Blazers: Hey thread

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Wow I'm so grateful to you, my friend the Reverend Cully. I've only dreamed of being so close to her but everything you've written sounds so real to me, like you've witnessed the whole thing and are just narrating the story. And those you wrote in the story are exactly what I've wished, for so long, and more than I've ever imagined. I just wish that my goddess could add me on her facebook or something so I would be able to stay contact with her, seeing her up-to-date pictures and knowing what's going on in her life, and I would be satisfied with it.

Even if I got married to my goddess someday somehow, I wouldn't forbid her to "make love" with some other guy if she and the guy really love each other. I don't want marriage to turn a shackle, for neither of us. If you only treat your wife as a reproductive tool, you're only getting a but no real love. No true love can be made without generosity. The pure admiration of each other should the soul of a marriage (no matter how many people it involves, 2 or 3, or sometimes even more) which is the exact message that Cully wants to deliver us with his novel imho. People need to see outside the obscenity of Cully's works. Cully's novels should be read and absorbed with your heart rather than your eyes, just like the movie "monster's ball".

I do like to see [people] in love, no matter if that person is my wife, or, the characters in my writing. I do not know where this desire emanates from. But, it soars in my heart even as my loins have failed. And it has been like playing with matches & fire thru the decades. I've got the scars and yet even they yield a sickly sweet scent that draws me again closer to the flames. The older I get the more I'm able to reconcile this in my mind, because waiting/expecting for it to recede has never even flickered.

Rogue, your words above--your yearning for this "Goddess"--this "novel"(s) before your examination have affected me.

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Chapter Six.

Shackelford was waiting at the curb. A tall thin young man. The limousine stopped even with him. Rogue reached for the door handle as Thomas reached for his.

"No, Rogue, let Tommy do it." She grasped his forearm. Her tone had become firm and directed. "You'll step out first--then next to Jason." She released him with the smallest of squeezes.

"Mr. Smith so pleased to meet you." Rogue stepped out and started to raise his hand for the proverbial shake, but, somehow Shackelford had taken possession of Scarlett's copy of "Goddess." His stoic nod to Rogue directed him precisely to where Scarlett had previously directed him seconds before.

Scarlett stepped from the limousine as once again Rogue began to vibrate. In the garish illumination of the ceiling fluorescence she looked positively surreal. 'Oh, my God.'

"Thank you, Tommy." Thomas released her hand and closed the door.

"Good luck, sis." Tommy leaned close and whispered ever so softly.

"You are fashionably late, Scarlett." Shackelford smiled.

"For sure." She teased with the slightest of winks.

"We'll go." Shackelford did an abrupt about face and stepped quickly away. Rogue froze. He felt Scarlett knit her hand and arm thru his left arm. "I'm going to so enjoy our night, Rogue."

"They've all arrived."

"Tony didn't mind arriving first?"

"Not at all. Sir Hopkins smiled nicely when he came thru a few minutes ago."

"I'll thank him again, right?"

"Absolutely."

The elevator car was fully paneled in mirrors. Rogue felt dwarfed like the incredible shrinking man. He was grateful for the sensation as once again he'd begun to softly shake. She felt it and pulled him a little closer. Their eyes meeting in the reflection, her slightest wink making a return engagement. He countered his best boyish grin. His Goddess either pursed her lips once, or, he imagined she pursed her lips once. 'Please.'

The elevator ring brought Rogue into the here and the now. 'We've landed.' He smiled to himself as Shackelford stepped severely to the side and away from the doors.

She released his arm and ran her finger tips lightly up his spine thru his personally starched & pressed cotton shirt. He wanted to witness and gauge her gaze again, but, the mirrors parted and it began.


Chapter Seven.

He recognized the beat, the deep pounding. It was Jackie-O and her treatment of "Breakfast at Tiffany's."

"Stay close, baby." 'Did she call him "baby?" I think she did. Must have.' Rogue turned to see the elevator doors begin to slowly close on Shackelford, a comforting slice of his right hand thru Texas air, James Dean style as the doors shut. He wanted her to take his arm, his hand again, but, an instinct told him "no."

There were large video screens displaying movie clips of Hitch 's work, the track lighting dimmed, but, directed nonetheless to the floor. The sensation of shrinkage held and he was ever so grateful, but, not as thankful as he once had been. 'I could do this.' Miss Johansson had begun to make the rounds and the going was difficult as her attendance had become knowledge. He recognized no one. But, she knew them all, or, portended such. No, she knew them. Her sincerity was apparent and appreciated by the endless string of men and women who genteelly shook her hand and/or air kissed and briefly chatted before giving way to the next and then the next. He may as well been invisible. There were a couple of quick glances, but, no, inquiring looks, or, quizzical stars. 'What the ?'

"Coke Zero, Miss Johansson." A waiter appeared up thru the floor and served Scarlett.

"Sir?" 'He's speaking to you, dude.'

"Oh, a Fireball,,,,,,double, please." ' , I can do this.'

"At once, sir."

The crowd began to thin as he took the first half of the double. The force settled him and he felt the warmth radiate to his heart.

"Just a sip, Rogue. I don't drink, but, please, just for your Goddess?"

She'd not spoken to him since they left the elevator in what seemed like 2 hours ago.

"Rogue?"

"Of course." She leaned close as he held the glass for her, nary a tremor in the vicinity.

"Oh, my goodness, that's so delicious and special. Now don't tell Tommy. He'll tell our parents and then I'll get it." She giggled heartily.

"There's Tony. I'd like you to meet him, Rogue. He's so sweet."

As they made they way into the corner whre Anthony Hopkins had taken station the small crowd around him immediate dispersed as if on some silent command.

"Ah, Miss Johansson, how are you this evening, darling girl?" His Welsh accent razor sharp.

"Tony, thank you ever so much for the advantage."

"You Americans." He playfully shook his index finger at Scarlett. A devilish smile in response a change. They hugged closely, then separated as he planted a kiss on the center of her forehead.

"Anthony, I want you to introduce you to my escort for the evening. This is Rogue Smith, he's a very promising writer. Rogue, Sir Anthony Hopkins."

'Lord, this girl......firm, Rogue, do it.'

They met on the square, the handshake full. He'd hit it. 'I'll do this.'

The next day, 5 minutes later as he stood at the iced urinals Rogue could not for the life of himself remember much after that handshake. Just the honest smile of his Goddess over his left shoulder and Sir Hopkins listening carefully as Rogue, at the insistence of Miss Johansson imparted the plot & summary of "Goddess."

(The Waiter) brought him out of his latest stupor as Scarlett had replaced him at Hopkin's ear, the two, from what he could glean were sharing shop talk.

"Another, sir?"

"Oh, uh, yes, just a single. Where is the restroom, please?"

"If you'll follow me, sir. It's on my way."

"Excuse me, Scarlett, Sir Hopkins." They gave a matched quick nod with a fast reassuring smile from Scarlett then went back to their conversation.

The ice turned yellow as he relieved himself. A lemon snow cone crossed his mind as he raised his gaze and caught his reflection in the mirrors. 'Don't let you mouth hang open. Don't forget. I won't. I promise.'

The restroom door opened and in walked his Champion. He stationed himself two units to the left, caught Rogue's eyes in the reflections and nodded sharply.

[Rogue]

You're the modern-day Shakespear my bro, thanks a lot. It feels like a festival to me anyday you post a new fresh piece of your writing in here, thank you.

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*You're welcome, Rogue. You are most kind. I've had a great time with this subject matter.

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Chapter Eight.

Rogue finished before Dirk, shook the dew off the lily pad, returned his mamba to his Fruits, zipped, turned, and took root at the one of a long line of stainless steel sinks. In mirror image Nowitski followed in--two units down to Rogue's right.

Their running water preceded Rogue, maybe 5 seconds, no more than 6.

"Thank you." His voice emboldened by Fireball|||justified by clarity of deed.

"No, thank you." The accent pronounced. A count had not been missed. No.

"I waited so long."

"I'm sorry it took that long."

"It's all right. It's okay now."

"Yes."

"You couldn't miss."

"I could not miss."

"How did that feel?"

"You tell me." Their eyes finally met in the mirrors.

"Unimaginable."

"Yes."

Nowitski chose the infrared dryer to his right. Rogue a fine white linen towel to his left.

The vibration had returned and she was not present to still it. Rogue pressed his eyes closed. 'Calm yourself. It's all right. It's okay now.' The infrared dryer fell silent and Rogue opened his eyes.

His Champion was gone.


Chapter Nine.

She was waiting for him. She was just outside the door. 'I wonder if she saw Dirk come out?' She was holding his Fireball.

"I came looking for you. I missed you." He took his drink. She was so pale almost pure white and so beautiful he put Dirk aside until tomorrow if tomorrow ever came.

"We'll go up for a little while. I need a few minutes to collect myself before we leave for the theater."

Shackelford had reappeared and was next to the elevator. He punched the button with his recognition of the couples approach.

"About 45 minutes, Scarlett."

"Fine, Jason, Rogue will bring me back down. I won't need the reminder and I will call down when we leave."

"Very good." The elevator arrived.

As soon as the doors closed she leaned into Rogue just the slightest. He laced his arm about her waist and steadied them both.

"I'm so glad that is over. One more hurdle and the morning is ours, Rogue." She put her cheek on Rogue's chest and closed her eyes as the elevator began it's ascent.

[Rogue]

The story is so fascinating it starts to make me lose my grip of reality (to quote Jennifer, the character from the other novel of yours). It makes me feel like living in the dream land where I can indulge my Scarlett obsession as far as I like. Thank you so much, my friend. God bless us, and my goddess

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"It's all right. It's okay now."

"Yes."

"You couldn't miss."

"I could not miss."

"How did that feel?"

"You tell me." Their eyes finally met in the mirrors.

"Unimaginable."

"Yes."

Nowitski chose the infrared dryer to his right. Rogue a fine white linen towel to his left.

The vibration had returned and she was not present to still it. Rogue pressed his eyes closed. 'Calm yourself. It's all right. It's okay now.' The infrared dryer fell silent and Rogue opened his eyes.]]]]]]]]]

See how I linked the bold expressions so they cover the full gamut from when your ring was imminent to the night where you meet him that is responsible. A ring, especially the charter. You relive the agony and the ecstasy again and again and again. It never ends.

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Chapter Ten.

Rogue looked off in the distance at the lights of Dallas. 'A stunning sight indeed.' She'd excused herself. "I'll be a just little while, Rogue. Please look around. There is some food by the bar. Fix me a Coca Cola and a small plate, please?" Her voice soft and pretty. She'd once again touched him as she left. This time just a quick grip on his upper arm as if she were checking his muscle mass. 'Really, guy? Well maybe.'

As soon as the coast was clear he hurried to the grub. He was famished. A selection of fresh vegetables and snacks were the bill of fare. It was still warm. This had been planned. "Wow." Rogue dug in and quickly so as to not be caught in the act. Then put together a plate for his Goddess and fixed them each a Coke. The warm food leveled him out and he began to relax.

"Come on back, Rogue, it's okay." She called out to him.

He balanced the food and drinks. 'Be careful. I will. Quit nagging me.'

She was in the bedroom sitting in front of the vanity applying her make-up. He hesitated in the door frame.

"I used to have somebody do this, but, I enjoy it and know exactly what I need." She spoke to him via the mirror's reflection. "You can come in, Rogue. Oh, food, you remembered, goody! Did you have some?"

'Close your mouth. Okay.' "Yes, it's delicious. Thank you." He made himself push forward and gingerly placed the plate and her drink on the vanity.

Her eyes sparkled in the intense lighting of the vanity. "Are you with someone?"

"No." He lied, well, after a fashion.

"Me neither."

"You look so beautiful." She'd changed dresses. This one was more formal, but accentuated her figure to the point of perfection. His knees began to buckle.

"You're so sweet, thank you, Rogue. Please sit down, we have a few minutes yet. There, on the bed, that's fine." He saw the bed behind him in the mirror and back peddled the few feet necessary. 'There, that's better.' He'd been on his feet since leaving the limousine.

She took a bite and a sip. "You remembered the Coke Zero! Rogue, to us and the night." She raised her glass toward him. He softly tapped it with his-the Waterford Crystal he'd noted when pouring announcing the quality of it's charge.

"Do me a favor, Rogue, call down to Jason and tell him we're leaving presently." She nodded toward the cell phone sitting on the corner of the vanity. You'll see him on the readout."

''Scarlett, we're a little pressed." Jason spoke.

"It's me, Shackelford. We'll be coming down shortly."

"Mr. Smith, outstanding." He'd never let on.

"C'mon, baby, we're on our way." 'Absolutely no doubt this time.'

The elevator halted the next floor down as a couple joined them in the car. Rogue & Scarlett moved aside a bit as the older couple made their way.

Scarlett laced her arm with Rogue's and leaned in. "We're going to the midnight movies, my boyfriend and I." She announced to the couple thru the reflection of the doors.

They smiled warmly at each other then at the young couple.

The doors opened to Shackelford speaking into a headset. "Tommy, we're moving." Their company in the elevator took a step back in unison as Shackelford reached in to separate the two parties and get the ball rolling.

"Scarlett." He lightly scolded, though his eyes a bit dark.

"Sorry Jason." They returned the way they'd arrived, Shackelford moving at a fast clip leading Scarlett by the hand, Rogue following enjoying the view. 'Oh, my God she is magnificent.'

"You're in first, Mr. Smith." Tommy held the door open a warm smile to them all.

"You are late, Scar!" He teased as she passed him.

They were 3 across as Tommy sprinted around, got in, checked it and made a fast get-a-way thru the garage level. 'I'm closing my eyes, I can't look. He's going to crash us.'

"Rogue, it's okay, he's used to it." She giggled and clutched his arm.

"Girl." Resigned, Shackelford stiff armed the jump seat in front of him.

[Rogue]

I just finished reading the chapter 10 this morning (evening for me though, I had a nap in the afternoon so my eyes and head were clear enough as though it was morning. I feel I can only behold the full beauty of Cully's writting when I'm fresh minded, so I often read his novels in the morning or right after I have a short sleep because I don't wanna miss a single thing) and when I read that part where She referred to me as her "boyfriend", I was moved to tears , and that was only the 3rd time in my life to be moved to tears, the previous two times were when I first watched the movie "the independence day" and when them Mavs won the championship in 11.

Scarlett laced her arm with Rogue's and leaned in. "We're going to the midnight movies, my boyfriend and I." She announced to the couple thru the reflection of the doors.

Being the boyfriend of my "goddess" has always been a dream of mine, and I couldn't crave anything more than that. I would do everything possible to please my "goddess", or "girlfriend" if that comes true someday somehow. I ing hate smokers because my dad is also an avid smoker, he often trashes up the air in our home with smoke which drives my mom mad each time, but if my goddess wants to smoke in "our" place, I would let her use my mouth as an ashtray if she likes it. And if some other guy (e.g. my Shadow, or AchillesHeel) loves my goddess gf as much as I do, and my girl loves him too, then I wouldn't mind sharing my goddess with him as long as my goddess feels happy with it. Does that make me look like a Beta, or even Sita male? probably it does, but I don't ing care, I don't care about no damn thing as long as my goddess stays with me, and loves me.

In fact, I would be satisfied with just being a friend of hers, being in contact with her just like I was with my m>s and randomly chatting with her on facebook or AIM. Some British mutha ers said my goddess didn't even know I exist, but I would be able to prove them wrong and make fun of them if I could get my goddess on my buddy list.

The following passage was cut from my "goddess" novel, it was a brief description of my goddess's natural beauty. I just felt I couldn't find the right words to describe her beauty because her beauty was so unique and unusual. She was way more beautiful than the world's finest words could ever dipict, so I chose to describe it in an oblique way. I used some metaphors that I derived from some Chinese proverbs (which are often used to describe women's beauty, like the "bird", "flower" and "moon"). Although my novel overall was coarsely made, the following paragraph was prudently written and I believe it is worth reading imho.

She was born with such phenomenal beauty, river would stop flowing when she stood by, and birds would be “falling down” just to catch a glimpse of her. Moon would have to hide half her face to feel less embarrassed, while flowers would dig their heads into the ground. She made all jewelries fade, but made the world a better place to be in.

[Rogue]

I'm a lifelong celibate and I'm content with my life. Tbh I don't have any plan to lose my virginity anytime soon, probably never, but if my "goddess" wants me and sends me an invi, I would accept it in a heartbeat. Celibacy is kind of a belief of mine, which I'm genuinely proud of, but I would like to trade anything, ANYTHING I have even including my celibacy and even my ing life for a bigger smile on her face. You can take my head away but my soul will stick with my goddess until her soul comes out of her body and merges with mine. I'm living in China but I've already sent my heart to NY or LA, or wherever my goddess is.

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Chapter Eleven.

"Mr. Smith, by arrangement your privacy is guaranteed. You'll remain seated there in the limousine upon the initial arrival." Shackelford had leaned over in the space provided as Scarlett had scooted up and was in deep conversation with her twin as he maneuvered traffic speeding into Dallas, her left hand resting on his right shoulder.

"Thomas will drop us and continue to the side entrance with you. You'll remain inside until I get Scarlett seated. I'll then come thru the side entrance and collect you. We'll remain there in the vestibule area until the lights are dimmed. You'll then be seated on her left,,,,,,no, check that, to her right. No pictures will be taken inside the theater seating area. Afterward we'll just reverse the process. I'll escort you thru the side entrance to the limo, and Thomas will pull around and pick Scarlett up in front. Thomas will then return you both to the Four Seasons, thankfully in a much slower and safer manner."

They'd suddenly become stuck fast in traffic as Shackelford's cell phone went off once again.

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand. We're 10 minutes out. Yes, yes. I apologize. I wi....damn they hung up. C'mon, Scarlett, sit back, now." He brought her back firmly, but gently by the waist. "Tommy, get us out of this."

"No problem. Buckle up, kids, I'm going to do this driving thing."

Rogue took the directive literally and then assisted Scarlett likewise. She'd begun to giggle then laugh as Rogue joined in. Only Shackelford remained stoic, though buckled. Thomas broke a bevy of traffic laws, at one point traversing the highway emergency shoulder for a number of miles.

"2 minutes, people, according to the GPS."

"You done good, Tommy. How do I look, Rogue?" She'd sobered & straightened.

Rogue skipped one moment, absolutely no more than the 1. "Like a living doll."

She came in close then, as close as Rogue had ever been to her in his life and brushed his right cheek with her warm lips.

They turned right onto West Jefferson Blvd and slowed to a crawl. "We're here, Scar. There it is."

Rogue could see the flood lights tracing the area one trained & tracking the stacked letters and marquee of the Texas Theater two blocks down. Mother and father had told him the story and he'd taken a high school field trip thru the area some years ago. The theater had been the site where Lee Harvey Oswald had been taken into custody after the assassination of JFK. The area had fallen into some distress in the intervening years, but, a renaissance had taken place of late and the people had begun to return. And there was indeed a formidable crowd in attendance this night, now this morning. It was after midnight.

"You'll remain seated, Mr. Smith. Do not move, please. Tommy? Be extra careful not to hit anyone." Scarlett giggled, put her hand over her mouth and pretended not to. The crowd, as one surged toward the curb. Dallas PD deftly removed a wooden horse and waved the limo thru. The block had been closed off.

"This is absolutely incredible, Scarlett." She squeezed his knee in response. Hard.

"Tommy, there is a valet, remain seated."

"Understood."

"Here, Tommy." The limo halted on Shackelford's command. "Now the headlights, please."

The valet stepped forward, but, did not attempt to open the door and remained at attention.

"Wait." Shackelford was in charge. "Breathe, Scarlett."

Rogue eased back in order to take the moment in. 'My God.'

"Miss Johansson?"

"I'm set, Jason."

"Good luck, sis."

"3,2,1." Shackelford softly triggered the door handle and the valet broke ranks.

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Chapter Twelve.

Tommy brought the limousine to rest just outside the side door of Texas Theater, cut the headlights and hit the locks.

"How you doing, Rogue?"

"This is crazy. Do you ever have a situation with security for Scarlett?"

"Here? No way. In LA, absolutely. I just chauffer her there though I'm armed at all times. The last line of defense." Thomas patted his right chest area and smiled bravely into the rear area of the limo. "We have a security detail in place in California. It's crazy there. This? This is a milk run. Would you like a Coke Zero, Rogue? She makes me keep it stocked at all times."

"No thanks, I'm fine." 'I'm having the night of my life.'

"Here he comes." The side door of the Theater briefly opened then shut again. Tommy hit the locks and Shackelford climbed in the front seat.

"How's it going in there?"

"Christ, it's packed. Just the one seat left. That's yours, Rogue." He'd finally used Rogue's first name.

"Is she okay?" A tinge of alarm to Thomas' pitch.

"Rogue, Scarlett gets just a little hyper in large, close crowds. She's holding up fine, Tommy. They gave her a really nice ovation upon the entrance."

Tommy eased into his seat back.

"Just a few notes before we go in, Mr. Smith." 'Ah back to my sir name.'

"Please do not fall asleep, no...matter...what. Also whatever is said to you ignore and do not respond, no...matter...what. By invitation only surrounds her and Sir Hopkins, but, you never know with a large crowd. Do not meet eye, no...matter...what. Look at the center of the forehead. Do not judge the movie, or, her performance, no...matter...what. She knows better than to put you in such a delicate position. And lastly, as a personal favor to Tommy and I, be extra kind and attentive, like I said she is a little shaky with a tight crowd. Other than that have a great time." Light chuckles filled the interior.

"Tommy, you coming in?"

"No, I'll be sitting next to her in Memphis, remember? I'll see it then. I'm going to make some phone calls, close my eyes for a few minutes, maybe even wash out a few things."

This time the laugher was deeper, everybody had relaxed.

"Okay then, Rogue, I'll take you to the end of the aisle and the usher will guide you in. She is sitting dead center with house lights shadowing her and Hopkins. Any questions, Mr. Smith?"

Rogue took a deep breath. "I'm set." Rogue reached for the door handle.

"No, we'll maintain decorum....Tommy, if you would be so kind."

"Absolutely."


Chapter Thirteen.

As he was nearly invisible at The Four Seasons he was a spectacle in Texas Theater. 'Oh, my God.' It felt like a thousand eyes turned on him.

"Breathe, Rogue." Were the last words Shackelford whispered to him before he strode away.

"If you'll excuse us." The uniformed usher. The aisle drew their feet in as a Rockettes line. "Just follow the beam, sir."

'Oh, my God......Oh, Lord.'

And then she was there, she'd risen, like the Goddess in his dreams had risen in the black of so many nights.

"Rogue, over here." She girlishly beckoned with her hand and her smile and with her eyes. The circle of light that enveloped her rendered the remainder of the theater invisible.

"This is him, this is my boyfriend. This is Rogue." She excitedly whispered to the surrounding crowd. She hugged him tight, and for the first time it was she who shook. He squeezed tighter and the shaking ceased.

"Thank you, Rogue. Thank you, darling." Her eyes had misted over, her smile held fast.

"Mr. Smith, can you ever get this girl to be on time?" Rogue turned to find Sir Hopkins had risen as well and extended his hand. Rogue grasped it tightly, all three sharing the moment and their laughter as the crowd broke into spontaneous applause. Sir Hopkins bowed and Scarlett waved. Rogue checked himself and joined in the applause.

As they sat down, Sir Hopkins tapped him on the right knee. "Scarlett Johansson indeed." His smile warm and endearing.

As the opening credits rolled he saw her name and stole a glance to see her reaction, but, she was busily going thru her small purse.

"Psst, psst, Rogue?" She leaned and whispered to him. "Milk Duds, or, Peanut M&Ms?" He looked down to see her hand filled with candy. "I love Milk Duds, Rogue."

"Then I shall choose the M&M's, Scarlett."

"Oh, goody! Tommy slipped me the candy in the car." Her eyes on fire in the darkened theater.

Once the candy was consumed she moved closer to Rogue, their bodies in close contact, she laced her right arm thru his left and sealed their hands.

"I'm having the most wonderful night, Rogue." The whisper of his Goddess.

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" yeah!!" grunted Rock aggressively as he slowly pushed the head of his thick swollen 11-inch black against the sphincter of Pam's waiting white ass. "Give me that ass."

Covering Pam's left ass check with his large black left which stood out stark black white contrast to her pale white ass, Rock pulled Pam's cheek wider open. Pushing the shiny black mushroom head of his 11-inch harder against Pam's sphincter with his right thumb, he finally pushed his thick head past Pam's sphincter. In response to the welcome intrusion, Pam gasped with pleasure and relaxed to accommodate Rock's massive girth.

Arching her back and pushing her heavy D-cup breasts into the silk sheets of her bed, Pam reached back to spread her smooth round white ass cheeks wide, totally giving up her ass to Rock. As Rock demands, her ass is his alone. Pam desires with all her being, and with her husband's strong encouragement, that her virile Bull totally own and dominate her in bed.

"This white ass is yours taking anytime, any place, you want, Rock." she seductively purred.

In her mid 30s, blonde, 36D breasts, flat stomach with thick strong legs and ample junk in da trunk the way the brotha's love, Pam knows she could have any man she desires. Dressing conservatively, or ty, Pam turns heads no matter where she goes; be it church or night club. Nothing fulfills her needs more, though, than knowing that her body is the sole property of a powerful black Bull while benefiting from the financial security and deep emotional connection with her more sedate, but totally predictable husband, Steve.

As had been the case for the past year since Rock first cucked her husband, Steve's only access to his wife's ass has been to clean Rock's creampies from it when rewarded for adhering to the rules. Otherwise, Steve's only other access to his wife's ass has been to lube it with his tongue and saliva when demanded by Rock to prepare Pam's ass for his .

Willingly accepting Rock's sexual superiority and totally submitting to it, Steve finds extraordinary and inexplicable gratification in yielding to Rock absolute and exclusive sexual access to his wife. By doing so, Steve fills his deep seated need to satisfy all of his hot wife's physical needs as he had promised to himself when they were first betrothed. Secondly, through some type of psychological associative principle, Steve takes great pride that the woman with whom he shares a hand in marriage can attract and fulfill the primal desires of such virile black Bulls as Rock.

"Push it in deep, baby", said Pam with a sexy growl. "Bury that big black in my ass. Balls-deep. Fill up my ass. Show Steve who owns this ass. Show him how a real man works this white ass." says Pam as she takes more of Rock's in her ass.

Looking up from the sight of his throbbing black now a full 7 inches into Pam's bowels, Rock glared directly at Steve standing quietly in the corner of the expansive and lavishly furnished master bedroom. Standing naked, Steve was steadily stroking his 7-inch white to the enthralling and erotic sight of Rock's turgid impaling his wife. Catching Rock's menacing glare, Steve immediately stopped stroking his .

"Did Pam say you are allowed to ?" demanded Rock in his deep baritone voice. "You forget the rules, or something?", boomed Rock with authority in Steve's bedroom.

Standing 5'10", fit, with good muscle definition and handsome enough to have won the incredibly sexy Pam's hand in marriage, Steve had returned his eyes to the spectacle of Rock's enormous penetrating his wife's ass. Raising his eye from this irresistible sight, he met Rock's and Pam's combined glare.

Although fit, Steve's physique was nothing compared to the bulk of sharply defined muscle, the power, and the sheer virility of Rock at 6 feet tall, late 20s, dark black with the looks to make any woman cream her pussy. Just as important, out of necessity Steve's general demeanor had been molded by corporate America. To survive and thrive in the only profession he knew, he had to become like them. He had to become a well-mannered corporate automaton. He was not the badass Rock who was molded by the streets and instilled fear. He was not the badass Rock who could make Pam's pussy cream.

"No sir. I haven't forgotten the rules." meekly replied Steve.

"Repeat them back so we're all clear", snapped his wife as she pushed back to take the last four inches of Rock's big in her big ass. Turning her head to look over her shoulder to her Bull, Pam smiled luridly.

"I am not to in the presence of my wife and her Bull. Otherwise, I will be denied the pleasure of eating her Bull's superior black seed from her **** and ass. Also, I am not to touch my wife or her bull while they are making love without their express request or consent. Otherwise, I will be denied the privilege of watching my wife's Bull please her", recites Steve from memory with the appropriate submissive tone.

Since being cucked over the past year, Steve has had to recite these rules on numerous occasions for his wife and Rock when he was close to violating one of the rules. Hardest of all for Steve was mustering the restraint required to keep from masturbating as the powerfully virile Rock ed his sexy wife. Less difficult, but far from easy, was restraining himself from the compulsory desire to hold and pet his wife while her Bull took her as his own.

With the taste of Rock's pussy creampie still on his lips and the smell of their combined juices from the earlier session still deep within his nostrils, Steve was hungrier than ever for one of Rock's creampies from his wife's ass. He was not about to up and forgo that pleasure. Obediently, Steve crossed his hands behind his back to help fight the urge to jack off.

Satisfied with Steve's obedience, Rock and Pam soon began to develop an erotic ass ing rhythm; a rhythm that only a superior black can maintain. As Pam's ass loosened more for Rock's , the tempo of Rock's thrusts in and out of Pam's hungry open ass increased. Soon, both Rock and Pam glistened with sweat as the heat or their passion rose and their black on white bodies melded into one.

Still looking on from the corner or his bedroom with his hands behind his back, Steve's throbbed, jerked and dripped with pre at the sight of Rock's glistening muscles rippling upon each thrust. With each stroke, Rock's ass clenched as he bottomed out in Pam's ass. Swinging and clinking in rhythm, Rock's thick gold chain bounced off his hard black glistening pectorals.

In tandem, Pam's heavy breasts swung as her nipples raked the silk bed sheets as she met Rock with her ass stroke for stroke. Upon each balls-deep impact from Rock, her soft voluptuous ass flesh rippled and triggered a groan of pleasure from Pam. As the heat of Pam's and Rock's passion increased, the distinct smell of hot ing reached Steve's nose to mingle with the essence of the earlier creampie he had enjoyed. These combined smells serviced to intensify his arousal to yet a higher level.

Pam, now meeting each thrust in ecstasy, frigged her clit with her right hand. Lost in the rapture of being owned, totally filled, and having the ability to please her powerful Bull, she moaned in bliss from each of Rock's powerful pumps. Looking upon Pam with her eyes closed and the look of ecstasy on her face, Steve knew that his hot wife's Bull was giving her what she so badly needed and deserved. Out of love for his wife and his innate desire to meet all her needs, Steve knew that Pam's body would never be his again. Instead, his role as a cuckold husband demanded that he do everything within his power to support and enhance the relationship of his hot wife with her Bull.

"Who owns this ass?" Rock loudly called out as he slapped Pam's ass between strokes.

"You own my ass, Rock!!" Pam exclaimed between breaths.

"Who owns this ass, boy?" Rock asked as he turned to Steve while not missing a a beat in pumping Pam's ass.

"My wife's ass is yours alone for your pleasure, Rock." Steve replied with apparent arousal. Having verbally declared his submission to his wife's Bull, Steve's arousal exponentially intensified. "Oh, God!!", thought Steve to himself. "How badly I want to jack my and blow my load right here and now!! I've got to hold it together. I can't miss my chance to eat that ass pie."

Turning his gaze to Pam's sexy feet, Steve was struck with the urgent desire to suck her toes while her Bull ed her. As he continued to look on and fantasize about sucking her sexy toes, Steve noticed her toes begun to curl. He knew then that she was close to climaxing. By the bottom of Rock's next stroke, Pam grew still, silent, and stopped breathing as an intense orgasm encroached.

With the force of a tidal wave, the powerful orgasm began to emanate from her clit and ass outward to her extremities back and again, over and over. As the orgasmic waves shuddered throughout her body, Pam involuntarily quivered from head to toe. At the end of her explosive orgasm, she found herself exhausted, but dutifully kept meeting her Bull stroke for stroke so as to not interrupt his pleasure.

"Come here, honey.", Pam turned and said to Steve as her orgasm subsided and Rock continued to pump her ass. "You've held back and controlled yourself well. You deserve an early treat. I know how you get off from sucking my toes. I saw you looking just now. Get down there and suck my toes to reward yourself"

"Is that OK with you, baby?" Pam looked over her shoulder to ask Rock for his permission.

"Yeah, the boy's done well. He's also working double time to arrange our dates lately. He deserves a treat."

Dutifully, and thankful for the opportunity, Steve crossed the room, knelt on the bed by Pam's left foot and began sucking her toes as he alternated glances between the BBC anklet she wears at all times and the sight of Rock working her ass over with his 11-inch . Being this close to the action, the heat and smell from their bodies overwhelmed Steve's senses. He could think of no other place that he'd rather be than right here, right now, sucking his wife's toes as her Bull pumped her ass.

Without warning, Rock's tempo began to slow and become more controlled. Both Pam and Steve knew with eager anticipation that Rock was reaching his climax. To better position himself for his ultimate reward, Steve rose and lay back down on the king-sized bed head to toe beside his wife. To ensure that she climaxed with her Bull, Pam began frantically frigging her clit. Finally, Rock thrusted forward into Pam's ass with a force that would have slammed her into the headboard if it weren't for the powerful retraining force of Rock's large black hands on her white ass.

"Arrgghhhh!!" screamed Rock as he thrusted forward and pumped with explosive force his potent black seed deep into Pam's bowels.

"Oh shiiiittttt!! cried Pam as another powerful orgasm rippled through her body.

"Nut deep in my ass, baby!! Fill my gut with your black , baby!" shouted Pam lost in the throws of her orgasm and the unfathomable fulfillment of having pleased her Bull.

With each pulse of Rock's as he orgasmed, his massive showered Pam's bowels with squirt after squirt of this hot thick seed. Remaining as still as she could, Pam worked her ass muscles in time to Rock's pulses to ensure that milked every last drop of her Bull's pearl jam into her ass.

Slowly, withdrawing all eleven inches of his shiny thick -coated from Pam's ass, Rock looked down at Steve and commanded, "Get into position for your reward, boy."

Without hesitation, Steve slid under Pam's crotch as she remains on her hands and knees.

"Tell me what you want, honey. Tell me what you need more than anything" Pam requested of her husband with a stern tenderness.

"I need to eat your Bull's from your ass more than anything, honey. Please feed me your Bull's ." Steve pleaded with arousal.

Rocking back on the heels of her feet, Pam positioned her beautiful white -filled ass over her husband's mouth to feed him his reward. Kneeling beside Pam as she raised into position, Rock took hold of the back of Pam's head and pressed her mouth tightly against his to deeply and forcefully french kiss her. Squatting over Steve with her mouth locked with Rock's in deep french kiss, Pam began to work her ass muscles in effort to squeeze Rock's seed from her bowels into the hungry mouth of her husband.

As he awaited his reward, Steve's heat rate nearly doubled with excitement. At first sight of Rock's seed beginning to leak from his wife's ass, his stomach tumbled with butterflies. Opening his mouth wide, Steve let all of Rock's thick seed slowly drip from his wife's ass down his waiting tongue. Although Rock's seed was close to overfilling his mouth, Steve held wide to catch the last drop of this precious fluid.

Content that Pam had now squeezed all of Rock's seed into his his mouth, Steve slowly closed both his mouth and eyes to savor the salty sweet taste and the essence of the creamy from his wife's Bull. Finally, swallowing and ingesting Rock's seed, Steve lay lost in his thoughts in total contentment.

By ingesting his wife's Bull's seed from her ass, he was at that very moment one with both his hot wife and her virile Bull. This was his place. He was meant for this place. He was at home. He'd rather be nowhere else. He also knew there was nothing we would not do for the sake of his wife's relationship with her Bull.

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" yeah!!" grunted Rock aggressively as he slowly pushed the head of his thick swollen 11-inch black against the sphincter of Pam's waiting white ass. "Give me that ass."

Covering Pam's left ass check with his large black left which stood out stark black white contrast to her pale white ass, Rock pulled Pam's cheek wider open. Pushing the shiny black mushroom head of his 11-inch harder against Pam's sphincter with his right thumb, he finally pushed his thick head past Pam's sphincter. In response to the welcome intrusion, Pam gasped with pleasure and relaxed to accommodate Rock's massive girth.

Arching her back and pushing her heavy D-cup breasts into the silk sheets of her bed, Pam reached back to spread her smooth round white ass cheeks wide, totally giving up her ass to Rock. As Rock demands, her ass is his alone. Pam desires with all her being, and with her husband's strong encouragement, that her virile Bull totally own and dominate her in bed.

"This white ass is yours taking anytime, any place, you want, Rock." she seductively purred.

In her mid 30s, blonde, 36D breasts, flat stomach with thick strong legs and ample junk in da trunk the way the brotha's love, Pam knows she could have any man she desires. Dressing conservatively, or ty, Pam turns heads no matter where she goes; be it church or night club. Nothing fulfills her needs more, though, than knowing that her body is the sole property of a powerful black Bull while benefiting from the financial security and deep emotional connection with her more sedate, but totally predictable husband, Steve.

As had been the case for the past year since Rock first cucked her husband, Steve's only access to his wife's ass has been to clean Rock's creampies from it when rewarded for adhering to the rules. Otherwise, Steve's only other access to his wife's ass has been to lube it with his tongue and saliva when demanded by Rock to prepare Pam's ass for his .

Willingly accepting Rock's sexual superiority and totally submitting to it, Steve finds extraordinary and inexplicable gratification in yielding to Rock absolute and exclusive sexual access to his wife. By doing so, Steve fills his deep seated need to satisfy all of his hot wife's physical needs as he had promised to himself when they were first betrothed. Secondly, through some type of psychological associative principle, Steve takes great pride that the woman with whom he shares a hand in marriage can attract and fulfill the primal desires of such virile black Bulls as Rock.

"Push it in deep, baby", said Pam with a sexy growl. "Bury that big black in my ass. Balls-deep. Fill up my ass. Show Steve who owns this ass. Show him how a real man works this white ass." says Pam as she takes more of Rock's in her ass.

Looking up from the sight of his throbbing black now a full 7 inches into Pam's bowels, Rock glared directly at Steve standing quietly in the corner of the expansive and lavishly furnished master bedroom. Standing naked, Steve was steadily stroking his 7-inch white to the enthralling and erotic sight of Rock's turgid impaling his wife. Catching Rock's menacing glare, Steve immediately stopped stroking his .

"Did Pam say you are allowed to ?" demanded Rock in his deep baritone voice. "You forget the rules, or something?", boomed Rock with authority in Steve's bedroom.

Standing 5'10", fit, with good muscle definition and handsome enough to have won the incredibly sexy Pam's hand in marriage, Steve had returned his eyes to the spectacle of Rock's enormous penetrating his wife's ass. Raising his eye from this irresistible sight, he met Rock's and Pam's combined glare.

Although fit, Steve's physique was nothing compared to the bulk of sharply defined muscle, the power, and the sheer virility of Rock at 6 feet tall, late 20s, dark black with the looks to make any woman cream her pussy. Just as important, out of necessity Steve's general demeanor had been molded by corporate America. To survive and thrive in the only profession he knew, he had to become like them. He had to become a well-mannered corporate automaton. He was not the badass Rock who was molded by the streets and instilled fear. He was not the badass Rock who could make Pam's pussy cream.

"No sir. I haven't forgotten the rules." meekly replied Steve.

"Repeat them back so we're all clear", snapped his wife as she pushed back to take the last four inches of Rock's big in her big ass. Turning her head to look over her shoulder to her Bull, Pam smiled luridly.

"I am not to in the presence of my wife and her Bull. Otherwise, I will be denied the pleasure of eating her Bull's superior black seed from her **** and ass. Also, I am not to touch my wife or her bull while they are making love without their express request or consent. Otherwise, I will be denied the privilege of watching my wife's Bull please her", recites Steve from memory with the appropriate submissive tone.

Since being cucked over the past year, Steve has had to recite these rules on numerous occasions for his wife and Rock when he was close to violating one of the rules. Hardest of all for Steve was mustering the restraint required to keep from masturbating as the powerfully virile Rock ed his sexy wife. Less difficult, but far from easy, was restraining himself from the compulsory desire to hold and pet his wife while her Bull took her as his own.

With the taste of Rock's pussy creampie still on his lips and the smell of their combined juices from the earlier session still deep within his nostrils, Steve was hungrier than ever for one of Rock's creampies from his wife's ass. He was not about to up and forgo that pleasure. Obediently, Steve crossed his hands behind his back to help fight the urge to jack off.

Satisfied with Steve's obedience, Rock and Pam soon began to develop an erotic ass ing rhythm; a rhythm that only a superior black can maintain. As Pam's ass loosened more for Rock's , the tempo of Rock's thrusts in and out of Pam's hungry open ass increased. Soon, both Rock and Pam glistened with sweat as the heat or their passion rose and their black on white bodies melded into one.

Still looking on from the corner or his bedroom with his hands behind his back, Steve's throbbed, jerked and dripped with pre at the sight of Rock's glistening muscles rippling upon each thrust. With each stroke, Rock's ass clenched as he bottomed out in Pam's ass. Swinging and clinking in rhythm, Rock's thick gold chain bounced off his hard black glistening pectorals.

In tandem, Pam's heavy breasts swung as her nipples raked the silk bed sheets as she met Rock with her ass stroke for stroke. Upon each balls-deep impact from Rock, her soft voluptuous ass flesh rippled and triggered a groan of pleasure from Pam. As the heat of Pam's and Rock's passion increased, the distinct smell of hot ing reached Steve's nose to mingle with the essence of the earlier creampie he had enjoyed. These combined smells serviced to intensify his arousal to yet a higher level.

Pam, now meeting each thrust in ecstasy, frigged her clit with her right hand. Lost in the rapture of being owned, totally filled, and having the ability to please her powerful Bull, she moaned in bliss from each of Rock's powerful pumps. Looking upon Pam with her eyes closed and the look of ecstasy on her face, Steve knew that his hot wife's Bull was giving her what she so badly needed and deserved. Out of love for his wife and his innate desire to meet all her needs, Steve knew that Pam's body would never be his again. Instead, his role as a cuckold husband demanded that he do everything within his power to support and enhance the relationship of his hot wife with her Bull.

"Who owns this ass?" Rock loudly called out as he slapped Pam's ass between strokes.

"You own my ass, Rock!!" Pam exclaimed between breaths.

"Who owns this ass, boy?" Rock asked as he turned to Steve while not missing a a beat in pumping Pam's ass.

"My wife's ass is yours alone for your pleasure, Rock." Steve replied with apparent arousal. Having verbally declared his submission to his wife's Bull, Steve's arousal exponentially intensified. "Oh, God!!", thought Steve to himself. "How badly I want to jack my and blow my load right here and now!! I've got to hold it together. I can't miss my chance to eat that ass pie."

Turning his gaze to Pam's sexy feet, Steve was struck with the urgent desire to suck her toes while her Bull ed her. As he continued to look on and fantasize about sucking her sexy toes, Steve noticed her toes begun to curl. He knew then that she was close to climaxing. By the bottom of Rock's next stroke, Pam grew still, silent, and stopped breathing as an intense orgasm encroached.

With the force of a tidal wave, the powerful orgasm began to emanate from her clit and ass outward to her extremities back and again, over and over. As the orgasmic waves shuddered throughout her body, Pam involuntarily quivered from head to toe. At the end of her explosive orgasm, she found herself exhausted, but dutifully kept meeting her Bull stroke for stroke so as to not interrupt his pleasure.

"Come here, honey.", Pam turned and said to Steve as her orgasm subsided and Rock continued to pump her ass. "You've held back and controlled yourself well. You deserve an early treat. I know how you get off from sucking my toes. I saw you looking just now. Get down there and suck my toes to reward yourself"

"Is that OK with you, baby?" Pam looked over her shoulder to ask Rock for his permission.

"Yeah, the boy's done well. He's also working double time to arrange our dates lately. He deserves a treat."

Dutifully, and thankful for the opportunity, Steve crossed the room, knelt on the bed by Pam's left foot and began sucking her toes as he alternated glances between the BBC anklet she wears at all times and the sight of Rock working her ass over with his 11-inch . Being this close to the action, the heat and smell from their bodies overwhelmed Steve's senses. He could think of no other place that he'd rather be than right here, right now, sucking his wife's toes as her Bull pumped her ass.

Without warning, Rock's tempo began to slow and become more controlled. Both Pam and Steve knew with eager anticipation that Rock was reaching his climax. To better position himself for his ultimate reward, Steve rose and lay back down on the king-sized bed head to toe beside his wife. To ensure that she climaxed with her Bull, Pam began frantically frigging her clit. Finally, Rock thrusted forward into Pam's ass with a force that would have slammed her into the headboard if it weren't for the powerful retraining force of Rock's large black hands on her white ass.

"Arrgghhhh!!" screamed Rock as he thrusted forward and pumped with explosive force his potent black seed deep into Pam's bowels.

"Oh shiiiittttt!! cried Pam as another powerful orgasm rippled through her body.

"Nut deep in my ass, baby!! Fill my gut with your black , baby!" shouted Pam lost in the throws of her orgasm and the unfathomable fulfillment of having pleased her Bull.

With each pulse of Rock's as he orgasmed, his massive showered Pam's bowels with squirt after squirt of this hot thick seed. Remaining as still as she could, Pam worked her ass muscles in time to Rock's pulses to ensure that milked every last drop of her Bull's pearl jam into her ass.

Slowly, withdrawing all eleven inches of his shiny thick -coated from Pam's ass, Rock looked down at Steve and commanded, "Get into position for your reward, boy."

Without hesitation, Steve slid under Pam's crotch as she remains on her hands and knees.

"Tell me what you want, honey. Tell me what you need more than anything" Pam requested of her husband with a stern tenderness.

"I need to eat your Bull's from your ass more than anything, honey. Please feed me your Bull's ." Steve pleaded with arousal.

Rocking back on the heels of her feet, Pam positioned her beautiful white -filled ass over her husband's mouth to feed him his reward. Kneeling beside Pam as she raised into position, Rock took hold of the back of Pam's head and pressed her mouth tightly against his to deeply and forcefully french kiss her. Squatting over Steve with her mouth locked with Rock's in deep french kiss, Pam began to work her ass muscles in effort to squeeze Rock's seed from her bowels into the hungry mouth of her husband.

As he awaited his reward, Steve's heat rate nearly doubled with excitement. At first sight of Rock's seed beginning to leak from his wife's ass, his stomach tumbled with butterflies. Opening his mouth wide, Steve let all of Rock's thick seed slowly drip from his wife's ass down his waiting tongue. Although Rock's seed was close to overfilling his mouth, Steve held wide to catch the last drop of this precious fluid.

Content that Pam had now squeezed all of Rock's seed into his his mouth, Steve slowly closed both his mouth and eyes to savor the salty sweet taste and the essence of the creamy from his wife's Bull. Finally, swallowing and ingesting Rock's seed, Steve lay lost in his thoughts in total contentment.

By ingesting his wife's Bull's seed from her ass, he was at that very moment one with both his hot wife and her virile Bull. This was his place. He was meant for this place. He was at home. He'd rather be nowhere else. He also knew there was nothing we would not do for the sake of his wife's relationship with her Bull.

That's 6 talkin'.

[AchillesHeel]

[AchillesHeel]

Chapter 2 : Jake & Jen went up a hill, but not before I got my fill.


So I woke up, still half dressed, on top of my covers, with dried all over my groin. It's a good thing it was Saturday or Mom might have come in to wake me up and gotten quite an eyeful. I tend to sleep pretty heavily, and even sleep through my alarm clock blasting for quite a while. Luckily I'd been left to sleep in.


Last night I had a plan and a scheme, but then Jen, my sister who had been the terror my life for at least the last two years, seduced me. She wore her cheerleader outfit, and gave me the innocent looks, then removed her top and sucked my . My plotting went out the window as my brain seized up, then she was riding my , and soon afterwards I was slamming between her splayed thighs. She'd had sex before, as had I, and we weren't full siblings, but it was so wrong and right all at once as I plastered the inside of her womb with my spunk.


Where do we go from here? I'd planned on asking Jen to somehow allow Jake to take some semi-nude photos of her, but could I still do that? Just the thought of it now made me jealous. Okay, so maybe I could add a new test to this. I've pretty much convinced myself that girls are susceptible to my influence, but what about guys? I couldn't a guy, but maybe I could trick one into it.


After plotting for a few hours, I called Jake and told him the plan was set. He would go to the top of Park Hill with a camera and hide out there at 10 PM. I told him I'd swiped Chad's cell phone and would text her instructions, and he would be in perfect position to take advantage of it. After hanging up with him I got up and ate a late breakfast alone while my mother and sister were outside talking and gardening. The day went by with some TV and chores. Life seemed normal, but I was anxious for tonight.


After lunch when mom went out to garden again, I told Jen the rest of my plan. "So, a little after ten Jake will be hiding out in the bushes atop Park Hill to take pictures of you with Chad, but Chad won't be there of course, but you need to give Jake a show anyway."


"Okay, then what?" she asked while blowing a bubble with her bubblegum.


"After you've given him a good show send me a text, and I'll call him. Even if his phone is set to vibrate, it should be loud enough to hear if you know it's coming. Then you'll get mad, fume about how Chad is late, and make him eat your pussy."


"Mmmm, sounds like fun," she purred.


"Ahhhh, but you didn't hear the best part," I smiled as Jen waited for the finale. I moved closer to her and put my hand on her leg, "I'm going with you, and before you go up the hill..." I slid my hand up her thigh, "I'm going to fill your hungry pussy up with a big..." I pushed my fingers up against her panties which were already getting wet, "sticky load of...", I pinched her hard clit through her panties and she squirmed and groaned before I whispered, " ." She shook, and came just a little I think, but I let her go and helped mom outside in the garden.


The rest of the afternoon was semi-normal, with both Jen and I teasing and playing, sometimes even being suggestive when mom wasn't looking. I was already getting quite horny by mid-afternoon, stayed good until a little before 9 o'clock when Jen told mom we were going out to see a movie. Mom was pretty tired and was headed to bed, just told us to be back by midnight. We agreed as we left and hopped in her car and tore off for Park Hill.


Jen drove, but we were both like eager kids, touching and groping, as we speed along in the dark. By the time we were almost to the park and pulled over into an empty road, I was bulging in my shorts while she was stroking me hard like she was using me as her shifter. Once the car stopped she bent over and instantly had my out of my pants and poking past her tonsils. I felt like I was ready to already, but I knew it was too soon.


"Get in the back," I said firmly, and Jen released me and squirmed between the seats into the back seat. I rose to follow, and even in the dark could see her pulling up her mini-skirt spreading her legs eagerly to receive me. It took all my willpower to not blow my load right then and there knowing she didn't wear panties for this occasion, but somehow I held it together and dove my face into that delectable pussy instead.


That shocked and surprised her, but much to her delight as my lips curled around her clitoris and my tongue flickered against it. My chin was soaked almost instantly from her spasming pussy as she groaned loud and hard and shook with a massive orgasm. That had given me the time I needed to control myself a little better, so when I stood as best I could in the backseat, and shoved my hard-on into her pliant soaking pussy I didn't instantly.


Jen was still wheezing from her orgasm as I began thrusting into her, sending her back into harsh, half-breathed grunts of pleasure. It was cramped, awkward, and very uncomfortable trying to find the right position in the backseat of her car, but that kind of added to the illicit excitement of the whole thing. It was the forbidden fruit that always tastes the sweetest they say, and plowing into my half-sisters pussy for my second time still held that sweet incestuous allure. She scraped and clung to my back and butt, while both of us were still essentially fully clothed.


Jen twisted to the side, allowing me to lie her down the length of her backseat, and I began really ing her with hard , fast, even brutal strokes. I was an animal as I clawed into her hips and swelled within her deaths. Moments later my semen jerked and shot hard out of my , being deposited deep into her womanhood, but even then I didn't let up, slamming her hard as each jet took me, jerking and shaking. I'm not sure if she came again, but she held me tight and whispered, "Stay inside me. You wouldn't want it to leak out too soon." I did stay in and on top of her for a few minutes, just savoring the feel, and kissing her softly.


After my one-eyed soldier withdrew from Jens soggy and open vagina, now soft and with a wet "plop", she pulled out a pair of panties from her purse and put them on, while still on her back. "Wouldn't want Jake to think I'm a , now would we?" I shrugged, then we got back to our seats and retook the road to the park. "Besides, I want to keep as much of you as I can inside, right?" She was right again.


Once there she got out and said, "Okay..." then blew a kiss to me, "Text you soon," and headed up the hill. I checked the time and it was just after ten. Jake should have already been here, but taken his bike and hid it up at the top with him, so there would be no cars coming or going. The park was technically closed after sundown, but young people were known to come here from time to time to "park". Luckily no other cars were here today. I sat and waited, and waited. It seemed to take forever, but at about 10:30 I got a text from Jen. "rdy".


Good, she was ready. I called Jake. It rang once and then it picked up. I heard his whispered voice, "Not now!", then he hung up. Well, I hope that was good enough. Nothing happened after that, and I started to fall asleep waiting, then the door opened and the light in the car coming on surprised me. It was Jen, all smiles, who jumped in the car and started driving us home. "So, ummmm, how did it go?"


"A gentleman never asks and a lady never tells," she teased and that was all I got on the ride home. I felt like crap. What had I done? I just pimped out my own sister after defiling her myself! And I couldn't even say it was an accident like the first time. This time was fully premeditated. This was getting out of control and obviously a really bad idea. What if it wasn't me at all, and just all girls fell in love with guys who had sex with them. Hormones are a very powerful thing, right? Was she now in love with Jake? My mind was fighting between curiosity and guilt, but she was just happily humming as we drove home.


We got to the house just before midnight and she hopped out and said, "Good night, and be quiet not to wake Mom. She has to work early tomorrow."

[Rogue]

"I'm having the most wonderful night, Rogue." The whisper of his Goddess.

"Me too, my goddess."

I was reading the latest two chapters with tearful eyes through the process, and I was deeply absorbed in it. The image of my Goddess in this "fireball" novel looks so vivid, and so real that it's kind of blurred the boundary of reality in my mind, like I was actually experiencing all these in the real life, and I wouldn't be able to narrate the story so lucidly and well even if I had experienced the whole thing myself. The Reverend Cully is such a talented and wonderful writer, to say the least.

Although I know everything in the story is imaginary, that will probably never come true in the real world, I still can't help but indulge myself in the romantic fantasy hoping the dream will last forever, or at least as long as I live... I'm just incorrigible

[Rogue]

Only pussies and assholes do cutting & pasting s. Everything Cully writes and posts on this website is authentic and original, you guys have nary room to talk about him tbh.

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Chapter Fourteen.

Rogue found the film interesting, though he spent most of the time taking in the scene as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. She remained at his side, her perfect substance and alluring scent filling his mind with all manner of conceived deeds, some honorable, others extreme, protracted and, yes, amazingly bathed in the "L" word tormenting him from the edges of their cocoon. She brought him out of his self imposed torment:

"Psst,,,,,,Roguey." 'Roguey?' Only one other person had ever referred to him in that vernacular. That goofy old bas Cully from his home Board, the NBA Forum.

"Psst..." He turned and found her staring straight into his eyes. 'Oh, Lord.'

"Look, Roguey, look who's driving me." Her eyes tracked his back to the screen where her character was being chauffeured to the premier of the motion picture "Psycho."

The driver turned and spoke, "Miss Leigh." It was Tommy.

Scarlett laid her right hand on Sir Hopkins left shoulder as he was seated in front of the couple. He turned slightly, softly nodded and patted her hand.

She sat back then and whispered to Rogue: "Tony insisted, it was his idea. This way Tommy will get his SAG card." Then without skipping a breath she nuzzled Rogue's cheek again and turned her attention back to the screen. 'Close your mouth, numb nuts. Okay, okay.'

As the ending credits rolled Rogue felt the presence of Shackelford before he saw the movement to his left. He'd moved to the end of the aisle and motioned for Rogue to remain. The lights came up, and a polite, though not overabundant applause broke out. It gathered steam quickly and was quite boisterous as in unison both the stars rose from their seats and acknowledged the tribute. It was then that Shackelford beckoned him forth. As Rogue moved in front of Scarlett, Sir Hopkins reached out for him. "A great pleasure, Mr. Smith. Good luck in your future writing."

"Thank you, Sir Hopkins."

"I'll see you soon, Roguey." She whispered into his ear as he made his way past. The crowd had risen by now, the applause sustained, making his departure easy and unobtrusive. He'd become invisible once again.

"We're moving, Tommy. Please?" Shackelford spoke into his headset and motioned for Rogue to follow him.

Tommy was holding the car door open as they emerged into the alley.

"All the way over, Mr. Smith, if you'd be so kind." Shackelford's voice holding the same professionalism he'd displayed from the get-go.

Tommy shut the door securely, spoke a few words with Shackelford before he returned thru the side exit, and Tommy got back in the front seat.

Tommy started the engine, hit the locks, then turned fully in his seat: "Rogue, how'd I look?"


Chapter Fifteen.

They'd taken station again a half block down from the theater. A second limousine had fallen in queue behind theirs.

"It's Hopkins's car." Rogue strained to look as the crowd had once again taken form outside Texas Theater.

"Here, Rogue, use these." Tommy handed him a pair of binoculars, nice ones. Rogue spied the scene.

"My goodness, Tommy I'm on top of them."

"Tommy, we'll be coming out in 3 minutes. Hopkins has insisted that Scarlett go last, so he'll pull around momentarily." Rogue could overhear Shackelford's chattered directives.

"We're ready, Jason."

The limo in back flashed it's lights then pulled around, stopping momentarily along side Tommy before continuing it's approach to the theater front. Rogue trained the binoculars back to the scene as the crowd surged forward in anticipation. "He is, he's coming out first, Tommy. These glasses are remarkable."

"Enjoy yourself, Rogue. I've seen it a 100 times."

Shackelford again: "He'll go quickly, Tommy, so you may begin. Also, it would be a nice touch if you'd assist outside. It's safe, right?"

"Absolutely, Jason." The limousine began it's approach.

"There she is, Rogue." Rogue set the glasses aside and watched as Scarlett emerged thru the doors escorted by Jason, Dallas PD officers and uniformed ushers toward the street. The going was slowed as she would stop, chat and sign for people.

The limousine came to a halt. "Rogue, you know to remain here, my friend?"

"Absolutely." Rogue respectfully mimicked her brother.

"I'll go and get her."

Rogue watched as it took an additional 10 minutes + to move her thru the crowd and into the limousine.

"Hi, Rogue!" She quickly moved over and grasped Rogue's hand. Shackelford leaned in as Tommy came around and took his seat.

"C'mon, Jason, you can ride with us." Scarlett waved him in.

"No, I'm going to stay back. Bill and I are going to get some drinks, maybe have an early breakfast. I think he feels bad for being testy earlier and wants to make it up. He made a nice profit this morning. He's a good guy. So I shall see you tomorrow, Miss Johansson. You were fabulous tonight. Just fantastic." He kissed her right hand.

"Mr. Smith, you have been a pleasure to host. Thank you, so much for being patient and agreeable. It meant a lot." He pointed at Rogue.

"Shackelford, it's been a trip for sure."

"Tommy, slow going back. Please. Surface streets, okay, for me?"

"Absolutely brother. Slow and easy."

"Good night, all. Tommy hit the locks." Shackelford exited and shut the door firmly. Tommy obeyed.

The interior of the limousine went dark as Scarlett immediately melted into Rogue's form.

"Just hold me for a little while, Rogue, please. I was so nervous coming out." Her voice was strained.

"Sure, baby." He'd exchanged the salutation and thankfully she'd either welcomed it, or, missed it.

As the limousine moved off her breathing quickly became steady and calm. Scarlett had fallen fast asleep in Rogue's arms. Her weight a constant and glorious reminder of his Goddess.

True to his word and guided by the gentle instruction of GPS Tommy made his way as the sun threatened to rise in Dallas.

"Hey, guys, how bout a fast food sto..."

"Tommy, she's sleeping." Rogue kindly hissed toward the front of the car.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Rogue." Tommy peered in the reflection of the mirror. "I'd forgotten how much these events take out of her. Here, I'll close the panel so she won't be disturbed." She snuggled closer into Rogue's form as the rear compartment was now black and near silent.

This time, in the black before the sun rose he was not alone with his dreams of her. No, this time, this time his Goddess, Rogue's Goddess lit the darkness.

[irishock]

Only pussies and assholes do cutting & pasting s. Everything Cully writes and posts on this website is authentic and original, you guys have nary room to talk about him tbh.

At this rate Thread will leave the site for 9 months per par and will be back either before the Playoffs or after the '14 Finals featuring the Spurs and the Heat II

[Katherine Robinson]

Dale, get this smut off the Internet and stop hiding my blood pressure medication.

[Rogue]

As the limousine moved off her breathing quickly became steady and calm. Scarlett had fallen fast asleep in Rogue's arms. Her weight a constant and glorious reminder of his Goddess.

I wouldn't be able to even breathe with my goddess sleeping in my arms tbh, and my heart would've also stopped beating as well. My chest would even feel the breath of hers, and I'd relax & soften by big fat belly as much as I could and make sure it was the most comfortable pillow she had ever laid her head on.

I'm curious to know what's gonna happen between me and my goddess, though I'm already well satisfied with the marvellous experience of the the past evening and night. I could die at this moment in a car crash without any regret, but I'll use my body as a shield to make sure my goddess will survive

[Thread]

I'm curious to know what's gonna happen between me and my goddess,

You're going to return to the Four Seasons, she'll bathe, you'll order room service, you'll recite "Goddess" to each other without need of the copy you each hold, then your Goddess will drop her eyes and speak to you, Rogue.

[N0 LyF3 ScRuB]

Thread the fact that you have like this from first person from a girls perspective makes you gay as lol

[irishock]

Thread's probably like 30 years senior of Rogue