Joy, Pain, and All Between Ch. 07

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Hey guys. I hope you enjoy. This chapter was a tuffy. Hopefully the next one will be easier. And I actually took the time to edit it…YAY ME!!! 🙂

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“Nice. Looks like someone worked this baby over pretty good.” Joel stared at her.

“Brittani…you know anything about this?”

“Maybe…” she said running her manicured fingers along the body of his car.

“Maybe? Look, you know how important this car is to me. I know you didn’t do this” he asked more than he stated.

Silence.

“Tell me you didn’t do this.”

“You know…I did see someone. I saw this tall black guy over here with a bat, but…”

“Brittani don’t fucking play with me. What did you see?”

“Joel, it didn’t have to be this way. You made it. You could have been happy with me, but…I play second fiddle to no one.”

“Brittani I swear…”

“On your dad?”

“What the fuck did you say?”

“You know what…I remember now. The guy. I’d seen him around campus with your little bitch. I heard they used to be an item. That was until you came along. What’s his name? Mitchell?…Micheal?…Max?…”

“Brittani…” Joel felt like punching the hell out of something. Brittani was standing right there…no…he couldn’t do that.

“Mikeal…that’s right. Word is he has a vengeance against you. You really should be careful Joel. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt…” she said walking off.

********* *** **********

“Gaelan wait. Mikeal found Joel.”

“What?”

“Skyler just called and said that Mikeal beat his car or something.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“I don’t like the prick anyway.”

“Who Joel?”

“Yes. Your precious pretty boy Joel.”

“Why not?”

“Does it matter?” he quipped. “I’m leaving. You coming or not?” Lacey glared at Gaelan. She grabbed her keys and coat, and they headed out the front door.

********* *** **********

“Why didn’t I just tell him?” Skyler asked herself. “Now he thinks I had something to do with this. FUCK!! Stupid mother fu–“. Skyler heard a thunderous knock on the door. She stared at it. Was Mikeal coming back to brag? No. He wouldn’t dare show his face anymore. She peeped through the peephole before opening the door.

Skyler opened the door and Joel let himself in. “Mikeal? That’s his name?” Skyler stood there in shock.

“What?”

“You heard me Skyler. Don’t play dumb.” Joel was pissed. He still felt like hitting something.

“Yes. His name’s Mikeal.”

“And you didn’t tell me this because…?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? I got some dude I don’t even know, who is looking for me, and you couldn’t give me a fucking heads up? I gotta hear this shit from Brittani?”

“Brittani?”

“Yea. Tells me since I’m fucking with you, he wants to beat my ass. First off, you could’ve told me you had a boyfriend. Secondly, you damn sure didn’t act like you had a guy. And thirdly, if you want him, you better keep him far from me, ’cause if someone even approaches me wrong, I’m throwing blows.” He was a little to close for Skyler’s comfort. And him yelling at her damn sure didn’t help matters.

“Joel, hold up. Don’t come at me like that. I broke up with Mikeal before I fucking knew you. Secondly, what the fuck does Brittani know? Wait…Brittani…Mikeal…”

“What?”

“Mikeal came here last week. You came up…I was trying to figure out how he knew…but…it was a few days after we saw her at the restaurant…”

“Where is he?

“I’m not sure…Lace and Gaelan are looking for him.”

“Gaelan?”

“Yea.”

“What the fuck? Gaelan? What does that mother fucker have to do with this?”

“Forget that. How about Brittani?”

“What about her?”

“What’s Brittani’s address?”

“I’m not giving it to you, Skyler.”

“Why not? That bitch is the cause of this. She’s the one who went back running her big ass mouth to Mikeal. She’s the reason he came here. SHE’s the fucking reason he had me pressed against the wall with a bloody lip. That shit’s not gonna slide. I warned her. I fucking warned her. Now I have to fuck her up” Skyler said breathlessly. She didn’t mean for all of that to come out.

“What? He did what?”

“He came here.”

“I know that Skyler. What did you say after that?” Skyler lowered her eyes to look at the floor. Joel lifted her chin and spoke softly. “Skyler did he put his hands on you?” She nodded. fatih escort bayan “Pussy” he mumbled. “Is that why you didn’t want to tell me?”

“Kinda.”

“Kinda? Skyler, I thought we had this connection. A friendship in the least. You won’t talk to me.”

“I don’t need to talk.”

“Everyone needs to talk Skyler. We all have shit stored away in the back of our mind. Stuff we don’t want to talk about. But eventually, it has to come out.”

“Like what Joel? What do you have stored away in that perfect little fairy tale mind of yours, huh? What, how many girls you’ve fucked?”

“Why do you keep bringing that shit up? I never claimed to be a saint, Skyler. I’m not a bad person. I have fucking feelings just like you do.” He turned and walked away from her. Skyler felt like shit for blowing up on him. He really wasn’t a bad person.

“I’m sorry, Joel. I didn’t mean it like that. I just–“

“My dad was a sailor. He joined the navy after he graduated from high school. He met my mom and my brother was born. Then me. He had two kids and was very dedicated to his work. Mom was worried he may get shipped off one day and not come back. When I was 7, Dad decided it was time for him to do something else. He was the kind of man who liked to help everyone. So he joined the force. I was proud of my Dad as a sailor. I was a little skittish about the police thing though. I was young, but I knew the dangers. A year later, my little sister was born. When I was 10, he was killed. During a routine traffic stop. If he was gonna be killed, let him die in a heist or something. Something brave. Not a fucking traffic stop. I was so pissed. At everyone, especially my mom. I blamed her. If she hadn’t ran her mouth, he would be sailing the seas right now. Not at a fucking cemetery. He missed out on everything. My graduation, my brother’s graduation, Jerry’s first day of school, recital…everything.

I got a tattoo on my back when I was 16. Walker and the anchors.” He motioned towards his back. “My brother has one too, but not the anchors. Mom didn’t like it. I didn’t care. I didn’t like her. I was angry with her for years. I just recently came to terms with it.” Skyler continued to listen. She saw the pain in his eyes as he talked.

“Dad left me that car, and my brother his motorcycles. It still hurts. Not a fucking car in the world could ease the pain. After all these years. That car is all I…” he drifted. “I have to fuck him up” he said with balled fists. “I have to. If not for me, for my dad.”

Wow, Skyler thought. He did have feelings. And now she knew why he was so upset about the car. It was like a memorabilia of his father. He hurt just as much as she did. Skyler stepped towards him and spread her arms. He walked into them and they stood there. Embracing each other.

Skyler reached up and locked her arms behind his neck and kissed his chin. She then stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his lips. He hesitated at first, but then kissed her back. Gently at first, and then more firmly. He licked her bottom lip and she moaned, allowing his tongue’s entrance to caress hers. She moaned again as his hands roamed down her torso and wrapped around her bottom, lifting her up. He walked them into what he remembered to be her bedroom, and kicked the door closed. He placed her down onto her feet and she stood there timidly. Very much unlike the last time they were in this situation. He leaned down and gave her a reassuring kiss. When he opened his eyes and looked at her, hers were still closed. Her eyelashes then fluttered as she blinked a few times before opening them. Staring at him.

Skyler opened her eyes and he was staring at her. Damn he’s cute, she thought. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to go down this road with him again. Last time, she had a little liquid courage. This time, it was just them. She continued staring at him, and watched his expression change from lustful to blank. His eyes flickered from side to side trying to read her. Cute. She smiled and so did he. She lightly kissed him before reaching down, unbuckling his belt. He gently pushed her hands away and motioned for her to sit on the bed. He unbuttoned his dark blue jeans and un-tucked and took off his black polo and beater. He kicked off his shoes and pants, and was left in his socks and black boxer briefs, which hugged his toned thighs and manhood tightly. He walked over to Skyler and kissed her forehead. My God, she istanbul bayan escort thought. He knelt down and untied her sneakers before pulling them off. Skyler stared down at him as he caressed the bare skin left exposed between her pink tee shirt and jeans before unbuttoning them, motioning for her to stand. She did so, and he pushed down her jeans and she stepped out of them. He pulled her shirt over her head and threw it in the corner of the room. She stood there in nothing but her pink and white matching panty/bra set and socks. Joel reached up and unclasped her hair letting it fall and frame her face.

He lifted her again before lying her down on the bed, with him between her thighs. He kissed her neck and followed a trail down her body. He kissed the valley between her breasts after unclasping the hook in the front of her bra, gently maneuvering it off of her body. He licked and sucked on both taut nipples, eliciting a moan from her. Her went lower and placed wet kisses on her stomach. He stopped and looked up at her. She looked down at him through hooded lids, so he continued. He pulled them down slowly, kissing each exposed inch as he pulled them off of her body. She shivered when her lifted and spread her thighs, positioning his face between them.

Her gently sucked on each nether lip before slipping his tongue between her inner lips. Skyler moaned and grabbed his head, pressing him forward. His tongue slid back and forth. He licked her glistening bud before plunging his tongue into her hot, wet core. Skyler thought she would die right then and there. If she had, she’d die happy and in a very compromising position. Before she knew it she felt her orgasm rush over her. She tried to say something, but she couldn’t. She tried to push and pull his face away, but he wouldn’t budge. She rode it out and when she was done, Joel was looking up at her. The tip of his nose and his lips were glossy with her fluids. She laughed. He smiled up at her and lied over her and kissed her, making her taste herself. Not bad, she thought.

Joel stood and looked down at Skyler. She thought we was leaving or something until he hooked his thumbs into the sides of his boxers and yanked them down. There was Joe Jr. looking back at her. He climbed back onto the bed between her spread legs. He kissed while positioning himself at her entrance. He caught the moan that escaped her lips when he slid into her. “Goddamnit.” He thrust into her as she lifted her hips for a better angle. He then lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders. He plunged into her, causing her knees to press into her chest. Sex with this man couldn’t be anything less than extraordinary…

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“Gaelan, you need to calm down. He could be anywhere.” They were parked outside Gaelan’s apartment. They had been to Mikeal’s house, work, and hangout. Mikeal was nowhere.

“I am calm, Lacey” he said frustrated while gripping the steering wheel. Gaelan wasn’t calm. But it wasn’t all Mikeal’s fault. He was still frustrated about the whole Gaelan/Lacey situation. He waited awhile before he spoke, choosing his words carefully. “Why did you do it?” Lacey knew what he was talking about.

“Gaelan, I never meant to hurt you…”

“But you did” he interrupted.

“But it wasn’t my intention. Trust me.” Lacey searched for the right words to say. “Gaelan, I thought we wanted the same thing. A no-strings-attached sort of thing. If I had known we were on two different pages, I would’ve ended it long before you found out.” Gaelan had sat in his car waiting to surprise Lacey with an unexpected visit. Joke was on him. He saw Lacey leaving her apartment, locked arms and lips with another guy.

“I wish you had Lacey” he said before starting up his truck. “That way, I wouldn’t have been sitting there looking like a complete ass.” Lacey felt like shit. She liked Gaelan…too much. She wasn’t ready for a relationship, so she shied off trying to escape the feelings she felt for Gaelan. She felt it was time to tell him the truth.

“I’m so sorry, Gaelan.” She massaged his hand that was still firmly gripping the steering wheel. “I. I was…I felt myself…”

“It doesn’t matter, Lacey. Let’s go look again,” he said before speeding off.

********* *** **********

“Which one?”

“That one” Skyler said pointing at Mikeal. After their “encounter”, Joel had talked Skyler into showing him where Mikeal lived. They were parked bağcılar escort bayan in the parking lot outside of his apartment complex. He had just arrived with a few of his friends.

“Okay.” Joel undid his seatbelt and opened the driver’s door of Skyler’s Mustang.

“Joel. No. Please. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Me? Hurt? Skyler, this dude fucked up the one thing…the ONE thing that means the most to me. If anybody’s gonna get hurt, it’s gonna be that mother fucker.” Joel got out and slammed the door closed. It sent chills down Skyler’s spine. She’d never seen him so upset before. She got out and Joel strolled over to Mikeal with what she thought was false confidence. Dear Lord, please don’t let him get hurt, she prayed quietly.

“Mikeal?” Joel said pointing at him.

“Who’s asking?” was all Mikeal got out before Joel’s right fist connected with his left cheek.

“Me mother fucker.” Joel landed another blow on the opposite cheek when Mikeal’s head whipped around. Mikeal slumped when Joel punched him in the stomach. “You fucked with the wrong one, you fucking faggot.” Mikeal’s “friends” watched on as Joel beat the hell out of Mikeal. Skyler was blown away. She had seen Mikeal fight. Maybe it was pure luck he had won, because he was definitely getting his ass handed to him now. “AND DIDN”T YOUR MOTHER TEACH YOU NOT TO PUT YOUR HANDS ON A WOMAN? You wanna fight somebody, fight me bitch!” Joel kicked Mikeal in the side before Gaelan came out of nowhere and rushed over and pulled him back. Lacey ran over to the side of the Mustang where Skyler stood.

“That’s enough man.” Gaelan pushed Joel in Skyler and Lacey’s direction before picking up Mikeal. “You alright man?” Gaelan asked, dusting off Mikeal’s clothes. Mikeal nodded in the positive. His head then snapped to the right after Gaelan laid a forceful blow on him. “You still alright mother fucker?” Gaelan spit out. “You’d better stay as far away from Skyler as humanly fucking possible, or I swear to God, when I’m done with you, your mother won’t be able to identify your fucking body, you hear me?”

Mikeal lay limply on the ground with blood pools forming around his nose and mouth. He heard alright. Skyler kind of felt sorry for Mikeal. He took a hell of an ass-whipping from her boys. That wouldn’t be the only one getting handed out tonight.

********* *** **********

“Brittani?”

“Joel?”

“Yea. It’s me. Look, I’m sorry about everything. You were right, I was wrong. What can I do to make it right?” Brittani couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Joel was finally admitting he was wrong, which was something he rarely ever did. Her plan had worked perfectly. He had turned on Skyler and now he was all hers. Life was good.

“Can I come over to your place? You can show me just how sorry you are.”

“Sounds great. And look, Brittani, I really am sorry. You’re gonna get everything you deserve.”

“It’s about time Joel” she said before hanging up and searching for her coat. Joel felt bad about what was about to happen, but Skyler had bribed him into it. It was getting harder and harder to say no to her.

********* *** **********

When Brittani arrived at Joel’s house, everything was perfect. Her boobs were up, hair sprayed, tight jeans. She was going to make him work for it…maybe not. She knocked on his door and he yelled out that it was open. She walked in and looked around. She didn’t see Joel. The door slammed behind her, and her green eyes clashed with dark brown ones. Angry dark brown ones. Skyler smiled despite the anger flashing in her eyes. “Brittani.”

“What the hell are you doing here? Where’s Joel?”

“He’s in t he back. He didn’t want to witness what I’m gonna do to you.”

“You aren’t gonna do anything to me. I’m Brittani–” Skyler really didn’t care who she was anymore. She slapped Brittani across her cheek and watched it turn bright red. She liked that. She slapped her again before pushing her, causing her to lose her balance and land onto the couch. Skyler climbed on top of her and pounded on her. Brittani threw her manicured hands up to defend herself scratched Skyler in the face. Skyler saw red. She pounded and pounded, and before she knew it, two strong arms lifted her and pushed her against the wall.

“That’s enough Skyler,” Joel said. Skyler was out of it. She was alert and could hear her own heartbeat. She hated getting angry. Brittani scurried and got up running towards the door.

“You bitch!! You black bitch!! You think you’ve gotten the best of me? You haven’t seen anything yet. You wait!” Skyler pushed herself off the wall and grabbed out, trying to get a hold of Brittani. Joel picked her up and told Brittani to get the fuck out. He didn’t know why he had let Skyler talk him in to this. He knew nothing good would come of it.

Chechen Muslim Heroine

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“To be a Chechen Muslim woman is to fight when it feels like the entire world is against you,” said Maaret Salamovich, and with that, the young woman walked out of the manager office with her head held high. No use crying over spilt milk, or so the western cliché went in such situations. As far as Maaret was concerned, Walter, the Tim Horton’s manager could take this damn job and shove it where the sun did not shine.

“Maaret, you should not have lost your cool while dealing with that customer, even if he was angry,” Walter said, somewhat dismissively. Maaret’s sole reply was a casual shrug. This particular conversation was basically over. The annoying little man and all of his ilk could go to hell for all that Maaret cared. No job was worth the young woman sense of dignity, and the bigoted bozo who made a negative comment about her Hijab deserved every insult she threw his way…

Maaret was born in the Aul ( a type of fortified village commonly found throughout the Caucasus Mountains ) of Aldi, in the Sunzha River Valley, a territory that links the realms of North Ossetia, Ingushetia and Chechnya. The blood of the stoic, embattled Chechen Muslim people flowed through her veins, and even after living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, for three years, there were certain things that she simply could not do…

In the City of Ottawa, Ontario, one of the first things that Maaret noticed was how damn passive-aggressive and fake the people were. In the nation of Chechnya, and the rest of the Russian Federation for that matter, people did not hide how they felt. As a Chechen Muslim woman, Maaret was well aware of how most ethnic Russians felt about her, and she would fearlessly stare back at them, practically daring them to say something.

“Russians hate us and they’re our enemies until the day of judgement,” Maaret’s father Timur Salamovich, Imam of the village of Aldi, warned her. Father and daughter visited the City of Moscow, Capital of Russia, for the first time four years ago. Dressed in traditional Islamic garb, they definitely stuck out in the vast metropolis where most of the residents were ethnic Russians, as to be expected.

“No way I can forget, Otets ( Father ), trust me,” Maaret replied, and together, the father and daughter visited the prestigious Moscow State Forest University. Maaret wanted to become an engineer and work in the environmental sector. Once upon a time, Maaret aspired to become a caretaker for the vast and varied environment that was the Russian landscape, preserving nature as the population continued to grow. Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

Tensions between Russia proper and the Chechen people were nothing new, but the Russian government feared Chechnya’s renewed push for independence. In the past, religious leaders like Sheikh Mansur had led the Chechen people into open rebellion against Russian armed forces. when Maaret’s father Imam Timur spoke at a gathering of Chechen Muslim students in Moscow, the government went ahead and grabbed the old man, locking him up without a trial.

“Flee this country, my dear, Russia is not safe for you,” Imam Timur said to Maaret, the very last time that she laid eyes on her father. He was being kept in a holding cell at the Russian Ministry of the Internal Affairs, having been transferred there by the Moscow City Police. The only reason Maaret had been allowed to visit Imam Timur was because she was his only daughter…

“Otets ( Father ), I won’t abandon you,” Maaret protested, and then she was dragged away from the visiting area by armed guardsmen. Maaret was unceremoniously tossed out of the building by the guardsmen, and tossed onto the busy, snow-covered street. As the young woman, humiliated and hurt, struggled to get back to her feet, one of the guardsmen called her Chechenets Shlyukha, Russian for “Chechen whore.”

With tears in her eyes, Maaret walked away, and then she fled Moscow that very night. With the help of old family friends, Maaret left Russia and spent some time in the United Kingdom, seeking asylum status. This was in the days after the Boston incident, and just like its close ally America, the United Kingdom wanted nothing to do with Chechens. For Maaret, the choice had been made, she would go to Canada.

At first, Maaret Salamovich was in love with Canada, the only country that welcomed the rootless exile that she was. Canada possessed far more racial and cultural diversity than Russia proper ever would, but in time, the young woman learned that this wondrous new country had its own problems. In Russia, hatred for those who are different is as common as snowflakes in winter, but in Canada, the xenophobia was carefully hidden.

Maaret had seen the way that those supposedly prim and proper Canadians treated those who did not look like them. As an Eastern European Muslim woman who wore the Hijab, Maaret was a mystery to them, and they did not know what to make of her. Many of them wondered if she might be from Turkey or Iran, but Maaret always proudly claimed taksim escort bayan her Chechen roots…

As far as Maaret was concerned, she was a Muslim first, a Chechen second, and everything else was third. When white Canadians made remarks about Muslims, mistakenly believing that every Muslim was a non-white person from the black and brown areas of the world, Maaret spoke up without fear or shame. Astonished expressions and dead silence would often follow those outbursts…

Maaret walked out of Tim Horton’s and kept on walking until she reached the bus stop, conveniently located about two hundred meters from the restaurant. The OC Transpo bus came, and Maaret pressed her sky-blue student bus pass against the green card reader machine, it made that pop noise, and she nodded at the smiling bus driver then headed deeper into the packed vehicle.

In rural Chechnya, the dirt roads and rocky outcroppings make for bumpy rides as buses navigate the rugged terrain. Maaret did not exactly miss those roads, but she did not care for the packed buses. Ottawa was big, as far as she was concerned, and it only had about a million inhabitants. Canada had bigger cities like Montreal and Toronto, and the very thought of being surrounded by so many people made Maaret feel quite uncomfortable.

Maaret stood in the middle of the bus, holding onto a yellow bar, sandwiched between a trio of young men in matching Ottawa Senators jackets, and an old couple that looked at her with undisguised curiosity. Maaret sighed, and her eyes fell upon a brown-skinned, attractive young woman in a Hijab and long dress. The young woman looked at Maaret, and smiled, and Maaret returned the smile. Nice to see a fellow Muslim, Maaret thought.

One of the things that Maaret likes about her new city is the fact that there are lots of Muslims around, and they come from all over. Africans, Arabs, South Asians, and even new Muslims from places like the Caribbean, Latin America and elsewhere. At the Mosque where Maaret went to pray early in the morning on Fridays, there were sisters and brothers of all hues, celebrating their Islamic faith. It was a beautiful thing.

“Sister, would you like to sit down?” came an unfamiliar male voice, and Maaret blinked in surprise, and looked at the stranger. The tall, dark-skinned young man rose from his seat, and flashed her a smile before gently bowing his head. Maaret looked at the young fellow, and guessed him to be Muslim judging by the dark blue Thawb he wore over blue jeans, and the azure Kufi hat he wore.

“Um, thank you brother,” Maaret said after a brief hesitation, then she sat down. The young man nodded, and said nothing else. He looked at his watch, and pursed his lips. Maaret, who’d been standing for the past five hours working at Tim Horton’s, was more than happy to grab a seat. Working on her feet all day was tiring, but dealing with irate customers, and unsupportive managers, well, that took the damn cake.

The bus headed downtown, and Maaret watched as throngs of young people about her age got on at Baseline, most of them pouring in from nearby Algonquin College. Having recently gained her permanent residence in Canada after years of immigration limbo, Maaret could finally study, and work, and do a lot of other things that Canadian citizens took for granted. I will get an education and make my Otets proud, Maaret silently vowed.

Maaret sat there, musing on the future, as the bus continued on its way. At Lincoln Fields Station, a trio of young men came in, and one of them was holding onto his coffee cup when the bus suddenly lurched forward. The Thawb-wearing, dark-skinned young man who’d give Maaret his seat earlier had been standing next to the coffee cup guy, and when the bus shook, his elbow bumped the other guy’s, causing him to drop his coffee.

“Hey, Muslim dude, you made me drop my shit,” Mr. Coffee Cup said, and he looked at his spilled cup, then at the brother, whose face was carefully blank. When he didn’t seem to get a reaction out of the other guy, Mr. Coffee Cup got in his face, then shoved him. Hard. Twice. The Thawb-wearing brother’s reaction was instantaneous. He swung his fist, and struck Mr. Coffee Cup in the jaw.

Mr. Coffee Cup went down like a sack of potatoes, and his two companions whirled on the brother, ready to throw down. Watching the three-way melee along with her fellow passengers, Maaret could not believe what she was seeing. The brother fought valiantly, but he was outnumbered, and the two men he faced were much bigger than Mr. Coffee Cup had been.

“Always defend your fellow Muslims,” Maaret’s father often told her back in Chechnya, and in the old man’s absence, the young woman heeded his words faithfully. With a war cry whose fierceness surprised even her, Maaret jumped into the fray. At five-foot-nine and a measly one hundred and forty five pounds, Maaret was no dainty dame, so when she balled her fist and struck one of the bullies in the jaw, the istanbul escort bayan bozo definitely felt it.

“Bitch, you’re with this negro?” said the bully, a burly, red-haired guy with a beard, rubbing his jaw. Maaret shrugged, and when he swung on her, she ducked his fist like she’d seen her idol, MMA and UFC legend Ronda Rousey do, and caught his arm in an arm bar. The guy howled in pain as Maaret twisted with all of her might, and she continued twisting until she felt something pop.

The Thawb-wearing brother had his own opponent in a headlock when the bus driver pulled to a full stop. Fellow passengers separated the combatants, and people looked at Maaret and the tall, dark-skinned stranger as though they had two heads. Maaret looked at them, these bewildered, shocked Canadians, and then looked at the aftermath of what she and her fellow Muslim had done.

Mr. Coffee Cup was still unconscious, his buddy had a broken arm, and the third guy was bleeding from the forehead and lip, where Mr. Thawb had struck him. We must leave here pronto, Maaret thought, and she looked at the bus driver, a silver-haired guy with brown skin, and saw him speaking on the phone, presumably contacting the authorities.

“Brother, we must go,” Maaret said, grabbing Mr. Thawb by his sleeve, and the young black man looked at her, seemingly in shock. Maaret made a beeline for the backdoor, and pushed the door. She pressed the yellow button, as hard as she could, but the door would simply not open. We’re fucked, Maaret thought. At any moment the OC Transpo Special Constables would come and place her and the African dude under arrest for daring to whoop some racist butt.

“Sister, allow me,” Mr. Thawb said, and when Maaret stepped back, the burly young black man leaned against the door with his shoulder. Maaret winced when she heard something crunch, and then the door opened. As the shocked passengers looked on, the two brawlers exited the bus, and made a beeline for the patch of greenery surrounding the nice-looking houses lining up the last bus stop before Westboro Station.

“That was frigging close,” Maaret said, smiling, to Mr. Thawb as they sat inside the Bridgehead coffee house located on Mac Rae Avenue, in the heart of beautiful, trendy Westboro. The young man nodded at her, and rubbed his wrist, and when Maaret asked to see it, he showed her. Maaret winced when she saw a nasty gash on his wrist, and then offered him a napkin which he dutifully pressed against it.

“Sister, I wish to thank you for helping me back there, I am Rashid Akol of South Sudan,” the young man said at last. Maaret nodded and then, impulsively, made a fist and held her hand in the air. Rashid looked at her blankly, and Maaret rolled her eyes. This brother is definitely from far away, he doesn’t even seem to know the North American cultural stuff, Maaret thought, amazed.

“Nice to meet you, Rashid, um, you’re supposed to bump that,” Maaret said, laughing, and Rashid nodded, blinked, and then gently pressed his balled fist against hers. The young woman shook her head, and then sipped her coffee. She looked at her new acquaintance, if that’s what he was, and wondered about him. Maaret hadn’t sustained any injuries during their brawl against the bus bully trio, but Rashid had, but was bearing his wound with a stoic dignity worthy of a Chechen.

“I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, I’m an international student, and my father warned me about getting into trouble in Ottawa,” Rashid said, and his broad shoulders sagged sadly. Maaret looked at him, unsure how to react. Back on the bus, the tall, dark-skinned young African fought ferociously against his tormentors, but now, he seemed disheartened, and almost timid. Got to bring his fire back, Maaret thought, remembering the way her father raised her to be a fighter.

“Rashid, we are Muslims, and our holy book commands us to defend our faith, and our Muslim brothers and sisters across the Ummah, we seek peace when possible, and fight when necessary,” Maaret said gravely, and Rashid looked up at her. When his eyes met hers, she watched the doubt and fear vanish, replaced by a grim determination.

“Maaret, sister, you certainly have spirit, where are you from?” Rashid asked, smiling faintly, admiration written all over his dark ( and, dare she say, kind of handsome ) face. Maaret smiled and nodded thankfully, for she was always happy to speak about her beloved and now distant homeland of Chechnya, especially with her fellow Muslims, many of whom didn’t know Jack about it.

“Rashid, I’m from Chechnya, and today, I just quit my job and had to let off some steam, hence the fight on the bus, helping you was just a happy by product,” Maaret said, chuckling while sipping her coffee. Bridgehead coffee tasted better than the vile liquid that Walter and his minions brewed at the Tim Horton’s in Nepean, Ontario, the place Maaret just left behind.

“Maaret, my sister, if you are any example, the women of Chechnya are beyoğlu escort bayan fighters,” Rashid said, smiling, and Maaret was about to reply when a trio of Ottawa Police Service men came into the coffee house, and started walking toward their table. When it rains it frigging monsoons, Maaret thought as the trio of policemen accosted them, their faces grim.

Maaret Salamovich and Rashid Akol were led from the Bridgehead in handcuffs, as shocked staff and customers looked on. The pair were subsequently taken to the Ottawa Police Station located downtown, on Elgin Street. They were labeled “the OC Transpo Bus Brawlers” by the local media, and their pictures appeared in the Ottawa Solar newspaper.

Fortunately for Maaret and Rashid, their notoriety was short-lived, as a video showing the entire incident was released on YouTube by a fellow passenger who’d recorded the whole thing. The two of them were released without charges, and subsequently invited to speak to CTV news by legendary reporters Linda Custer and Lena Laroche. There, in front of all of Canada, the famous pair shared their story of surviving a racially and religiously motivated attack on their persons.

“Guess we’re famous now,” Maaret said to Rashid, as they walked around the Algonquin College campus, a few days later. Rashid nodded, and from the smiles and second and third looks that he and Maaret were getting, he had to agree with her assessment. They’d been on television, and people were now calling them heroes, the international student and the former waitress/food server who fought the racists and won.

“Too bad we’re not rich,” Rashid said, smiling, and Maaret looked at him. Over the past few days, she’d been arrested, then released, and been on television, and had her picture plastered all over the news, on the web and in print, because people couldn’t get enough of her. Maaret, who usually liked to keep a low profile, was honestly starting to like the attention.

“Well, I got a new job as a food prep gal with Shawarma Empire so there’s that,” Maaret said hopefully, and Rashid nodded. They’d been spending a lot of time together lately, and had gotten to know each other a bit. Rashid was studying business management at Algonquin College, and his studies were paid for by the South Sudanese government. When Rashid finished, he was expected to return home and work for his people’s government.

“Nice, I’ve got a part-time job with a security company, a brother’s got to make ends meet, you know?” Rashid said, making his voice grave, and Maaret playfully poked him in the ribs. They were standing in the student center, and as far as Maaret could tell, this was the campus hub. Young people their age walked by, going about their day. Maaret envied them, and hoped to join them soon at this rather fantastic school.

“A sister’s got to make ends meet too,” Maaret said, and then, filled with inspiration, she stood on her tippy toes, grabbed a stunned Rashid, and planted a kiss on the South Sudanese Muslim stud’s full lips. Rashid was quite surprised by Maaret’s actions, to say the least. One minute the young Chechen Muslim woman was standing in front of him and the next, she was grabbing him and kissing him.

“Hmm, oh my, that felt nice,” Rashid said, grinning nervously at Maaret when they came up for air. Or, rather, when she pulled her lips away from his. Maaret grinned and nodded, but otherwise remained silent for a change. Rashid, in a sudden rush of boldness, pulled her close, and looked at Maaret. He admired this beautiful, strange Muslim woman from a distant land, to whom he owed so very much. This time, he kissed her.

To say that Maaret Salamovich and Rashid Akol came from different worlds would be an understatement. Nevertheless, although the pair attracted a lot of stares as they went around the Canadian Capital’s malls, parks, movie theaters and restaurants while holding hands, they were unified by something most people would never guess to look at them. Oh, it’s not their Islamic faith, though that’s a big part of who they are. Nope, it’s the fact that they’re two hot-headed brawlers who’ve fallen for each other.

Like the observant Muslims that they are, Rashid and Maaret tried to keep things halal, seldom venturing beyond kisses, hugs, and caresses. One night, while chilling in Maaret’s one-bedroom apartment in the suburb of Vanier, things changed. It happened as they sat on Maaret’s living room couch, watching Cloak & Dagger, the hit TV series featuring a couple that was very much like them. Rashid and Maaret finally took things to the next level.

“That Olivia Holt is one beautiful gal,” Rashid said, smiling as he and Maaret finished binge-watching their favorite TV series. Clad in a blue T-shirt and black jeans, Rashid looked alright. Maaret wore a red tank top and gray sweatpants, and for once, her long blonde hair was Hijab-free. She felt comfortable enough around Rashid to show him her hair. He’d become pretty special to her in recent times.

“Yeah, yeah, but my ass is bigger than hers,” Maaret said, flashing Rashid a naughty grin. And then she got up from the couch, heading for the kitchen. Halfway there, she bent down to pick up some lint or whatever off the carpet, and Rashid’s gaze followed her, locking onto her ample derriere. Maaret turned around and caught him looking, then laughed merrily.

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“Don’t feel bad about yesterday, Asifa, it’s only natural, and besides, I like it when women fart,” Clive Winston said enthusiastically, and he flashed Asifa Thumar a rather suggestive wink. You did not just say that, Asifa thought, flabbergasted by what her co-worker just said. Asifa’s sheer discomfort regarding every word that came out of Clive’s mouth somehow went over his head.

The two of them sat inside the crowded food court inside the Rideau Shopping Center. Asifa had dined there many times, but couldn’t remember a more awkward dining existence in recent memory. Asifa blushed and looked at Clive, who seemed oblivious to her concerns. Presently, Clive was taking a look at something of great importance on his phone.

Clive is unreal, Asifa thought, shaking her head gently. The young woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat, intensely regretting having had a ton of beans for lunch the previous day. It’s an odd thing, not being able to trust your own body. Asifa’s culinary choices led to an unforgettable aftermath. Thanks to a moment of gastrointestinal discomfort, Asifa felt like she was becoming the company laughingstock.

Like I’m the first woman to fart in a staff meeting, Asifa thought morosely. Just thinking about what happened made Asifa want to dig a hole and disappear inside of it. Asifa hadn’t felt this embarassed since, during a flight from Paris to India, she ate something which didn’t agree with her and spent a LONG time in the restroom.

Asifa looked at Clive, wondering how to get out of that conversation with a shred of dignity intact. She felt like wringing Clive’s neck, since it was his fault that the staff meeting had dragged on and on. Oh, and to add insult to injury, Asifa’s boss James Rawlings assigned her to work with Clive on a new special project…

Clive Winston epitomized a new kind of corporate person, at least in the minds of many. Six feet tall, lean and athletic, with dark chocolate skin and a shaved head, Clive had Afro-Caribbean good looks and a type of rugged masculinity found more among day laborers and construction guys than tech dudes. He insisted on wearing fancy suits at the office and liked to remind everyone at KPMG of his fancy business degree from McGill. Asifa thought of Clive as a pompous ass.

“Um, thanks, I apologize once again,” Asifa Thumar said finally, and Clive nodded. When addressing her colleague, Asifa spoke softly, like the prim and proper young lady that her conservative South Asian family raised her to be. Still, Asifa’s eyes communicated everything that her lips did not utter, and an oblivious or deliberately obtuse Clive shrugged and took a sip of his Pepsi.

At KPMG, Clive had something of a reputation as a skirt chaser, and Asifa knew to be wary of him. Ladies at work let her know all about his bad habits. Clive had been warned by human resources. Asifa could see why Clive thought he could get away with the things he allegedly said and did. The guy was easy on the eyes, sure, but he did seem to have an inflated opinion of himself…

“Don’t fret, my pet,” Clive said, and he smiled patronizingly at Asifa, and resumed browsing on his phone. Asifa fumed, and felt her eyes grow moist. In today’s Canadian business world, where men are encouraged to be polite to the ladies, lest they get sued or fired, Clive liked to give people ( mostly women ) unwanted little nicknames. Also, the bozo just told Asifa that he liked women’s farts. Seriously, what’s up with that?

“Please call me Miss Thumar,” Asifa replied icily and Clive finally looked up from his phone, flashed her a wan smile and nodded. If he saw the look of pure fury on her face, he certainly didn’t react to it. Clive is one of those guys with the gift of being blissfully unaware of anything that messes with his flow. Or so he likes to think of himself. Asifa thinks of Clive as a pain in the ass…

“Alright, Miss Thumar, I was looking over facts and figures, we need to branch out, extend the KPMG brand to companies like Mitel, Avaya, Canada Post and others,” Clive said, effortlessly switching to a businesslike tone. Asifa looked at him, startled and fascinated by Clive’s change in tone, demeanor and body language. The guy was indeed full of surprises…

“Let’s get to work,” Asifa şişli escort bayan said, and she finished what was left of her meal with a speed that astounded Clive. The two of them walked up the escalator, and headed to the Mackenzie King Bridge, the hub of all Ottawa. From there, they could see the offices of local tech giants like Shopify and of course KPMG in the distance.

While Asifa practically made a beeline for the doors, she bumped someone…hard. The person happened to be a tall, lean white dude with tattoos, a shaved head and unfriendly eyes. He looked coldly at the short, plump young Indian woman and Asifa actually shrank before such a gaze. Nevertheless, she mumbled an apology.

“Watch where you’re going, bitch,” said Mr. Tattoos, and Asifa actually flinched in the face of such raw hostility. Why was the dude so mad about? Asifa was puzzled by this. She hadn’t bumped him this hard, and he didn’t have to be so damned rude. Looking into Mr. Tattoos face, Asifa summoned a reply, but before she could utter it, things got dicey…

“Hey, buddy, you don’t talk to the lady like that,” Clive said, and he surprised the hell out of Asifa by placing himself between her and Mr. Tattoos. The two men went back and forth, trading insults, and looked like they were about to get into it. People walking by stared at them. Asifa found the whole situation surreal, this wasn’t happening…

“We conservatives are going to take Canada back just like we did Ontario and get rid of Trudeau, and then we’ll finally get rid of immigrants like you, just wait and see,” Mr. Tattoos said angrily before walking away. Clive stood his ground, and when Mr. Tattoos vanished into the crowd, he turned to look at Asifa, who stared hard at him.

“I don’t need you to rescue me, and I don’t like how you address me, and I definitely don’t need to know that you frigging enjoy female farts, are we clear?” Asifa said angrily. Clive looked at her, stunned by this turnabout. Scoffing angrily when Clive smiled, Asifa took off. Skipping past the crowd of people waiting for the perpetually late OC Transpo buses, Asifa headed to the downtown core.

“Come on, Asifa, I’m sorry, please accept my apology,” Clive said as he caught up with her. For a short gal with chubby little legs, Asifa sure could move fast. Oh, and that big round ass of hers kept swaying from side to side as she hurried down the snow-covered bridge, giving Clive a great visual to work with as he jogged to catch up with her. Of course, he kept such observations to himself…

“I’m going to tell Mr. Rawlings I can’t work with you, if he fires me, that’s okay,” Asifa said firmly. Clive nodded, seeing the look of determination on Asifa’s round, pretty face. They stood in front of the statue of Oscar, a heartbeat away from the offices of KPMG across the street. If I can’t turn this around, we’re both in serious shit, Clive thought to himself.

“Sorry, Asifa, I’m an ass, I’m insecure around women and I say dumb shit trying to be cool,” Clive said, bowing his head gently. Asifa looked at Clive, whose whole posture changed. He seemed contrite, and she thought she was genuine remorse in his soulful brown eyes. Asifa stepped closer to him and glared at him haughtily, all five feet five inches of her. Do not get that woman mad, Clive thought, resisting the urge to smile.

“Apology accepted, Mr. Winston, now, let’s get to work,” Asifa said, and Clive nodded, and held out his hand. After a brief hesitation, Asifa shook Clive’s hand. They returned to the ever-busy offices of KPMG, and resumed working. By the close of business that day, they’d gotten a great deal of work done on how to best merge the IT services of KPMG with some of their emerging clients in the Kanata tech area…

“Pleasure working with you, Miss Thumar, and enjoy your evening,” Clive said, and Asifa nodded. Clive walked away, and Asifa stood there, looking at him. The tall Jamaican-Canadian exec might act like a pompous ass but he definitely had a nice ass. Asifa allowed herself a slight smile as she discretely checked out Clive. The brother looked good, but whenever he opened his mouth…

“Clive forgot his book,” Asifa thought as she looked at the paperback on his desk. She picked escort bayan istanbul up the book…and almost gasped in surprise. Finding Love Through Female Domination by Renee Lane. Asifa flipped through the book, and saw that it was an erotic novel, featuring the adventures of a dominatrix who turned her husband into her sex slave.

Asifa smiled as she read the novel, and she particularly enjoyed the parts where the dominatrix protagonist spanked and whipped her husband. An hour went by, the offices of KPMG emptied, and she just kept on reading. Asifa was getting into it when the sound of approaching footsteps caused her to look up. Clive stood there, and there was a rather strange expression on his normally cocksure face…

“Oh, hey, Asifa, I forgot my book,” Clive said, and Asifa looked him up and down. She looked at the book, then at Clive. Slowly, understanding dawned on her. Suddenly, a lot of things about Clive made sense. The dude was always walking around being annoying, and sexist, because he found strong women intimidating. Oh, and he was apparently secretly turned on by them…

“Interesting book, Clive, are you into submission?” Asifa asked, and she smiled, watching as Clive shifted from one foot to the other, and apparently cringed. The taller and normally cocky executive seemed to flinch, and when she rose from her seat and approached him, Asifa felt a burst of confidence and energy. She could feel it, something had shifted between them, and she felt like she had the upper hand…

“Um, no, Asifa, I was just reading this for, well, research, may I have the book back?” Clive asked, smiling nervously. Asifa grinned, emboldened by his nervousness. Asifa looked at Clive, and Clive looked at Asifa. They both froze, and for a moment, something passed between them. It was almost as if they were both seeing each other for the first time, without their respective masks…

“No, Clive, you may not have the book back, not until you tell me the truth,” Asifa said firmly. Clive looked at her, and something changed in his demeanor. He nodded, and a look of pure resolve came over his dark, handsome face. I like what I like and that’s that, Clive thought. He couldn’t believe the way Asifa was acting, though. The short, plump little Indian woman had some fire in her belly…

“I like female domination stories, Asifa, I suppose that since you’re from a deeply conservative background, my likes and dislikes shock you, I’m not a traditional man, and I have odd desires, now can I have my book back?” Clive said, matter-of-factly. Asifa smiled and drew ever closer to Clive, whose heart skipped a beat when he saw a mixture of malice and…something else, in her chestnut eyes.

“You underestimate me, Clive, I just might surprise you, like the lady in your book surprised her husband,” Asifa said, smiling. Clive looked at her and his eyes widened. Asifa continued to smile at Clive, and saw a question in his eyes. She nodded, and as she did, he nodded back slowly, as though acknowledging something he should have known…

“You are full of surprises, Miss Thumar,” Clive said softly, and Asifa grinned, and playfully slapped his arm. The two of them left KPMG and headed to the Tim Horton’s located nearby. Asifa and Clive sat down and had a three-hour chat during which they discussed society, sexuality, female power, male insecurity, race, class, and everything else of import.

“I know what you need, Clive, you’re all over the place, at work and in your personal life, you need a strong woman with a firm hand,” Asifa said, and Clive nodded. He looked at her, this tiny young Indian woman with the sweet smile and hard eyes. She aroused him and frightened him at the same time, but he liked that in a woman…

“Asifa, my dear, what I need is you,” Clive said, and Asifa sighed happily, pleased with his answer. Over the next few weeks, at work, and at home, Clive and Asifa saw a lot of each other. They went to movie theaters, malls and restaurants together, enjoying each other’s company. They also went to Pleasures N Treasures, the adult video and toy store on Rideau Street, to acquire certain items for their fun and games…

“Worship my ass,” Asifa told Clive, as they got down and dirty in his bomonti escort bayan bed, a few weeks after that fateful day at the office. Clive knelt behind Asifa, admiring her big beautiful brown ass which threatened to swallow her white thong. Grinning, Clive pulled down Asifa’s panties and proceeded to kiss her lovely derriere. He’d been wanting her for so long…

“Your ass is to die for,” Clive told Asifa, as he spread her thick brown ass cheeks and went to work. Asifa arched her back and began grinding her big ass against Clive’s face. The brother slid two fingers into her already wet pussy and wormed his tongue into her backdoor. As Clive’s tongue burrowed inside her warm, tight asshole, Asifa purred with contentment. The fun was just beginning…

“Less talking and more ass eating,” Asifa chided Clive, and the brother did as he was told. Asifa sighed happily as Clive ate her booty like a hungry man, his tongue probing the forbidden depths of her tight asshole. He did such a good job that he had her tingling down below. To reward Clive, Asifa sat on his face and smothered him with her big ass. Oh, and she didn’t stop there. Prior to engaging in bedroom antics with her dear Clive, Asifa ate a cheese sandwich and two full plates of beans. Wonder what she did with that…

“Yes,” Clive said excitedly, and he inhaled Asifa’s toxic fumes as she farted, right on his face. Asifa grinned as Clive literally sucked those farts out of her big beautiful ass. He grasped her ass cheeks with one hand and stroked his erect manhood with the other. Asifa rode Clive’s face like a queen on her throne, and they both loved every moment of that fun, wicked experience…

“Hmm, Clive, I’m not done with you,” Asifa said, as she rose from his face, and walked away. Clive sat up on the bed, his hard dick in his hand, confused. Asifa went to the washroom and when she came back, she had a belt in her hand. Smiling wickedly, Asifa told a confused Clive to assume the position, and when he did…

“Ouch,” Clive yelped, as Asifa proceeded to whoop his ass with the belt. For such a tiny woman, she sure could deliver an ass whooping. Asifa laughed as Clive sang the blues. The tall, strong Jamaican brother had a nice ass and Asifa had wanted to beat his ass for ages. After giving Clive the ass whooping he so richly deserved, Asifa admired her handiwork. The naughty brother’s ass was black and blue, and decidedly sore…

“Hmm, now I feel horny, I always want to fuck after beating some ass,” Asifa said, and as a wincing, sore Clive stood before her, she reached for his manhood. Clive held his breath as Asifa began stroking his member. Smiling, Asifa got on her knees and kissed the tip of Clive’s sex, and that’s when the magic began…for him.

“Hmm, this feels amazing,” Clive muttered, as Asifa sucked his dick with a voraciousness which surprised him. The tiny, curvaceous Indian cutie grabbed his long, hard member with both hands and sucked him like her life depended on it. Asifa’s warm lips ensnared Clive’s member, and he couldn’t get enough of her…

“Cum for me,” Asifa said, and she flashed Clive an almost feral smile, glaring at him expectantly. Clive stood on the threshold of pleasure and pain as Asifa tugged on his dick. He winced, and felt his knees buckle. Seconds later, Clive came, and when he did, Asifa further surprised him by tasting his seed. Flashing Clive a seductive wink, Asifa rose to her feet.

“You wild freaky woman,” Clive said, amazed, and Asifa shrugged, flashing him a seductive I-got-it-like-that smirk. They continued with their fun, and he took her on all fours, face down and ass up, right there on the sofa. Asifa screamed passionately, grinding her big brown ass against Clive’s groin as he drilled his long, hard dick into her surprisingly tight pussy.

“Fuck me hard,” Asifa demanded, and Clive, thrilled to hear that, happily obliged her. Asifa screamed as Clive went to town on her, smacking her ass, pulling her hair and bruising her pussy with powerful thrusts of his dick. They fucked and sucked the evening away, and when all was said and done, lay sprawled on the living room, without remembering quite how they got there…

“I think we’re going to get along just fine, Miss Thumar,” Clive said, and Asifa grinned, pleased by her lover’s candor. Clive was full of promise, and Asifa looked forward to teaching him a thing or two. Clive looked at her, evidently expecting an answer, but Asifa didn’t feel like talking. Instead, Asifa rolled on top of Clive, straddling him. Just like that, they began another round…

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Jeong Park’s First Frosh Ball Ch 02 – Chuckie’s in Love, sort-of

Continued from Chapter One

* * * * * *

The jet-black Viper ACR’s massive 8.4-liter V-10 engine growled as Erik changed down, pulling up smoothly outside Suzanne and Annie’s house. Suzanne struggled to slide off Annie’s lap and out, after which Annie peeled herself off Chuck’s lap. They’d been packed like sardines in the single front passenger seat. Chuck glanced across at Erik, raised an eyebrow.

“Thanks for dinner Erik. That was wonderful, do you guys want to come in for a coffee?” Annie leaned into the car and smiled brightly, asking before Suzanne could stop her.

Erik shrugged, grinned knowingly at Chuck. “Yeah, that’d be great Annie.”

Suzanne gave Annie a dirty look as the guys climbed out and followed them up the walkway to the front door. Annie gave her a “what?” face back.

“Mom? Dad? Anyone home?” Annie called out as they walked inside. Silence.

Behind the girls, Erik and Chuck grinned at each other. Erik didn’t wait. He took Suzanne’s hand, smiling at her when she glanced at him. She blushed, glancing sideways at Annie and Chuck. Chuck winked.

Annie laughed. “Hey, it’s not like I don’t know what you get up to sis.”

Erik gave Annie a smile that made her blush. Suzanne’s blush went from pink to red. Her feet took her up the stairs with Erik, up the stairs and straight into her bedroom.

“Like the restaurant, Suzy?” Erik was already unbuttoning her top. Didn’t hurt to be nice to the bitch seeing as he intended to keep on fucking her for a while longer. A bird in the hand was a lot better than jerking off. And he’d been thinking of that gook bitch again. That Jeong girl. Fuck! Just thinking about those perky tits of hers had him rock hard.

Suzanne’s hands were working at his belt, undoing it, unzipping his jeans as her skirt dropped to her ankles. “Yeah, it was really nice,” she said, sinking to her knees, the better to ease his jeans and then his boxers over his feet and off. His rigid cock bounced against her face as his boxers came down.

“Open wide and suck on this for dessert, babe.” Erik’s hands guided her head with one hand and his cock with ther other.

“Mmmpphhhh.” Suzanne opened wide.

* * * * * *

“Open wide and suck on this for dessert babe…”

Erik’s voice floated down the stairs. So okay, Erik hadn’t bothered shutting Suzy’s bedroom door before he got started. Frigging typical. Chuck glanced at Annie, saw her cheeks taking on a pinkish tinge. He grinned at her.

“Let’s go somewhere where we can’t hear them.” He almost winced as a steady thumping began from upstairs. Man, Erik was fast. And he was really giving it hard to Suzy. Again. The bastard was going to scare Annie off.

Annie giggled, surprising him. “They ARE noisy aren’t they?” She took his hand. “But hey, I don’t mind, I got used to her and Erik a while ago. Let’s go over here.” She walked into their family room, Chuck following. When she took a seat on the couch, still holding his hand, he sat next to her.

Chuck grinned. This was way easier than he’d been expecting. “Okay.”

Annie eyed him expectantly. “Ahh, are you going to kiss me or do I have to ask you,” she said, her eyes dropping just a little shyly. She blushed. She’d never asked anyone to kiss her before. Not that she’d had much of a chance. Suzanne had snaffled Dave and he’d been the first guy she’d been interested in who’d been interested in her. She hadn’t really forgiven Suzanne for that. Although this afternoon, finding Erik and Chuck as well as Dave with Suzanne, that’d been almost enough for her to forgive Suzanne. Dave hadn’t looked happy when he left. Served him right for letting Suzanne steal him, he should have stayed with her, she wouldn’t have let something like that happen. God, Suzanne was such a slut. Her and Erik were really going at it. Just listening to them upstairs was getting her hot.

Chuck wasn’t slow. Not more than a few seconds after they sat down his arms were around Annie, she found herself on her back on the couch, Chuck beside her, their lips were locked together, his tongue already sliding into her eagerly opened mouth. Above them the steady thumping continued. Annie wriggled around, enjoying feeling Chuck pressing against her. She could feel how hard he was too. It’d been pressing against her butt as she sat on his lap in the front seat, but she hadn’t been able to do much about it. Now she could. God, he kissed really well, she was really enjoying this. She kissed him back even more enthusiastically while she reached down with one hand to feel that hard bulge through his jeans. When she touched him there, he groaned into her mouth.

Annie sucked on his tongue as her hand touched him, feeling a little frisson of enjoyment at knowing that the hard bulge she could feel inside his jeans had been busy fucking her older sister a couple of hours earlier. Suzanne seemed to enjoy it. She certainly sounded like beşiktaş escort bayan she was enjoying what she was doing with Erik upstairs. Her moans and cries were getting louder and louder. God, Suzanne really was such a slut. Three guys.

It was almost embarrassing having Suzanne as an older sister. Dave and Erik and Chuck. She moaned excitedly into Chuck’s mouth as his lips crushed down on hers. God that hard bulge felt so big. So long and hard. She rubbed it gently, enjoying his sudden gasp, the way his body stiffened when she did that to him. Touching him like that and kissing him and listening to Suzanne, she was so hot and wet. She wondered what it would feel like to do what Suzanne was doing. It must be good for Suzanne to want to do it so many times.

Chuck’s mouth lifted from hers for a moment. “I hope you don’t have a boyfriend.”

Annie almost giggled. “No, Suzanne stole the last guy that was interested.”

“Dave?” Chuck raised an eyebrow, diverted for a second. He forgot himself. “That fucking dick-wad?”

“Yeah.” Annie still felt a little bitter about that one. “That fucking dick-wad.” Suzanne had enough guys chasing her. Why’d she stolen the one guy that was keen on Annie that she’d liked? But hey, the description fitted Dave to a T. She smiled at Chuck. “You interested in filling the vacancy?” She hoped she didn’t sound too eager. She wanted to sound funny. And Chuck seemed like a nice guy, good looking as well. He’d been fun over dinner at the restaurant tonight. She liked him. Even if he had been fucking her older sister. But hey, guys. Everyone knew they’d screw anything on two legs given half a chance.

Chuck looked into her eyes, smiling. Sometimes those cherries just dropped off the tree right into your mouth. And right now, he wasn’t interested in sharing this particular cherry with Erik. He wanted her all to himself. Sloppy seconds was fine with hot little bitches like Suzanne or those other girls that Erik scored with. Erik got his kicks from sharing them round. Chuck didn’t mind that. With Erik’s bitches. But for himself?

The more he considered it, the more he thought this was one little hottie he’d prefer to keep to himself. Fuck Erik, he scored enough of his own. This one was interested in him, not Erik. And the more he looked into those sparkling green eyes, the more he wanted her for himself and himself alone.

“Yeah, if the position’s still open.” Jesus, he realized he was serious. Fuck! He was. Those green eyes widened, looking up at him, considering him. He waited, heart pounding, feeling a suspense he hadn’t felt in a couple of years. Not since he was at High School.

“I don’t share with anyone. At all. Ever. I don’t like sharing guys with my sister. Or anyone else.” Annie was emphatic about that. No way. “If you want to date me, no fucking around on me.” She blushed at being so explicit, but hey, she knew what he’d been doing with Suzanne when she got home. “I don’t care what you did before me, okay?”

Chuck smiled. “Okay.”

“Seriously?” Annie’s heart was pounding. “Just like that?”

Chuck kissed her lips, a light brush of his lips against hers as his eyes looked down into hers. “Just like that.”

“You mean it?”

“Yeah.” Chuck blinked, realizing that fuck, he did mean it. He really did. He was totally hooked by this blonde-haired green-eyed hottie. He hadn’t felt like this since he was sixteen. “Yeah, I mean it.” He could hear his own conviction.

So could Annie. She smiled. Yeah! Chuck was hers. Not only did she like him, she’d stolen him away from Suzanne, for whatever that was worth. She could hear Suzanne and Erik upstairs. Suzanne was moaning loudly, her bed was creaking and thumping on the floor. Whatever Erik was doing to her, she was obviously enjoying. Chuck’s mouth closing on hers brought her attention back to what she was doing. Being kissed by Chuck. Passionately kissed. A passion she was intent on returning.

His hand cupped one of her breasts through her clothing, holding her, feeling good. She liked his hand on her there, so assertive, so possessive. She wasn’t so sure when his hand slid under her back, unzipped her dress, unhooked her bra with a casual ease that spoke of experience, sliding one shoulder of her dress down and her bra up to expose one of her breasts. Hiss mouth lifted from hers, he smiled down at her, he looked at her naked and exposed breast, the white of her skin accentuating the swollen pink of her rubbery hard nipple.

Annie blushed. She continued to blush as his mouth closed on hers again, as his hand cupped her naked breast. Her heart leapt at that touch, the first male touch her breast had ever felt.

“Aaaahhhhhhh.” She sighed into his mouth, her back arching a little. Wanting his hand there now, enjoying the touch of his hand on her naked skin, her nipple. Enjoying the gentle way he caressed her, the way his thumb brushed across her nipple again and again. Enjoying istanbul eskort bayan it even more when his mouth lifted from her lips and closed on her breast instead, licking her skin, licking her nipple, sucking lightly on her nipple so that she shuddered and moaned softly.

When his hand eased the rest of her dress down and her bra up, exposing both of her breasts she made no objection, just as she made no objection when his mouth latched onto one breast while his hand caressed the other. It felt good, so good, and Chuck, she found herself liking him even more. She wasn’t so sure when his hand abruptly moved down to slide under her dress to stroke her inner thighs. She wasn’t sure at all. Wasn’t this a little fast? It wasn’t as if she knew him or anything. But the touch of his fingers on her thighs made her shiver, made her breath faster, made her legs part. And then he wasn’t stroking her inner thighs, he was teasing her through her panties so that she sobbed for breath.

“Uhhh…” Annie gasped, “Ohhhhhh.” Oh god, his hand, his touch. Her legs fell apart as his finger teased her, brushing her through her panties. Instead of stopping him, her hand rested on his, feeling his muscles move as he caressed her there, feeling her own sudden flood wetness in response. Oh god! Oh yes. His hand was moving up, his fingers slipping under the top of her panties. She knew what he was intending to do. She knew and her heart pounded wildly. Should she stop him? Should she? His fingers eased downwards. Still she made no move to stop him, feeling his fingertips brushing her pubic hair. Annie shivered, arching her back as his mouth sucked hard at one breast, her other hand holding his head against her, feeling the ripples of pleasure from her breast echoed where his fingers were about to touch her.

Her body jolted convulsively as his fingers slipped down to touch her where she’d feared and anticipated he would. His fingers. She could feel his fingers touching her, one finger slipping inwards between her labia where she was so hot and wet and slippery, his other fingers touching her, parting her. She shivered as that probing fingertip teased, explored, found her.

“Uuughhhhh.” Annie gasped as she felt his fingertip push inwards, feeling herself open to him. His finger slid easily into her, slid up inside her and she could feel it. Feel his finger probing upwards, within her, she could feel herself where he had entered her, his finger gently sliding across her labia so that she shivered again, her leg muscles weak, her knees falling apart. He raised his mouth from her breast, his eyes looked into hers and then he was kissing her as his finger moved gently inside her.

“Ooohhhhh.” Annie sighed into Chuck’s mouth, her taut body relaxing, softening, accepting his touch, accepting what he was doing to her, feeling her own excitement rising. Her mouth opened wide to him, accepting his tongue just as she was accepting his finger. Now she wasn’t thinking about stopping him at all, she was welcoming everything he was doing to her. In the back of her mind, she was contemplating doing with Chuck what she could still hear Suzanne and Erik doing upstairs. Chuck’s hand inside her panties felt so good, his finger inside her was making her hips jerk upwards.

Annie found herself wanting more.

Chuck smiled, wondering whether to remove her panties now or wait until next time. Fuck yeah, this was going great. Annie was hot and she was eager and she was as wet as her older sister had been and her little cunt was a hell of a lot tighter. Maybe she wasn’t going to be easy like her older sister but hey, there was a first time for everything and she certainly acted like she wanted more. Maybe he should go ahead and remove her panties and fuck her now, on her parent’s couch. God knows he wanted to fuck her, but then again, not with Erik around.

They heard the garage door grinding open.

“Oh shit! My parents,” Annie squealed, abruptly sitting up.

“Fuck!” Chuck cursed as he whipped his hand out from inside Annie’s panties.

Annie’s hands fumbled at her bra, hurriedly fastening it, found her shoulder straps, pulled her dress back up, hastily re-zipping the back. “Oh shit! Suzy,” she gasped, “quick, tell Suzy and Erik.”

Chuck dashed across the hallway to the bottom of the stairs.

* * * * * *

“Shit! My parents…” Suzanne groaned, hearing the garage door, not wanting to stop, heels kicking at the ceiling, her hands clutching at Erik’s butt as he humped her hard. She knew she was close. Another few seconds… Just another few seconds… that was all she needed… “Finish … in me … I want it … I want it…”

“Better get your ass downstairs buddy, her parents are here,” Chuck called up the stairs.

“Coming,” Erik answered them both, thrusting himself deep into Suzanne and cumming hard. Suzanne arched beneath him, eyes wide, straining beneath him as she felt the semen burst from Erik’s cock and once more etiler escort bayan jet out within her. Yes! Yes! Ohhhh yeees she was there!

“Ohhhhh … uugghhhhh … ooohhhhh.” She did her best to stifle her moans, sinking her teeth into Erik’s shoulder to muffle the noises she was trying not to make as she bucked up against Erik, her orgasm taking her fast and hard as Erik spurted into her. Jesus jesus jesus it was so good and she just wanted to lie there but her parents … oh god she had to move and Erik was still cumming inside her and she could hear the garage door closing now.

“Uuughhhhh.” She felt him spurt inside her one last time and then he was pulling out of her, rolling off her.

“Fuck … oh fuck where’s my panties … oh fuck…”. She was off the bed almost as fast as Erik, frantically pulling her clothes on. Bra, t-shirt, in the end she slipped her jeans on without worrying about the panties she couldn’t find.

With the benefit of long experience, Erik was completely dressed before Suzanne had even reached for her jeans. Dressed and bolting down the stairs. Annie looked relieved when he appeared to take a seat in the family room. She pushed a coffee mug into his hand, had another one ready for Suzanne as she cannoned down the stairs, panting hard.

When their parents walked in the door, the two girls were sitting decorously on one of the couches drinking coffee while the two guys sat in armchairs.

“Hi Mom, hi Dad, this is Chuck, this is Erik. These are our parents.” Annie did the introductions. Suzanne was still trying to get her breath back. Erik and Chuck stood, the epitome of good manners, shaking hands.

“Pleased to meet you boys, call me Max,” the girls’ Dad smiled at them.

“Jenny,” their Mom said with a smile. She was the spitting image of her daughters. With her clear complexion, she could have been their older sister. “So you’re this Erik we’ve heard so much about?”

“Erik and Chuck just took us out for dinner Dad,” Annie smiled. “We went to Dundee’s.”

“Nice,” Max said approvingly. “Nothing better than a good steak.” He glanced at Suzanne. “I thought that other young man of yours was taking you to that rabbit food place tonight.”

“Ahh, I decided to go out with Erik instead.” Suzanne blushed.

“Well, we didn’t mean to intrude, if you’ll excuse us we better get going,” Erik smiled before anyone could say anything else.

“Sure, sure, nice to meet you boys,” Max smiled, “the girls can see you out.”

“Bye now,” Jenny gave them both a smile. Erik heard her inhale as he walked past her towards the door, caught her eyes following him. He gave her a smile, smiled harder as she blushed. Okay, it looked like Suzanne was a chip of the old block. Now if Annie was as well. His smile grew broader as he stepped outside, Suzanne following him, Chuck and Annie not too far behind.

Outside, Suzanne sagged against garage door. “Shit!” she gasped. “Oh shit.”

Erik laughed, took her in his arms. “Relax babe.” He gave her a quick kiss. Nuzzled her ear. “I’ll come round tomorrow afternoon, okay. What time do you get home?”

“No classes tomorrow afternoon,” Suzanne breathed, “I’ll be home by two.”

“See you then,”

“Just you?”

“Just me, babe.” Erik grinned down at her. “Don’t wear any panties, okay.”

Suzanne blushed. She said nothing but he knew she wouldn’t. When Erik left her, Chuck and Annie were talking down by Erik’s car. Annie walked back up smiling as the guys climbed into the car. She waved once as they pulled away.

“Chuck’s really nice,” Annie said. “We’re going out on a date this Friday.” She looked sideways at Suzanne. She wanted to make sure her sister knew Chuck was hers. It’d been pretty clear that Suzanne had been doing it with Chuck and with Dave. And with Erik, obviously.

It was kind of gross thinking about that. Gross, but actually a little bit exciting too. She’d known Suzanne was a bit wild. When Erik had been round before it’d been obvious what they got up to. And the gossip about that party. She really wanted to ask about that party and what had happened. But no, it was better not to ask.

Suzanne looked back at her. She seemed a little pale and shaken. Well, it had been close. Suzanne shook her head. “Chuck, yeah, that’s nice Annie, I never met him before tonight.”

Annie’s eyes widened. Considering what he’d so obviously been doing with Suzanne upstairs, that seemed a little … slutty … of her big sister. She didn’t like to think about Suzanne like that even though it’d been more than obvious tis afternoon. As for Chuck? Everyone knew guys were like that.

Suzanne shrugged wearily. She felt exhausted. Almost, she felt defeated by what had happened this afternoon. She’d really liked Dave. But Erik? She’d thought she could put him aside, but when he turned up at her door like that, the old attraction she’d felt for him had just flamed back into life instantaneously, consuming her. She knew exactly how a moth felt fluttering around the flame, drawn to the radiance until … pzzzttt … she was consumed. For a moment she wanted to hug her little sister, hug her and be hugged back.

“So you’re not interested in him?” Annie’s words broke her mood. Her butt hurt where Chuck had fucked her. She wasn’t going to tell Annie that. Let her find out for herself.

Being a Good Girl

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“I’ve already got three Jimmy”

Jimmy knew a hollow threat when he heard one so he wasn’t giving up. He leaned in to whisper in her ear and after a while, Kelli pulled away, stroked his cheek softly with her small white hand and nodded. Her sweet smile excited Jimmy further. It was going to be tough to wait on her. He was ready to go now.

Kelli walked away from him toward the back room. An eager black man, early 50’s, followed her. He quickly shucked his pants and his long hard cock was ready for attention. Kelli didn’t disappoint.

Her soft hands began stroking him. You see, Kelli loves giving hand jobs. That’s what brought her to this bar, well, that, plus the fact that this bar catered to an older, mostly black crowd. There was something about a big black dick on an older guy that just drove her wild.

With all the racial unrest going on, Kelli had come up with this crazy idea to ease her white guilt. She wasn’t the type for long-winded internet arguments or dangerous protests, but she knew how she could improve race relations and she did it.

Kelli knew who had the big ones now. It made some of the smaller-cocked guys mad, but if their tool was just average, she might turn them away. There were about 5 or 6 guys she had met at the bar that had massive black cocks and they knew when Kelli was going to be there, Thursdays at 4:00. If they showed up, they got moved to the front of the line.

Her arm got tired after a few so Kelli limited it to the first three guys each week. Jimmy got in because he was a nice guy and he said just the right thing to her, “I want to lick that sweet pussy of yours.” That would be a nice way to end the visit today.

Jimmy said she had the sweetest pussy he had ever tasted. He loved licking her white pussy. The fact that she was around 40 years younger than him didn’t enter into his mind. Well, not in a bad way at least. The age difference was a huge turn on for all of them. He had a tongue like a snake and Kelli couldn’t say no to him.

Well, back to the matter, ahem, at hand. Her hand was cool and soft and his cock was hot and hard as she began her push and pull. It had been a long time since any of them seriously tried to fuck her, but from time to time they would still test the waters. Ray had his hand on her shoulder and slipped it down to her breasts. Kelli stopped her stroking and gave him the “bad boy” look and he sheepishly removed the offending hand.

Kelli smiled and began working on him with a purpose. She wanted to see all that hot cum spew out of him.

She was really going fast mecidiyeköy escort bayan now since she felt like he was close. She had been going slow and steady for a while but now it was showtime.

“Oh fuck girl”

That was the only warning she got before he began to cum. Kelli could feel it erupting, the thick fluid making the long trip to the end of his dick and beyond, arcing across the room. The gooey white stream broke into a droplets, then a few more, then one final drop that she coaxed from him with a long slow stroke all the way up his cock, bunching the dark black skin up around his dick head.

Kelli heard a noise behind her. She had sensed his movement but not looked earlier. She knew the next guy had been watching from the doorway but wasn’t worried about who it was. Ray wasn’t going to give her a long goodbye anyway. Everything they needed to say had been said. He pulled up his pants and walked from the room.

Big D took his place and Kelli smiled up at him. She waited for him to drop his pants. He waited for her to unzip him. Their standoff didn’t last long as they both were excited. It wasn’t long before Kelli had her hands on his zipper. He probably had the biggest dick in the place. He could get away with pushing his luck a little.

“Girl, let me put it in you a little while.” She would have to admit, that was on her mind too, but if word got out, and it would, this gig would be over. No more weekly jack offs, it would be blow jobs and fucking. Once you break the rules for one, it was over.

Kelli knew this from experience. She could barely walk the day after that 4 man gang bang, but shit was it fun. Her pussy still throbbed thinking about it.

She waited a month before she came back after that. She thought about it almost nightly.

Stop it Kelli. You can’t think about that when you’ve got a hard black dick in your hand. You know better. That’s a story for later.

D’s, excuse me, Big D’s (That’s what he made the girls call him), cock was like her forearm. It was amazing to watch this thing fill with blood and harden into a monster cock.

He fucked so much he had amazing endurance, and it took him a while to cum. When he finally did he called her a dirty white slut and turned so that his cum hit her squarely in the face.

Don’t you lick it Kelli. Don’t you do it.

It wouldn’t matter, he always did that. Instead she continued jacking him until he pulled away from her. She took off her glasses, cleaned them on her shirt and didn’t eskort bayan istanbul say a word to him.

(When he began to breathe heavily and she knew he was about to cum, it was all Kelli could do not to lean forward and wrap her soft mouth around his big cockhead to swallow all that jizz.)

Bad Kelli, just hand jobs. Remember, just hand jobs.

If you showed a video of this to the guys at school, none of them would believe it. Kelli didn’t show any sign at all of being a sexual freak. In fact, she turned down every guy who had asked her for anything from a sweet date to a fuck in the gym showers. The quick fuck in the gym was tempting though.

But Kelli loved, LOVED older black men, and they loved her. “Whatever you need, you just tell me.” She had heard a version of that from almost everyone she had jacked off here. She didn’t doubt they would do it, whether it was liquor, drugs, a car, or a murder for hire. These were guys who could get things done. And they had big cocks.

Kelli was their good girl. She was making things better.

Kelli got the third guy off quickly and was excited to get her reward. Jimmy was ready as well.

He started the gang bang I mentioned earlier. He was the first guy she was with that day and when he showed her his tongue, she thought, “Why not?” and let him go down on her.

He turned her on so much that her pussy started making it’s own rules. After Jimmy made her brain explode with that magical tongue of his, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and growled at him, “Fuck me.. Hard.” Jimmy had complied and the others were happy to comply as well once they heard the noise of their sex.

Now she knew, she had to save him for last and she had to make him cum before pussy time. If there was a hard dick around once he started eating her, she’d be powerless to resist it. This was their plan and she had to admit, it was working out great.

Jimmy closed the door behind him. He got special treatment. It wouldn’t do to let the others see.

She took his dark black cock deeply and let him face fuck her for a while. She liked being “taken” but she liked giving too. When he slowed, she began expressively loving him with her mouth.

She smiled up at him while she tongued his length. It was exciting for them both. The real progress happened when she sucked though.

Kelli stroked him back and forth and began a powerful suction. She wanted him to get as hard and thick as her mouth would hold. He loved her aggressive actions and the way she made things the nişantaşı escort bayan way he liked it. She was the highlight of his week. Who would have imagined he would be with a girl her age at 57?

He had filled in as a referee at the high school football game a few weeks ago and thought he saw her. He missed an important call and had both teams upset with him. He also began to sprout an impressive boner. He waited around after the end of the game hoping she would appear, but she never did.

The massive bulge in his tight white striped pants did attract the attention of one of the coach’s wives. She said he’d be tied up for an hour talking to the team and fans and she was right. That will teach that loudmouth coach to give him shit about the calls.

Jimmy fucked the coach’s wife hard and fast that night. I think that’s the way they both wanted it. But today, here and now, he was with Kelli and it was entirely different. Man he wanted to lick her pussy.

Thinking about her sweet pussy brought him to the brink and beyond. He came in her hot fucking mouth and watched her drink down every drop.

Once before, Kelli told him that she drinks a lot of pineapple juice and diet drinks on purpose to make her pussy so sweet. She literally had a pussy that was made for eating. She had her panties off, knees up and legs spread waiting for just that.

Jimmy started with a long inhale, savoring that sweet aroma. He could see the wetness on her. She had been thinking about this.

He licked her from back to front softly for a few strokes before he extended his tongue to part her lips. Kelli couldn’t help but jump when that welcome intruder started to invade her.

“Oh Jimmy, Fuck.”

“Yeah, I eat pussy like a champ.” Jimmy thought. I do love licking this little white pussy. He brought his large hand up to her tits to give them a squeeze. Those tiny titties were like turbo buttons. They got her going.

His tongue was as deep in her as most guy’s cocks would be and she was bucking like a bronco. He swirled his tongue around the walls of her pussy, greedy for every drop of that sweet pussy juice. His fingers soon replaced his tongue and he began to work on her clit.

Her clit was swollen and begging for a licking. He ran his rough tongue across it and watched Kelli’s back arch. Her hand clutched at his head and pulled him into her. No worries girl, I ain’t goin’ anywhere.

When his slick finger went into her ass, she exploded. The closed door raised enough eyebrows but if the guys heard a cum scream, they’d be in here in a second. Kelli exploded *quietly*, biting her lip.

Kelli roughly pushed his head away when he went back and tried to suck her clit. Even her soft boy shorts were going to be too much sensation for a while. She’d have to catch her breath and then try the walk to her car. Maybe by then she could move without shaking.

She’d recharge and be back next week.

Jade , Jorel Ch. 4

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Jade’s Big Night Out

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The next weekend Jade received a call from Jorel asking her out for a night on the town.

“Jade baby I want to take you out to a nice club uptown tonight. You’ll have the time of your life. We’ll dance and have a few drinks and just do the town. ”

“That sounds good to me Jorel. What time should I be ready? What should I wear?”

“I’ll come by around ten and please wear something very very sexy because I have big plans for you.”

“Hmmmm big plans huh? That sounds interesting. I think I’m going to love this.”

“Believe me you will never forget this night.”

With that Jade hung up the phone and she could feel the familiar dampness creeping between her legs. “Jorel that devil has something naughty planned. I can hardly wait. I think I’ll go out a pick out something special. Something special indeed.”

The week went by like a blur and Jade found herself daydreaming Saturday morning about the evenings festivities to come. Jade had bought a skin tight silk mini skirt that accentuated her petite frame. Standing in front of the mirror modeling the dress Jade was overcome with thoughts of Jorel and their spirited sexual sessions. She wondered aloud how she became such a slut for black dick. Jorel had done things to her that she never even dreamed of doing and what’s worse is she loved every second of it. Never in her life did she expect to willingly give up her body to a black man but every since she did her life hasn’t been the same. She’s tasted cum for the first time, had her ass invaded for the first time and had sex with two black guys for the first time. “If my mother could see me now .” Jade turned and posed in the mirror making sure every curve and turn of her body was enticingly supported.

Ten o’clock came and the doorbell rang. When Jade opened the door there stood the man of her life. Jorel was impeccably dressed with a cream colored double breasted suit and brown wingtips. Jade’s

Pulse immediately quickened at the site of him. “Jorel you look wonderful.”

“Thanks babe so do you. Actually you look like a hot model.” Jade began to run her hands up and down Jorels chest and stomach until finally reaching his cock and squeezing thru the material of his slacks. Jorel moaned his approval then removed Jades hand. “No time for that now but you’ll get your chance later and that’s a promise. Now turn around and let me look at you.” Jade stood in front of Jorel and spun around showing off her tight figure. The neckline plunged revealing delectable cleavage and her hips swayed seductively from the rear view. “Do you like it?”

“Like it? No baby I love it!!! I love the way your ass looks in this dress. It makes me wanna go up inside of you right now but unfortunately there’s no time for that. Lets get to the club.”

Jorel pulled up in front “Chocolate Factory” in the world famous Harlem USA. The billboard read Closed Door Party Tonite. Members Only. .”This is it sugar. Get ready for the time of your life.”

“Wow Jorel this place is nice. I can’t wait to get inside.”

“Me too. baby me too.”

The line outside was packed with well dressed people. Jade noticed something a bit peculiar on the line. She saw that there were many many black men but very few black women. There seemed to be a unusual number of white and hispanic women with their black dates. As far as she could tell Jade was the only asian woman. As she and Jorel strolled to the front of the line Jade could feel eyes on her and Jorel. The men looked with a burning hunger and the women gazed in curiosity. Jorel was warmly greeted by the bouncer at the door and told to go right in.

Once inside Jade was floored by the atmosphere. Smooth R&B sounds emanated from the sound system and the lighting set up a sensual intimate design. Couples were dancing and drinking everywhere. Many couples were dancing close rubbing their bodies together in a heated sexual way. “Wow Jorel this place is wonderful. I can see I’m going to really enjoy this.”

“You’re going to enjoy it much more than you can understand Jade. I’m going to make this something you’ll treasure forever.” With that being said Jorel kissed Jade softly on her forehead.

Jorel went to the bar and ordered drinks for Jade and himself. Along the way he stopped and exchanged pleasantries with many of the male patrons. Occasionally the men would look over in Jades direction and cast a knowing glance. Jade wondered what Jorel was telling them. Did he tell them about her sexual tastes? Did he tell them she was his girlfriend? Jorel returned with the drinks and they proceeded to talk and soak in the atmosphere. A song came on that made Jorel jump up and pull Jade onto the dance floor. Jorel held Jade tight and began to grind seductively on her escort şişli body. Jade could feel the heat rise in her body and reacted to her heightened arousal. She grabbed Jorel around the waist to pull him closer. She wanted to feel his manhood on her body right now. As she looked around the dance floor Jade noticed that many of the women were in various states of undress. She saw one very cute blond with a huge black man dancing behind her. What made this scene a bit unusual was the blonde had her dress hike up above her waist and her partner was obviously hard and ready poking his member into her fleshy ass as they danced. Jade looked around and saw more of the same. There were women everywhere dresses up blouses open dancing lewdly. Jade could feel her temperature rise yet again when Jorel reached down and squeezed her ass hard.

“Baby you look so good tonight. I want you so bad. Get on your knees.”

“Ooooohhhh Jorel that sounds good to me.”

Jorel paced his hands on Jades shoulders and pushed her down before him. “That’s a good girl. Now you know what to do don’t you?” Jade simply nodded and went to work on his zipper. She reached in and pulled out Jorels growing cock. She kissed the head lightly and opened her mouth. Jorel suddenly without warning shoved his cock into her mouth and throat. Forcing his nine inch shaft in to the hilt. Jade was startled and turned on and began to suck him. Jorel was uninterested in her sucking him because he had other ideas. He started to fuck her face swiftly. He held her head in place and stroked his asian sluts mouth.

“Yeah that’s it take it slut. I know you want this dick now take it!!!!!” Jade moaned her approval and tried to satisfy her man. Jorel looked around the room and what he saw just further excited him. About 20 feet away was the couple that Jade had noticed earlier. Now the blonde was naked except for spiked heels and her bra and her partner was reaming her ass. In front of her was another black man slapping her face with a 12 inch black snake. The blonde was groaning uncontrollably and the man at her face was obviously reveling in her predicament spitting sweet nothings at her while he abused her face.

“That’s it white trash. How does it feel with that black log in your sweet ass? Looks like you’re loving every second of it.” Every time she tried to answer the man pounding her ass picked up the intensity and he slapped her face harder with his engorged cock. Jorel was absolutely loving the scene fucking Jades face with more vigor. All over the room wild sensual scenes broke out forming crowds around couples.

A tall husky black man walked over to Jorel and began stroking himself as he watched the scene. Jorel motioned to him to come closer and the man did as he was told. Jorel held Jades head in place and the stranger pulled out a thick 10 inch tool for her to hold. Jade reached up and began to stroke the man furiously. He threw his head back in ecstasy and guided her hand up and down his shaft. Jorel pulled his cock from jades hungry mouth and pushed her down further so she rested on hands and knees. He pushed her dress up and ran his fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. Then he violently sunk himself into her in one stroke knocking the wind from her lungs. When her mouth opened to take in oxygen she got the strangers 10 inches instead. Jorel stood behind and began to bang away at Jades tight pussy. He gripped her hips in his hands and proceeded to fuck her hard and fast making her tiny body quake and quiver on each stroke. “Fuck her mouth Bobby. She’s a slut and loves to be treated like one!!!!”

Needing no further encouragement Bobby began to fuck her mouth in earnest. Each time he withdrew his 10 inch pole Jorel inserted his into her soaked pussy with incredible force. He was lifting her off the floor with the power of his strokes. His body crashed into hers repeatedly impaling her on his black sword. He started to smack her ass cheeks on every stroke driving her insane with lust. Jorel looked over at the blond and saw that she was noew riding a big cock and another was about to be inserted into her ass. He watched in true fascination as she was double penetrated. She bounced wildly on the black cocks as they filled her to capacity. Men began walking up to her and stroking themselves inches from her pleasure twisted face. Finally a tall skinny black guy started to yell and a thick spurt of white hot come splattered against the blonds mouth and nose. It seemed to set off a chain reaction as three more guys stepped up and stroke themselves to orgasm over her face and tits. Streams and streams of black cum washed her face and tits until she was a sticky mess bouncing on two cocks. She was obviously a cum enthusiast as she grabbed their cocks and rubbed them all over her face to scoop up the cum and deposit it into her waiting mouth. A crowd formed around them and cheered the slut on.

“Look at that slut!!”

“Eat it whore. escort istanbul We know what you like!!”

“That’s what you were born to do you cumsucking bitch.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.”

The blond seemed to revel in her degradation and shudder and came at their words. Jorel was lost in the sight when he noticed more guys walking over to him Jade and Bobby.

“Look what Jorel brought to the party. A nice asian slut. Look at her guys she’s getting it good!!!!!”

Jade heard their words and they seemed to spur her on. She picked up the speed sucking Bobby and began to throw every ounce of her body weight at Jorel. Jorel could tell the difference and loved it.

“So my little fuck toy likes the audience huh? You like to have people watch you get fucked with big black cocks don’t you? Well lets give them something to see.”

Jorel smacked her ass very hard and pulled his cock out of her pussy. He began to rub his thick cock up and down the crack of her ass. He found her asshole and pushed.

“Yeah that’s it fuck her ass!!!”

“I bet it’s tight. Make her scream Jay”

Bobby pulled his dick from her mouth and took her hand guided it up and down his shaft furiously. He could feel himself getting closer until finally he erupted.

“Here it is whore. Get it all!!!!!!!!” Bobby stroked himself and let loose with stream after stream of cum. He pointed it at her face and plastered her porcelain like features. The first spurt landed on her forehead the second across her open mouth the third attaching itself to her left cheek and the fourth sealing shut her right eye. Jorel knew how much she liked having cum in her face and fingered her pussy and pounded her tight ass with no mercy. Jade was screaming “Fuck me. Fuck my ass with that black cock. I love it fuck me harder!!!!!!!!” Jorel was only happy to oblige as he picked up speed and drilled her ass for everything he was worth. Jorel was mesmerized by the rhythm and sway of her ass as he used her body. In and out his cock would go stuffing her with what she lived for: Black dick. This is what she was meant to be a wanton whore for black men. He power fucked her ass driving her to two numbing orgasms. The crowd around them swelled as men walked over to her shoving their black cocks into her mouth to taste and suck. Some would cum in her mouth roughly pushing her head down so far that her nose was crushed against their pubic hairs depositing hot cum directly into her belly. Others would reach down and pinch and twist her nipples eliciting squeals of delight from her overstuffed mouth.

Jorel dislodged himself from her ass and stepped aside. A line was forming behind her as the hungry black men all wanted a turn at this petite asian whore. Jorel stood in front of Jade and grabbed her shoulders. A muscular black man placed himself behind her and pushed himself into her pussy. He grabbed a handful of her silky hair and began to stroke the asian beauty. Jorel help matters by pushing Jade back onto the strangers cock. Effectively making sure she couldn’t squirm away from her position. The muscle bound ebony lover certainly relished having Jade in this way. He pulled her head to and fro and deep fucked her with the skill and force of a wild animal. Jade was in a lust laden heaven The stranger using her pussy reached around and began to fiddle with her clit. On each side of her black men offered her their waiting cocks to jerk while she sucked and fucked away. Jorel loved seeing his woman like this. She was a desperate slut . Desperate to be fucked, to be used, to be the center of attention. He pushed Jade back onto the raging cock harder and harder he wanted to see her get what she deserved. She deserved to have her starving body used by his brothers. She craved to be an object of depraved sexuality. This is her wish and purpose and he was only happy to oblige. The bulky stranger picked up his pace and began to batter Jade helpless pussy. Her whole body trembled upon his vaginal assault and Jade was incoherent in her ramblings. Jorel began to laugh as Jade was overtaken by yet another orgasm. The big guy pulled out and stroked himself over her ass. He popped just as another cock was shoved into her mouth. Thick creamy streams of white cum shot out and coated her quivering asian ass. Scalding spurts shot all over her ass showering her asshole and cheeks running down to her hairless snatch.

Jade was immediately pushed down to her back and her legs were pushed back to her chest and spread wide. Another black man got on his knees and slid himself inside her dripping pussy. “Ahhhhhhhhh this pussy is hot. I’m gonna fuck you raw you little whore.”

The new cock was unbelievably thick and he spread Jade wide with his cock. Another man got on his knees and rested just above Jades head and fed her his long black dick. He pinched and squeezed her tits while face fucking her slut mouth. The man fucking her was losing escort mecidiyeköy himself in his passion. He held Jades legs high and wide and used his thick tool like a battering ram. Every stroke ended with his pubic hairs tangled with hers. He was doing everything he could to fuck Jade as hard as he could and Jade silently thanked him for his efforts spreading her legs wider and throwing her willing pussy at him at every opportunity. The stranger increased the ferocity of his strokes literally doing push ups in her pussy. Jade opened her mouth as wide as she could and a muffled scream emanated from her lungs as her slit was being drilled over and over. Finally the stranger let out a yell and flooded Jades pussy with cum fucking her impossibly hard while he ejaculated. The scene turned on the oral attacker and he shook and emptied his balls into Jades open mouth overflowing her tongue with white semen. Momentarily she laid there face covered in dried black cum and cum leaking from her mouth and used pussy. The crowd seemed to soak it all in and a loud roar was heard everywhere. Jade was indeed a crowd favorite.

Jorel and his friend Kareem each grabbed one of Jades legs and pushed her back until all of her weight was supported by her shoulders and her pussy and ass were pointed to the heavens. Kareem faced away from Jade and inerted his cock into her tight ass. Jorel faced the opposite direction and slid into her slick pussy. They began to fuck Jade who was again loud and excited.

“Yessssssssssssssss. Please fuck me please. Fuck me like a slut please Jorel fuck me harder!!!!!!”

The scene was absolutely breathtaking. A petite Asian girl upside down having both of her holes ravished by big cock black studs and Jade loving every moment. Jade was truly the center of attention as mostly every other session in the club had come to a halt to see the Asian slut get fucked. While Jorel and Kareem stuffed her ass and pussy another man scooted down to her head and talked to her.

“Look at the whore. I bet this is the best thing to ever happen to you isn’tslut? How’s that cock feel in your ass. Big and thick ain’t it? You’re a star honey and every man in here will get get the chance to fuck your sweet pussy. Sounds good doesn’t it whore? He didn’t give her a chance to answer and instead spread his legs and gave her some dick to eat. Kareem and Jorel were working on Jade and savoring the feeling. Kareem slapped and squeezed her ass on every stroke driving Jade senseless. Kareem threw his head back and shot his load deep into her ass. Jorel pulled out and shouted “Soul Train line!!!!!”

About 25 black men stood side by side stroking themselves waiting their turn. The plan was simple. Jade would be passed to each man to be used as they saw fit. One by one they used her willing body. Some men stood up and slammed Jade down onto their cocks fucking her hard and fast standing up and using her ass for leverage. Others threw her to the floor and bent her over beating her pussy or sawing into her ass. No one came they just stroked and stroked drilling her holes with abandon. When Jade reached the end of the line and the last man had his turn the crowd formed a circle around her. Jade was placed on her knees in the middle and cocks were offered to her to suck and jerk to explosion. One by one every man in the room shot their load into her mouth onto her face and tits and all over her body. One man made her bend over and spread her ass cheeks and drowned her asshole and pussy with a gallon of cum. Three others placed themselves on either side of her and in front and simultaneously blasted her pretty face with black cock juice. Finally Jorel stood before her and he was in a state of extreme arousal. Seeing his slut truly covered in cum and loving turned him like never before. He shoved his dick into her mouth and savagely fucked her mouth. His balls bounced off of her chin as he stuffed her mouth. He had a handful of hair and used it to guide himself in and out. The crowd anxiously awaited the grand finale. At last it had come and Jorel pulled out and stroked himself inches from her lips. “Here it is baby get it all!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!” Jorel then unleashed a torrent of cum few men can ever achieve. His cock jerked and twitched like a unmanned fire hose drenching Jades face with yet another load of cum. Jade opened her mouth to catch some but was quickly drowning in goo. Cum shut her eyes like glue and streaked her hair.

“Give it to me Jorel please cum in my face. Cummmmmmmm” Jade was cumming from the action and Jorel’s orgasm finally subsided. He picked Jade up and she nearly collapsed from exhaustion. The crowd erupted in applause as Jade and Jorel strolled off to the club lounge where Jade could get cleaned up and into fresh clothes. “So baby did you like that?”

“I only have one question Jorel. What took you so long to bring me here?”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

When the happy couple returned home they hopped into bed and Jorel turned on the t.v. and an image flickered and there it was. Jorel had the evening recorded for future viewing. Jade felt that familiar tingle between her legs and pushed back the covers to reach for Jorels stiffening member. A big night out and a night to remember. Life is good.

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Alright peeps, let me let this be known.. YES, Arabeth is an idiot. She’s so naïve, she’s so gullible and it makes me sick… but THAT is her character. And the more you guys complain about how stupid she is and how much you hate the story because it, the more agitated I become. Honestly, I’m not writing this to purposefully piss people off but there are some people who actually think the way she does. To the people who are sticking with the story, thank you guys so much for your constant support. I’m definitely not through with this story, and if you stick with me, you will watch Arabeth grow. Much love¦

Thanks to all my pre-readers and my editors Les & Alea. Much obliged, guys.

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-ERC

**

Grayson had made it back to the apartment safely and, after calling Arabeth to make sure she’d made it in safely, he decided to get ready for bed since work would be coming early morning.

d I say high, you say low

You say why, and I say I don’t know, oh no

You say goodbye and I say hello…d

Just as he was settling into bed, his phone went off and he grabbed it from the bedside table. Not even bothering to check the I.D., he answered. “Grayson.”

“Hi, it’s me… Can we talk? I miss you… so much.”

**

“Sooo…” Ina urged, waiting for Arabeth to spill the juicy details. Arabeth giggled and proceeded to disrobe, amused by the mild inquisition of her friend. She’d only been in the house for about 15 minutes before Ina decided that she could no longer stand being left in the dark. Trying her best to keep the smile on her face hidden, she turned her back to her friend and pulled her hair into a high ponytail.

“So, what?” Arabeth replied innocently. Ina, slightly annoyed by her friends coyness, decided she’d had enough of this ‘don’t kiss and tell’ nonsense. Without a word she charged at Arabeth with a low growl, and before Arabeth had enough time to process what was going on they were both laughing and screaming on the floor. Ina had begun viciously tickling Arabeth until she caved. “I give! I-oh my god I’m gonna pee! I give!” she screamed in between fits of laughter.

Ina wasn’t through. “You what?” she yelled back, a victorious smile creeping upon her face. “What’d you say, you little shit?”

Arabeth was near tears as she screamed out again, “I give! I give up!” She hollered, and finally Ina fell onto her back beside her friend. Their breathing was heavy and they were both trying to control their laughter.

“That – wasn’t even… fair!” Arabeth managed to get out. Ina chuckled triumphantly as she slowly sat up and fixed herself into an Indian style sitting position.

“Fair? Dunno what that is… So, spill it,” Ina pushed.

For the next hour, the girls discussed Arabeth’s dates, some good and some awkward. But the good generally overshadowed the awkward and they fell into a comfortable conversation. Ina sat enamored in the conversation, an occasional grin appearing on her face. She was happy for her friend, and she was extremely glad that she didn’t have to put up with the melodramatic bullshit that was Benji. “So are you guys going on a second date?” she blurted out, as Arabeth bit her lip knowingly. Ina wriggled her eyebrows suggestively and Arabeth nodded. Ina squealed with delight and wrapped her arms around her best friend. “That’s so fucking awesome, I’m so happy! For you, of course,” she cheered. After she’d officially smothered Arabeth in hugs, Ina hopped up from the floor and walked over to her bed, plopping down flat on it. She took this time to stare at the ceiling. Arabeth, observing her, moved from the floor to her own bed and sat with her feet hanging off the edge. She stared at her friend curiously.

Arabeth took this opportunity to question her friend on certain male companion that had been over a lot lately. “What’s going on with you and Alex?” she inquired.

Ina let out a soft groan before she sat up on her side, head resting in the palm of her hand as she stared blankly at the wall behind Arabeth. “Honestly? No fucking clue.. I mean, the guy is literally… so perfect! I-well obviously no one’s perfect but you get it. Anyway, he’s super smart, his sense of humor is amazing and he always smells like peppermint…”. She was speaking as if she were reciting a poem about a magnificent loved one. “He’s always dressed so like.. ugh, and his face.. UGH. I just…”. She sighed in annoyance at herself and rolled her eyes. “He’s being really nice to me and all I want is for him to like me for me-…”

“I get the sense he already does Ina…” Arabeth interjected.

“Yeah but, I don’t know. I feel like.. because all we do is have sex… there’s no REAL connection. Like, at the party? I was stuck to his side the entire time… by the way, sorry I didn’t spend more time with you… but anyway, I was stuck to his side the entire time, right? And these… bitches kept coming up to him, talking escort to him. I could literally feel myself getting jealous but I had to remember that he’s not my man…”. Ina trailed off, her thoughts reeling her in.

Arabeth nodded in understanding. She knew what this feeling was. Though, the difference between them was that Kidd seemed to be really into Ina, even if Ina couldn’t tell. “Well, don’t worry about not spending time with me… And.. I don’t know, I’m pretty sure he likes you?” Ina shrugged it off and began getting herself ready for bed. “Come on, Catina!” Arabeth whined and smiled impishly as Ina shot her a death glare. Using her full name always got her to pay attention. “You guys are cute together, ya know?” Ina went back to what she was doing and Arabeth sighed. So much for that. Oh well, she’d see it eventually…

**

“That’s not funny, you fucking prick!” Grayson yelled into the phone. His heart was racing and he was sweating. He’d thought Courtney, his ex-girlfriend, was calling and he immediately went in to panic mode. Though, when he heard Kidd’s faint chuckle in the background, he was both relieved and frustrated. He didn’t know if he would be able to handle talking to her right now, not after the night he’d just had. He was still on a high from that kiss and he didn’t want anything or anyone to bring him down. Kidd had taken the phone from what Grayson assumed was either his sister or their friend Magnolia. ‘Asshole…’

Kidd was still laughing as he started to speak, “I’m sorry man.. I-am… Hah-aha, I am so sorry dude. That was probably a terrible thing for me to do-…”

“Probably?” Grayson fumed. He loved Kidd like a brother, but he picked the absolute worst times to be funny. If only he knew how close Grayson was to hanging up.

“Okay, alright…I’m sorry,” he finally apologized. “I was actually calling to see how your date went.”

Grayson felt a smile slowly creep upon his face as he remembered the way Arabeth’s lips felt on his, the way her body was so soft and how she tasted so sweet. “It went well, thanks for asking. Now I’ve gotta go.”

“Aww, c’mon man… You’ve gotta give me more than that. Tell me… Did you kiss her? Did you?” Kidd sounded like… well, a kid. His enthusiasm was giving Grayson a headache.

“I’ve got work in the morning, but we can grab dinner or something, cool?” he offered, hoping Kidd would take the hint. He did.

Kidd exhaled deeply before he gave in. “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” and he hung up. Grayson chuckled before placing his phone back on the table. His thoughts were racing as he settled back into bed, imaging what Arabeth was doing at this moment. From what he could guess, she was probably telling her roommate about their date and he had hoped that he’d left a good impression on her. He was glad that he and Kidd would be able to talk about the date, but he was secretly hoping that he’d be able to take to Arabeth again tomorrow. He couldn’t believe it, but he was missing her already. She was affecting him like no other girl had ever… Except…

Don’t think about it… just go to sleep.

Grayson nodded and turned on his side, slowly letting his thoughts of Arabeth lull him to sleep.

**

The following morning, Grayson was busy getting ready for work. He’d woken up and went through his morning routine, finishing off with a breakfast consisting of leftovers his older sister had brought down when she was there a week ago. He scarfed down the leftover baked chicken, macaroni and cheese, and string beans. Even though he had 30 minutes until he actually had to be to work, he’d wanted to leave early so that he could just relax in the parking lot at work. Ready to go, he grabbed his keys, phone, and wallet and headed out the front door. When he reached his car his eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. His car was completely covered in pink silly string and toilet paper. He walked around his car, his face red from anger and frustration as he began pulling off the trash from every inch of the vehicle. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” he muttered. He didn’t have time for this shit. Once he’d removed all the toilet paper and silly string he checked to make sure that there was no further garbage hanging from his car. When he didn’t see any he moved around to the driver’s side, and before he could open the door his eyes caught sight of key marks on the side of his door. They weren’t hard to miss, but he hadn’t seen them under all the crap. He bent down to further inspect them and noticed that they spelled out, ‘loser’ and ‘downgraded’. “Fucking Christ!!” he growled. Courtney.

**

knock, knock, knock…

“Coming!” Ina screamed. As they both had the day off, the girls were watching T.V. in the small living area. They were getting lost in episodes of ‘Lie To Me’ on Netflix when they heard the intrusion of a guest. “Did you invite someone over?” escorts istanbul Ina questioned. Arabeth turned to look at her and shook her head. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll get it. I know how tired you must be after carrying that 30 ton rock on your back all day.” the sarcasm rolled off her tongue and Arabeth threw a chip at her, giggling lightly. Ina pushed herself from the couch.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

“I said I’m coming, dammit!” she called again. When she reached the door, Ina quickly unlocked it and flung it open.

“Pues, if you’d moved faster,” Armando dragged and received a playful punch to the arm. “Invite me in, duh,” he drawled lazily. When he saw Ina smirk, he brushed past her and made his way over to the couch. Ina rolled her eyes and closed the door, resuming her spot on the couch. “What are you even doing here?” she asked.

Armando greeted them each with a kiss on their cheeks and sat down on the couch opposite theirs. “I’m off too, and my man candy is working the late shift at Walmart tonight. So… You bitches are stuck with me!” he declared giddily. “What’s this? Ooh, this is my show.. you bitches knew I was coming over!” he squealed, and Arabeth laughed. Manny easily made himself comfortable as he kicked of his shoes and focused on the screen. “Tim Roth is such a hot old man,” he gushed. Both Ina and Arabeth agreed. “So, what are you hoes doing tonight? This?”

“Pretty much, unless something better happens,” Arabeth answered. Truthfully, she was hoping that, by Manny making his arrival, he’d have something for them to do since all of them had the day off.

“Arabeth had a date last night,” Ina blurted out, and she laughed when Arabeth shot her a look of agitation. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Manny to know, but he was so nosy and she knew he wouldn’t stop asking questions. He and Ina were almost similar when it came to getting information out of her. Arabeth’s face turned red when she heard the expected gasp coming from a surprised Manny.

“And you were just gonna lemme sit here? You little slut… dime! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!” he pressured. Arabeth let out a groan and Ina paused the show. For the next 15 minutes Arabeth gave him the shortened version of the date, leaving out the kiss. She knew that as soon as she told him about the kiss he would be pushing for more detail, and she just didn’t wanna talk about that with him. She loved him dearly, but he always made things seem bigger than they were… even though the kiss was better than any kiss she’d ever had.

“Di que… he took you out to dinner, which was nice. Let you pick the station, even better, si? And then you guys sat on a bench?” he asked, laughing a little at the last part. He knew it was more than just sitting on a bench, but being in each other’s company. When Arabeth told him to shut up he laughed harder. “I’m sorry, mami, but you know I had to get one in. He seems nice, way better than that baboso.” Ina lifted her hand, and without saying a word they both reached over Arabeth and highfived each other. This caused Arabeth to roll her eyes and smile at their silent approval. “We should celebrate!” he suggested suddenly and this pulled a string of relieved ‘thank god’ and ‘about times’. “Oh, so you were just waiting on me, huh? Okay, I wanna go out!”

“Duh, but where?” shot Ina. Manny gave a look of disbelief at her snarky attitude. “Sorry, sorry. I just wanna get out of here!”

Manny thought this over and decided on a plan of action that would benefit them all. “Well, how about we get in my car, drive and see where the road takes us?” It didn’t take long before they all screamed with excitement and began getting ready. Arabeth was especially excited because she hadn’t done a mini road-trip with her friends since the beginning of last semester. Whenever they got together for a mini road-trip one of them would drive and they would take the main road off campus. and from there they’d keep going straight until they couldn’t go any further or until they were ready to turn back around. The last trip they’d gone on, they ended up in the deep part of Florence, KY, and they found a cool little hole-in-the-wall bar. Their discovery of the place brought forth a few new friends, some good bar food and a few drinks for whoever wasn’t driving, which at the time happened to be Manny and Ina. This time, they’d take the opposite road and see where it lead to.

“I’m driving, just in case you guys decide to turn up a little… but not too much, cool? I don’t want either of you bitches throwing up in my car. I just got it cleaned,” he warned, and they both agreed. “Let’s see, it’s only… 6:07 right now. That gives you both, like, 53 minutes to get ready. Vamos!!”

**

Grayson and Kidd were seated in a booth at O’Charley’s, casually eating their food. They were talking about random things, with sparse information on the date here and there. “Yeah,” Kidd started, escort bayanlar “so the date went well, that’s cool. You kissed her, even cooler,” he said, and they both snickered like little children. “But what’s the deal? You really like this girl. or – I’m just asking because you haven’t been out of a relationship for that long…”

“I know, Kidd…”

“And you haven’t really known her that long,” he kept going. “Plus, that thing happened with your car, which I’m sorry about by the way. I feel like I should’ve seen her coming since I came in late last night.”

Grayson shook his apology off and told him it wasn’t his fault. “The thing with my car can be fixed, and even then I still don’t know if it was her. I mean, I think it was. But…”

They stared at each other for a second before Alex decided to change the subject. “So, I was wondering… what do you know about Catina Aitken?” he questioned, wondering if he’d heard anything bad about his latest lover.

Grayson smiled genuinely, and without answering the question he flipped the script. “You like her, huh?”

Alex shrugged nonchalantly.

“It’s cool, dude. Even if you don’t say it, I’ll know it,” Grayson teased, and Alex’s smile grew wide.

“I don’t know. She’s cool. Very beautiful, one of the most beautiful girls on campus actually, smart, funny, her attitude is so tough. I like that. She’s got a great smile, super intelligent and not to mention she’s fucking great in bed,” he replied shamelessly. Grayson nodded in understanding. When it’s true, it’s true.

“Well, I don’t really know anything about her. I mean, I figure if there’s anybody to talk to about her, it’d be Arabeth,” he suggested. “But even then they’re best friends, so of course she’ll do nothing but brag about her. Maybe you should ask her out on a date, get to know her a little.”

Alex thought it over for a minute. “Nah, I don’t date. You know that.”

“I do, but you just asked me what I knew about a girl I haven’t even really met. Obviously, you wanna know her some more, so why not?” Grayson replied. He wasn’t going to push his friend into something that he didn’t want to do, but he wasn’t going to become some sort of detective for him either. If he wanted to know more about Catina, he’d have to figure it out on his own. Grayson had his mind on his own woman…

Your woman?

As they fell into a comfortable silence, Grayson felt himself replaying what he’d just said in his head. His woman? He hadn’t meant to put a claim on her so quickly, but he couldn’t help it. He felt a connection with her that was completely unexplainable and he didn’t want to think about any other man standing in his way. He couldn’t picture her with anyone besides him, and vice versa. He knew it was probably silly, and that she possibly didn’t see him as anything more than a guy she’d just went on a date with, but then again they did share a kiss that was anything but ‘silly’, and the thought only reassured what he was feeling. Just thinking about her lips against his was causing a fire to grow deep in his loins . He’d almost forgot that he was out to dinner when he saw Alex snapping his fingers in front of his face. “W-what? What?” he shouted, but then lowered his voice as he received several stares from other people in the restaurant.

“I said… look who’s here.” He mumbled just loud enough for Grayson to catch. Grayson followed his eyes to the members of the table that was two spaces away and he swallowed hard, his eyes narrowing to slits. She was here. Before she could catch him staring he turned to look at Kidd who was doing his own glaring that way. Grayson didn’t want to wait for her to notice him and Kidd was in the same boat. “Let’s go,” he said darkly, and Grayson nodded. The bill had already been paid for, so they quickly gathered themselves and headed towards the exit. Not before Courtney spotted them.

“Well, well, look who it is,” she sneered, and Grayson immediately went on the defense. His feet halted even as Kidd urged him to keep walking, but he wasn’t going to let this go. He had questions, and the only person that could answer them was sitting right in front of him along with her air-headed friends. “How’re you, Grayson?” she asked sweetly, but Grayson wasn’t buying it. This girl was a lot of things, but sweet wasn’t one of them.

“Cut the bullshit, Courtney! What’d you do to my fucking car?” he hissed. He was becoming aggravated just by her sitting there with that smug look on her face. Oh, she’d done it alright. He could tell just by the way her friends were laughing.

Courtney’s smile disappeared and was replaced with unconvincing hurt. She was never a good actress. “Why, Grayson! I have absolutely no id-…”

“Will you please cut the fucking act? I know it was you.. you’re the only one psycho enough to key a man’s car… after you broke up with him. You crazy bitch, if you ever come near me or what’s mine again… It’ll be the last time you ever get to see straight. Got me?” he warned. His tone was menacingly brutal, and it left the table wide-eyed. All except Courtney. She was busy eyeballing a pissed off Grayson with an arrogant smile on her face. If he knew, why’d he have to ask?

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Greg and Phyllis Turner were both struggling to see the road. The snow that started early that morning had just about made the road impassable. They were near the cutoff to the cabin but the snow made it almost impossible to see where to turn. A trip that should have taken about 4 hours had turned into an 8-hour drive.

The two had been married that morning and were to spend their honeymoon at his uncle’s cabin. For the next 2 weeks they would not see a soul but each other. A heavy snowstorm was forecast for all the east coast, but the cabin was well stocked with food and firewood. If they could make it to the cabin neither one minded being snowed in for a couple of weeks.

Greg was really frustrated by the long drive and weather. He had planed on being at the cabin long before now. After all this time he was finally going to get in Phyllis’s panties. The two had been going together since the 11th. Grade and both were still virgins. It wasn’t from his lack of trying, but she wouldn’t let him until they were married.

Greg was a tall young man, very athletic, good at every sport he attempted. If it hadn’t been for his love for Phyllis he could have had most any other girl in school, along with some of their mothers. He weighted about 170 pounds and had real dark eyes to go with his dark curly hair.

She was a beautiful little blond, only 5’3″ tall and about 110 pounds. Her long blond hair fell to the middle of her back. Her breast high and firm as only a 20 year old could be. Because of her petite size they looked even larger than they were. Her mother and father were really strict on her, especially her father. She always had to be home at a certain time with no excuses. When she was younger and starting to fill out, the boys came around in droves. Her father finally put a stop to that. Greg was the only boy that kept coming, and was allowed to date her. Her mother was one of the mothers that found him attractive.

Greg finally found the cut off to the cabin. When he made the turn the only thing that kept him out of the ditch was the 4-wheel drive Tahoe he was driving. The tires caught and he pulled back into the middle of the road. It was about half mile from the main road to the cabin, and by the time they arrived it was all the 4-wheel drive could do to push it’s way through the drifts.

They finally arrived at the cabin and he pulled right up to the steps. Each grabbed a hand full of luggage and headed for the cabin. He unlocked the door and pushed her inside. The cabin was just that, a cabin. His uncle used it for hunting and fishing. It had only one big room and a bath. The bath was so small only one person could possibly get in it at a time. A kitchen was in one corner and a bed in the opposite corner. A large fireplace was in the center of one wall. A porch went all the way across the front of the cabin. Most of the porch was piled high with firewood.

Greg started a fire and brought in the rest of the luggage. The fire soon warmed the small cabin enough for them to get out of their heavy coats. Greg could hardly wait to get her in bed. Even being virgins they were both ready to find out just what this entire sex thing was about.

It was by the hardest that she had been able to hold Greg off for so long. She was as ready as he to consummate their marriage. She didn’t know what to expect but she had read enough books and listen to her friends to know that she was ready to see and feel what Greg had between his legs.

Greg was ready to do more than feel. She had only let him feel her breast through her sweater, never had he touch her flesh. Anything above mid thigh was off limits even though he knew that she was wanting more.

Just as he took her in his arms and started kissing her there was a knock on the door. Who in the world would be out on a night like this? Greg moved to the door and opened it. A man stood on the porch wrapped up to his ears in a heavy coat and a cap pulled down tight against the wind.

“I’m sorry to bother you folks but my car slid into the ditch. I was wondering if you could help me get it out and back on the road?”

The wind was whipping the snow around the corner of the cabin and the temperature was dropping fast. Greg said, “come on in and get warm while I get my coat. Then we’ll see what we can do about your car.”

The man stepped into the room and headed straight for the fire.” I’m about to freeze to death. If I hadn’t got here when did I wouldn’t have lasted much longer? He took off his cap and unbuttoned his coat. Greg and Phyllis were surprised to see he was a black man. There were very few blacks where they lived and none at all in the school they attended. He smiled, “I’m Jim Bush” and stuck out his hand to shake hands with them. It was the first time she had ever touched a black person. Her hand looked so small in his large black one.

Greg told him to stand by the fire and warm while he got his coat. After he had gotten warm they left in the Tahoe to see if they could get his car out of the mecidiyeköy escort ditch. It was all Greg could do to keep the Tahoe on the narrow road. When they got to the main road He knew at once that Jim was never going to be able to continue on in his car. As much as he wanted the time alone with Phyllis he could not leave Jim out in the cold.

They tied the towrope to the car and Greg pulled him out of the ditch onto the narrow road leading back to the cabin. He told Jim, “There is no way for you to go on tonight. You will have to stay with us tonight and try to get out tomorrow.”

They made there way back to the cabin with Greg towing him all the way. Phyllis was surprised to see Jim come back through the door in front of Greg. He explained that the road was closed for the night and that Jim would just have to stay with them.

She was as disappointed as Greg that they would not have this night alone but understood the situation. Maybe after Jim went to sleep they could have some time together.

The cabin was nice and warm from the roaring fire. Phyllis had heated them each a bowl of soup, and Jim had gone back to his car and came back with a case of wine. “I was going to take this to my father but I think we made need to put this to good use now.”

They sit around talking and they told Jim that they had just married that morning and this was suppose to be their honeymoon. He apologized again for the interruption and that he would get out of their way as soon as possible. The fire and the wine were having an effect on all of them. Phyllis had never had any wine before and Greg wasn’t use to drinking much either. Jim wasn’t drinking as much as either one of them and he kept their glasses full. He had a hard time keeping his eyes from her. As the room got hotter she had pulled the turtleneck sweater off and all she had on was thin shift that was so thin you could see her bra through it. If Greg hadn’t had so much to drink he would probably have told her she need to put something else on. Like it was he was getting one of the best looks at her that he had ever had.

As one bottle of wine was empted Jim would open the next. During the conversation the talk turned to sex and they confessed to Jim that they were both virgins and that they had been looking forward to remedying that to night. Jim would have been more than happy to help Phyllis out. If Greg would just have a few more drinks then that might be a real possibility. He even suggested that they might hang a blanket between the bed and fire so they could have some privacy.

Greg thought that this was a good idea and he and Jim set up some chairs and put a blanket over them. This offered some privacy unless Jim stood up, then he would be looking straight at them. Greg mentioned this but Jim reassured him that he would stay down with his back to them. At this point Phyllis didn’t care who watched them she was ready to lose her virginity.

They fixed Jim a bed on the floor in front of the fire so he could keep warm and also keep fresh wood on the fire. They told him good night and went to their bed. Greg quickly stripped and slipped under the covers. She made a fast trip to the bathroom since there wasn’t any heat in there. She had a new gown that she had planned on wearing for their first time together. It was so thin that all of her would be visible to him. She realized that Greg was naked under the cover so what was the use of putting on the gown. She laid it across the foot of the bed and stripping off everything she had on slid in beside him.

Greg watched his new wife’s naked body as she slid under the covers. Neither one gave Jim another thought as they came together under the blankets. Greg could not wait any longer. He had been trying to fuck her for years and now that the time was near he could not resist. The lack of experienced for both of them resulted in him just climbing on and before he even got his cock in her cunt he came. With all the wine he had drink and the sudden release of his sexual tension he passed out like a like a light.

Phyllis could not believe what had happened. She was ready to give up her virginity and now he was out for the night. She could feel his cum running down between her legs and wetting the bed beneath her. She reached down to feel her cunt. It was wet just thinking about what she and Greg were going to do. She eased out of the bed and went in the bath to wipe up the mess. When she came out Jim was standing by the fire watching her. He didn’t say anything just motioned for her to come join him by the fire. She realized that she was naked and he was looking at her. She reached for the gown and pulled it on. She knew that she wasn’t hiding anything from him and didn’t care.

She went and stood next to him by the fire. In the firelight she was quite a sight to behold. He stood almost a foot taller than she. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her small warm body up against him. She didn’t try to resist as he escort girls let his arm drop down to caress her right breast.

He said, “I don’t think your night is going like you planned.”

“I don’t know what happened. He was just to fast. Maybe he had to much to drink and the excitement got to him.”

Jim knew from their earlier conversation that neither one had any previous experience. “All you need is a little time and things will work out.” All the time he was talking he was continually squeezing her breast. Her nipples were hard as marbles and he had her cunt getting wet again. She knew that it was wrong to let him feel her like this but it felt to good to stop. He swapped breast and she turned into his arms. He pulled the gown from her shoulders and for the first time in her life she was standing naked with a man. She knew that this wasn’t Greg but she didn’t care. She wanted to be loved and Jim was more that willing to help her out.

She thought, “what if her father could see me now. Never letting her out of his sight and now here she was standing before a man other than Greg and she felt sure that she was getting ready to have the best night of her life. Her father wasn’t particularly fund of black people and his daughter was about to be fucked by one.”

Jim leaned down and kissed her. She just melted in his arms with her lips and tongue doing battle with his. His hands were all over her. He griped her ass and pulled her up against his hard cock. She could feel him rubbing against her stomach. She just had to see him. She wanted to see what his cock looked like. Things had happened so fast with Greg that she hadn’t even had an opportunity to see him. She wanted to see Jim. She backed away and put her hands on both side of his shorts and pulled them down. His large cock hitting her in the face as it sprang free. He quickly stepped out of them and stood before her, letting her look at him all she desired. They were two superb bodies standing together before the fire. A naked black man with a beautiful blond bride just waiting to get fucked.

She let her hands caress his cock. It was so hard and long and her fingers could not reach around it. How she wondered was she ever going to take all of this in her virgin cunt.

Jim could not believe his luck, to be stranded in a snowstorm and about to fuck the prettiest little blond he had ever seen. He had never fucked a white woman before but he knew that now was the time.

Jim pulled her down on the quilt with him. She let him take charge, doing what ever he told her to do without questioning. She lay before him with her legs spread to give him all the excess he need to her secret parts. Never had she wanted to give herself to a man as she did now. It didn’t matter who he was as long as he could fulfill her need. Her pussy was soaking from all her juice as he touched it with his fingers.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She couldn’t speak so she just nodded her head. He moved over her his lips sucking her breast as he move over her. “Pull your legs up and open them for me.”

She did as he said and immediately felt the head of his large black cock as it touches the mouth of her cunt. He inserted the head just inside her slick opening. His cock was soon covered in her hot fluid. He gently pushes in until she screamed for him to stop.” Stop! Stop! Wait a minute you are killing me!” He stopped and didn’t move until she said, “Now go ahead,” and pulled him down on her.

Jim was all the way in her, his balls resting on her ass. He had been with a lot of women that couldn’t take all of him. A young virgin that took all of him the first time was remarkable. He had never had a woman as tight as Phyllis. Her cunt was hot as it gripped his cock.

As bad as she wanted to loose her virginity, Phyllis thought she had bitten off more than she could chew. From the start it had hurt worse than she could have dreamed. Each time he would slow down the hurt would go away and then he would move again and it came back stronger than ever. When he finally burst her hymen she thought he was killing her. Then he was all the way in and the feeling improved again. He lay on her; his cock buried to his balls in her fresh fucked cunt.

Jim lay still on her letting her relax before he started moving. He kissed her telling her all the time how good she was and how much fun they would have in a few minutes. He sucked on her tits; bring them back to their hard state. As he sucked, more of her liquid soaked his cock making it easier to move around in her. He started very slowly, a little in and out, going deeper each time. Soon he was using a full stroke, rubbing the full length of his cock on her cunt each time he moved in. She was so hot and tight that he was having a hard time keeping control.

As he started the long strokes she was beginning to enjoy the feeling. Her cunt was getting moist and let his cock slide in smooth, rubbing her clit each time he moved in or out. She wrapped her bayan escortlar arms and legs around his big black body and tried to pull him deeper into her.

He would speed up and slow down, each stroke pushing them both closer and closer to a climax. He could not take much more, he was moving faster and faster and she was crying for him to fuck her more. He said, “I’m about to cum, do I need to take it out?”

“NO! Don’t pull out! I want to feel what it’s like when you cum. Just fuck faster I’m cumin to!”

He pumped faster and faster, her ass jumping off the quilt each time he pulled out. Both blew at the same time. She had never felt anything to compare it to. She spread her legs as wide as she could to pull more of him in as he shot load after load deep in her cunt. He was completely spent. Her legs feel to his side because she didn’t have energy enough to even hold him. He finally rolled to her side leaving his cock buried in her cunt. When he could get enough wind back to talk he said, “How did you like your first time?”

“Once you were all the way in it felt wonderful, just like I though it would. Now I wish I had not waited all those years. Your cock feels good just resting in my pussy. Is all other men’s cock as big as yours? I haven’t even seen Greg’s cock yet; I hope he is like you.”

“No I’m bigger that most men and not all women can take the whole thing. You are made to fuck and your husband will never be able to give you all you need. I wouldn’t be able to give you all you need.”

” I need to get back in bed with Greg before he starts waking up. Somehow I don’t think he would relish the idea of you fucking his new wife.” She could feel his cock still buried in her cunt, “Do you think we have time for one more?”

“Yes, I’m good for one more time.” He kissed her again on the breast causing them to harden in anticipation of the fucking she was about to receive.

They fucked once again, taking their time and enjoying it more. He was a good lover with a big cock, and she was a fast learner who could not get enough of him.

The early morning light was coming through the window when they climaxed the last time. “I’ve got to get up now before Greg wakes.”

“What are you going to do when he does wake?”

He probably thinks he fucked me last night before passing out; I’ll just let him think that. If he tries to fuck me with all your cum in me he will just think it was left from last night.”

Jim said, “I just have to fuck you again. I can’t stay here this close for days and not fuck you.”

“I want to fuck you also; maybe we can work something out. Just don’t let him know what we did last night. I still love him and don’t want to ruin my marriage before it’s even started.”

She cleaned up in the bath before climbing in bed with Greg. Her wedding night had been as good as she always pictured it, Thanks to another man.

Greg woke about an hour after Phyllis came to bed. His head was about to burst from all the wine he had drank last night. He was trying to remember just what transpired before he passed out. He lifted the covers and looked at Phyllis. She was just as naked as he. He remembered her getting in bed naked and him getting on her, but that was all he could remember. He slid his hand down to her wet cunt, which was still wet from him, or so he thought. I must have gotten farther than I thought. He started caressing her pussy and his cock harden immediately.

Phyllis felt him rubbing her and rolled over on her back and told him to fuck her again.

He was on her just like last night, only this time he was able to enter her cunt before cumin. Jim had made it easy for him. Like last night he didn’t last long. He came and rolled off her.

Phyllis was glad that he was quick this time, for she was tired and sleepy from her time with Jim. She said before going to sleep,” Greg we are going to have to do something about you shooting so fast.” The thought was with her as she dozed off that all was not lost. Greg’s cock was as big as Jim’s. All he needed was some lessons and she knew just the one she wanted to give them.

When he recovered he got out of bed and walked around the sheet to stand before the fire. Jim was lying on top of the quilt naked. Even soft his cock was very impressive to anyone but Greg whose cock was just as big. He wondered what the dried white stuff on Jim’s cock was and why he was naked. Luckily he did not see Phyllis gown on the chair by the fire.

Greg slipped on his over coat and made his way out for firewood. He had to fight just to get the door open against the blowing wind. He made his way to the Tahoe. Once in it he cranked the suv to get warm so he could listen to the latest weather report. The news was not good. It would continue to get worse for the next 3-4 days. It would be at least 8-10 days before anyone would be able to travel. Like it or not they were stuck with Jim for that time.

The water was frozen and the power was out, but thank goodness there was plenty of wood.

He loaded his arms with firewood and was trying to push open the door when Jim opened it from inside. He had dressed while Greg was outside and together that stocked the wood box. Greg told him about the weather report and once again He apologized for spoiling their honeymoon.

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Stepping into the gathering was like being pushed under a waterfall of sound. The Cocktail Party Effect was operating at full power. Everyone was talking at the top of their lungs … and voices. Trying—and failing—to out-talk their neighbors in the crowded rooms. Your ears automatically try to tune out the din, but, with each person trying to out-shout all the others, a soft-spoken person couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

I’d been invited in the usual way, as a friend of an acquaintance of a buddy. So I didn’t know anyone. But it was better inside than out, what with the chill in the air, as a Philadelphia late fall frosted the outside air. Drifting between knots of people earnestly trying to converse with flailing hands and jerking bodies, seeing lips move, and hearing disjointed words and phrases, I wandered from group to group.

Finally, I settled near the cooler where there was some beer, and wondered why I’d come. Certainly not to flirt and make time with a woman, as I desperately wanted. The prostate operation that’d saved my life from cancer had also resulted in a damaged nerve, resulting in a permanent case of “floppy doodle.” Retaining sensation, and still having functioning balls just made it worse. Longing, wanting, desperately needing some sex, and unable to get any, ever again.

I still remembered the last and only time I’d been successful picking up a girl, post-surgery. I can still hear the cruel laugh and screech in my ear’s memory, when it became obvious that I couldn’t “get it up,” then or ever. That’s when I had to leave my job, and go out on my own as a self-employed guy, just to avoid the buzzing vicious female gossip centered around “old dickless.”

I worked 24/7, trying to drown myself in work, but found I just had to get out and socialize. So, finding myself at this party, I backed up against the wall, and tried to make sense of the noise. One group was talking textile design, as I heard fragments like “weave,” and “bias,” and “color vulvas” (I think that was “values”). My attention wandered to another node, where I sorted out computers and systems. No thanks, my former friends did too much of that as it is. Sigh.

No one seemed to know what a Public Adjustor was, or did, or cared to find out. Sigh, again!

As I was searching for another group, something kicked at my shin. I glanced down at a pretty Asian face of about 5′ nothing inches, looking up to my 6′ 6″. The face said something like, “gimmit uh bear.” I answered intelligently, “huh?”.

She tried again, shouting, face working, “gimm tuh bert.” Again, I answered, also yelling, “what?”

Her face spasmed in a quick grin, and, reaching up, she grabbed by necktie, and yanked my face down to her lips. This time, I distinctly heard, “Get me a vuckin’ beer,” she commanded, adding “God damn Engrish rang ridge.”

Four steps to the cooler, surrounded by nodes of screaming party-goers. My height was an advantage, as I simply snaked two beers with one hand from the cooler, hauling them dripping ice-water across two sets of half-exposed bosoms, complete with blond hair and vacant expression. Boob-possessor girls squealed and spun around, the wrong way. Smiling smugly, I gave one to my necktie-pulling companion. I tried to talk, but with the noise, plus our unequal heights, I couldn’t catch but one word in ten.

I solved the problem by simply sitting on the floor, cross-legged. My chance-met companion squatted in front of me, sipping from the bottle, and banging her elbow on the wall, same as me. We both missed each other’s names in the noise, and much of a few minutes of attempted small talk. But I did catch that she’d watched as I dribbled the ice from the beer cooler on the two sets of breasts. Meanwhile, I got an eyeful, looking up her slim thighs to the shadows under her short skirt.

Yes, she caught me looking. Then she just grinned again (100-watt grin), and sipped her beer. My forever-to-be limp cock tried pathetically to stiffen and jerk, but had to settle for a weak spasm. Then, without warning she set her beer down on the carpet. It promptly fell over spilling beer in a puddle on the carpet.

“Give me han’,” she ordered.

I extended my right hand, as the left still held my own beer. She guided my admittedly slender middle finger down to my palm, and applied some force to mark the point my finger made on the palm. In my case, just to the muscle at the base of my thump. Then she put her little hand into her small purse, dangling from her shoulder, and pulled out a small tape measure. She measured from the lowest point that my finger tip reached on my palm to the tip of the finger itself.

I raised my eyebrows, questioning.

She said, casually, as she put the tape measure away, “finger tip to finger reach is crows to pemish side.”

“Pemish side? Crows?”

“No. Not ‘crows,’ crowsh. Not ‘pemish,’ pemis. God damn Engrish rang ridge. You know. Rong finger rengt means pemice big.”

“Spell it?,” I asked

“You know. Pemice. Eight and escort şişli haf’ inches. Dat’s right, yes. P-E-M-I-S.”

I finally figured out that my chance-met Asian pretty girl was talking about estimating my penis size from my middle finger length!

Then came one of those moments. At a party, when everyone is talking, yelling, there comes a moment, unplanned, not organized, when everyone simultaneously stops, takes a breath, to keep on speaking. There is a brief, stunning silence, into which I yelled, at my absolute loudest, into the deafening silence …

“NO. PENIS. P-E-N-I-S!”

The stunned silence continued for one, two, three heartbeats, as all eyes turned toward me. An anonymous voice from the other side of the room clearly commented, “that’s something I really wouldn’t want everybody to know, don’t you think.” The roar of laughter drowned everything else out. I heard other comments like, “Hey, dickless, I can lend you an inch or so to spare.” Someone else said, too clearly, “maybe you better let us take care of your date.” The old song started up, “Does yer cock hang low? Does it wobble to and fro? Can yuh tie it in a knot? Can yuh tie it in a bow? …” And so on.

I started to get up, to slink away from this party, ready to vow never to see another person socially again. My little Asian chance-met companion grabbed me by the necktie again, grabbed up my beer, snatched another from the cooler, and guided me out the door onto the patio. She dragged me to the far end of a plastic lawn couch, and pulled me down to the seat. Then she grabbed at a pile of black something, and forced what seemed like an oversized black cotton quilt over the both of us. Some scrambling arranged it around our legs, and over our heads. Only our faces were exposed. The rest piled up on our laps and at our feet.

Still holding firmly onto my necktie, my party-met girl friend kissed me thoroughly. I kissed back, wanting to be urgent, knowing that I literally had all the time in the world to kiss.

But I broke first, as I had to know, “what about the hand and finger thing.”

“Ah, dat easy. Finger reach to hand is close to pemis size. You eight and haff inch. You sure to be big white boy. I rike dat.”

Her hand stole up my thigh to land lightly on my crotch. Her face crossed into a little frown. “How come you not get hard? Got pretty girr: talk dirty, with gerr hand on pemis. You not gay, I know for sure.”

So I told a girl I’d just met a few minutes ago the whole story. About the diagnosis. About the surgery. About waking up with a good prognosis, but a warning about how much tissue they had to take out. About finding out that my erection wouldn’t erect. My “wooden whistle wouldn’t whistle.”

Speaking faster and faster, I told about getting herbs, drugs, about the couple of dates I’d had, about the vicious teasing and humiliation at work, how even masturbation to hard-core pictures took a long time and made “peter” sore. And you can’t do anything with a sore peter. About how Viagra didn’t work. About striking out on my own work, because I had to.

When I finally ran down, and stopped crying, I looked over at my little Asian party-met girl, and waited for the evil words, the cutting remark.

Which didn’t come.

I even saw a little smile, quirking up one side of her lips. One hand and arm snaked around my head. I had to look fast, because those lips were on mine a moment later. As we kissed, I felt her other hand tug several times, as she lifted her body and squirmed around.

Then she said, “Dere, dat better. Giff me udder hand!” She grabbed my free hand, and guided it to her leg, which was bare. She urged my hand up, past a skirt hem that had been hiked up, and further up to a pair of nether lips radiating heat. I caressed her bare pussy. My exploring fingers found the skirt, bunched up around her waist.

My other hand went exploring as well, to find her blouse also hiked up to my touch. Those so large, un-Asian breasts, encased in what felt like a sheer soft bra cup, waiting for my touch.

I roamed my hand over the globes she presented me, and quirked my own eyebrow. She gave me the 100-watt grin again, and whispered, “bess tizz for da money.” She added, “fear very good when you fear me. Finest kind nips, too. You touch, purr, make China gurr fear rear good.”

My still sensitive but flaccid member was jerking and twitching, struggling to get some length. Alas. I said so, starting to break away. She grabbed my hands and replaced them, on boob and pussy.

“Fear me. Truss me. Make China girr body fear good. God damn Engrish rang ridge.”

Gently, but firmly, my questing fingers found her sheer fabric enclosed nipples and her (soaking!) pussy, and started to stroke. She started to move and slowly heave under the heavy black quilt. The heavy quilt sagged down over our faces, until only our eyes were showing.

The patio door slid open, and two strangers stepped into the frosty night. My companion istanbul escort girls and I froze, motionless.

A man and a woman stood there. He was dressed casually, and she had on the “little black dress,” common to the cocktail party circuit. Emphasis on ‘little’. She had a half-empty glass of something or other in her hand. Neither paid the slightest attention to what must have looked like a pile of black cushions and blankets on the bench. I stopped my stroking, and opened my mouth.

Her hand from around my head whipped further to cover my mouth. In my ear, I heard the softest whisper possible, “Shhhh. Show iz start. We rook. You fear me more. Put finger in, deep” My hand began the slow breast feel and nipple pinch I’d been doing, plus the gentle penetration of her slippery pussy lips, probing for her pleasure nub. Almost noiselessly, she sighed and oh-so-slowly contrived to open her thighs a little more, under the covers.

We could see the intruding couple in a slit opening, covering our heads and bodies. We must have been invisible, and anyway, they were totally fixed on each other. No preliminaries, she put her drink down on the balcony edge, and started fumbling with the guy’s trousers. He started working on her dress zipper … the front zipper, unless she had it on backward.

My companion again whispered so very softly in my ear, “Day gonna make rove. We see. I rove watch, get rear hot. You watch gurr, I watch guy. Rove to see big hard pemis in, out of gurr.”

My cock, ached for release in the woman’s pussy, as her date for the moment’s cock fell free. Without a word, she sat on the low railing of the apartment balcony, one bare leg over his shoulder, spreading her thighs wide. The other leg, nearest us, she let dangle, so we could see every detail. Saw as the man’s cockhead paused at her bare pantyless body, and then, with a grunt, pushed inside. Watched–clutching my companion–as he pushed his length in and out of the woman, each time sinking deeper until he was balls deep in her. Watched as the woman’s dress was pulled wide open by her. Watched as she grunted and moaned, breasts heaving and shuddering, as he thrust into her.

Watched in disbelief, because as fast as he was thrusting, her orgasm came first, and her body jerked and writhed, to his frantic pounding. Heard the barely intelligible grunted words, as he ground out, “I’m gonna cum.” And continued to watch, as she suddenly pulled away from him, guiding his rigid member toward the balcony railing, hand blurring in motion on his member. Watching as he stiffened, grunted again, and spermed his own orgasm, the liquid sailing over the railing and arcing downward to the street below. Pulse, squirt, groan, “fuck, oh yeah,” four times.

Heard with unabashed glee, as from the street below came an anguished, hate-filled female cry, “Girls, there’s a GODDAMN MAN up there!”.

Finally watched as his diminished and now flaccid member was wiped clean on a patio napkin, also casually tossed over the balcony. He closed up his trousers, and she zipped up her cocktail dress, and they both re-joined the party. Neither had said a word to the other.

I turned my eyes to my Asian companion, who was laughing and cumming around my questing fingers at the same time. My still limp cock was laying in her palm, frantically spasming and trying to erect, and leaking pre-cum into her fingers.

She released my member, and stuffed it back into my trousers, and then giggled, “oh, you wan it so bad. I rove watch man do pemis into woman. I rike it bess when I dat woman. You and me reave this dumb party, go your prace. I make you hard, you put hard pemis inside. Den you make me cum rots.”

“I’ve tried to tell you, I JUST CAN’T,” I cried out softly.

“You rike me. You truss me, yes. I know way. I stay for night, ronger. You shove big man pemis inside, whirr I watch. I say, ‘yes, yes, yes,’ whirr you do it. You do it over and over. I promise, yes.”

“I’ve tried ancient Chinese herbs, and they don’t work.”

“You truss me, and I fix beauty-fur pemis for you. I know way, yes.”

I had nothing left to loose, wanting to get between those legs in the worst way … the best way … any way at all. I nodded, ‘yes,’ even knowing that nothing was really going to happen, but wanting to cling to the merest fantasy.

“OK, ress go. Get coat. You drive here?

Replying, I said, “no, I took the subway and a cab.”

“Even better. We take my car. You drive tick shift? No? Thass good, I drive. Ress brow joint.”

We pushed our way through the still screaming partygoers, and found my jacket and her light sweater. We’d almost made it to the door, when I felt my arms pinned to my sides, and her arm held tight by a couple of blond-haired guys, thug-type, and drunk.

“Hey, dickless, where you take this little cutie? We both got better things for her to do than talk Chinese comic books with you. Hey cutie, let’s see what under that skirt.”

One guy made nişantaşı escort a clumsy grab for my companion’s thigh. She slowly turned, and gave him a cold stare, saying, “Ah, so, you wan do rape, do you? OK, big guy, show ritter Asian chick whacha got.” I struggled, and got a solid blow to the head for my troubles. A circle had magically appeared in the party, as the drunk guests looked to see whether my woman would do it in public.

She turned slowly, pushing out her chest and raising up her blouse, exposing her boobs. I caught a wink as her glance landed on me. As she turned back, I saw her hand drop toward her black shoulder bag, and push inside. She reached up with her free hand, and slowly drew down one blonde’s trouser zipper, exposing a large bulge in boxer shorts. She continued fumbling in his shorts, while, invisibly to him and to the party, her other hand found objects in her bag. His trousers and underwear dropped to the floor, as his turgid drunken member emerged.

I felt my captor’s hands relaxing. Knowing that I could expect surprises from a woman who kept a tape measure in that same bag, ready to measure a man’s potential penile size, I was ready for anything.

She simultaneously started manual work on that cock, vigorously stroking it, as her other hand hovered an object over his now dropped trousers and underwear. I smelled the sudden stink of alcohol, and saw her hand drop one object and grab up another in her palm.

“Ah, so, you have big one. I make you hot. Rear hot. Hot as fire. RIKE DIS!” A tongue of flame leapt out of the modified butane lighter in her hand, directed downward toward the concentrated alcohol-soaked underwear and trousers. The flames from the suddenly burning clothing bunched at the blonde’s ankles shot up toward his dangling balls, as she dropped his now rigid penis, grabbed both his balls and gave these a viscous squeeze.

He screamed, and fell, writhing, to the floor, trying to clutch his testicles, vomit, and struggle out of his flaming clothes at the same time.

Applying some Aikido of years past, I pivoted around on one foot, toward my captor’s loose grip, and continued the turn. Pulling slightly back, his reflexes kicked in, pulling me inward, which I reinforced, completing the turn, and overbalancing him into a heap on his friend’s burning trousers, underwear, scorching cock and burning publc hair.

On the second turn around, I upset the whisky bar into the now flaming pile of clothes and thugs, smashing several bottles, some of which also began to burn with a blue alcoholic flame (some asshole is always drinking highly flammable clear-grain alcohol on a dare.).

My companion screamed something in an other-than-English language, but the meaning was completely clear: “Take that, you drunken, girl-groping, raping sots,” came through loud and clear.

The party dissolved into a struggling mass of panicked drunk people, and my ‘date’ and I slipped unnoticed out the apartment door. Laughing and gasping, we ran to the end of the corridor, where we opened the emergency service door to the stairs. She suddenly jumped into my arms, shoved her skirt-covered pussy in my face (yes, I tried to lick it) and reached up with her lighter. She played the long tongue of flame over the sprinkler head, which erupted water. The other sprinklers in the corridor also turned on full force, as we slammed down the stairway three floors, and exited onto the street.

“Dis way,” she called, and we ran around the corner, and up about half a Philadelphia long block, pausing at an old Volkswagen, painted a bright orange. Around to the driver’s side, which she opened, and shoved me in. Expecting to find a passenger’s seat, I tumbled onto a flat surface, and thrashed in what seemed to be a rag factory. My companion started the car, jammed it into 1st gear (stick shift!), and we roared out of the tight parking space and up the one-way street (the wrong way).

Turning right, we passed the apartment where we’d been and saw blue alcohol flames licking up from the balcony, and people in party clothes trying to climb down and to the sides, while the fire sirens echoed in the near distance.

She drove up the street, toward Broad. Turning right on Broad, we headed toward City Hall, and freedom. She was still laughing, her pretty face grinning from ear to ear, as I tried to extract myself from the ‘rags’ around me.

“Where you home?” she asked, as we passed Vine.

“Keep on up Broad, then onto 611, until we get to Jenkintown. Long way.” I suddenly saw why I was struggling. There wasn’t any passenger seat.

Squirming around, I managed to face forward. I was on a narrow platform, covered in clothes, and a couple of blankets. There was a deflated air mattress under me.

I realized that my little Asian partner-in-arson-crime was probably living in her car. I said as much.

“Yeah. Rive in car. Safe money. You rike my boobs. Bess tits money kin buy. Save rot’s money, no pay rent. Pretty safe, park at my job prace. Dat gone, now. Damn doctor lef’ with nurse he fuck, no warning. Need new safe prace wiz prug for heat. God damn Engrish rang ridge.”

So I said something stupid. “Come live with me at my place.” Oh, God, what did just do? I can’t get it up, and now I have another stray cat to take care of.

I Had No Clue

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I had no clue I would be meeting anyone, especially at Home Depot. I was wearing jeans, work boots and a beat up old flannel shirt. This was the week that I planned to spend rebuilding the porch around the house. I was at Home Depot picking up the nails, flashing and some miscellaneous tools. As I shut the tailgate of my truck she was walking by. She was gorgeous. The breeze pushed her fragrance toward me. She smelled so sweet, not overpowering simply enticing. I stopped and watched her, smiling to her as she passed by, “Hello.” She flashed a smile, “Hi.” I wondered quietly what it would take to win a woman like that. I climbed into the truck and cranked it up watching her pull away in her little BMW convertible. I knew when I saw that car that a beautiful, sophisticated black woman would not date a Z71 driving white guy. I didn’t know at that moment how wrong I was.

Heading back to the house I came upon an accident that had just happened. You got it, someone had run a stop sign and T-boned her Beamer. I quickly pulled in behind her and put my flashers on. “You okay?” I hollered. She looked a little shaken so I hopped out and ran over to her. She was sitting in the driver’s seat with the door open and her feet on the pavement, “I think so…uh…uh…I need to call the police.” The other driver was dazed and I think he was drunk. I told her to sit still while I called the police. They came rather quickly and not only ticketed the other driver but hauled his drunken self to jail. The wreckers came for the cars and I introduced myself, “I’m sorry for all you’re trouble. I’m Steven Edwards. Can I drop you somewhere?”

“Thank you Steve, I’m Carrie Whit. I don’t want to inconvenience you. You’ve been so nice to help me already. I’m sure this wasn’t the way you planned to spend your morning.”

I laughed. “It’s no problem. I’m just glad you weren’t hurt. You tell me where I can drop you,” I smiled.

“Could you drop me at my home?”

“No problem. I hope you don’t mind riding in a truck,” I laughed.

“No, not at all.” I helped her climb into the truck. The hem of her short skirt rode all the way to her crotch as she tried to climb in the şişli escort truck giving me a view of the most luxurious stocking covered leg and pussy I had ever seen. She slid back against me and laughed a bit. I told her to turn around and face me and kind of hop up and back while I lifted her under her arms into the seat. I put my hands under her arms with her facing me and lifted getting a full feel of her soft full right tit. She smiled as she hopped backward into the seat. I pulled the seatbelt around her and winked, “safety first,” as she settled back into the leather seat. Just the sight and feel of her body against me started a bulge growing in my jeans. When I climbed into the driver’s seat I noticed her eyes fixed on my bulge. She didn’t say anything, she just bit her lip and rolled her lower lip off her upper teeth with a twinkle in her eyes. What a seduction. All I could think to say was, ‘it’s getting’ kinda hot in here, need some air?”

She just ran her tongue lightly and quickly over her lips, “feels good to me.”

Once at her home she asked me in for an iced tea. Being a southern gentleman I couldn’t refuse a cool glass of tea. Being a turned on southern gentleman I couldn’t resist another few moments with this stunning creature. I followed her into the kitchen where she made our tea. We chatted and I watched her. As I was standing, leaning against the counter she sauntered over with the tea setting both glasses down on the counter. “I haven’t thanked you properly.” With that she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Our tongues explored each other’s mouth with liquid fire. My hands were on her fine, round black ass. Her hands were already on the top button of my jeans with the other on my ass. She deftly unzipped me and dropped to her knees sliding my jeans down. My dick bounced under the Jockeys and pushed a huge growth at her lips. She slid her hands up my legs and under the elastic of my Jockeys, pulling them down from the inside. As she pulled them down my fully extended eight inch dick fell to her lips. She moaned, “Oh Steven…hmmm.” She sucked the florid, swollen, golf ball sized dick head into her mouth istanbul escorts and rolled her tongue expertly around it, then suddenly she sucked my dick deeply into her mouth and against the back of her throat. I was balls deep in her beautiful mouth. My hands went immediately to her head and I began instinctively pistoning, slowly in and out of her mouth. She sucked and swirled, wetting my dick with each swirl. Her mouth was fiery hot and my knees were shaking more and more. I didn’t know how long I could manage. I blurted out, “I’m gonna cum!!” She sucked even harder and I pistoned even faster and harder. Suddenly I exploded in her mouth, down her throat, till cum bubbles came out her nose…she was moaning and licking me sucking down every drop until she had cleaned me perfectly of all traces of my cum. She stood slowly and I lifted her, both our knees were quivering and wobbly. She smiled and kissed me deeply, pulling back finally, “my God if I had known white men tasted this wonderful I wouldn’t have waited so long.”

I kissed her again, slowly, tasting the remnants of me in her mouth.

She pulled back, taking my hand, “now make love to me.” She led me into her bedroom, with me short-stepping along with a hard dick and jeans around my ankles. Once in the bedroom we got naked, quickly. I lifted her into my arms and laid her on the bed, beginning at once to kiss her sweet lips, working my way slowly down her long, swan-like neck to her 38C tits stopping to nourish myself and engorge her nipples. I ring each nipple to their almost half inch length. The aureoles were huge and dark. Here fragrance was like none I’d ever encountered. I kissed down her abdomen to her belly and down to the pubic hair beginning, spreading her thighs as I went. She began moaning and squirming begging me to slow down that she was going to cum. I lifted each of her legs over my shoulders and buried my face in her pussy. Her clit hood pulled back and her black shrouded, pink clit stuck into mouth. She was running pussy juice like a leaky faucet. I wasted none of it as I licked, and suckled and tongued out her beautiful pussy. She bucked furiously taksim escort against my tongue as she exploded in orgasm and an aroma of pussy engulfed my head and my senses like I had never experienced. Her juices flooded my face and streamed down her ass crack. I followed them with my tongue and found the end on her anus ring. I licked and swabbed her with my tongue using my fingers to manipulate her steaming pussy and clit. She was cumming again and she bucked even harder against my mouth but I rode her down. She screamed at the top of her lungs, “AHHHHHHHHHHHH……uhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnhhhhh…oh…..my God!!!!” She convulsed and rocked and bucked with me riding her face down like the pussy-starved cowboy that I was. Finally she lay back and moaned, “What did you do to me? Oh my God Steven…oh my…”

My dick was hard and I needed to be in this beautiful pussy. I pushed the swollen head against her aching pussy and enraged clit and rubbed it along the slit moving between the lips and up and over the clit. She came alive and raised up on her elbows, “just fuck me Steven…I can’t take it any more…please…” she begged me. I couldn’t either and pushed in the first few inches and she gulped, “all the way…plllleassse…” I satisfied us both and buried me balls deep in that beautiful pussy, driving deeply with each down stroke after withdrawing almost completely out. My rhythm increased and she began ramming her sopping wet pussy at my groin. I felt my dick swelling even more than it had ever grown. I bottomed out in her pussy and I kept pounding away my balls bouncing off her beautiful ass until they began tightening. I knew I was gonna cum big this time and I started to pull out. Carrie locked her legs around me, “no you don’t…fuck me and give me your baby…I am gonna cummmmmmmmm!!!!!” Her words were like electricity firing through my body. We simultaneously, or so it seemed, exploded into one another. My cum fired into her womb with accuracy, spattering her with white hot semen and her pussy convulsed around my rock hard dick, squeezing and milking me dry. We collapsed. In about an hour or so we stirred. I kissed her beautiful dark brown lips and face. She smiled, “oh my. Where have you been all of my life?”

I smiled and told her, “Never mind the past, I’m here now.”

That was eleven months ago. We married a month after we met and in a week or so our baby will be born. You just never know what will happen or whom you’ll meet. I had no clue.