Incest/Taboo Wayward Youth: Lust in the Hood

I remember the day well. Not the date, but just the events that transpired. I had recently been in a bit of a sexual slump since now that I knew Kelly wanted me, nobody else would do. I figured that since most teenage relationships are doomed to fail that all I needed to do was bide my time and her and DC would eventually have a falling out and I could swoop her up.

Still, as a young man with primal urges I felt the need to employ a slumpbuster and had recently been hooking up this new chick who had just started working at the pizza place with me. She was a pretty, young Afro-Caucasian honey named Danika.

Now Danika was no great beauty, but she did have a great personality which made her fun to hang out with and she was a very giving lover. She was a tad on the chubby side but I attributed this to her having had a baby in the last year. Besides, the extra weight was mostly centered in her butt and boobs so it was a boon to my enjoyment anyways. Dani sucked a mean dick and was even down for anal too. I enjoyed watching my dick plunging in and out of her mocha colored turdbox the few times I'd been back there.

I was supposed to have a "date" with Danika that day. We had made plans to go get something to eat and then maybe see a movie. I was so confident that the night would end in frenzied fucking That I had refrained from masturbating in order to be able to supply Danika with the big creamy loads she seemed to take joy in swallowing up.

About an hour before we were supposed to meet up though, Danika sent me a text message with a statement equivalent to a 'Dear John' letter. Something about how she had reconciled with her baby's daddy and they were getting back together; that she couldn't see me anymore.

"FUCK!" I bellowed out in frustration throwing my phone down on my bed. Well now what?

I decided I was just gonna get good and wasted and forget the whole thing. I started out by pounding a tall can of St. Ides which I had in the fridge and then took two three finger shots from the handle of Bacardi Gold I made sure to keep in stock. Soon the drinks were working their magic and I realized I was kind of bored. Not feeling like going anywhere, I called a few friends to see if anyone wanted to come over but got no takers. I knew I had to get out of the house or I'd sit there and stew and decided the best course of action would be to head out to one of two bars in town to try my luck at finding a slumpbuster for my slumpbuster.

On the way I ran into a kid named Davey who was friends with Tommy's brother Andy. As we walked along together Davey informed me that he had a half ounce of some killer hydro and encouraged me to come over to Andy & Tommy's place with him. "Fuck it, why not." I said, and it was decided.

On the way Davey asked if I could buy him a 40, and I obliged since he was willing to share his pot. I got another tallboy of St. Ides for myself and had finished the can as we walked the six blocks between the store and Tommy's place.

Now, I'm not a big guy, but I can definitely hold my own when it comes to alcohol. I was buzzing pretty good, but was still in fighting shape when we arrived at the house. Much to my delight, Tom's sister Donna had whipped up a batch of her signature jungle juice and the whole crew was getting bent. I had intended on jungle love and figured that jungle juice would be a suitable substitute. I took the cup from Donna's outstretched hand and took a long pull of the potent concoction.

"Damn Donna," I said, surprised I had slurred a bit. Then I complimented her efforts in the standard North Highlands manner of praise. "Good shit!" I said.

The next thing I knew I was waking up in Tommy's darkened room. I was laying on his couch in a puddle of my own drool. I wiped it away and wondered how I had ended up there. Outside I heard an explosion and saw a flash of light through the curtains and realized that everyone else must be outside, drunk as fuck, playing with fireworks. It sounded like fun but I was feeling too groggy to get up and join them right then.

I looked over to Tommy's bed and was surprised to see Kelly lying there sound asleep. Shit, she must've passed out too.

I gave myself the once over to make sure I hadn't inadvertently injured myself in a drunken stupor. Assured that I had not I stood and attempted to walk out but got hit with a mean case of the spins and laid down weakly on Tom's bed about a foot or so from Kelly to make another attempt at recovery.

I stretched my arms over my head and yawned massively as I tried to shake the funk off of me. When I brought my hands down however my right happened to land on Kelly's sleeping form.

Her body felt great. Warm and soft, my hand continued to wander down her torso until it landed square on her ass. I absently stroked at her ass allowing the wonderful contact to override the groggy, drunken feelings I was trying to shake off. I squeezed her cheek a couple of times and then ran my middle finger up and down her asscrack for good measure before greedily trying to palm both cheeks at the same time.

As I sit here writing this, I still can't believe that I had gotten that bold. Donna's jungle juice must have still had hold of me. I never was able to handle 151 too well. That shit is my kryptonite.

I never considered any of this that night though. All that was on my mind was that I was enjoying this and didn't want to stop. Somehow my oversexed mind helped me to rationalize the fact that I was fondling this unconscious young woman without her knowledge or consent. I told myself that she would be cool with it since we did this all the time anyways. She wanted me, she'd said so. I wanted her, and I'd said so. Why play games. Let's just do this.

I had begun stroking lower and was rubbing her pussy through the tight cloth shorts she had on. They were a pair of red low rise hip huggers that I had seen her wear before. Like anything she wore, they turned me on immensely.

As I continued to touch her and she continued to sleep soundly I began to grow emboldened. I sat up and returned to stroking her ass and lower back. A bright flash and loud pop outside pulled my attention away from her and when I looked back my hand had landed on her waistband. I stared at that strip of material. That line of demarcation between her public and private self where the gentle tan of her skin met the bright red of her garment. I thought lustfully about the treasures which awaited the daring adventurer bold enough to venture in.

I watched with rapt fascination as my fingers began slowly to navigate that border between the acceptable and the unacceptable, between flirtation and violation, not believing it was my hand, or my will causing it to go there.

My eyes traced back up the curve of her spine and settled on her face which was turned toward me. The peaceful expression on her slumbering countenance told me she dead to the world and undisturbed by my trespassing fingers. Her mouth was slightly agape and I looked at the pink inner spaces of her lovely mouth longingly.

I inched further in, all the time going as slowly and steadily as my quaking, drunken hands could manage so I was sure not to wake her. The feeling was electric when first I realized my fingers had made contact with her superb backside. Next thing I knew my palm was cupping her naked ass. I sat that way for a few minutes just enjoying the way her skin felt against mine. Then, I squeezed it to obtain a full measure of satisfaction, and drew a deep breath to steady my resolve.

My fingers began to edge to the right, creeping over her asscrack. I paused and took another deep breath. When my middle digit was over that equator which divided the two hemispheres of her otherworldly ass, I felt compelled to sink it in between her cheeks. Slowly and steadily it cut through her buttery flesh until the tight fabric of her shorts would allow it to go no further. With the very tip of my finger I could feel the warm and inviting cinnamon ring which was her asshole.

My cock was straining painfully against my Hilfiger jeans and I slowed my roll for a second while I considered taking it out. I was beginning to wake up a bit now and all of a sudden the faint voice of my conscience could be heard urging me to quit while I was ahead. But, the voice was small and almost unintelligible as though heard from underwater or in a wind tunnel. It was easy to shove aside.

I pumped my rod a couple of times through my baggy denims before wrangling the zipper down with one hand because I was unwilling to remove the other from where it rested between Kelly's pert buns. A few seconds spent foraging found my cock free of its confines and getting its first ever look around Tommy's bedroom. I gripped it and gave it a few slow strokes, up past the head, and slowly back down to the base. I could hardly believe I was here sat in Tommy's room fondling Kelly's wonderful ass while I stroked my cock, but it was definitely happening.

"Oh fuck yeah..." I moaned aloud as I gave myself another few tugs

I could hear talking outside, well away from Tommy's window, but the fireworks had ceased over the last few minutes. Some primal part of brain, certainly the one which had taken over at this point warned me to be a watchful hunter and guard my prey from the dogs who could come crashing through the door at any moment to spoil my feast.

I looked back down at her, my eyes focusing once again on her soft and sweet mouth. I desired it. I laid down on my back again, to be closer to her lovely face, of course never removing my hand from where it was.

In this position, I could hear her breathing lightly as air escaped her open mouth. My eyes traced the curves of her lips dozens of times until I was dizzy. It occurred to me that my naked dick was not more than a couple of feet from her open mouth. I thought back to the literally hundreds of times I had masturbated myself to a thick and creamy cum imagining Kelly fellating me. I realized then that this was the closest I had ever come, perhaps would ever come to having that dream come true. I laid there stroking myself, groping this sleeping girl, and listening cautiously for sounds to indicate that someone might be coming.

As the blood had long since rushed to my little head, my big one was not thinking so clearly, and I began to flirt with the idea of perhaps making that dream of marrying my dick to Kelly's mouth a reality. The self-reprimand I so desperately needed to prevent me from crossing that line never came, if indeed major lines had not already been crossed. I had to agree with myself that they had, and that only seemed to help in convincing me that I was too far committed to back out now. Instead, as I laid there staring into her closed eyes, alternating between them and her plush lips, I only considered the logistics of such a maneuver.

Surely she'd wake up, I reasoned. If not when I attempt to crawl up near her head than definitely at the rude intrusion of a cock into her mouth. She was only sleeping, she wasn't in a fuckin coma. Yep, I had to admit to my booze addled brain that her waking up would probably be the worst thing that could happen. That may cause her sound the alarm which would most likely result in me being beaten to death or worse by the half dozen or so of her close friends who were just outside. I never once considered the psychological trauma I could cause her if she woke up to such as scene. Damn, what an asshole I was.

But as the idea stewed. It began to grip me and soon I knew that I was going to do it. .

I removed my hand from Kelly's little red shorts and brought it up to my nose to inhale any lingering scent from her ass where my finger had now been for several minutes. To be honest, I was hoping for a bit of body odor. To smell that dank essence that made her a woman. To smell that bit of buttfunk which would make her human. Again though Kelly was in a class all her own. My hand smelt as clean and inviting as freshly washed linens. I drank it in.

Rolling over onto my side I placed the fragrant hand under my head so I could continue to enjoy her scent and brought the other towards her face. With my pointer finger, I gently traced around her lips amazed at their tenderness. It was in those few quiet moments that I subconsciously resolved to mouthfuck this sleeping beauty regardless of the consequences.

The next thing I knew my pants were around my ankles and my knees were around her head. I didn't know how I got into that position let alone how I did it so deftly to avoid waking her. What I did know however was that my raging boner was within inches of her open kisser and I could feel her warm breath on it.

I had hold of my johnson by the base and slowly, cautiously almost lowered the head until it smooched upon the corner of her mouth overlapping onto her cheek a bit. Realizing I had misgauged the length of my dong I scooted my knees back and dove down for another pass.

The swollen, sensitive head of my cock was now lodged between her silken lips and I sat there, for a good while, head back, mouth hanging open delighting in the amazing sensation.

My mind still screamed for more though and soon I proceeded with penetrating her mouth. I began to slip the head into her mouth in a slow and gentle manner, careful not to wake her up. As my dick continued in it frowned her mouth open ever wider. The wider her mouth opened, the further I allowed myself in. About an inch or so from my base, she made a slight gagging sound and I pulled back a bit, but not all the way out, freezing in terror.

It had to be about a minute I sat there, unsure what to do, listening cautiously for a response from her or chatter from the others. The situation was tense to be sure but I still could not get enough of seeing my dick in her mouth nonetheless. Still, I decided that face fucking her was probably a bad idea as I could easily go overboard and may get caught for it.

I instead decided to gingerly stroke my cock while allowing my head to be pampered by her soft and supple tongue and wet warm mouth. I figured, worst case scenario this would let me do my sordid deed without waking her, at best that I could cum across her tongue depositing my load deep into her mouth (perhaps directly down her throat), with her never noticing a thing.

My pleasure quickly built to the point where I figured I wouldn't last long, but just as soon, the copious amounts of alcohol I had consumed caused me to plateau. I won't call it whisky dick, since I was hard as obsidian but I certainly couldn't seem to cum either. Maybe it was whisky dick...

Regardless, I realized I hadn't heard fireworks in some time and even the talking had died down. I began to worry that the others may return soon and catch me in this compromising position. Worse still that I may not be able to finish and it would all be for nothing. I cursed Donna and her damned jungle juice for doing this to me, for hampering my virility and my judgement.

"I oughtta cum in her mouth. Bitch" I said in a low grunt to no one but myself and the snoozing young woman I was effectively molesting.

I had never thought about Donna in sexual way before that night though. Not because she was unattractive, but for some reason I just hadn't. However, in that moment I allowed myself the mental picture of my hand tightly gripping Donna's bouncy brunette curls as I fucked my dick into her assumedly repentant mouth.

With that image in my mind I felt my seed begin to boil up out of my balls and enter the pressure chamber.

"Ain't that a bitch...?" I thought with a small laugh as an immense irony dawned on me. That irony of course being that I had wanted Kelly so badly, that I had betrayed her trust to have my way with her. And then was only able to cum by thinking of someone else I had never considered a potential mate before. Men truly are dogs.

Irony or no, my body didn't know the difference and my mind had ceased to care. Mission control gave permission to blast off and then went offline. My next memory was of racing down colored trails of light as a chorus of angels sang blissful hymns and my seed coursed through my penis and into Kelly's sleeping mouth. I must have unloaded at least four hearty salvos of spunk before a sharp cough issued from Kelly's mouth. "Oh shit," I thought even as shot number five impacted her tonsils.

I rapidly pulled my dick out of her mouth and the sensation must have roused her. She began to stir and coughed loudly, ejecting some of my spunk from her mouth, before she swallowed the rest and then resumed coughing as she began to wake.

I jumped off the bed and had my pants up and fastened with the quickness. Kelly had quit coughing as I reached the door, and as I closed it behind me I heard her stutter out "g...g...Geee?" before eliciting a helpless moan. That was the last I heard though.

I didn't run into anyone exiting the house. Ted and Dutch were passed out per their usual and none of "the crew" seemed to be about. I exited the house and saw a group of people I guessed to be them down at the end of the block. They were grouped around two cars with flashing lights which I could only guess were cops who had come about the fireworks. I didn't want to get involved in that mix and exited stage left eager to get home, my mind a buzz with the reality of what I had just done.

I don't remember getting home that night, I only know that did and realized I was in my own bed, it was morning, and I heard a thumping sound. The thumping sound a couple more times in rapid succession. I realized someone was at the door.

Stumbling out of bed I did my best to shake off the sleep and the hangover which was my usual morning routine. Two more knocks landed on the door and I hollered out to whoever it ws to hold on a second. I took a deep breath and rubbed my eyes before looking down to ensure I was properly clothed for answering the door. Seeing that I was still clad in a t-shirt and boxers I ambled towards the door on weary legs feeling like crap and wondering why the hell someone had come to bug me this early.

I threw open the door about to give somebody holy hell but my breath stopped when I saw Kelly standing there. On her face was a look I had never seen before. Not the bright jovial look that usually played on her face, but a stern, mistrusting look that belied immense pain and confusion. She pushed past me into my living room and turned around crossing her arms across her chest. She stood there staring daggers into me. As I closed the door behind us the reality of what I had done last night came crashing home. "Oh fuck..." I mumbled out loud.

"Oh fuck is right, you asshole" Kelly screamed at me breaking into tears. "I know what you did you sick fuck."

She sobbed and said "son of a bitch..." in a low voice before beginning to cry openly.

I've heard a saying which goes "In the light of day, it's easy to see the light," and there on that bright morning I saw the hurt I had caused my friend. The trust I had betrayed which could never be forgotten if indeed it could ever even be forgiven. Which also seemed unlikely given her present demeanor.

"Oh my God, Kelly, I'm so sorry..." I managed as I became overwhelmed by emotion myself. I quickly closed the distance between us and enveloped her in a bear hug as I began to beg her forgiveness. Her arms were pinned beneath mine still preventing any closer contact but she did not make any sort of move to avoid my embrace or to extricate herself from it at that point.

"Please Kell, please don't be mad at me..." I groveled "I...I just don't know what came over me. You were so beautiful, and I had to have you.....and..."

Kelly's head dropped to my shoulder and she sobbed deeply. Unbeknownst to me, she must have been marshaling her strength because the next moment I was flung several feet away when her locked arms exploded from her chest breaking our embrace and knocking me off kilter.

"And so you raped me!" She yelled angrily "Is that it? I was so beautiful that you couldn't help raping me you mother fucker?!"

"No wait, it wasn't like that..." I said racking my brain for some defense suitable enough to get me out of the worst thing I'd ever done in my life.

"Oh really..." she said, now bawling, "tell me what is was like then!" I stammered and she approached me wildly swinging her arms alternately punching and slapping me while repeatedly saying "Tell me what it was like then."

She's probably laid into me a good dozen times or more before I got control of her arms. But she quickly twisted out of my grasp and I just stood there, breathless and ashamed, unsure what to say.

For her part Kelly was nowhere near done though. "If I'm so beautiful how come you can avoid raping me while I'm awake? Huh? Why don't you do it right now then." she growled angrily. "Huh, Big Man, do it now...!"

"No..." I begged, my heart rate quickening. I felt sick and faint. I leaned against the wall behind me to steady myself.

"Come on fucker...do it!" She insisted moving toward me again.

"Come on G! Do it! Fuck me now you lil bitch!" she screamed.

"No please..." I said from my sad and defensive posture on the wall.

"Why not..." She said bending in half to remove her slip on shoes. "Hmmm...WHY...NOT!" she said punctuating each of the last two works with a shoe flung at my head.

I put up my arms to deflect what I was sure was another round of hard slaps to come, but they never did. I looked at her in time to see her shirt rise over her bra covered tits before sailing in my direction.

"Go ahead, you wanted it so bad last night...do it, fuck me like you want to!" She said still a bawling mass of conflicting emotions. I felt as if I'd committed mortal sin and hell itself had swallowed me whole. Right then, I wished that it would have. Instead, I was left with Kelly who was continuing to disrobe while insisting that I fuck her and calling me every dirty word you could think of. I was looking down into this rageful, demonic face looking for any sign of the girl I knew, and finding none.

Finally she was down to just a pair of black silk bikini panties with adorable little bows holding them in place. She bounded over to me and stood screaming in my face her insistence that I take her right then.

Her fists were balled up at her sides as she railed on insisting that I finish what I started. As she continued to browbeat me I found myself noticing and appreciating her near nudity. Her gorgeous tits were bouncing in rhythm with each other as she yelled at me. I began to lose sight of what she was saying as I stared at them mesmerized. My eyes worked their way down to the smooth curve of her hips and settled on the flat expanse of black fabric that covered what was undoubtedly a bald pussy.

Firm pressure on my cock and nuts snapped me out of this visual overload. I looked down and realized she had grabbed me roughly by my package. I looked up into her face, and as a single tear trickled down her left cheek she looked me dead in my eyes and said in a quiet even voice, "I knew it..."

I stood there stalk still not wanting to provoke her anger while she held onto my pride and joy.

She stared at my crotch with an uncertain look on her face for just a fraction of a second before reaching in with her other hand to unsheathe my fully engorged cock. No sooner had she done this than she bent in half, dipped her head down, and skillfully swallowed more than half my shaft all in one fluid motion.

My eyes bugged out and I exhaled deeply as I realized that Kelly was giving me a blowjob of her own free but vengeful will. At the same time she was busy reaching behind herself to strip off her underwear and step out of them. I marveled at her coordination. As the fabric gave way to that wonderful butt I had been stroking just hours before, I marveled at that instead.

She bobbed her head back and forth diligently on my dong until I was just beginning to get into it. No sooner had I closed my eyes though when she stopped and I felt her stand up. My eyes clicked open and she was standing before me with her hands on her hips giving me a very disdainful look. Still, I noticed a hint of playfulness in her eyes that said she wasn't entirely committed to it. At the time however I was very much on my guard and wasn't taking anything for granted.

"Is that what you wanted?" She asked, bouncing from foot to foot "Is that why you used me fucker? So you could get your lil nut off?"

I stood there shaking my head mouthing the word "no" over and over again, unsure what she wanted to hear. My mind couldn't process what was taking place here but I was beginning to have to admit to myself that I was enjoying her abuse on a sexual level. Now, I had never been into B&D or S&M or any of those crazy torture fetishes, but for some reason, the humiliation felt great. It was actually liberating somehow even though I hadn't really had time to assess what had happened or feel guilty about what I had done.

"Answer me...damn it" She said gripping me by the base of my shaft. I looked into her blue eyes and her body language seemed to suggest she was now in a more righteously indignant mood than the scorned and abused condition she had arrived in. Her hand squeezing my nuts and lower bone had the effect of welling up a huge glob of precum on the tip of my cockhead. I realized we were both staring down at it waiting for it to flow down my shaft, but it didn't. It stood firm, mocking us, as if time itself also stood still.

"Answer me..." she said, a definite smile breaking over her face this time. I was relieved to see it. I would've answered anything she wanted.

"Yes," I admitted, the word flowing out like a heavy sigh

"Yes what..." she demanded

"Yes, I used you to get my nut off...and I'm sorry. Kelly....I'm sorry.

She looked at me, an odd smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Uh huh...," she said with small nod. Then she swiftly dipped down again like a bird of prey and captured my trouser trout in her impressive mouth adeptly licking the standing drop off my head before following through all the way to the root. She worked her head back and forth a few times building up a good lather, and I could feel more cum rushing up and out of my glans as she plied her talents.

She pulled off once again wiping at the corners of her mouth. I looked into her eyes and saw a fire, a feistiness in them. I smiled at her.

She smiled back at me never opening her mouth and came closer. She raked her fingers through my hair, something I had previously admitted to her that I loved. I broke into a small goofy grin as I enjoyed her touch.

Her other hand which had been inching its way up my chest suddenly popped up and caught me by either side of my jowls forcing my mouth open. In that instant she reeled back a few inches and spat out a huge glob of saliva and my semen which landed square in my unsuspecting mouth.

"How does it feel fucker....." She snarled, her original rage returning.

"Oh hell naw." I thought, standing there momentarily stunned. "Did this bitch really just spit some jizz back in my mouth? Like some snowball shit....? Oh hell naw. Bout to get this bitch."

I lunged forward towards her. My hand landed on her chest and I ended up knocking her back onto her ass. Thankfully she only landed on my plush carpet. I followed her down and she opened her legs to accommodate me above her.

With my cock resting on top of her clit I placed a hand on her neck and applied gentle pressure. She only looked at me, her eyes getting bigger. All of a sudden she had nothing more to say.

"So that's what you want then, eh bitch...?" I asked teasingly, mockingly. "You wanna get owned, don't you Kelly?" She gave a small nod to indicate her agreement

I bellowed out a sinister laugh, enjoying this role reversal. I guess in BDSM terms you'd call me a bit of a switch.

Still applying pressure to Kelly's throat, I hawked up a big loogie. She had to know what was coming. I had long since swallowed the plug of semen she had spat into my mouth but that along with some other shit in my lungs came firing out of my mouth and landed square on her pretty little freckled face. She laid there wide eyed and gasping. I started to wonder if I had perhaps gone too far when I felt her rock her hips up so that her narrow slit was rubbing along my cockshaft. I could feel her viscous lubricatory fluids coating both our genitals in anticipation of the main event.

Her pussy seemed small, almost uncannily so for a grown woman of 18 years old. Not that it appeared underdeveloped, just underutilized perhaps, which made me wonder what DC was really packin. Lo siento, hermano...no chorizo. Ha!

She fucked her hips back at me once again, her dewy snatch kissing along the vein of my cock. I was so hard it hurt and was definitely ready to drive it home all the way till I bottomed out inside of her.

I let go of her throat, her true and full cooperation was needed before my sober self would even consider what my drunk ass had so willfully and wantonly done last night. In a forceful tone however I asked her "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, you nasty motherfucker. Just do it already." She mewled almost incoherently. Cock drunk I think you call it. Kelly was grinding her baby snatch on my rigid manstick and she was fuckin cock drunk for my shit. In-fucking-credible! That was certainly all the encouragement I needed.

Whipping off my t-shirt, I lined up with her cooch and was surprised when that miniscule looking snatch sucked me in expertly. She invited me deep inside her and invited me to a level of pleasure I'd never before known. Forget adjectives like silky, smooth, velvety, plush, juicy, all of em. None could properly portray that which I was into because Kelly's pussy provided a sensation all her own. It was everything I had ever hoped for in a fuck. Not just from her but from anyone. In the many sexual encounters I have had since none has ever elicited this sort of tactile response in me. Though I do keep searching.

I began to really slam my hips home fucking her like it was the last piece of tail I'd ever get. She was slamming back against me with just as much gusto. There were a lot of pent up feelings being expressed here on my living room floor. Feelings that had been building for almost a year's time and were voicing themselves from a place of anger and frustration. It seemed that sexual frustration also played a large part for us both.

Kelly pulled me down so our torsos were touching and attacked my lips with hers. Soon our tongues were swirling around in each other's mouths as we kissed hungrily. I held her to me with my arms behind her back pulling her into the strongest bear hug I could manage. This had the effect of contorting her body to the point where my cock was driving straight into and out of her cooze. My quick sawing motions seemed to push her over the edge and right before Kelly lost control she warned me "Don't get me pregnant. DC will be pissed!"

"Awwww....oh fuuuccckk.." I chattered withdrawing from her only after my first squirt of babyjuice had entered her. She didn't seem to notice. The remaining spurts covered her stomach and chest in a random swirl of gooey blobs. She looked like a modern art masterpiece.

We sat there collecting our breath and catching our thoughts for a brief few seconds before I collapsed limply on her. I could feel my seed searing into both of us, but as usual, I didn't mind. I kissed her neck and then her cheek, and then her lips. Before kissing her eyeball right in the middle of where I had spat. She hadn't yet wiped it away. She was a good sub like that.

Feeling an odd sensation between us I realized I was still rock hard inside of her. I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back.

"Wanna go again?" I asked, hoping she did.

"Yeah...but..." She paused.

"But what...?" I asked, suddenly eager to appease.

"You have to make love to me this time. Not just fuck me. Promise?"

I looked into her eyes, this time there was no spite, no anger, no freewheeling girl who had a happy go lucky attitude toward life. Just a real woman, wanting, no, needing to be loved and asking for me to be the one to do it. Who was I to not oblige her?

I smiled broadly and replied "I'd like that..."

I stood and lifted her from the floor and we walked back to my bedroom before commencing round two. This time it was slow and unhurried. We took the time to explore each other's bodies and satisfy each other's desires like lovers would. This was me and Kelly finally connecting the way we had both always wanted to.

I suppose I could take you through all the "ins and outs" of that particular romp as well, but suffice it to say that were it a movie, a porno, you'd be kind of bored with it. Honestly. Lots of sweet kissing and tender caressing punctuated with unchoreographed positional reversals. Her on top, me on top. Her on all fours, me behind her. It ended that time with me cumming in her mouth while she was awake and willing. Things had come full circle. I fell asleep with her cuddled in my arms, my heart content.

I awoke about two hours later. Kelly was nowhere to be seen initially and I almost called out to her before she walked in and stood over me in the bed. She was fully clothed and smoking one of the joints I kept ready to go on a nearby ashtray.

"Hey...." I flirted lazily "You wanna go get something to eat?"

"No, I got to go." She said very matter-of-factly "DC's on his way to pick me up right now."

Wait. What? Her words struck me like a 20lb sledgehammer. I wondered what had happened, what had changed. Why had she resumed this melancholy attitude after we had seemingly made up so well?

"Wait...DC is coming here?" I asked her

She exhaled deeply and rolled her eyes like answering me was a chore before nodding yes. I climbed into the nearest pair of pants with both legs at once, popped on a clean t-shirt from a nearby drawer, and threw a hat over my head to disguise my mussed up hair.

Kelly had already taken the time to properly compose herself and looked no worse for the wear.

Once dressed I looked at her again, trying to make sense of this all. I guess my eyes begged an explanation because she began to give one under their insistent glare.

"Look G, I'm sorry, but I'm with DC." she explained earnestly but coldly "We needed this time together, you and me, but I can't hurt him. That isn't fair. And besides, how do I know I could ever trust you after last night?"

Ouch, that one hurt. Her trust in me was destroyed. Anything we'd ever had or could've had together, I realized, was gone. And I was to blame. I would never know the magic of her touch again.

I had no idea it would get worse still.

"Ya know, also..." she continued "I don't think it's a good idea that we hang out anymore. I don't know that we can control ourselves around each other. You definitely not, and...well...me either. I came over here ready to give you a ration of shit for...basically raping me, and we end up fucking each other's brains out? How is that sane?"

She did have a good point but still the thought of it was breaking my heart. I tried to find the right words but they wouldn't come. It didn't matter anyway. I heard that supercharged Hemi I knew so well roar onto the cul de sac in front of my building and knew that her carriage awaited. She turned and walked away without another word exchanged between us.

I made eye contact with DC and gave him a head nod. He only eyed me suspiciously and sat there behind the wheel sizing me up. I gave him my best "play dumb" face like I didn't know how, why, or what his girl was doing here. I must be good at looking ignorant because if he suspected anything was amiss, he never broached the issue with me. He waited until she had closed the door and then hastily sped off bumping a Kool Keith song that was rattling the woofer in his trunk.

Something told me that he and I weren't so cool anymore. I decided that I should avoid going to Tommy's for a while in order to let things blow over between us. But as I sat there and mulled it over, how would I deal with Kelly in that setting now. Naw, somebody would get wise to the fact that we didn't get along anymore, or that there was weirdness between us. I figured there was no sense risking it if I just made her uncomfortable anyways.

The successive days blended into weeks and then months. Without Kelly's charming personality lighting up my dreary little world, North Highlands had become very gray indeed.

I felt small for what I had done and realized that I had fucked up big time. I got depressed and started listening to Counting Crows to feel less sad. Pathetic right? Well, whether or not you agree the truth is that I had gotten to a sad place, and I had almost paid dearly for the errors of my ways. I resolved to make a change.

Back home one of my high school buddies had just joined the military and I figured that that didn't sound like too bad of an idea. Good pay, a chance for a positive future, and a ticket out of this lonely, pessimistic corner of the asshole of California which I presently found myself in. To be honest, I couldn't even remember how or why I had arrived here. I just kind of landed in a ditch and that was that.

So I joined the military. It wouldn't have been my first choice in life, but low and behold, it worked out. I didn't get killed in Iraq and I actually got to attend college. Who would've ever thought that my narrow ass would wind up a college graduate? Not me, that's for sure.

I'm now married to a wonderful woman (a sexy blonde with green eyes you may have read about), with a kid on the way, and a great career that I really love. But sometimes when I'm alone, say away from home on a photo shoot in Europe somewhere, I sit and think of what could have been and also of what wouldn't have been if I hadn't done what I did to Kelly. Sometimes the enormity of the decision and the rippling consequences draws the breath right out of me. I suppose in the end it was really all for the best.

But Kelly, if you're out there reading this, I want you to know how deeply I regret everything that happened, even after all these years. I also want you to know that I would still be yours in an instant if only you'd ask. All I can do is commit that prayer to the heavens as I press send to submit this story.​