The Crossing - Expiation

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The Crossing -- Expiation is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Also note that my works generally contain sexual themes, objectionable language and behavior that most people should avoid. If you are easily offended, unable to discern the difference between fiction and reality, dislike the use of profanity, are uptight, or afraid that reading this material may pose danger to your sanity, then you should immediately cease reading any further.

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Author's note: This is a male to male centric series; however, be advised that the prologue contains male and female physical interaction. Do not dismiss the remainder of the short story, out of hand, because of a mistaken belief that this is not about gay men, it is. Allow me some modicum of poetic license, and read through to Chapter 1. If you can't bear to read through the storyline setup then begin reading at Chapter 1; however, later, as the storyline progresses, you may not be fully aware of some of the subtleties of the plot(s).

I would also like to thank one of my readers -- Chas, for his invaluable assistance with the title for this series. Yours truly was encountering a bit of writer's block concerning the title and, after reading a draft of this short story, Chas graciously offered an inspired suggestion, thus the main title for the series is strictly his brain child. Thanks Chas!

Prologue

Friday Evening --

"Can you give me one good reason that I don't make you walk home?" Josh asked coldly, pulling his cock out from between the legs of the blonde cheerleader lying beneath him, on the back seat.

Sitting upright in the back of his restored 70 Dodge Challenger; he zipped up his jeans and moved to open the driver's side door to get out.

"Are you going to just leave me here like this? I didn't come yet!" the blonde screamed at him.

"Don't be too disappointed Bitch! I didn't come either!" he said, vehemently, "Now get dressed; I'm taking you home!" Josh said dispassionately, as he opened the door and stepped out into the cool early fall air.

"You bastard!" Melanie Lockhart shouted, pulling her thong panties on and straightening her uniform skirt. "I swear to God, I'll make you pay for this Josh Dugas!" venom dripping off every word she spoke.

"Yeah, I'm sure you will, you little Cunt, but keep in mind that I can make that reputation you're so proud of disappear in a heartbeat, so be careful what you say about this; got it!" he said icily, raising one eyebrow. "Melanie, this is the way it's going to go down; I'm not going to mention your little ongoing slander and disinformation campaign to anyone, but if I hear one word about me, or I even think any malicious crap was propagated by you, and I'll tell everybody what a Slut you are." Josh said flatly, warily eyeing the slim blonde, his expression blank.

"No one will believe you!" she replied, unconvincingly.

"Oh, you think not!?" he remarked, smiling coldly at the little blond leaning against the opposite door. "You've fucked so many guys, it's going to be hard to find someone that hasn't had their dick in you!" he laughed. "What will all of your bitchy hypocritical friends think about that?" he said between clinched teeth.

"You wouldn't!" she shouted, nervously shifting against the door.

"Not a long as you're a good girl and keep your mouth shut where it concerns me." Josh said flatly, glaring at Melanie.

"You Son of a Bitch, I'll have your balls for this! Tell any fucking body you want, I'll say all of you are making this shit up! Every girl in school will believe me! By the time I'm through, I'll have everyone convinced that every one of you jocks are lying out your teeth. You'll see!" she said defiantly, an evil smile crossing her face as she thoughtfully envisioned her eventual triumph.

"Well, I see you really are the Cunt everybody claims you are." Josh said casually.

Smiling broadly, Melanie looked at Josh smugly and said, "I'm going to hand you your balls unless you do exactly as I say. First, you are going to date me, until I decided I want someone else. And, you will fuck me whenever and wherever I tell you to! Any questions?" she asked confidently.

"This girl really is the bitch that everyone told she was." Josh was thinking, as he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "This won't be as hard as I thought it was going to be." He said to himself, coldly.

"What, are you going to call for help!?" she said sarcastically, crossing her arms under her breasts and reclining against the seat, the corners of her mouth turning up in a smirk.

"Nope! Just thought you might like to see something of interest" he said, paging through his image gallery.

Pulling up an image folder marked Personal, on his Droid, Josh clicked on the first image in the list and handed the phone to Melanie, wordlessly sitting back against the seat, and stared out the driver side window.

He didn't have to look at the small blonde, her noticeable gasping, and muffled groans were enough to let him know she would not be a further problem to him, or anyone else at the school.

After a long minute; "Any questions? As you are so fond of saying." asked Josh, fighting to keep the satisfaction out of his voice. "And, by the way, those images are safely stored on a couple of servers, so destroying my phone won't solve your problem." he said, his voice completely devoid of emotion.

Before she could respond Josh added, "Melanie, I'm not trying to ruin your life, or destroy you; one, I'm not like you, and two, if I had wanted to do that these digital images would be all over the Internet by now. I simply want you to cease and desist ruining people's lives for you and your friends own amusement. If you officially retire as queen bitch, then your secrets are safe with us.

"Oh my God!" she sobbed, "Who else knows about this??" she asked horrified.

"That's not important, what is important is that you know this entire scheme was the culmination of you and your chic click's evil intentions. Basically, you guys fucked with the wrong people this time!" Josh said, taking the phone back from her and paging through the collection of images. "This is quite a collection Mel." he began, "Let's see, I knew you were spreading your legs for everybody on the football team and, oh, just about any team, but no one would have guessed you and your group were raging lesbians too!" he continued. "But, the one that really stands out is your undying love for your father; you do bring a whole new meaning to the term "Daddy's Girl"! Whew! I was hot just watching the video!" Josh remarked, without an ounce of humor in his voice.

Melanie sobbed loudly now, as Josh put his arm around her reassuringly. After everything she and that group of maniacal bitches had perpetrated on innocent people at school, he felt pity for her. Not that she didn't deserve what she got, it's just he didn't like seeing anybody put through something like this. That sentiment quickly vanished as he thought back to just minutes earlier, when Melanie had spontaneously devised a vicious scheme to entrap him. "Yep! She's a heartless manipulative bitch, and don't every forget that!" he said to himself, tempering his sympathy for the sobbing form next to him. He was especially on guard when she leaned into him as she sobbed, placing her arms around his waist.

"HOW?" she asked, inhaling deeply between sobs, "How did you get those pictures?" she continued to ask, genuinely terrified.

"You're a smart girl, that's your bedroom; I think you can piece it together from there." Josh declared.

He knew Melanie and her group weren't accustomed to having anyone beat them at their own dirty little game, and it was quite obvious from her body language, that the evil bitch was terrified at the prospect of being exposed for what she was; an evil bitch that would fuck anything that walked. But he knew their little group would all come to the same conclusion by the end of tonight; they were being watched, and they would straighten up their act, or else! There was, however, one more thing he had been asked convey to her.

"Mel, there's just one more thing." he said dryly, still holding his arm around her shoulders. "Everyone in your little group of evil, has been informed tonight, in their own way, that this is all coming to a halt; immediately." he continued, "And if your group can't police themselves, someone will do it for you." Josh finished, without looking down at the petite sobbing girl next to him. "Do you understand?" he asked casually.

"Yes." Melanie calmly answered, as her sobs slowly subsided.

"Please tell whoever has those images of me and Daddy, not to let them get out, please??" she begged, fear in her eyes. "Tell them I'll do anything they want, just don't let those picture get out!" she pleaded, terrified. "It would ruin my family..." she murmured, her voice trailing off.

"Melanie, they won't do that, unless you give them a reason, and it's the same for the other girls. Just don't be such a menace and you're going to be fine, and the images and video will be deleted when all of you graduate. It's that simple, okay?"

She nodded her head in affirmation, as Josh coyly asked, "Now, where were we before this nasty business came up?"

Reaching under Melanie's skirt he ripped the lace thong off, holding it momentarily to look at it, "Since when do cheerleaders wear thongs under their uniforms?" he asked sarcastically, not expecting a response, as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked quietly, knowing the answer to her own question.

"What I want." he replied curtly, pulling the blouse over her head, pushing her down on the seat, and thrusting his dick into her wet little pussy. "She deserves this!" he rationalized to himself, fucking her for no better reason than show her how being used felt.

Melanie realized at that moment, she and her friends lives were going to change dramatically before the end of the school year. She was now resigned to the fact that they would be passed around among the ever widening group of boys, for their amusement; nothing more than sperm receptacles for the remainder of their senior year. As she placed her arms loosely around the small of the Josh's back, as he moved within her, she wondered how many boys she'd have to fuck so they would keep her secret. It didn't matter to her now as long as Daddy still came to her room at night. "When they were inside her, she'd just think of Daddy..." she thought, as he body moved under Josh's relentless pounding, and felt her juices increasingly beginning to flow with every thrust.

Fifteen minutes later, the sounds of two muffled screams could be heard coming from a Dodge Challenger, as Josh came inside of the cheer squad co-captain. The blonde underneath him was still convulsing from the aftershocks of her climax, as he pulled out of her for the second time that evening. Grabbing tissues from a box in the glove compartment, he handed her the box, got out and wiped himself off. She fucked pretty good he thought as her got dressed and slid back in the car. Ten minutes later they were in front of her house.

"Josh, I know you aren't the kind of person to do this sort of thing, so I trust you to make them keep my secret safe. I'll do whatever they want, but I'm begging you to help me, please?"

"You're right on both counts Melanie; I'm not that kind of person, and I'll make certain your images are safe, okay!?" he said, flatly.

"Thank you!" she said, her eyes showing gratitude and relief as she leaned over to kiss him.

"That's not necessary Melanie." he remarked expressionless, avoiding the kiss.

She quietly opened the car door, stepped out, and started up the sidewalk to her front door thinking, "I'm going to be nothing more than a sperm receptacle for these assholes!" Looking up to see her father standing in the doorway, she smiled, kissed him on the cheek and said, "Daddy, will you come in me tonight!? I need you inside me." as he shut the door behind them.

Chapter 1

Josh, spoke the contact name into his phone as he watched Melanie's father place his hand on between her legs as he closed the front door.

"Hello!" came a cheerful voice from the other end of the phone.

"Michael, it's done." Josh said, soberly, "She is not going to give anyone any problems in the future. Trust me!" he said confidently.

"Super!" Michael responded, elatedly. "Another one down, and a couple more to go dude!"

"Oh! I take it all has gone according to plan?" Josh asked cautiously.

"Pretty much! I'm still waiting to hear about the last two, but I don't think that's an issue. If it is, the other girls will take care of the holdouts. They don't want to go down with them, you know!?" Michael said, relying on the logic of his assumption.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Hey, listen, I'm going by Toby's and get a beer. You wanna meet me there?" Josh asked, hopefully.

"Naw, can't dude, I've got to wait on these calls and I'm playing with the group in World of Warcraft tonight. They'd kill me if I don't show up online." he said apologetically. "Josh, you better be careful, man. The cops are on to Toby's and they're being really careful about selling us beer.

"Yeah, I know... no biggie; I'll talk to you tomorrow." Josh said hanging up and slipping the phone in his pocket.

Toby's was a 7 x 24 convenience store that was located on the west side of town. It was a family owned business that had been then since before anyone could remember. You could usually buy beer there since they weren't noted for asking you for ID; unless of course the cops were sniffing around again. Occasionally, the police chief would decide he was going to crack down on underage drinking and since this was an election year, it was making it tough to get beer.

Driving across town, Josh had some time to think about what a group of male and female students had accomplished by banding together in order to put an end to the group of girls that had controlled the school for years, from students to faculty members; mostly through innuendo, disinformation, and outright blackmail. Some of those girls had slept with teachers, both men and women to set them up, and used their hold to garner favors, grades, whatever they needed or wanted. The reign of terror, as it was referred to by our group, was over, and all due to a sizable number of kids and some teachers, determined to make the bitches pay. And they were, and would probably continue to pay for the rest of the year. I had heard some members discussing the idea of sex slaves, which was a little too over the top for me. Melanie was a great lay, but somehow I think the credit had to go to her old man on that one. God, I think back to that video and it was so obvious that she really loved her Dad pounding that pussy. It seemed to me there would never be anybody else that would ever really satisfy Daddy's little girl, except her father. "Whatever floats your boat!" I thought, turning into the parking lot of Toby's.

"Damn! A patrol car!" I said silently, "Well, I'm not getting any beer tonight, so I might as well get a soda." I thought, stepping out of the car.

"Hey kid!" I heard someone say, turning to see who was calling me. To my surprise, a cop sitting on the driver's side of the patrol car was motioning me over. "Oh crap! What does he want?" I asked myself, strolling casually over the office.

"Yes sir?" I respectfully asked.

"Is that your car?" he asked, his lips thinning as he glared at me with a blank expression.

"Yes officer it is. Is there a problem?" I ask cautiously.

Opening his door, the sandy haired patrolman stepped out of the car, and faced me, placing his forearms on the roof in front of the light bar. He looked me over for a few seconds before asking, "Is that a 70 Challenger you're driving?" Suspiciously eyeing me and the car as he began to walk around his cruiser, hand on the butt of his Glock.

"Ahh, yes it is officer." I replied nervously, "It's actually a Challenger R/T with the original bright red paint scheme." I said, getting a good look at the patrolman for the first time.

As the police office walked slowly around the front of his car, into the light of the convenience store windows, his features became more discernable to me. Instead of the older officer I had expected to find before me, there stood a younger man, I would guess to be in his mid to early twenties, six foot three, maybe 225 lbs, very muscular, with short cropped blonde hair. He was a considerably taller than my five foot six, 155 lbs. frame, in fact, her towered over me. By the look of his uniform shirt, I guessed he spent a good bit of time in the gym, as his duty top clung to the chiseled outline of his well developed body. "I definitely wouldn't want to get in an altercation with this cop." I thought, as the officer stood in front of me, hands on his hips.

"Is this your car or your Dad's?" he asked me, expressionless.

"It's mine officer. I bought it a few years ago and restored it myself. Well, except for the seat upholstery; I had that done by a shop, but it's all original." I replied, proudly.

"Hmm, mind if I take a look?" he asked, casually.

"No, not at all!" I responded cheerfully, opening the driver's side door for him. "Get in if you want." I added, stepping back.

"Thanks!" he said, moving around to sit in the driver's seat.

He removed his flashlight and shined it around the front interior of my car and then turned and looked at the passenger side of the back seat. Turning back to the dash, he examined the gages, steering wheel, and console closely, before getting out the car. As he stood up he looked at me and asked, "Do mind if I look at the engine?"

"Be my guest! Here, I'll pop the hood release." I said, reaching under the dash and sharply pulling the release.

With an audible "clink" of the release mechanism, and the dull "wump" of the hydraulic lifters straining against the safety catch, the hood popped open and caught. I walked around to the front of the car and pushing the safety catch to the side, lifted the substantial hood, as the hydraulic lifters pushed it up to their full extension.

The hood rose to reveal a pristine engine compartment; sitting in the middle was a spotlessly detailed engine, complete with an oval chrome air filter cover, head covers, and radiator fan. The police officer looked intently at the sparking power plant before him, and smiled for the first time.

"Hey, is this original?" he quickly asked, never taking his eyes from under the hood.

"Yep! Every bit of it! A friend helped me rebuild it. The only exception to the stock equipment is the chrome you see, instead of the orange painted parts on the original. The engine is a stock 440 cubic inch, 375 horse power V8, 4 barrel Magnum; one of the three types that were factory options in the original 70 Challenger." I expounded. The 426 cubic inch produced 425 horsepower, but at the expense of 2x4 barrel carbs, and that's a real gas guzzler.

"You know your Challengers my friend." the cop remarked, raising up from under the hood to stroll around the passenger side of the car.

Stopping at the passenger window he shined his flashlight into the back seat and slowly looked around the interior and back deck.

"Go ahead and open the door so you can get a better look." I prodded, walking around him to the back quarter panel.

"Thanks!" he said smiling, "I think I'll take you up on that." the cop said appreciatively, opening the door and pushing the seatback forward.

"You did a great job on this interior." he commented, running his hand over the backseat and carpet.

"Yeah, well, I did the headliner and carpet work, but the seats had to be recovered by a shop. I had hard enough time redoing the carpeting and the dash. That headliner was also a bear, but by the time I got around to that, I had more experience with interior work." I said casually.

"Yeah, I can imagine! How long did it take you to restore it?" he asked, quizzically.

"Ah, let's see; about two years, give or take." I said thoughtfully.

"Whew! You really are dedicated!" the officer said, admiringly, "I don't know if I could have done that." he remarked, reflectively.

"Yea, you could have, it's just about loving what you're doing. And, you seem to really like older cars." I commented.

"Well, I love old Camaros and Challengers; they are my favorite cars! This baby has character, don't you think!? he said, enthusiastically.

"Yeah, it does! You don't see'em like this anymore." I said, admiring my car.

Squawk, "117 come in." the radio blared. "Sorry, that's me!" the office said, reaching up to key his shoulder microphone.

"117 go ahead." he responded.

"117... 10-87 105, Intersection Branch and Trumane, DWI, office needs assistance. Code 2, Over." the female voice said over the radio.

"117 10-4" he acknowledged. "I've got to go man, sorry!" he said apologetically. "Here," he began, handing me a card, "my cell numbers' on there." pointing at the card, "The next time you've got some time I'd like to take a look at her in the daylight, if you don't mind." he said, hopefully.

"Sure thing, I'd love to! Hey, you can drive it if you want!" I added, smiling.

He grinned broadly, "Sure! That would be great!" he responded, putting his hand out for me to shake. "My name's Bill Prescott, everybody calls me Billy." he said, hurriedly.

Shaking his hand I said, "Josh Dugas, everybody calls me Josh" I said grinning.

He laughed, turned and headed around his car, turned on the blue and white strobe lights and gunned it out of the parking lot. I went inside, bought a Coke, and drove home thinking I'd made a new friend, and he was a cop. "Not a bad guy to be friends with, well maybe a friend." I thought.

Chapter 2

The next week at school was relatively uneventful and went by without incident. The group of girls that had wreaked havoc on most of school was keeping a very low profile. Noticeably, at least to me, was the fact that several of them, Melanie being one, were not hanging around with their friends any longer. In fact, they were distancing themselves from the remaining click members. It seemed to me that they were probably the ones with the most to lose, so they were making a statement that they were not involved with them any longer. The funny thing is that I wasn't surprised Melanie was keeping to herself; she did have her father after all. And they seemed to have a serious thing for each other from what I'd seen on the video. I wondered about the other girl that had disassociated herself from the rest, Jan; they must have gotten something really good on her too, although I couldn't imagine what. Frankly, I refused to read or watch the dirt they had on the others. Fortunately, I only had to deal with Melanie's dirty laundry since I was the one chosen to ask her out, and basically blackmail her into submission.

While I knew we had all done the right thing by shutting them down, I didn't feel good as to the way we had gone about it. And no, the idea that I personally had to deliver the blackmail ultimatum was not something I was proud of, even if she was a total bitch. To make matters worse, when our group met secretly on Thursday night of the next week, I heard a number of people in the group discussing "payback", and suggestions such as making the girls sex slaves, and farming them out to anyone, male of female, that wanted to fuck them, plus some of the other farfetched ideas, I'd had enough; I could see where this was going and decided to wash my hands of it. My small victory, in the midst of this chaos, came when I deleted Jan and Melanie's digital images and videos from the server, keeping a copy and additional backup for my computer. It was glaringly apparent to me that I couldn't in good conscience leave them to the mercy of some of these extremely vindictive people. No matter what they'd done, it didn't deserve being whored out to anyone and everyone, to satisfy some twisted vendetta. I couldn't be a party to that!

Okay, I know what you're thinking; they deserved whatever they get, but I knew these two personally and from what I knew about one, and guessed about the other, they were already thoroughly fucked-up. Somehow I didn't think prostituting them was justice, and would likely screw them up even more. So, I walked out that evening with their digital files on my "jump" drive, I decided to arrange a discrete rendezvous with them Friday night, and explain the situation and what I had done to help them. To assure they did not go back to their old ways, I'd keep a backup and copy for insurance; compassion is one thing, trust is another. After my last class on Friday I called Melanie and told her to contact Jan and meet me at the public park after dark, and not to tell anyone else. She didn't even question me as to the reason; she just acquiesced, asked for a time, and said they would be there. "Hmm, no objection, questions, anything; they are really scared." I thought to myself.

It was well after sunset when I pulled in the parking lot of the public park access. Melanie and Jan were waiting, sitting in her Celica, as I got out and walked up to the car.

"Come with me girls, I don't want us to be seen together talking out here." I said, quietly.

Without so much as a word, they followed me down the paved walkway, and paused as I removed a flashlight from my jacket pocket and turned onto a dirt trial. Walking down the trail, with the two girls in tow, after a short time, I came to a familiar clearing, and stopped. Turning to face them, I watched as Jan took a blanket from under her arm and spread out on the ground. Looking to Melanie, I realized she had her blouse completely off and was in the process of removing her skirt, as Jan began to undress.

"Ahh, what are you two doing?" I asked quizzically, keeping the flashlight on Jan.

"What?" Melanie asked, somewhat puzzled, as if I have surprised her with the question.

"What are you doing?" I asked again, now a bit agitated, as they continued to undress.

"Ah, we thought you wanted to fuck us, so we came prepared." Jan responded flatly.

Both girls were now standing before me in various stages of undress, which I couldn't help but gawk at, slightly. However, as tempting as it was, I wasn't going to take advantage of their vulnerability; that's the very situation I was here to avoid.

"No ladies, I'm not like that. Put your clothes back on please," I requested, calmly.

Melanie spoke up, "You fucked the shit out of me last Friday night!" she said, sarcastically.

"That's right, because you wanted it, and I wanted it; it wasn't blackmail for sex!" I retorted.

"Yeah, you're right, I wanted you, and I definitely enjoyed it!" she said, reflectively, a slight smile in her eyes.

"Then what do you want?" Jan asked, quizzically.

"I don't want anything from either of you; I just needed to meet in private to tell both of you something." I replied dispassionately.

"Ohh." Melanie uttered, "Like we are sooo fucked!" she said. "I already know that!"

Listen, I know what your little group has done in the past and that neither one of you is innocent, but I've heard some things..." I was saying.

"What sort of things??" Jan asked nervously, her eyes flicking between Melanie and me.

"Well, how can I say this," I began, "some "things", that would be very unpleasant payback for you and the others in your group." I remarked dryly.

"Oh my God!" Jan cried, placing her hands over her face and sobbing. "I knew it! All the terrible things we've done are going to come back to haunt us." she screeched, sobbing uncontrollably.

Melanie placed her arm around her friend to comfort her, tears welling in her eyes now. Looking at me she said, "We both knew they would make us pay when they had the chance. Who and how many are we going to have to fuck??" she asked with controlled emotion in her voice.

"Hard core girl!" I thought, rolling my eyes and shaking my head, disbelievingly.

"None, or all, it's going to be up to you!" I replied, curtly.

"I don't understand." Melanie said, numbly, wet trails of tears streaking her lovely face.

"Then let me explain." I said, casually.

Leaving out names, I went over the sequence of events, some of what I had overheard people suggesting, and explained that I couldn't let this sort of thing happen to them. Jan was visibly relieved that someone was concerned, but her body language showed she was terrified at the possibility of having to spread her legs for just anyone. Melanie was a bit harder to read, but it was apparent that she had expected this kind of retribution and was prepared to do whatever she had to in order to keep her other life, secret, and didn't mind saying so.

"Josh, you tell those bastard's that I'll fuck the entire student body and let them sell tickets, as long as that video never sees the light of day!" she said resolutely, looking at Jan as she finished.

Jan eyes grew unnaturally wide as she glanced at me and fixed her gaze on Melanie, "Oh God Mel, I can't do that! I can't just sleep with anybody they tell me too. I just can't!" she said, her entire body shaking uncontrollably, "Except for you, you know I don't sleep with anybody..." her voice trailing off as she realized I was standing right there.

"Bullshit Jan! You'll do whatever you have to do and I know it. You won't like it, but you will do it, because you have to!" Mel said tersely, pulling her tightly to her breast.

Melanie glared at me as she hugged her friend and stoked Jan's golden hair. "Well, are you just going to let them do this to her? I don't give a shit about me, but Jan's not going to be able to handle strange guys using her like that." Mel said compassionately, speaking as if Jan wasn't in our presence.

"Mel, I have already done something about it." I replied, feeling quite proud of myself now that I'd seen the way it affected Jan.

The truth of the matter is that after hearing some of the talk, I deleted you and Jan's files on the servers, after I made copies for safekeeping. If any of those people suspect I did it, I'm in deep shit ladies, so you can't tell anyone. Jan raised her head from Mel's shoulder, tears streaming down her cheeks, and looked at me with horror in her blue eyes.

"Oh God Josh! You've seen the videos haven't you, haven't you!?" Jan screamed at me more than asked.

Grabbing her chin, Melanie jerked Jan's head around, glaring at her, "What the fuck difference does it make baby? What's done is done, now deal with it, okay!?" Mel said, determinedly dishing out tough love to her friend.

Then Mel kissed Jan passionately and brushed back her shoulder length hair. Turning to me, Mel said, "Well, you have all the dirt on us and you're still willing to help, so I have to thank you from the bottom of what little heart I do have." she said, with a sad grin.

"Actually Jan, I didn't look at your video or anyone else's other than Melanie." I remarked. Truthfully, I only looked at her video because I was the one picked to confront her with the evidence. It wasn't something I wanted to do, and I damn sure didn't enjoy it, regardless of what either one of you think." I stated, firmly.

It would be helpful to know what they have on you, in case; they decide to go after you specifically. At least I could better prepare knowing the gravity of the situation.

"I can't!" Jan cried, bordering on hysteria.

"Oh for God sakes Jan, quit being so damn melodramatic! He could go home and watch the damn video and never tell you!" Mel quipped.

"I can't, I can't!" Jan iterated frantically.

Melanie spoke up with hesitation, "Josh, it's kind of the same situation as mine, with some differences."

"NO!" Jan screeched, Mel holding her tightly to her breasts, "Please don't Mel?" Jan begged, shamelessly.

"It's okay J, he's on our side, and he needs to know Jan, my love." Mel answered, with a soothing quality in her voice.

"Hmm, I beginning to get the idea they are more than just good friends." I mused.

Melanie continued, "As you know, my father and I have a, well a, physical relationship, and I love him very much, regardless if you understand that or not, it's true! Jan's situation is a lot different; her old man raped her when she was thirteen, and now he screws her every chance he gets. A couple of years ago, after her two brothers went through puberty, her SOB of a father brought them into her room one night and watched, as they took turns fucking her until they got tired. Then he rolled her over and fucked her up the ass for good measure. This has been going on for two years now. So you see, Jan's not the evil bitch everyone thinks she is she's just another victim. Jan is also my lover, and one day she's moving in with me and Dad, as soon as we graduate. There you have it, the whole story; so how's that for a really fucked up dysfunctional family!? You know now so use it if you want, I just don't care anymore." Mel said, dejectedly, tears running down her face.

"I'm sorry Jan, I wish there was something I could do to help you." I said, earnestly. "What about your mother? Why doesn't she do anything about this?" I asked, dumbfounded.

Speaking for Jan, Melanie said, "That bitch is so drunk most of the time she doesn't know her name, much less what they're doing to Jan." Mel explained, exasperated.

"Your Dad's okay with this Mel?" I asked her, cautiously.

"Hell yeah! He knows what's going on and is appalled by it! He suggested she come live with us and he'd have a restraining order slapped on them when Jan was old enough to say she didn't want to live there anymore." Mel, replied with a considerable amount of satisfaction in her voice.

"God! I'm so sorry Jan! I didn't know!" I exclaimed, feeling a deep seated anger rise in me.

"Me too!" Jan added.

"I hope the two of you manage to be happy with each other. I mean that, I really do!" I said sincerely.

"Shit! You really are one of the last of the good guys, aren't you Josh!" Mel said with a weak smile, going up on her tiptoes to kiss me gently on the lips, as she hugged me tightly, followed quickly by Jan.

I shrugged my shoulders uncertainly, and continued, "Here is what we are going to do to keep Jan out of the hands of some very mean and vindictive people" I said. "First, if you are contacted and threatened with exposure, unless you comply with their demands; refuse. However, the key to the success or failure of this strategy is in what they demand of you. If it's not something awful that you just cannot live with, like fucking someone, multiple people, etc, then don't refuse just do it. Sorry, but you may have to take your lumps and perform some of the demeaning requests, but you can draw the line on the seriously bad stuff, okay. They will figure out quickly that there are certain things you are not willing to do, even when threatened with exposure, and the demands will eventually stop. The important thing is that they never suspect that you are aware they don't have anything to use against you, okay!?" I remarked. "And for God sakes don't get caught on video or whatever again!" I said firmly.

"Yes, we understand." Melanie said, with more confidence in her smile.

"No Mel, you don't! These people will do their best to get something on you two when they realize the images and video are gone!" I said angrily. "Those bastards will become obsessed to get some dirt on you guys!"

"Wait!" I shouted unintentionally, "I've just thought of something! FUCK! I'm a genius!!" I yelled enthusiastically to myself.

"Well, I can see that modesty is also one of your better virtues!" Mel retorted, sarcastically.

"No really! Listen, here's what you do; Jan, I want you to go home and take your father into your room and show him the mini cam in your ceiling AC vent." I began.

"How do you know that's where it is, if you didn't see the video?" she asked indignantly.

"I didn't see the video; that's where they placed all of them because the vents are in good coverage spots." I explained.

Continuing I said, "Take you Dad in your room, show it to him, and explain that you are being blackmailed and they have everyone on video. Also, make up some story about a radical Christian group of students that are demanding that it stop or they will turn the video over to the police." I commented, adlibbing as I went. "Even if he doesn't fully believe the story, it should scare him enough that he and your brother will leave you alone." I said, secretly hopeful that it worked, for her sake. "You might even be able to work this to your advantage, so you can move in with Mel and her Dad right away. Hell, blackmail him if you have to; that's up to you!" I said, neatly wrapping everything up and tying it a nice little bundle. I hoped!

"Josh," Jan said, putting her arms around my neck, "thank you so very much! You don't know how much this means to me. I couldn't stand someone else doing that to me." her voice cracking as she hugged my neck and kissed me quite passionately before releasing me and wrapping her arms around Melanie.

"God, I am sick for her!" I was thinking, now noticing Jan staring at me with a deep frown on her face.

Immediately, I sensed what she was thinking, "It's not pity you're reading in my expression Jan, its helplessness. I wish to God there was more I could do something about your scumbag father. We'll find a way to make him pay for this." I heard myself say with confidence, knowing that he would probably get away with it.

"Do you want a freebee Josh?" Mel asked, smiling seductively, taking Jan's hand and placing it in her pants. Jan immediately worked her hand inside of Melanie; through her pants, I could see Jan's fingers working feverishly inside. Mel swayed lazily in response.

"No thanks Mel, I've got to go." I replied, blushing.

"Well then, would you like to stay and watch?" she asked, slipping her hand down the front of Jan's pants.

Jan immediately melted into Mel's body as she fondled her, which was making me hot, so I excused myself and gracefully made my exit.

"It's a great offer maybe you'll give me a rain check?" I asked, slyly.

"Sure! How about it Jan?" she quickly asked.

"Anything for Josh." Jan replied, earnestly.

Briefly touching each one's shoulder, I strolled down the path in the dark, leaving the flashlight so the girls could find their way back. Approaching the parking lot, from the woods, a blindingly white light shined in my eyes, killing my night vision.

"Jeez!" I blurted.

"Halt!" the voice over the speaker said, "Hands on your head and walk forward."

"Shit!" I thought, "What the hell is going on?" I asked myself, walking forward, hands on my head, as instructed.

Several times I had to look at the paved area in front of me so I didn't walk off the path, stumbling over a few obstacles I couldn't see in the brilliant white light. Once I was within a few feet of the parking area, the light went out and an unamplified voice said, "You can put your hands down now." followed by muffled laughter.

"Sorry about that, man!" said a voice I thought I recognized.

Unable to see a damn thing, I stood there as the white spots slowly began to fade from my vision. As my eyes gradually regained their night vision qualities, I could make out the dark outline of someone silhouetted again the low level glow of lights in a patrol car. Walking toward the car I could hear the muffled tones of the police radio and the distinctive crackle the squelch makes as it received a signal.

"Billy?" I asked, unsure.

"Yeah, it's me! Sorry about the little joke. It seemed funny at the time; boredom makes you do strange things sometimes." the police officer said jokingly.

"No problem. I just didn't know what the hell was going on!" I remarked, casually.

"What's going on? Who were you in there with?" he asked, in a semi-official tone.

"Oh! Yeah, I was talking to a couple of girls." I said, sheepishly.

"Really! Where are they?" she asked, flatly.

"Well, they're still in the park." I replied.

"Without you!?" he said, surprised.

"Yeah Billy, they're, ummm, lesbians, so they really don't need me. Although, they asked if I wanted to watch." I remarked laughing.

"Hmm, and you didn't take them up on it?" he asked, quizzically.

"Watching's not my thing." I glibly replied.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." he remarked laughing. "Hey, I thought you were going to call me?" he asked, jokingly.

"Well, I was; I thought the end of the week would be better for you, so I was going to call you tomorrow." I responded, putting my hands in my pockets.

"What are you doing now?" Billy asked.

"Now? Well, nothing actually. I was thinking about going home." I replied.

Looking at his watch, Billy paused and thought a moment, "I've got an idea." he began, "My shift ends in thirty minutes, what do you say I meet you at Toby's and we take the Challenger out to the lake, so I can drive it?" he suggested. "I'll bring some cane poles and we can do some night fishing, or not, whatever you want to do. Is that cool with you?" he asked smiling.

"Hey it sounds like fun, and you get to drive the car, as promised. Sure, let's do it!" I said, excited about getting out, and kicking around with somebody new. "What kind of trouble could I get into; I'll be with a cop!" I thought to myself.

Chapter 3

Thirty minutes later I was sitting in Toby's parking lot when a blue Dodge Ram pulled up, Billy emerged reaching into the bed and pulling out some poles.

"Are we going to be able to get these in the car?" he asked skeptically.

"Sure, I'll put them through the passenger side window. We should be able to get them in." I remarked, confident I could make it work.

"I'll be right back." Billy said, walking toward Toby's. I watched him disappear though the front doors, and started placing the cane poles in through the window. When they were in I had to climb into the seat through the driver's door and make my way over the console. Once in the seat there was plenty of room to ride. Presently, Billy came of the front door of Toby's carrying a large paper bag, which he placed behind the driver's seat, before walking back to his truck.

I sat and look out the passenger window into the early evening sky, and was thinking how clear it was tonight when Billy pushed the driver's seatback into place.

"The keys are in the ignition." I told him, as he got in.

"Great!" he said, cheerily. "Have you called to tell someone where you are?" he asked, giving me the cop look.

"Yes I did, and I told Mom I would be late, and I had my cell phone. Dad!" I commented, jokingly.

"Very funny! I was just checking to make sure your parents wouldn't be worried, smart ass!" he remarked, grinning.

"Let's see how this baby handles!" he said, excitedly, peeling out of the parking lot. "Sorry! I'm not used to this much raw power!" he remarked, apologetically.

I just gave him a nonchalant shrug as he sped down Hwy. 90 on the way to the lake.

We were at the lake in twenty minutes, but it took another fifteen minutes down back roads to get where he was going.

"There's a good fishing spot down here a ways, that's really busy on moonlit nights. And, it's very secluded so nobody will bother us." he explained.

"Good! I'm not a big fisherman, but whatever." I said casually.

When we arrived Billy got out, came around and removed the poles so I could get out of the car. The cane poles had spikes clamped around the bottom, so I place them butt first into the sandy soil just behind the waterline. By the time I was done, Billy reappeared with the paper grocery bag, and a knapsack I hadn't seen him put in the car. Handing me the grocery bag, he opened the knapsack and pulled out two blankets, spreading one out on the ground behind the poles, and putting the other aside. He removed a flashlight from the knapsack and set it to the side of the blanket.

"Hand me the grocery bag big Guy." he said, gesturing he was ready to take it.

I handed him the bag and stood by, as he took soft drinks, and various other items that didn't all necessarily go together, out of the bag. "He must have done some quick grocery shopping while he was there." I assumed, silently. Digging around in the bag he retrieved a cardboard bait carton and handed it to me.

"Would you mind baiting the hooks while I get the rest of this stuff together?" he asked nicely, rummaging around in the bag again.

I shrugged and said, "Sure." Walking over to the poles, I open the bait carton took out a worm and began baiting the hooks, which is not as easy as it may sound, in the dark. Struggling with some of the hooks, I finally got every hook baited and the line in the water. My hands were slimy from the worm juice, so I spent some time washing them off in the lake, until they were clean, wiping my hands on my jeans to dry them.

Standing up, I turned to head back to the car, and saw Billy walking toward me with two plastic cups in his hands. He held out one hand with a cup in it, as he reached me, in a universally accepted unspoken gesture, denoting, "this is yours". Accepting the cup, he briefly laughed and said, "Here, I have a surprise for you."

Taking a whiff of the contents, I recognized some type of alcohol, "What is it?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, it's nothing, just bourbon and coke. Don't tell anyone I let you drink or my ass is grass." he said grinning. "So how old are you Josh?" Billy asked, nonchalantly.

"I'm eighteen." I replied.

"Ah, so you're a senior?" he continued, sipping his drink.

"Yep!" I responded, short and sweet.

"So, where are you going to college?" he continued to query.

"Oh, I don't know; I have the grades to go anywhere." I commented, "I just haven't applied to any universities yet. It's early yet, but after New Year's; I'll have to get serious." I said, thoughtfully.

"Well, it's a big decision, I'm sure you are gearing up for tough choices." Billy remarked, wistfully.

"Yeah, I guess, it's just not at the top of my list at the moment." I said, turning up my cup.

I didn't realize I'd downed the entire drink sitting there. Only ice was left when Billy took my cup and walked off to make me another drink. I sat on the edge of the blanket; arms wrapped around my legs, knees pressed against my chest, watching the faint moonlit outline of the red and white corks as they floated on the surface of the still water. From where I was sitting, nothing was biting yet, but I didn't really care I wasn't much for fishing.

Billy came back and putting a hand on my shoulder for support, lowered himself into a sitting position beside me. Handing me the cup, he leaned forward to look at the corks.

"Not a bite yet? he asked, taking a swig of his drink.

"Nope. I haven't even seen one wiggle." I commented, absently.

"Well, that's hard to believe on a full moon. I guess I just have to sit here and drink." he said laughing.

We sat there for a while talking, and I found out he had gotten his BS from State, in criminal justice, he was twenty four, worked out of course, was a car and motorcycle enthusiast, and liked to party. Unfortunately, he usually had to drive to the next town to do that since he was a local cop. Billy was a really nice guy, and there didn't seem to be any pretense to him, he was genuinely friendly, and appeared to be interested in local happenings, and such. He was an all around community minded individual with a great deal of common sense; I liked him!

"Do you want another?" he asked, placing a hand on my shoulder to rise.

"Yeah, sure." I replied, feeling pretty good at the moment.

Sitting there waiting for Billy to bring me another drink, my body felt a little numb, and I had a slight lightheaded sensation. Although, I was feeling fine overall, as I stretched out my legs in front of me and leaned back on my elbows. Looking up, the moon was almost a third of the way above the horizon now, round and full, casting silvery light down on the lake and surrounding trees. In the time we had been sitting there my eyes had adjusted to the dark, and the dull shadows now seem to take on a life of their own. You could see intricate details of objects in varying shades of gray, and the gradients blended to provide detail and depth to various objects, bathing them in pale silver shards of light. I was beginning to wonder where Billy had gone when he reappeared carrying our drinks. Sitting up, I took the cup he offered, as he used my shoulder once more to set himself next to me.

Thanking him, I took a big gulp of my drink, and could swear it seemed stronger than the last one, but I was unsure. It's not like I hadn't had a few already.

"Whoa, that was strong!" I said laughing.

"I probably forgot to stir it, so all the alcohol was on top." he explained. "Look at the bright side; you don't have to go to school tomorrow." he remarked, laughing.

"Yeah, I'm glad about that, for sure!" I replied, lazily.

After a brief silence, I asked Billy what it was like to be a police officer, and he explained the liabilities and hazards of the job. He also talked about the good he felt law enforcement did. It was easy to see that he liked his job. We'd been sitting there awhile as he talked about his duties, before I became dimly aware that his leg was directly next to mine, and his right hand rested, partially on his thigh and mine. Maybe it was the amount of alcohol I'd had, but it didn't actually freak me out, it was sort of different. That might be the wrong term to use for the way I was feeling at that moment. To be more accurate, I would say it was oddly exciting; in a weird sort of way. It's really hard to describe, but I could feel the warmth of his fingers through my jeans, and while it was cool outside, it seemed to me that his body was really warm for some reason. Even though his upper body was several inches away from me, I could feel the intense heat radiating off of him, in the cool night air. Taking a long drink from my cup, the effects of the alcohol were becoming noticeable to me. I felt like I had a slight temperature; my body was very warm, and hummed as though electricity were coursing through it. There was an odd sensation of lightness to my limbs, and all of my senses seemed to be in a heightened state, which is probably why I noticed Billy's fingers caressing the inside of my left thigh, just above the knee. Turning up my cup, I downed the last of my drink, turning to Billy asking if I could have another.

"Are you sure?" he asked, cautiously, continuing to caress my thigh through my jeans.

"Yes, if you don't mind." I asked languidly.

"Okay, but this is your last one." he said firmly.

"Yes sir, officer." I replied, saluting him.

He grinned, slapping my thigh and got up. I watched him walk toward the car, turned and stared out over the water, a strange giddiness falling over me. A few minutes went by before he reappeared, surprising me since I didn't hear him come back. Handing me my drink, Billy sat down with the usual hand on the shoulder, and briefly rubbed my back once he was seated. I let him, "It was no big deal." I was thinking to myself, plus it felt pretty good damn it! Taking another large gulp of my drink, I leaned forward slightly in response to his gently back rub. I stayed in that position as he rubbed my lower back, working his way slowly up to my shoulder blades, and on to my shoulders. "Oh man, that feels good." I was thinking, downing the remainder of my drink in three gulps, and setting the cup to the side.

His hand was working magic on my muscles, which I was enjoying, and let him know so, "Ooh, that feels really good Billy. Where did you learn to do that?" I asked, docilely, moving my back under his touch.

"Oh that? I learned from my roommate who was majoring in sports training." he said, his voice soothing, as he caressed my back.

"That explains it." I remarked lazily, "He taught you well, it feels great."

"You like that huh?" he asked.

"Yes, very much." I answered, stretching.

"Well, if you like it that much, I can give you a massage. It's the least I can do for you letting me drive you car." he suggested.

"You won't hear me argue with you about it." I responded.

"Okay, let's take this shirt off, so I can do a good job." he said, pulling my golf shirt out of my jeans and over my head in one fluid motion. "Move up on the blanket, so your entire body is on it, and lay on your stomach." he instructed, sliding further up on the blanket alongside me. "You will be more comfortable if you take your shoes and socks off to let the blood circulate." he advised. It sounded reasonable to me, so I removed my Nikes and socks, rolled onto my stomach, and relaxed. Billy moved along side me, and knelt, resting his buttocks on his lower legs; he continued his previous massage, which totally relaxed me to point that my body was limp. His touch felt fantastic and it was definitely relaxing, as he worked my lower back and shoulders with his hands. My brain went into disconnect mode because I just lay there enjoying the sensation. Distantly, as if miles away, I heard a slight snap, and felt cool liquid hitting my back. I didn't move, frozen in place, as the silky substance gradually warmed to the point that I could not feel it. Billy's hand expertly worked in the liquid, and glided across my skin like it was floating on air. The sensation of his hand's movements over my back was incredible. Squirming with his every caress, I offered myself to his fluid hands, as they gently skated over my muscles.

"Does that feel good?" Billy asked.

"Oooh, are you kidding! It feels wonderful!" I replied, writhing under his touch.

"Well then, let me show you something you will really like." he suggested, excitedly.

"Okay! What is it?" I inquired, absently, not really caring what the answer was at this point.

"A full body massage!" he quickly replied.

"That sounds interesting." I remarked casually.

"Okay, now roll over on your back." he said, which I sluggishly managed to do.

Once on my back, I was vaguely aware of him unbuckling my belt, unfastening the top button, and unzipping my jeans. Without thinking, my hips came up off the ground to allow Billy to remove my jeans. It wasn't until I was told to roll back on my stomach, that I noticed my briefs were gone. So, here I was stark naked, in front of a guy I'd just met, and my "give a shit" factor was zero. Oh well! I lay the right side of my head on the blanket, my legs together and arms by my sides, and let him give me a massage. More of the liquid splashed across my buttock, and Billy artfully worked it into my cheeks and the back of my thighs. It was incredible the way he worked his palms and fingers into my muscles, removing the tension, and relaxing every fiber of tissue.

"What is that liquid you're using?" I asked him dreamily.

"It's just plain old baby oil big guy." He responded. "Is this still feeling good to you?" he queried, expectantly.

"Ohh God yes!" I replied.

His soft hands worked their way down the full length of my body, past my calves and ankles to the instep of my foot, where Billy performed a fantastic foot massage on both of my feet. He slowly worked his way back up to my cheeks using small circular movements of his fingers. His hands moved to the small of my back and hips, reversing direction. Completely relaxed, and docile, he dribbled oil down the crack of my ass. Normally, I would have been freaking, but I just couldn't work up the energy to get crazy about it, plus it was probably part of the full massage. Shortly, one hand moved smoothly down my crack, spreading the oil before it. Billy applied a small amount of pressure to my inner thigh with his fingers, and I felt myself immediately open up for him. Very slowly, his hand ran down my ass crack to the base of my scrotum; an oily hand taking my balls in its hand, delicately massaging them, as the other hand ran up and down the length of my crack. He worked my balls very slowly in his oil slick hand for a long time, gradually causing my cock to grow erect against my stomach. Honestly, if you had told me a guy could get me hard I would have laughed at you.

Billy must have known he was making me erect because a single finger of his other hand began lightly circling my small brown orifice. Extremely slowly, the tip of his finger played around the outside of my puckered button, in concentric rings, working its way to the center and back out. He stopped caressing my little hole for a few seconds and then something slipped into my ass, the base of it pressing against my entrance. After a brief moment, I heard a long and loud "spluggg" before a cool silky fluid rushed into my anal cavity, and continued for a number of seconds before I heard a bottle sucking air back in. Admittedly, the silken feel of the oil as it coated the walls or my cavity was mind numbing, and somehow made me feel very sexy as it flowed deeply into my body.

The familiar finger tip was back and teasing my little hole once more. Billy's touch was agonizingly erotic, his single finger sliding the entire length of my crack and back. He darted around the entrance of my anal cavity for long minutes before I was aware that I was moving my ass in time to the movement of his finger. To my amazement, I was so aroused I moved my ass against his finger as he pressed lightly on the opening. This foreplay was driving me mad with passion, so much so, that I was reacting to the touch of a man.

"Oh God that feels wonderful" I blurted out, before I knew what I was saying.

All I hear was a low moan behind me as he massaged my balls ever so gently. Suddenly, the finger tip that had teased me mercilessly for so long darted partially into my little opening a quarter of an inch and retreated. I moaned with pleasure and raised my ass slightly as he pulled it out.

"Do you want it, you little slut? Do you want it?" he asked in a husky voice. "If you do, you have to ask for It." he said, seductively.

My eyes flew open and I thought, "What the fuck are you doing?" That was until his finger slid quickly in my ass up to the knuckle, and back out again.

"Oh God!" I blurted out.

Again, his finger thrust into me pressing downward on my prostate and slipped out.

"Oh my God! Ooooh, that feels fantastic." I caught myself saying aloud.

"You want more, you have to ask for It." he said with a labored voice.

"He's just as turned on as I am!" I thought.

Billy thrust another finger into me and I jerked involuntarily. Never would I have thought he could make want to fuck him, but here I was on the brink of giving myself to him. And the funny thing was that I wanted to fuck him!

"That settles it!" I said to myself, "I want this guy to make me come." I thought, as I heard the distinct sound of a zipper coming down, followed by the rustling of cloths, as his pull over shirt landed next to me. Briefly, his hands came off of me and I heard movement from behind; shortly his pants and briefs landed in a pile on top of his shirt. I grew increasingly nervous, not knowing what to expect next. "Does he want me to suck his cock? I can," I mused, "especially as fucking hot as he had gotten me! I'd suck his cock as long as he wanted as good as I felt right now." I said to myself.

My thoughts were interrupted as he grasped my balls once more, spreading my legs with his knees. This time his hand ventured below my balls, rubbing the soft area between the scrotum and base of my cock. His finger returned to my brown puckered button and worked it slowly again, bringing me quickly back to full arousal. My groin ached with anticipation as he rolled my balls in his hand. I was startled as his finger was replaced by a hot wet sensation probing my hole. It took a few seconds for me to realize that his tongue was dancing lightly around my anus. Initially, I didn't think much of it, but as he worked his little muscle around the rim, my arousal intensified. I pushed back into his tongue as he applied light pressure to my little hole. Beside myself with lust, I never heard a thing until something smooth, thick, and vibrating rapidly, slipped effortlessly into my rectum.

"Oooooh, oooooh, ahhh, ummmm, ahhh." I moaned, moving my ass into it as Billy held it in me.

He left it in me for a minute or so before thrusting in and out of my ass, repeatedly. While I was riding the large vibrator in my ass, he took the opportunity to remove his hand from my balls and slide it under my lifting abdomen, grasping my cock.

"Oh my Godddd, Billy!" I moaned loudly.

Wrapping his hand around my member, he held it in place as I stroked his hand; fucking both the vibrator and his oily hand. The feeling was unimaginable! I'd never had sex like this before and it was fantastic.

"Ooooooh, oooooh yes, ooooh yes, oooh yes!!!" I shouted increasingly louder.

He removed his hand from my cock, and it's a good thing because I was about to cream all over myself. Leaving the vibrator in my ass, Billy quickly rolled me over on my back, moved forward, and stuck the biggest cock I'd ever seen in my mouth; it had to be nine or ten inches long. My body was feeling so good I greedily sucked him in as far as I could and sucked hard on the thick throbbing flesh. Bending over and slightly forward, he moved in and out of my mouth, my head pinned between his large thighs. Not only could I feel precum oozing to the back of my throat, I could taste him. It was silky like oil only slightly salty; I liked the taste, and ran my tongue over the tip of his huge member when he pulled out far enough. He must have liked it because he began holding his cock head just inside my lips so I could run my tongue inside his slit and milk the precum, running my tongue along the bottom of his shaft at the head.

"Oh Josh, that's fantastic!" he yelled, as he drooled a nice sized glob of precum in my mouth, and then shoved his cock as deep as he could go.

My hands worked his hard muscular cheeks as he fucked my mouth. I was really enjoying sucking his hard tool; it was as exciting as anything I'd done sexually. My cock was rock hard and I knew now that I was going to fuck his ass if it was the last thing I ever did. My body craved his, and it wanted to be fucked! I lay underneath him sucking that beautiful piece of meat, and all I could think of was him fucking me up the ass. I didn't give a damn is he as guy or not, he made me feel sexy and fucking horny as hell, not woman ever made me feel this way, and I wanted him in me.

Billy shot another glob of silky fluid into my mouth and I slurped it down, savoring his taste. The vibrator was working dutifully on my ass, keeping my dick hard as stone. The sensations coming from my anal cavity were unbearable. I was thinking I was going to come from the vibrator stimulation, when Billy pulled out of my mouth moved down kissed my deeply, shoving his hungry tongue as far in my mouth as he could get it. He kissed me like he meant it, for a good five minute. There was more passion in his kiss than any girl I'd ever kissed, and I threw my arms around his neck pulling him into me. Billy sucked my tongue into his mouth and latched on to it, locking his lips over mine, moaning as his immense member road on my abdomen next to my own. Our sticky fluids felt wonderful on my stomach as we squirmed against each other in our excitement.

Ripping his mouth from mine, he grasped my head on each side and looking into my eyes for a brief moment, "Josh, I want to fuck you! Is that okay with you?" he asked eagerly, with lust filled eyes.

"Only if I can fuck you!" I replied, panting.

Without hesitating he said, "I want to fuck you up the ass, baby! Is that okay with you?" he asked again, his body trembling.

"Oh God Yes! I want you in my ass! It's all I've been thinking about! Please fuck me!" I screamed, gasping to catch my breath.

He moved off of me, grasping my waist, he turned me on my stomach. "Josh, raise up on your knees and keep your legs together." he instructed, quietly.

Doing as he asked, I brought my buttock up and back, keeping my torso up with my arms.

"Josh, that's good, but I want you to put your shoulders on the ground. It will make it easier for you at first. Once you feel okay you can raise up on your arms." he said softly, stroking his cock as he wanted me get into position. "That's it baby! Now, this is your first time so it's going to hurt a bit at first, but it will get better as you go. Are you ready for me." he asked, quite sweetly I thought.

"Oh God yes, I'm ready, I want you, I want you in me right now!" I begged him.

"Baby you are making me so hot, it's all I can do to keep from raping you!" Billy said hoarsely, stroking his cock harder as he spoke.

"Put it in me Billy, put it in me now, I'm so horny!! Just fuck me, my gigantic dicked man! RAPE ME, I want it in my ass!" I said delirious with lust for him.

Billy moved in behind me and quickly shoved his head into my little opening; it popped right in as my ass gripped it hard. "Oh baby you are a tight little virgin." he moaned.

"Ooooooh, oooh, oooh that feels good! You are so huge! I love it!" I rambled, as he shoved more of his huge tool into my small body.

"Ahhhhhwww, ooooooooooooohhh, shitttt" he muttered, shoving more of his flesh into my cavity.

He was filling me up and I could feel my ass stretching to accommodate him, when he stopped.

"What are you are doing B??" I cried, "Put it in me; put it all in me, please?" I begged.

Without a word his hands grasped my waist, there was a momentary pause, and he thrust his entire length in me. For a second blinding pain tore through my body, but after ten or fifteen seconds it had receded. The full length of his amazing large cock was embedded in my body, and he felt wonderful. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside of my ass and excited me beyond belief. I held still letting my body adjust to his enormous girth, and Billy obviously knew why I wasn't moving, and stayed perfectly still for as long as I did.

"Baby," his gentle voice coming from over my shoulder, "are you okay?" he asked, his voice exuding genuine concern.

"Oh yes, I'm alright. You feel wonderful B, I'm just getting use to your huge cock, but it's wonderful." I answered adoringly.

Billy loved my submissive tone and his cock responded by throbbing wildly within me. I let him know I appreciated by backing into him and wiggling my ass.

"Oh God Baby, you're going to get me so turned on!" he rasped.

"Oh my God, what do you call this? Warm ups?" I asked, squeezing his cock with my ass muscles.

He must have been really, really excited because he shot a load in me on the spot; I could feel the hot sticky goo flowing into my body. The big man's evident excitement caused me to go wild and begin back-humping his cock, pulling myself off and backing into him.

Billy grabbed my waist, taking control and thrusting into me repeatedly. His manhood in my ass felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before. The enormous length and girth of him was exciting me as it moved within my smaller body, and I loved the way he dominated me. It didn't seem like it could be any better than this; then he stopped, pulled out, rolled me on my back, and placing one of my legs in front of each of his arms, pushed them back, reached around and guided his enormous cock back into my ass. The new position was absolutely orgasmic; he pounded into my virgin ass with tremendous force. All I could do was grunt, each time his ten inch wonder slammed home. To the best of my recollection he fucked me hard for twenty or thirty minutes, and I loved the feel of his long thick member penetrating my body, but then I was a bit out of it at times. His relentless thrusting made me completely sex crazed; fantasizing that he was raping me, violating my body against my will, as he moved within me, I squirmed with lust. My cock leaked large quantities of precum over my abdomen. The fantasy was working to bring me to orgasm; however, before I could come, Billy suddenly tensed, went into a rapid succession of long deep penetrating stokes, and slammed into my smaller frame, very hard, shooting a huge load cum into my receptive body. His seed felt wonderful as he pumped more and more into my little love cannel. He pumped and, came, pumped and came, over and over; I wanted more, I wanted him to fill me up and make my stomach bulge. It was such a wonderful feeling for me, I hoped his cum would lead out of me all week. Or, at least until I could get another ass filling from him.

To my surprise Billy only hesitate a moment and continued stroking keeping his erection hard. Looking up at him, I smiled and asked, "Can you come in me again? I love it! I love the way you feel, and the way you fuck me B!" I said, squirming into him.

"You really do love this don't you?" he said surprised. "You're a natural bottom." he said smiling. "Baby I've never fucked anyone quite like you. You're very special!" he said softly. "You make love to me, Baby, you didn't just lay there." he said, surprisingly confused.

"I know, I feel something for you, and I wanted to let you know, so I guess that showed." I said, earnestly.

"You really did, didn't you!?" he said rhetorically. "I think we are going to have something really special, if you want pursue this, that is!" he said, questioningly.

"Yes, yes, I want to see where we go with this B, I want you to make love to me now and come in me again, please? Please fuck my little hole, my big hard man, please?" I begged him, shamelessly, wriggling against his cock.

Billy's cock grew tremendously hard inside me; it expanded and throbbed stretching my silky tunnel. I loved every second of it, as he lifted me off the blanket, in his huge arms, stood up embracing me, his cock still deeply embedded in my little hole, and secured his hold on my small body. It dawned on me what he wanted to do, so I wrapped my legs around him, which was his cue to stroke my body as he held me suspended in his large arms. I leaned in and kissed him passionately, shoving my tongue in his gaping mouth; the intensity of my kiss taking him by surprise, as I overwhelmed him with my lust and passion. Billy pulled me closely to him, returning my passionate assault on his mouth. The rock hard flesh moving within me was hot and wet, and wonderful. Cum was dripping out of my sloppy hole now as that huge member was forcing out the excess making room for the loads he was gradually dumping into my little body.

"B, you're coming a lot, do I make you feel good?" I asked, whispering in his ear.

"Ohhhh, oooooh Baby, you just have to whisper in my ear and I'll come in you!" he choked out, as he shot a load into my hot dark tunnel.

My ass squeezed his cock as hard as it could. I began contracting my muscles as he shoved himself back into me and gripping him as he moved out. His moans grew louder and louder, as his thrusts increased, until he kissed me hard, tensed, and slammed violently into my body for half a minute, shooting a large quantity of his thick white seed into me. I could feel his fluids fill me as he pulled out and held me suspended in his arms; my body pressing tightly to him. The sound of his cum dripping out of my ass, hitting the ground in large wet plops, seemed very loud in the stillness of the night air. I felt complete with part of him still deeply within me. There was something between us, and I felt it very strongly, the last time he came in me. He felt it too, because his touch became tender and his body melted into mine, as he gently caressed me. He cared for me in some deep way; I knew that, it wasn't something I could talk about until he did. My feelings for him were also deep, I just didn't know where they would lead us, but I was going to stick around and see what happened. In my mind, you were supposed to feel guilty about making love to another man, or that's what I'd read, but I didn't have any of those emotions; I wanted him to fuck me again, and it felt good! Guilty? Shit, I loved it! His voice broke my chain of thought as he whispered in my ear.

"Baby, I'm going to lay you back on the blanket so hold on to me." he told me tenderly.

I could hear his affection for me in his voice as he gently placed me on my back and started to pull out. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he reached for the other blanket.

"No B, don't pull out of me, stay inside, please?" I pleaded.

Billy unfolded the blanket and pulled it over us, his manly body lying atop mine. With the blanket over us, I dropped my legs down to his side, spreading them apart and moving my knees up toward my ribs, opening myself up to him like a woman.

"B, I'm your little cunt to fuck anytime you want, my big hard piece of meat." I cooed in his ear, sticking my tongue in the cannel and nibbling on his ear lobe.

"Baby, you are the sweetest piece of ass..." he began, his voice husky, trailing off as I took his lower lip in my mouth and nibbled on it.

"And all yours!" I interjected, releasing his lip. "Oh B, I feel like a woman with you in me like this. It feels wonderful my big handsome man. Fuck me till I scream, fuck me with you big cock, please? I want it! Just one more time for me my Lover?" I begged him, my voice high and sensual as I pulled him into me.

My legs pulled back, and spread wide, his hips keeping them flat on the ground, gave him complete access to me. Billy sensed my utter submission to him and grew unbelievably hard again, within minutes of his last climax. His immenseness filled me as he swelled once more to huge proportions. My lust and submissiveness had apparently driven him to new heights, as he moved within me again.

"You want me one more time Baby?" he asked, excitedly.

"I want you as many times as you can come B." I replied, seductively.

"You are unbelievably sexy and wonderful Baby! I want you!" he said thrusting into me like an out of control freight train.

"You have me darling, use me anyway you want. I'm here for you to fuck!" I cooed into his ear in the cutest sexiest voice I could imagine.

Billy came in me instantly, putting another huge load deeply inside me. He stroked my body for a good two minutes after his orgasm, whimpering into my shoulder, as I held him tightly to me. God I was deeply touched as he cried into my shoulder, while moving within me. He made love to me long after his orgasm, but I was absolutely amazed when he stayed hard, and five minutes later shot another load into me before finishing.

"B, stay in me please? I want to feel you go limp inside me.

"Not a problem Baby, I'll do anything for you." he said wearily.

"Would you really B?" I asked, hopefully.

Wrapping those big arms around me, he looked up and said, "I'll do anything for you! Anything!"

That was all I needed to hear; my eyes fixed his gaze, I pulled him down to me, and whispered, "I feel the same way about you B."

Chapter 3

Billy remained semi-erect inside of me, but it made little difference; I lay, clutching him tightly, enjoying his closeness, and savoring the warmth and hardness of his body against mine. My own hard flesh was still erect and intensifying with every second Billy stayed inside me. "Oh God, I love this!" I said to myself, "This man makes me feel wonderfully whole and complete." I mused. "I can't believe I feel so incredibly sexy and feminine with B inside of me. Oh please, let me have him one more time tonight, I want to feel him fill me just once more, and then I'll let him rest." I decided, thoughtfully.

He was still relatively solid inside me, and his breathing was shallow and regular, as his head rested on my shoulder. Placing a hand on the side of his head, my fingers lightly danced around his ear, playing with the lobe and the small indentation where it joined his strong jaw line. Gradually, I worked my way to his hairline and ran my nimble digits through his short fine hair, and around to the back of his neck. Billy moved his body, snuggling closer into mine, as my fingers traced the outline of his shoulder and skipped happily onto the flat expanse just beyond the curvature of his trapezoid. Flattening my hand, the palm skimmed across the slick sweat covered surface of a beautifully muscled upper back, slowly rolling down the rippling exterior to an equally taut lower back. Concentrating my attention on the area of the extreme lower back, as it sharply rises to the upper curve of the buttocks, my hand moved in a serpentine fashion, fingers lightly stroking the taut slick surface of his lower body. Gently, sliding my hand over the prominent hump that signals the end of the lower back, I caressed the firm soft cheek of his ass; then softly ran my middle finger down the crack as far as I could reach. Billy jerked inside of me, expanding slightly, as my finger ran, once more, down the length of his crack. Enjoying the sensation of his movement, my hand ran down his crack, repeatedly; that large muscular body rippling in response to my teasing. He expanded, perceptibly, within me now, and I smiled to myself at the thought of that deliciously exciting, hot, throbbing, member violating my little hole once again. I trembled powerfully with anticipation, when his first movements began.

"Sorry Baby!" he said apologetically, "You make me so hot, I'm hard again! Are you tired? Do you want me to stop?" he asked, tenderly gazing into my eyes.

"No B, I'm feeling wonderful!" I replied, languidly. "Please do whatever you want; I just want you inside me." I said, my hands pulling his body into me.

"Ooh Baby, I've never come so much in my life!" he rasped, breathing heavily, "I've got to come in you one more time!" he stated more than asked, driving his fully erect fleshy tool deeper inside my willing love tunnel.

Billy, lifted his torso off of my chest bracing himself with his arms, similar to a push-up, except he arched his back, which allowed that massive ten inches of hard flesh, to slip completely in my love tunnel right up to the base of the shaft. The feel, as the entirety of his hard, thick, pulsating, manhood smoothly embedded itself within my flesh, was exquisitely delicious. My own erection, now excruciatingly painful, begged for release; the bulbous purple and red head fully engorged with blood. The aching in my groin was insignificant compared to the pleasure he was dispensing with that enormous cock; the smooth flesh gliding wetly inside my pulsating rectum. Intensifying my arousal, cum, from his many loads, was being forced out of my body with each thrust; covering our pubic mounds, and send thick globs of white viscous fluid running down my body and onto the blanket. Billy's long deliberate strokes were eliciting a wet "spluge" sound, which quickly turned into a sloppy wet sucking sound, as my sopping wet, saturated, love tunnel, gave up the excess cum in increasing quantities.

"God Baby, you're so wet and silky soft, I can't hold on much longer! Your body is fucking driving me insane!" he grunted, between clinched teeth.

"I love the sound of you fucking me B! It's so damn sexy; it makes me feel wonderful!" I squealed, running the tips of my fingernails down his chest. "You just come in me whenever you're ready, my big hunk of meat." I murmured seductively, pinching and twisting his erect nipples.

My last utterance, and tweak of his nipples, sent the big man over the edge. Billy's eyes widened in surprise as his orgasm caught him unaware; his back arching into my body, the large form tensed for long seconds before ramming his full length into me, repeatedly. He pumped my body violently for some time, then screaming my new pet name, and shaking violently, he exploded, shooting stream after stream of his thick liquid into my willing body.

"BABY!!" Billy screamed at the top of his lungs, throwing his head back, mouth agape, pausing briefly as he emptied into me.

The only thing I could say at the time was that it was, "Wonderful!" which uttered aloud, as Billy thrusting for the last few times, put every drop in my little love tunnel.

Pulling out of me and rising to his knees unsteadily, Billy looked down at my fully open form, and his eyes widened in amazement. Placing a finger from each hand in m still open hole, he slid two index fingers in me and pulled my little hole further apart, allowing copious quantities of white goo to run out of me and onto the blanket.

"Oh my God Baby, you are stuffed full of me! It's streaming out of you..." he was saying. "Bear down Baby and let me see you push it out." he instructed me, fascinated with the amount of his seed coming out of me.

"But I want your cum to stay in me B." I said, shyly.

"Please, just a little Baby. Please??" he pleaded, "It's really hot !" he said excitedly.

"Okay B, for you." I replied, begrudgingly.

Bearing down, my abdominal and rectal muscles slowly pushed out what amounted to a very large quantity of the white sticky juice. That excited the hell out of Billy and he attempted to fuck me once more. Unfortunately, he could only manage to get semi-hard, which felt very nice, but didn't allow him to orgasm. He worked my love tunnel for another twenty minutes before giving up. His half hard cock also provided me with a wonderful feeling, which made me sad when he pulled out and rolled over on his back.

"Are you okay B?" I asked sweetly, tracing the outline of his nipples with my fingertip.

"Baby, you are insatiable; you've worn me out!" he replied, hugging me to him with one big arm.

Nuzzling into his broad chest I said, "You were unbelievable B, I feel sooo good. Your cum feels wonderful inside me, it's way up in me." I exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

Billy tenderly caressed my back and buttocks as I lay hugging his large body, and snuggling. I must have dozed off because I awoke on my side, spooning with Billy, his stiff penis tucked neatly in the vee between my legs. Reflexively, I moved my hips back into Billy's groin, exposing three or so inches of his fully erect love tool. Reaching down, I softly caressed the head with my fingertip, swiping a dollop of precum off the tip and placing the finger in my mouth.

"Ummm, you taste delicious." I said in a sultry voice.

His cock twitched! I reached down once more and gently caressed the rim of his large circumcised member, tracing under the lip and around to the little vee shaped area at the tip, running my finger along the soft underbelly of his exposed shaft. Another large dollop of precum rolled onto my fingertip, which I immediately brought to my mouth, and audibly sucked on my finger until it was gone. His swollen flesh twitched again, so I put my hand around the exposed portion of his hot, hard, man pleaser, and softly ran my fingers around his throbbing flesh.

My lover's warm breath rolled lazily along the back of my neck and danced down over my shoulder. Billy pulled me back into his body with massive arms; hot moist lips caressed the nape of my neck, nibbling lightly along the tender flesh, sending a distinct chill up my spine. The soft caresses and nibbling in the erogenous zones around my neck, stirred simmering embers within my groin; I moved my hips invitingly into him in response. Brushing off the cobwebs of sleep, I pushed further back against the groin of the very large man holding me securely in his arms. He nuzzled my neck, kissing along the length of my shoulder and back up my neck to just under my ear. Billy nibbled incessantly along my neck, exciting me beyond my wildest hopes. I melted into his large muscular body, his lips and teeth inciting intense lust, hiding just below the surface of my cool exterior. The man, who was now familiar with every square inch of my body, recognized my surrender immediately. Quickly, he moved to position himself; grasping my left leg just behind the knee, he brought it up so my knee touched my chest and place it on the blanket in front of me. It forced my body to rotate slight forward, putting me an angle to the blanket. He moved in close to me; placing his knee behind my right knee and gently pushing it forward, just under my other leg. I was now in a fetal position, my right side against the blanket, although it was very comfortable. Billy continued to nibble my neck, driving me wild with lust, as he placed his cock head against my sopping hole. It became obvious to me what he was doing, and I relished the thought he would enter me again. With one swift motion, he forced his way into me; I let out an elated cry!

"Ahhhh, ummmm!" I screamed, from pure enjoyment.

"Baby! Did I hurt you?" he asked, worriedly.

"Ooooh nooo, mmmy lovvvee, I'mmm inn Heavveennn!" I responded languidly, my head rocking limply on my shoulder, as he sucked the nape of my neck. Billy held me securely in his arms as he moved steadily, but gently within me. Gone was the gut wrenching lustful hunger that had driven him earlier; that had been replaced with tender, passionate, caring sex. It was quite apparent that something had changed and he was making wonderful love to me now. The touch of his strong arms, caress of his lips, and the manner in which he stroked my body were all very different. I wasn't sure what had changed, but it had, and I was enjoying every minute of his attention, and desperately wanted to please this wonderful man anyway I could.

The sensations arising from the exploits of his mouth upon my neck were incredible. My groin tingled with anticipation, and my body reverberated with each caress of his strong hands, clutching my small body closely to him, as his monstrous flesh pole unhurriedly reamed my small tunnel, literally thrusting me into a state of rapturous delirium. The surroundings were lost to me as I sank deeper into my microcosm of ecstasy; fixating solely on my partner's erect flesh and his movement within my body. My flesh was on fire as his extremely large red hot poker glided effortlessly within my very tight love tunnel. It throbbed and rippled inside my sensitive form, and I drank in the rich full sensation of his body filling mine. Quite unconsciously, I raised my knees up under my chin, pinning his arms to me, and opening myself completely to his thrusts. My very large lover moaned and bit down on my shoulder. I reacted to the pain, reaching backwards, placing my hands behind Billy's neck and interlocking my fingers, guiding him onto my neck. He greedily sucked the nape of my neck sending chills up and down my spine once more. Reflexively, I gripped his hard tool with my ass muscles, and squeezed as he pulled out. He grunted and a low muffled moan escaped his throat. As he began to thrust once more into me, I clinched my rectal and abdominal muscles, resisting his forward movement. He groaned wildly this time, and moaned as I grasped his cock once more when he pulled out.

That long, hot, thick telephone pole he was shoving into me, stirred deep aching sexual rumblings at the core of my groin. Precum oozed from my hard penis constantly now, and the tingly butterfly sensation in the pit of my stomach and groin, was growing by leaps and bounds. Harder I squeezed his manhood with my body; he responded, tightening those strong comforting arms around me as I worked him into a frenzy using my ass. The truth is I was as turned by it as he was; large quantities of precum oozing out of my rock hard member, as he repeatedly violated my receptive body. Keeping his mouth pressed against my neck with my hands, I consciously worked my ass onto him milking his incredible cock for everything it was worth. Unbelievably aroused, my body responded instantly to his slightly touch and Billy controlled and commanded my form with light movements of his hands, upper torso, and the immense piece of flesh I was impaled upon. I felt myself slowly slipping into a sexual delirium, becoming more and more submissive, as I spiraled down into an ever increasing abyss of sexual pleasure and fulfillment. At some point, I was past caring about anything except being fucked by him. As I was to discover, Billy loved my submissiveness, he got off on it as a matter of fact, and the rest of that night he thoroughly dominated and used me in any way he wanted. And, I loved it!

I trembled violently as blistering waves of desire cascaded over my small body; Billy's rhythmic thrusts gradually riding me to the crest of an enormous, mounting, wave that would, quite soon, bring me to very edge of pure ecstasy.

"Baby, you're trembling, are you cold??" Billy questioned me.

Turning my head back, as I pulled his mouth to mine to kiss his full lips, I weakly responded, "No Dear, I'm just that excited by you!"

His eyes widened momentarily as a brief look of comprehension flashed in them; then he kissed me, passionately, his mouth engulfing mine, moaning loudly, gently intertwining his tongue with mine. "God, his mouth is so hot on mine!" I was thinking. The force of his passion made me feel so desired and needed at that moment, I would have done anything for him. Billy held his kiss for a very long time, continuously thrusting his enormous appendage steadily into my body; intensifying our passions with each passing moment.

Breathlessly we parted lips, his attention returning to the highly sensitive area in the curve of my neck, where he devotedly nibbled, and lightly sucked, along the gentle curve of supple flesh. His large fleshy member gliding artfully and effortlessly within me deepened my desire, which was building at an incredible pace. My hands, still locked behind his head, pulled his mouth roughly into my neck, holding him to me, my body pushing onto his unbelievably hot cock. His throbbing desire was like a scalding hot poker inside my body, as he drove into me relentlessly.

The orgasm befell me quickly, giving no warning, starting as a slight tingling sensation at my prostate, and suddenly erupting into a cataclysmic electrical wave, as masses of neurons all fired simultaneously, spawning colossally violent, involuntary convulsions throughout my body. In the space of seconds, my smaller form was absorbed by the most extraordinary feeling I has ever experienced. The bodily functions one normally accredits to motor control had vanished, and I was left with the singular capacity to feel every individual physical response of my form, without the slightest ability to control it.

As waves of pleasure washed over me, turning into a torrent, I vaguely sensed my own cum hitting me in the face and abdomen. In brief moments, I was face down on the blanket, Billy having rolled me onto my stomach, his weight pining me to the ground, as he thrust forcefully into my body as it wreathed in a dance of orgasmic delight.

"Baby?" he asked, "Can you move your knees up and spread your legs so I can get all the way in you?" he asked hurriedly.

"I think sooooo..." I tried to reply as I balance on the edge of perfect pleasure, my response weak, and my voice needy with desire.

Trying to accommodate the man that was reaming me into absolute bliss, I slowly pulled my knees up alongside me as far as I could, which opened my body completely to his enormous thrusting cock. Billy, in his excitement, now drove to new places within me, every stroke producing a cornucopia of excruciating pleasure. In my euphoria, I curved my back slightly inward, elevating my ass, offering myself willingly to him as a sacrifice is to a high priest. This time I felt the familiar tingle of a preeminent orgasm before it rocked my body for the second time.

"OH B, I'MMM COMMMMMING... AGAAINNN!!! OH GOD, OH GOD, OOOOOH GAAWWWWDDD!!!" I screamed hoarsely, writhing, jerking, and pushing back against him like a cock starved whore. And yes, I felt feminine and slutty and I really loved it.

Billy was still going strong and hammering my ass for all it was worth, when he flopped on top of me unexpectedly, slipping his arms under my arm pits, and upward, grasping my shoulders, palms up. His knees moved in behind mine pushing my legs further up, while he ground into my little sloppy wet hole. The feel of his cock expanding and the head elongating inside me, just before the convulsions racked his body, was incredibly wonderful. Instinctively, he thrust much more rapidly into my hole, before shuttering for long seconds, and buried himself deeply within me; his hot cum shooting deeply inside me refilling me once more.

Billy lay atop my limp form for some time, leaving his gradually softening cock buried inside me before pulling out with a wet slippery "plop" sound. Immediately, warm thick fluid oozed out of my gaping hole in a steady stream, and down my ball sack, dripping onto the blanket. Rolling onto his side, Billy lay partially on me, one large leg between my two smaller ones. His massive manhood, although flaccid now, oozed hot cum down my crack, as it rested limply on top. I was exhausted, but my body was humming with a feeling of complete contentment. Billy kissed my ear, sucked in my earlobe and nibbled on it playfully. Sticking his tongue in my ear cannel he whispered very softly, "Did you like that Baby?" with a tired laugh.

"Oh God yes, B! It was wonderful!" I languidly replied, pulling his free arm under mine, clutching it tightly to me.

"I'm glad! -- You were unbelievable Baby! I mean it! You are the best fuck I've ever had!" he said quietly hugging me with the arm I held to my chest.

"When can we do it again B??" I asked weakly, snuggling under him.

"If I can recover Baby, is tomorrow night okay with you?" he asked. "You may be pretty sore though Baby, so let's see how you feel." He said sweetly, hugging me affectionately to him once more.

"Okay B." I responded wearily, as began to fade into that middle ground between sleep and semi-consciousness.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but I stirred once, or thought I did, lying on my back, my arms and legs spread apart, with someone touching me, and I dozed off again. Later I awoke as Billy was carrying me to the car. Dazed I asked, "What's going on B?"

"Nothing Baby, I've just got to get you home; it's 2:00 am and I don't want you to get in trouble with your parents." he said nervously.

"Oh, they'll be in bed and I have my own outside entrance, I'll be okay B." I lazily responded.

"You need to wake up Baby, so you can get in the house and get to bed without waking everyone." he said authoritatively.

"Okay B, I'm up." I said, leaning up and clumsily kissing him, as I wrapped arms around his broad neck.

Billy responded by lifting his arms up pulling me to him and kissing me deeply. "You are so precious Baby, don't ever change." he said, earnestly, putting me in the passenger seat and shutting the door.

I drifted in and out of sleep on the way to my place, and was reasonably awake when, cutting the engine and lights, he coasted my car into the driveway. Looking around only the occasional security light shown down the street at 2:45 AM, so I got out of the car, quietly shut the door, and walked around to the back of the house. It dawned on me the poles weren't in the car.

"What did you do with the poles B?" I asked curiously.

He kissed me on the top of the head, smiled, and leaning down to my ear, said, "I left them at the lake. I'll go back and get them tomorrow. Maybe you'd like to go with me?" he smiled devilishly at me.

Beaming, I look up at him putting my arms around his waist, and whispered, "Is that all you want me to do?" kissing his chest and hugging him.

Releasing my hold on him, Billy walked with me to my bedroom entrance and waited as I unlocked the door. Once inside, I stepped to the interior door of my room and listened; all was quiet, no one was up. "Excellent!" I whispered. Turning around Billy stood silhouetted in the doorway, a large figure, the man that had made love to me. Filled with an unfamiliar emotion, I quickly closed the gap between us, threw my arms up around his neck and pulled his lips down to mine, kissing him passionately standing on my tiptoes. His large arms pulled me into him, as he returned my fervent kiss; picking me up he walked next to the bed placing me on my feet. His big hands went immediately for my belt buckle, unfastening it and the top button of my jeans, followed by the familiar sound of my zipped going down; and then his arms embraced me once more, picking me up. With one arm he held me suspended in the air, as he pulled my briefs down with the other. I kicked my legs shaking off the jeans and briefs. He gently laid me on the bed, turned and went to the interior door and locked it. I pulled my shirt off anticipating him entering me again, and lay completely nude on my bed, only moonlight from the open door lighting the interior. With determined steps, he approached the bed stopping between my widely spread legs, and for long seconds stood over me as still as death. Unable to see his face, I was unsure what was happening, but presently he placed his large hands on my taut abdomen, just above my hardening cock, and palms down, glided up over my stomach, then chest, and came to rest on my shoulder blades. Billy leaned over and kissed my tenderly for long seconds, and stood up. Quickly, he knelt between my open legs dangling off the edge of the bed, from my knees. Gently running his big hands along the inside of my soft thighs, while pushing them further apart, his mouth delicately closed over my hard member. The feeling of his lips wrapping around me and his tongue sliding along the underside of my shaft, was agonizingly sensual, and unforgettable. Somehow he took my full length in, as I felt his lips touch my pubic mound. Billy expertly sucked and licked my love pole eliciting absolutely wonderful sensations from my groin; I never wanted it to stop. His marvelous mouth had brought me just about to the point of no return, when he slid three fingers in my ass. My greedy love tunnel moved instinctively onto his fingers trying to swallow them, and I arched my back reflexively, a low moan escaping my throat.

"You are very anal Baby, I can tell, and I love it! I'll fuck your pussy every day, now that you are my cunt!" he whispered quietly. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked seductively, working his finger in and out of my well used hole.

"Oh God NO, Bbbbb!" I began to shout, cutoff mid-sentence when his hand clamped over my mouth, holding me down, exciting me even further. Billy picked up on my heighten arousal and held his hand over my mouth, as he lowered his mouth, once again, over my cock.

The indescribable silky smoothness of his velvet lips gliding over the full length of my shaft had me, within a minute or two, heaving upward to thrust into his hot wet mouth. In no time my balls drew up into me, very hard and taut; I tensed and jerked upward into his mouth, screaming into his hand as a large amount of hot thick fluid jetted out of me, followed by a number of smaller spurts. I came very hard for fifteen or twenty seconds, Billy moaning softly as he gulped me down without spilling a drop. He continued to suck me for another couple of minutes, milking my deflating cock for every bit of seed he could get. Abruptly he rose from the floor, leaned forward and eased his body down onto my nude form; spreading my legs to accommodate his large frame, he kissed me deeply in the moonlight that spilled into the room. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him into me as his lips burned into mine, and the budge of that wonderful cock pressed down on the inside of my leg through his jeans.

Billy kissed me long and hard, taking my smaller form in his arms and pulling me to him roughly. Overwhelmed with an unyielding desire to please the wonderful man lying atop me, I reached down, fumbling with his belt buckle, and unfastened his belt and the top of his jeans. With his body pressing so closely to my own, I was unable to push his jeans down. Sensing my dilemma, the big man stood, and quickly pushed his jeans and briefs down to his ankles. Looking up at the large form silhouetted against the open moonlit door, I slowly raised my knees along the sides of my body until they touched my elbows; again opening my smaller body fully to him. Sensually, I held my arms out in a silent gesture of desire and submission, begging for the larger man to come to me. The dark figure stood over me for long seconds, taking in the willing form that lay before him, then with a satisfied sign, lowered his muscular body onto me.

The large muscled form reached back guiding his massive member to the entrance of my little pussy, as he loves to call it, and with one quick thrust slid completely inside my willing orifice, already highly lubricated with many previous deposits of his hot seed. Involuntarily, I arched my back as he entered me, not in pain, but surprise, at the wonderful sensation of that enormous piece of meat gliding deeply into me. I drew my knees up further to providing greater access to his little treasure; my body tingling and shuttering with pleasure as he moved effortlessly within me. Billy's tremendous organ filled me completely, and as he gently made love to me for the last time that morning, I had a sense of belonging, of being his now; and it felt wonderful. Any yet there was also something else, some tangible tidbit of a thing I couldn't quite put my finger on; as if, I had crossed something, some indiscernible boundary, or line, but I couldn't say what it was... Just that it was a crossing.

The series will continue with: The Crossing -- La Femme Fatale