Snow White : Continued 9/21/04
Time seemed to lull into a void of soundless emptiness. Sleep consumed Michael slowly. Like black quicksand clutching him and pulling him down inch by inch. He was staring out of the windows, peering into the shadowed trees, swaying rhythmically in the silence. Lights of cars passing by on the street.
When his eyes finally did make a seal and bring him into stone-like unconsciousness, he was swirling in a whirl of emotions: Love, affection, infatuation, desire, loneliness. He was seeing images of Tammy laying in her bed, masturbating. But as she pressed her fingers into her curve, blood started to gush out on her bed. She was moaning and writhing onto her fingers as this blood pooled and crawled over her white sheets. Gripping the headboard as she was screaming with the mixes of deep purples and bright reds of blood. Her nipples were lactating the very same blood. Still moaning.
Her bed became a crypt and the blood was over flowing her stone casket. Just her oval face above the surface. She looked blissful as the blood finally stopped, and the wind blew across the blood, creating the waves that went from left to right over the surface. All was quiet. All was peaceful. Then, Tammy's eyes shot open; She screamed both a high-pitched and guttural scream and at the same time the blood shot up to the ceiling.
Michael awoke sweating. He breathed rapidly trying to calm himself. Should I check in on Tammy? He thought. Even though he was voting against it (being caught), he went up the stairs like a ninja; Silent and careful.
He reached the door and turned the knob ever so slowly, as to prevent creaks. Almost afraid to look in, he closed his eyes while the door opened. He peered his head into her room; Her back was to him, she was sleeping soundly. That's my girl, he said to himself as he closed the door. She appeared so innocent, almost too innocent to have been defiled (although he stared at her round bottom that the sheet was clasping).
Michael heard movement across the hall; The parent's room. Hurry go, now! He said inside himself. Like the Ninja, he ran downstairs so quietly, he made no sound. He almost leaped onto the couch and then, from the adrenaline was awake for ten more minutes. But sometime after, he was asleep. He drifted heavily to side of dreamland. Nothing inparticular, simply visions, shapes, landscapes. He saw a mountain top with blue sky and purple fog. The mountains became pitch-black, then were speckled with stars. The image zoomed to the mountain's stars, and Michael was now in the galaxy. Floating passed green, yellow, red, and red systems in the cosmos. Swimming amongst the stars and diving deep into the dark forgotten of space. He shot downward, then just stared at all the stars around him. He was at peace. His heart wanted to break from such serenity.
He looked down and then felt something tug him. His zipper began to go down, he was in his dream, watching it go lower, and then open. Hands were on his flesh and his cock was becoming hard. As the lips landed on his hardened member, he was shot backward in space and came back to reality.
In the darkness, he was getting another blow job from his young familiar. Best not say her name, for her parents could be awake. This blow job was incredible, but felt different. Possibly all the saliva in Tammy's mouth, oh well.
He grasped her hair and then playfully tugged at it, smiling. As the warmth surrounded his cock, and he could feel the firm press of her tongue against it in her mouth, he began to worry about getting caught, but the paranoia only quickened his libido.
As soon as Tammy put his balls in her hands, he looked down at her black outline in the dark. He wanted so bad to say her name, but he held it in. She began to go faster, bouncing her lips off his flesh and taking him deeper into her mouth. He was now being deep throated, and he lost it. He came inside all of Tammy's mouth, clenching at her hair, petting her head. He then lay back, and breathed in.
Wait. Wait a minute, Tammy can't deep throat, and her mouth isn't that big to do so anyway! Who the fuck is this?! Michael shot up to the lamp and turned it on:
It was Joan, Tammy's mother. She had semen on her lips and was wearing her satin black robe. Michael's eyes were filled with gasping horror:
"Didn't you like it, my young stud?" She licked the semen off with her tongue in that nauseous sexual manner. She went clawing for his half-stiffened cock.
Michael was speechless. He shrugged her hands away from him. Eyes weathered and staring down at her.
"What's the matter? Are you a fag? Come on, I don't even give Dan a blow-job like that! Baby, that was strictly for you, and only you!" She pleaded on her knees.
"Why?! Why have you done this?!" Michael sat up, pants still partly pulled down.
"Why?! Why?! Why else have you been around here all the time like a little boy wanting some nookie? You know you wanted my pussy!" She said flat out accusingly, "And now you can have me!" She assured him with a clench of her hands at his hips.
"I didn't want you to! I wasn't coming here for you!" Careful Michael, he said to himself.
"WHAT!" She said in a heated whisper, "Am I to believe you are coming here to fuck my ten year old daughter?! That is preposterous!" She hissed.
Or was it? He thought.
"I came here because I enjoyed the company of you all!" He tried to lie.
"Why do you think I asked where your house was, Mike? I want you to take me there tomorrow! I tried to find it, but I kept going in the wrong parts of the hill!"
And you fucking told her where it was, god damn you Michael Dannick! He said angrily to himself.
A quiet moment passed, but was then breached:
"Now, you lay back and let momma get on your lap. I'm going to hug you until you make me groan!" She climbed onto his lap and clenched the back of the couch.
"Joan, get off me..." Wait Michael, think of it! You could fuck both mother and daughter! This is a fucking golden opportunity! He thought about it...Fuck gold, I always loved silver more, he said.
"No, I want that cock inside me! I risked too much to come down here dressed like this and receive nothing! No no, you are going to fuck me and please, call me 'Mommy." She started kissing his neck. His turn-on spot.
Michael became erected.
"That's it, Mikie, get hard for Mommy..." She whispered.
Think of it Michael, one night, just to fuck an older woman who knows what she is doing. Stop being teacher, and be student, learn from her, and then, use this against her. She has too much to lose if the marriage were to suddenly end. What Michael didn't know was, that Dan had a huge bank account ready for Joan. If they were married fifteen years, she would get just over fifty-thousand dollars. They were just a few months shy of that goal. So literally, Michael was more correct than he could have ever wagered.
Michael didn't like this, but he had no choice. Make love to her, or she could say he did something to Tammy, or tried to kill Dan. But if he did make love to her, what would it do to Tammy? She can't find out. Anger filled Michael at the Catch-22 that Joan placed him in. He was between a pussy and a hard place, and for once, he didn't like it.
"No one would ever find out?" Michael asked.
"Not a soul! I swear! I just want you to make me cum! That's it!" Joan had that face Tammy made. It was of utter weakness and submission.
"Dan hasn't made me cum in over ten years. I always ended up going to the bathroom and wiping out my dildo or vibrator to finish the job. I miss being treated special. I miss, being special." She said in utter defeat and laid her head down on his right shoulder.
So, this vixen wasn't the cock mongering whore she was at first. Doesn't change how she violated him. But the Catch-22 still remains. Michael was not stupid for the cutsey treatment. He already fell for Tammy's.
"Tammy won't find out, nor Dan?" Michael asked softly.
"Oh my god no! I love my marriage, I love my child!" Her face shot up to meet his with wide eyes.
"Fair enough, what about a prophylactic?" He looked down at her pussy; It was shaven. Her breasts hidden behind the dusk of her robe. They looked to be about B cups.
"Oh, don't worry baby, momm--I'm on the pill." A tinge of sexual insurgence from Michael on that one.
"All right then. Let's get this over with." He said dismayingly.
Joan looked at him with disgust:
"I'm not trying to rape you Michael! I just want some fun in this sexual hell I was placed in!" Hell hath no fury like a woman made to feel like a whore.
"I didn't mean it like that, I feel a Catch-22 is in order here." Michael cautiously placed the words.
"Oh no! I would never deny you anything over here. You can always come into my house...as well as my pussy. It's yours baby, please," she inched closer, lips barely touching, "please make love to me. I'm your slave. I'm your sexual mother waiting for love..." She had that look, submissiveness.
"This 'Mother' calling, this turns you on? And why?"
Joan ceased with the sexual banter and slouched her hands onto his lap:
"I had an affair a couple years ago. He was fifteen, I was thirty-one. He was the older brother of one of Tammy's friend, that came over to bring the friend home. His name was Louis. When he came over one day to pick them up, I told them that they were at Northwest Park swimming pool.
He started to leave, but then I offered him something to drink. He accepted and then came inside (I bet he did). We were sitting at the table, when he started to remark at how beautiful I was for 31, making feel I was past my prime. By the way, never make a woman feel that.
So we were drinking some pop when I got up to answer the phone. I leaned against the counter to reach if from the other side, which meant I had to lean over the counter. I was wearing my cut off shorts, so this meant I could get over there easily without pants holding tight to my skin. Well, anyway, I leant over the counter, picked up the phone, blah blah, wrong number, bye. When I tilted my head back to look at him, he was staring at my ass. Not looking, engorging in sight. Like he was looking for enemy landmines in the dark, focusing, staring. He didn't notice me looking, and for some, strange reason, I felt compelled to do it, so I did. I flexed the muscles in my ass and it made him nearly have a heart attack. I asked him: 'Do you like what you see?' to which he jumped up and said: 'Fuck yeah, Mrs. D!' I laughed at that and then said: 'Come over here.'
When he came close enough, I put my ass against his thighs, perfect height. He leaned on my back and grabbed my breasts. I moaned from his touch alone. He pounded his ass against my ass and then I turned around and began to make out with him. Ya know, major hots for this guy.
Well, in his turned-on, teenage horn dog stupor, he remarked that I was almost as old as his mother. This, of course made me feel REALLY old (hey sister, I know the feeling. Michael thought), and he then hugged me, and grabbed my ass and said: 'But I'll still lay you down and cum inside you Mommy.' And that just made my heart and cunt burst with love and sexual frustration. Well, there was no laying down involved, we did it right on the counter. We made love for, what was almost two full hours. I must have climaxed twenty times. I was covering him and the counter with my love nectar. It was bliss, Michael. Bliss.
Then we heard the door being slammed into. It was Tammy and her friend, his sister, Jade. They thought the door was open, and with cat like agility, he jumped off me, pulled up his boxers and pants, pulled me off the counter, pulled up my panties and panties, within three seconds, and still managed to have time to kiss me, wipe off the counter with a wet rage and spray the kitchen with Febreeze.
We made love several more times. We did this for months, and months. Almost a complete year of nothing but love and sex, desire and compassion. No one ever caught on. Only my paranoia. His boxers somehow got into my washer, and I found them before Dan did. So, with the cunning use of fear of hurricanes, which was already there, I made Dan believe we were in jeopardy of being bashed by one. So he collected all of our things, and we left for Austin. We had some time shares here, so it wasn't too hard to find any place to live. We had planned to live here after Tammy left high school, so, we just came here eight years earlier than planned.
The only reason I did this, was because Dan felt that the war was over with trying to win me. I was his trophy and that he no longer had to baby and care for me. When, that is what I loved about him most, he cared for me. Then his babies were stocks and bonds and politics. His dick grew hard for politics, and fell soft in my lap at the end of the day." She frowned lightly in the moonlight. Utter, complete, and desolate, defeat. Her whole body was the wound, tread carefully Michael.
There it was, full confession. Michael actually felt bad for her, this harlot of the house. Best watch what I say so as not to spark an ultimatum. He kissed her lips softly, for it was all he could do. The care-taking nurturer came into his mind.
With domination in mind and a goal to please this abandoned wife seeking lust in a black robe, Michael grasped her hips, passed his tongue into her mouth, carressed her silken skin.
"Let me inside, Momma." He said softly to her.
Joan grasped his firm cock and went to put it inside her nether hole.
He was almost inside her when he thought instantly: "Betrayal" "Whore!" But what else could he do? Stop this! He thought:
"I can't." Michael put his hands down at the sides of his body.
"But you want to. I know you do." She grabbed his shirt, lifted it up and scratched his chest almost painfully.
He pulled her arms out of his shirt:
"No, I don't." He looked away from her.
"Why do you resist me? There is nothing to lose by fucking me on this couch, this night! Nothing!" She turned his head towards her face.
"It would be a travesty to Tammy, to Dan, and to you. I can't do this, and I won't." He stared her down into her eyes.
She was aghast at his denying her. She shaved especially for this night. She even got a wax job just for him. She said angrily:
"I waxed and shaved up for you Michael Dannick! And you WILL appreciate me and fuck me! Do you even realize what an honor it is for me to even suck your dick? Do you realize, how many people want to fuck me? And yet I chose you? I want you!"
"You speak of others?" He asked and looked at her in the corner of his eyes.
"YES! Several!" She said firmly.
"Then go fuck them if you want some little thrill. I shall not embark on this adventure with you. Go away." He pointed up to her staircase.
She sat there, on his lap, steaming and brewing with anger:
"I SHALL NOT BE TOLD WHAT TO DO IN MY OWN HOUSE!" She said in a scratching whisper. Like trees against the windows, her voice pushed forth like crawling insects.
Michael did not respond.
"Oh Tammy! Oh Dan! Please! Give me a break, like you give a shit for either of them! I can be your lover, your whore, your slave, your master! What could they ever be?!" She demanded grotesquely.
"Alot more than a couch-side whore. That, is for absolute certain." He said slightly audible off the winds of his breath, as he looked out the window.
Enraged, Joan grasped his throat with both of her hands:
"Do this, or I shall make Tammy go to some boarding school in India, and I will kill Dan myself!"
Michael's eyes turned to hot coals as he beamed directly into her eyes:
"You don't have the guts. You don't have anything but seething hatred and animosity for anything that won't cum between your legs!" He said with a fire burning deep within him, "I bet you forced Louis to fuck you. I bet you had to threaten to kill his parents for him to lay with you, Joan." Like a spear to the side, he sent these words flying into her.
Joan was far beyond ever being assauged, she clasped tighter on Michael's neck. Michael then stood up, and even though he was now naked from the waist down, Joan had to grab something else not to fall down on her ass. She reached for his shoulders. Michael grabbed her by the wrists. She went to kick him in the privies; He turned and threw her on the couch. She landed roughly, but on the cushions, none the less.
Michael grabbed her throat and placed his thumb and fingers in certain points, then quickly said before she could manage to break free:
"I have placed my fingers onto arteries in your neck, if I jab down on them, you will die. It would the same as severing your neck from your spine."
She was speechless. Then finally, she mustered:
"Like Xena?"
"Like Xena. I learned this from a master of the occult years ago. Do not make me kill you. I could always put a knife in your hand and say you came at me." He smiled.
"But..."
"Motive? Well, I could say that I saw you with another man, or perhaps, a boy. I could say I saw you bobbing up and down like a playground whore in one of these backrooms." Another smile, fingers pressing firm.
"And..."
"The boy? Oh I'm sure the police could find someone who has been inside your tainted pussy. Am I wrong?" He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.
"........no...." Utter defeat and fear in her eyes.
"Now, trollop, get yourself up those stairs, and don't you ever threaten me, Tammy, or Dan; As a matter of fact, don't threaten anyone. Be a good little wife, and fuck your husband, love your daughter, and wish them both well." He smiled and then sat at the edge of the couch.
With this, Joan went to claw his face. Michael quickly jabbed two of the five arteries and she was stunned instantly. She looked like a paralyzed ghost. No words from her, not even a gasp.
Michael whistled innocently and then clicked on his indigo feature of the watch he was wearing:
"Not a smart move, Joan. In about twenty seconds, you will experience, what I can only describe as the most painful headache and visions of black scenery. It would be like putting on a tight glove over your body. Oops, I ramble, fifteen seconds left."
He raised his pants over his hips and zipped up. Took out the rustles of his shirt with rough strokes.
He whistled still and moved her robe off of her breasts. He moved it to the sides of her body:
"Would hate for such a pretty robe to get stains. Going to behave? Blink twice."
She did.
Michael backhanded the right side of her neck and at the moment of impact, blood shot from her nose all over her chest and stomach. She rushed her hands up to her face to prevent from gushing all over the couch and all over her face. She sat up immediately, but then fell over the couch and onto the floor. The left side of her face smashed to the rug:
"Oh yes, that would be from the lack of blood to the brain. You're going to have a pounding headache the rest of the night because of that." Michael was all smiles.
Joan tried to stand up, but she was like a newborn giraffe, bobbling everywhere, with her hands to her head. She fell and her head landed in Michael's lap. He poot his left foot against her chest and shoved her off of him and onto the floor.
"Upstairs, NOW!" He stood over her, looming, pointing in the direction of the stairs.
Joan gathered herself and then climbed the steps:
"Oh, and Joan, if you tell anybody about this, I will track you down, and do the same thing to you again. But more importantly, I could tell them how you tried to kill me first. And you wouldn't want that, now would you?"
Joan went to say "No," but she sounded like a deaf-mute:
"Oh yes, that would be from the jabbing. You won't be able to make a syllable for about three or four hours. Drat it couldn't be a few days." Smiles again arose from him.
Like a wounded deer, she climbed upstairs:
"And do wash yourself, you're absolutely a fright!" Laughter.
A close of the bathroom door, water running:
"Oh boy, now what have we gotten ourselves into, Michael?" He said aloud to himself.
Fuck it, sleep.
I wonder what the morning will bring? Stare at the clock, 4:58 a.m. Fuck it, sleep.
He then said outloud, softly:
"Tammy, I love you. I love you, Tammy Weiss."
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When his eyes finally did make a seal and bring him into stone-like unconsciousness, he was swirling in a whirl of emotions: Love, affection, infatuation, desire, loneliness. He was seeing images of Tammy laying in her bed, masturbating. But as she pressed her fingers into her curve, blood started to gush out on her bed. She was moaning and writhing onto her fingers as this blood pooled and crawled over her white sheets. Gripping the headboard as she was screaming with the mixes of deep purples and bright reds of blood. Her nipples were lactating the very same blood. Still moaning.
Her bed became a crypt and the blood was over flowing her stone casket. Just her oval face above the surface. She looked blissful as the blood finally stopped, and the wind blew across the blood, creating the waves that went from left to right over the surface. All was quiet. All was peaceful. Then, Tammy's eyes shot open; She screamed both a high-pitched and guttural scream and at the same time the blood shot up to the ceiling.
Michael awoke sweating. He breathed rapidly trying to calm himself. Should I check in on Tammy? He thought. Even though he was voting against it (being caught), he went up the stairs like a ninja; Silent and careful.
He reached the door and turned the knob ever so slowly, as to prevent creaks. Almost afraid to look in, he closed his eyes while the door opened. He peered his head into her room; Her back was to him, she was sleeping soundly. That's my girl, he said to himself as he closed the door. She appeared so innocent, almost too innocent to have been defiled (although he stared at her round bottom that the sheet was clasping).
Michael heard movement across the hall; The parent's room. Hurry go, now! He said inside himself. Like the Ninja, he ran downstairs so quietly, he made no sound. He almost leaped onto the couch and then, from the adrenaline was awake for ten more minutes. But sometime after, he was asleep. He drifted heavily to side of dreamland. Nothing inparticular, simply visions, shapes, landscapes. He saw a mountain top with blue sky and purple fog. The mountains became pitch-black, then were speckled with stars. The image zoomed to the mountain's stars, and Michael was now in the galaxy. Floating passed green, yellow, red, and red systems in the cosmos. Swimming amongst the stars and diving deep into the dark forgotten of space. He shot downward, then just stared at all the stars around him. He was at peace. His heart wanted to break from such serenity.
He looked down and then felt something tug him. His zipper began to go down, he was in his dream, watching it go lower, and then open. Hands were on his flesh and his cock was becoming hard. As the lips landed on his hardened member, he was shot backward in space and came back to reality.
In the darkness, he was getting another blow job from his young familiar. Best not say her name, for her parents could be awake. This blow job was incredible, but felt different. Possibly all the saliva in Tammy's mouth, oh well.
He grasped her hair and then playfully tugged at it, smiling. As the warmth surrounded his cock, and he could feel the firm press of her tongue against it in her mouth, he began to worry about getting caught, but the paranoia only quickened his libido.
As soon as Tammy put his balls in her hands, he looked down at her black outline in the dark. He wanted so bad to say her name, but he held it in. She began to go faster, bouncing her lips off his flesh and taking him deeper into her mouth. He was now being deep throated, and he lost it. He came inside all of Tammy's mouth, clenching at her hair, petting her head. He then lay back, and breathed in.
Wait. Wait a minute, Tammy can't deep throat, and her mouth isn't that big to do so anyway! Who the fuck is this?! Michael shot up to the lamp and turned it on:
It was Joan, Tammy's mother. She had semen on her lips and was wearing her satin black robe. Michael's eyes were filled with gasping horror:
"Didn't you like it, my young stud?" She licked the semen off with her tongue in that nauseous sexual manner. She went clawing for his half-stiffened cock.
Michael was speechless. He shrugged her hands away from him. Eyes weathered and staring down at her.
"What's the matter? Are you a fag? Come on, I don't even give Dan a blow-job like that! Baby, that was strictly for you, and only you!" She pleaded on her knees.
"Why?! Why have you done this?!" Michael sat up, pants still partly pulled down.
"Why?! Why?! Why else have you been around here all the time like a little boy wanting some nookie? You know you wanted my pussy!" She said flat out accusingly, "And now you can have me!" She assured him with a clench of her hands at his hips.
"I didn't want you to! I wasn't coming here for you!" Careful Michael, he said to himself.
"WHAT!" She said in a heated whisper, "Am I to believe you are coming here to fuck my ten year old daughter?! That is preposterous!" She hissed.
Or was it? He thought.
"I came here because I enjoyed the company of you all!" He tried to lie.
"Why do you think I asked where your house was, Mike? I want you to take me there tomorrow! I tried to find it, but I kept going in the wrong parts of the hill!"
And you fucking told her where it was, god damn you Michael Dannick! He said angrily to himself.
A quiet moment passed, but was then breached:
"Now, you lay back and let momma get on your lap. I'm going to hug you until you make me groan!" She climbed onto his lap and clenched the back of the couch.
"Joan, get off me..." Wait Michael, think of it! You could fuck both mother and daughter! This is a fucking golden opportunity! He thought about it...Fuck gold, I always loved silver more, he said.
"No, I want that cock inside me! I risked too much to come down here dressed like this and receive nothing! No no, you are going to fuck me and please, call me 'Mommy." She started kissing his neck. His turn-on spot.
Michael became erected.
"That's it, Mikie, get hard for Mommy..." She whispered.
Think of it Michael, one night, just to fuck an older woman who knows what she is doing. Stop being teacher, and be student, learn from her, and then, use this against her. She has too much to lose if the marriage were to suddenly end. What Michael didn't know was, that Dan had a huge bank account ready for Joan. If they were married fifteen years, she would get just over fifty-thousand dollars. They were just a few months shy of that goal. So literally, Michael was more correct than he could have ever wagered.
Michael didn't like this, but he had no choice. Make love to her, or she could say he did something to Tammy, or tried to kill Dan. But if he did make love to her, what would it do to Tammy? She can't find out. Anger filled Michael at the Catch-22 that Joan placed him in. He was between a pussy and a hard place, and for once, he didn't like it.
"No one would ever find out?" Michael asked.
"Not a soul! I swear! I just want you to make me cum! That's it!" Joan had that face Tammy made. It was of utter weakness and submission.
"Dan hasn't made me cum in over ten years. I always ended up going to the bathroom and wiping out my dildo or vibrator to finish the job. I miss being treated special. I miss, being special." She said in utter defeat and laid her head down on his right shoulder.
So, this vixen wasn't the cock mongering whore she was at first. Doesn't change how she violated him. But the Catch-22 still remains. Michael was not stupid for the cutsey treatment. He already fell for Tammy's.
"Tammy won't find out, nor Dan?" Michael asked softly.
"Oh my god no! I love my marriage, I love my child!" Her face shot up to meet his with wide eyes.
"Fair enough, what about a prophylactic?" He looked down at her pussy; It was shaven. Her breasts hidden behind the dusk of her robe. They looked to be about B cups.
"Oh, don't worry baby, momm--I'm on the pill." A tinge of sexual insurgence from Michael on that one.
"All right then. Let's get this over with." He said dismayingly.
Joan looked at him with disgust:
"I'm not trying to rape you Michael! I just want some fun in this sexual hell I was placed in!" Hell hath no fury like a woman made to feel like a whore.
"I didn't mean it like that, I feel a Catch-22 is in order here." Michael cautiously placed the words.
"Oh no! I would never deny you anything over here. You can always come into my house...as well as my pussy. It's yours baby, please," she inched closer, lips barely touching, "please make love to me. I'm your slave. I'm your sexual mother waiting for love..." She had that look, submissiveness.
"This 'Mother' calling, this turns you on? And why?"
Joan ceased with the sexual banter and slouched her hands onto his lap:
"I had an affair a couple years ago. He was fifteen, I was thirty-one. He was the older brother of one of Tammy's friend, that came over to bring the friend home. His name was Louis. When he came over one day to pick them up, I told them that they were at Northwest Park swimming pool.
He started to leave, but then I offered him something to drink. He accepted and then came inside (I bet he did). We were sitting at the table, when he started to remark at how beautiful I was for 31, making feel I was past my prime. By the way, never make a woman feel that.
So we were drinking some pop when I got up to answer the phone. I leaned against the counter to reach if from the other side, which meant I had to lean over the counter. I was wearing my cut off shorts, so this meant I could get over there easily without pants holding tight to my skin. Well, anyway, I leant over the counter, picked up the phone, blah blah, wrong number, bye. When I tilted my head back to look at him, he was staring at my ass. Not looking, engorging in sight. Like he was looking for enemy landmines in the dark, focusing, staring. He didn't notice me looking, and for some, strange reason, I felt compelled to do it, so I did. I flexed the muscles in my ass and it made him nearly have a heart attack. I asked him: 'Do you like what you see?' to which he jumped up and said: 'Fuck yeah, Mrs. D!' I laughed at that and then said: 'Come over here.'
When he came close enough, I put my ass against his thighs, perfect height. He leaned on my back and grabbed my breasts. I moaned from his touch alone. He pounded his ass against my ass and then I turned around and began to make out with him. Ya know, major hots for this guy.
Well, in his turned-on, teenage horn dog stupor, he remarked that I was almost as old as his mother. This, of course made me feel REALLY old (hey sister, I know the feeling. Michael thought), and he then hugged me, and grabbed my ass and said: 'But I'll still lay you down and cum inside you Mommy.' And that just made my heart and cunt burst with love and sexual frustration. Well, there was no laying down involved, we did it right on the counter. We made love for, what was almost two full hours. I must have climaxed twenty times. I was covering him and the counter with my love nectar. It was bliss, Michael. Bliss.
Then we heard the door being slammed into. It was Tammy and her friend, his sister, Jade. They thought the door was open, and with cat like agility, he jumped off me, pulled up his boxers and pants, pulled me off the counter, pulled up my panties and panties, within three seconds, and still managed to have time to kiss me, wipe off the counter with a wet rage and spray the kitchen with Febreeze.
We made love several more times. We did this for months, and months. Almost a complete year of nothing but love and sex, desire and compassion. No one ever caught on. Only my paranoia. His boxers somehow got into my washer, and I found them before Dan did. So, with the cunning use of fear of hurricanes, which was already there, I made Dan believe we were in jeopardy of being bashed by one. So he collected all of our things, and we left for Austin. We had some time shares here, so it wasn't too hard to find any place to live. We had planned to live here after Tammy left high school, so, we just came here eight years earlier than planned.
The only reason I did this, was because Dan felt that the war was over with trying to win me. I was his trophy and that he no longer had to baby and care for me. When, that is what I loved about him most, he cared for me. Then his babies were stocks and bonds and politics. His dick grew hard for politics, and fell soft in my lap at the end of the day." She frowned lightly in the moonlight. Utter, complete, and desolate, defeat. Her whole body was the wound, tread carefully Michael.
There it was, full confession. Michael actually felt bad for her, this harlot of the house. Best watch what I say so as not to spark an ultimatum. He kissed her lips softly, for it was all he could do. The care-taking nurturer came into his mind.
With domination in mind and a goal to please this abandoned wife seeking lust in a black robe, Michael grasped her hips, passed his tongue into her mouth, carressed her silken skin.
"Let me inside, Momma." He said softly to her.
Joan grasped his firm cock and went to put it inside her nether hole.
He was almost inside her when he thought instantly: "Betrayal" "Whore!" But what else could he do? Stop this! He thought:
"I can't." Michael put his hands down at the sides of his body.
"But you want to. I know you do." She grabbed his shirt, lifted it up and scratched his chest almost painfully.
He pulled her arms out of his shirt:
"No, I don't." He looked away from her.
"Why do you resist me? There is nothing to lose by fucking me on this couch, this night! Nothing!" She turned his head towards her face.
"It would be a travesty to Tammy, to Dan, and to you. I can't do this, and I won't." He stared her down into her eyes.
She was aghast at his denying her. She shaved especially for this night. She even got a wax job just for him. She said angrily:
"I waxed and shaved up for you Michael Dannick! And you WILL appreciate me and fuck me! Do you even realize what an honor it is for me to even suck your dick? Do you realize, how many people want to fuck me? And yet I chose you? I want you!"
"You speak of others?" He asked and looked at her in the corner of his eyes.
"YES! Several!" She said firmly.
"Then go fuck them if you want some little thrill. I shall not embark on this adventure with you. Go away." He pointed up to her staircase.
She sat there, on his lap, steaming and brewing with anger:
"I SHALL NOT BE TOLD WHAT TO DO IN MY OWN HOUSE!" She said in a scratching whisper. Like trees against the windows, her voice pushed forth like crawling insects.
Michael did not respond.
"Oh Tammy! Oh Dan! Please! Give me a break, like you give a shit for either of them! I can be your lover, your whore, your slave, your master! What could they ever be?!" She demanded grotesquely.
"Alot more than a couch-side whore. That, is for absolute certain." He said slightly audible off the winds of his breath, as he looked out the window.
Enraged, Joan grasped his throat with both of her hands:
"Do this, or I shall make Tammy go to some boarding school in India, and I will kill Dan myself!"
Michael's eyes turned to hot coals as he beamed directly into her eyes:
"You don't have the guts. You don't have anything but seething hatred and animosity for anything that won't cum between your legs!" He said with a fire burning deep within him, "I bet you forced Louis to fuck you. I bet you had to threaten to kill his parents for him to lay with you, Joan." Like a spear to the side, he sent these words flying into her.
Joan was far beyond ever being assauged, she clasped tighter on Michael's neck. Michael then stood up, and even though he was now naked from the waist down, Joan had to grab something else not to fall down on her ass. She reached for his shoulders. Michael grabbed her by the wrists. She went to kick him in the privies; He turned and threw her on the couch. She landed roughly, but on the cushions, none the less.
Michael grabbed her throat and placed his thumb and fingers in certain points, then quickly said before she could manage to break free:
"I have placed my fingers onto arteries in your neck, if I jab down on them, you will die. It would the same as severing your neck from your spine."
She was speechless. Then finally, she mustered:
"Like Xena?"
"Like Xena. I learned this from a master of the occult years ago. Do not make me kill you. I could always put a knife in your hand and say you came at me." He smiled.
"But..."
"Motive? Well, I could say that I saw you with another man, or perhaps, a boy. I could say I saw you bobbing up and down like a playground whore in one of these backrooms." Another smile, fingers pressing firm.
"And..."
"The boy? Oh I'm sure the police could find someone who has been inside your tainted pussy. Am I wrong?" He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.
"........no...." Utter defeat and fear in her eyes.
"Now, trollop, get yourself up those stairs, and don't you ever threaten me, Tammy, or Dan; As a matter of fact, don't threaten anyone. Be a good little wife, and fuck your husband, love your daughter, and wish them both well." He smiled and then sat at the edge of the couch.
With this, Joan went to claw his face. Michael quickly jabbed two of the five arteries and she was stunned instantly. She looked like a paralyzed ghost. No words from her, not even a gasp.
Michael whistled innocently and then clicked on his indigo feature of the watch he was wearing:
"Not a smart move, Joan. In about twenty seconds, you will experience, what I can only describe as the most painful headache and visions of black scenery. It would be like putting on a tight glove over your body. Oops, I ramble, fifteen seconds left."
He raised his pants over his hips and zipped up. Took out the rustles of his shirt with rough strokes.
He whistled still and moved her robe off of her breasts. He moved it to the sides of her body:
"Would hate for such a pretty robe to get stains. Going to behave? Blink twice."
She did.
Michael backhanded the right side of her neck and at the moment of impact, blood shot from her nose all over her chest and stomach. She rushed her hands up to her face to prevent from gushing all over the couch and all over her face. She sat up immediately, but then fell over the couch and onto the floor. The left side of her face smashed to the rug:
"Oh yes, that would be from the lack of blood to the brain. You're going to have a pounding headache the rest of the night because of that." Michael was all smiles.
Joan tried to stand up, but she was like a newborn giraffe, bobbling everywhere, with her hands to her head. She fell and her head landed in Michael's lap. He poot his left foot against her chest and shoved her off of him and onto the floor.
"Upstairs, NOW!" He stood over her, looming, pointing in the direction of the stairs.
Joan gathered herself and then climbed the steps:
"Oh, and Joan, if you tell anybody about this, I will track you down, and do the same thing to you again. But more importantly, I could tell them how you tried to kill me first. And you wouldn't want that, now would you?"
Joan went to say "No," but she sounded like a deaf-mute:
"Oh yes, that would be from the jabbing. You won't be able to make a syllable for about three or four hours. Drat it couldn't be a few days." Smiles again arose from him.
Like a wounded deer, she climbed upstairs:
"And do wash yourself, you're absolutely a fright!" Laughter.
A close of the bathroom door, water running:
"Oh boy, now what have we gotten ourselves into, Michael?" He said aloud to himself.
Fuck it, sleep.
I wonder what the morning will bring? Stare at the clock, 4:58 a.m. Fuck it, sleep.
He then said outloud, softly:
"Tammy, I love you. I love you, Tammy Weiss."
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