Spring break of three years before had turned out to be
everything I hoped. Aside from getting drunk out of my
mind every single night, I had hooked up with a chick
three out of the five nights I had been there. Oh, they
weren’t anything special, just horny girls desperate to
feel like they were fitting in and having a good time,
but, a pussy is a pussy. I was having the time of my
life, staying with my older brother who happened to
already be established in the world and owned a house
on the beach. I didn’t think things could get any
better. Then, on the last night, I met Beth.
She was an exquisite beauty in a sea of gorgeous women.
Blonde, beautifully sculpted, and with piercing blue
eyes, she caught my attention and admiration in a split
second. She didn’t take much of an interest in me at
first, not until she learned where I was staying.
I decided to use my brother’s wealth too my advantage:
I neglected to tell her that the house wasn’t mine.
I had to fight off nearly every other guy in the house,
and the specter of a boyfriend she had back in Chicago.
But, I kept feeding her drinks and flashing the wealth
my eight-years-older brother had accumulated. Charles
had done little for me in my life; I felt he owed me
something. He had always been a success. He had always
been popular, handsome, the first-born. I had no
regrets about using his accomplishments to my own ends.
No qualms about misrepresenting myself to seduce the
After a number of drinks, Beth was ill equipped to
withstand my advances. I coaxed her into my room, where
I shut off the lights and then proceeded to remove her
shirt and bathing suit. I rammed my cock into her
incredible cunt to her cries of “Oh, God, it’s so big!
After I came in her, I kept her in the room, feeling
her up for ten minutes, until my cock grew hard once
again. She had fallen asleep, but my cock pushing into
her ass woke her once again.
The funny thing was, I was too drunk to fully
appreciate the experience myself. I remember fucking
her only vaguely. I remember how sweet she smelled, and
how warmth and smooth her naked flesh felt against me,
but, I remember little else aside from that. After
fucking her ass, I passed out on the bed. Beth gathered
herself together. I was conscious enough to hear her
mumble something about feeling guilty, about betraying
her boyfriend. She blamed me for taking advantage of
her, despite the fact she enjoyed the moment between
us. She fled my room, and I collapsed into sleep.
Beth escaped my room and rejoined the party. That’s
when she met Charles, my brother. That’s when he wooed
her with her “charms.” He had everything to offer her:
looks, money, and the maturity of an older man. Beth
forgot all about me now that she was intoxicated both
by liquor and Charles. Beth was at his side from that
night on, refusing to acknowledge me and the moment we
shared. Charles sensed the tension between us, and knew
that I had plundered his new love. But it didn’t
matter, he fell for her anyway, and she for him. I was
gone a day later, never expecting anything to last
But last it did. And three years later I received the
invitation to their wedding, to be held at Charles’s
‘real’ home: his near-mansion on a nice, thirty acre-
estate. I suppose he felt I should be there, or else
he’d have to explain to the family. I figured what-the-
hell? I had nothing else of interest going on.
I arrived in mid-day. A limo had been at the airport to
pick me up, and delivered me to Beth’s and Charles’s
door in complete luxury. A sign was on the door stating
the family was in back, so I left my luggage on the
porch and went to find them.
Indeed, their house was tremendous. Aside for being
huge, it was beautifully constructed and surrounded by
impeccable landscaping. As I walked to the back, the
image of a shimmering pool, complete with its own,
separate house came into view. Family members were
either stretched out on lounge chairs or splashing
around in the oversized pool. I saw Charles, and
contemplated approaching him, but he looked away
shortly after meeting my eyes with his own. He had no
interest in speaking to me, so I didn’t push the issue.
As for Beth, I didn’t see her until nearly an hour
after my arrival. She strode out of the house,
evidently from the kitchen, and placed several trays of
appetizers on the scattered tables. My heart jumped at
the sight of her. I had forgotten just how beautiful
she actually was. She was wearing a shiny blue, button-
down top and a pair of tight, white spandex shorts that
hugged her body and indicated the shape of her private
areas. I could see panty lines through the shorts with
a little effort, and felt my cock swell at the
remembrance of fucking such a pure body.
Beth didn’t even look at me. Her determination not to
gaze upon me only convinced me that she actually knew I
was there. As I watched Beth throughout the day, I
began to think about the sex we shared. I began to feel
sad. Not because I had ravaged her, but because I
hadn’t done so properly. I didn’t even get to see her
naked! I felt her nipples in my hands and in my mouth,
but I hadn’t seen them in the darkness. I had fingered
her clit, but I hadn’t gazed upon its feminine beauty.
The desire for these things started to swell within me.
I hadn’t thought much of Beth as a person when I first
met her, but seeing her again was captivating me as I
saw her as a sexual experience. After she finished
bringing out the food, I watched my brother’s wife head
to the pool house, watching her jiggling ass each step
of the way. Her body was tanned, her brownish flesh
mixing perfectly with her cascading blonde hair. Her
thighs were smooth and taut. Her breasts strained
against the shiny blue blouse, compelling me to
fantasize about setting them free.
I pictured her in my mind, lying alone on a lounge
chair, her shorts wet above her panties and showing me
the clear shape of her cunt. Her lips forming the words
to beg me to fuck her, calling my name. Kevin. Kevin.
Beth emerged from the pool house dressed in a daring
bikini. It was a glossy black material. The bottoms
were rather tiny. It was obvious she had to shave
everything to prevent pubic hair from showing. Her
breasts surged against the top, with a larger portion
of each squeezing out of the cups and threatening to
reveal her nipples. They jiggled unmercifully inside,
and my fingers twitched at the thought of touching
Beth dove into the water, and I watched as the droplets
glistened on her perfect form. I watched her for over
an hour, sipping occasionally at my Long Island iced
tea. I had become a virtual outcast, sitting alone and
speaking to no one. A couple of times I noticed Charles
looking at me, and wondered if he had seen my gazing at
his bride. Surely he would be uncomfortable if he had,
knowing we had already shared out bodies.
That I purposefully drank myself drunk. The people were
stuffy, arrogant, and boring. I spent my night watching
Beth, letting my appreciation for her grow, yet trying
to fight the thought that was brewing in my mind: the
thought that one time with her was not going to be
enough. I seriously doubted there was any way I would
be able to stick my dick in Beth again, but I wondered
if I might somehow get what I hadn’t gotten: the chance
to see her naked.
No one noticed me as I slipped away. I had moved my
things into my room earlier, and had some idea of the
layout of the house. I suspected that Charles and
Beth’s room would be upstairs, as they “guest” rooms
were all on the first floor. I climbed the stairs,
making sure no one was present, and worked my way down
the hallways until I was certain I had located their
I went back downstairs, and went to their utility room.
I found a roll of Scotch tape, and headed back to my
hosts place of slumber. Carefully I placed several
small strips over the bolt in the door. When they came
to bed that night, they would probably close the door
behind them. But it wouldn’t latch, allowing me to open
it just ever-so-slightly.
Several hours passed before the chance finally came.
Most of the guests had said good-night, as did I. But I
remained awake and listening, listening for the sounds
of Beth and Charles heading up to bed. I couldn’t have
been happier with the outcome. I heard Beth announce
that she was off to bed, while Charles indicated he was
going to the den to spend a few minutes on the
computer. Beth went up the stairs. I wasn’t far behind.
I caught a quick glimpse of her before she entered the
room and closed the door. She had changed out of her
bikini since the dip in the pool, but returned to the
nearly-as- enticing white shorts and shiny blue blouse.
I hurried to the door, not wanting to miss a moment of
her undressing. I pushed against it, and sure enough,
it opened slightly. I just wanted a crack, just a
little opening to gaze through. My eyes looked through
the sliver of an opening. I saw Beth.
She was standing in front of the bed. Her hands were at
her blouse, undoing the buttons. My eyes focused
instantly as her blouse began to open, and a full curve
of her breast was becoming visible. She was standing
with her weight shifted to her right leg. The pose was
innocently sexy. I watched Beth finish the unbuttoning,
and slide the blouse from her shoulders. Beth’s breast
bobbed inside her bra as she tossed the blouse onto the
bed. My jaws opened with heavy breath and my cock
hardened as I looked at her. She was so beautiful, so
incredibly sexy. Take of the shorts, I thought to
myself. Let me see that pussy I once fucked.
As if obeying me, Beth’s fingers worked the zipper of
the shorts, then slipped inside near her hips and
pulled the spandex down. She was wearing a small pair
of white stain panties that looked like a second skin
on her pussy. Beth stepped out of view for a moment,
and I began to panic. I feared two things. One, that
she was heading to the door because she knew I was
there, or two, that she was moving to another part of
the bedroom to finish undressing. When she didn’t
arrive at the door, I pushed a little more, widening
If Beth looked towards me, she would definitely notice
the door had opened a bit, but I had to take the
chance. She was at a dresser, and reaching for the
front-clasping bra. I would have killed myself if I
missed the sight of the opening bra, and the perfect,
beautiful breasts that sprang forth. Her nipples poked
into the air. Her areolas were dark, and circled each
nipple perfectly. I had seen her breasts naked. But I
still wanted more. Beth reached down to the panties,
but didn’t pull them down.
She was rubbing herself.
I wanted so desperately to rush inside the room and
thrust her onto the bed. Seeing her delicate fingers
graze against her cunt, and her lips quiver at the
touch, was nearly enough to drive me to insane action.
Her fingers slipped inside, and I knew she had
penetrated herself. I wanted to cum.
Beth spent only a moment giving herself a bit of
pleasure. Then she happily slid her panties off and
stood completely nude before me. I soaked in the sight
of her perfect, naked body. Beth opened a drawer, and
pulled out several outfits. I couldn’t see what she was
looking at, just some silken red and something white
and lacy. She took the red and shiny outfit, and stared
at it a moment, still nude. She reached back into the
drawer and pulled put a fresh pair of panties, also red
and shiny She slide them up her long, sensuous legs,
sadly covering her cunt once again. I gaped at my
brother’s wife, feeling a lust at a level I hadn’t
experienced in a long time.
Beth slid the red garment over her body, covering her
breasts, but just barely. It was a robe, and she looked
devastatingly beautiful in it. She disappeared further
to the left, and I heard the sound of running water.
The show was over. I decided to head back to my room
before my brother came up the stairs and saw the bulge
in my pants that had been induced by the sight of his
Seeing Beth nude had an unexpected effect on me, and
the effect was growing. It was almost as if I had never
been with her, as if I had never buried my cock deep
inside bother her cunt and ass. After all, I couldn’t
see her in the darkness. I wasn’t able to fully
appreciate her beauty – so was so perfect!
Her breasts looked as they were sculpted by the finest
plastic surgeon’s knife, yet I knew for a fact that
they were real. Her hips curved deliciously. Her lips
pouted in a needing, feminine way. Her hair streamed
down her back. I simply hadn’t noticed how gorgeous the
woman was before. I knew she was hot, and was certainly
impressed by Charles’s ability to land such a sexy
bride, but the more I saw Beth, the more I was
captivated by her.
The next two days with marked for me only by the times
I thought Beth might be nude. I caught glimpses of her
in their bedroom, and another when I hid in the pool
house when she changed from her super-tight shorts and
a t-shirt into the very enticing black bikini. The best
moment, however, came at the end of the second day.
Unable to shake the image of Beth both nude and in her
black bikini, I found myself perfectly in bed with
little chance of falling asleep anytime soon. My hands
had found their way inside my boxers, and my fingers
played against my hardening cock as I thought about my
brother’s wife. I tried to remember everything about
our night together. Her body had felt so wonderful, so
incredible. But my own nervousness and lack of light
had stolen something from me. I knew that I hadn’t
fully experienced this woman.
The more I rubbed my cock, the more desperate I was to
have her again. I ran through a variety of scenarios in
my mind. Maybe if I slipped into her room again – no,
that wouldn’t work so long as Charles was in there.
Perhaps I could just proposition her. I could simply
ask her to fuck me again. But I doubted she’d go for
it. She gave me a look of contempt whenever our eyes
met, and I was sure she didn’t want to do anything to
The main ideas I had for getting Beth again were to
either r**e her, or to blackmail her. Neither seemed
like a great idea. Raping her was sure to get me in
prison and kicked out of the family. Blackmailing
wasn’t much of an option, as Charles already knew I had
cocked her. Still, the remote fantasies I played in my
mind brought me nearly to orgasm,. Just picturing her
naked body, with my cock thrusting in and out of that
sweet cunt, was enough to bring me to excitement in a
matter of moments. But a new idea emerged in my mind.
I quickly got out of bed and crept out of my room. I
knew the house was pretty much asleep, and I counted on
Beth and Charles being asleep as well. My plan formed
quickly in my mind. I just needed to get upstairs, get
inside their bedroom.
Every footstep I made seemed to echo throughout the
house along with my heartbeat. I was doubly excited –
one count from my hopes of seeing Beth naked, the
second for the nature of what I was about to do.
I was going to fondle my brother’s wife as she slept.
I reached the door, but stopped before placing my hand
on the knob. I needed to control my breath, which was
loud from excitement. I needed to be incredibly quiet,
and invisible. If Beth awoke I just needed to not be
seen. She would assume it was either herself or her
husband whose hands were on her.
I opened the door slowly, fearing the slight creaking
sound would give me away. The room was completely dark.
I sank to my knees and began to crawl along the floor.
I could hear the sounds of my brother and his wife
sleeping peacefully. I felt for the edge of the bed and
nearly knocked over a table. If it hadn’t been for my
peeping in on Beth when she changed with the door
slightly open I would have had no sense of where to go.
The room was mammoth. Still, even with the vision the
cracked door afforded me, I had little idea where I was
in the room.
My head grazed against something soft, and I knew it
was the comforter. I had made it. I huddled against the
bed and held my breath. I listened to the sounds of the
couple, trying to determine on which side Beth was
sleeping. I could hear the mixture of their breath with
the ticking clock in the room. The quiet sounds were
almost deafening in the otherwise silent room.
My eyes still couldn’t see. Evidently their curtains
did a wonderful job of blocking out any light. But,
Beth made a slight whimpering sound that gave her away.
She was on my side of the bed.
I rose up on my knees, gliding my hands up the
mattress. As I rose, I noticed a slight glowing from
their alarm clock. I grabbed it, and moved it to the
bed. Beth was sleeping soundly. I dim red light
revealed in small portions her face turned towards me,
her lips parted slightly, and the lace of a nightie.
Thin straps ran over her shoulders. The front of the
nightie was low-cut, and as I moved the clock towards
her breasts, I realized her right nipple was exposed.
My body flashed with arousal as I beheld her perfect
tit. The dark skin around it made the nip stand out,
and I started to reach.
I stopped myself, fearing that such a touch was sure to
wake her. Instead I paused to enjoy the sight of her
breasts hanging out of the inadequate covering. She
wasn’t wearing this for practical reasons. The shirt
would cover little, and was certainly unacceptable
around the family. She was wearing it for Charles. I
was certain he had fucked her.
The blankets of the bed covered Beth up to her hips. I
figured I needed to remove them. I pulled at the
comforter, watching Beth’s face for any sign that the
sensation of the moving blankets or the rustling sounds
they induced would wake her. She appeared to be sound
asleep. I pulled the blankets passed her knees, not
daring to go any further. Beth was on her side in the
bed. The curve of her hips went upward, then sloped
down the length of her legs, which were facing me.
The lacy nightie was still high on her hips, despite
moving down somewhat as I moved the blankets. A path of
the lace fell between her legs, obscuring what I was
sure was her naked pussy. I reached for the lace,
lifting it with my right hand as I moved the clock with
my left. The cord was at maximum length, so I couldn’t
get as close as I wanted, but I could still see enough
of her neatly trimmed pussy wedged between her perfect
thighs to make me want to cum on-the-spot.
I was desperately to touch her, desperate to feel the
flesh of my brother’s bride. I looked again at her
nipple, and reminded myself I hadn’t come this far
simply to look at her body. I set the clock on the edge
of the bed, it’s light just enough to guide me. I moved
my hand to her hip, and slide it upward. The nightie
moved with it, and the path of fabric that had been
between her legs moved, too. Her pussy was now revealed
more completely, and didn’t require me to hold anything
up to view it.
Beth’s body turned, and I felt an instant wave of
panic. She shifted onto her back, but didn’t awaken.
There was now enough room for me to sit on the edge of
the bed, which I did so carefully. I put just the edge
of my hip on the mattress, and let most of my weight
run through me legs and to the floor.
I held the clock aloft, gazing at Beth’s perfect body.
Both breasts had shifted, and the nipples were again
concealed except for the obvious bumps they formed in
the lace. Happily, Beth’s cunt was still visible, now
with a little more space between her thighs. I leaned
down, holding my breath as I did. I moved my face
within centimeters of her cunt. I could smell her.
I could smell that scent of that perfect pussy, which
had been fucked a short time ago. Again I moved my
hands with the edge of the nightie inside them. I moved
the fabric up, as far as I could, taking in the sight
of her naked lower body up to her navel. My cock was
aching to enter her. It rubbed against my boxers,
calling for me to mount her while my brother slept
beside her. As much was I wanted to, I knew I couldn’t
go that far.
I looked again at her breasts. My eyes were seeing much
better in the glow of the alarm clock, so I put it back
in place. What I was about to do would require the
ability to make a quick getaway. I didn’t want to have
to worry about putting anything back.
I moved my left hand over her chest, and slowly lowered
it onto the rounded flesh of her breast. I felt her
nipple poking through the lace, and knew I needed to
feel it directly. I slipped my hand inside the nightie,
and with the lightest touch possible cupped my hand on
her boob. I watched Beth’s face intently, but saw only
her mouth open a little wider, as if a sleepy
excitement had caused it.
I don’t know how long I sat like that, but it was a
long while. Despite using the clock for light, I never
really looked at the time. I sat there, on the edge of
the bed shared by Charles and Beth, with my hand on the
breast of my brother’s wife. I felt her chest rise and
fall with breath, and the faint sensation of a
heartbeat. What I enjoyed most however, was the
hardening nipple in my grasp.
My cock felt like it was certainly going to explode. I
decided to risk another move, and guided my other hand
to her other breast. Slowly, carefully, I massaged
them. I wanted to feel them, but not jolt Beth awake. I
felt the weight of the breasts against my hands as I
lifted up, and the force of them returning to a resting
position. I felt both nipples in my palms.
Beth shifted in bed and whimpered quietly. I knew I
needed to let go and flee, but I couldn’t bring myself
to free my hands from inside her nightie. If she awoke,
I was caught. I was willing to take that chance for
just a few more moments of fondling her. She didn’t
wake up, but by the motions of her body I was wondering
if my actions were translating into some sexual dream.
Her breathing had deepened, and become more audible.
Her hands moved slightly, as if about to reach for a
lover. Though she hadn’t awoken yet, I knew the time
was approaching quickly. If I wanted to do anything
else, I needed to do it now.
I removed my hands from the nightie, watching Beth’s
face in the dim red light the entire time. I shifted my
body down the bed, and only when confident she still
hadn’t woken p, moved my eyes between her legs. Her
chest was lifting up and down with breath, causing
slight tremors in the flesh of her thighs and between.
He right knee bent slightly, and I realized I could
smell her more strongly. She was definitely getting
I looked at her cunt, debating if I should do what I
was thinking, but deciding to go forward. I got off the
bed, opting to instead lean over her, and reached my
hand between her legs. I grazed my finger against her
cunt. Beth gasped, and held her breath a moment. I
moved my finger against her opening, wanting so much to
plunge it inside. Beth’s body was starting to writhe.
She would wake up any second. I inserted the tip of my
finger inside her.
“Oh God…” she whispered. “Oh God, Kevin!”
I pulled my finger out of her. I was caught. I was
trapped. I stepped back, trying to prepare words in my
defense when I realized. She still hadn’t woken up! I
stepped back towards the door and managed to crack it
open before I heard her sit up in bed and swallow hard.
I could no longer see her, but I knew she was awake. I
quietly sank to my knees and listened. I heard nothing
but breathing for a moment, then some rustling. It
wasn’t the blankets I heard, it was the nightie. I
wondered what she was doing, when I started to hear,
very faintly, the sound of squishing and flesh on
She was masturbating! I wanted to see, but I knew I had
to leave. Still, I pictured her in my mind, her arm
stretched down between her legs, guiding her hand and
fingers inside herself. She didn’t suspect that I was
there, yet had said my name. It could mean only one
I was the one she was dreaming about!
The wedding went without a hitch the next day. I spent
most of the ceremony gazing at Beth in her bridal
dress. I was virtually silent during the reception.
With no date at my side and no family I cared to talk
to, I had little reason to open my mouth. Charles
didn’t talk to me, just as he hadn’t ever since
learning my cock had penetrated his bride.
I couldn’t keep my thoughts from centering on Beth. As
I looked at her breasts shift under the bridal dress,
and the slits open for flashes of leg, I remembered
every detail I could from the previous night. I had
seen her naked beauty, and finally felt the touch of
her flesh against my hands once again. Still, I knew I
Fantasies swirled in my mind involving Beth, of the two
of us running to a remote room of the house and me
ripping the bridal dress from her perfect body. Or,
getting drunk and remembering my cock inside her and
needing it again. Perhaps even subconsciously knowing I
had fondled her the previous night, and giving in to a
long desire to be with me again. The reception
disappeared in my mind. My eyes and thoughts dwelt only
on Beth. Of course, she pretty much ignored me, except
for one point in the night.
“I’d really appreciate it if you would stop staring.”
Her voice was stern. She had walked up to me from
across the room. I stammered a reply, but she ignored
“Look, what happened between us was bad enough. Don’t
call attention to it, or to us, by gaping at me.”
“Beth, I.” I wanted to say something, I even wanted to
apologize for fucking her if I thought it would lead to
me getting to fuck her again.
She walked off, and averted her eyes from me the rest
of the night. I continued to stare, and want.
Beth and her new husband were off to their bedroom to
consummate the wedding as the night came to an end. The
guests who weren’t staying on the grounds had mostly
gone. I stayed and helped clean up, only because I
needed something to occupy my mind. The couple weren’t
planning to leave on their honeymoon for a few days, in
order to spend time with their families. That would
give me a little more time to indulge my fantasies.
I wondered if Beth had known that I had been stalking
her at every moment, trying to catch any glimpse of her
that I shouldn’t. I was obsessed with the idea, and the
opportunities seemed more plentiful than I would have
ever imagined. I was dumbfounded when I saw her walk
from her bedroom to a common bathroom, dressed only in
panties and a towel draped over her shoulders. She was
carrying shampoo, and evidently going to take a shower.
Why she wasn’t using her own, I didn’t know, but I
guessed that Charles must be using it and for some
reason she didn’t want to get in with him.
Either way, it was a chance for me to see her again.
This time, I would see her nude, sensuous body as she
bathed herself. Provided she didn’t lock the door. I
waited a moment until I heard the shower come on, then
an extra moment to make sure she was inside and
lathering up. I tried the door. As I hoped, it wasn’t
I walked into the bathroom. The steam from the water
had thoroughly obscured the glass of the shower. I
could hear the water spraying on Beth, and pictured her
naked, wet body in my mind. She had no idea I was
there, no idea I was standing just a few feet from her.
I don’t know exactly what came over me, but something
was telling me I had once chance to persuade her. Once
chance to seduce her.
I pulled the shirt from my body and set it on the sink.
With my eyes still on the shower, I slid off my jeans
and boxers. I stood outside the glass, completely
naked, waiting for her. My mind was reasoning that the
sight of my fully hardened cock win her to me, that the
sight of it would so overwhelm her with lust and memory
of our past fucking that she would leap into my arms
and beg me to enter her. We would fuck right there, in
the shower, and she could clean herself up before
rejoining my brother.
I heard the faucet shut off, and listened as I heard
her towel off the dripping moisture from her skin. I
could vaguely make out her shape through the glass, and
waited with nervous anticipation as her hand reached
for the door.
Beth shrieked as she saw me. Her eyes opened wide with
fear. Her eyes opened with surprise. And her eyes
looked down my body, and settled on the sight of my
huge, hard cock.
“Kevin! What the hell? Get out of here!”
I knew I wanted to be direct. I wanted to say exactly
what I was feeling.
“I want to fuck you again.”
I looked her in the eye, and confidently repeated, “I
want to fuck you again.”
Beth’s body language actually relaxed. She looked at me
a moment before realizing her bare breasts were
bouncing in my view and the towel in her hand was doing
little to conceal her cunt.
I went to her. I grabbed her arms.
“I want you, Beth. I want you so bad. I can’t stop
thinking about you, about when we.”
“When you practically raped me?” she said, stiffening.
“Beth, I didn’t r**e you. You know that! You knew what
you were doing.”
“You got me drunk, and you fucked me. I wasn’t in my
“I couldn’t help it. You touched me, I touched you.
God, you’re so beautiful. I couldn’t help myself, and I
thought you wanted it.”
Beth softened somewhat. Still, she broke free of my
grasp and wrapped the towel around her naked body.
“Kevin, I don’t want to think about that anymore. What
happened was wrong, and the whole situation is best
forgotten. Now I really need you to leave. Charles may
come in here at any minute.”
“Beth.” I walked towards her. I walked up behind her,
and reached my arms around her. My cock mashed into her
ass. Beth pulled away.
“If you don’t leave right now, I’ll start screaming.
Everyone will know what you’ve done, and I’ll tell them
you tried raping me.”
I looked at her. I was looking for some sort of hope in
her eyes. Some chance I could still win her affection.
But she was resolute. If I wanted her, I would have to
r**e her. Humbly, I started for the door, still looking
back at her. She was holding her hairbrush towards me
as though it was a weapon. Her eyes were glaring at
mine, compelling me to leave. Then, something. Her eyes
She was staring at my cock.