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My very first story. This was written for my girlfriend and I'm sure that there are some spelling/grammatical errors and I'm sure some of this story isn't logical but it's a STORY. Don't nitpick, just enjoy. Also, I apologize for the lack of paragraphs. Please leave your opinions.
I studied the young woman intently from my place in the shadows, hidden by the branches and leaves of the woods I was in. I still had a wonderful view of the deserted, littered street the lack of vehicles, abandoned buildings, the one working street lamp at the very end of the road and of course, the frantic, blonde female scurrying down the filthy asphalt. I followed slowly and silently, careful of twigs and limbs that could possibly make any noises. She was looking over her shoulder steadily and although I knew that her panic would prevent her from actually sensing me, I certainly didn't want to alert her that I was on the prowl. I took great note of her appearance. I estimated that she was about five foot six, maybe five foot five without the stilettos. Slender, but with good muscle tone, as her shorter skirt revealed. My first thought was 'former cheerleader' but I suppose she could have been a gymnast as well. I wouldn't care enough to ask. I also noticed her clean, stick-straight, neatly styled hair and well-cut blouse. I couldn't distinguish her facial features from this far off but I could tell she was pretty. She certainly didn't appear to be one of the hookers, drug addicts or common street trash that occasionally made their way down here and for this I was thankful. They weren't good for much, I simply killed them and moved on. They were already well-used and held no allure for me. This one, however...well this one would be fun. I felt my grin widen as I imagined all the things I would to this little slut until she too, bored me. I knew that I could take her now but, to me, that wasn't as fun as playing a little cat-and-mouse. There was nowhere she could run from here, this was my territory, and any further she went would just bring her closer to my abode. As I continued to follow her silently, I had to wonder what exactly had brought her out here. There was absolutely nothing of interest this far out...no attractions, no sight-seeing, no motels or gas stations. This was ghost-town and everyone in a 50 mile radius knew that. That combined with the stories of missing women had made this a place to avoid for all those with a brain and common sense. My guess was that she had been near the neighboring town and had either broken down or been deserted. Instead of walking towards town, she had sealed her own fate. Growing anxious, I decided to approach her. Slipping quietly, so she wouldn't notice, I exited my hiding place. I didn't need her questioning why I had been concealed in the woods. I crossed the street to look as if I had came out of one of the abandoned buildings...one that looked as if it could just be closed for the night. I waited until I was about twenty feet behind her and called out to her. "Hey there! You really shouldn't be walking here at night! Do you need some help?" She spun around quickly and stared at me in fright. I imagine that I gave her quite the startle. I flashed her my most easy-going smile and made my eyes seem as concerned as possible. It worked. She visibly relaxed and flashed a tired smile back. "I'm afraid I got lost." she admitted with a gentle, southern twang. "I was looking for a motel or some sort of lodging. I came here on the bus and by the time I realized I had been stood up, there weren't any more buses coming. I figured I would find somewhere to stay and catch the next one in the morning but to make matters worse, I left my cellphone on the bus. There wasn't anybody around, or any places open so I just started walking. Thank God you showed up!" With that, she stopped and took a breath. I don't think she had taken one the entire time she was speaking. I studied her, as if suspicious, and responded slowly and carefully "Well darlin', there aren't any motels out around these parts. You picked a mighty bad place to walk to." I waited for her face to fall and take on a disheartened expression before I continued. "However, I reckon you could stay the night at my place, if need be. Can't have you roamin' these streets all durn' night, can I now? It's plenty big." She was the one studying me now and I assumed an expression to look as if I didn't care either way. This one might be easier than usual. I knew that I didn't look threatening, even with my size. I was tall, about 6'3, and while I was far from overweight, I was wide. Muscular and solid...a football player's physique, if you will. I had dark brown hair that could use a trimming and bright green eyes. Add that to my tanned skin, straight, white teeth and the dimple that flashed at will in my left cheek and I appeared to be just another harmless, attractive man. However, Ted Bundy himself looked like a choir boy...when will women learn to stop trusting appearances? Not that I didn't thank it, of course. The young woman's voice snapped me back to attention, "Well...if it's not too much trouble for you, then that would be great. Thank you." I smiled again. "No problem darlin'. I hope you don't mind walking? I never drive the truck out here." She shook her head quickly, signalling that it wasn't a problem at all. We started walking together in the direction she was already headed. I let a few minutes pass uninterrupted before I asked her her name. "It's Lauren," she replied softly "I've never really liked it though. What's yours?" I paused to look her in the eyes before I answered. They were blue, like I knew they would be. Crystal blue, bright and clear. "I think Lauren is a beautiful name...mine is Jake." I wasn't worried about her knowing my real name, she wouldn't live to repeat it. "How old are you Lauren? I'll answer first. I'm 27." She smiled another shy smile...very cute, if I do say so myself. "I'm 19 and in my second year of college. I hope to be a school guidance counselor one day." I took in the information quickly. "Oh? Very impressive. Any reason why you want to be one of them school counselors?" She nodded slowly. "When I was in school, none of the counselors seemed to know what to tell me about why my father wasn't around or why my mother was always gone. So I grew up thinking that it was somehow my fault, that I had done something wrong. I think I could help children in the ways that I wasn't." almost as if it were an afterthought, she continued "That's who I was supposed to meet, you know. I had never met him before and I thought that maybe we could meet and become close. Maybe have that father/daughter bond that every child should have. I guess not though." With this, she became silent and I let a decent amount of time pass before I said anything back. "Well hearin' that, I think you'll be a fine school counselor, Lauren. I reckon some men just don't have it in them to be fathers. It's no reflection of who you are." She beamed at this. "Thanks Jake. If you don't mind me asking, how much further is your house?" I waved in the general area in front of us. "Just over yonder." When conversation ceased again, I began to think of my plan. She had opened up, which meant that she felt completely at ease. This might just be too easy. I actually hoped it wouldn't, what fun was it without a bit of a fight? The struggle, the fight, the screams, pleads and prayers...my dick twitched just from the thought. Thankfully we were approaching my house now. It was a modest, one-story brick house, painted white with the paint flaking off in more areas than not. A couple of the porch steps were broken and one of the remaining shudders was dangling precariously. "Sorry it's a bit of a mess, I'm 'fraid I don't have much time to do work around the house. A couple of the porch steps are missing but the back steps are fine. We'll have to go around since the front door's warped anyhow." I could see that Lauren was re-thinking her decision now but how could she turn back? "A-a-alright, that's fine." I smiled to myself and lead her around the back, conveniently placing her walking closest to the tree directly beside my modified shed. As we came maybe a foot and a half from it, I quickly grabbed her by her waist-length hair and shoved her torso first into the tree, yanking her arms back roughly as I did so. The whole thing happened so fast, she barely had time to gasp before she was trapped by my capable hands. She began to whimper, confused, shocked and very, very scared. "What are you doing?! Please let me go, please!" she pleaded. Why did they always beg? Did they really think that asking me was going to be enough to change my mind? Certainly not, not after this much trouble and preparation. I lowered my head to her ear and whispered "Lauren, Lauren. What a sweet little slut. I'm sorry that daddy doesn't love you...maybe I can love you enough to make up for it." With that, I laughed cruelly in her ear and felt her body shake with sobs against my own. "Why are you doing this? Why?? What did I do? Please!" she wailed. I drew back and looked at the back of her head disdainfully. Without responding, I withdrew the length of rope from my back pocket with my free hand and shook it out. Then, too quickly for her to comprehend, I pressed my torso against her back and pulled her hands apart, only to put them back together on the other side of the trunk. I then quickly tied them together with the rope, boy-scout style. She was now, essentially, hugging the tree. Unable to move, with no chance of getting free from this, she fought violently. Obviously the realization that something very, very bad was going to happen to her had finally hit. I decided to answer her previous question. "My dear Lauren...you were in the wrong place at the worst possible time. It's nothing personal, I assure you. If you behave and be a good little whore, then you can walk out of here and go back to where you came." She paused in her struggle, weighing her options, I'm sure. She could either endure whatever I did without a fight and live or she could resist and die. She remained still. "Really?" she whispered. I snickered meanly. "No." That's when the screaming started. I didn't have anybody near enough to hear them but too much sound annoyed me. I let her scream for a good minute, then struck her in the back of her skull hard enough to make her face bounch off the bark in front of her. She was silent after that, weeping softly. I was glad. I wasn't a big fan of beatings...I preferred blood. I then removed the knife I kept in the waistband of my jeans, conveniently concealed by my shirt and used it to slice her skirt half-way. I ripped the rest off, the sound pleasing me. I took a moment to appreciate the flawless skin, the softness, the curves of her shapely ass clad only in a virginal white, lace thong. Somehow it looked innocent on her, although it was one of the sluttiest undergarments a woman could wear. I cupped and grasped her ass cheeks in my hands, feeling the weight and the slight jiggle. Dear Lauren cried harder as I did this, almost as if she knew what was coming next. She didn't, or else she would be screaming her fuckin' head off again. I then cut part of her tight blouse off, nicking her upper back a bit in the proccess. It would be okay. There'd be many more 'nicks' in the future for her. I then, of course, ripped the rest of it off. I then cut the straps on her bra, until that too could be removed easily. She was then completely exposed, besides her panties, and I could see the goosebumps rising on her skin from the chilly night air. It was an exhilarating sight. I ran my hands up and down her body, caressing, groping, pinching, squeezing and slapping. With each one of the last three, she would groan in self-pity and misery. I didn't care. I was enjoying it. I then picked up my shorter handled knife, once more and ran that across her skin. I could see her shiver with each touch of the cold metal. Growing tired of this, I pushed harder into her skin as I dragged the blade along the surface, drawing a thin line of blood. I smirked as she screamed out in pain. Little bitch would be subjected to a lot more than that. I sincerely hoped for her sake that her pain tolerance had risen by then. Actually, that was a lie. I loved it. I loved hearing the pain in her voice, feeling the pain in her movements, and when the time came, seeing the pain in her eyes. I continued to cut and slice her at random, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, sometimes merely scratches. I did this until majority of her back and thighs were covered in the cuts, dripping blood down her lithe figure. I saved her ass, besides a few wounds where the cheeks met the thighs, because of the sole purpose of I enjoyed looking at it. I pulled her head back by the hair, as far as it would go with her arms wrapped around the tree and held the knife to her neck, pressing hard. I liked the way her body contorted and became motionless in order to keep the blade from slitting her throat. Then I just pulled hard on her hair, tearing a large amount of it from her scalp. I slapped her wounds, spit on her, and beat her with a particularly large, strong branch until it broke. I then decided that I was ready to move on. First, I tied her ankles together, relishing the pathetic sounds coming from her mouth and the ragged, heavy breathing. Once she was secured, I untied her wrists from around the trunk and brought her raw, scraped arms back to her body. Without saying a word to indicate what was next in store, I dragged her across the ground by one bloody arm to my shed. Once she was inside, I held her tightly and asked "Do you know why we're in the shed?" Silently, she shook her head, eyes wide with fear. I sneered as I answered my own question, "Because little cumsluts aren't worthy of dying in my house.". Lauren's eyes shut tightly and began to sob harder. All the monsters she had learned of when she was a child were real and she was at the mercy of all of them rolled together into one man. She was going to die and she knew it. I then picked her up baby-style and laid her onto the altered cot in the middle of the room. I had to use minimal force, I think her fight was about gone at this point but I was nowhere satisfied. I first secured each wrist in the leather straps attached to the cot, then moved further down it where i untied her ankles (standing back to ensure I wasn't kicked) and fastened them too with the leather straps at the foot of the cot. Once I was finished, I stood back and admired my handywork, while she looked up at me with dark, tearful eyes. She really was beautiful, but the panties had to go. I rid her body of them and finally, she was completely naked. She was waxed bare, smooth and I had the perfect view of the dusky pink of her tiny slit. "You have such a pretty cunt, bitch. I can't wait to ruin it." I snarled. My excitement, anticipation and impatience were making me even more cruel and insensitive. Again, I didn't care. This bitch was here for my pleasure and my pleasure only and she knew it. Darling Lauren didn't even respond to my comment. She merely closed her eyes and acted as if a person accepting the fact that they're doomed. Now my only question was how I was going to cause her the most pain possible. I circled the claustrophobic space, exploring my options. I finally chose the items I would need and came back to sit at her side. I smiled at her and lovingly stroked her hair before reaching out and pulling her breast taut by the nipple. In quick succession, I pierced it with an old nail I had found laying around the shed. It had come to good use after all. She let out an awful scream and arched her back, pulling desperately against her restraints to no avail. I then made my way to the other side and did the same to the other nipple. She screamed again and thrashed around but surprisingly remained concious. I guess she had a higher pain tolerance than I originally thought. I thought for a moment before a particularly enjoyable idea showed itself to me. I never liked to do the same thing twice. I crawled onto the cot and kneeled between her thighs. "Are you a virgin, little Lauren?" I inquired. She just stared at me and for a moment I thought she was no longer coherent. "No." she answered quietly and dejectedly. Jesus, the sheen of sweat that the pain had put over her body was incredibly hot. "Well, you filthy little slut. You'll never enjoy fucking again." and with that I pulled a nondescript lighter out of my pocket. Looking at it, you wouldn't think of the pain it was about to cause this little bitch. However, I could imagine it quite well, and I quite enjoyed the thought of it. I brought the lighter to the folds of her pussy and pressed it there, delighting in the way it made her squirm, bucking her hips, knowing what was coming but being powerless to stop it. I pulled her cunt lips apart until her clitoris was revealed and held my fingers there, holding them apart. I then flicked the lighter and...no flame. Lauren jumped and started bawling again, her nerves stretched tight and thin, the feeling of helplessness too much to bear. I flicked the lighter once more and this time it lit. I moved the lighter to her clit and held it there, scorching the most sensitive part of any woman. She bucked, screamed, and pulled on her restraints until her wrists and ankles were bloody until the moment her eyes rolled back into her head and she lost conciousness. I calmly removed the lighter from her pussy and put it away. Then I waited for her to regain conciousness, it didn't take long. When her eyelids began to flutter, I slapped her, forcing her return to reality. As soon as she did, I forced my dick into her cunt, pushing past her swollen vulva and feeling her now crispy clit against the shaft. Lauren screeched again, more, as I dry-fucked her. I knew that me fucking her was pain in itself, combined with the pain of her pussy and the cuts on her back...well, I loved it. I fucked her harder and deeper, feeling her pussy milk my dick involuntarily while her body convulsed. I knew it wouldn't be long, so I reached up and circled my hands around her neck, squeezing as hard as I was thrusting. Her eyes began to bulge, as she tried to say something, anything, who cares. Nothing she has to say has any importance to me. I fucked her faster, maintaining the pressure around her throat, keeping her from getting any air flow. I leaned down and bit her earlobe and growled the last thing she would ever hear. "Oh darlin' Lauren...I'm sure you would have been a great guidance counselor." A moment later, I filled her with my life as hers left.
...When will women learn to stop trusting appearances?

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2014-08-25 22:20:34
CaptainHowdyy.. The story was good! You need to work on the Paragraphs. Yes I have a problem with them too. Hope you keep trying and developing your skills..Be well and keep posting.

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2012-11-04 23:33:16
Terrible but well done

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2011-08-24 17:00:30
I would SO love to meet you. My collection of blow torches would have a complete theme park of fun on your sick fuck flesh !!

2011-08-24 14:42:45
Paragraphs are my nemesis. I'll try though.

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2011-08-24 11:03:48
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It's The Hottest Day... So Far.

Do you know these days? When it gets hot, and stays hot, and keeps staying hot, and the hot sticks to you so that you radiate the heat into the house. When it's so hot the kids would go lay in clover with its sickly sweet scent and the bugs underneath, just to find a bit of cool? When you had to time the length of your bottle of Co'cola, so that it lasted long enough to enjoy, but not so long that it got warm. Working in the heat meant that your neck got sweaty and covered with dirt and dust, but if you touched it, everything just felt worse, so it was better to just leave it alone and be hot. How could everything be so dry and dusty, when we were so sweaty and sticky?!

So, I'm going to tell you a story. It's about the hottest place in the world. Now, I've been to Death Valley, and seen the cool giant thermometer there, and I know about the great deserts across the world. But the hottest place in the world? It's in North Carolina.

My grandfather was a salesman, who often traveled to cities on business trips, including New York. When he introduced himself, saying he was from North Carolina, one pair of businessmen said, oh yes, they knew about places in North Carolina, and proceeded to tell him this tale.

They had traveled into Africa on the trail for raw materials, and had struggled with the wildly oppressive climate there. Unbearably hot, suffering, thick with humidity and clay dust, it made any effort nearly intolerable. Finding respite at an old tropical bar, one favored by black and white movies with long suffering patrons fanning themselves, wondering it they would ever leave (or get ice), the two were discussing the heat.

They each swore they had never been to a place hotter than this. Surely, this was the hottest place on Earth. They had almost made a pact of agreement, when...

An old timer, white suited, wide white brimmed hat, somehow oddly unaffected by the heat, probably due to his advanced age, or a general tolerance, or just being insufferably thin, spoke up. "No, gentlemen, this is NOT the hottest place in the world." When he spoke, his confidence defined the truth of the matter.

Taken aback, the two men said, "Well... where is the hottest place on Earth, then? What place can be hotter than this?" They fanned themselves in exasperation.

The old timer paused to make sure he had full effect and attention... "Have you two gentlemen ever heard of... Goldsboro, North Carolina?"

And to this day, I will still swear that Goldsboro is the hottest place on earth. If you watch regional weather, invariably, Goldsboro is one or two degrees hotter than any place else in the entire state.

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one who enjoys emotional and physical pain, some enjoy it sexualy and other do not
one who get a mental high from emotional and physical pain
I for one am a Masochist, I enjoy both emotional and physical pain to myself (not in a sexual way)
Beküldő: Lonely Soul 2006. augusztus 31.
Someone who obtains sexual gratification from being physically or emotionally abused, humiliated or mistreated, either by another or by oneself.
Beküldő: Skippy 2003. június 13.
An individual who is sexually stimulated by pain, either self-inflicted or administered by others.
The masochist looked forward to trips to the dentist.
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a person who enjoys recieving pain. It is quite possible for a person to be masochistic without being submissive, and to be masochistic without being masochistic. It is also possible to be a masochist AND a sadist.
i'm the type of masochist who enjoys tactile stimulation, but not percussion
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One who recieves pleasure (usually sexual) from being physically tortured or otherwise inflicted with pain, or humiliation. (a person who is masochistic is not necessarily a submissive, they don't go hand in hand)
James enjoyed spanking his girlfriend, being a masochist, she enjoyed it to
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One whom has derived excitement, or pleasure (whether it be sexual or not) from pain, delivered on by themself, or by another individual. Antonym: Sadist
I myself am a Masochist. I constantly ask my friends to stab me with sticks...they unfortunately refuse.
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I leaned against the lockers and talked to Ariana. She laughed as I ranted about how hard my chemistry class is.

"I literally don't understand a thing in the class. I'm probably going to fail this test and have to retake the class." I pouted.

"I have a B in chemistry, I can help you study?" She suggested.

I glanced behind her and saw Camila looking at us. She noticed I caught her staring and quickly adjusted her eyes somewhere else. I looked back at Ariana and realized I didn't answer her question.

"Really? That'd be a lot of help thanks." I smiled and nodded.

"Of course anything for a friend." She smiled.

I pulled her into a hug. "Thanks Ari, can you come by after school?" She hugged back and giggled. "You're welcome, and yeah."

I checked to see if Camila was still there, but she wasn't. I shrugged and continued hugging the cheerleader.

Someone cleared their throat behind me. I released Ariana from the embrace. I turned around and saw Camila.

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She tugged on my arm and pulled me away from Ariana before I could say anything.

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She ignored me and dragged me towards a class. She scanned the hallway before pulling me into the room. I crossed my arms as I walked in and leaned against the big desk at the front of the room.

"Dude what the hell?" I looked at her in confusion.

She dropped her bag and strutted towards me. I felt myself get nervous as she got closer to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a rough kiss. I quickly kissed back as she leaned against me. She stopped and smirked.

I curiously watched as she walked to the other side of the desk. My mouth dropped slightly when she stuck an arm out and knocked everything off the desk. She walked back towards me and pushed me back onto the desk

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She hummed in response without breaking the kiss. I felt her hand traveling from my stomach to the waistband of my joggers. "Wait wait wait." I quickly broke the kiss.

She licked her lips. "What? You don't want to have sex?"

"Uh yeah, but not here where we could get caught." I laughed nervously.

"You're right, then how about later at your place?" She bit her lip as she got off of me.

"I actually can't, I'm busy." I rubbed my neck and sat up.

"Busy doing what? Ariana?" She spat and crossed her arms.

I laughed, "No, she's just going to help me study for my Chemistry test." I explained.

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“What are you doing?” Disappointment surged through her.

“You need to get dressed.” His breathing was harsh and uneven.

Clutching the sweater to her chest, she frowned at his darkening expression. She knew he wanted her. The sharp scent of his lust permeated the air, wrapping around both of them in a hot, almost physical embrace. “Why?”

“Because I want to take you on this counter hard and fast and you deserve better than that.” His words were a soft growl.

They could go to the bedroom if he was concerned about the counter. “I don’t care—”

“You’ve been traveling for days and I want you clearheaded when we take this next step. When I sink deep inside you, I don’t want there to be any room for regret from you.” It sounded as if he’d swallowed gravel and his dark eyes smoldered with something that put her on edge. The look he gave her was primitive and possessive and made the animal inside her slightly wary.

Felicia wasn’t sure what surprised her more. The fact that he was so turned-on yet still willing to give her time or the fact that he’d was being so brutally honest. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting from him but it hadn’t been that.

Confused, she tugged on her sweater and slid off the counter when he stepped back. After what they’d just shared she wanted to say something flirty or witty but couldn’t find the words. Instead she cleared her throat. “You want to show me where I’ll be sleeping tonight?” Inwardly she groaned at herself. Real smooth.

He opened his mouth once and then closed it, growling something under his breath, and he motioned with his hand for her to follow him.

Chapter Four

Felicia jerked up in bed as she came fully awake. The unusual silence around her was deafening. She was so used to hearing explosions and gunfire in the distance, for a moment she forgot where she was. Until the past few hours crashed in on her like a tsunami. She was at a house with Alaric. And very recently he’d brought her to an intense climax with barely any stimulation. Her entire body still tingled from the memory. The thought was too surreal. Too weird.

Slivers of moonlight shone through the slat blinds and a glance at the clock told her only a few hours had passed. She should have passed out and slept for days but her mind was too wired. She kept reliving the way Alaric had kissed and stroked her to such exquisite release and wondering what it meant to him.

Now that her mind was clearer, panic started to set in. She wasn’t afraid he’d punish her anymore, but she was afraid of what would happen if—when, he’d said—they took the next step. There had been no hesitation in his voice about them sleeping together. He’d been so sure about it and she hadn’t said anything to contradict him. Why would she? She wanted him as much as he seemed to want her and a few hours ago she’d been ready to strip bare and let him inside her.

Her chest constricted as she thought about going to bed with him. She could only imagine how much experience he had with women. The way he’d played her body so expertly was all the proof she needed. Taking a deep breath, she fought the onslaught of dread coming on with the thought about how inadequate she must be in comparison to the woman he’d been with. Feelings she thought she’d buried two years ago when she’d moved away from her pack bubbled to the surface.

What if Alaric saw what everyone else in her old pack saw in her? A weak mongrel whose parents hadn’t cared enough about her to stick around. They’d abandoned her at such a young age she didn’t even remember them.

Alaric might view her as fine to warm his bed but in her heart she knew it would be a temporary arrangement. And she couldn’t stand by only to be pushed to the side once he found someone better. She knew that was what would ultimately happen. It would be torture to live in the same pack and watch him mate with someone else, knowing he hadn’t viewed her as good enough. Absently she rubbed the middle of her chest, hating the familiar ache of loneliness that began to spread.

Over the last couple years she’d made a decent amount of money so at least she could take care of herself. Living as a lone wolf with no pack protection would be hard but that’s basically what she’d been doing her whole life anyway. Even if she joined this new pack, being around Alaric would cloud her judgment. Clearly. She’d been ready to let him take her on the kitchen counter barely hours before. Not exactly smart thinking. She needed to get away from him.

Easing off the thick comforter , she cringed when the hardwood floor creaked beneath her feet. The next step she took was silent. So were the next and the next. The weight pressing on her chest lifted as she neared the door to her bedroom. Leaving with literally only the clothes on her back sucked, but she’d be able to go shopping soon enough. She just needed to find her wallet and passport and get out of there.

With a clammy hand, she turned the handle. She exhaled in relief when it opened soundlessly. Easing out of the room, she silently pulled it shut.

“Going somewhere?”

She stifled a scream at the deep voice behind her.

Swiveling around, she found Alaric sitting against the wall in the dimly lit hallway. His long legs were stretched out casually, but his gaze was sharp and knowing. She pressed a hand to her chest. Her heart pounded erratically. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“I asked you a question.” In a swift, fluid movement, he stood and towered over her.

The man could move fast. Her throat seized for a moment. “I was thirsty.”

“Don’t lie to me, she-wolf.” There was an edge to his voice that sent a shiver of alarm curling through her. His eyes smoldered in the muted light, reminding her that he was one hundred percent a predator.

She opened her mouth to lie again but he quickly silenced her with a finger over her lips. “For whatever reason you’re feeling insecure right now, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you lie to my face.”

Felicia hated that he could sense her unease. Especially since she was trying so hard to hide what she was feeling. “I’m not afraid of you,” she said against his finger. Nervously and out of instinct, she moistened her lips. When she did, her tongue flicked over him. His dark eyes flared with unbridled desire.

She shook her head when she realized he thought she meant it as an invitation, but he didn’t give her time to protest before his mouth covered hers.

His kiss was demanding and raw and made her toes curl. This is exactly what she’d been worried about. All he had to do was kiss her and coherent thought fled. She wanted to let him strip her bare and take everything she had to offer regardless of the consequences. Regardless of the fact that in the end she’d be the one who ended up hurt and alone.

There was just something about him that made her aware of herself in the most feminine way. She’d felt it after their first meeting years ago, but had chalked it up to him being her first crush.

The need and draw she felt to him was exhilarating and strong but also terrifying. She didn’t like the loss of control she experienced around him. Even so, her hands slid up his bare chest and her fingers dug into his shoulders. His muscles flexed under her touch.

As she savored the feel of all that strength under her fingertips his hands fisted tight around her hips and he hoisted her up against the wall.

Without pause she spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He growled low in his throat as their tongues intertwined and he pressed her against the wall with his hard body. His cock pressed insistently against her heat. They might have clothes on but she felt so exposed and open to him like this.

The way his tongue flicked and teased hers was almost frenzied. She could feel the intense energy rolling off him. It wrapped around her like a thick blanket, threatening to make her lose all common sense.

Somehow she tore her head back. Panting hard, she stared at him. In the dim light of the hallway everything about him seemed darker. Edgier. The heated look in his eyes was almost enough to make her lose what was left of her willpower.

But not quite. “We need to stop.”

“Why?” he growled.

Since she wasn’t going to admit all her insecurities she said, “Because we barely know each other.”

“My inner wolf knows all it needs to know about you,” he said softly.

Frowning, she started to ask what he meant but he continued. “I know your favorite color is purple and that you have a spine of steel for a shifter so young. Leaving the way you did a couple years ago took guts. I also know that you took a lot of risks while in Afghanistan. Risks you didn’t have to. Going into certain territories and refugee camps when even members of your organization wouldn’t.” There was an underlying note of respect in his voice.

Wondering how he knew that, her scowl deepened but he kept going. “It only took you two and a half years to earn your degree because of how hard you pushed yourself. I also know you hate coffee but love tea. You’re one of the most gifted healers I’ve ever met. It only makes sense you chose a field like nursing. You don’t seem to realize the gift you’ve been given or how much I need you, but you’re a very special wolf.” His voice dropped a notch and her toes actually curled as he said, “I also know that your eyes glitter and your cheeks turn the sweetest shade of pink as you come.”

When he stopped she could only stare at him for a moment. She understood how he knew some of the stuff, like the fact that she hated coffee. It had come up during one of their email conversations. Still, she was surprised he even remembered such an innocuous detail about her. But she didn’t know how he was aware of the times she’d gone into dangerous situations when none of her coworkers would. “How do you know all that?”

“I remember every email we’ve exchanged.” He shifted slightly against her, pressing his erection even harder against her spread legs.

Wetness instantly flooded her core at the not so subtle movement. She fought for control of herself. “Not that stuff.”

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Chad took a deep breath. "He dated women, sure."

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Yeah, I know. But this isn't something we should be talking about," Chad admitted.

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Again he refused to answer.

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"Is that a question?"

Seanna smirked. "Only if you know the answer."

Chad pulled her car into the drive, pressed the garage door button and waited for the door to lift. He parked and turned off the vehicle, before answering her. "Seanna, I'm not going to lie to you. Jefferson's an ass. When I found out he was getting married, I thought the same thing --- why? He never kept a woman more than a few months and even those he moved in he wasn't faithful too. Then I saw you and, well --- hell, I figured out real quick why he settled down."

She lifted a brow, laughed and opened her car door. "Yeah, the girl from the farm -- she's one hot fuck."

He could tell by the sound of her voice that she was only mocking him. He grumbled something inaudible before exiting the vehicle. Together they walked up the sidewalk, and across the back porch. Her keys were given back to her, and she thanked him. "Want to come in?" Seanna asked.

Chad's mind exploded into a thousand different scenarios. They ranged from pushing the little housewife against a wall to stripping her right there in the moonlight. Instead he took a deep breath and passed on her offer.

"Seanna," he said as he turned away, "Jefferson's an idiot. Are you going to be okay?"

She shook her head and closed the door behind her leaving him alone.

Seanna walked to the bathroom, removed her make-up and stared at her reflection. Her costume displayed her assets in a way that she had never seen them. Images of the two women her husband had chosen for the night assailed her, along with those of the women at the bar. All of them seemed to radiate the self-esteem she seemed to lack.

Timidly she ran her hands over her body, trying to feel what made her so unappealing to her spouse. Her breasts were round, full and rested high on her chest. Her stomach wasn't flat like the office girl's. She turned sideways and judged her body, questioning her value.

"Stop it."

Seanna spun around, squeaking at the interrupting voice.

"You're perfect," Chad said. "And you forgot to lock the door."

He stepped into the room, closing the distance between them. He held her gaze, while lifting his hand to caress her cheek. "Don't doubt yourself. Please."

Her throat moved as the lump that had formed there was forcefully swallowed. She blinked several times as tears threatened to spill. A soft sigh slipped past Chad's lips before he brought his mouth down onto hers.

Seanna leaned into the kiss. Her lips parting almost as if they belonged to another. Wet lashes rested on her blushing cheeks, while colors danced behind her closed eyes. Chad's hands moved up her arms, around her back and down to slide across her hips.

Pulling away he took a deep breath and stepped back. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

"No, it's okay," she whispered. "That was my plan," she admitted.

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Your plan?"

She nodded her head. "I left the house with every intention of having sex with someone other than my husband, after all he was doing it."

"Oh, I see."

Immediately she sensed the change in him. "But," she said, pulling at his arm when he moved to turn away, "I couldn't go through with it. I went to his work, waited outside and saw him coming out with some women. I figured he was heading home, but then I followed him to the bar. I couldn't bring myself to go inside, not until I saw the costume shop. I got dressed up, hoping to hide behind make-up and this get up ---," she motioned to her clothes, "it's very out of my element."

"It's a nice element."

She smiled softly. "When I looked at myself I saw me and was sure he would recognize me too, but he didn't. But you did -- why is that? I've been married to the man for five years."

Chad shrugged his shoulders. "I guess he never saw you," he sadly admitted. "Seanna, I'm going to head back to my house. You have my number if you need me and if Jefferson --- well, if you need me just call."

Seanna let him leave then. His words weighed heavy on her heart as she walked around her home. The pictures of her and her husband spoke of a happily-ever-after existence. The truth of it hit her, just as Jefferson walked into the kitchen. Her face paled when his footsteps landed solidly against the floor. Her gaze met his when he rounded the corner.

Still wearing her costume Seanna greeted her husband. His eyes grew wide in their sockets; his jaw fell open and whatever excuses he had prepared seemed to be lodged deep within his chest.

"Welcome home," Seanna whispered, before walking past him and into the night. She said nothing as she made her way across the yard, and down the path that would take her to her neighbor's home. He saw her coming, opened the door for her and closed it to the gaping mouth that belonged to Jefferson, who looked shocked and humiliated as he watched his wife walk through his neighbor's door.

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Montana Summer Ch. 01

This is a complete work of fiction, any resemblance to anyone alive, or dead, is completely coincidental. All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.

The morning sun coming through the window woke Ryan from his slumber. While the fog of sleep still enveloped him, he wondered where he was. As he awoke, he remembered he was in Montana at his uncle's ranch. Bill, and Suzanne weren't technically his uncle, and aunt. Bill and his dad were second cousins, but had grown up together following a tragic accident that had killed both his father's parents, and Bill's parents.

Ryan had jumped at the opportunity to spend the summer working on the ranch. He had only been here once before, and that was when he was six or seven. Occasionally, when his father had been in a reflective mood, he had reminisced about life growing up on a ranch. Those stories had always made Ryan yearn to come to Montana.

Several times over the years, Ryan had hopefully suggested the idea of coming to Montana for a vacation, but each time his mother had shot the idea down, preferring to travel abroad for their annual vacations.

Bill had picked him up at the bus stop in the wee hours of the morning, and brought him back to the ranch. By the time they had arrived, everyone was fast asleep, and Bill had put him in the spare room for the night. Ryan remembered lying there, trying to unwind from the trip.

He had fantasized about the girl that had gotten off the bus a few hours before him. She had been about his age, cute, and a body that made men drool. Occasionally he had been able to see her erect nipples popping through her thin blouse, and that had given him a huge erection.

As he lay there in the dark his erection returned, and his hand had slipped down to his cock and had begun to move up and down its length as he thought about the girl from the bus. The bed had begun to squeak a little as his hand picked up speed, and he hoped that no one could hear. He really needed to get off, but didn't want his relatives to think he was a wanking fool on his first night. It felt so good, his hand moving up and down his cock. He had felt his orgasm approaching, and had slowed down; he wanted the pleasure to last. When his orgasm came, it was very intense and was immensely satisfying. He had fallen into a deep sleep almost immediately afterwards.

He could hear sounds coming from downstairs; he glanced over at the clock, 6:00AM. He thought about rolling over and going back to sleep, but decided against it. Grabbing some clothes, he headed off to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

When he walked into the kitchen freshly showered, everyone was up, and sitting around the kitchen table. Suzanne jumped up from her chair and gave him a big hug, "Look at you! I think you've grown a couple of inches since the last time I saw you."

Ryan blushed, and hugged her back.

Bill and Jessica, or Jessi as she preferred to be called, were deeply immersed in a catalog. Jessi finally looked up and grinned, "Well looky here, middle of the day and you are finally out of bed."

Ryan grinned and sat down, "Yeah, yeah, let's pick on the city boy."

Uncle Bill looked up from the catalog, "We are going to put you out in the barn, we built a small apartment out there for the hired man. It'll give you some privacy. Your aunt and I have to run to town to get some parts, and some other stuff. Jessi is going to stay here and help you clean up your place in the barn."

It didn't escape Ryan's notice how Jessi had filled out. He guessed that she was about average in height, her light brown hair just touched her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes sparkled like the sun on a calm lake. She definitely had inherited her mother's figure. He thought she must have driven the boys wild in high school. He wondered how many guys had felt her up, and if she had gone all the way with any of them. A sudden stiffening in his jeans reminded him that he had better start thinking of something else.

"Anything we need to do while you are gone?" Ryan asked.

Bill shook his head. "Nope just get your new home in order, and then Jessi can show you around the place, and show you what we have going on."

Bill paused for a moment and looked at Jessi. "Take him up to the upper pasture, and make sure that little stream isn't blocked up again."

After Bill and Suzanne had left for town, Jessi gathered up a couple of mops, buckets, and all sorts of cleaning supplies and said, "Well let's get at it."

Ryan was happy with what he saw. The small living room connected directly with an equally small, but functional kitchen. The window in the bedroom looked out over corrals, and had a nice view of the mountains.

Ryan started on the kitchen while Jessi tackled the bathroom. It had taken all of the morning scrubbing and cleaning to get the small apartment cleaned up. About noon, they had the place looking respectable again.

"I like it." Ryan nodded his head and smiled at Jessi.

"I'm kind of jealous." Jessi put her hands on her hips and looked around. "I wouldn't mind living out here."

"It sure beats the dorm room I was living in."

Jessi gathered up the sheets and blankets from the bed, "I'll get some clean sheets and a couple of blankets and be right back."

Ryan looked over at the fridge, and groaned, he hadn't looked inside of it yet. He walked over and opened it, and was surprised to see that it was virtually empty, and spotless. Four bottles of beer were the only contents. The freezer was empty save a couple of empty ice cube trays.

Jessi returned with the fresh bedding, "Give me a hand making the bed."

As they were finishing with the bed Jessi stubbed her toe on something under the bed, she looked under the bed and fished a cardboard box from under the bed. She looked inside the box and grinned, "Hey, you're going to love this, something to make your lonely nights a little warmer."

Ryan gave her a quizzical look and then walked over and looked into the box. He felt his face redden as he saw it was full of porn magazines. He began to stammer something when Jessi laughed.

"Oh don't try to play innocent with me, I know you do it, I heard you last night."

Ryan reddened even more, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

Jessi laughed even harder, "Oh come on, I heard the bed springs squeaking in your room last night. Either you had a mystery girl in there last night, or you were playing with yourself."

Ryan's face was the color of a stop sign now, and he didn't know what to say. Although he didn't want to admit it, especially to Jessi, he was excited at what she had found, and couldn't wait to explore the contents of the box.

Jessi teased, "Well if you like, I can take it to the trash and burn it, that is if you don't want it."

Quickly shaking his head, "No, that's ok."

"I thought that might be your answer," grinned Jessi. She began pulling the magazines from the box. All of the magazines appeared to be hardcore porn with titles like, Girls Who Love to Suck, Girls Who Crave Big Cock, Cum Crazee, and Big Tits Meet Big Cocks.

Ryan picked up one of the magazines and began looking through it, the first series was a busty young brown-haired woman jacking, and sucking two well hung men. Ryan's cock was fully hard, straining at his jeans. He licked his lips as he drank in the images in the magazine.

Jessi had continued pulling the magazines from the box, "Oh look, he has some videos too."

She looked up when she got no response from Ryan; he was totally engrossed in the magazine he was looking at. She looked down at the swollen bulge in his jeans and grinned, "Hey city boy!"

Ryan looked up at Jessi, "What?"

She giggled, and pointed at his crotch, "Would you like me to leave for a bit, while you take care of business."

Blushing even harder, Ryan put the magazine down, and with a touch of sarcasm in his voice, "No, I think I can control myself."

Tearing her eyes from the bulge in his jeans she pointed to the box, "There's a bunch of videotapes in here, too."

A look at the videos showed titles similar to the magazines, Big Tit Bonanza, Oral Fest 2004, and Handjob Honeys.

Jessi giggled, "Well, these should keep you warm when the nights are chilly."

Ryan gulped, "Well, I suppose it's better than Murder She Wrote reruns."

Jessi was starting to feel a little flushed herself; there was nothing she would have loved more right now than watching one of the movies and teasing herself to orgasm. From the size of the bulge in Ryan's jeans he looked to have a decent sized cock, it had been all she could do to resist asking him to open his jeans. She wondered if he was circumcised. She would have loved to watch him stroke his organ to climax and watch his seed shooting in long white streams. Jessi had heard him masturbating last night, but what she didn't tell him was that she had played with herself while listening to him. She had heard him moan, and she knew exactly what that meant, he was cumming. Her orgasm had immediately followed. While he had fallen asleep immediately she lay, there for a while wondering what his cock looked like, what it would feel like in her hand, and mouth. She had been mildly ashamed of herself of thinking about her cousin in this way, and had tried to shake the thoughts from her head.

Jessi's thoughts returned to the present, and she found herself once again staring at the swollen bulge in Ryan's pants. He was too busy looking at the titles of the videos to notice where her eyes were glued.

She cleared her throat as she attempted to clear the carnal thoughts from her mind. "Well, if there is nothing else you need to do here now, we should head up to the upper pasture to check out the stream."

Ryan looked up and nodded. "Yeah, I guess we should."

Ryan began putting the magazines back into the box, there was nothing he would have loved more than sitting there stroking his cock looking at the magazines or the videos, but there would be plenty of time for that later on this evening. And it gave him something to look forward to.

After stashing the box back under the bed on Jessi's advice, they climbed into a battered pickup and headed out to the upper pasture. The road was a narrow and bumpy. To refer to it as a road was rather optimistic. It was more of a one-lane dirt trail. The old pickup bounced and shook as they drove along. Ryan sat in the passenger's seat; he would sneak peeks over at Jessi as she drove, her breasts jiggling delightfully with each bump. After about a half hour, the truck came to a stop, and Jessi motioned for him to get out.

They walked down to a small streambed where a mere trickle of water was flowing.

"Damn," Jessi said while looking upstream. "Must be jammed up again. We had a lot of snow this winter, and the run off has been heavy, it's cut away some of the banks up higher, and it's been hell keeping the stream open."

She turned and looked at Ryan. "We have to head on up higher, and I have a pretty good idea where the problem is. Jessi gave Ryan a smile. "Looks like you'll be earning your keep today."

Jessi was right. She had known precisely where the problem was. The heavy runoff had caused the stream to cut a new path. The bank had collapsed again, clogging it with dirt, and rocks.

Ryan had begun working with a pick, trying to clear a path while Jessi shoveled the mud, and small rocks away. He stopped working and peeled his shirt off. Even though the temperature was mild, the increased elevation made the work harder, and his t-shirt was almost soaked with sweat.

Jessi looked up and wiped the sweat from her face, "Guys are lucky, they can take their shirts off when they start getting hot."

Ryan looked over and grinned, and for the first time he sensed he had the advantage, "Well, no one's stopping you from taking your shirt off too."

Jessi was surprised at his response, her face reddened a little, "Yeah, well if I did, I wouldn't get any work out of you, and you would be too busy trying to stare at my boobs."

Ryan just grinned and got back to work.

About ten minutes later he heard Jessi mutter, "Fuck it."

He turned around, and she had removed her t-shirt, and was just wearing a grey sports bra. Her breasts were certainly nice sized, and he could see her nipples trying to poke their way through her bra.

She stuck her tongue out at him, "Don't get your hopes up buddy boy, this is as far as I'm goin'."

Ryan just grinned.

An hour later, they had the stream running freely once again. Jessi looked over at Ryan, "Good job," she looked down at her sweat-covered chest, "I need a shower."

Ryan laughed, "Me too, we had better drive back with the windows down, and our heads out the window."

Jessi had been impressed with Ryan. He definitely wasn't afraid of hard work, "I should apologize to you."

Ryan looked over, "For what?"

Her cheeks blushed slightly, "For teasing you about masturbating."

Ryan looked out the window, "Oh, okay."

"I mean, I shouldn't have teased you about it. It's a normal and healthy thing to do. I masturbate all the time too."

Ryan was surprised, although he knew girls did it too, Jessi was the first one to ever admit it. He laughed, "Well when I heard the bed squeak I should have known someone would have heard."

Jessi laughed, "Well I'm lucky my bed doesn't squeak, so no one knows when I'm uhmm, busy."

Again Ryan felt that he had the advantage, "So, are you─busy often?"

Jessi blushed, and just about drove off the road, "Well, uhm, often enough."

There was silence for a few minutes as they continued back to the house, then Jessi looked at Ryan. "So, have you done it with a girl."

He could have been coy and pretended not to know what she was asking, but he decided against it. "Yes, a few times." Few was precisely correct, three times, with three different girls.

"And you? Have you done it with a guy?" Ryan asked.

She shook her head, "Nope."

"Oh, still a virgin," Ryan teased.

Jessi grinned mischievously, "Well, certain parts, yes, and other parts no."

Ryan looked confused.

"Okay, since we are telling all, I've never gone all the way with a guy, but I have given a few hand jobs, and blowjobs."

Ryan was surprised, while he had intercourse, and had been on the receiving end of more than a few hand jobs, he had never had a girl finish him with her mouth. A few had sucked on him for a few minutes, but never long enough for him to finish.

Jessi grinned. "So do the city girls give good hand jobs, and blowjobs?"

Ryan laughed and looked out the window, his face turning a little red. "Well, the hand jobs have been good, but I've never had a blow job, well, all the way."

"Really? Why?" Jessi was surprised.

Ryan blushed even more, "Well, a few have put it in their mouth, but they said it made their mouth hurt, that I was too big."

Jessi thought about the bulge she had seen in his jeans earlier, before she realized what she was saying Jessi blurted out, "Jeeze almighty, how big are you?"

Turning his head and looking at Jessi, Ryan shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I dunno."

"I thought all guys measured themselves." Jessi giggled.

Ryan blushed. "No, really, the thought has never crossed my mind."

Jessi just shook her head. While she didn't have a whole lot of experience, she had only given head to four guys in her young life, and the few other cocks that she had held in her hand, she wouldn't have had any trouble taking them into her mouth if she had wanted to. She wondered how large his male organ was. The rest of the trip was finished quiet as the two of them were immersed in their private thoughts.

Ryan stared out the window, but his thoughts weren't on the passing scenery. He was imagining Jessi with a cock in her mouth, sucking it until it released its creamy load. He wondered what her mouth would feel like sucking him while he fondled her firm breasts.

When they arrived back at the house, Bill and Suzanne had returned from their trip to town.

Upon seeing their grimy appearance Uncle Bill commented, "It looks like the creek was blocked up again."

Jessi nodded. "Yeah, in the same place again."

"I'm going to call Frank and see if we can't borrow his backhoe for a day or two," Uncle Bill stated, "Well you two get cleaned up, Ma has supper goin'"

Ryan went to his apartment, stripped off his dirty clothes, and climbed into the shower. The hot water felt great on his body. As he lathered his body, he looked down at his semi-erect organ and thought about the treasure trove of porn under the bed. He might have enough time after his shower for a quick jack off session.

He heard a quick rap on the door, and then the sound of the door opening. "Hey city boy," Jessi's voice rang out, "I forgot to bring you some towels."

Her head peeked in the bathroom door as she tossed some towels in, "Hey you're not, uh, busy, are you?"

Ryan was about to tell her no, but changed his mind at the last moment. In a teasing voice, he replied, "Well, you can come on in and see if I'm busy or not."

Jessi was taken aback, she had been expecting a flat out denial, "Well, uhh, I might take you up on that offer, but..."

She stepped into the bathroom, and grabbed a hold of the shower curtain and quickly pulled it aside. She gasped when she looked at Ryan's partially erect cock, "Wow, it is big!"

Ryan had been surprised when she entered the bathroom, more surprised when she had opened the shower curtain, and down right shocked when she took his organ in her hand and began stroking it. It had only taken a couple pumps of her hand to get him to full erection.

Jessi was amazed at both the length, and the girth of his cock, it was definitely the largest one she had ever seen. As much as she hated to, she had to get back to the house. She released her grip, and her voice sounded slightly husky. "Hurry up, supper is almost ready." She paused, and she stared at his erection. "And save that for later."

As soon as Jessi had left Ryan climbed out of the shower, his cock still throbbing and pointing skyward. Her hand had felt so good on his cock, he wished she would have stayed and finished him off. He wondered what she had meant when she had told him to save it for later.

After getting dressed, Ryan walked over to the house. The aroma of roasted chicken greeted him as he entered the kitchen. The growling in his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten since breakfast.

Jessi grinned. "I'm glad to see that you weren't too busy to join us."

Ryan grinned. "I'm never too busy to eat."

Suzanne shot Jessi a quizzical look.

Jessi gave her mother a coy smile. "Just a joke, you know how you are always saying the city people are too busy to eat with their families."

Ryan suppressed a snicker while Suzanne responded, "Yes, that's the trouble with the world today, everyone is just too busy."

Jessi shot Ryan a sweet smile, and then winked at him.

Bill walked into the kitchen, and sat down. "Frank says we can have the backhoe on Thursday. We'll get that creek cleaned up and out of our hair for good, at least until next spring."

He looked over at Ryan, "Well, Ryan, and how was your first day?"

Ryan looked at Jessi, and then at Uncle Bill. "Pretty busy."

Uncle Bill nodded as he dished some potatoes onto his plate, "That's a good thing. We like to stay busy around here, don't we Jessi?"

Jessi smiled sweetly "Yup, dad, the busier the better."

Ryan just about choked on his iced tea.

Suzanne looked over at Ryan. "Are you okay?"

Ryan nodded and looked over at Jessi. "Oh yeah, just fine."

After supper was finished, Bill leaned back in his chair, "That was good ma, really good."

Ryan nodded in agreement, "Yes, I agree. Aunt Suzanne that was simply delicious."

Suzanne beamed in appreciation. "Thank you, Ryan. That was nice of you to say that."

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