasing Brian in class and riding his juicy little friend. She stuck her finger in her mouth and slowly worked her horny hand down to her crotch, she then remembered she was going to a party tonight and that she should save all of her energy for the guys there. She then began to focuse on what she would wear. She searched through her clothes for something totally sexy that would make all the men want her. She glanced over at her dirty clothes hamper and saw a stained pair of panties. She remembered that they were from last night when she fucked a guy in the parking lot of a bar. He came deep in her pussy and as she headed home, his cum dripped down into her panties, which she hardly ever wore. She picked up the panties, and being the cum slut she is, she licked the dry cum from the panties. She moaned as she did it and licked and sucked until the crotch of her panties were soaked. She threw them back in the basket and refocused on what she would wear tonight. She quickly picked out a black squirt that fit her like spandex and barely covered where her butt cheek meets her thigh. So any kind of bending over, forward or back, would reveal her whore whole to the party. She pulled out a spaghetti strapped shirt to go with it and a pair of slutty 5" heels.

She headed over to where she was told the party was. From outside she heard music, yelling, and splashing from the pool out back. She walked in and was quickly greeted by Brian which eased her nerves since she was walking into a house where she knew nobody. Brian asked if she wanted a drink and she said "sure I'll take a beer." Britney loved to drink but her sex was never related to drinking as many girls said that being drunk caused them to fuck. She knew she was fucking because that was what she was made for, all she wanted to do in life was fuck and she learned that early on. Anyway, Britney and Brian walked around together scoping out the party they looked to the right and saw 2 girls kissing and they looked to the left and saw a girl blowing one of Brian's friends in the corner of the room. Seeing both these sights all in the same amount of time almost made Britney fall to her knees in pleasure. Due to the akwardness Brian quickly said

"Wanna go for a swim?"

Britney shook her head and replied, "No, to tell you the truth, I want some dick, can I suck you?"

After what happened in class Brian knew she wasn't kidding. At first he hesitated but then he saw his friend getting his and quickly unzipped his pants. Britney quickly put down her beer and was ready to start her night of slutty fun. She went straight to her knees like she had been doing this for years (which she had), and she opened her lips without hesitation and licked Brian's shaft and worked her tongue up to his head. She put her lips around his now fully hard cock which reached a lovely 8 inches. Even though Britney was never really big on size, she just wanted to suck, fuck, and get cum inside of her either from her throat or through her snatch. She continued to fondled Brians member with her mouth as he moaned, "oh fuck yesssss, oh shit." She knew she was doing her duty.

"Hell Yeah Brian! Get it!" they both heard come from a drunk voice as they turned around to the person

Brian greeted his friend Kyle, as Britney returned her mouth to its rightful place.

Britney was overwhelmed with pleasure. She was sucking on a guy she met earlier that day, while he was talking to his friend, a person she didn't know, in a house full of people she didn't know. She felt the sluttiest she had ever felt to date.

Brian, in a hesitant voice said, "Um Britney this is my friend Jeff you don't mind if..."

No sooner that he could finish the sentence, she knew what he was getting at she unzipped his fly and pulled out his meat as Kyle positioned himself next to his friend on the wall. Britney could only picture the image in her head. On her knees sucking two men, she had just met, one she knew less than 20 seconds.

Britney stood up and whispered something to Brian as she still worked both boners in each hand. She knelt back down to continue sucking the guys and Brian began to call over a friend as he walked by.

"Hey Will!" he said, "get in that shit." as he pointed at Britney's ass.

Will was confused as one the request caught him offgaurd, and two he did not know the girl.

"She said it's cool." blurted Brian.

"C'mon, I'm a slut." Britney said, "I dont care who is in me, as long as I get someone in there." she smiled and turned back around to leave Will to make and decision and finish what she was doing up top.

Will arched her back, which caused her skirt to rise, which revieled her drenched slit to the whole party. Now a small crowd had gathered as she blew two guys, and one was fingering her pussy. Her snatch smacked and dripped as she grew wetter and wetter, by the moment. Will continued to finger her as he said "Do i need a condom sweetie?"

"NO!" she blurted as she took her mouth from Brians spit covered cock. "You better not. It takes out the feeling."

"OK. I wont whore. Calm down."

He slid his dick into her wet whole as Brians said "Shit Britney, I'm bout to come where do you want it?"

She just kept sucking as he shot it in her mouth and she swallowed every drop. Seeing this made Kyle come to an orgasm quick as he shot in her mouth just as she finished swallowing Brian. She swallowed Kyle also with glee. She then focused on fucking Will who was banging her pussy. Now when Britney has sex she is consumed by it almost as if it is demon taking over her spirit. She began to talk dirty to Will.

"Come on you little fuck. Bang my sweet little snatch. Make me cum you bastard."

Hearing her moan and utter these words made Will cum quick, they came at the same time. Britney drained all over the floor and Kyle's dick was forced out of her as he came so he shot his load right into her puddle. As she tremble she noticed his cum was not inside her so she got on all fours and sucked the mixed cum and pussy juice from the floor. She didn't care how dirty the floor was she was going to get her cum. She would suck cum from almost anywhere and anything.

Seeing this made all of the men happy, horny and ready to fuck. They all trained behind her and one after another they reamed her pussy and deposited their white stuff into her like she had a label on her head that said "Cum Receptical". She came again and again before the night was over. She dripped cum all the way home. Out the front door, in her car seat was a puddle, and up into her dorm. When she got back home layed in her bed exhausted. Pussy red and sore from all the men she had tonight, she knew it had to have been atleast 25 men. She thought about getting in the shower and washing her used body. But she felt like a true slut and decided to let her body suck up the cum. She dug her finger into her sore twat and pulled it out. It was covered in a layer of thick cum. She sucked it off of her finger. She dug all of the cum she could from in her pussy and licked it all down. She felt like she had just done this world a favor. She felt like true woman at heart. She allowed men to use and abuse her. Most of them she would never see again. To them she was just a whore they fucked and came in. Britney steady take birth control due to her wild life style so she never worried about getting pregnant. Tonight was the most men she had ever been with, and she felt wonderful. Like she had fulfilled a goal she had been waiting to fulfill for years. She went on to experience a lifetime full of slutty adventures.

The End.

 

 

******* This was my first story, but I will be glad to write more, depending on the comments.

The Devil Inside...

Johnny_The_Fox on Cheating Stories

The Devil Inside… Today is Saturday and it is the 28th birthday of my very good friend and colleague, Melanie. We’ve arranged a surprise party for her on her best friend, Dana’s farm. Mel lives around the corner from me and, seeing that we work for the same company, I offered her a regular ride to work and back, an offer which she and her husband gladly accepted. The ‘arrangement’ by the staff for today is that I extend our ride back home after work out of town onto the farm roads where I would give her a bit of a ‘scare’. Afterwards I’m supposed to take her to Dana’s place for the surprise party. Mel is a beautiful woman in all respects. She has shoulder length auburn hair, complemented by her striking emerald green eyes. The fin
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e spray of freckles on her nose is the final proof that her hair color does not come from a bottle. This is a redhead in the true sense of the word! She is reasonably tall with legs that seem to go on for ever. Her regular visits to the gym are reflected in her flat tummy and firm butt and boobs. Her boobs are perfect. Not too big, I’d say about a 34C. For a married woman with two kids she is in exceptionally good shape. The cherry on top of this fine package is her bubbly personality. She is always full of energy, always ready with a joke, albeit somewhat below the belt most of the time. She is by far the most popular member of our staff and not only among the men. Our offices close at noon on Saturdays and as we drive home, I decide to make the first move. ‘What are you going to do when you get home?’ I ask. ‘Oh, not much. John won’t be home for lunch. He’s working in his lunch hour. He says he’s got a surprise planned for me for this evening.’ she replies. ‘Great! Then you won’t object if I kidnap you for a while?’ ‘Kidnap...? What do you mean?’ she asks. ‘Oh, it’s such a beautiful day and I have some time to kill. I was thinking of going for a drive along the river. Care to join me?’ I invite her. ‘Sounds great! I might as well. John’s mom is at home looking after the kids, so that won’t be a problem. As long as we don’t get back too late.’ she accepts. ‘We won’t be long.’ I promise. Mel and I have been good friends for years, but there is a mutual attraction that reaches way beyond mere friendship. We have kept it reasonably under control. A hug here and a kiss there was nothing out of the ordinary, although the kisses were never really more than a quick peck on the lips. But then there were the exceptions where the hugs and kisses led to a situation where my hand ended up inside her blouse or bra without her protesting too much. I never tried to go further than that, mainly because I did not want to jeopardize our friendship. Whether she would ever allow me to go further is another question. Women can be strange beings. For some a squeeze of a boob is regarded as the equivalent of a pat on the butt, but it does not necessary mean she’s ready to hop into the sack with you. Others just about cry rape if you dare touch their boobs on the first date! Mel has a thing for sexy bra’s and has a wide collection, from half cups to the sheerest see-thru ones. I get to see them almost on a daily basis. She has no problem with me sneaking a peek or even copping a feel now and then. In fact, I have explored every square inch of those boobs on several occasions, yet I have never seen them in their naked glory. That is the only remaining no-no as far as her boobs are concerned. Regrettably, other than feeling up that firm sexy behind of hers, nothing much has happened. I have never even had a glimpse of her panties. Mel always insists that John, her husband, was her first sexual experience and that she has never been with another man. When I tease her about her inexperience, she assures me that he satisfies her every need and that she never felt the need to be with another man. I am always quick to tell her that this makes no sense to me at all. Let us say you have ice cream for the first time in you life and it is strawberry flavor. Can you possibly enjoy it so much that you are quite happy to have strawberry ice cream for the rest of your life without wondering what chocolate or vanilla tastes like? I think not! How can she be so sure that her husband is the perfect lover without having anything to compare him to? We drive out of town, chatting about this and that. She appears very relaxed and I decide it is time for the next move. ‘Do you know how long I’ve waited for an opportunity to be alone with you?’ I ask and place my hand on her thigh. ‘Yeah, right…’ she replies with a smile. I get the impression that she thinks that we are headed for Dana’s farm. One thing I can say for this woman – she’s not stupid! I keep teasing her without much success until we reach the turn-off to Dana. I drive past it. For the first time there is a reaction. She becomes quieter, a tinge of uncertainty showing in those green eyes. ‘Where are you going..?’ she asks. ‘Like I said – today is our day!’ I tease. “I have discovered this very private spot. You’ll love it. Nobody will ever know we’re there. So you’re all mine for the rest of the afternoon!’ ‘Tell you what. Let’s go and visit Dana, OK?’ she tries to save the situation. She is now visibly worried. ‘And allow this great opportunity to pass me by? You must be joking!’ I lay it on quite thick. The idea is, after all, to scare her, not to seduce her. ‘Please… I’m dying for a cup of coffee.’ she pleads ‘Maybe on the way back, if you’re good. Now just relax. Don’t look so worried. You’re going to love it. I promise.’ I deliberately say all the wrong things and it has the desired effect. She is now really worried and for the first time since I’ve known her, she looks flustered. I can tell that she has no idea how to handle the situation. Then I notice an abandoned quarry along the side of the road. Perfect! I turn off and drive into the crater left by the road workers. ‘What do you think? All the privacy in the world! Isn’t it just perfect?’ I tease. She stares blankly at the heap of gravel in front of the car. ‘Great view! Very romantic setting. I must admit, you’ve got style!’ she mumbles and moves as far away from me as possible. ‘Well, what are we waiting for? Come and give me a hug.’ I say. She glares at me. ‘No!’ she says firmly ‘Come on. Don’t be difficult now!’ I say and start to take off my shirt. ‘Oh, and don’t be such a prude! Feel free to take off your top.’ She stares at me in disbelief. I lean towards her and pull her towards me. She pulls away, not saying anything. I kiss her on the cheek. No reaction. I fumble with the top button of her blouse. She grabs my hand and pushes me away. ‘Never mind. No rush. We’ve got time. Let’s have a couple of toots. I’m sure that will loosen you up!’ I say as I draw a bottle of cheap brandy and some Coke with two glasses from underneath the seat. All part of the plan, of course. I open the brandy and pour some into a glass. ‘Say when.’ I say. She looks at me in absolute horror! ‘Have you lost your bloody mind?! And I thought I knew you! Is this what you really think of me?’ She is very upset, her lower lip trembling and tears in her eyes. I decide that she’s had enough. I start to laugh. ‘OK, OK! You can relax. I’m just teasing you. My ‘birthday present’ to you.’ I toss the brandy out the window. She looks at me, not knowing what to make of the situation. Then she realizes that I was just joking. Her eyes light up. ‘You little shit! I should have known. This is just not you. I was wondering what had gotten into you…’ She throws her arms around me and gives me a peck on the cheek. ‘Damn you!’ she says as she playfully hits me with her fist on the shoulder. ‘As far as I know you don’t even drink brandy. Come, let’s get out of this horrible place!’ ‘Yeah, let’s go. But I do have something to show you, not far from here. That is if you are not too scared to come with me.’ I say. ‘Nothing can be worse than what I have just been through. Come show me. I’d love to see it.’ she replies. I drive further down the road and then take a hardly noticeable turn-off into a pine forest. We drive for about two kilometers. I can see that Mel is her old self again. All is forgiven! We suddenly reach a clearing the middle of the forest next to the river. A waterfall of about eight meters high falls into a deep, crystal clear pool of water. ‘Incredible…!’ she says. I park the car. We get out and walk to the side of the pool. There we sit on a huge flat rock and enjoy the view. The fine spray of water feels cool against my skin. ‘Now I really feel like a swim. Do you mind?’ I ask ‘Of course not! Enjoy it.’ she replies. ‘What about you?’ I ask. ‘I’d love to, but you never told me to bring swimming gear, dear…’ she explains. ‘Well, I haven’t brought swimming gear either, so my undies will just have to do.’ She gives me a suspicious look. ‘Getting up to our tricks again, are we?’ she asks. ‘On the contrary!’ I reply. ‘Just think of your undies as a bikini and of mine as a Speedo. In any case, it’s not like I’ve never seen your bra before… But please. No pressure. It’s just a suggestion. If you’d rather not, I’ll understand.’ I can see that she’s very tempted. ‘Well, here goes! If the sight of my undies is a bit much for you, I suggest you wait in the car. I won’t be long.’ I say. ‘I’m a big girl. I’m sure I’ll survive it.’ she says. I get up and take off my shoes and clothes while she looks at me. Wearing only my undies, I turn to her. ‘See? How is this different to a Speedo? It’s just the name!’ I say. ‘I guess you’re right.’ she says. ‘I’m just being silly.’ ‘Does that mean that you’ll be swimming with me?’ I ask hopefully. ‘Maybe. But not unconditionally. First of all, no more tricks. Secondly, you stay behind me until I’m in the water. Your undies are not exactly the same as mine, remember…’ ‘No need for conditions.’ I say. ‘As I said – no pressure. Your choice.’ ‘OK. You stay right there.’ she instructs. She takes about three steps forward in the direction of the pool, her back towards me. She puts her bag down and kicks off her shoes. She starts undoing the buttons of her blouse. I wonder what bra she has on today. She pulls the blouse over her shoulders, folds it up and puts it on her bag. No half cup today. The thin white straps of her sheer bra cause a stirring in my underpants. She has a fine sexy spray of tiny freckles on her shoulders. I wish she would turn around. Her hands drop to the front of her jeans. She undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. She slowly wriggles out of the tight jeans, pulling her white panties down with it until the crack of her fine ass starts to show. She pulls the jeans down to her knees and then lets go to pull up the sexy, high cut panties. The sheer, white material stretches over her ass. Then she bends forward and takes off the jeans. I am now shamelessly staring at her with a raging hard-on! I fold my hands over the bulging monster, hoping that she won’t notice. She does not look back at me. Instead she walks into the water with a lazy, sexy sway of her hips. I sheepishly follow her into the water, my eyes riveted to that sexy butt. She slides down into the water and glides forward through the pool with long, easy strokes. I feel an intense desire to follow her and take her into my arms, but I fight it. I swim into the pool, keeping my distance. I want to give her enough space to get comfortable with the situation. ‘Gee, this place is absolutely fantastic!’ she says, treading water a few yards from me. ‘Consider it another of your birthday gifts.’ I reply. ‘Why, thank you, my dear man! It is very much appreciated.’ she says. ‘I was hoping that you’d show your appreciation better than that.’ I tease. ‘Well, all right then… Just don’t feel too sorry for yourself!’ She swims up to me and stands in front of me, the water up to her neck. She takes my head between her hands and kisses me gently on the mouth. ‘Thank you.’ she says and swims away while I’m still pondering whether to take her in my arms or not. I look at her, swimming away from me. The tables are turned. The shoe is on the other foot. As I was in control on the way here, she is in control now. A complete role reversal. I am her slave but I‘ll be damned if I’d let her know that! There is no way she cannot realize what she is doing to me! I’m sure she is playing with me. I hate to admit it, but I have no idea how to handle the situation. I want her so badly, but I how on earth do I approach her? I decide to get out of the water before I make a fool of myself. Besides, if I am out of the water first, nothing is going to stop me from getting an eyeful of her wet body when she comes out. A consolation prize, but way better than nothing! I get out and sit on the rock, leaning against the tree. ‘How now, big boy..?’ she calls, somewhat surprised. ‘I thought you wanted to swim? Had enough already?’ ‘You enjoy yourself. I’ll be back in a minute. I just want to enjoy the sun for a while.’ I lie. From where I sit I have an unspoilt view of her frolicking in the water. With me out of the water she appears even more relaxed. She is floating on her back in the water. Her wet undies are now totally transparent, but she is too far for me to make out any detail. She swims to the waterfall on the other side of the pool. She gets out of the water and walks along the rocky ledge until she is standing under the falling water. She is far from me, but I am sure I can see her nipples and pubic hair through the wet undies. She showers and plays under the water as if complete unaware of my existence. How I wish I could capture all this on video… But wait! Why not! I brought my digital video camera along to videotape the surprise party. I rush to the car. I get in and take the camera from the cubby hole. She will not see me from here. I zoom in on her through the front window. I am 100% correct! She might as well have been standing naked under the water! Her hard nipples are pushing against the wet, transparent material of her bra and the bronze triangle of her pubic hair is clearly visible through the front of her sexy panties. I take a few minutes of footage of her. I have an erection that is so hard that it aches! Then the devil inside me takes over. Who knows what might still happen here today? I get into the back of the car and set up my camera behind the back seat next to the rear speakers so that it points through the small rear side window in the direction of the tree. I zoom in on the area on the grass in front of the tree and press the record button. I cover the camera with a T-shirt that was lying on the floor, making sure that the lens is not obstructed. Perfect! I take a picnic blanket and cooler bag with drinks from the trunk of the car. I spread the blanket on the grass in front of the tree. I lie down with my back against the tree. I look at Mel, just in time to see her diving into the water and swimming towards me. The moment of truth has arrived! She has to come out of the water now. She walks out of the water, holding her arms in front of her breasts in a half-hearted attempt to maintain some degree of decency. She walks slightly huddled forward. I’m not sure if it is because of the cold or whether she is trying to hide her see-thru panties. The wet bra is not lending her much support and it is awesome to see those firm boobs bobbing and swaying as she walks. Hard-on time again! She stands in front of me, arms still crossed in front of her boobs. ‘Now that was awesome!’ she says. ‘But now I’m sopping wet and I’m sure you did not think of bringing towels, right?’ ‘Sorry, no towels.’ I reply. ‘So that means I will have to bake dry in the sun before I can get dressed.’ she says. She kneels beside her bag and takes out a brush. She might as well have been topless! Every detail of those magnificent boobs is clearly visible. I wonder if she is aware of it. My hard-on is straining against the top elastic of my undies. She turns her back to me and starts to brush her hair. Perfect! She is now looking straight at the camera. I stare at her firm buttocks. The thin, wet material of her panties leaves nothing to the imagination. I cannot resist the temptation and place my hand on her buttock. No response. She just continues to brush her hair. I stroke her butt over the wet panties. It does not seem to worry her at all. I slip my hand into the side of her panties and squeeze her naked butt. Still she ignores me. I take the undersides of her panties and pull it upwards into the crack of her ass, giving her the perfect wedgie. It looks like she is now wearing a G-string. I stroke her naked butt again. She looks back at me with a mischievous smile. ‘Having fun..?’ ‘VERY much so!’ I reply, giving her butt a friendly squeeze. ‘Well, I’m sorry to ruin your party, but I have to sit down now.’ she says, putting the brush back into the bag. She stands in front of me, her bronze haired pussy straining against the front of her panties, inches from my face. ‘Where can I sit?’ she asks I pull up my knees, only too glad to have an excuse to hide my raging hard-on. ‘There… An instant recliner for you.’ I offer, gesturing to my knees. ‘Why, thank you! Very considerate of you. What a gentleman!’ she teases and leans back against my drawn-up knees. I open the cooler bag next to me and take out two cold drinks for us. ‘Wow! Now that is just what the doctor ordered! You thought of everything!’ she says, gladly accepting the drink. We make small talk while we finish our drinks. I suddenly part my knees and she falls back with her head against my chest. I put my arm around her and my hand lands on her left boob. ‘You evil man! You gave me a fright!’ she scolds and places her hand on top of mine. As I have mentioned before, her boobs are not really unexplored territory to me, so it does not surprise me that she is not making an effort to remove my hand. She seems pretty comfortable with it. She leans back with her head against my chest and relaxes. Her hand falls from mine into her lap. I slip my hand into her bra and my fingers fold around her naked flesh. No objection. I gently tug on her nipple. She sighs softly. Although I have played with her boobs more times than I can remember, I have never seen them in all their naked splendor. I decide that now is the time to do something about that. I push the bra to the side and lift her left boob out of its confinement. She reacts by putting her hand over mine, thus covering her boob. I keep my hand still, giving her time to get used to the new boundaries we’re crossing. Then I start to play with her nipple under her hand. Slowly she relaxes and her hand falls back into her lap. Her naked breast is lily white, her nipple light pink as only a true redhead’s can be. I watch my fingers gently tugging on her hard nipple. I slip my hand under the bra of her right boob and pop it out. Again no objection. I lie back and play with her tits while gently nibbling on her ear. She moans softly. Surely she must be aware of my monster hard-on pressing against her back! Then I let go of her tits and push her slightly forward. I start to undo her bra. ‘Please... Don’t…’ she says softly. ‘Shhh… It’s not going to make any difference, is it?’ She does not reply. I unhook the bra and slip it over her shoulders. She holds it hesitantly over her boobs as if she is having second thoughts. Then she slips it over her arms and places it next to us on the blanket. I pull her down next to me and take her into my arms. I push my knee through her thighs and pull her leg over me. Her plump pussy is now resting on my thigh, her naked breasts pushing soft and warm against my chest. Heaven! ‘We are playing with fire…’ she whispers. I ignore her remark, realizing that she’s right. My hand glides over her bare buttocks, her panties still wedged between her ass cheeks. I rake her buns lightly with my fingernails. She shudders and pushes her pussy firmer against my thigh. I lower my head en look into her green eyes. I kiss her gently on the mouth. For the first time it is more than a mere peck on the lips. She returns my kiss and her mouth opens to receive my tongue. I roll her onto her back, keeping my thigh between her legs. I move my head down over her breast and my lips close around her nipple. This she has never allowed me before. Now her hand clutches the back of my head, encouraging me. Still nibbling on her nipple, I roll on top of her. I force her legs open with mine until I lie between her legs in the missionary position. She does not protest too much. I suspect it is because of the false sense of security provided by the fact that she is still wearing her panties. I move my right hand between us and cup her pussy in my hand. I can feel the heat through her panties. She stiffens. ‘Please! Don’t! Let’s go home. Before it’s too late…’ she pleads. But there’s no stopping me now! I’m beyond the point of no return! The monster is loose! I push my hand under her ass and pull her panties to the side over her one buttock. Her pussy is lying exposed and vulnerable under me. I push my undies down. My hard cock enjoys the sudden freedom and lodges itself against her slit. She jumps as she feels my hard cock touching her cunt. Reality sets in and she tries to push me away. I lie with my full weight on top of her, holding her arms. ‘Please! Don’t do this to me! I have never been with another… No!! I can’t do this to John!’ she pleads. I try to kiss her again, but she turns her head away. ‘Don’t! It is going to ruin our friendship.’ she warns. I hump her juicy pussy in search of the entrance, but without success. Then my dickhead lodges in her sopping wet slit. I push forward, but she jerks her hips away. I feel my dickhead slipping through her slit and coming to rest on top of her bronze triangle of pubic hair. She tries to roll away. I take her arms and put them together above her head. I hold both her wrists with my left hand while lining up my dick with her pussy. I draw my dickhead through her slit a couple of times, getting it nice and wet. ‘Please… I beg you!’ I look into her eyes and see a mixture of panic and lust. I put my dickhead against the entrance of her vagina. She realizes that she is not going to be able to stop me. ‘Please…’ she whispers, her eyes wide. I push forward gently. I can feel her plump pussy lips parting under the pressure of my dickhead. The wet, warm, velvety folds of her cunt slowly engulf my dickhead. She closes her eyes. Her mouth opens. She gasps. I push forward and feel my shaft sliding ever so slowly down her sopping wet cunt. Then I feel her pelvic bone against mine. I’m all the way inside her. I lie still on top of her. Then it hits me and I come to my senses! What the fuck am I doing?! Have I lost my mind? I am forcing myself onto my best female friend! How can I do this to her? Ashamed of myself, I release her hands. I lie motionless on top of her, my dick still buried to the hilt in her cunt. I wait for her to make the next move. After a few seconds she starts moving. She puts her arms around me. I look at her. I see only lust and want in her eyes. I kiss her. Her tongue darts into my mouth. She raises her knees and wraps her legs around me. She’s OK with it. She wants it as bad as I do! I start to fuck her with slow, deep strokes. Her hips rock as she enthusiastically meets my every stroke. She moans and I can feel her nails biting into the flesh of my back. I raise my upper body and look down. It is an awesome site to see my dick disappearing all the way into the folds of her cunt only to reappear, wet and shiny with her love juice. I fuck her slowly for a while until I feel the pressure begin to build up in my balls. The last thing I want to do now is come. I withdraw my dick from her slick hole and lie down next to her. Her hand moves down and her fingers close around my hard, wet dick. She starts to wank me. I remove her hand and move down. I take her panties off. She lifts her buttocks to assist me. Suddenly I remember the camera! Great! Now we can really put on a show! I position myself on top of her in the 69 position, her spread legs facing the camera. For the first time I get to see that pink pussy in all its splendor. The bronze pubic hair forms a neatly trimmed triangle. Her puffy outer lips are clean shaven. The bright pink inner lips are glistening wet. I spread her inner lips and pull back the small sheath of her clit. Her clit appears like a pink pearl in an equally pink oyster. I stick out my tongue and tickle it lightly. A tiny tremor goes through her lower body every time the tip of my tongue comes into contact with her clit. She cannot keep her hips still. I lower my head and stick my tongue all the way into her pussy. She squirms and moans, her juices flowing freely. She tastes great! I fuck her pussy with my tongue. I feel an unbelievably soft, wet, warm sensation on my dickhead. She is blowing me. I fuck her mouth slowly with long, deep strokes while eating her pussy. I’m surprised at how much of my dick take she can take into her mouth. I roll off her and lie beside her. I pull her onto me. She gets the message and kneels over my lower body. She lifts my hard dick and lines it up with her wet pussy. With a groan, she lowers herself onto my dick, which disappears into her warm, slippery tunnel of flesh. I have, of course, positioned myself so that the camera has a perfect view of the action. She leans forward and starts to fuck me slowly. I am amazed at how firm and perfectly shaped her tits are for a mother of two. I cup her tits and play with her rosy nipples while she continues to fuck me. She fucks me harder and faster with increasing urgency, totally unaware that her every move is being captured on video. On the one hand I feel like a dog doing this to her, but on the other hand, it is so exciting and naughty that I almost come just thinking about it. I have to put my hands on her hips to slow her down to prolong the moment. Then I push her off me and stand up. She is kneeling in front of me, my cock hovering hard and intimidating in front of her face. I turn so that the camera can have a perfect view. She takes my dick in her hand. Her head drops and my dick, still wet with her juices, disappears into her mouth. Her head starts its bobbing motion. ‘Does it taste good?’ I whisper. ‘Mmmm…’ she replies without interrupting the action. I hold her head between my hands and fuck her mouth with deep, slow strokes. Her hand cups my balls. I pull her to her feet. I turn her around so that she faces the camera and move in behind her. My left hand closes over her breast while my right hand slides down her tummy over her furry bronze mound to her wet slit. She opens her legs to allow me better access. I effortlessly slip two fingers into her slick vagina. I finger fuck her for a while and then lift her right leg. It brings her pussy about level with my dick. She stretches to hold onto a branch of the tree to keep her balance. I support her with my left arm while guiding my rock hard dick into her juicy cunt. She moans as I begin to fuck her. She seems to be enjoying this new position with her standing on one leg hanging onto a branch very much. I fuck her hard and fast. After a while I notice that her leg is getting tired. I withdraw my dick from her and lower her other leg to the ground. She lets go of the branch. I kneel and pull her down with me, positioning her on all fours with her right side facing the camera. I take up position behind her and slip my dick into her slick love tunnel. I fuck her hard and fast. In this position the camera will capture the full penetration of my dick as well as the bobbing and swaying of her hanging tits. I can’t wait to see the video! I lean forward and take her two tits in my hands. I fuck her deep and slowly while I play with her nipples. We are already ages late for the surprise party, but I couldn’t care less! I let go of her breasts and put my hands on her hips. I fuck her deep and hard, making a point of letting my balls slap against her clit with every thrust. Experience has taught me that many women find this quite pleasurable. Mel is no exception! She moans and jumps slightly every time my balls hit that sensitive button. Her hands are frantically clutching the blanket. She is close to orgasm! I slip my hand between her legs from the front and part her pussy lips with my fingers, exposing that pink pearl. Hopefully it will heighten the sensation of my balls slapping against it. It seems to do the trick. After a few more thrusts I notice the light tremors in her lower body. I fuck harder. She cries out and starts bucking like a wild horse! I battle to keep my dick inside her. She falls forward onto her arms, her buttocks still in the air. Her lower body contracts rhythmically in the throes of an intense orgasm. I keep my dick inside her, pull her back against me. I wait for the spasms to subside. She is now lying still on her arms, breathing heavily. I give her a little time to recover and then turn her onto her back. I spread her legs and slip my dick into her again. She wraps her arms and legs around me. I fuck her hard and fast. I feel that tell-tale tingling in my balls. I fuck her even harder. My head begins to spin and I literally see stars as my dick erupts. I shoot stream after stream of pearly white cum down her pussy. I feel like I am never going to finish. It is one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced! Then I am finished. I lie tired and spent on top of her, motionless, my half limp dick still inside her pussy. We lie like that for a moment in a warm embrace. I roll off her. ‘Wow! That was fantastic..!’ is all I call say. ‘Incredible…’ she whispers. ‘Better than strawberry ice cream?’ I tease. ‘Let’s not go there, OK?’ she replies with a smile. She leans forward and kisses me. I realize that it is getting very late. ‘Come. We have to go. I have another surprise for you.’ I get up and put my clothes on. She gets up and puts on her bra. Suddenly she looks down at the inside of her thigh. A stream of pale white cum runs from her pussy down the inside of it. ‘Oops… How now?’ she says and looks around. I offer the corner of the blanket. She wipes herself clean and proceeds to get dressed. I fold up the blanket and pick up the cooler bag. I rush to the car, eager to get the camera out of the way. I put the blanket and cooler bag in the trunk and get into the back of the car. I switch off the camera and as I am about to get out, I notice Mel about ten yards from the car. I quickly shove the camera under the front seat, before she can notice. I get out and open the passenger door for her. We head back in awkward silence. Then guilt sets in. ‘I cannot believe what I’ve just done! John will kill me if he finds out! How could I do this to him?’ she says. I take her hand in mine. ‘What John doesn’t know cannot possibly hurt him. And I promise you, he will never, never know.’ I reassure her. She does not reply, but still looks very worried. We reach the turn-off to Dana’s farm. ‘Still feel like coffee?’ I ask. ‘More than ever!’ she replies. ‘Can we pop in there quickly?’ ‘Sure.’ I say and take the turn-off. We reach Dana’s house. Quite a few familiar cars are parked around the farmhouse. Mel immediately puts two and two together. ‘You evil man! You knew all along! THIS is where we were headed in the first place, right?’ she shrieks. Everyone is sitting outside on the patio, enjoying drinks and snacks. Dana walks up to us. ‘Glad to see you two lovebirds finally made it here!’ she teases. ‘What on earth took you guys so long?’ Mel blushes. ‘You won’t believe how this man tortured me! He is evil!’ she says, giving me a sharp elbow in the ribs. ‘So, did she put out?’ ask Joe, one of our crude colleagues. ‘Come on! What do you think? What woman can resist me?’ I tease. Mel glares at me. ‘In your dreams, mister!’ she hisses. Everybody wishes Mel a happy birthday and we all have more drinks. Then another familiar car drives through the gate. It is John, Mel’s husband, his mother and the two kids. Mel gets up. She looks very nervous. ‘But that’s John! What is he doing here? We’re supposed to go out for dinner later…’ she says. ‘Relax, Mel! It’s all part of your surprise. I invited John over.’ Dana explains. ‘But look at me! I have to bath and get dressed. There’s no way I’m prepared for something like this?’ she says. ‘Now will you relax, woman?’ Dana replies, gesturing to John who is taking an overnight bag from the trunk of his car. ‘We thought of everything!’ ‘Shit! Just what I need!’ I think to myself. How can I sit and chat to a guy over a few drinks moments after I’ve screwed his wife? My turn for a guilt trip… I will simply have to avoid him like the plague. Later that evening I am standing beside the barbeque fire, chatting to a friend when John and Mel walk up to us. They look like the perfect couple. John has his arm around her. Mel is wearing a stunning dress. Her hair is done. She looks awesome! ‘Hey, what is this I hear about you and my wife?’ he asks out of the blue. I almost choke in my beer. Mel comes to the rescue. ‘Dana told him about the stunt you pulled on me.’ she explains with a smile. ‘Oh, that?! My friend, you are one lucky man. This wife of yours is as safe as houses. You have no reason to ever suspect her of anything untoward. We planned to scare the daylights out of her. I came on as strong as I could, but she did not even bat an eyelid! She must love you very much.’ I tell him. ‘Can you blame her?’ he asks with mock vanity. He winks at me, flexing his biceps and pulling in his tummy. ‘Can I use your car keys for a moment, please?’ Mel asks. ‘I forgot to take out my bag.’ ‘Sure.’ I reply and hand her the keys. ‘John, won’t you be a darling and get it for me, please?’ She hands him the key. ‘Sure. But only because it’s your birthday, OK?’ He kisses her on the cheek and disappears into the direction of the car. I look at Mel. We don’t speak. The silence is deafening. ‘Are you OK?’ I ask eventually. ‘I suppose as OK as one can be under the circumstances.’ she replies, not looking at me. ‘I would just like to get this day behind me. And you..?’ ‘Same here. It is a very awkward situation.’ I reply. ‘What on earth were we thinking? How could we allow it to happen?’ she asks, looking very troubled. ‘Any regrets?’ I ask. I immediately realize that it is an unfair question. ‘To be honest, I really don’t know. It has not hit home yet. I still can’t believe that it actually happened. I feel like I am going to wake up any minute and it all was just a bad dream.’ she replies. ‘BAD dream??’ I ask, pretending to be offended. ‘Come, come, you two! Smile for the camera!’ I look up and almost get a heart attack! There is John, aiming my video camera at us! I’m horrified! He laughs and lowers the camera. He hands it to me. ‘Here. You shouldn’t leave such an expensive thing lying on the floor of your car. I accidentally kicked it when I got in to get the bag. I may have broken it. I can’t get it to come on. Will you check it, please?’ I look at the camera. My hands are shaking. I notice that the battery became a little unstuck. What luck! Thank God for small mercies! If this man knew what he was holding in his hands… I shudder to think of it. ‘See if you can get it going.’ he says. ‘I am thinking of getting one for myself. That one looks quite impressive. I’d really like to check it out.’ ‘Don’t worry. It’s not broken. The battery is dead. Unfortunately I didn’t bring the charger, so the demo will have to wait for another day.’ I lie. ‘All right, then. I’m just relieved that it’s not broken.’ They move on to the next group of people. Shortly after dinner, I thank the hostess and excuse myself. I drive home, my mind a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions. I do not feel particularly good about myself. It was amongst the best and most exciting sex that I’ve ever had, but something feels very wrong. Mel is not the first married woman that I have made love to, but the others were not very close friends of mine. How is all this going to affect our relationship? Was she right when she said that it was going to ruin our friendship? Where do we go from here? Time will tell… And the video… It was a very exciting thing to do at the spur of the moment, but in retrospect I think it was a big mistake. I’ve never done anything like that before and feel that I have betrayed her trust. She does not deserve it. She will certainly never forgive me if she has to find out about it. It is not too late to do something about it, though. I can trash the video and pretend it never happened. But am I going to do it? Do I WANT to do it? Time will tell… Am I ever going to watch the video? You bet! I can’t wait to get home! Am I going to destroy it afterwards? Not sure. I’ll decide after I have watched it. Somebody once said that this type of material, be it videos or photos, always have the tendency to surface when you least want it to or can least afford it to. This, I believe, is according to the laws of a certain Mr. Murphy. This would be a catastrophe! It would certainly be the end of a happy marriage. It will without doubt destroy the family. Is it worth the risk? Well, like I said – time will tell… Maybe I shouldn’t have let the devil inside loose.

Night out

dabra on Supernatural Stories

“The night is black, the clouds are back.

From the heights, a shadowed heart waits.” – Unknown writer.

 

That guy knew what he was writing. The night is black, but not so much so that the moon cannot illuminate the noisy city. Ah, cities, with their dense smell of a hurrying population always running after time, people who will never look twice at each other except, perhaps, to eye a beauty –or

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a beast- and hurry on.

From above, the spectacle is hugely gratifying. People moving like busy ants, filling every street, snaking between cars jammed on the roads, such a pleasure to look at! The smell of pollution hangs thickly in the air, as does that of the countless layers of fake scent that people feel the need to wear.

I await on top of an old decrepit building, eyeing those people like a hawk, for indeed I am a hawk amidst scuttling mice. The thought makes me laugh. I am in a good mood at the moment. Probably from the blood roaring through my brain. Every smell is more defined, every sound is a thunderclap in my ears, the smallest insect crawling on a wall is a graffiti sprayed over my eyes.

The rest of my dinner lies discarded behind me. I can still taste it on my tongue. I run my tongue over my still wet lips and moan contentedly. I get up and stretch. It’s time to go hunting again. I barely spare a glance at the ruined body on the cold roof. He was a man in his mid-thirties who exercised regularly but smoked from time to time; his blood was that mush tastier.

Yeah, I just said his blood. What, I didn’t tell you? So silly from my part… I’m a vampire. Uh-uh, that’s right, a bloodsucker. No shit, I ain’t kidding. You still don’t believe me? Look at these. Aren’t they a little big for a normal mouth? Fake teeth? Don’t make me laugh! Those were outdated, like, last millennia! Okay, you need more proof, I can understand. Wait here.

There, see that homeless dude? Watch. No, I can’t fly but I can jump. *comes back after a minute* Stop struggling, you’ll mess my clothes! A’right, you forced my hand… *this part has been censored due to extreme violence and gore* There, you happy? What, you scared now? Oh, it’s the blood… I told him he’d mess my clothes. Well anyway, you believe me now? Oh, you do. Good. Where was I? Yeah, the roof…

The sounds of heavy bass and a guitar solo draw my ears. A rock concert, how charming. And I was getting a little hungry. The fall to the ground floor would kill any man, but then, I am not a man. I barely grunt as my knees bend when I land. I come out of the alley without a care. Let the cops find the two bodies. If they can…

The concert has been going strong for almost an hour when I reach it. An old warehouse, rearranged to house parties and shows like this one. Probably full of wannabe goths and punkers. God, I hate those, they’re so wrong. I shake my head as I walk through the door. What do you mean I can’t go in uninvited? Oh, you saw it in Buffy the fucking Vampire Slayer, so it must be true, that’s what you’re telling me?

*sigh* Forget all you know about vamps. All those books and movies do have something resembling truth in it but they are mostly inaccurate. We can’t fly, we can’t make other vamps just by biting someone, we don’t turn to cinders in the sun, we don’t turn into bats at night to hunt, we don’t dress in black, we don’t fear crosses or bibles. Christopher Pike was probably the closest who came to what we really are.

We can jump very high or fall from great distances without a scratch. We do drink blood, not on a regular basis –there are just so many homeless- but we are quite fond of it. Yeah, it sustains us, blah, blah, blah, crap. We just drink it for fun, it’s like a good wine. We can go a long time without drinking it, but the thirst becomes quite overwhelming at times. We can eat garlic, drink blessed water, walk across running water, reproduce… *wriggles eyebrow* yeah, that way, you pig. But there’s a catch. We can only have kids with other vamps. With an ordinary human, we’re like sterile.

Vampirism is a curse. It’s a disease. It’s a boon. It’s beyond your wildest… no, that won’t do. It’s fucking great is what it is! Yeah, it’s all that. You live forever but sometimes, you wish you were dead. Trust me, I know. Well, back to the story. What about the blood on my clothes, you tell me? This is a concert, I can pretend I dropped a pitcher of syrup on my shirt and I’ll strut in like I’m the shit.

Back to the hunt. The smell of alcohol is heavy in the air. Underage kids are already passed out on the floor and are almost getting trampled on by the hysteric crowd. Black leather and white makeup prevail in the sea of people. I search for the source of all beers, hoping to snag a pretty one on my way.

The bartender looks like a Drill Sarge with his huge biceps and his haircut. He barely spares me a glance but serves me an ice cold one seconds after I call him. Yeah, being a bloodsucking fiend has its advantages. You could say I exude an aura. It varies according to the people around me. Men see me as a pretty average looking fellow, but one you would not want to mess with. They unconsciously avert their gaze and are uneasy around me.

For women, it’s another thing. They sense this magnetism that pulls them despite themselves. I get more that a handful of stares as I sip my Bud. Twenty minutes after I buy my drink, I have already been accosted by half a dozen girls waiting to be fucked and even a couple of men. It’s all quite flattering but I do have my standards.

I hear a voice order a Bud. The voice is sensuous, almost sultry as the bartender hands over the thing. I am intrigued. It cannot be one of those underage anorexic bunnies. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a sparkling black dress sitting on a stool. The bar is the only place worth visiting in this warehouse. The stage is quite far away so the buzz of conversation is audible despite the amplified wails that the singer seems to like so much.

The woman pays me no attention as she sips her beer coolly. I wait and watch. A burly man sits beside her, flashing his Rolex as he hands the bartender a five hundred bill. Gold chains on his arms, gold necklace, gold earrings, a regular pimp with too much to spend.

He tries to fire her up but fails miserably. The woman continues sipping with not a care in the world. He insists, even proposing her money for some time with him. An uncultured swine. She gives him the cold shoulder and a slap. His eyes widen in shock, then outrage and his hand closes into a fist. He raises it and brings it down.

In an instant, I am on my feet. The beefy hand is twice as big as mine but two fingers suffice to block it. He struggles, trying to force me aside but a head butt changes his mind and he staggers to the nearest restroom, holding his shattered nose in one hand. The bartender nods approvingly and I return the gesture. I turn to the woman and get my first good look at her.

She is splendid. Long legs, black knee-high leather boots, a black dress sparkling with black studs, cut low on the cleavage and high on the legs. The hem is maybe four inches below her slender waist. As my eyes travel up, I see what appears to be a C-cup fitted snuggly in the black velvety material. Her face is charming. Green eyes, probably contacts. Defined cheekbones. Full lips, so red, so full of blood. A touch of the delicious liquid touches her cheeks as she murmurs a thank you.

“My pleasure. I dislike seeing women getting bashed.”

“Would you like a drink, as thanks?”

“I already have one,” I say, nodding to my unfinished beer. I have to set the hook firmly before I haul the catch. “But you can grant me a dance.”

She laughs and I mentally approve my choice. She starts a conversation as we drink.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t look at me twice since I sat down.”

“Funny, I noticed the same thing.”

She smiles suggestively. “I like men who do not seem to care.”

“Do I seem not to care?”

“Maybe you do.” There is a twinkle in her eyes as she says that.

I finish my beer just as she does hers and I stand up, offering my hand. She smiles, takes it, gets up and follows me to the dance floor. Dance floor is a wrong word. These people do not dance; they jump around like crazy, trying to squash their bodies together. It is kind of fun, if you have a busty babe grinding herself into you with every move.

She tosses her jet black hair around as she wipes her head as crazily as everyone around her. The band starts a tune that doesn’t seems like fingernails scratching a board and I start jumping too. Soon after, as our bodies get heated and closer, she presses her ass into my crotch and squeezes my left butt cheek. I know I have her, now. Her name is Rina and she wants to go someplace more private.

I take her to my apartment. On the way, she clings to my arm, giggling like a drunken schoolgirl. We stagger inside and her mouth is on mine as soon as the door is closed. My coat drops to the floor in no time and her tongue explores the confines of my mouth.

She pulls back and giggles once more. Her cheeks flare beautifully and I have to restrain myself not to bite her right now. She darts away as I try to snag her arm. She saunters to the bedroom and drops on the bed in a seductive pose. I smile appreciatively. She slowly lowers the straps holding her loose dress over her bare shoulders and slides them down her arms, moving slowly and so sexily.

Her milky breasts burst free as soon as the cloth is down to her navel. She shows off her navel ring, a single metal loop with a jade stone. The dress finds its way to the floor and she remains clad in her panties and her boots. I reach for my buttons and slowly undo them, slipping my shirt off my chiseled body. Interest sparks in her eyes as she studies the hard sinews under my skin.

My black pants are next. I unbuckle my belt and let them slide to the floor of their own accord, then step out of them. My dick is already tenting my boxers. It aches for release but I have something else to do right now. She spreads her legs as I move my lips to her pussy. A gentle kiss on the fabric than I kiss her mouth with all the passion in me. She nibbles on my lower lip as my hands cup her titties. A moan escapes her as I massage them gently.

My tongue touches hers and we dance a ballet of love in our mouths, exchanging saliva like two sex-crazed teens. I pull back and latch onto a breast. The skin is so smooth, I cannot resist. A sharp cry tells me I have bitten a little hard. No matter. As I suck some of her blood, she moans in the pleasure that pain gives. My tongue swirls around the nipple, licking it and sucking on it. I kiss her again and she tastes her own blood.

I take off her panties and the scent of her womanhood assaults my nostrils. My cock twitches in its confines. I drop my head to her legs and proceed to please her. She moans and bucks as my tongue does the movement I have practiced so long. She almost comes as she grinds my face into her cunny with her hands. I pull back just in time to avoid her orgasm. She pouts but quickly smiles when I lower my boxers.

My dick is not that big but, what with science, it has grown to a decent eight inches long and half again an inch wide. I pump it a few times and a bead of precum oozes out of the slit. Her full lips part as I guide it into a waiting hole.

I moan as her tongue licks my dickhead. The tiny piercing on her organ brings me pleasure like I have rarely known. She moves up and down my shaft, taking it fully into her mouth and throat. She sucks it enthusiastically and I moan all the while. After studying Tantric arts and the Kama Sutra in depth, I have become something of an expert on holding back my ejaculation. She has been sucking me for a good fifteen minutes before I gently tug on her hair and pull myself out. She looks disappointed but a quick kiss on the lips calms her.

Her tongue meets mine briefly as we embrace and fall on the bed. She spreads her legs as I place my dickhead at the entrance of her warm pussy. I tease her a little, rubbing it all over her lips, parting them with my fingers and rubbing myself along her slit. She lets out an exasperated groan and tries to force me inside her. I laugh as I plunge fully into her glory hole.

The feeling is great. I moan as her tightness slowly convulses around my length. She squeezes me through her inner muscles and smiles as I try to pull back. She laughs as I half-heartedly try to escape her clutches. I lean over and bite her right breast. She squeals as blood flows to my mouth again. My mind swoons and it is all I can do to resist draining her dry.

I retreat and thrust inside her mechanically at first, getting the engine started. She warms up and I become more forceful. I push her up the mattress with every thrust, pressing down and forward. She wraps her slender legs around my waist and moans every time I am in her. I use my not inconsequential strength to lift her up, legs still around my waist, and carry her to the wall.

There, I press her back against the cold white paint and proceed to hump her with almost inhuman speed. Being a vampire has many advantages. As I pound her already sore cunt, she orgasms, sending juices running down my legs and hers, wetting the wall behind her. I still do not stop and continue my relentless assault. She has another one right after the first. She hangs on to dear life as I slam her back into the wall. She will be sore if she survives the night.

As she climaxes, I let myself go, emptying my balls into her womb. As the throes of a toe-curling orgasm hits her, she arches her back, presenting me her delicious neck. I bite her and she squeezes me in a muffled scream. The blood flows form the tiny wounds in her flesh and I suck greedily. She begins to release my body as she grows steadily limper. I enjoy biting them beautiful gals while they’re in immense pleasure. It makes their blood rush to their head and the added adrenaline is exquisite. I let go of the corpse’s neck. Her head hangs loosely at her side. Her body is still warm and I am still hard. I thrust inside her for good measure and withdraw. She slides to the floor, joining what little blood I could not drink and the puddle of our secretions.

I wipe myself on her clothes and throw them at her side. My recent activities have energised me. I am positively humming with power. I dress more appropriately, a clean shirt and slacks. The night is still young and I can hunt during the day I must. I stuff the body in a large black bag and cram it into my trash. The blood I wipe with some regret. The girl is no longer on my mind. There will be others, prettier than her and more experienced. If they are good enough, I will let them live.

I take the trash upstairs, on the roof. After a few bounces, I am well away from the crime scene. I dump the body in a heap of junk on a highway. Another victim of a sex crazed wacko. The police will let it go as soon as they see they have no proof. As I head back to my apartment, I pick up a peculiar smell. I stop and smile. Glancing down, I see a couple of teenagers getting it on behind a couple of bushes. I drop down and observe them.

Voyeurism is nice from time to time and I wait until they are finished. The boy hastily puts his clothes back on and vanishes. The girl looks at him with disgust and tries to find her clothes. I can hear her weeping. I emerge from my cover and walk towards her. She might need comforting and the night is still so young…

 

 

A Friend in Need

bustybibbwbabe on Lesbian Stories

Nichole had been my best friend since second grade. We were as close as sisters and share everything. She had been shocked but supportive when I told her that I was bisexual, and then when I went on to tell her in detail about my first lesbian encounter with Sam.

            A week after Nichole’s eighteenth birthday she found out that she was pregnant. She was absolutely devastated, not because she was pregnant, but because she would be stuck with the father. I don’t know how to say it nicely, so I won’t, but the father of Nichole’s baby was a complete asshole. He neve

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r paid Nichole any attention unless he wanted sex, and after finding out that Nichole was pregnant he didn’t even want that anymore. The one upside to the situation was that his family was filthy rich, and had offered to take Nichole into their home, pay for her to continue her college education, and make sure that her child never wanted for anything.

            Nine months passed and little Emma came into the world. She was a beautiful baby and I loved her to pieces and spoiled her rotten as any good Godmother would.

            When Christmas break came a long that year, I was bored out of my mind and sexually frustrated. Johnny had gone out of town with his family to spend Christmas with his grandparents. Sam had gone to Europe with her parents. All I could do was sit at home and masturbate and it was starting to get old, I was longing for some human to human contact; and then my phone rang.

            I picked up the phone and heard a sobbing female on the other end.

            “Hello”

            “Lily, can I please come over?”

            “Nichole? What’s the matter? Are you alright?”

            “I just…I really need to talk someone….can I please come over?”

            “Of course you can, but what about the baby? Are you going to bring her?”

            “No she’s at my Mom and Dad’s, they wanted to spend some time with her”

            “Okay, well are you going to leave right now?”

            “Yes, I’m walking out the door as we speak. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes”

            “Okay, see you then. Bye”

            “Bye”

            I hung up the phone, and ran downstairs to the kitchen.

“We’ll get through this disaster the same way we’ve gotten through every other disaster” I thought, “Junk food and porn”. For years now, Nichole and I had been watching porn together and recently we had started to masturbate together while we watched. My parents would be gone until morning so we had nothing to worry about.

            I got the Oreos, chips and dip, and soda, and then I called dominos to have them deliver some pizzas. I went into the den and set up the junk food, and then I went up to room to pick out some toys and some porn. I chose my eight inch vibrating dildo, and then pulled the box of porn movies out from under my bed. I looked through the movies for a minute and then I found the one a I wanted, a lesbian film starring Jenna Jameson, “Mmm, my favorite”, I thought. I also picked out a straight movie, “I better ease her into this slowly” I snickered.

            I took my things downstairs to the den, and then I heard the doorbell ring. It was Nichole. She walked through the door and I grabbed her and hugged her, she was sobbing uncontrollably. I led her to the den and we sat on the couch.

            “Tell me what’s wrong, Nichole”

            “It’s just Josh, I am so unhappy, he doesn’t even touch me since Emma’s been born, we haven’t had sex in five months, I took Emma to my parents today hoping we would have time alone together, but he told me he didn’t want to have sex, and he went to the bar to meet up with his friends. It’s not just the no sex thing either. He’s a terrible father, he barely even looks in Emma’s direction, and yet every time I suggest that I am going to leave he goes crazy. I don’t know what to do; I can’t live like this anymore.”

            She fell into my arms and sobbed. After awhile she regained control of her tears, and we sat and snacked on our junk food and had a little chat. The pizzas came and after we were finished eating, we decided we would put in the porn movie. We started with the straight movie. As we were watching it Nichole broke down into tears again, so I paused the movie.

            “What’s wrong, Nichole?”

            “It just hurts so bad to see a man and woman have sex”

            “Well then, why don’t I change it to something different?”

            “Okay”

            I got up and put in the Jenna Jameson film. I went to sit back on the couch and Nichole laid her head on my shoulder.

            “You are such a good friend, Lily.”

            As the film progressed I could feel myself starting to get really wet, and then I felt something strange, I looked down and saw Nichole’s hand caressing my breast through my shirt.

            “Nichole?”

            “I’m sorry if I am being too forward, Lily, but ever since you told me you were bi, and told me about you and Sam, I’ve been really turned on by the idea and also really jealous of Sam.”

            I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t thought about having sex with Nichole before. She was quite pretty. She was about 5’4, short, dark blond hair, blue eyes, a very athletic, trim body, and though her breasts were smaller than I normally liked at only 32A, she had enormous nipples.

            “Are you sure about this Nichole? I don’t want to hurt our friendship”

            “I’m sure, Lily, I really need this”

            With that she leaned in and kissed me. It was a very soft and sensual kiss that soon turned into a very heated and passionate kiss.

            As we sat there making out, I ran my hand down her body and into her sweat pants, and began to rub her soaking wet pussy as she moaned into my mouth. I removed my hand and then took off her shirt and bra, and laid her back on the couch. I got up and decided to do a seductive little strip tease for her. I began to dance and rub up and down my curves as I stripped my clothes, as she removed her pants and thong so that she could rub her pussy. Once I had stripped, I went and lay on top of her and began to kiss her again.

            “Oh, Lily, I love how our boobs feel pressed together”

            I began to kiss down her neck and shoulders until I had reached her petite breasts. I licked around them and kissed them and then I grabbed hold of her huge nipple and sucked on it, and then did the same to her other breast until she was moaning so loudly, that I was sure the neighbors would hear. I licked and kissed the rest of the way down her body until I got to her pussy. I licked up and down her thigh, teasing the insides, until she spread her legs wide for me revealing her glistening, wet lips. I licked around the lips, teasing until I sensed that she was in need of release and then I ran my tongue up and down her slit, fucking her cunt with my tongue. I then remove my tongue and picked up my vibrating dildo off the coffee table, I sucked on it a minute to get it nice and wet for her and then I slid it in her cunt and turned it on high, which absolutely drove her wild, she was bucking wildly and screaming my name, I leaned down and grabbed her clit into my mouth and started to suck it wildly as I fucked her cunt hard with the dildo. I felt her orgasm building and finally she filled my mouth with her pussy juice.  I licked her pussy clean and then gave her a minute to recover. I went up and laid beside her.

            “That was amazing, I’ve never had my pussy eaten that good before”

            I offered her the dildo, “Wanna taste yourself?”

            “No, I’d rather taste you” she said with a seductive grin.

            I laid back on the couch, happy to oblige. She came and laid on top of me and did what I had done to her earlier. She sucked on my breasts and nipples teasing them and making them so hard.

            “I love your boobs, Lily, they’re so big”

            She licked her way down my body, until she reached my body. She didn’t tease me like I had her. She latched onto my pussy right away and began to suck my clit furiously. While sucking my clit, she inserted two fingers and then three into my cunt and fucked me hard, until I came hard in her mouth. She didn’t stop there; she continued licking my pussy making me cum two more times. Finally, both of us exhausted, she came up to lay beside me.

As she laid her head on my breast, she looked up into my eyes and asked me “So, how was I?

“Not bad for a first-timer”, I responded.

After cuddling a few more minutes we gathered all our stuff and went up to my room and got into my bed. We spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s body and eventually fell asleep in each others arms.

           

           

Stolen Innocence _Part 7 (conclusion)

johnny3434 on Forced Stories

Chapter 19


Debbie turned her head toward where Michelle lay. “Michelle!” she cried in a hoarse whisper. No answer. From her position, she could only see her feet on the rumpled sheets. “Michelle!” A little louder this time.

“Mmm,” she heard her murmur.

“Michelle! Wake up! This is our chance to escape!” She saw the feet move and heard a moan, followed by a choked sob.

“Michelle, honey, I know it hurts. They did it to me, too.” She tried to keep her voice calm. “But if we don’t get out of here now, they may kill us when they get back!” She heard the rustle of sheets and a very bedraggled looking Michelle stepped before her eyes. Debbie fought back tears at the
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sight of her friend.

“It’ll be ok! Quick! Untie me!” Michelle’s blank eyes stared vacantly for a moment, then she knelt down and began removing the straps from Debbie’s wrists and ankles. Once free, Debbie moved quickly, ignoring the burning pain in her ass, and gathered up their clothes.

“Come on! We can put these on outside!” She grabbed Michelle’s arm. “Let’s go!” With their clothing under one arm and pulling Michelle with the other hand, she pulled the door open and peered out into the hall. No one was there. At one end was a heavy wooden door, at the other was the steel door they’d come in through. There had been no handle on the outside, but there was a bar on the inside to open it. Debbie could see no lock and assumed it was a fire escape like they had at school that couldn’t be locked. They moved quickly down the hall and Debbie pushed on the metal bar. The door swung open with a clank and they stepped out into the dark alley. After checking to make sure they hadn’t been spotted, Debbie led Michelle as fast as possible down the dark alley toward a lit street at the far end. When they reached a couple of dumpsters near the end, Debbie ducked behind them, pulling Michelle in with her, and passed her clothes to her. She dressed quickly and watched for pursuers while Michelle managed to cover herself up. Debbie checked her clothing, wiped some dried cum from her face and gave her a half-hearted smile.

“Ok, let’s go find a cop! We’re free, Michelle! Free!”

Michelle managed a faint smile. After one more check down the alley, they ran out into the lit street. It was empty; no people, no cars. Little more than another alley. Debbie could see cars going by at both ends and they started out for the nearest end at a brisk walk, always looking behind them for any sign of pursuit.

A few minutes later, they emerged onto a busier street. A few cars whizzed by, but Debbie pulled Michelle out of sight next to a tall set of steps that led into one of the tenements. She’d waited too long and had been through too much to risk flagging down a car that may be their kidnappers. They could wait for a cop car.

After about fifteen minutes and no police cars, she was about to give up and try another street when she heard a slow moving vehicle approaching. She peered over the top of the steps and her heart skipped a beat when she saw a black Escalade like Carlos’ moving slowly along the street, as if searching for something, or someone. For now, they were out of sight behind the steps. But once the SUV passed the steps, they’d be sitting ducks. She took Michelle’s hand and stared into her vacant, cum-stained face.

“We may have to run for it. Can you do that?” Michelle looked at her, a hint of fear in her glassy eyes.

“R . . .run? Yeah . . . s . . . sure. I guess,” she replied, her eyes only half focused.

Debbie gripped her shoulders and gave her a shake. “Please, Michelle! This is a matter of life or death. If they catch us, they’ll kill us!”

That seemed to break through the fog a little more. Michelle nodded more sincerely. “I know. I’ll be ok.”

Debbie squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Ok.” She looked over the top of the steps again. The Escalade was closer now. The passenger window was down and she could see a muscular black arm leaning out of it. Joe!

Frantically, she looked down the street. If they ran the same way Carlos and Joe were moving, they would simply speed up and catch them in no time. If they ran the other way, past them, they may get a little further, but would still be easily caught. There was nothing to hide behind where they were now. Frustrated, she was trying to figure out what to do. They couldn’t be caught again! They would be killed for sure after escaping!

The SUV was almost to the steps. She could hear it’s idling engine and the sound of rap music coming from it’s speakers. She was about to grab Michelle and make a run for it, when it’s engine suddenly accelerated and it sped up, passing by just ten feet from where they crouched against the building. Joe and Carlos were both facing straight ahead.

‘What the . . .?’ Debbie thought. ‘Why did they do that?’ Her thoughts were cut off; her question answered when a police cruiser came into view behind Carlos and Joe. With a cry of joy, she jumped up and ran into the street in front of the cruiser, waving her arms, laughing and crying at the same time.

Chapter 20

A few minutes later, they were wrapped in blankets in the back seat of the police cruiser. Michelle sat quietly, tears of relief running down her face, while Debbie tried to explain everything they had been through to the two police officers. The officers listened to their story with shocked looks on their faces. They’d both seen a lot on the street, but Debbie’s story horrified them. From their bedraggled appearance, the way they were dressed, and Michelle was obviously in shock, they had no reason to doubt their story. Following Debbie’s directions, they returned to the building they’d just escaped from. One of the cops got out and knocked on the door. Debbie remembered the code Carlos had used and relayed it to the cop. A few moments later, a very surprised Kim opened the door.

“Is that one of them?” the other cop asked Debbie.

Michelle gripped Debbie’s arm. “Yes,” Debbie replied. “She helped them rape us.” Her voice was choked and she had to fight to keep from crying.

“It’s ok,” the cop said softly. “You’re safe now.” He picked up the microphone and radioed for backup, then opened his door. “Wait here. The doors are locked. No one can get to you,” he said and went over to where his partner was talking to Kim. Debbie and Michelle watched as he nodded to his partner and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. They faced Kim against the wall and cuffed her. Just then, another police car pulled up. Kim glared at them as she was led to the other car. Debbie calmly held up her middle finger and mouthed ‘Fuck you, bitch!’ as she passed by their window.

They watched as their rapists were brought out one by one, handcuffed, searched, and lined up along the wall to wait for the paddy wagon. The police officer that picked them up came over to the car and opened the door.

“We found six people inside. Is that all of them?” Debbie and Michelle scanned the faces of their torturers and nodded.

Debbie said, “That’s all of them, but there was a black Escalade looking for us. They’re the ones who brought us here, and . . .” She lowered her head.

“Did they . . . hurt you, too?” he asked gently, trying to conceal the anger in his voice. He had a twelve year old daughter and he couldn’t imagine what he would do if something like this happened to her. Debbie nodded, struggling against the tears.

“His name . . . is Carlos. His bodyguard is Joe,” she said.

The cop nodded. “Carlos has a shaved head and Joe is a big black guy?” he asked. Debbie looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears and nodded.

The cop smiled grimly. “We know who they are. Don’t worry, we’ll nail them.” He glanced over his shoulder at the prisoners. “If it’s any consolation, child molesters have a tough time in prison. And I plan to make sure that wherever they end up . . . and trust me, they’re all going away for a long time . . . but wherever they end up, I will personally ensure all the other cons know exactly what they did.” He fixed them with a grim smile. “They’re going to get first hand knowledge of how it felt to be in your shoes!” Debbie did get some satisfaction from his words, and settled back in the seat next to Michelle. She looked over to see an almost malevolent smile on Michelle’s lips as she watched Alex, Ron, David, Mark, and Karen be led into the paddy wagon. She noticed Debbie watching her and looked at her.

“I hope they get fucked up the ass every fucking day for the rest of their miserable lives!” she said matter-of-factly. Debbie stared at her. Was this the same meek, mild mannered girl she thought she knew? She found herself nodding in agreement.

“Me, too, honey. Me too.”


Chapter 21


A few minutes later, a black minivan arrived and the cop waiting with them explained that it was a special unit trained to help rape victims. The girls thanked him gratefully, hugging him warmly, before allowing the female officer from the minivan to lead them away. They went directly to the hospital, where they were each given thorough examinations, checked for STDs, and had semen and DNA samples taken for the investigation. And since they had not taken the time to wipe the various cum stains from their faces and bodies, there was plenty of evidence.

A couple of hours later they were lying in their beds in the same hospital room with a police guard at the door. Michelle had refused to be separated from Debbie and to be honest, Debbie wanted to stay with her, too. Two detectives had just left after asking them a few questions and told them that their parents had been notified and were on their way. Debbie looked over at Michelle, who was asleep thanks to the sedatives the doctor had given her. He explained to Debbie that she was in deep shock and would require extensive psychotherapy if she ever hoped to recover. He recommended therapy for her as well, although she appeared to be doing better than Michelle. The good news was that all the tests for STDs came back negative. And neither of them was pregnant. She lay staring blankly out the window, thinking about how much she’d grown up in the past few weeks and trying to think of a way to help rescue Katie and Carrie.

“Debbie? Oh my god, my baby!” Her mother rushed in and hugged her, her father following close behind. Debbie held them tight for a long time, all three sobbing with tears of relief and joy. They asked her where she had been, what had happened to her. She just shook her head. How could she explain to her parents what had been done to her?

“I called Carrie and Katie’s parents before we left. Do you know where they are?” her mother asked, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. Debbie shook her head sadly.

“We were separated the night they . . . took us. I haven’t seen them since, but I did hear from one other girl that she had seen Katie . . . um, about a week ago, I think. She said she was ok.” Her father was out in the hall, talking to the doctor. When he came back in, his face was dark. Debbie could see the frustrated anger in his eyes.

“Those . . . bastards!” he exclaimed, looking at her with tears in his eyes. “How could they . . .” He broke down, unable to continue. Her mother looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. She looked at Debbie, who decided she had to tell her.

“They . . .they raped us, Mom. Over and over and over . . .” She began to shake and sob and her mother held her in her arms, rocking her in that soothing way only mothers can do.

They were still hugging each other a few minutes later when Michelle’s parents arrived. She was still deep in a drug induced sleep. The doctors had gently explained to them what had happened to their daughter. Her mother came in and sat next to her, holding her hand and sobbing quietly, both in relief that she was alive and in sorrow for what she’d been through. Michelle’s father was a tall man who had the muscular physique of a linebacker. The pain in his eyes was clearly evident as he stood next to his wife and watched his daughter sleep.

After a few minutes, he turned to Debbie’s parents and introduced himself and his wife. He looked at Debbie and shook her hand firmly, but gently. “I understand you’re the reason you two were able to get away from those . . . those . . .” He choked back a sob, took a deep breath, and continued. “Please forgive me. When I think about what those . . . sick sons of bitches did to you, I just want to . . .” He paused again. “Anyway, I just want to thank you,” He gestured toward his wife. “We want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for bringing our baby home. If there’s ever anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.” Tears filled his eyes and ran down one cheek. “We thought we had lost her,” he said, his voice cracking. “And we may still. She certainly isn’t a baby anymore.” He looked over at Michelle.

“She’s stronger than you think,” Debbie said. “If it wasn’t for her untying me, we’d still be there.” She managed a weak smile. “She’s going to be ok.”

The big man looked into her eyes and patted her on the shoulder, before going back over to his wife and daughter. Debbie watched them for a moment, then turned to her parents.

“Mom, Dad, I want to help the police find Katie and Carrie, and all the other girls who they kidnaped.”

“Sweetie, let’s just worry about getting you taken care of. Leave that up to the police,” her mother said.

Debbie shook her head. “No. The doctors say I need therapy. I can’t think of any better therapy than helping to nail those . . .” She bit her tongue, almost calling them ‘fuckers’. “. . . bastards to the wall.”


Chapter 22


A few days later, Debbie was in her living room talking to Detectives Frank Green and Elaine Masters of the Special Victims Unit. They’d been talking since she was brought to the hospital and they knew everything she did about Donna and her gang of child molesters. She told them she wanted to help in their capture, actively. The two detectives exchanged glances.

“Uh, Debbie,” Detective Green said, “We appreciate your cooperation and you’ve already been a big help, but I’m afraid anything beyond that is simply out of the question.” Masters spoke up.

“We can’t allow a minor to be involved in an investigation, Debbie. I’m sorry.”

“But I’m already involved!” she protested. “What more can they possibly do to me?”

Elaine took a deep breath. “They could kill you, Debbie. Or recapture you.”

“But they’re my friends!” she pleaded. “I have to help them!”

Elaine took her hand. “We understand how you feel, but leave this to us, ok? We know how to handle these people.”

She could tell that she wasn’t going to get anywhere with them. She sighed resignedly. “Can you at least keep me updated on any progress?”

Elaine smiled and stood up. “That, we can do!” They both shook her hand and left her alone.

Her parents were still both at work. She thought about calling Michelle, but she was still at the shrink. In the days since her release from the hospital, her and Michelle had talked for hours on the phone and Debbie had gone to visit her every day. She was being released today after her therapy session and Debbie was planning to visit her at home tonight. She leaned back on the couch and thought. There had to be something she could do!

Then it hit her. The movies. They had to be selling the movies they made somehow. Probably over the internet. She picked up the phone and called her older brother, Tom. He was twenty-four and had been living in the city for almost two years. Maybe he could help her find out how they were doing it.

She explained her idea to him, swearing him to secrecy. He reluctantly agreed to help her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, he just didn’t want to put her in any danger. And he wanted to see the people who did this to his baby sister pay as much as Debbie did. He agreed to get back to her as soon as he knew something.

A few days later, Debbie was in her room. She had just gotten off the phone with Michelle, who seemed to doing much better, although she still had a long way to go. They both did. Debbie was also going to therapy, but she was careful not to let her detective work slip out. She wasn’t sure if the sessions were helping much, but it did feel good to talk about it. There was a quick knock at her door and Tom poked his head in.

“Hey there! How are you feeling today?”

“Tom! Hi! Come on in!” She and Tom had always been close, even though he was ten years older. There was never any sibling rivalry between them, probably because of the age difference. She gave him a hug, then in a hushed tone asked, “Did you find out anything?”

Tom sighed and held out a computer printout. “If the cops ever look at my computer to see what websites I’ve been visiting, they’ll throw me in jail!” he said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe all these sickos are free to sell their garbage to anyone with a computer and a credit card!”

Debbie scanned the paper. It was a list of websites that offered sex tapes of young girls, and boys. Most of them were set up so you could order on-line or by mail, using a PO box.

“Are you really going to stake out all these PO boxes?” Tom asked, looking over her shoulder at the list.

She nodded. “At least the ones here in town. It’s the only way I can think of to find them. It has to be one of them, and they’ll have to check it fairly regularly.”

“What if they see you and recognize you?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“I’ll wear a disguise,” she replied, studying the list. “A wig, dark glasses, and baggy clothes so they won’t be tempted to kidnap me again.” That part was supposed to be a joke, but Tom wasn’t laughing.

“Just be careful. And let me know when and where you’re going. I’ll come with you if I can,” he said.

She kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks, Tom. It really means a lot to me.”


Chapter 23


Three weeks later, Debbie was sitting near one of the PO boxes on the list at another post office in the city. Tom had been with her on most of her stake-outs, but today he was working. This was the seventh post office she’d watched and none of the people who’d picked up the mail at the other boxes looked familiar. She couldn’t be sure she would even know the person who picked up the mail, but at least she was doing something. She had met quite a few of Donna’s staff and she was hopeful whoever was picking up the mail would be someone she’d recognize. Her dark wig covered her blonde hair and she wore an old cap and loose fitting clothes, trying to appear as ordinary and unattractive as possible.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man enter the post office and approach the bank of PO boxes. Something about him seemed familiar and she casually glanced in his direction. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. There, not twenty feet from where she was sitting, was Andrew, the man who seduced and raped her! She quickly ducked her head behind the magazine she was holding and held her breath as he opened the box she was watching and collected some envelopes from it. He turned around, looking quickly around the room, then went back out the doors he came in through.

Acting on impulse, she ran to the doors and looked out in time to see him enter a subway station just outside. She went out and ran down the steps to the station. He was already past the turnstiles by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs. She bought a token and ran to the platform in time to see him standing on a train that was pulling out of the station. ‘Damn it!’ she thought, then considered what she’d almost done. What if she had managed to get on the train with him? What was she going to do? Make a citizen’s arrest? More likely, he’d just take her back to Donna and then what? They’d have to kill her, of course! She pulled the list of PO boxes from her pocket. She had to call Detective Masters. Maybe when she saw what Debbie had done, she’d let her at least watch as they picked up Donna and her cohorts. She smiled to herself. ‘I’ve got you, you bitch!’ she thought, and went back up to the street.


For the next three days, Debbie and Elaine waited in Elaine’s car outside the post office for Andrew to reappear. When she’d explained to Elaine how she found him, Elaine was impressed by her ingenuity and reluctantly agreed to ask her captain if Debbie could observe when they arrested the gang.

“But, you stay in the car!” Elaine had scolded her after she had obtained permission from her captain and Debbie had convinced her less than enthusiastic parents. Debbie agreed, but secretly hoped she could be there to see the look on Donna’s face when they slapped the cuffs on her.

They were parked across the street where they could see the subway station and the entrance to the post office. Two plainclothes cops were in the post office and two more were in the subway. Debbie and Elaine talked like old friends as they whiled away the hours. Debbie learned that Elaine was married to a lawyer who worked in the DA's office and had a four year old daughter.

“So you see, this case really hits home for me,” she said, sipping her coffee. Debbie nodded her understanding. She began telling Elaine that she was seriously considering a career in law enforcement. She wanted to help put sick people like Donna away so they couldn’t hurt anyone. Elaine was explaining to her how she had gotten interested in it when Andrew stepped out of the subway station and walked up the steps to the post office. She interrupted Elaine abruptly, almost yelling.

“That’s him!” she cried, pointing to him.

“Are you sure?” Elaine asked, picking up a pair of binoculars and training them on the slim young man.

“He pretended to be my friend, then raped me,” she said flatly, her eyes never leaving him. “I’m sure.” Elaine nodded and keyed her radio.

“Tall blonde man, Caucasian, wearing a blue windbreaker and jeans. He just walked from the subway and is now entering the post office.”

The radio crackled a second later. “We see him.” Elaine smiled at Debbie and she felt her heart rate increase. They had him!

A minute later, the radio crackled again and a woman’s hushed voice said, “He opened the box and retrieved several envelopes. He’s moving back toward the exit.”

Elaine keyed her mike. “Copy that. Are you ready, Frank?” Frank was one of the detectives in the subway station.

“I copy. We saw him get off the train. We won’t lose him.”

A moment later, Andrew left the post office and entered the subway station. After what seemed an eternity to Debbie, Frank’s voice barked from the radio. “He’s getting on the east bound train. We’re right behind him.”

Elaine acknowledged his transmission and started the car. “Now what?” Debbie asked as they pulled away from the curb.

“He got on the east bound train. We’ll follow it’s route up here until Frank tells us where he gets off. There are two other cars doing the same thing.” She glanced over and smiled. “Don’t worry. He’s not going to get away!” They drove in the general direction of the subway train. Every few minutes Frank would check in to keep them appraised. The minutes seemed like hours as they waited for word on where he got off. Then the radio crackled.

“He just exited the train at the West Island Station!”

“Copy that,” Elaine replied, squealing the tires as she made an abrupt turn to get them to the West Island station. “Our ETA is two minutes!” She made another turn and said, “It’s only a couple of blocks from here, but we won’t get too close in case he recognizes the car from the post office. We don’t want to spook him before he leads us to the others.” Debbie just nodded a reply, too excited and nervous to speak.

The radio came to life. “He’s walking south on Fifty-third.” They sat in silence as the moments ticked away. Finally, Frank said, “We’ve got him! He just went into an old warehouse . . .uhhh . . . number 10358 Fifty-third Street!”

Debbie sucked in her breath. “They took us to a warehouse . . . with a deep basement. All the rooms were down there.” Elaine nodded. Debbie and Michelle had both described Donna’s ‘studio’ to her in separate interviews. Their stories were nearly a perfect match, and more importantly, the warehouse Andrew had ducked into also matched their description.

Elaine picked up the mike. “Let’s all meet one block west. I want the building surrounded. Cover all the exits. No one gets out.” Several officers acknowledged her order and the radio came to life as they coordinated their surveillance.

When they arrived at the meeting area, three other unmarked cars were already there with a total of seven plainclothes cops. Elaine pulled up and rolled down her window. Frank leaned in.

“We’ve got one garage door on this side and a man door on the other where our mark went in,” he said, pointing in the direction of the two entrances. “There are a couple of other doors and several ground floor windows, but they’re all boarded up. Those two doors seem to be the only way in or out.”

“Good work,” Elaine replied. “Do you have the warrant? Is backup ready?”

Frank held up a piece of paper and nodded. “They’re waiting for our signal.”

Elaine took a deep breath and looked over at Debbie in the passenger seat. “Are you ready?” She nodded. “Then let’s do it!” Two of the cars roared off to cover one entrance. Elaine remained in the car with Debbie while Frank and two detectives went over to the man door next to the garage door. They were about to kick it open when it was suddenly opened from the inside and a very startled looking man, who Debbie knew as Mike, found himself staring into the barrels of three Glock automatic pistols. He raised his hands automatically and one of the detectives holstered his gun, spun him around against the wall, frisked and handcuffed him. He read him his rights as he led him over to Elaine’s car.

“I said, do you understand your rights, scumbag!” the detective was saying to him.

“Yes!” Mike growled in reply. “Do you understand police brutality?”
The detective ignored that comment. “Think you could babysit this dirtbag while we go see if his friends are home?” Elaine agreed and he pushed him into the back seat. Debbie turned to look at him through the plexiglass shield.

“Hello, Mike,” she said, fixing him with a flat stare. He jumped at the mention of his name and his eyes grew wide as he recognized Debbie. But he quickly fixed a sullen look on his face and stared out the window.

“My name isn’t Mike and I ain’t done nothin’!” he said. Debbie continued to stare at him for a few seconds, then turned around and looked out the windshield. Elaine smiled to herself. She was one cool little girl to be able to face her rapist so calmly.

A few minutes later, the radio crackled. “We found the elevator, but we need a key and a PIN number to operate it.”

Debbie gestured toward Mike. “He’s got a key and he knows the number.”

Elaine looked at him in the rear view mirror. “Shall we do this the easy way, or the hard way, Michael?”

He snuffed indignantly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Elaine grinned. “Ok, the hard way, then!” She winked at Debbie. “Here’s the deal. You are going to jail. That is a certainty. For a long time.” She paused, letting him absorb her words, then continued. “Now, you’re a pretty good looking guy. If the other inmates were to somehow discover that you were serving time for multiple child rapes, I think it will give the term ‘hard time’ a whole new meaning, don’t you think?”

Mike swallowed a big lump in his throat. “I didn’t rape no kids!”

Debbie rolled her eyes. “Hello! I’m right here, asshole! After what you and your friends did to me, I might not be a kid anymore, but I sure as hell was when you made me suck your filthy cock!”

Mike was silent for a long moment. He seemed to realize that they had him and said, “What if I cooperate . . . can we cut a deal?”

“No deals,” Elaine said firmly without hesitating. “All I can do is promise not to spread any rumors about your sexual preferences around the cell block.”

Mike sighed dejectedly and leaned his head against the back of the seat. “It’s on the chain around my neck.”

“And the PIN code?” Elaine asked.

“Two-eight-seven-three,” he replied in a defeated tone.

Elaine retrieved the key and called for someone to come and get it. When a detective came over to get it, Elaine said, “Do me a favor, Rick. Bring them all out this door.” The detective smiled and nodded, then ran back into the warehouse. A few minutes later, Frank said over the radio, “The key and PIN number worked. We’re going down.”

“Copy that,” Elaine replied. “I’m calling in backup!” She switched frequencies and gave the signal for the marked cruisers and paddy wagons to roll in, then switched back to Frank’s frequency. Ten long minutes passed before they heard any more from Frank. His voice was excited and they could hear other voices in the background.

“We’ve got about nine suspects and maybe a dozen very scared young girls in here! All clear!”

“Roger that! Good work!” She beamed at Debbie, who couldn’t stop herself from grinning broadly. “We got them!”

“I hope Carrie and Katie are all right,” Debbie said, her smile fading. The patrol cars had arrived a few minutes earlier and Mike had been put into another car for transport to jail.

Elaine thought for a moment, then said, “Do you want to go in and see if we can find them?”

Debbie’s face lit up. “Could we?!”

Elaine nodded. “Sure. Frank said it’s all clear. Let’s go!” She put her arm around Debbie’s shoulders and they both went inside. Debbie paused at the foot of the stairs, remembering the first time she had been here.

“Are you ok?” Elaine asked, pausing on the bottom step. Debbie took a deep breath and stepped up behind her.

“Yeah, just a lot of bad memories. I’ll be ok.” They went up the stairs and through the door at the top to the hallway where the elevator was. A uniformed officer was standing guard at the elevator doors. He nodded to Elaine, but gave Debbie a doubtful look.

“It’s ok. My responsibility,” Elaine told him and he stepped aside so they could get in. As the elevator moved downward, Debbie’s emotions were in a turmoil. She was excited about hopefully rescuing Carrie and Katie, but was terrified at the thought of seeing Donna’s cold eyes again. Then there was the possibility that Donna may not have been there when the police raided. Or that Carrie and Katie may have been sold like her and Michelle and weren’t there.

The elevator stopped, interrupting her thoughts. She took a deep breath as the doors slid open. The familiar carpeted hallway stretched out before her. Several uniformed and plainclothes cops milled about and everyone seemed to be talking at once. Elaine stepped out. Debbie hesitated a second, then followed her. Elaine spoke to a detective and he pointed her toward a door. She took Debbie’s hand.

“This way, Debbie. The girls are all in here.” They walked toward a door maybe twenty feet down the hall. As they passed an open door, Debbie heard a voice that sent shivers down her spine.

“I know my rights! And I want my lawyer!”
Debbie stopped and looked through the doorway. Donna was sitting on a bed, her hands handcuffed behind her back, arguing with one of the detectives. She was facing away from the door and didn’t see Debbie walk in, with Elaine following close behind her. She stopped just inside the door. Donna was cursing and swearing, threatening to sue, and basically being a bitch. The detective she was yelling at looked over her head at Elaine and shook his head.

“This, uh . . . lady . . . claims she was only here looking at the place to possibly rent it. Says she had no idea what they were doing down here.”

Donna turned around. “That’s right! I’m completely innocent and I want . . .” She stopped talking when she saw Debbie staring coldly at her.

“It’s over, Donna. And you’re going to pay for what you did to us,” Debbie said quietly, never taking her eyes off Donna’s. She looked up at the detective she had been yelling at. “She’s the boss. She gave all the orders.” She looked back down at Donna, who was glaring at her. “The stare won’t work, Donna. I’m not afraid of you anymore.” She moved a little closer, her movements slow and deliberate. Her hands were steady. Donna laughed and looked up at Elaine.

“Well, well! Who is this little wench? Some street whore you dug up to frame me?” Debbie held her eyes on Donna’s.

“It won’t work, you evil bitch. You’re going to jail for the rest of your miserable fucking life and I hope someone reams your tight ass with a broomstick at least once a day!” With that, Debbie held her gaze for a few more seconds, then turned and walked out. Donna’s mouth dropped open and the detective stifled a laugh. Elaine was amazed that Debbie had the resolve to even face her, and was more than a little impressed with her speech! She shook her head, chuckling. This was one tough little girl!

Debbie walked down to the room where all the abducted girls were and paused at the door. Taking a deep breath, she went in. There were maybe a dozen young girls in various skimpy costumes all being questioned by different police officers. She recognized Zoe, Jessica, and Darlene from the movie she had started with them.

“Debbie!”
She turned to see Carrie running toward her. Katie spun around and was soon following her across the room. They embraced, laughing and crying, all trying to talk at once. Elaine walked over and stood watching them, a smile on her face. A plainclothes cop came over to her.

“I need to finish debriefing those two,” he said.

Elaine slapped his shoulder. “Aw, leave them alone. They’re not going anywhere for a while.” She walked over to Debbie. “I see you found your friends!” she said, smiling. Debbie smiled up at Elaine, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“But Donna told us they sold you to a street pimp for disobeying!” Katie was saying. “We didn’t know you were still here!”

Debbie shook her head. “I was . . . me and another girl, Michelle. But we escaped and came back for you!”

Elaine squeezed Debbie’s shoulders. “Debbie’s the reason we found you. She’s one hell of a detective!”

Carrie and Katie stared at her, wide-eyed. “Really?” Carrie said. “You did this!?” Debbie shrugged and looked down.

Elaine laughed. “Now, now! Don’t be shy! You’re a hero!” She explained what happened to Carrie and Katie. As she did, a few other girls drifted over, listening to the story of their rescue. When she was finally wrapping up the story, all of the girls were listening intently.

Katie took her hands in hers and looked her in the eyes. “You did all that . . . for us?” Debbie, embarrassed by all the attention, merely shrugged.

“Well, you guys are my best friends! I couldn’t just leave you here with that bitch!” She looked around at the others. She recognized a few of them; most she didn’t know. She did know the scared look on their faces, though. “I couldn’t leave any of you here, for that matter!” She grinned at Carrie and Katie. “I really nailed that skank, didn’t I!”

A loud cheer went up and all the girls ignored the police officers trying to interview them and clustered around Debbie, thanking her with hugs and slaps on the back. One of the cops walked over and stood by Elaine.

“You realize now that we’ll have to start over,” he said, watching the cheering, giggling girls.

Elaine watched them celebrate for a few seconds before answering.

“Yeah, but look at them. It’s not that big of a deal to start over, is it?”

The officer looked at them, then smiled and shook his head. “No, I guess it isn't,” was all he said before going back to the other detectives.


The End