#He looks so stylish without glasses too ahhh

[sterkeyra]

Whoaaa thank you so much!! He looks gorgeous!! Sorry for dragging you directly out of your comfort zone with the first request, but i like what you did with it 😆

Also i'm amazed how you managed to use the color palette of Tokyo Love Hustle! I directly recognized the artstyle 🤭 His hair shines gorgeously! Also omg he would be one hell of a colleague next to Kaga!

Would have been a funny dynamic because Harushige is like a mum and takes care of everyones wellbeing. But i bet he gets wild if his colleagues/family are threatened 👀 i'm still hoping we eventually get his route, because I liked him even more after reading Taros and Suzumus routes. He hides a lot✨

And omg you did both!! The shiny sparkly kabedon is a whole new level of Honeytrap threat 😆 Thank you!!!

Heyho Neeron, happy new year to you :D I hope the year will have a lot of good and fun stuff in store for us! About the art request thingy to get you back into shape - only if it's okay of course - I would be interested in Harushige Chikuma (Tokyo Love Hustle) in the instructors uniform of HLITF or MPD since we know he was an ex-cop before. It would be cool if he could hold someone at gunpoint or possibly against a wall 😂 Thank you for offering 🤭 It's also fine to turn it down since we don't know him much yet, it's just something that came to me on the spot haha

Happy New Year to you!!!!! 🥰❤️ I wish many good things will happen to you in all aspects of your life!

Thank you for the request! I tried making him in the HLITF uniform as I’m more used to it. I hope you’ll like it!

I really suck at drawing guns, so his pose looks very weird, I won’t lie 🤣 It was very good practice though, thank you thank you~

I made sure he did a kabedon to MC-chan 🫣

I really know nothing about Tokyo Love Hustle but he was the one that caught my eye the most with his design back then. He’s really so handsome 😩

[deonsx]

İnviting Them To Take A Shower Together

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai

Content: Nsfw

Dazai Osamu

It's not even that hard to get your lover's attention, but this time you wanted to try a different tactic, you left the door open and turned on the shower head, then continued to take a shower

You did this especially after your boyfriend got the quit message. you heard the sound of the key in the door under the water osamu's feet approached the door "Is this how you turn me on, belladonna"

You giggled at his voice as your back was turned but you didn't look at him as the footsteps approached the door closed and the click of a lock was heard, your lip curled as you heard the sound of dazai's clothes falling to the floor

The bathroom glass door opened and two hands curled up on your waist, touching your skin "This is therapy" snee's wet body kisses, You turned to him and pulled him to you with a deep kiss "You're inviting me to your shower for the first time, my love" he spoke with a grin he turned you around and put you on his lap you wrapped your legs around him "I wanted to reward you, osamu"

Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya was coming home late and tired these days, you thought the best thing to relieve his tiredness was you and prepared the stylish bathtub in your home, you put on nice clothes then you started waiting for your boyfriend when finally the bell rang and you opened the door to see his orange hair and those eyes that shine in the moonlight every night

With one hand hanging his jacket behind his back, his slightly messy hair still wearing his hat, "My love, you're finally home." You spoke to him in a sweet melody, "Have you been waiting for me all this time? I would have come sooner if I had known, my dear”

You didn't listen to what he said "I prepared a hot shower for you because you're tired..." you blushed slightly and averted your eyes as you told him "hm?" A faint sound came out of his mouth as he stared at you in disbelief. "Would you like to enjoy this together?" Finally you said what you want

When your boyfriend heard this, his eyes were smiling and he put his hat and jacket on the table "Have you been trying to say that all this time..cute" He pulled you to your waist and kissed you quickly took off your clothes with his hands "The night is just beginning, my love"

Ranpo Edogawa

Your boyfriend was lying on the bed with a donut in his mouth but you wanted him to take care of you. He told him he was tired no matter how hard you tried, so you decided to put on beautiful lace underwear and get the shower ready

You lean against the door of your bedroom in your clothes, slowly. "Are you available, my love?" You said it to him in a sweet and seductive voice. without looking at you, his eyes were closed and he was busy eating his dessert

"You wore all these beautiful things for me...then I have to give you your reward..." he quickly sat up and looked at you as he walked towards you, his hand touched your red underwear but you stopped him "It's not that simple my love" you pointed to the bathroom

"You're going to complicate this, huh?" the grin grew on his face "Looks like fun" You took your steps towards the bathroom and he accompanied you as soon as you entered he pinned you to the wall and played with the strap of your bra, laughing at your situation "It's going to be a long night, you're so impatient my love"

Fyodor Dostoyevski

It was a nice quiet day, you and fyodor went abroad for a business trip and you are currently staying at the hotel you filled the hotel jacuzzi with hot water and took off your clothes and slowly got used to the hot water

"Ahhh that's a really good feeling" you said while rubbing your hair lightly while in hot water, "watching you, feeling good too dear" you startled quickly with the voice and looked at your boyfriend standing in front of you "What are you going to stand there and just watch?" you smirked and pulled him in with your words

Your boyfriend, who is still wearing a dressing gown, unbuttoned it and came to you in the jacuzzi after asking questions, then he pulled you by the waist and sat you on his lap "The most beautiful view that could happen in the morning.." You felt his breath more on your wet neck

He looked at your beautiful skin and his white hands caressed every part of your body he kissed you His hands caressed your hips and it made you miss a few voices "Don't take away your beautiful voices from me dear I will need them for a long time"

Nikolai Gogol

You prepared to take a shower, locked the door behind you, took off your clothes, opened the glass door, entered and let the hot water work on your skin

You cleaned your body nicely and rubbed your head lightly along with the headache, suddenly a feeling came over you eyes..you felt eyes watching you "Little Pervert..” With your back turned, you spoke to the white-haired man who was already leaning against the wall and watching you, "Hmm, are you denying me such a beautiful blessing?"

"I can't believe you use your talent to spy on people, nikolai" you spoke without looking at him and rubbed your own hair "I never watch people I just use it to watch a goddess like you"

You chuckled and slowly turned towards him, his eyes narrowing and scrutinizing every part of his body, "You're just going to watch? Are you sure you don't want to come?"

Enjoy!

We are 200! Thank you for your interest, I take the time to write your requests

[saintheartwing]

Undertales of Friendship: Mettaton Makes A Date

"You're absolutely sure he'd do this kind of thing? I mean..."

"Father, I'm ABSOLUTELY sure."

Mettaton was more than JUST a television star, more than JUST a delightful and charming daytime radio host. No, when he wasn't doing that, he had his own boutique, just like he had his own shop in Ponyville, and on special occasions the big man himself would come into Canterlot to give certain lovely beauties the attention they deserved. The walls were a yellow shade, with regal, splendid ivory tiles beneath and a crystal chandelier hanging above, and a fountain with Mettaton's own body spraying out water in the center of it all, ponies talking to each other as they were waited on by his employees. One of whom, the secretary, walked towards them.

"You're here for your 10:00?" The blue-haired, black-furred stallion asked. His hooves were wrapped in what appeared to be linen bandages, as if he'd endured extensive burns or wounds on them, and he had a lovely-looking necklace with a Chariot wheel upon the silver crest he wore, his dark blue eyes gazing the two over as he politely bowed.

"Why yes, Shinedown. How nice of you to get dressed up in a CAPE." Rarity admitted, clasping her hooves together and smiling warmly at the Changeling-blooded Earth pony. Shinedown was a quarter Changeling, one of his parents a half-breed, and it gave him a deep black, slick sheen to his fur.

"Oh, Mettaton makes all his secretaries wear capes." Shinedown T. Mare remarked. "Not that I mind, actually. Black and red looks good on me." He added as he swept it back. "He insists it will improve morale and make us all look resplendent. Is it working?"

"I'd say so." Rarity said with a smile. "And is that cologne I smell on you?"

"Oh, well..." Shinedown nodded again and slightly blushed. "Also another little touch. The small things all add up." The half-blood intoned before he made his way into a doorway with a glass window at the front in the shape of Mettaton's face. And a few minutes later...

"Ta daaaaaaa!"

Mettaton strode out to greet them, Rarity's father nervously taking off his straw hat as the moustachioed stallion nodded politely at the star of the Underground. And Mettaton was quite...the sight. Distinctly human with flowing black hair carefully stroked in just the right way so as to sexily cover one side of his face, a slender yet mighty body showing off sleek mechanical muscles on a black and purple and pink-armored form. A line ran down one side of his face from his eye, representing a "segment" of his head which, in a pinch, could pop off so Mettaton could pull out some lipstick and facial cream, and of course, the dazzling hot pink pupils...

Yes, Mettaton was indeed a sight to behold.

"Dear Rarity, how good to see you!" He proclaimed, sweeping forward, shaking her hoof. "I've gotten the scented bath and candles all ready for you."

"Then the massage?"

"Without a doubt. My magic fingers can make anyone swoon." Mettaton said, flexing his fingers in the air, as he stuck his tongue out slightly. "And ohhhhh myyyyy. What have we here?" He asked, looking Rarity's father over as the Earth pony visibly blushed, Mettaton shaking his hoof as well. "You must be the stallion who played Magnum, the Pony Investigator. I've seen all of your episodes, good sir, after your daughter sent them to me. A musical murder mystery show...QUITE enthralling if I do say so myself! And you have quite the pipes on you!"

"Ahh, yes. I do. And I was quite the looker in my day." Hondo remarked sheepishly, giving Mettaton a nod.

"You still ARE. And you, good sir, will FEEL like one once more when I'm done with you." Mettaton promised, Rarity giving her father a big hug, purple mane bouncing a bit before she headed into a nearby golden-rimmed doorway, waving goodbye as Shinedown led her to the bath chambers. Mettaton led Hondo into another nearby doorway, where a large barber's chair laid, complete with resplendant royal red cushions, and shelves stuffed with the most delightul scents, shaving creams and other tools of a stylish's trade. "Now please, tell me the occasion! You wouldn't have asked to come with your daughter unless it was something VERY special. I doubt a mere trim is what you want."

"Well..." Hondo sighed wistfully, Mettaton's suave voice beginning to charm him over as he glanced to the side before thinking of his wife and smiling wistfully. Ahhh...his widdle Cookie. "It's my wife and I's anniversary tomorrow. And I wanna look my best for her." He said, as his wife's image flashed before his eyes, and he found himself beginning to softly sing as he put a hoof upon his chest.

"You see sir a man infatuated with love, her ardent and eager slave!

So fetch me the pomade and pumice stone, and lend me a more seductive tone,

a sprinkling, perhaps, of nice cologne, but first sir, I think..."

He rubbed over his chin, and gave a smile.

"A shaaaaaave."

"The closest I ever gaaaave." Mettaton agreed, helping Hondo into the chair as he began to cheerily whistle.

"You're in quite the merry mood, Mettaton." Hondo admitted as Mettaton put some shaving cream upon the stallion's face in just the right places after draping a cover over the pony to keep anything from dripping down.

"Tis your delight sir, catching fire from one man to the next!"

"How good that love can still inspire a man to sing like heavenly choirs, what more than Love could man require?"

"More than love, sir?"

"What's that?"

"Women!"

"Ah, yes, women..."

"Pretty women..." Mettaton sighed wistfully, clapping his hands, one of them shifting into his arm before becoming a swiss-army-knife of contraptions that shifted from a can opener to a frying pan to, at last...a shaving razor as he carefully began to trim the little hairs that were threatening to become a beard on Hondo, soon moving on to a careful trim of the moustache before it was time to take care of the mane.

"Pretty women...fascinating...sipping coffee...laaaaughing! Pretty women...are a wonder...pretty women!"

"Sitting in the window or standing on the staaaair! Something in them...chiiiiills the aaaaaaair!"

"Have you ever met a special someone?" Hondo inquired.

At this, just as he was snipping at the pony's mane, Mettaton flinched a bit, the scissor-hand he now trembling slightly as a realization sadly sank in. No. No, he hadn't, except for maybe...

"There was something of a time when I thought maybe..." Mettaton began to quietly murmur. "...but that was a long time ago. She has a girlfriend now."

"Ahh. Guys don't do no more for her, huh?" Hondo admitted with a sigh. "Who is it?"

"Undyne."

"Oh. OH!" Hondo's eyes widened in surprise at this as Mettaton got back to clipping his hair. "Her? Wow. Isn't she currently head of Asgore's Royal Guard? She must have hundreds of men who'd want to go out with her."

"Oh, they would, and when they heard the news she was taken, it was indeed devastating, I can tell you." Mettaton remarked with a wry smile, thinking back to when they'd exited the Underground and Alphys and Undyne's first public date, the two sitting happily across from each other in the sunlight on a park bench...

Undyne suddenly noticing very, VERY dejected-looking monsters mournfully gazing at her from across the way.

"Wait, you and...her?" Aaron the Mer-Horse asked, the muscular-armed man stunned by what he was seeing grasping his head in surprise, mouth agape. "But she's got no muscles!"

"Wow, this IS a shock." A stunned bunny monster remarked as he scratched his head, blinking in surprise as Lesser Dog, one of the Royal Guardsman, mournfully groaned, other monsters sighing sadly in regret as they hung their heads, dejected.

"Noooo." Lesser Dog murmured.

"Sorry, guys. I'm taken." Undyne said with a smirk.

"Well this sucks!" Aaron groaned, he and the others all nodding in agreement, their frustrations clear as day.

"Well I never thought it'd end like this...just because I got no tits!"

"I'll shave my legs!" Bunny Boy begged, lifting up a pant leg.

"I'll wear a bra!" Aaron offered.

"I'd even cut my penis off for you!" Lesser Dog proclaimed.

"Ohhh, that's so sweeeeet." Undyne admitted as she gave them a nod before shaking her head. "But no, guys. Sorry."

Alphys, of course, could not stop smiling.

"I know how she felt. I've had the "Great and Powerful Trixie" coming on to me for quite some time, ever since I came to your world." Mettaton sighed as he shook his head back and forth. "She's talented indeed but...SOOOO full of herself. I wish someone would knock her off her high horse."

He grinned. "Pun intended."

"She's been that bad, huh?"

"Standing outside my window, playing guitar, launching fireworks..." Mettaton went on as he kept a snip-snip-snipping Hondo's hair. "it was impressive until one WENT RIGHT THROUGH MY WINDOW. And there went the bedsheets. And NOT in the way I wanted!"

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Mettaton, Rarity knew someone WAS interested in him in that special way. And so as Shinedown lit up some more candles for her in the deep blue bath room, bubbles bouncing about the surface of the water, she cleared her throat.

"How long have you been trying to get his attention?"

Shinedown slightly stiffened. "Um...whatever do you mean?"

"I've BEEN to his store in Ponyville. He has a secretary there too. And they don't wear a cape. Nor do they wear cologne that just so HAPPENS to be Mettaton's favorite brand that he's always wearing for special occasions when he goes to say hi to us in Ponyville." Rarity remarked. "And if that wasn't enough, I could tell from how you talked about him...you're smitten."

"Yeah, well...it wouldn't be the first time the mecretary got the guy. Oh. Wait. It would." Shinedown sighed mournfully as he shook his head back and forth, Rarity easing herself into the bath as she frowned a little.

"You're too hard on yourself, darling. Being a male secretary isn't anything to be ashamed of. We all have to pay the bills. Just because you're one it doesn't mean Mettaton would never like you!"

"My sister Trixie said it was a stupid idea to go for Mettaton. That someone like me wouldn't be able to get him to notice me. That I should play it safe. Besides, not a lot of ponies like..." He cringed. "INKBLOODS like me." He grumbled. "I was amazed Mettaton HIRED me. Nowhere else in Canterlot would take me, I've been bounced out of job after job."

"Trixie T. Lulamooon just doesn't know what she's talking about. As usual." Rarity sighed. "Now I want you to go to him and tell him how you FEEL. Just be HONEST."

"I'll try." Shinedown said, heading out the doorway, his heart aflutter, ready to march into that door, look Mettaton in the eye and-

Uhoh.

"Well, well! Hey there, brother." Trixie said with a little mischievous grin, sitting on the fountain's edge. "I'm here for my 10:15 appointment."

"...you used a fake name just to show up and surprise me at my workplace?" Shinedown quietly asked as Trixie sniffed the air.

"And you're using HIS cologne? You really think you can get him to like you?" Trixie inquired, waving a faint blue hoof in the air before flipping her light blue hair about, Shinedown sighing as he escorted his sister to a nearby chair for her massage. "He's a show biz personality. He would want someone with pizzazz, razzle dazzle. You're just not out there enough. You don't have the theatricality I do. You're not...FAMOUS enough for him to be attracted to you."

"I could get him to go on a date with me before YOU!" Shinedown insisted, now feeling an edge of anger creeping into his voice.

"Oh? Care to bet on it?" Trixie asked, extending a hoof. "You win, you get to have my new, fancy, improved wagon. But if I win, I get to use you in my next stage act for ANY MAGIC TRICK I WANT."

A pause, but then Shinedown took the hoof and shook.

"It's a BET." He insisted, heading off for Mettaton's personal styling room, Hondo walking past him as Mettaton followed after, taking notice of Shinedown.

"Oh! You're looking nice today." Mettaton admitted politely. "And you're smelling nice too."

"Thanks, I actually kinda wanted to talk to you about some-"

"In a minute, deary, I've got customers to cater to. Ta ta for now!" Mettaton said, leaving him behind as Shinedown sighed, Trixie's sniggering echoing not too far away as an Earth pony massaged her calf muscles. How was this going to work?

...

...

...

..."I'll! Be! There! For! You!"

"I wish you'd do the OPPOSITE." Mettaton muttered as he slammed the door to his boutique shut, ignoring Trixie's guitar playing as he clasped his hands over his heads and flopped into a chair, sighing. "WHY does she not go away? It's like she's obsessed with me. I mean..." He put a hand on his chest. "Who WOULDN'T be obsessed with me? But still..."

Shinedown saw his chance. He was the only employee left in the building. Approaching Mettaton, he nervously cleared his throat. "Um...Mettaton?"

Mettaton turned his head. "Yes?"

"Just be honest. Just be honest."

"Uh...you know, I really appreciate you giving me a job here and...you've always been incredibly CONSIDERATE and...what I'm trying to say is..." Shinedown began to say before he flinched, hearing Trixie had gotten out the SPARKLERS and the roman candles outside.

"Awaken, sweet pea, to the morn! And to my love! So crisp! So warm!" She proclaimed.

"Look." Shinedown said, sighing. "I made a bet with my sister Trixie that I'd go out with you first, before she did. And if I win I'm gonna blow up her wagon right in front of her and make her watch."

Mettaton was quiet for a moment. Then...

"Darling!" Trixie proclaimed, sliding through the doors of the boutique, hooves holding up sparklers as magic letters spelled out "Go Out With Me" over her head as she beamed...

Only to see Mettaton had scooped Shinedown up in his arms and the two were grinning stupidly at her. "Oh. Trixie. Your brother and I were just about to get a nice brunch together."

And POOF. The sparklers shut off, Trixie's mouth gaping as the letters above her faded to grey and fizzled out, Mettaton and Shinedown making their way past her. Well. This had been easy!

Or at least, so Shinedown thought.

...

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...

..."Heh-heh-heh. Whaddya think?" Shinedown asked Rarity as he showed off HIS new wagon, gesturing at it with a hoof, Rarity sighing as she bit into her lip. "I'm going to paint it dark blue to match my eyes."

"You didn't tell him the truth, did you?" Rarity quietly said. It was not a question. It was an accusation, and Shinedown flinched as she looked into his eyes.

"It all worked out in the end, so what's the problem?" The Earth Pony asked the Unicorn as he shrugged a little, walking across the parking lot just outside of Mettaton's boutique to pat the wagon on its side.

"The problem is you weren't honest. I understand telling a little white lie to not break someone's heart. Sometimes people need to do that, despite what Applejack might think. Things like..." Rarity waved a hoof in the air. "Oh, I'm SUUURE she'll grow into that jacket! Oh, THANK you for the sweater, Aunt Gertrude, it's JUST what I wanted, you shouldn't have. You REALLY shouldn't have." She muttered, trailing off and glowering slightly.

"I get it, I get it. But it's fine. I'm okay with this." Shinedown muttered, waving a dismissive hoof in the air. "I'll find another time to tell Mettaton how I feel."

"Oh, well he's coming this way now to open up the boutique." Rarity remarked, turning her head as Mettaton strode along the sidewalk, humming and singing a little to himself as he had some headphones on, eyes closed as the sun reflecting nicely off his abs. Ohhh. Those abs.

"Well you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man! No time to talk!"

"Ohcrapcrapcrap-uh...I...um..."

Shinedown then did something very stupid, quickly shoving the wagon behind the boutique, then racing to the front door to wait for Mettaton as Rarity stood in shocked silence. "So! Did Trixie give you the wagon?"

"Um...n-no, actually, she...she said she wanted proof. She wanted to see us go on an actual date. Tonight, at eight. That way she'd KNOW we're doing it." Shinedown said quickly, throwing up his arms in a shrug. "Ahh, family. Whatcha gonna do?"

"I know how you feel." Mettaton sighed. "My cousin, Napstablook, could get kind of like that. Only he's more passive-aggressive than aggressive-aggressive like your sister is."

"Wait, Napst-" Shinedown blinked slightly. "Then...is your name not really "Mettaton"?" He found himself asking. "Is it a "Blook"?"

"Well, yes. It's Hapstablook, but, uh...don't tell anyone." Mettaton admitted, putting a hand on his chest. "I kind of chose this new name when I got my new form you see before you." He intoned, feeling over his chest and grinning in delight. "I was reborn, as it were. A new me! My old name's deeply personal, not just for anyone to know."

"I understand. So, um...tonight at eight? The nice new "Canterlot Cusine" place they opened up?" Shinedown offered.

"Absolutely. But come, come, we've customers to prepare for!" Mettaton insisted, opening up the doors to the boutique, Rarity slowly shaking her head back and forth as Shinedown walked inside after Mettaton, sighing in disappointment.

And so, sure enough, at the end of the day the two were sitting at a table with light blue blankets over it, romantic candles lit as Mettaton talked a mile a minute about his family and growing up as a ghost, Shinedown listening all the while as he munched on a breadstick, head bobbing in agreement.

"You would not believe how...how intensely amazing it felt, having a new body. Then again, you're part Changeling." Mettaton admitted with a nod of his head. "So perhaps you might."

"It isn't easy, being a...y'know." Shinedown sighed. "An "inkblood"." He mumbled. "A lot of ponies still don't like Changelings because of what Queen Chrysalis did not too long ago. Not even having a truce with her kinda eases up on that distrust."

"Can you yourself change color? Appearance?" Mettaton asked as Shinedown cleared his throat.

"Well, I can melt into the shadows if I concentrate. But what I'm most good at...is voices, darling." He said, giving Mettaton a grin and pulling off a perfect imitation of the humanoid robot as Mettaton gasped in surprise.

"Oh my! That's simply amazing! Why did you not tell me that you could imitate voices so perfectly?"

A slight shrug. "You never asked." The Earth pony admitted. "I mean, it's not as useful as full changing of your body, it's mostly just a party trick."

"Well, I think it's very impressive. Can you really do anyone?"

"If I've heard their voice before." Shinedown said, clearing his throat. "Like, for example, Princess Luna, who's voice is MOST regal and impressive when she so desireth!" He proclaimed, waving a hoof in the air before resting his head on his hooves and blinking his eyes, switching his voice again. "Or me, Rarity! The belle of the ball. I bring aaaall the boys to my yard with my charm and wit." Then he flexed his arms, huffing a bit. "Or ME! Iron Bull! With a body so hot, you could EAT OFF IT! HOO!"

"I could think of a few things you and I could do with a voice like that." Mettaton chuckled a bit, a waiter coming by to pour them another glass of wine. And as the night went on, their laughter echoed out through the night as they made their way down the sidewalk...

Running into Trixie, who frowned at the two.

"Oh. Look who it is." She muttered. "I was in such a good mood, JUST came back from a nice play to get my mind off things, and here you two are. Enjoying my wagon with your honey bunch?" She asked Shinedown, waving a hoof in the air as Shinedown flinched, Mettaton frowning a bit at him.

"Wait, didn't you say you wanted to see us on a real date before you gave him your wagon?"

"OH! MY! GOODNESS. You TRICKED him onto a date with you!?" Trixie laughed, hooves flying to her mouth, giggling madly as Shinedown hung his head, Trixie wiping a tear from her eye as she smirked. "That is just too good, I can't...oh, I wish I could have SEX with this moment, it's so beautiful! And I'll be taking my wagon key back. And you will be showing up in my magic act tomorrow. You better hope your cape is waterproof. Not cuz there's a chance of rain. I'm bringing a giant hose and launching you out of it over a tank of sharks."

Shinedown reached into his belt pouch, tossing the wagon key to Trixie as she caught it with a snigger and trotted off down the sidewalk, grinning in delight as Mettaton held his face in one hand, sighing as his voice got low.

"You have really...really disappointed me." He muttered, taking off across the street before Shinedown's voice called out, halting him in place on the dimly-lit marble-paved road.

"You're the only employer that didn't treat me like a THING."

Mettaton stopped, slowly turning around, blinking in surprise. "What?"

"Every other employer got me fired every time something bad went wrong just because I was a changeling. And most of the other employees hated me or distrusted me because of what I was. I would always be blamed because everyone EXPECTS changelings to be lying, manipulating emotion suckers. So I'd go from job to job, bottling everything up, just being miserable." Shinedown quietly murmured, head hung low. "And you were the first employer who didn't see a Changeling when you looked at me. You just saw ME. And this morning was the first and only time I've ever lied to you. And it was just because I wanted to go out with you. I kinda always have because of everything you've done for me. Because you see me as a person. Not just one of "them"."

Mettaton brushed some of his hair back, and now Shinedown could see both pink eyes gazing back as Mettaton shrugged a little and smiled. "You know what? It's...it's alright. Truth be told, I've done much, MUCH worse to the people I cared about. And actually, I..." A blush. "I actually kind of had a lot of fun tonight. See you tomorrow, Shinedown. Take care of yourself."

"You too..." Shinedown said softly, Mettaton striding down the sidewalk as he rubbed the back of his neck and smiled a little.

"...Hapstablook."

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Festival of Love AU Part 1

Chapter 1 - Thursday morning

Lucas was desperate. It would be a long weekend and it was hot outside. He didn’t want to pack too much. The bag should be as light as possible, at least they had to get everything by walking to their campsite.

He stood in front of his open wardrobe and stared at his clothes for almost 15 minutes. Why did he have so many clothes? He had already put his trousers out. Three shorts that he had already changed once. It was hard. He knew he wouldn’t come to shower much, but also that his clothes were probably dirty by the end of the weekend, depending on how much they escalated.

Arthur had come up with the idea that they could all go to a festival together. The guys had been thrilled and through Basile the girls had also heard about the plan and were immediately thrilled. And now they went with almost twenty people to a music festival. They were already shopping. Many many beer cans had landed in the car, two pavilions were bought, tents, canned food and actually hardly anything healthy. Let’s see what the girls would bring. The smoker’s heart was also taken care of. And everything else they could buy on the spot in a small shop in the area.

But what the hell was Lucas supposed to take with him in clothes? Was it really important to him what he was wearing? He just wanted to spend a nice weekend with his friends. He didn’t know half the people. A few older boys came along, friends of Emma’s boyfriend and a few mates of Arthur, but they didn’t really have much to do with them.

Annoyed, he threw the trousers back into the cupboard and grabbed two older ones, which were allowed to get dirty easily. He did the same with the T-shirts, simply reaching into the bottom of the stack and pulling out the first three shirts. He was planning to buy a T-shirt st the festival anyway. And of course the swimming shorts had to be there. Arthur had enthusiastically reported that there would be a lake where you could swim and the weather would be really bombastic.

He stuffed everything in his bag with the rest of his stuff and sat next to it. He was to be picked up in half an hour. With the car it was not three hours to the campground. They had been distributed to the cars, because not all of them had a driver’s license yet. They had divided by districts and Lucas was supposed to ride with Alex, at least someone he knew.

The groceries had already been split between the cars and cool bags. Everyone had to carry his package.

He grabbed his sunglasses and stepped out of his room, ready to start the weekend.

“Ahhh, let me look at you,” Mika shouted from the kitchen as he heard Luca’s room door and hurried into the hall. He stopped in amazement. “Lucas! You’re going to a festival! You really want to wear that,” he asked with his eyebrow raised.

Lucas looked down at himself. He was wearing short jeans and a dark blue T-shirt. “What’s wrong with my outfit” he asked hesitantly.

“Nothing” was Mika’s simple answer. “It simply is not right. Where are the colours? The lust for life and music? Why is my dear friend so sad?” and without waiting for another word, Mika reached for Luca’s bag, fished out his clothes and disappeared into his room. Lucas stayed bewildered. What had just happened? Why couldn’t he dress the way he was comfortable? Why did one have to show off? Rolling his eyes, he went after Mika and when he entered the room, a yellow tank top flew towards him, “Try this on, it should actually fit, but trying goes over studying”.

Lucas looked at the shirt in horror. “I’m not putting that on!”

“Now don’t act like that or should I help you undress? No problem,” he turned to him and Lucas gave in. “All right, but just because I try this on, I won’t take it with me.” “That’s only fair. I just want to see how it looks on you.”

“Happy?” Lucas wasn’t feeling great. At most he wore such tops for sports, but Mika shone at him. “Oh my God! You look… well really Lucas, you look hot! I didn’t even know you had muscles in your upper arms” he shouted laughing and pinched Lucas in his biceps. “And the shirt fits so well to your pants. Please do us both the favor and take it with you and put it on!” Beaten Lucas let his head hang. “All right, I’ll take it with me, but I can’t promise I’ll wear it.” A ray spread over Mica’s face. “Perfect. And you take this with you, too,” and he handed Lucas a dark blue shirt with a rainbow flag on it. “Really Mika? Are you serious?” “Hey, the flag stands for so much! Joy of life, tolerance, peace and of course it serves as a good identification mark,” and he winked at Lucas. “Apropos,” he went to his bedside table and rummaged through it. With an even bigger grin he came back and stuffed a handful of condoms in Lucas’ bag, “just in case.” he sad with a huge grin on his face. “Mika, I’m not planning on doing anything on the weekend and when should I use all these condoms at all? We are only there until Monday morning!” He inevitably had to laugh.

“You never know what’s waiting for you or who’s expecting you there.” Was Mika’s simple reply.

Lucas took the T-shirt from his hand and stuffed it into his bag with the yellow shirt he tried on. He put on his own shirt again and was happy to feel the safe, comfortable fabric and colour on his body. “And now it’s enough! I don’t want to attract too much attention!

"Just one more! Please, please, please” Mika begged with dog eyes. “What is it?” Lucas wanted to sound more annoyed than he actually did. Seeing Mika in such a good mood was just too contagious. Mika stood in front of his chest of drawers and with a “Tadaaaaaaa!” he turned around and held up mirrored sunglasses in the shape of a heart. “Wow,” Lucas was missing the words. “Take it and wear it with pride!”, Mika solemnly handed him the glasses and Lucas had to confess, the glasses looked very cool after all.

“Okay, this one is great,” Lucas admitted and Mika’s smile didn’t fit into his face anymore.

Lucas hadn’t paid any attention to the time anymore and got a little jumpy when the door opened and Manon came in and revealed that Alex was there to pick them up.

“Ohhh, you two, I wish you a lot of fun! Manon, watch out for my little butterfly and Lucas, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” and with a wink he pushed them out the door, “We’ll see you guys on Monday!”

Laughing and a little excited, they went down the stairs. Emma and Alex stood outside and waited. Kisses here, kisses there and Alex took the bags off and stowed them expertly in the trunk.

“Manon, Lucas, you have to squeeze a little in the back seat, decide who wants to sit in the middle,” Emma sat relaxed in the passenger seat and started playing the music until she found a song she liked.

Both Lucas and Manon looked into the car. On the back seat sat a tall young man, his hair tousled and yet stylish. He had his head leaned against the window and his eyes closed. How could he sleep with the music?

“May I introduce Eliott. He fell asleep as soon as we started. I’d like to have such peace and quiet,” they heard Alex say from the trunk.

Manon looked at Lucas. “I’m sitting in the middle, you probably want to get some sleep or have a look at the landscape,” she grinned at him.

Sure. He had shouldered his neck pillow, let her slide into the middle and then made himself comfortable next to her. It was tight and warm on the back seat, and he looked enviously forward, where Emma was stretching on the front seat.

The ride dragged on like rubber. Emma had considered to play the music of the less or not at all known artists, which were going to perform at the festival, during the drive so that one wouldn’t miss any jewel. And damn, there were weird sounds. A couple of bands sounded pretty good and for others Lucas didn’t understand that someone actually paid money to see or hear them.

The country roared past them. Lucas enjoyed the view. Like the calm before the storm he absorbed the environment, lost himself in the green of the meadows and trees, in the blue of the lakes and rivers they passed and let the light of the sun shine on his face. He closed his eyes and in front of his inner eye the sunspots danced up and down and he had to smile. He was about to lean back and make himself comfortable with his neck pillow, when a quiet strange sound interrupted the silence of the car, which had settled over everyone after about half the distance, only the music could still be heard.

“Alex, can you turn the music up a little bit? I love this band!” Eliott had apparently recovered.

Alex grinned in the rear view mirror and turned up the music. Next to Lucas he felt Manon moving and suddenly he heard it. Eliott really had to be a fan of this band. Curious, Lucas turned his head to the side to convince himself that he had not misheard. Watching Eliott sitting happily in his seat, slightly bent forward, his head rocking to the music and gesticulating with his hands, singing along, Lucas had to grin. It came as a surprise and the whole car was suddenly charged with energy. Manon and Emma also started bobbing slightly in time and joined in the refrain and soon the car was filled with crooked sounds and cheerfulness.

And Lucas? Lucas bounced his foot slightly, he was unable to do more. He couldn’t take his eyes off Eliott as he sat there beaming, his eyes closed and living the music he apparently really loved. Fascinated, he stared at him, watching his hair swaying with every movement, his hands painting imaginary images in the air as he moved them to the music. But Lucas kept looking back at that face. Eliott looked so peaceful, so absolutely alive in that moment, and every time the sun grazed his face, it was as if he was shining, but perhaps it was his general smile that made him shine.

After the song was over, Eliott came to rest again, still smiling, he opened his eyes and looked around, and his gaze remained with Lucas, who was still staring at him, and even though that was hardly possible, Eliott began to smile even more than before and grey eyes met blue eyes and Lucas knew he was lost.

Suddenly it darkened around Lucas. Manon leaned slightly forward and stretched out her hand to Eliott. “Hello. I’m Manon. It’s nice that you’re with us now, the ride seems to be getting pretty lively after all.”

Eliott laughed briefly, then took her hand and while he greeted Manon and introduced himself, he leaned a little forward to catch Luca’s gaze: “Nice to meet you. I’m Eliott.” And there it was again. That radiant smile that made the sun look dark in comparison and that made Lucas feel slightly dizzy.

With a light smile on his lips, Lucas nodded to Eliott and turned his face back to the window. He wasn’t able to withstand that look any longer. It was as if Eliott were looking directly into his soul and recognized his deepest desires, hopes and fears.

Manon was already chattering happily and Eliott was distracted and devoted his attention to Manon, but he let his gaze wander to Lucas from time to time. Lucas stared out of the window, but hardly noticed the landscape. He was too busy not looking at Eliott all the time. He felt the other person’s gaze on him. Curious eyes that briefly watched him before concentrating on Manon again. Lucas took advantage of these moments and watched from the corner of his eye as Eliott sat gesticulating and told Manon about some band.

He was so full of energy and enthusiasm and Lucas had to smile automatically.

Yes, he was definitely lost.

[paigehahs]

love, insecurities, and the one

felt SO lonely and stranded in the club tonight.

my friends were coupling up with guys. dancing with them. dancing near them. making out with them. and i was just t h e r e. by myself.

a my friend’s friend came up to me and told me she liked my outfit and that i looked so stylish and any guy deserves me and what she was saying to me felt honest and sweet in the moment.

but since it hasn’t happened, i felt so disconnected from what she was saying.

i keep on showing up at events like this and being social and being open to new people, but it seems like i’m never The One.

it’s sometimes hard being the Tall Girl With Glasses because boys typically want a Short Girl Without Glasses.

i often feel hidden behind my glasses sometimes. like guys don’t see me first, they see my glasses.

glasses are often perceived as a symbol of intelligence, but in the dating world, like appearance wise, i don’t think many guys are attracted to girls who wear glasses, i don’t know... i’ve always kinda felt this way about my visual impairment... like... i NEED my glasses to see, but it really affects how i see my self and how guys see me. maybe there are guys out there who like girls who wear glasses, but i just haven’t found them yet.

whatever.

and while i was at the club tonight, lol The Club, i scanned the room and i thought to myself, “okay, she’s been in a relationship. she’s kissed multiple guys. she’s dated more than one guy. she’s dancing with a guy. she probably kissed her boyfriend.”

frick.

i want to feel connected to the opposite sex for once and for it to work. i want to be pursued and wanted and loved and admired for my mind and heart and spirit and beliefs and values and creativity and not just my body. i want to like someone and i want him to like me back. i want to love someone and i want him to love me back. i want to t r u l y get to k n o w him and understand his heart and pick at his brain and know his soul before we have our first kiss. and when we do share our first kiss together, i want it to be private and confidential and intimate and sweet and soft. and not just some fleeting moment on some random dance floor. i want to feel it on my lips and i want it to flow to my toes. i just want to love and be loved. but i know it’s not the right time for me and that hurts me so m u c h. because i live for being connected to people and listening and helping and consoling and just being a cheerleader in people’s lives. and to not have that? empty. lost. unwanted. inadequate. ugly. unimportant. friend zone. just some girl. never the one, just the one someone talks to when they want advice on how to talk to the one when you want them to be the one.

maybe there’s something wrong with me? is it my personality? my appearance? am i too tall for you? sorry i’m too y’all for you, i literally can’t change that... unless you want me to chop my legs off and become an average woman. is it how i speak? do you not like the cadence or my inflection? or am i being too gesticulative? sorry i do that a lot. i just like talking with my hands because it adds additional emotions okay. or is it my teeth? i hate my teeth. i’ve wanted braces since junior high/high school but it never happened. and i think that’s what makes me unattractive. like paige yes you’re pretty, you posess everything i’m looking for in a partner, but your teeth are messed up. i k n o w. and i have to battle this visual and physical insecurity every day okay. i try to not think about it, but when i give presentations or when i’m talking to a guy i like, that’s all i’m thinking about. i just want to have a d u l t teeth. yeah. my biggest insecurity. never the whole package. i’m probably 99.9% to most guys so that’s why i always get left in the corner.

and shoot.

what if the type of guy i’m attracted to is never attracted to me? like what if the guy i’ve fantasized about dating for the past 4+ years isn’t or won’t ever be attracted to me? that scares me so much and so o f t e n. because I love guys who look like models and have defined jawlines and have big arms/muscles and are tall and have dark hair and light eyes and kinda look like christian bale and jake gyllenhall and paul jason klein and have little freckles here and there and have light eyes or brown eyes and maybe curly hair or tan skin and veiny hands and have eye catching, scattered tattoos. but what if The One Person I End Up Loving Doesn’t Love Me Back? like what if The Perfect Man For Me Doesn’t Like Me Back? ughhh. ahhh.

i just have this picture of who i want to marry in my head and he is so H O T. wow.

there’s this guy i’ve been watching on youtube. he’s a pastor at a church. and ohhh man. he’s s o f i n e. and he’s way older than be, but dang. physical appearance: there. beliefs: there. voice: there. (okay can we talk about voices??? i l o v e guys voices. and ge kinda sounds like matthew mcconaughey, which doesn’t hurt.) but yeah, when i began watching him, i was like. T h a t. That Is The Type Of Man I Want. he’s just so intelligent (from what i’ve watched) and he’s so loving. and he l i s t e n s.

yeah, wow. this text post was very unexpected, but here i am.

hahaha. bye now.

i love myself, but it wouldn’t hurt to be loved once in a while.

[nasanch88-blog]

My mother introduced me to her boyfriend, Trey, for the first time when I was 18 years old. It was the beginning of my senior year in high school and I was pretty innocent in many ways. Even though I had started to date by that time and even had tried sex once or twice, I was a pretty naïve teenager. Mom and I had been alone since my father died when I was 9 and since then, she hadn’t dated much. Actually, I don’t remember her dating at all until Trey came along. I’m certain that she grieved for my dad for way too long, which explains my extreme happiness when my mom came home from work one day and informed me that she had met a new man. I remember that day vividly because I was always concerned that my mom would be alone for the rest of her life. Now, I should explain that my mom wasn’t ugly or a bitch or anything. In fact, she was (and still is) quite beautiful and nice, and many younger men asked out my mom during this time, not realizing that she was already in her mid-30’s. The fact that she frequently exercised in order to maintain her cute body helped attract a fair amount of men. And her long, wavy, golden blonde hair, large breasts, flat stomach, and flawless complexion probably worked to her advantage as well (characteristics I am proud to say I inherited, although I am a bit shorter than her at 5’4”). I remember occasionally, some people thinking my mom was my older sister, which, of course, always made my mom’s day. Anyway, my mom had been fixed up with Trey, a (cough) used car salesman, by one of her married friends. I remember thinking what a curious match for her- a used car salesman. Since my mom is a lawyer, I always figured someone with more education would be most ideal for her. Anyway, my mom and Trey had already gone out on a few dates and she wanted me to meet him that next Saturday night. Mom seemed quite excited about Trey and I was anxious to meet him. Perhaps our blind optimism contributed to the chaos that followed. I’m not sure. But I can say that our lives were never the same after Trey entered our lives. *** Saturday night finally arrived and it was refreshing to see my Mom all made up for her date. She kept asking me for make-up and clothing advice and for once, I felt like the parent in our relationship. By the time Trey rang the doorbell, I can honestly say that my mom looked hot. I was sitting in the living room, watching television when I heard my mom open the front door and greet Trey. “You look fantastic, Linda!” a loud, masculine voice came from the hallway. “Thank-you,” I heard my mom answer. “Come… I want you to meet my daughter.” I could tell from the way she spoke that she was embarrassed by his compliment. My mom subsequently led Trey into the living room. A handsome man, Trey stood about 6’2”, with short, dark hair, brown eyes, olive complexion, and a muscular build. With his thick, dark mustache, he sort of resembled Tom Selleck, I thought. He looked about 40 years old and was dressed casually, yet stylish. “Trey, I would like you to meet my daughter, Jessica,” my mom announced proudly. Trey smiled and looked directly into my eyes. He reached out for my hand and I accepted it. “Well, it is quite a pleasure to meet you, Jessica. I feel as if I know you already from what your mom has told me.” Trey shook my hand firmly and seemed to hold it a couple seconds too long. “Yeah…It’s nice to meet you, too.” I said timidly. I broke eye contact with Trey after it became a bit uncomfortable. I then looked at my mom and asked, “So where are you guys going tonight?” My mom turned to Trey, “Dinner at Gibsons, right?” “Yep, I made reservations for 8 o’clock sharp.” My mom glanced down at her watch and then back at me, “Ok, then. We better get going. There’s money on the counter to order a pizza later, if you want.” “Thanks, mom,” I answered. “Ok, we’re going then. I love you, Sweety,” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Love you, too, Mom. Have a good time!” I looked up at Trey who was still gazing at me. I thought I caught him checking out my boobs, but I managed to blurt out, “It was nice to meet you.” “Likewise, Jessica. It was very nice to meet you! I’ll see you later,” Trey announced as he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. This startled me somewhat since I had just met the man, however, I just went with the flow and reciprocated. He smelled like a combination of cigarettes and Polo cologne. To this day, I am repulsed by that cologne. With that, they both left for their date. *** The rest of the evening I thought about Mom and Trey. He seemed nice enough and definitely handsome. I could definitely see why my Mom was attracted to him. However, something about him made me feel uncomfortable. Trey oozed confidence, almost too much. And was he really checking me out?? I was used to boys checking me out at school but not an adult like Trey. By the time I stripped down to my panties and “New Kids On The Block” T-shirt (my usual sleep attire), I decided that my concerns were unwarranted. After all, I just met him and first impressions are often wrong. I was sure that I was being over-protective of my mother. I eventually fell asleep, content with the possibility that my mom had found a nice guy. *** I awoke later that night to a strange noise coming from within the house. Lying there in my bed with my eyes still closed, I waited to hear the noise again. And then it came. Faintly, at first, but then becoming louder. “Ah… Ahh… Ahhh … Ahhh…. Yesss!” came my mom’s muffled voice, each utterance followed by a creak from her queen-sized bed in the next room. “Ahhh…Ahhh …Ahhh… Ahhh…Ahhh...Ahhh…Ahhh…Ahhh…” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and didn’t know whether to laugh or to be COMPLETELY DISGUSTED. I refused to open my eyes as I realized that my mom was getting laid in the next room! Pulling the covers over my head, I tried to fall back asleep. But my mom’s groaning continued and, to my amazement, became even louder. Doesn’t she know I can hear her? “Ahhh… Ahhh... Ahhh…. Yesss… Oh, Christ, Trey… Ahhh… Ahhh... Ahhh!!!” They kept at it for another 20 minutes before I became thirsty and figured I could make a quick dash for a glass of water before my mom and Trey were finished screwing. I cautiously tip-toed out of bed and down to the kitchen. After sipping my water, I started to make my way back to my bedroom when I heard my mom’s door creak open. Panicking and not wanting my mom to think that I had heard what was going on, I swiftly ducked into the utility closet in the hallway next to her bedroom. I barely closed the door before someone came out of the bedroom. My heart was pounding through my chest and I prayed to God that my Mom wouldn’t catch me. How utterly embarrassing that would be! Through the slits in the door, I could see Trey’s form come out of the bedroom, wrapped in my mom’s bedspread. He slowly made his way into the bathroom across the hall and turned on the light. I was surprised that I could see directly into the bathroom from my vantage point! Along with his hair sticking up, I noticed a shiny layer of sweat on his face and upper body. He obviously had been working hard in there. Without closing the door, Trey let the bedspread fall to one side and began peeing. I made an audible gasp as his penis came into my view. This caused Trey to turn his head suddenly in my direction looking for the source of the noise. I tried not to breathe or move as he peered into the hallway for a couple of seconds before bringing his attention back to the task at hand. His penis seemed enormous! I was mesmerized and I could not take my eyes off it. The only other penis I had ever seen in the flesh was my boyfriend’s, Shawn, and his was way smaller than Treys! I began to feel that “tingling” sensation in my pussy and I felt myself becoming wet as Trey continued peeing. Trying to fight the sensation, I quickly realized it was a lost cause. I could see his dick from the side and even though it was flaccid, it had to have measured at least 4 or 5 inches and I don’t know how thick. His balls were large, too, surrounded by a thick forest of black, curly hair. It reminded me of Health class earlier that year when we had studied sex education. When question time came, the class smartass had asked the Health teacher about the average penis size to the amusement of everyone else. Trying to maintain order and to keep the discussion relatively serious, the teacher answered that most research suggested that the average penis length was 5-6 inches when erect. Trey’s was obviously a lot bigger than average! I brought my fingers to my crotch and could feel that I was soaked now. I gave myself a little rub in order to provide some relief. Trey seemed to piss forever, but he finally finished up after giving it a couple of final shakes. As he bent over to retrieve the bed sheet, his hairy, muscular ass was exposed briefly before he covered up and turned off the bathroom light. Walking back through the hallway into my mom’s bedroom, I could have sworn that I saw Trey briefly turn toward the utility closet and smile. But it was dark with all the lights off, and my eyes were re-adjusting, so I could have been mistaken. I waited five minutes before scurrying back into my bed, making sure to change my panties first. It took another half hour before I was able to fall asleep. *** Over the next several weeks, my Mom saw quite a bit of Trey both on the weekends and during the week. He always stayed the night and I was consistently treated to sounds of my mother getting relentlessly plowed by him. It became so commonplace that I learned to sleep through it. My mom would insist that Trey leave very early in the morning before I awoke because “I don’t want Jessica to know that we are sleeping together, yet.” (I heard her say this to Trey through the bedroom wall on multiple occasions, unbeknownst to her). During this time, I typically saw Trey when he watched TV with us or when he picked up my mom for a date. He continued his penetrating stares at me, which, in itself, wasn’t too big of a deal. What became a problem is how “touchy-feely” he became around me. It started out with innocent kisses on the cheek, followed by long hugs, and eventually inappropriate touching. By inappropriate touching I mean stroking my hair, grabbing my hand or arm, and even patting my behind sometimes. Trey always did it very subtly and usually when my mom was not in the room. Since I was young, I really didn’t know how to respond to it and my Mom was obviously on cloud nine with this guy so I certainly didn’t want to say anything to screw-up her relationship. I decided I could handle it for the sake of my mom’s happiness. *** One Saturday night, I heard my Mom and Trey come in real late. They were real loud and I could tell they had been drinking a lot. My Mom actually sounded worse than Trey (she could never handle her alcohol very well) as she was slurring her words loudly and stumbling around. Things became quiet pretty quick and I wondered if they had fallen asleep. I rose from my bed and peeked out my bedroom door which I always kept slightly cracked. I peered out just in time to see Trey carrying my passed-out mom into her bedroom. Someone’s not getting any action tonight, I laughed to myself as I slid back into bed and eventually fell asleep. I’m not sure how much time had passed before I was awoken later that night by another noise. Lying in silence, I waited to hear the noise again. As usual, I was sleeping on my stomach and was too tired to turn over to investigate. Several seconds later, I heard the noise again. Absolute PANIC swept through my body as I realized that someone was in my bedroom! I was paralyzed with fear as I heard a person kneel next to me. My mind started to race. I was certain it wasn’t my Mom since she always made every effort to respect my privacy and would have certainly knocked on my door to wake me before entering. Plus, considering how drunk I saw her earlier, I knew she’d be passed out. When the strong combination of cigarettes and Polo cologne hit my nostrils, a feeling of terror arose from the pit of my stomach. I realized that it could only be one person- my mom’s boyfriend, Trey. I don’t know how much time passed (maybe a minute or so?) as I pretended to be fast asleep- heavy, rhythmic breathing and all. What in God’s name is he doing in here? I could “sense” him staring at me which was quite unnerving. It was almost as if he was deciding what he wanted to do. Eventually, I could feel my comforter and bed sheet methodically being pulled off my bed and from my body. He took his time with this task and appeared to be taking every precaution not to wake me. I could feel the adrenaline being pumped into my bloodstream but I was way too scared to react in any proactive way. I felt weak and powerless. Trey finally pulled off the last bit of covers and there I was dressed solely in my “New Kids On The Block” T-shirt and yellow, cotton panties. I felt extremely vulnerable and was hoping it was all a bad dream. All of a sudden, my butt felt cool and I realized that Trey had pulled up my T-shirt. I next felt warm fingers slide inside my panties and over my butt. He was stroking my butt cheeks and lower back in a gentle, circular fashion with his fingers. I cringed as I thought of this old, perverted man touching my body. If I wouldn’t have been so scared, I think I would have cried. Soon, I felt a second hand move in under my panties as he continued to massage my ass. Goose bumps started to form on my bottom and lower back and I was shocked to realize that his touches felt sort of pleasant. Trey eventually moved his fingers down into my butt crack. I bit my lip as one hand gently pulled one butt check to the side while the other delicately rubbed the area around my anus with a finger. My breathing became more rapid. He seemed to be making little circles around my anus. On one hand, I was kind of disgusted, yet the fact of the matter was that he was starting to make me very wet no matter how much I tried to ignore it. I was confused by this reaction of my body. His hand subsequently slid down into the area between my anus and my pussy which he manipulated for a while. Without realizing it, I parted my legs ever so slightly. I was praying that Trey didn’t notice how my body was responding. Suddenly and without warning, his other hand moved down also, moved my panties aside, and started rubbing my pussy firmly. Trey seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he carefully caressed my clit and lips. If he was surprised by the excited state of my cunt, he didn’t act like it. Electrical shocks went through my body as one hand stroked my clit while the other fingered my pussy. I was losing track of time. Trey continued to expertly finger-fuck me for a few more minutes, while he manipulated my clit with his other hand. As he thrusted with his fingers, I eventually found myself slightly thrusting back with my ass. I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t thinking about anything at this point except the pleasure. It is amazing to me how I was able to keep quiet through it all. Just then, a loud thump came from my mom’s bedroom. This must have frightened Trey for he quickly pulled away and exited my bedroom. I subsequently heard the faint squeak of my bedroom door closing behind Trey. In stunned disbelief, I turned over, pulled down my t-shirt, and finally opened my eyes. I crawled along my bed to find the covers but stopped when I felt a damp spot on the bed. I had really made a mess of the sheets. I cleaned myself off with a spare pillowcase and then laid a clean pillowcase over the wet spot. Sliding back into bed, I pulled the covers up to my neck. I didn’t know what to think, feel, or do. What just happened was a disaster! I just wanted to sleep. Suddenly, in one quick motion, I threw off the covers, scurried to my bedroom door, and locked it. I returned to my bed feeling a little more secure, but knowing deep down that everything had changed. *** By the time I awoke the next morning, Trey was gone as usual and my mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. I went downstairs into the kitchen even though I wasn’t very hungry. “Good morning, Sweety,” my mom greeted me as she cooked some eggs on the stove. She looked like hell. Obviously hung over, her hair was a tangled mess, her face was pale, and her eyes were bloodshot. I sat down at the table and asked lethargically, “Hungover, mom?” My mom turned around quickly, “Is it THAT obvious, Jessie?” “Yes.” “Well, I guess I have to start watching how much I drink. I don’t want Trey to think I’m a lush!” my mom chuckled. “Like he should talk,” I whispered sarcastically under my breath. “What, Sweety?” my mom asked. “Nothing, mom. I just said I think I’ll go for a walk.” “Oh, you don’t want any eggs?” “No thanks,” I rose from the table and left. *** I was still in shock two days later as I contemplated what had happened to me. To make matters worse, Trey was coming over to watch a movie with us later that night after work; the first time I would see him since “the night”. Briefly, I considered telling my mom about what had happened. The guy was obviously a pervert and my mom needed to know. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it for several reasons. First, I was way too scared- what if she didn’t believe me? I just knew that Trey would deny it ever happened and I certainly couldn’t prove it. It was simply his word against mine and I was horrified to put my mom through that. Second, it would absolutely wreck the first successful relationship that my mom had been in since Dad passed away. She had not been this happy in years and it would be a shame to ruin it for her. Finally, something that probably bothered me more than anything was that I was ashamed by the way my body had responded to him. It was like I couldn’t control my reactions. Did I encourage it in some way? It seemed pretty stupid to accuse someone of molesting you if you actually enjoyed it! How could I be disgusted by someone on one hand but turned on by him on the other hand?? Maybe I’m going crazy, I thought. In the end, I decided to act as if nothing had happened and to avoid him. Trey never knew that I was awake that night, so he doesn’t know that I know what he did. And what is the chance that he will try it again? In fact, Trey very well could have been very drunk (like my mom) that night and didn’t realize what he was doing. I rationalized that it could have been a terrible mistake. As long as I stayed away from him and locked my bedroom door at night, there should be no more problems in the future. Unfortunately, this is the type of naive thinking that only an 18 year old girl would believe. *** Trey came by as expected later that night. As he noticed me on the love seat in the living room, a shit-eating grin appeared on his face. I did my best not to make eye contact with him. “Hi Jessica!” he announced in a confident tone of voice as he walked over in front of me. “Hi,” I answered flatly stretching my head around him to see the TV. “Do you mind? I’m trying to watch the movie!” My mom spoke up from the couch, “Jessie, rewind the movie so Trey can watch it from the beginning. I’m going to get Trey a drink. I’ll be right back.” Trey sat down on the couch after giving my mom a kiss on the cheek in passing. As usual, he just stared at me as the tape rewound. He took a quick look back at the kitchen and then spoke to me in a hushed tone, “Jessica… I know you were awake Saturday night.” My stomach jumped. “What are you talking about?” I answered staring blanking at the TV. “C’mon, Jessica. I know you enjoyed what I did to you and I’m going to do a lot more to you.” I slowly turned my head toward Trey in disgust. He was smiling from ear to ear. What a cocky bastard, I thought. The nerve of him, talking to me that way with my mom, his girlfriend, in the next room. “How dare you talk to me that way!” I felt the blood rushing to my face. “You know my mother happens to be in the next room!” “You won’t tell your mom, Jessica,” Trey interrupted. “You know why?” I looked away from him. But Trey continued anyway, “Because you would have done so by now! You know as well as I that it’s too late. Besides, do you really think your mom would believe you over me?” Just then my mom walked back into the room with the drink. She sat down next to Trey on the couch and snuggled up to him. “Ok, Sweety, let’s play the movie.” Throughout the rest of the evening, Trey made knowing glances at me while I tried to ignore him. But he was right, I wouldn’t tell my mom or anyone for that matter. Like anyone would believe me anyway… *** After that night, I did everything in my power to avoid Trey as much as I could. I hated that bastard. When he would stop by, I always made it a point to be in my bedroom or out at a friend’s house. I started to lock my bedroom door at all times, even when Trey wasn’t there. I figured the longer I stayed away from him, the better chance he would leave me alone. For sure, he would give up, eventually. But I couldn’t avoid him all the time especially when he would stop by unexpectedly. And during those times, he was drawn to me like a magnet and would always go out of his way to greet me with a kiss on the cheek and sometimes a squeeze on the ass when my mom wasn’t looking. One time, I happened to walk by him in the hallway when he was on his way to the bathroom and he “accidentally” rubbed up against me with an obvious fat, hard-on sliding across my body. I literally pushed him away, which he really seemed to enjoy. “You’re such an ass!” I scolded him. He just laughed at me and replied, “Can I help what you do to me?” And there are plenty of other examples I could mention detailing his harassment. I honestly felt hunted by him, and I expended a lot of energy just trying to stay away from the guy in my own home. Looking back during this time, it is amazing to me that my mom was so unaware. Trey was certainly a sneaky son-of-a-bitch and he definitely had mom eating out of his hand. *** Soon after, my best friend, Riana, was over at my house to complete a school project with me. We were sitting at the kitchen table when my mom walked in with Trey. “Hi, guys! Whatcha doin’?” my mom asked, walking in with a bag full of groceries. “Hi. We’re just finishing up that project for World History,” I responded, careful to not look up from my schoolwork in order to avoid eye contact with “you-know-who”. “Hi, Ms. Novak,” my friend answered. My mom suddenly turned to Trey, “Oh… Riana, have you ever met my boyfriend, Trey?” “No,” she replied. “Well, then. Riana this is Trey.” My mom loved to show him off. What a prize. Trey approached Riana and extended his hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Riana. Between you and Jessica here, I’m sure you have all the boys at your school begging for dates!” It was obvious that Trey was flirting with her and of course, my naive mother was blind to it all. Riana accepted his hand but looked slightly embarrassed by the comment. “Ah… thank-you,” she replied with a smirk on her face. My mom interjected, “And what are you two doing tonight?” I spoke up. “I’d like to go over to Riana’s house to swim in her pool, if that’s alright.” Riana’s family had this really cool in-ground swimming pool and consequently, her house was quite a popular place in the neighborhood to hang out. “Sure, Sweety. Just be home by midnight.” “Ok, mom. We’d better get going,” I motioned to Riana. “I’m just going to pack my swimsuit and then we’ll go. Riana, come help me.” We stood up and managed to walk by Trey without any contact. Miracles never cease! As I closed my bedroom door, Riana flopped herself on my bed and exclaimed, “Wow! Your mom’s boyfriend is HOT!” I looked at her dumbfounded, “You really think so?” “Hell yes! I would do him in a heartbeat! He looks like Magnum P.I.!” she said staring at the ceiling. “Well, he may be good-looking but he is an asshole,” I announced. “My mom deserves much better than him.” Riana laughed, “C’mon Jessica…did you see the body on him?? AAUUUHHGGHH,” she groaned into my pillow that she now held over her face. “Whatever!” I said lifting my bag while rolling my eyes. “Let’s get out of here before you have an orgasm on my bed!” Riana’s house was only a couple of blocks from mine so we were there in a couple of minutes. What my mom didn’t know was that Riana’s parents were away for the weekend and Riana had taken the liberty of inviting our boyfriends over. The two boys, John and Shawn, were also seniors at our school. John was Riana’s boyfriend and it was common knowledge at our school that they screw all the time. Shawn was John’s best friend and we had been dating for about 4 months. He had just moved to our school that year and was a real cutie. He was a typical mid-1980’s hard rock guy and often wore concert t-shirts such as “Motley Crue, Dokken, Scorpions”, etc. Shawn only stood about 5’8”, with a slender, yet athletic build. He had longer, blonde hair, which was styled similar to how the tennis pro, Andre Agassi, had his hair back in the day. He was really the opposite of me in many ways since I was always the preppy, nice-girl. Shawn had taken my virginity a month prior and since then, we had done it one other time. To be honest, sex with Shawn was pretty disappointing. I remember that he used to cum really fast which frustrated the hell out of me. Anyway, we arrived at Riana’s house and made some dinner before the guys showed up a little later. As they entered, I could see that John had something in a brown paper bag. A little later, over the sounds of the Aerosmith album, “Permanent Vacation” coming from Riana’s mini-stereo, John took out a bottle of Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum and asked, “Got any coca-cola?? Let’s have a drink!” I wasn’t much of a drinker at that point in my life, however, I was somewhat tired of my “prudish” image at school and wanted to be more like Riana (who was a known “bad” girl). While she grabbed a two-liter bottle of coke from the refrigerator, I made small talk with the guys. Shawn was definitely giving me a lot of attention and I knew he would probably try to get sex from me later. Especially since I didn’t give it up to him a couple weeks before when I was on my period. The four of us proceeded to get pretty drunk that night, intensified by drinking games such as “asshole” and “quarters”. Later in the evening, Riana rose from her seat and suggested that we go swimming. Even though it was dark outside, Riana’s pool had lights set up in and around the pool. She and I went up to her room to change into our bikinis and the guys used the bathroom. By the time we came out, we could already hear Shawn and John splashing around in the pool. We walked out to the backyard each wrapped in a towel. “C’mon, girls. The water feels great!” John exclaimed. We ditched the towels to obnoxious whistles and catcalls from the guys. I wore my yellow bikini, which accented my large breasts, flat stomach, and toned ass quite well. Years of playing soccer had really paid off. Although Riana was more petite than I was, her red bikini was no slouch either. It was a good color considering her features, namely her tanned skin, dark eyes, and long, brown hair. Riana could be described pretty much as your classic Latina beauty. We dove in. Riana swam right up to John in the deep end and started horsing around with him. I decided to hang out in the shallow end. Shawn eventually swam up to me and said, “Are you bored, Jessica?” I sat down on the bottom stair that led out of the pool with only my chest and head sticking out of the water. “No…no,” I smiled, “I’m just kind of buzzed from the drinks is all.” This was the truth since I felt quite light-headed and spacey. The drinks had been very strong. But also I was thinking about Trey and what to do about that situation. I was honestly tired of ducking him on a near-daily basis. Maybe I should just let him fuck me to get it over with, I thought, completely oblivious to Shawn who was now standing right in front of me. It would almost be worth it just so he’d leave me alone. All of a sudden it became real quiet and when I looked over Shawn’s shoulder, I could see that John and Riana were in a passionate embrace. They’ll probably end up doing it right in the pool, I thought. Shawn took a quick look over his shoulder and acknowledged our friends’ behavior with a quick laugh. That was all the encouragement he needed. Shawn leaned down and kissed me hard. He then parted my lips with his tongue and expertly stroked the interior of my mouth while occasionally sucking lightly on my tongue. The attention was having an affect on my body as my pussy became wet and my nipples erect. Shawn’s hands were now massaging my back as we continued to make out. I became concerned about Riana and looked up just in time to see her and John exit the pool and enter the house. I could see Riana’s breasts hanging in the breeze. I could feel Shawn’s dick get erect as he rubbed up against me. He was definitely ready for it. My hand went down to his crotch and I started to rub his hard-on. I decided that wasn’t enough and my hand disappeared down his swim trunks, taking a hold of his cock. It was small, maybe 5 inches when erect and pretty skinny. Shawn eventually maneuvered himself between my legs. He pulled off his swim trunks and his tool was now rubbing up against my crotch in a rhythmic fashion. Now, I was definitely ready. “Ohhh, yes,” I gasped as Shawn left my lips and started sucking on my neck. He stayed there for a while, feasting on both sides until he started to wander south. Fumbling around, Shawn pulled down my bikini top and attacked my breasts. All sorts of slurping noises came from his mouth as he devoured them, somewhat awkwardly. I must say, though, that he really seemed to enjoy them. And that, in itself, was a turn-on. “Ohhh,” I groaned. “Oh, God, Jessica. I LOVE your tits,” Shawn whispered at one point. “You have the hottest body in the school!” That was almost enough to make me orgasm right then and there. Not that I believed it much, but I knew I could definitely compete with any girl at my school, even the older ones. Shawn eventually let his hands fall to my ass, which I allowed. He would gently squeeze it before pressing my body closer to him. That’s when I had a flashback of Trey playing with my asshole that one night. How I wished Shawn would tease me the same way but I knew that was NOT going to happen. As Shawn started to untie my bikini bottoms, I decided that I wanted to have sex with him right there in the pool. Now that we were both completely naked, Shawn sat down on a step and pulled me toward him. I mounted myself over his hard penis and gently fell upon it. It went in quite easily and I was starting to feel great. Just as I started to buck faster, I was horrified to here Shawn gasp, “Auggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh” followed by the sensation of “squirting” inside me. And just like that, it was over. Shawn pulled me off of him and looked very content. I was quite frustrated as I put my bikini back on and climbed out of the pool. “That was awesome, Jessica!” Shawn commented from the middle of the shallow end, apparently oblivious to my feelings. “Great, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” I said sarcastically while toweling myself off. I considered letting it drop, but I couldn’t resist. “Shawn?” I asked. “Yes.” “Do you ALWAYS cum that fast?” I asked with a cold stare. Shawn appeared confused by the question. He waited a few seconds, perhaps to choose his words carefully or maybe because he didn’t know what to say. “Um...well…no. Not all the time,” he answered. I looked away and sighed loudly. He doesn’t have a clue, I thought. I stood up abruptly, “Well, I have to get going. I’m supposed to be home by 12.” I gave Shawn a quick kiss on the cheek and walked back into the house. Walking upstairs to look for Riana, I approached her bedroom. Her door was open and I peered inside. Riana was in her bed, butt-naked on here hands and knees, while John was fucking her from behind. The radio was playing loudly in the background, which seemed to drown out any noise they were making. Riana met each of John’s thrusts with a thrust of her own and I was amazed by the intensity of their lovemaking. Sexually frustrated, I decided to take a quick shower before letting myself out. It appeared that Riana was going to be preoccupied for a while anyway. Must be nice, I thought. *** As I approached my house, I could see that all the lights were off which meant that my mom had gone to sleep. Unfortunately, Trey’s car was still in the driveway. I sighed as I wondered what else could possibly go wrong this night. I unlocked the front door and quietly entered my house. My hair was still wet from my shower, and I was still dressed in my bikini and beach towel. The living room was almost pitch black when I entered and I waited a second for my eyes to adjust to the dark before proceeding to the kitchen. The rum was still having an effect on me as I discarded the towel and placed it over a chair. I poured myself a glass of iced tea and stared out the kitchen window, alone with my thoughts. Just then, I heard a noise behind me. I turned and saw a silhouette of a person standing in the kitchen doorway. “Who’s there?” I whispered, praying it wasn’t Trey. The figure walked toward me slowly and finally stepped into the moonlight penetrating the room from the kitchen window. I took a step back. It was Trey with that cocky grin on his face. He stopped about 2 yards in front of me and I could see he was dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers. My eyes were naturally drawn to the bulge between his legs, but I caught myself and looked away. As usual, he smelled of cigarettes and Polo cologne. I didn’t know what to say. I felt extremely vulnerable dressed only in my bikini. I crossed my arms to shield my exposed breasts as if that would offer me some kind of protection. I blurted out, “What are you doing up?” before turning back around and staring outside. “I got up to see how your pool party went,” Trey replied sarcastically. I didn’t bother to turn around, “It went fine. You can go back to bed now.” “Was your little boyfriend there?” he asked with a laugh. He was directly behind me now and his face was right next to my right ear. Trey had me trapped up against the kitchen sink and he knew it. I could feel him brush up against me. He was rock hard, as usual. “No. Of course not. And what do you care anyway?” Trey laughed at my terse response, but then asked, “Jessica, have you been drinking?” “No!” I said as I quickly tried to slip by him without even turning. And that is when he made his move. In one quick motion, he grabbed me by the hips and spun me around to face him. “I think you have, Jessica. You’ve been a very bad girl tonight! So why stop now?” Suddenly, Trey forcefully kissed me on the lips. He was all over me and I couldn’t escape from his embrace. I tried to resist by turning my head but Trey pulled it back toward him, roughly. His moustache felt strange against my face as he shoved his tongue inside my mouth, effectively muffling my protests. I tried to kick and hit him but all my efforts were in vain for he was way too strong. Trey subsequently picked me up as if I was a child and sat me down on the countertop. He appeared to have a specific plan in mind as he went to work on my body. Trey forced my legs apart and began rubbing his groin against mine. I gasped as I felt the sheer weigh and volume of his meat against my private area. It felt different, but in a good way. Before long, it started to feel good. I couldn’t help it; my crotch became drenched quickly, as usual. It was at that point that I pretty much surrendered. I literally gave up. The fact was that I was tired of fighting Trey off and he had worn down my resistance. Besides, it started to feel too good. Maybe the alcohol had something to do with it, also, or maybe it my boyfriend’s fault for not knowing how to screw. Whatever the reason, I suddenly changed strategies abruptly and started to kiss Trey back as he explored me with his gigantic hands. Surprising even myself, I threw my arms around his shoulders and clasped my legs around Trey’s waist, wanting to get as close to him as possible. Trey paused for a moment, almost confused by my apparent cooperation. However, when he realized I was willingly participating, he went right back to work. I was past the point of no return now. I was turned on in ways that I had never been before. While I hated Trey passionately, I needed him to have sex with me that night. Trey pulled down the top of my bikini, and groped and squeezed my ample breasts, as he continued to French-kiss me deeply. He also continued to dry hump me right there on the countertop. All this stimulation at one time was driving me crazy. At one point, I pulled away suddenly and whispered, “Wait! Not here!” Trey gave me a nod, understanding that we needed more privacy. I led him by the hand, quietly, past my mom’s bedroom and into mine. As I closed and locked my bedroom door, Trey came up behind me and violently ripped the top and bottom of my bikini completely off. I now stood there completely nude with my mom’s boyfriend behind me. I was absolutely shaking with lust but too afraid to turn around. “Go over to your desk and bend over,” Trey whispered in my ear. I walked to the desk and Trey gently pushed down on my back. I was now bent over my desk on my elbows with my ass and pussy now completely exposed to him. As he knelt down behind me, my heart was pounding in anticipation. I was dripping wet and I ached to be touched. Trey then methodically had his way with me. He began by circling my clitoris with his tongue clockwise, gradually increasing the speed and pressure. “Ohh…Ohh…Ohh…Ohh,” I groaned making sure I wasn’t too loud. Just when I’d thought he was going to going to attack my clit straight on, he changed pace by circling counter-clockwise, careful not to actually touch my swollen clit. On several occasions, I moved my ass back toward him with the hope it would make contact with his tongue, but with no success. It felt wonderful but frustrating at the same time. I could tell what he was trying to do. He was trying to get me as horny as possible and it was working! When I least expected it, Trey attacked my clit and pussy with a vengeance. “Ohhhh!” I groaned not expecting it to feel quite as good as it did. Trey then spent the next several minutes devouring my pussy. He sometimes licked my clit and my pussy, up and down, in one long stroke, often changing speeds. Trey eventually focused solely on my pussy and seemed to content with trying to lick up as much of my wetness as possible. My legs and really, my whole body were trembling with a combination of lust, anxiety, and fatigue from standing there. “Trey…Ohh…Ohh…Trey, your going to make me cum!!” I whispered to him over my shoulder. “Ohh…Ohh…Ohh…Ohhh…Ohhh…Treyyyyy…Ohhhhhhhh…” Upon hearing this, Trey began to tongue-fuck me, deeply. It felt like a miniature penis and I have to say that Trey’s tongue actually felt bigger than my boyfriend’s penis! And at least Trey’s tongue could go longer than 15 seconds! I was now bucking my hips back at his face and I was very close to my first orgasm with another person in my young life. I started to come in waves. “Ohhhhhh…. Ohhhhhhhh….Ohhhhhhh….Treyyyyyyy…. Ddddooooon’t sssstttttoooooopp!!!!” Trey finally slipped his tongue out and spent some time licking the area between my pussy and anus, which felt incredible! Trey could tell I was enjoying this and he subsequently went a little higher to lick around my anus. This is so gross, I thought! His tongue gently rimmed around the opening my ass in circular motions, similar to what he did with my clit earlier. Trey reached around and rubbed my clit as he continued with my backside. It felt WONDERFUL, I must admit. “Ah!” I gasped as Trey put the hot, moist tip of his tongue up my ass. “Ohh…Ohh...Ohh, Treyyyyyy,” I continued to softly verbalize. “What are you doing to me?? Ohh… Ohh…Ohh, God!” I didn’t seem to be able to control what I was saying. I spread my legs further apart hoping his tongue would go up my ass further. The combination of him licking my ass while manipulating my clit was driving me over the edge. I was breathing so heavy it must have seemed like I was having an asthma attack! I had been doing my best to try and keep quiet, but I’m sure I was being way louder than I thought. It would be a miracle if I didn’t wake up my mother. I finally turned my head toward him and whispered, “You’re going to make…..you’re going to make… me cummm…. again!” Then, he suddenly stopped, picked me up like a rag doll, and threw me on my bed. He must have taken off his boxers without me noticing for he was now standing naked before me with the biggest hard-on I had ever seen. It literally took my breath away. Trey’s cock was just plain intimidating! It had to be at least 8 inches long and quite thick. I honestly didn’t know if I could take it all and I was scared that I was going to be in for some major pain. But Trey didn’t give me much time to think about it. He swiftly jumped into bed next to me and demanded, “Suck my dick, Jessica.” By this time, I would have done anything for him. I approached his cock with a combination of fear and lust in my veins. Grabbing it, I was amazed to see that I couldn’t get my whole hand around it. I started to gently pump the shaft a bit. It was very hot, solid and literally throbbing. I remember thinking how different it looks than Shawn’s little penis. Becoming impatient, Trey commanded, “Put it in your mouth!” I carefully put my mouth over the head of his penis and tried to take as much into my mouth and throat as possibly. After only a few inches, I gagged and had to take it out. Trey seemed to find this particularly amusing. I then started sucking the head of his tool, pumping the rest with my hand. It was the best I could do under the circumstances. My goal was to make Trey feel as good as he was making me feel. Occasionally, I had to stop sucking him to alleviate the growing pain in my jaw. In these instances, I would lick the length of his shaft all the way up to the head like I saw some woman do once in a porno movie. When I placed the tip of my tongue in his pee hole, I noticed that a tiny bit of sticky liquid was already coming out. “Lick my balls,” Trey said at one point as he pushed my head further down. I had to find my way through his forest of pubic hair before I took one of his mammoth testicles into my mouth. It was a neat sensation to have them in my mouth. I alternated between the two but was careful to be extra gentle with them. After a while, Trey pulled me up and said “Jessica, I am going fuck you now.” Without waiting for a response from me, he swiftly flipped me over onto my knees and pushed my head into my pillow so that my ass was in the air again. I felt Trey mount me and I braced myself, fully expecting him to plow me immediately. Eventually, Trey had his penis lined up with the opening to my pussy, but then he seemed to change his mind. He proceeded to run it along my ass, pussy, and clit for a while. God, I was DYING for it at that point. I knew it was going to hurt but I didn’t care since I was so horny. I finally became impatient. “Please Trey… do it!!” I pleaded through my pillow. He seemed to be playing some sort of cruel game with me! I felt Trey lean over, pull my hair to one side, and start to suck the back of my neck. He then grabbed my dangling tits as rammed half of his dick into my pussy. “Ahhhhh,” I gasped. It felt like he was ripping me apart. He started to pump slowly as I began to adjust to his enormous size. Intense pleasure started to replace the sharp pain as he sped up. Within a couple of minutes, Trey had thrusted the remainder of his cock into my tight pussy. I groaned into my pillow and my eyes filled with tears. He was pumping me with everything he had. It felt like his penis was going into my stomach. I could hear Trey grunting with every thrust as he pinched my dangling nipples. He started to talk really dirty in my ear. “Ohhh Jessica…you’re such a good fuck. I have dreamed of fucking you ever since I saw you that first day on the couch!” Trey continued, “I love fucking your body. Your body was made for my cock to fuck…. You will always be my little whore! Understand??” “Yessss…” I groaned in response. It was about then I had another series of orgasms; one after another as Trey continued to violate me. Soon, Trey pushed me over, lied down on his back and sat me on top of his prick. As I eased myself onto him, I realized that this position was more comfortable for I could control how deep and how fast we fucked. We went a long time in this position. It felt especially good when Trey reached around and inserted the tip of his finger in my ass. After a while, I was beginning to wonder if Trey would ever cum. He cock was still harder than ever inside of me. Before I could contemplate that thought further, Trey flipped me on my back, positioning my legs over his shoulders. I later learned that he cums easiest this way. Trey began with long, slow strokes, where he pulled his cock almost the whole way out of my cunt, before slipping it back in to the hilt. I was enjoying the intensity with which he was screwing me. We were both sweating profusely and I could actually see beads of sweat rolling off Trey’s body and onto my bed. As Trey approached his climax, he picked up the pace. I wanted him to cum very much by this point since my pussy was really beginning to hurt. I remembered that my friend Carrie once mentioned to me that the easiest way to get a guy to cum is to talk sexy to him. I was ready to try anything by the point in order to make Trey cum. I leaned up and whispered into his ear, “Trey, Fuck me…. Please, fuck me, Trey. Ffffffuuucckkkk Mmmmeeeeeeeee.” This seemed to help as Trey accelerated his thrusting signaling that he was getting closer. So I continued in a whisper, “Fuck me, Trey! Fuck my pussy. You’re doing a good job fucking my pussy, Trey! Do you like fucking your girlfriend’s daughter?!” “Ohh, Trey. I love your cock! Faster! Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Ohhhh… You’re making me feel so good!” Trey was getting real close now and I started to buck my pelvis toward him as he banged me in order to give him deeper penetration. “C’mon, Treyyyy. Keep on fucking me! Ohh… Ohh… Ohh… God, Treyyyy…I want you to cum, Trey….Please cum for me, Trey!!” He was really close now. “Ohhh…. Ohhhh…. Cum for me, Trey… I want you to cum inside my pussy!” The next thing I knew Trey was fucking me so hard that I thought my body would be bruised in the morning. He then gave one final, powerful thrust and I felt him absolutely EXPLODE inside my cunt. Falling in a sweaty heap on top of me, I felt several powerful squirts deep within my cunt. I lied there with Trey’s penis still inside of me, unsure what to do next. My eyes were closed and I could distinctly smell the aroma of sex. After a minute or so, Trey sighed loudly and rolled off of me. My body was tingling all over and I felt his jism start to leak out of me. He rose from the bed and I heard him fumble around for his underwear. Trey subsequently gave my tit a quick squeeze before whispering confidently into my ear, “This is just the beginning, Jessica.” With that, he walked out of my bedroom, presumably to go back to my mom. That was the start of a 6 month odyssey which almost destroyed my family.