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Only in his demented mind could that have made any sense. Hes obsession was all encompasing. True his pressence was overwhelming to most women. He was looked upon by many as ethereal. To her, he was only intimadating. She never felt comfortable under his stare. He did not gaze or glance - when they were in a room together he openly stared at her. His attention toward her was blantant and unwanted. Being who he was most people chose to ignore the situation. Taylor, her boyfriend, was the only one whom she felt protected by. As long as Taylor was by her side she felt safe. Inumerable occasions his overt staring had un-nerved her to no end. So much so that she would plead with Taylor to leave, take her away from his steady glare. Many times Taylor would look on in exasperation and give in with defeat. Sure he had spoken to his brother. Hell, there had even been a few punches thrown over the jealousy, but still he would not desist in his pursuits. He wanted her and it was obvious to everyone, only she did not want him, but he refused to see that. Many an evening Taylor spent trying to console her, put her mind at ease that he would never give up on their relationship. He would never let Zac come between them, and he would most certainly never let Him get his hands on Cheriece. Occasions where the whole family gathered were the worst for Cheriece. He always seemed to be able to corner her somehow. He would never touch her though. He would stand close to her, so close she could feel the heat of his body. He would hold her captive by placing a hand on either side of her, mere inches from her body. He would lean forward with a leering lopsided grin and whisper into her ear. Body stiff in fright, fists curled in tight balls, arms crossed over her chest as if to protect herself, he would lean into her and let the assult flow from his swollen lips. She would try her best to block him out by turning her head away and clenching her eyes shut. It never worked. He would continualy hiss in her ear until he would hear someone approach, then he would blow in her ear and quickly beat a retreat upstairs where she was sure he would always jack off. She had told Taylor about these little encounters, and he had tried his best to keep her at his side to prevent them, but it was always inevitable that for some reason or another she would be seperated from Taylor. Zac never seemed to be noticed as he slipped away from the family in pursuit of her. He always managed to catch up with her and trap her somehow.
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Those were the moments he lived for. It was then that he would confess to her of his lusts of her. He would whisper in her ear of all the things he longed to do to her. She wouldn't show it outwardly - but he felt like it was just as much a turn on for her as it was for him. The torture of not touching her when he was so close to her only heightened the sensations. Her little breathy wimpers never failed to send his hard cock into blissful spasms. It always surprized him how long he could hold off and not cum, not take her right there, but he wanted more than just a quick fuck. The things he longed to do to her took time, and plenty of it. He was satisfied for now with the statis quo in their little arrangement. He would stand by watching the farce put on by she and Taylor for the world. Then when they got time to be alone he would go to her. She verily begged him to follow he thought. Then when they were alone he would tell her what he had been thinking about her until someone always came in and ruined the magic spell they shared. Frustreated with lack of time alone with her he would race up the stairs to the bathroom and get his hurried release as he ran over in his mind the way she looked and smelled and sounded when he whispered to her. The relief was always brief. He could never get enough of her. Someday he would get brave and finally do the right thing. He would rescue her from Taylor and they would be together at last. "Soon love, soon Cher. I promise. Soon you will be mine."
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They were at Isaacs house for his second daughters third birthday. Jackie, his wife had invited everyone to come and use the pool on such a hot day. It was a wonderfuly happy occasion for everyone, except Cheriece. Extremely self concious of her body in a swimsuit infront of Zac, she opted to wear the one that covered her the most. Still it didn't seem to be enough. Zac was nearly drooling over her, a raging hardon barely being disguised by the towel on his lap. She clug to Taylor in earnest fear. He did everything he could to ease her mind and distract her from his leering letch of a brother. Surprizingly enough she was not accousted by him, not even when she slipped away from the festivities for a moment to use the bathroom. As she made her way back to the pool she steeled herself for his inevitable encounter. When it did not occur, she felt emboldened. A slight sense of relief washed over her. Perhaps he had come to his sneses and realized that she simply was not interested. Maybe he would bother her no more. For once she actually enjoyed the rest of the evening. Even when he did continue to stare at her, she shrugged it off like a damp shirt. Finally she felft more in control. Taylor noticed her change in attitude and commented to her on it in private. They sat snuggled together on a chez on the far corner of the pool deck watching the kids have fun in the water. "You're in a better mood, wanna tell me about it?" he questioned her with a warm smile. She grinned at him. "I feel great tonight. I think maybe he has given up finaly." He looked at her in doubt. "Don't underestimate Zac. He's a lot smarter than most think. He is very tricky. He lives to play mind games." She let a breathy sigh leave her lungs. "Honey, don't worry, I really do think it will be ok now. He probably realized I don't want him, and if he didn't, then he can bite me!" She snickered. He laughed with her and embraced her, happy over her new attitude. Little did they know that behind them, just around the corner, Zac stood stroking his stiff cock. He could hear every word. This set of events he found a pleasant turn. He took it as a sign, a sign that she was ready for him to take over now. Now he would rescue her from the mundane existence she plodded through with his brother. He could see she didn't love Taylor, she was only placating him, bidding her time until Zac was ready to take her away. Now he was ready and started to form a plan, the more he thought the faster his fist worked his shaft. But when he heard her say those words, he could no longer hold back. Miliseconds after she spoke them his balls tightened and a powerful wave gripped him. He came, he came hard. Breathless he let his dick soften as he leaned against the tree letting her words echo in his brain... "He can bite me." He couldn't force the grin from his face as he tucked himself back into his swim trunks. "Oh I will Cher, I will."
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Over the next week Zac was seemingly in seclusion. He had even waved off studio work with the excuse of tending to personal matters. Taylor and Cheriece had their own conclusions that he was feeling wounded about her rejection, he would learn to get through it and return eventually. What they didn't know was that Zac was doing exactly what he had said. He had been spending his time quickly trying to ready his house in preperations of Cheriece's arrival. For her, he wanted everything to be perfect. He didn't want any slip ups for fear it would cost him his prize. HER. A peaceful produtive week passed virtually stress free for Taylor and Cheriece. They dedcided, if Zac could take some time off this week, they could at least afford a long weekend next week. Plans were laid out and set into motion for a long weekend at a Bed and Breakfast Inn. The afternoon they were to head out, Taylor was called back to the studio to lay down some backing tracks. Making promises to meet Cheriece there, Taylor bid her farewell with a sweet kiss and they parted ways. Cheriece headed back to their apartment. Packed and ready to go, she double checked all the nececaries and locked the door. Heavy suitcase in hand she neared her car. It was dark and foreboding in the parking garage. She shrugged it off and unlocked her car with her keychain remote. Setting her bag down she opened the trunk to deposit the cargo. Her eyes grew wide and a scream was stifled by a huge gloved hand over her mouth. A strong arm wrapped around her body and held her tight. With every ounce of fight she struggled against the large muscular body behind her. Quick as lightning he shoved her into the trunk and shut it before she knew what was happening. Screaming for all her worth she heard him retract the keys from the trunk lock. Felt the bounce of the car as he threw her heavy suitcase in the car. She shuddered with defeat when she felt the shift of weight in the car and it roared to life. She had been violated already. And nobody would even know she were missing until late tonight, by then it may be too late. Sobs wracked her frail body. To her, she was as good as dead.
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Entombed, her mind began to whirl. What kind of a crazed psychotic had abducted her? What ways would he torture her before he savagely slit her throat? Incomprehensible hopelessness overtook her. Her body wracked with silent mournful sobs her mind shut off in a defense mechanism. Jostled and bounced she paid no attention to the speeding car as it hugged corners and climbed hills. All prayers sent for salvation held doubts of realization. Fears grip exhausted her and falsely knocked her into fitful sleep. The mind of her captuer meanwhile was very much alive and ticking away in calculations. Twinkling eyes hiding behind large lensed dark glasses, his grin revealed his pleasure to all that surveyed him. If only they had but known the secret he was hiding as he met them speeding down the highway, they would not have mistaken the grin of satisfaction for the reality of his maniacal twisted deviousness. With a childish giddy glee he lept from the car. Shutting the door of the building he had pulled into to hide away his precious prize he made a mental note that she was silent. Assuming all was well within, he turned with a shrug and prepared for her unveiling. He entered the silence of the sterile white room and removed his coat and shoes, setting them neatly aside. In stocking feet, he padded off to retrieve his needed items and change. The stopped motion and silence stired her from slumber. Eyes darting within the blackness searched for a hint of escape. None to be found her mind clicked off again. What use would it be to scream her fool head off? Surely he had taken her to some remote area to have his way with her only then to do away with her. Defeat set like concrete in her throat. She gave up to her sobbing cries of woe. He neared the car with impliments in hand. She would be so proud of him, he had set everything up just the way he knew she would like. They would be so happy together. Pushing down his sappy lovesickness he approached the trunk of the car. Key in hand he readied his other with the hood. Leaning his shoulder against the car he unlocked it and sure enough, he felt her tiny efforts to escape prematurely. He would have none of that. Leaving the key in place, with lightning speed he lifted the lid, captured her tiny body beneath his own, and slipped the hood over her head. He climbed into the cramped space of the trunk and straddled her to place the bindings on. Her struggles excited him and he was impatient to get her settled in her new surroundings. He climbed off her and stepped out to the floor. She writhed in vain as he slid her body over his shoulder. He neared the steps to the inner door and gently placed her on the floor. She shimmied away from him, trying to back herself as far away as she could get in her limited mobility. He closed the trunk and pocketed the keys. Opening the back door of the car, he hefted her suitcase out and set it just inside the open inner door. He closed the car door after locking it and turned his attention back towards her. She was a pitiful sight, cowering in the corner that she had managed to slink off into. Her chest heaving and hood askew, now only being kept on by the gag. He bent to her and whispered reasurance. Her body stiffened when she recognized the voice. He took delight in that fact, then hauled her over his shoulder once more and entered the sparse white room. Shutting the door behind him with his foot he set off in the direction of her room. Now would begin the adventure of their togetherness.
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Despite the binding duct tape, she managed to squirm an awful lot. He got her to the bed and lay her down gently. Sitting astride her hips, with one foot on each of her thighs, he unsheathed the knife at his hip. He spoke softly in her ear behind the black hood he had placed there earlier. "I'm not going to hurt you... if you co-operate." He then leaned into her and grasped her wrists to pull them above her head. He brought one handcuff from the headboard down and captured a wrist. Slit open the sticky grey tape and repeated his action. Now with both of her hands firmly secure, he felt better, and started to get excited. As he moved down her body to place her ankles in restraints, he quickly whisked off the ski mask he had been wearing. His face flushed and breath heavy from excitement he rose from the bed. He stood next to her and fingered the delicate gold necklace around her supple neck. An obvious sign of affection that had been placed there by a loved one. He sneered, then yanked it from her body. She jerked in fright, her body heaving in desperation to gain air. He left her there as she trembled. He left the room headed to the kitchen to carry back the suit case that she had previously packed. Silently he set it next to the door of her bedroom as he watched her. Even with the hood on she cast her side to side as if she were searching. Shaking his head he left her once more as he headed off toward the bathroom. He was hot and sweaty, he needed a shower. She could hear the water running in the distance and hoped that he was going to leave her alone for a while. What kind of a nitemare had she stumbled into? Why would he want to do this to her? What had she ever done to him? The questions fired from her addled mind. Each one being shot down before she could answer it. She had a multitude of questions, and not one answer. She felt the situation so hopeless, she slipped down the drain of dispair. The only thing left for her to do was pray that he was not as mentaly derranged as she feared. Maybe he would let her go and she could find a way to escape. She lay in her dark prison chocking on sobs as the gag and hood made it difficult for her to breath. Won't somebody save her? Anybody...?
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Clinging to the last shreads of hope in her heart, she listened. She listened for other voices, or if he would talk to himself, or for any indication as to what her fate was next to behold. It all sounded so ordinary it was sureal. She could hear him singing in the shower. Never before had she cringed at his voice so. Now it seemed a foreboding omen as to what would become of her. He was singing an insipid little gruesome childrens song. "The worms crawl in the worms crawl out..." She shuddered in the thoughts of it. Before long his song changed, and for that she was grateful. The water shut off and then she could hear him humming instead, she figured he must be brushing his teeth from the sounds of it. Nice of her tormenter to have such wonderful dental hygene... the thought to her seemed absurd. Then the song ended and she strained for more information as to what he was up to. It didn't take long for her to find out. He told her. "Well, now that I'm all nice and clean, let's see what we can do for you shall we?" His insincere syrupy sweet voice made her gag. She did her best to stifle the wimpers in her throat as he began to bustle about the room. She heard the soft slosh of water in a basin and a wash cloth being rung out. She felt a towel laid against her bare arm. A weight on the bed as he reached over her and gently pried off the stubborn duct tape from her wrists and ankles. She stiffened when she realized that he was not going to release her, but he was now cutting her clothes away from her body! "Relax baby, we wouldn't want you to get hurt on this big old blade now would we?" His words oozed to her. She had all she could do to barely shake her head in response. He pulled the bits and remains of fabric from her body and began to wash her of the grime that coated her from her stint in the trunk. He labored on the areas left sticky from the tough silver adhesive that had bound her ankles and wrists before the handcuffs. He even managed to wriggle the hood from her face some still leaving the gag inplace. Then he tied on a blindfold of some sort under the hood, only then did he remove the hood alltogether. Her confusion mounted when he merely covered her with a velvety soft blanket and left the room to dispose of the paraphenelia he had accumulated in the interim of her terror filled past hours. She felt him return to the room, and from the edges of her new blindfold she saw the light doused. Uneasyness gripped at her heart as she felt his weight next to her on the bed. She cringed as she felt him snuggle up next to her. Curling his body around her restrained one, like a cat under the blanket. The whole of her being ached with want of fredom from his naked flesh draped over her. "Good night my love." He whispered in the dark against her ear. He nuzzled into her shoulder and dropped off into sleep despite her convulsing sobs that wracked her body in defeat.
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Exhaustion must have won her battle for she awoke as a sliver of fear snaked its way through to her heart. "Morning shunshine." He snickered when he felt her body stiffen at the sound of his voice. He was loving the control he held over her finally. It was such a power trip. The only thing he was sorry about was that he hadn't done it sooner. He kissed her cheek sweetly. She tore her head away from him in disgust. He grabbed her chin and yanked it back to face him. "Do NOT get an attitude with me woman." He warned. Nearly imperceptively she nodded her defeat. "Good girl." He patronized, a sneer erupting on his twisted lips. His hand left her chin and passed slowly over her body. He savored the fear he could feel radiating from her body. When his fingers roughly twisted at her nipples she wimpered in pain. He only chuckled before he told her. "Get used to that, I have so much more in mind." Her tears began in earnest for the day, realization set in, he was going to torture her physically. Heaven help her. He waste no time in her torment either. He leaned over her body and she heard a drawer slide open. Something cold tickled over her hip and across her tender belly before a snap of leather stung her inner thigh. A muffled scream accompanied her rigid body. He answered her with a maniacle laugh and yet another strike, this time against her ribs under her left breast. She screamed louder, but was bliss to his ears. He let loose the most evil sounding of snickers each new time he he would apply the small leather strap to her fragile flesh. Her ankles and wrists struggled against the restraints. She could feel the blood trickle down her arms as her head thrashed back and forth trying to escape the pain. Suddenly he was still. He sat above her panting in glee at the sight of her body beneath him. He watched the blood flow from her wrist with gleeming eyes. "Mmm..." She heard from him as he leaned over her. Then she felt his tongue wash over the wound as he lapped up her red life essence. She cringed in disgust but dared not show him in fear of his retaliation he had warned her of. "You taste so sweet. I wonder if you taste just as good everywhere." She cowered at that thought, not knowing exactly what he meant by that but fearing the worst none the less. Just when she thought the pain could get no worse, he proved her wrong. He bit her nipple to the point of drawing blood and sucked on the new wound. She passed out from the intensity of the pain. Her unconciousness was no haven for long. He wouldn't allow it. He woke her with several slaps to the face until she came to. "Don't be such a pussy. You can take more than that, I know you can. Don't disappoint me Cheriece." Her sobs did little to hinder him in his pursuits of her pain. They only edged him on. Quickly the blindfold was yanked from her eyes and torn away from her head too were more than a few strands of hair caught up in the knot that had held it fast. She blinked her sore bloodshot eyes in the bright light. When her eyes did adjust and focus she clenched them tightly wishing for the blindfold again. "Open 'em. NOW!" She obeyed reluctantly. She was met again with the sight that made her close them the first time. He loomed above her. Shadows in his eyes and blood was streaked over his mouth. His blonde hair darkened with sweat from his efforts. He leered at her. "You are mine to do as I want with. Do you understand that?" Her eyes darted to and fro trying to avoid his steely glare. When she tried to turn her head away from him he became enraged. Yanking her head back by a fistfull of hair he forced her to meet his eyes. "I warned you. I won't tell you again. Do you understand?" Eyes wide in fear as tears poured freely from them she shook her head. She didn't want to do anything to make him angry. She couldn't trust him not to do the unspeakable to her... she just couldn't.
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Her tears were given free reign now for she had lost the last shread of hope in her. He was truly deranged and she berated herself for not noticing it sooner. In her mind her mantra did little to ease her fright. She was certain that now he would torture her until her death and maybe even then some. Through her haze she vaguely registered some of the crazy things he was whispering under his breath as he found new ways to bring pain to her battered body. Strange things that made no sense at all. Mentions of having to thank his brother for his new found freedom. Utterances of putting to music the thrill of this release. Still some of the words from his mouth were incoherant completely. She was now positive that his sanity had slipped away entirely and he would be bringing hers along for the ride as well before he killed her for the ultimate thrill to be sought by a madman. The pain unbearable she had no choice but to endure it for there was no escape. Each new blow sent her own sanity closer to the edge of oblivian. For hours he pushed the endurance of his physical strength. Several times she passed out from the reeling pain that brought him so much pleasure. Each time he would bring her back around and scoff at her inabilities to cope with his 'loving' touches. She could tell he was sexualy aroused by the power he held over her and she dreaded the rape that she felt was eminate. As day began to pass into evening she knew for certain all of her fears were to be realized. It all began with an oddly calm kiss. He kissed her mouth almost gently. When he looked in her eyes she could almost see the question in them that asked of her why she had not kissed him back. That was the only time he let his composure slip infront of her. The next kiss was rough and ended with a bite to her bottom lip that drew blood. He raked his hands over her body in familarity. By now her mind had afforded her an escape of reality. She hardly noticed the ending of his physical abuse and start of the sexual abuse. It all melded into one torturous shpeel that stole her sanity clean away. Dusk began to collect and she was thankful for the darkening room where she would no longer be forced to watch her tormenter. But her ears still betrayed her when she had to endure the menacing threats he spewed from his venomous lips. He gave her a play by play of what he had laid plans to do to her. Her eyes devoid of any tears now, she had cried them all out long ago and was left with no moisture to herald the new fears that pumped within her body in her racing blood. Dry heaves and arid sobs wracked her body as he forced his engorged member into her. With out the aid of lubrication his body tore at her tender flesh as he carnally assulted her again and again. Then came a new pain she never thought she would endure. His newest advance on her was not her aching torn pussy that he had battered repetivly. No, this time he forced his shaft into her ass. The last thing she remembered was the blood curdling scream she let loose. Nothing more was a concern of hers for she blacked out completely. Try as he might, he could not wake her this time. He was disappointed in her. He wanted to make her feel him cum in her ass. Next time he decided. He left her bruised and blood spattered body on the bed. He left for the bathroom for a long deserved shower. After cleaning himself up he ordered some food in and fell asleep infront of the television. The realization of his fantasies had taken a lot out of him. He let an evil sneer of a smile smeer over his lips in his sleep. Undoubtably he was dreaming up new ways to escalate the thrills he had achieved today. Tomarrow would bring more pleasures for his mind and body. He needed to rest up for it.
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The thoughts raced through his head. He figured it out finally but he hoped he was not too late. Why had he not seen it before? He felt that if anything happened to her it would be his fault for not protecting her better. Why had he let his foolish pride get in the way of doing what was best for her and saved her from his brother. Life hung in the ballance and he knew that from here on out things would be different. Certainly his career as he had known it would be over. Life would be lonely without his beloved brother in it on a daily basis, but to save the love of his life he would gladly turn in his brother to the authorities. He needed professional help and now all the signs were pointing to him being criminaly insane. How had this slipped past all of them for so long? He pressed the accelerater to the floor hoping he was not too late to reach her. He feared for what he would find when he got there. His prayers were all that she would be ok... alive.
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He knew it was the right house. He turned off the lights and parked down the road. Quietly he crept up to the widow that was aglow with blue light from the television. He shuddered in disgust at the sight that met his eyes. His brother lay on the couch. Sleeping like a baby as if nothing had been amiss. The fear in his throat was thick enough to chew. He had to find her, had to see if she was ok. He went around to the back of the house to find the door. Unlocked. Typical cockyness of his brother had lent a hand in his rescue of the woman he loved. The irony did not go unoticed but was ignored for time was of the essence now. He entered the dark house and began his search. He was sure if he was confronted by his brother he would be able to defend himself. He felt pretty positive that he could talk his brother out of physically hurting him. After all he was so obviously not in his right mind. He slunk down the pitchblack hallway, checking doors along the way. When he got to the end of the hall and the last door he held his breath. If she was not in here he would already be too late. He knew he would have to turn his brother in and that thought alone petrified him. He opened the door with prayers of her salvation on his unsteady breath. He let loose a subtle sigh of relief when he saw the shape of her body in the dim light of the room. He entered the room and stepped up to the bed to quell the fears. He could see her rise and fall of breathing. He pulled back the sheet to pick her up and escape with her. His breath caught in his throat. By the light of the moon he could see the mangled reminants of what his brothers sick twisted mind had done to this beautiful woman. She lay unconcious, beaten and bloodstained in nakedness. Her ankles and wrists were bound by handcuffs to the posts of the bed. The sob of pain hitched in his throat at the realization of just how deranged his brother really was. Steeling himself if not for anything more than for her sake he knew he had to get her out of here and the sooner the better. With haste he began a stealthly search for the keys to free his beloved.
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He stirred from his sleep. Hearing a noise he thought to himself that she must have finally woken up. He stretched his body as he began to think of what he would do during round two. He shoved the pizza box away from him as he stood. He clicked off the television and padded down the hallway. Before he reached her door he caled out to her. "Hey baby, I hear you awake in there... so you're ready for round two huh? My pecker aches for you. You were so fucking good the first time I just gotta have you again you know." He laughed evily as he opened the door and flipped on the light. His brow crinkled in confusion at the sight before him. She was still passed out in the center of the bed. Her lovely dark red congealed blood no longer glistened but was now a dull cakey color. But what caught his attention the most was the fact that the sheet he had drawn over her was now drawn back. He stepped into the room slowly wondering how that had happened. He was sure he had left the sheet pulled up over her to keep the chill off her. After all, he had to treat the woman he loved well. He didn't want her to get sick and blame him for a cold. He watched him from behind the door. He stepped up to the foot of the bed scratching the back of his head and muttering to himself. As quietly as he could he begged for forgiveness for what he was about to do to his very own brother. Holding both hands into a tight double fist above his head, he came down with all the force he could muster and thunked him with a mighty crack on the back of the skull. He watched in seemingly slow motion as his brothers body crumpled to the floor in a heap before him. Chest heaving, he bent to feel for a pulse. Huffing a breath of relief at finding one he rose from a crouched position on the floor. Standing to his full height his mind raced as to what he would do first. Pressing his palm to his forhead he closed his eyes momentarily to gain control over his whirling thoughts. When he opened his eyes he shook his head slightly and pressed his fingers to his dry pink lips. Whispering to himself he thought outloud. "The keys, I've got to find the keys and get her out of here." He continued his search from earlier and rummaged through the bedside drawer. Comming up empty he sifted his fingers through his hair. He snapped his fingers in realization as he bent once again to the form of his brother on the floor. He searched his pockets and found what he was looking for. With triumph he grabbed up his prize and sprang to the side of the wounded woman he loved. Finally he could free her from the grasp of his brother, but at what price did she have had to pay? Tears sprang to his eyes as he freed her from her horrid prison. She groaned in pain when he lifted her to wrap the sheet around her broken body. He flinched at having to hurt her and cursed his brother for all he had done to her. "Mmrr..." She stirred as she struggled to open her eyes. Somewhere in the back of her mind it dawned on her that she was infact in the arms of her rescuer. He picked her up and walked down the hall cradling her in his arms, determined to protect her from now on, no matter the cost. He gently lay her on the vacated couch with quiet whispered promised to return to her side momentarily. Not wanting to take any chances he left her and took advantage of his brothers prostate state. He dragged the limp body of his brother to the foot of the bed and cuffed him there. Now feeling safer for having made sure his brother was out of commision he returned to her side and pulled out his cellphone. He dialed 911 to retrieve help for her and see to it that his brother was properly taken care of, he was so very sick and needed help. He would see to it that he got that help. He held back the tears the best he could as he explained to the woman on the other end of the line what he needed from her. His attention was drawn from his overwhelming thoughts when she stirred yet again and spoke. A great relief washed over him when he heard her words escape. "Thank you. I never thought you of all people would save me." He knelt by her side and held her hand lovingly. "Shh... don't fret. It's all going to be okay now. I'm here and I won't let him hurt you anymore." She smiled weakly and slipped away from him again. He heard a groan from the bedroom. His brother was awake. He reluctantly left her to check on his brother that he had left chained like the animal that he was. Still, he was his brother and despite everything he had done, he did still love him. He knew he was a sick man and not everything was his fault. He steped to the door and looked in on him. He lay on the floor rubbing the back of his head and softly cursing. When blue eyes met brown the air was stiflingly thick. "You bastard! Why the fuck did you have to ruin everything? Now she won't love me anymore you know and it's all your fault! Let me loose you asshole!" He shook his head and backed away from him as his brother continued to spout off more swears and threats. At least his brother was awake and he hadn't hurt him too badly. A lump on the head was bad enough, but he was certain he would be forgiven in the end. He hastened to the side of the battered woman lying helpless on the couch. He bent down to her and smoothed the hair from her forhead. She opened her eyes at the faint sound of sirens. Relief was clearly painted over the pained features of her bruised face. Fresh tears dampened her lashes once more, this time she cried tears of joy, of those she had plenty. She looked into his eyes and thanked him with a smile despite the split lip and swelling. He soothed her with kind soft words. "It's gonna be ok now." She pleaded with him with a weak grasp of his hand. "Don't leave me... please. I can't stand to be alone now." He reasured her with a gentle smile and a nod despite the nasty venom spilling from his brother in the other room. She sighed in relief as she heard the EMT's comming into the room behind her.
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As the EMT's tended to her she could hear him speaking with the cops in the hallway. "Please, he is very sick. I don't want him to get hurt but I know he needs help." After explaining the situation to them he returned to her side. He held her hand as they worked on her, binding her wounds and treating her bruises. Then she trembled in fear as she heard his voice getting closer from down the hall. Desperately she clutched at her rescuers hand. He looked down to her to let her know he would not let him anywhere near her. "It's okay, they are going to take him away where he won't be able to bother you anymore." He said as he patted her hand. Even his body stiffened when his brother was hauled through the room. The pure hatred in his brothers eyes made him shudder. When had this manifested? How could they not have seen this comming? He recoiled visibly when his brother spat evil at him. "You just wait, I'll get you back for ruining my life! You are no brother of mine! You just wanted her all to yourself didn't you?! Well you can't have her! She's mine! All mine to do what I want with! Do you hear me? She's mine and you can't have her!" They hauled him out the door with a great amount of struggle. He continued to scream obscenities to all of them, but the last thing she heard before he was out of earshot was this. "I love you! It did it because I love you and I wanted to make you happy! I wanted to give you what he promised you. I wanted to give you all of that and so much more! I knew you would love me if I did this! I know you love me! I know you love me and not him! Do you hear that? She loves me and not you Zac! She loves ME! So you can just BITE ME!"
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do you smell a sequel? lol
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"Morning Mr. Hanson." Her sweet voice called from across the lobby. "Morning Julia!" He returned. Today would be a good day, he just knew it. He entered his office and threw his briefcase onto the leather couch. Shrugging out of his jacket and rolling up his sleeves his intercom buzzed. "Yes Marion?" as he pressed the button and reached for his planner. "Mr. Hanson, a Leonard Crest for you on line three." came the reply. "Thank you." He steeled himself. This call would be do or die. Weeks of courting this hot new producer were laying on the line. If this fell through, well, he would be back to square one and that would mean lots of late nights at the office to try to get the dust to settle before the new material would have to be started. A deep breath and he connected to line three. Two hours of haggling, begging and pleading later, he changed his mind as to whether or not if this were to be a good day. Now it was a terrible day for certain. Leonard Crest was everything he and his brothers had wanted in a producer for their next album, not to mention the new act they had signed two months ago to their record label. This bussiness was making him old before his time was the only thought that ran in his mind when he traipsed back through the reception area to refill his coffee cup. When he reached the break room he found the coffee pot empty and so was the canister for making more. With a growl to accompany his scowl he stalked off to the reception area. Damming back the bile he spoke. "Julia, did you know we are out of coffee?" She looked up from her typing to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry Mr. Hanson. Your brother is out right now picking some up." She saw the cloud over his head and gathered he was not having a peachy day. "You look like you could use a kiss." She quiped. With a startled incredulous look he stammered, "W.. w.. what?" Holding up a blue glass heartshaped candy dish she offered him a confection. With a sheepish look he lowered his eyes. "Sorry, that just took me off guard is all." He tried to explain. She giggled softly. "I'm sure you must have trama episodes like vets have flashbacks." He joined her mirth and picked out a foiled candy. "You have no idea." He said as he popped the sweetness into his mouth. Balling up the foil in his fingers he rolled it between forefinger and thumb as he reguarded her. "I'm sorry if I bit your head off. I know it's not your fault if Tay is a caffiene addict and we corner the market of coffee." She laughed outright. "No problem, I know how stressful your job is." She said as she held out her hand for his refuse. He noticed the gesture and placed the small ball he had been toying with in the center of her palm. His fingertips grazed her porcelain skin momentarily. He was sure he felt a surge of electricity, not really a shock, but definately something was there. His smile warmed to her and he left her with a friendly wave as truce.
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"Marion! You can't leave me here in a lurch. What am I supposed to do without you? I need you, please stay!" He pleaded. She retorted. "Don't be so dramatic Mr. Hanson. I have a family to go home to. I can not stay late and you know it. Someone has to tend my children and if it's all the same to you I would rather it be me instead of that daycare center they have to be at while I earn the money to clothe and feed them. I'm sorry but it's out of the question." With an appologetic look she turned on her heel and left him in a state of loss. Half an hour later, after pouring over contracts and files to shape up the next few months of work, he was in dire need of more coffee. He shlept through the reception area in a daze. Harsh lights in the breakroom left his weary eyes watery. He rubbed them on his way back to his office. "You look like you could use another kiss." His head snapped up and met a pair of twinkling hazel eyes. "What are you still doing here?" He asked of her as he approached her desk. She shrugged and replied. "I came in late today so I have to make up for it somehow to earn my paycheck." She rose from her seat and covered her computer before she finnished. "Besides, I was just about to leave. What are you doing here? Don't you have any better place to be?" She asked as she offered him the candy dish again. He picked out two chocolates and answered her. "I would love to be home relaxing but that is just not an option right now. I have so much work to do in the next few weeks before the studio sessions that I am hopelessly behind. Hence, I am here working bankers hours alone for I have been deserted by Marion." She smiled at him in sympathy. "If you like I could stay late and help you. I don't mind." He looked on her in awe. "I couldn't ask that of you. You worked a long day already. You should go home. Rest, relax, or maybe go out with your boyfriend and have a good time." She snorted at his last remark. "I don't have a boyfriend. The last one was a bum and I kicked his lazy ass to the curb. Really, I will stay if you need help. I do not mind in the least." She placed her hand on his forearm to show her earnestness. His mind whirring away over what she had said. No boyfriend? Who would ever let her get away? She was beautiful, funny, caring... everything he himself wanted in a woman. His gaze fell on her hand on his arm. Then he looked up to her. "You really wouldn't mind?" He checked. She smiled at him brightly and nodded heartily. "Well, ok then. But I warn you, I have no clue when I will be headed home. I'm like starting at square one from when we came off tour." He warned her. She picked up her purse and slung it over her shoulder and left her post. She walked to the front doors and locked them then shut off the lights. She turned to him and said. "I don't mind hard work. I'm here for you." A smile of many meanings crept upon his lips. Maybe late nights in the office weren't always bad.
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"Where are the figures for last April?" Unfamiliar with his office, she asked him. He looked up from his file and pointed to a file cabinete in the corner. "Bottom drawer, near the front. They are in chronilogical order." She rose from her chair and bent to pull the drawer open. From the corner of his eye he admired the view. She was curvy and solid. No waif was she. He had always found her attractive. Now he was finding that he was more than attracted to her. He gathered himself before he was caught. When she sat again she reached into her purse that perched on the corner of his desk. She pulled out a bag of candy. She offered him the bag and he shook his head in refusal. "Suit yourself." She shrugged. Taking a waxed paper wrapped morsel from the bag she unwrapped it, and began to lick it abcent mindedly. He watched her pouty lips suck on the sweetness and her tongue would dart out to lick at her fingers. She looked more delicious than the sugary treat she held. He sucked in his breath to clam himself before he spoke to her. "What exactly is that that you're eatting? It smells like peanutbutter." She looked up from her work and grinned at him. "It's a kiss. A peanutbutter kiss. Why? Do you want one after all?" He shook his head and feeling bold he quiped to her. "No, I'm enjoying you with it more than I would enjoy one myself." Her eyes crinkled up in a smile. "Really? Well what more would you enjoy?" She queried. A sly smirk took over his face. "What did you have in mind?" He chanced. "I think you could use a kiss after all." She stated as she rose and walked around the desk to him. He turned his chair to face her at his side. He asked of her. "The candy kind?" She shook her head as she straddled him in his chair. "No, this kind." Her whisper proclaimed. She ran her hands up his chest and over his shoulders to pull his neck towards her. She set her lips on his in seering heat. His hands found her waist and grasped at her sides in pleasure. Her tongue ran fiery laps over his lips. He caught it and refused to release it until she let loose a small moan. His hands crept up her blouse and slid over her delicate skin of her back. He delighted in the feel of her lips on his neck. She nibbled and licked her way up to his ear and across his jaw to find his mouth once more. Bringing his hands between them he carressed her breasts in slick satin. His thumbs running over the tight hard peaks beneath the soft fabric made her hips gyrate in pleasure. His head was thrown back at the pressure on his crotch. Her hand delved between them and found his hardness to stroke. "Mmm..." He voiced. Knowing where this was headed he tugged at her blouse buttons to free her scortching body into his clutches. With her top removed he then took the time to cast his own aside. Bringing his attention back to the warm body on his lap he took up her bra and slid the straps down. He reached behind her and unhooked the bra. She helped him shed her of that and she began to un-do her jeans for him. He wanted her so badly. How was it possible that all of his senses were ignited with want of her. Hands on skin and a touch of moist mouths together, he begged to have more of her. He longed to be within her and feel the tension in her set in sights. Her nimble fingers finnished with her own jeans she began to work on his pants. Hands on her ass, he cast his eyes downward as he watched her free his erection and take him in hand. Long fingers wrapped around his hot cock and he sucked his breath in at the feel of the cold ring on her pinky finger. Together they watched, heads bowed, as she pleasured him. When her thumb began to tease his cockhead he dipped his mouth to meet her breast. He pressed the hard peak of a nipple between his tongue and upper front teeth. Her grip on him tightened and pace quickened. One of his hands left her posterior to play with the other nipple, causing more movement from her hips as she let him go and pressed her crotch towards the stiffened memeber.
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The pressure and temptation was too much for him to bear. He lifted her from his lap by her waist. Bending forward he tugged her jeans down over her hips and carressed her ass. Leaning in he tasted of her sweet snatch. A soft moan fell from her lips, she stepped out of her shoes and jeans. He reached behind her knee to bring her leg up to his lap. His hand slid up her thigh and he sunk his fingers into her hot wet entrance. She tossed her head back at the thrill of it. He dipped his tongue between her folds and lapped at her throbbing clit. Her breathy wimpers turned him on even more, he took himself in hand and started stroking. She rode his tongue as he pushed his fingers in and out of her. He could feel how tight she was, how wet she was, working his shaft to match her movements. Her pleas of release escalated in urgency. He sucked at her little nub and added a third finger to her slippery hole. One hand steadied her stance grasping the edge of the desk, her other one burried fingers in his blonde curls between her legs. Her hips bucking wildly she screamed in delight when she came on his tongue. When her moans began to lessen he stood quickly, she stumbled backward, her foot falling back to the floor. Before she could fall backward he grabbed her around the waist. His lips connected with hers and his tongue infiltrated her mouth. She sucked on his tongue as she would a cock. With a bold sweep of his arm, files and papers tumbled to the floor from his desktop, the clatter of the phone making a horendous noise. He all but threw her onto the now cleared surface and spread her legs with rough hands. He stepped between her splayed legs and, taking cock in hand he shoved into her. With the sudden filling of her aching hole her back arched in tormented satisfaction. His calloused hand on her hip he leaned into her and grasped one breast in his free hand while his mouth captured the nipple of the other. Forcefuly driving his hips into her his pace was set in quick short bursts. She moaned at the head reeling effects his throbbing prick caused. She met his advances with her own body. Heat crept over her and her pussy began to spasm thus sending him into rages of carnal extasy. His whole body trembled with his powerful release of several spurts of hot creamy cum. Spent to the point of exhaustion, knees nearly buckling, he lay his head on her chest nestled between her lucious mamory mounds. When he began to catch his breath the pounding in his ears started to subside, he could feel her own air had returned to near normal as he rose with her expanding ribcage. Nuzzling a breast he ran his hands over her body once more before he stood to hoist his boxers and pants back up around his hips. She lay before him in satiated sexual bliss. Her hair was tossed about and her lipstick smeared. Her bare breasts still jutting in peaks from the chill of the room. Her legs still spread, he watched the glistening evidence of his actions as it seeped from her swollen pussy lips. She was a lustful sight to behold. He licked his lips unconciously. She smiled at him. He was considering another round of fun and games when his thoughts were shattered by the cordless phone's shrill screams from the floor. His eyes darted to it briefly then back to her beautiful face. He held his hand out to help her sit up. She silently smiled at him then getured to the beckoning phone with a nod of her head in its direction. He rolled his eyes at her and bent to retrieve the confounded contraption from the pile of rubble that covered his office floor. "Hello?" He spoke just shy of rudely. She did her best to stilfe a snicker. He gave her a pointed look and rolled his eyes again. "No, Tay. I'm nearly done here." She slid off the desk and stood before him. His hand subconciously went around her. She reciprocated the gesture with one arm, the other hand smoothing up his sweat slicked chest. "I can handle it alone, tell Zac he has enough of his own work. He needn't bother to come down here. I'm headed home for the night anyway." She softly giggled under her breath. His hand shot up to the back of her head to press her face into his shoulder lest she be discovered. "Tell him I appriciate the offer but I have it under control for now." She pushed away from him and covered her mouth with her own hand. He secretively grinned at her then grabbed her ass. Her eyes grew wide and her other hand clamped on her mouth then. "No, I don't think that will be needed. We have enough resources in the office now, we don't need to hire another secretary temporarily." Her hands dropped from her mouth to reveal a sly smirk to him. She stood on her tip toes and proceeded to suck on his adams apple making it difficult to speak to his brother in a normal, controled voice. "Not that I care..." He cleared his throat and pushed her away gently. She laughed under her breath and targeted a nipple instead to pay attention to. "But, it is my area, you tend to what you need to get done." He looked down to where she was swirling her moist tongue in circles over his erect little brown nipple. His hand went up to cup her breast and he passed his thumb over the tight nub in the center. She sighed against his heated skin. "No, I'm not distracted, I'm just... just getting some kisses." She looked up to him with widened eyes. He chuckled from deep in his chest. "The candy kind Tay, the candy kind."
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The wind tugged at his hair, sweat stung his eyes and cool mud spattered across his sun bronzed face. The surging power that screamed between his legs stimulated him to state of familiar arousal. Gawd she was a sweet ride. His baby Betsy knew just what to do to get his attention. But unfortunately for him, sometimes she could be a cruel mistress. And today she decided to play the most brutal of tricks on him. They took the sharp corner too fast and the end result was a total wipe out. On the ground, Zac sat up and shook his head. Taylor roared up beside him and quickly lay his bike in the soft dirt to see to him. "Dude! Are you ok? Shit man that was a nasty wipe out! Anything hurt? Anything broken?" Zac let his eyes focus and rubbed the back of his neck where it was a bit tender. "Nah, I think I'm all in one piece." Taylor tilted Zac's head up and looked into his eyes. "Did ya hit your head or anything? Zac, you know you should've been wearing a helmet. You could've killed yourself!" Zac pushed Taylor off of him and stood on shaky legs. "As much as I enjoy your show of brotherly love..." He swatted Tays hands from his face. "Get the fuck off me man. Quit touch'n me. Aint like I got hurt or nothing." Taylor stood back and noticed Zac still rubbing the back of his neck. "Well tell me then, why do you keep rubbing your neck?" He said, arms crossed over his chest with an 'I told you so' smirk. Zac dropped his hand and bent to pick up Betsy to inspect the damage, but he couldn't loose the sheepish look. "So my neck is a little tender, it was stiff this morning anyway from too much headbanging last night at that club." Zac tried to defend himself. Taylor snorted and stepped up to take a look over Betsy himself. "Oh man!" Zac groaned when he saw what had happened to his cherry ride. Taylor stood behind him and peered over his shoulder. "Shit, that's gonna cost ya plenty to get her back up to snuff." Taylor sympathized. "State the obvious why don't ya Tay." Zac groaned again. Tay lay a hand on his brothers shoulder and ignored the last snotty remark. He knew his brother was just in a pissy mood over his fave toy getting busted. "Come on bro." He urged. "I'll walk back to Becky's with ya." Zac shook his head at his unfortunate twist today. Together they walked their bikes back to Becky's shop to drop off Betsy and load Tay's bike into the pickup to head home. Just before they reached the garage Zac grumbled, "Well today was a total bust." Tay felt sorry for his little bro and wanted to comfort him. He had been having a rough week and really needed a day off, this just was not a good turn of events and now he needed another distraction. Then, hit with inspiration like lightning, Tay piped up. "Hey! I know what ya need to get you outta this funk. Let me take ya paint balling!" Zac shook his head. Grateful for his brothers efforts he thought maybe he shouldn't tempt fate anymore. "Nah. Thanks anyway man but I think I should leave well enough alone. Besides, Mom is gonna kick my ass if I don't get that research paper done soon and I have yet to start writting it." He confessed. Tay chuckled. "Suit yourself then dude. But, tell me one thing." Zac looked to his brother. "What?" Tay could not hold back his smirk. "Don't you think you should have at least done the research part first? I mean, it is a research paper after all." Zac shrugged his shoulders. "Details, details." He said. They laughed together and entered Becky's garage. Becky was nowhere to be found. With a mighty beller Zac called out. "Becky!" He waited a moment. Then again. "Becky!" Still nothing. Once more he tried. "Becky you bitch where the hell are you?!" Taylor snickered. "Sweet talker." That brought a smile to Zacs lips and he shrugged. He swallowed a deep breath and poised to yell yet again. Just as he was about to let loose he recieved a sharp poke in the side that made him jump. "Hey!" He exclaimed as he twisted around to see where it came from. His eyes met with a sight that could only remind him of the stereotypical grease monkey, but with braids. She leered back at him chawing her gum as she cracked it obnoxiously. Zac rolled his eyes. "Geez ya could just speak ya know like a normal person." She blew a bubble in his face and shrugged. "Too easy." She stated. "Besides, you called me a bitch, that's the least ya deserve, especially after all I've done for you and Betsy too." She said in mock hurt. A lopsided grin broke out on Zac's face and he opened his arms with a goofy pace toward her. "Awww, I'm sorry Becky. Come'ere an give us a hug." He tried to wrap his arms around her but she shoved him away with a snorting laugh. "Get off me ya big lugg, you'll get me all muddy." He looked down at himself and realized he did indeed have mud all over himself. He shrugged nonchallantly and leaned on the workbench behind him as he picked up some sort of shinny tool to fiddle with in his idle hands. "Mud, grease, what's the difference?" He questioned her with out looking at her. She looked up from her inspection of Betsy's frame and stepped towards him. "Well for starters, Mud is dirt, and grease... just isn't." She stated matter of factly as if it made all the sense in the world. She snatched the tool from his fingers and he gave her a puppy dog face. "Don't play with my tools Zac, it's new." She warned. As she walked away he protested, "It's just a screw driver, geez Beck, don't have a cow." She turned back to him. "First of all, I did not have a cow, I only asked nicely. Second of all it's not even a screw driver, it's an awl." She crossed the room to fetch her drop cord for a better look now that she got most of the grass and dirt away from the bikes exterior. Zac twisted his face in a pout. "Screw driver, awl... who cares. It's all the same shit anyway." He tried to soothe himself. She came back to the bike and reached up to plug in her drop cord.
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Tay took it from her and did it for her since she would have needed a step stool probably anyway he thought. "Thank you." She directed at him. He nodded. Zac, still in a huff stuck his tongue out at her and challenged. "So what the hell is the difference anyway then? Huh?" She snickered. "For a guy you are quite the simpleton when it comes to tools aren't ya?" Again he stuck his tongue out at her but she ignored it as she continued and started to disassemble Betsy for repair. "A screw driver is used for screws, duh. And an awl is used for punching holes." She stated simply. He cast his eyes to a grease spot on the floor as if it were interesting. "Oh." He said softly. Tay chuckled at his brother. Zac's head shot up in defiance. "Oh, and as if you knew Tay?" Tay shut up for a moment but his smile did not fade. "Well no, but you didn't see me making an ass of myself then did ya?" He shot back. "Shut up!" Zac huffed. They all laughed. A few moments of quiet between them ensued as they let her do her job. Before too long pieces of Betsy were laid out on the greasy cement floor of the shop and Becky was wiping her hands on an old rag she pulled from her pocket as she stood. With drama worthy of an emmey at least, Zac rubbed at his eyes as if he were about to bawl. "Give it to me straight Doc. I can take it. Is she gonna make it?" He wailed as he shook her shoulders, a pleading look on his face. She cracked up and gently took his paws from her body. "I don't know, it was kinda touch'n go there for a while. I think she may pull through. We all need to pray for her and let her know how much we love her. All we can do now is wait... for parts." Zac took his turn at cracking up. He liked Becky. She was a good egg, and she never got pissed at him for his antics either. That had to count for something didn't it? He thought of her as one of the guys and was never averse to pulling a prank on her or swapping a dirty joke on occasion when they hung out at her shop. After all, it was she that kept his relationship with Betsy going wasn't it? And for that she was an essential person in his life. Tay broke up the party with an 'ahem' as he got to the point. "Okie dokie then." And he grabbed Zac around the neck in one arm to drag him away. Zac tried his best to turn his head in that position and called over his shoulder. "Give me a call with the estimate so I can cut you a check." She shook her head as she waved them off. "Will do. Later loosers!" Zac climbed in next to his brother and hung out the window as they were pulling out of the drive. "You take good care of my baby now you hear?" He hollered. She put her hand to her forehead to sheild her eyes from the sun. "Don't I always? Get lost now you hopeless romantic fool you!" She teased. He gave her the finger from inside the trucks cab as Hendrix began to blast from the speakers. Then just as they got to the road he hung his head out the window again and turned to see behind to see if she was still there. "Bye bitch!" He screamed over the music and they were off before she could retaliate.
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TAPPA-TAPPA-TAPPA-TAPPA... Zac looked up from his work to stare across the table, pointedly, at Isaac eventhough he was ignoring him. TAPPA-TAPPA-TAPPA-TAPPA... Zac huffed out a heavy breath to try to get his point across. TAPPA-TAPPA-TAPPA-TAPPA... Finally fed up he blew, mildly. "*Isaac!*" Isaacs head shot up. "What?" He asked in bewilderment. Zac narrowed his eyes at his older brother. "Must you incessantly tap on the table? I'm try'n to work over here man?!" Isaac looked down to his hand where he found the pencil in his hand that he had indeed been abscent mindedly beating the table with as he read. He looked back up at his brother with a sheepish grin. "Sorry." Zac rolled his eyes. "Isn't there someplace else you could go? I really gotta get this crap done before Mom eats me alive!" Isaac thought for a moment then shook his head. "Nope. Sorry little bro. No can do." Zac huffed again. "Why don't you go upstairs?" He tried. Isaac shook his head again. "Tay's up there on the phone with Amanda, can't." He stated. Zac thought for a moment. "Well go to the basement then." He offered. Again Isaac shook his head. "Exterminator hasn't left yet." He replied. Zac growled low in his throat. "Well why don't you go to..." But he was interupted by the phone. Isaac made a move to get up to answer it. Zac held up his hand as he stood. "Don't bother. I'll get it. I need a break anyway." He crossed the kitchen to pick up the phone and turned back to his brother. "Try to be lost by the time I'm done here huh?" Isaac laughed and started to gather up his stuff so he could let his little brother do his homework. Zac grabbed the reciever from the wall. "Hello?" "Hey, Zac?" "Yeah. Who is this?" "Becky you dumb ass!" He chuckled. "Oh, sorry Beck. Sup?" "I got her stripped. You aint gonna like this." He sighed. "Give me the damage." He said as he rubbed his eyes. "Maybe you better sit down." She teased. "Ha ha. Very funny. How much?" He asked again. She drew in a deep breath. "Seven." His eyes shot open. "Hundred?!" "No, million... of course hundred you dip wad." She laughed. "Oh man!" He groaned. "That's gonna wipe me out for the rest of the month!" She sighed. "Sorry dude, dem's da brakes, which by the way you cut your cable but I had a spare so I won't charge ya for that." He shook his head as he slid to the floor and drew his knees up. "Man Beck. What did I do to her this time?" He asked. "Where should I start?" She began. "Well there was a lot of minor stuff, I'm sure you saw some of it. But, the major stuff you fucked up is pretty major. Your carberator was so screwed even I couldn't rebuild it. And... you punctured a hole in your tank." She finnished. "Ugh!" He sighed as he dropped his head to his knees. "This just has not been my week. I'll cut ya a check and drop it off tomarrow when Ike and I go to Trevors, it's on the way." He offered. "Nah, that's ok. I got shit to do in town today. I can swing by and pick it up if ya want." She thought it was the least she could do for one of her best customers. "Thanks Beck. Sure you don't mind?" He questioned. "No, I'm sure. Like I said, I got stuff to do in town today anyway. Gotta go visit my aunt in the hospital." She said. "Oh, I'm sorry is she sick?" He asked politely. She laughed. "Only in the head... just had her third rugrat. Maybe she don't know what causes it yet." They laughed together. "I hear ya there." He chuckled. "Someone really oughta tell my rents cuz I don't know how many more kids we can fit in this house as it is!" Again they laughed together. She drew in a deep breath to steady her voice from the laughter. "Ok, I'll be swinging by that way in like an hour ok?" She asked. He checked his watch quickly. "Ok. See ya then. And thanks Beck." He cleared. "Anytime dude. See ya!" "Bye." He stood up and hung up the phone. As he eased back into his seat he sighed. This really wasn't his week, and he went back to slave over his world history paper.
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A vertual Hanson parade traipsed through the kitchen as Zac tried to work. It was quite exasperating. His newest distraction just walked in. Taylor. Headed to the fridge with his cell to his ear. "I miss you too baby... No, I'm just getting a drink in the kitchen... Well I can't tell you that now, just wait till I go back upstairs ok?" He blushed as he cast his eyes over Zac's way. Zac rolled his eyes. The doorbell rang and he was grateful for the excuse to escape, even if for just a few minutes. He boogied to the door as fast as he could before one of the little ones raced to open the door. "I got it!" He yelled to the general population of the household. He tugged at his tee shirt as he opened the door to a pleasant sight. A rather curvy brunette with wavy cascades over her shoulders that matched the color of her wide eyes stood on the step. "H-hello?" He stuttered out. She smiled up at him and that made his heart flip over. "You eat a bad burger or something Zac? You look weird or something." Came Becky's voice from the dish on the other side of the screen door. "Becky?" He asked in amazement. "You did say to come pick up the check didn't you?" She questioned as she squinted up at him. "Uh.. yeah... yeah! Sorry, brain freeze, too much work ya know... come in." He tried to save face and recover from his shock. He opened the screen door for her and held it open. She smiled again and stepped into the house. As she breezed by him he breathed in deep. He could smell... perfume? Whoa. This was not the Becky he was used to seeing. When did she turn into a girly girl? Then again, when had he seen her without braids under her cap that matched her greasy coveralls? Come to think of it, he didn't ever remember seeing her any other place besides the garage. This was interesting. He watched her from behind as she took a couple of steps into the hallway so he could shut the door. He couldn't keep his eyes off her ass, clad in denim overall shorts. She turned around to face him and he yanked his eyes up quickly to avoid getting caught. "So..." She prompted him. He stared at her blankly for a moment. "Oh! Yeah!" He said, slapping his forehead slightly. He held out a hand and indicated the doorway to the room to her right. She turned and headed in the direction he indicated. He again could not help but watch her ass. "Oh, hi Ike." She chirped. Zac looked up to see his brother sprawled in a chair next to the window, book in hand. He also could see that Isaac had known exactly what Zac was doing as he had followed Becky into the room. His slight smirk did not go un-noticed by Zac. He knew he would hear about this later. A lot. "Hey Beck." Ike greeted. Trying to escape his embarassment before Becky saw him blush, he cleared his throat. "Well, I'll go get you that check then..." He trailed off. One more quick glance to Ike and he was off. He hoped he wouldn't say anything to make Zac look like a bigger ass than he felt he was now while he was gone from the room. He got to the top of the stairs and darted off in the direction of his room. Not missing a beat he pushed the door open and headed to his beauro for his checkbook. A startled gasp came from Taylor on his bed. "Jesus man don't you ever knock?" Tay spit in a pissy tone. Zac looked over from his open underware drawer to see Taylor, phone to his ear still and with a pillow clutched to his lap, hair tousled and bare chested. He snickered as he turned back around to make out the check. "It's my room too Tay, get a lock or use the bathroom." "Shit ass." Was Taylors only reply. Zac chuckled as he put his check book back and closed his drawer. As he strode from the room he called out, "Bye Amanda!" loud enough for it to be heard on the other end of the phoneline. When he closed the door behind him he heard the distinct 'thunk' of a pillow hitting a door. He shook his head. At least he had amunition against Taylor for tonight when he knew Ike would try to gang up on himself to tease him about his blantant oogling of Backy's ass today. Now if only he could get some fodder to use against Ike, then for once he might have a chance of winning one of these mini wars for once. He galloped back down the stairs, check in hand for another chance to scope out Becky's new incarnation. Perhaps he should give her a second thought as well. Perhaps.
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"Here we are." He sang out as he waved the check about. She smiled as he handed it to her. "Did it hurt?" She asked. "Like a son of a bitch." He shot back. They laughed together. She folded the check in half as she spoke. "Well, I gotta get my ass in gear. Got an ankle biter to introduce myself to. Maybe I can teach him a thing or two and who knows, maybe in a few years I can have myself an assistant." They laughed again. She shoved the check into her back pocket as she bent to cuff Isaac on the leg. "Later looser. Say hey to Karen for me." When Isaacs head popped back up to smile at her and say his good bye he noticed Zac still had his eyes glued to Becky's ass. He grinned widely. "Bye Beck. I will." She turned and lightly punched Zac in the center of his chest. "Thanks for the ransom money. I'll call ya when she's ready to be picked up." He chuckled as he abscent mindedly rubbed where her fist had made contact. "Yeah. You do that." She nodded. "I can see myself out." And she turned to head out the door. Zac stood mesmerized by her ass for a moment but as he heard the door open he ran out into the hallway. "Becky wait!" She paused in the open door way, a hand on the screendoor on her way out. She turned around and gave him a questioning look. He smiled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. "Um... would it be ok if I come and watch you put her back together? Not that I don't trust you or anything cuz ya know I do... I... I just wanna see how you do it." He rambled. She grinned at him. "Of course dufus. It may do you some good to learn something new anyway... Lord knows you could use it." She snickered. He laughed nervously. "Thanks... so call me when ya get the parts ok?" She walked out the door and let the screen slam behind her. As she walked down the porch steps she hollered back. "No prob Zac. See ya!" And she waved with out turning as she stradled her harley and roared out of the drive. He stood at the open door for a bit until she disappeared down the street. A hand grasped his shoulder and he turned his head to see Isaac behind him with a cheshire grin. "Someone is rather fond of little Becky's ass I see." He teased. Zac rolled his eyes and shut the door. He turned to face his brother. "Maybe." Isaac poked him in the chest. "Eh.. eh.." Zac grabbed his finger and shoved it away from himself. "Well you may have a bit of dirt on me... but wait till I tell ya what I got on Tay..."
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Jessica hung up the phone and trotted back upstairs to pack her knapsack for a sleepover. While in her room her father came to the door and peeked in. "Jess?" "Yeah Dad?" She said as she looked up from her cd collection. "We're headed to Aunt Carol's. We have both the little ones with us. See to it that the guys aren't disturbed until dinner time then go down and have Ike order a pizza. He will take you to Jennifers. Remind Tay he still has Avie to look after ok?" He spewed out in one long breath, as parents are reknown for. She nodded her head. "Sure thing Dad. Later." He waved as he turned to go. "Good girl. Have fun." She grinned. "I will." Long after she had packed she called Jennifer again to 'talk', which is a nice way to say gossip about local boys. Right in the middle of a particularly juicy story about Alex Kells she got another call. She sighed and interuppted Jennifer. "Hold that thought, got another call... Hello?" "Hey!" Came a womans voice. "Is Zac there?" Jess smirked. It wasn't every day a woman called for Zac. He rarely gave their phone number to girls. "He is but they are in the studio and can't be disturbed right now. Can I take a message please?" She asked politely as she had been taught, just incase it was someone important. "Sure thing toots. You must be Jess right?" The woman asked. Already Jess liked her. "Yes actually." She replied. "Ok then Jess, tell that brother of yours to get his lazy ass down here a.s.a.p cuz Betsy is about to be brought back from the dead and if he don't come by the garage before tomarrow afternoon I'm gonna do it myself and he can wait till next time he wipes out to learn the manly macho art of passing tools to a mechanic." Jess laughed at the implications and the mental picture in her head. "Ok. Will do. You must be Becky then right?" She asked just to clarify. "Yuppers, that would be me. Ok so ya got that then squirt?" She checked. Jess nodded her head even though she couldn't be seen. "Sure do. Thanks for calling and I'll tell him when they wrap it up." "Good. Thanks. Later!" "Bye. Oh my gawd Jenn, guess what?!..." An hour and a half later Jess wandered down to the living room and joined Avie on the couch for some cartoon network. Tay popped through the basement door and passed the door of the living room, catching Jess's attention. "Tay!" She called from her spot. "Yeah?" He called back, his head in the fridge. "Ya done?" She called back intot he kitchen. "Yup." He said as he leaned against the doorframe to catch a little Cow and Chicken action. "Dad says ya gotta keep an eye on Avie tonight. They went to Aunt Carols and took the kids." She informed him. "What about you?" He asked. She smiled up at him. "Sleep over at Jenns." She quipped hapily. He nodded. "S'ok." Then Jess remembered the messages and tore herself off the couch and followed Tay down the basement steps.
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Zac was picking up a multitude of sticks from the floor as Ike was packing away his newest Gibson. Tay sat back at the keys after returning from upstairs. Jess appeared from out of nowhere and stood on the last step as if it were a soapbox. "Ike. Karen called. She said seven is fine, she will be at her mothers house so you can pick her up there." She dictated. Ike nodded in response as he shut off the amp. Then Jess turned her attention to her next brother. "Tay. Amanda called again. She said don't call her back, it's already too expensive as it is, whatever that means, but she said to tell you it's green, not grass or olive, but like pastel mint. I have no idea what 'it' is... but, there ya go." Tay laughed gently and nodded too as he scribbled something down on the paper infront of him. Then she adressed them all. "Cris called. He said Friday at seven, eastern time, conference call radio spot." For that one she got a moan from Zac. He hated those things. With a secret smirk she had saved the best for last. "And Zac." All eyes were on Jess. "Becky called." Ike snickered and Tay hid his smile. "She said, 'to get your lazy ass over there a.s.a.p.'" "Jess!" Ike warned. "What? That's what she said." She defended herself. "Language young lady!" He repeated with a stern look. She rolled her eyes and continued. "And..." she said with a pointed look towards her oldest brother. "She said that if you didn't get over there by tomarrow afternoon she was gonna do it by herself and you would have to wait till you wiped out again to learn how to hand tools to a mechanic." She said with a self satisfying grin. All three cracked up as they witnessed a red faced Zac hurring towards the stairs where he bodily removed one Jessica Hanson from his path to flee the room and escape any more embarrasment. Jess caught her breath again and adressed her eldest brother once more. "Dad said pizza. Avie and I want extra cheese and green peppers." Tay piped up. "Hamburger." And Ike finnished. "Half mushrooms just so we don't piss Zac off anymore." Jess smirked. "Isaac! Language young man!" She wiggled her finger at him. He groaned and rolled his eyes. "Shut up Jess that's not even funny anymore." She shrugged. "I thought it was. You gotta take me to Jenns after dinner. Dad said." She pestered. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now scoot." He ordered as he swatted her butt on her way up the stairs. "Tay, can I borrow a twenty for the pizza?"
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Bright and early the next morning, (well bright and early for him anyway, 10:00 am), Zac had his mother drop him off at Becky's garage. "Bye Ma, I'll call when Betsy's better." She laughed and shook her head as she pulled back into traffic. That boy was an original. And she was glad he was the only one, she didn't know if she could take another. He stepped into the shop and surveyed the scene of seeming chaos before him. Parts and pieces were strewn about the circumference of Betsy's nearly bare frame. She looked so... so naked. "Beck! I'm here!" He called out. She stuck her head in from her office, phone pressed to her ear, and held up a finger. He smiled back at her and she disappeared. It was nice to think that she was so easy to get along with. Sure she was five years older than him, she still treated him equally, always had. He liked that. He also liked what he saw the other day walk through his door. He wondered if he would see that again. Sure would be nice. Momentarily she waltzed in from her office. "Well! If it isn't Mr. Im-too-busy-to-take-my-own-calls-rockstar-so-my-little-sister-does-it!" She teased. He rolled his eyes. Same old Becky. "Yeah yeah." He groaned. "I got enough teasing from the family last night thankyouverymuch." She snickered, he sighed. "Okay, okay, let's get down to bid'ness." She offered. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them vigorously. Though he would rather have his hands on Becky, for now he would settle for handling her tools. For the next two hours he not only drooled over Becky but he watched her and actually learned something besides a new dirty joke. He surprized himself. Just as she was tightening up one of the last nuts his watch beeped. He glanced at it. Twelve noon. No wonder he was hungry. Then he got, what he thought, was a wonderful idea. "Hey Beck?" He asked. She looked up from her work and he spied a lovely smeer of black up one side of her nose, still she was cute. "Yeah?" She questioned back. He gathered all the nerve he could find within himself. "I'm starved. How 'bout some lunch?" She thought for a moment then shrugged. "Sure. There's numbers for pizza and chinese delivery next to the phone in the office." She pointed in the direction of her office with a thumb over her shoulder. He shook his head. "Nah. I just had pizza and I'm not in the mood for chinese. How bout we go somewhere? Let me take you out to thank you for yet another wonderful year with my beloved Betsy!" He cracked a grin. How could she resist that? She laughed. "Ok. But ya gotta wear a helmet." She stated firmly. "Why? You don't." He pointed out. "Cuz your Mom would have my ass in a sling if I didn't and you know it." She supplied. He had to agree with that one. "Ok. Deal." She nodded. "Where ya wanna go?" She questioned. He thought for a bit and shrugged. "Well I'm not exactly dressed for Chez Oui... but I think we can manage a table at Murphys." He offered. She nodded in agreement as she stood and wipped her hands on her everpresent grease rag. "Come on then, lets get ya cleaned up. Can't take ya anywhere can we? Dirty, dirty, dirty!" She exclaimed teasingly. He laughed and followed her into the office.
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She herded him over to the sink. "Better take that off I'll get you something else." She said as she pointed to his chest indicating he take off his shirt. He nodded in agreement and pulled it over his head. Next she popped open a can of some white creamy goo. It smelled kinda funky but she was smearing it over her hands and on her face too as she looked into the cracked mirror to the left. He shrugged and followed suit but skipped the face since he found no traces of black there. The gunk was slippery and felt kinda gritty too at the same time. He bent to the sink to wash and found no faucets. "No, no." She said. "You gotta work it in first then wipe it off then wash." She instructed. "Oh." He stated simply, still wondering where the hell the faucets were to this weird sink. He watched her rub the goo up to her exposed elbows where her coverall sleeves were rolled up. Then, she took a handfull of papertowels from the stack and wiped it all off. He followed her lead. As he was paying attention to his forearms she began to unzip her coveralls. That certainly gained his attention in a hurry. He had been wondering all day what she was wearing underneath there. He never really thought about it before, and that made him feel kinda stupid too. His eyes nearly popped out and he had all he could do to keep standing when she peeled away the greasy outterlayer of her clothing. Underneath she was wearing a bikini top and the shortest denim shorts he had ever seen! He watched in amazement as she kicked off her shit-kicker boots and extracted lean, tanned legs from the pantslegs of her coveralls. She peeled off her sox and tossed her hat on her desk. He watched her as she pressed her bare little foot to the bar that ran around the base of the sink and the water shot forth like a fountain. Ah, so that's how it works. He nearly had a coronary when she bent forward to wash up. Her ass was just right there! He could have grabbed her by the hips and pounded her home. But he didn't. Oh he wanted to. But he didn't. She stood again and turned to him as she dried her hands on her ass. "I'll be right back down. Can't ride like this." She stated, then she ran off up the stairs to her apartment. He took the time to catch his breath and will his cock to soften. He washed up the same as she had. The cool water felt so good he splashed some on his face and chest and opted not to dry off. Shortly she came bounding down the stairs in baggy jeans and a button up baseball shirt. She had pulled the braids from her hair and just left it up in pigtails. He liked it. It made her cuter, if that was possible. She had something thrown over her shoulder and a pair of sneakers and socks in her hands. She dropped the sneakers to the floor and jumped up on her desk. She tossed the shirt from her shoulder to Zac and proceeded to put on her socks. By the time he had slipped the shirt on his skin was already dry from the heated air. She hopped off the desk and slipped into her sneakers. Grabbed some bills from a drawer and jerked her head towards the door. "Comming slow poke?" She asked. Inwardly he had to grin at her choice of words. He wished he were cumming from a slow poke in her. "Right behind you." He smiled. She locked up and waited to pull the garage door down as Zac wheeled her harley out into the drive. She locked that door too and tossed him the helmet. He made a face at her but put it on anyway. She hopped on and waited for him as she started up her pride and joy. Casualy he tossed a leg up over the seat and straddled her hips from behind. She turned her head and yelled over the din. "Hang on!" He obeyed and loved every second of it too. With thunder beneath them they took off, headed into town.
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He knew, all the way to Murphy's Diner, that she could feel his erection pressed against her backside. There wasn't a thing he could do about it either. But once, when they leaned into a corner, his arm was pressed against her breast. That made him all the more hard. He wasn't sure, but he almost could have sworn, that she tipped her head back like she was enjoying it too. That thought was nearly too delicious. When they did get to the diner she didn't mention a thing about it. He tried his best to hide his hardness until it went down. Not an easy task with her so close. After his nerves calmed they ate in aimiable conversation. He even learned a few things about her that he didn't know before. Like; she liked country music, and she loved museams, had a fear of heights, and detested bananas. Not once had she acted like a flirt or gave any indication that she were even interested. She was just plain old Becky. He was sorta disappointed. But hey! There's always next time huh? After a friendly fight over who was to pay, Zac won, they strolled back to the parking lot. As he was again strapping on the helmet she looked at him with her head cocked to one side. "What?" He asked when he caught her eyeing him. "How bout you take us back?" She said with a grin. His face lit up and he looked like a kid in a candy shop. "Really?!" He squeeked. She laughed. "Yes *really*!" She teased. "Oh Beck, I love you!" He gushed as he squeezed her shoulders in a friendly appreciative hug. Then his face fell. "What about the cops? Aint exactly legal ya know." He asked. The last thing he needed was to get in trouble with the law what with the tour comming up and all. Besides, his mom would skin him alive!" She shoved his shoulder. "Aww, don't sweat it Zac my man. We can cut cross Barkers field and take Camden road. Nobody uses that old dirt road anymore. Then we can cut through the woods on the horse trail. Voila! Back to my place. Simple really." She stated. His grin returned tenfold. "Well what are we waiting for woman?" He barked. She threw her head back in laughter. He settled into the soft leather seat and nearly purred. "She's beautiful." He said more to himself as he drew a palm over her chrome. She stradled his hips from behind and got comfortable with a hand around his middle. "That she is. And if you fuck her up. I fuck you up. Remember that." She stated with dead seriousness. He nodded in acknowledgement and brought her roaring to life. He was in seventh heaven. He followed her directions and knew that most likely nobody would see them. Reducing the risk of getting caught made it more fun. He only wished he could loose the helmet. But after his spill the other day, he thought it best not to take anymore chances. Once they got past Barkers field they hopped onto Camden road. It was nice and empty. He even dared to urge it a bit faster than he normally would. The speed was a great rush. That, coupled with the screaming energy beneath him, was nearly enough to send him into overdrive, he had a full hardon and he was grateful Becky was behind him and didn't know anything about it. Now he could enjoy himself. Much more stimulation and he just might cum right there. When he slowed to take the path in the woods the horse ranch used, he was feeling ontop of the world. Then she reached down from behind him and grabbed his cock. The shock was almost enough to make him loose control of the bike, the pleasured strokes were almost enough to make him loose control of his body. "Ohhh..." He groaned, his head tilting back to find her shoulder, still, he kept his eyes on the road. Shit that felt good. He had to make a corner, forcing him to sit up again, when he did, she reached up under his shirt, (or her shirt technicly) and found his hard little nipple to tease. That just encouraged him to go faster. The faster he went, the sooner he could get back to Becky's. Then what would happen? Oh the possibilities were endless. That was a thrill in itself.
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Gratefully he managed to keep his head screwed on straight (A.N. lol sorry, had to say it) and they got closer to to Becky's garage. His insides twisted as she stroked him through his jeans. He didn't know how much more he could take. Thankfully, in a short time they arrived. He waste no time letting her know how turned on he was, though with her hand on his crotch he was sure she had some idea already. He let the harley set and idle while he ripped off the cursed helmet. As soon as he pulled it away from his head she leaned forward and shut the bike off. Then he felt her lips on his neck. Again he couldn't stifle the groan that rose from his chest. "Gawd Beck..." She whispered hotly in his ear. "I know what you want Zac. Take it." Hastily he jumped off the bike and helped her off as well. When both of her feet hit the dust his mouth swooped down to capture hers. Now it was her turn to moan. His arms wrapped around her tightly as he pressed into her body. When their tongues met they both wimpered in delight. She struggled to extract her keys from her pocket. He whined when she pulled away from him to open the door. He pacified himself by grinding his hardness into her ass as his mouth assulted her neck. "Hurry Beck." He urged with a heated whisper. The door popped open and they tumbled in, a jumble of limbs and electric excitement. He slammed it shut again and she turned the lock. She walked backwards until her back hit the workbench, her moans growing in intensity. His hands took control of her tits and she stole his lips in passion. He tore at her clothes in his urgency to have her. The moment her breasts were exposed he bent to emprision a nipple. Her hands sunk into his hair as her head fell back in delight. Wanting more of his flesh on hers she started pulling his shirt up over his shoulders. He stopped briefly to remove it for her. Her eyes hungrily washed over his exposed body. She all but devoured his lips again. Nipping sucking and licking her way from his mouth to his neck and down to his chest. Leaving a hot wet trail from one nipple to his other she moved on to her next conquest of his body. When she dropped to her knees before him, bringing her tongue down his treasure trail to the button of his jeans he thought for sure he had died and gone to heaven. He watched in sheer amazement when she expertly unfastened the button and slid the zipped down with her teeth.
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She peeled the denim from his sticky flesh, down over his hips and left them at his ankles, forgotten. She found a new distraction. He gripped the workbench for support when he felt his knees grow weak. She grabbed him harshly and jerked quickly as her tongue just barely grazed the tip. When her tongue darted into his slit he moaned in extasy and gripped the back of her head, urging her to take him in and stop the teasing. She must have read his mind for she did just that. "Shit!" He called to the ceiling. He caught himself and looked down to watch her head bobbing on his pole. Never had it felt this good, and he had had more than his fair share of head on tour too. He could hear her little purrs of pleasure and it felt phenomenal as those little sound waves passed through his thick dick. It didn't take long before he felt close. It almost broke his mind when he had to pull her away from his hips. And she fought him too, hanging onto his ass and ignoring his gentle pushes. "Baby ya gotta stop... I'm gonna loose control... please, you're gonna make me cum... ohhhh... Becky stop!" She obeyed with a pout. He pulled her up and soothed her with a seering kiss. His huge hands cupped her ass and pressed her to him. She bit at his bottom lip and took the ponytail holder out of his hair. Her eyes sparkled as she watched it fall over his shoulders and chest. She pressed her nose to the ends that brushed over his heart, inhailing deeply. He felt her tongue dart out at his nipple. He needed more of her. Now. His fingers fumbled with the hook on her pants and found the zipper. With one hand he slid her pants down over her silky legs as his other delved into her panties. Immediately he found her clit. She was so hot and wet. He wanted her so bad. He loved the little wimpers that escaped her throat as he rolled the little nub between his callosed fingers. His lips teeth and tongue found a playground on her neck. She struggled but finally managed to step out of her pants. She whined when he took his hand out of her panties. She stopped though when he whisked them down her smooth toned thighs. He reached behind her thigh to raise her leg up and rest her foot on his knee. Easily he now slid two fingers into her hot wet hole. She slumped against his chest and held onto his arm, nibbling on his bicep. When his thumb began to turn circles around her clit she called out in pleasure. "Oh yesss..." He pumped his fingers in and out of her, gaining speed too with his thumb. Her hips bucked and swayed against him. He could tell she was close now. Very close. He moved back a step as he pulled his hand away from her pussy. Her foot fell to the floor again. She watched with eyes of fire as he stuck his fingers in his mouth. His tongue swirling around the digits and peeking from his lucious lips. She kissed her taste from his mouth as he raised her up to the bench. Wrapping her legs around his waist and her hand around his cock she pulled him toward her. Not another moment went by before he sunk into her, to the hilt. "Ahhh..." He groaned. "Baby you're so fucking tight. Jesus!" She held his shoulders and attacked his mouth with hunger. He slowly pulled her off and on hs cock, setting a steady beat. She sucked on his tongue and he started to pump her faster. She wimpered in pleasure. His balls started to tighten. That familiar feeling started in his lower belly and spread over him. He pleaded in a whisper against her moist swollen lips. "Cum for me baby. I need to feel you cum." He began to slam into her. Her cries grew and her grip on his arms tightened. He growled with animal heat in her ear. "Becky please... cum around my cock... I gotta feel you cum for me." His breaths came in ragged bursts. A supernova exploded in him when her pussy tightened, vice like, and gripped at him. "Nnnn... yesss... oh, ohh, OH!" She exclaimed. His body tensed against hers as he pumped several shots of hot cum into her box. They collapsed together, leaning on one another, spent and broken. Not breaking the connection even though he lay within her softening, they snuggled together. He lay against her shoulder for a bit and sucked gently on her neck as she sifted her hands through his hair. He heard her chuckle. "What?" He asked then proceeded to give her a nasty hickey. She shook her head and pulled away from his mouth a bit. "I was just thinking." She stated. "I wonder if Betsy is gonna be jealous of me now? I mean, after all, we just had sex right in front of her!" She teased him. He had his own reply to that. "That's ok. I think maybe she may be bi, let's get her into a threesome!" She laughed and lightly smacked his arm. "You're such a perv. How do you keep control of your faculties?" He looked into her eyes as he said. "I don't. You make me loose control."
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