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Someone Was Watching - 1
by LaPetiteMort (highwater08@comcast.net)
***
Salina and her two daughters were hiding out in a rented
cabin in the mountains. She felt "Someone Was Watching."
Maybe her hermit-like, mysterious neighbor could help.
Then more bad news came, her crazed ex beat their
address out of her sister and would soon be on his way
to kill them all. (FFM, mast, oral, rom, cum-control,
voy)
***
Chapter 1
Four times Salina had been to the county sheriff to
complain that someone was watching her and her two
daughters in their secluded Sierra mountain cabin. Every
time she had told him that she was afraid and felt that
she and her daughters might be molested or killed. Every
time the sheriff had told her that he did not have the
staff to watch her house all night, every night. This
time the sheriff asked, "Have you met the man who lives
up the hill from you?"
"I didn't know, I have a neighbor."
"He is very private but his military record says he is
more than capable of protecting you and your daughters.
Maybe you could talk to him."
"He may be the person watching and stalking us."
"Not likely. He has lived here for thirty years and is
seldom seen but has never caused one moment of trouble."
That afternoon Salina and her two girls, Anna 10 and
Brenda 12, searched through the woods to find the house
that she did not know was there.
***
Cody watched the woman and her daughters from a thicket
not too far from his house. It never worked out in his
favor to be around people. He always got put down, told
he was not good enough, taken advantage of or used and
forgotten. Every year that goes by, he understands more
about his own father and more of his own anger changes
into deep sadness. He is always lonely, but enduring
that loneliness is infinitely easier to face than the
hurt that other people put in his heart.
Cody's father was a career Army, enlisted man and a
world class drunk. When half sober "Good Old Dad" read
"True Crime" magazines with details of murders complete
with the most gruesome pictures. Cody's first true love
was in high school, until her officer father, forbid his
daughter to date a lowly enlisted man's brat. He was
great in college but ran out of money before graduation.
His draft notice was a one way ticket to the killing
fields of Vietnam. Strangely, he found peace there. He
was told it was alright not to feel or care. He was good
at killing, working as a forward scout and didn't even
mind hearing how his missions were important but he was
expendable. After years of such work, he could walk away
from the worst carnage, the greatest pain, even starving
children, and feel nothing.
After discharge, he discovered a talent for writing
dark, violent mysteries and secluded himself miles from
any people and slowly built his home. He loved physical
work to the point of exhaustion and getting lost into
his stories and his characters' lives. His publisher
found a gregarious stand-in who pretended to be the
famous writer and traveled the book tour circuit. Again,
his job was to stay out of sight, be used and know that
people would not like him to sign his own books. At
least now, he benefited. He spent very little money but
had millions. His computer was most of his world. It was
his library, his travel, his inside entertainment and
even his lover when he occasionally wanted to remember
what a woman looked like. Alone he was alive. Even
seeing the woman and her daughters made him cold and
defensive inside.
***
Cody watched the slight, frail, tired looking woman
write him a note and leave it on the door of his empty
cabin. She looked sad that he was not there. He knew she
needed something. Her daughters were frightened by the
forest and its evening sounds. All three seemed happiest
when they scurried away.
The note needed editing and her spelling was not very
good. Still he knew the problem, its cause and its
solution. Several times, he had noticed a teenage boy
leering through their windows. The boy lived in a weekly
motel near the highway, two miles away. Cody had watched
the boy jack off while sitting in a tree, watching the
females. Truthfully, he identified with the boy but he
knew the boy would get into real trouble, now that the
woman was frightened and looking for help.
***
Two mornings later, about six a.m., pebbles were being
thrown against the front door to waken Salina and her
girls. She was very frightened when she looked out the
front window. A tall thin boy was tied to the end post
of her deck. He was only wearing his briefs. They were
wet. His clothing was stacked about ten feet away; his
hair was messed up; he was frightened and trembling in
the near freezing mid-October morning cold. There was a
note, fluttering from under a rock on the deck near the
young man.
In her bathrobe, Salina ventured out onto the deck
carrying an old, probably unloaded, double-barreled
shotgun, quickly retrieved the note and raced back into
the house. Both her girls were peeking out the door at
the practically nude, scared boy.
Salina,
The boy lives in the run-down motel next to the gas
station. He is frightened and will not cause you any
more problems. He has soiled his clothing and is
embarrassed. He has been watching you and your daughters
through your windows and masturbating. He's about 15. At
that age, his actions make sense. The sheriff will know
what to do with him. Consider getting lots of really
hard work out of him, instead of having him carted off
to reform school and having him marked for life as a sex
offender. He just needs a sister to peek at while he
grows up and time to realize that she is peeking too.
The young boy was so frightened and cold, he could not
speak. Salina called the sheriff and sent the boy to
shower while she put his clothing in the wash. Warmer
and wrapped in a robe, he was in shock and his answers
were not very coherent.
She asked him, "How did you wind up tied to my deck?"
Each word was halting and his eyes darted in fear toward
the door, "I was looking through your windows, waiting
for someone to wake up and then I was on the ground. I
couldn't breathe. It was dark. I was so scared, I messed
my pants. Then you came out and I was tied to the post."
The answer to her next question was filled with pure
panic. It told her to give up. "Who did this?"
"Nobody. It happened fast. No sound."
The boy was relieved when the sheriff arrived. The
police represented protection. He was given time to
dress in his partly dry clothes.
Salina walked out with the burly, strong sheriff,
"Aren't you going to talk to my neighbor?"
"Twenty years ago, when I was 16 about eight local
toughs in their twenties got liquored up and decided to
meet your neighbor. They were all found like your
peeping-tom. They all kept mumbling about seeing
nothing, the "Silence" and the "Power." No one has tried
to meet him since. I figure he doesn't want to talk and
that's alright with me."
"He doesn't see anyone? How does he eat?"
"The UPS man drops off parcels from Wal-Mart, stuff from
a book company back east, seeds and, sometimes, other
packages. Even the UPS man says, he has never seen your
neighbor."
Salina felt her excitement and realized she was wet when
she returned to the warmth of her cabin. She had always
been attracted to strong, bad-boys, who fought, bragged
and dominated her. Her two wonderful daughters were
proof of her insane attraction. Both were fathered by
different men who slapped her around and left her when
she got pregnant. Even now, she was hiding three states
away, in the high mountain rented cabin from a violent,
often drug crazed man who had sworn to kill her and her
daughters.
The buffed out strength, the uniform, the authority and
the power of the sheriff had turned her body on. Her
body and her mind always seemed to be on different
channels. Mentally, she knew her weakness but, now in
her mid-thirties, even her constant worry, could not
keep her body from yearning to be taken, possessed and
satisfied by male strength.
For a week, Salina went to sleep fantasizing about her
mystery neighbor. He was totally unknown, so she could
make him into anything she wanted. Twice one of her
daughters called out to her to ask if she were sick. She
needed to learn to be quieter when she came. Her clit
was tender from being rubbed more than it was used to.
Tomorrow was Monday. Her daughters would be going back
to school. Her fear of being alone would come back.
The snows were coming and the long lonely winter would
be setting in. Her fingers thrust harder. Her palm was
full of her wetness and her breathing was ragged.
Masturbating was not providing the needed relief. She
knew this week, sometime, she would try to meet her
neighbor. The fear and mystery excited her. She did not
sleep well and kept fingers inside herself all night.
Cody was skinning a deer about fifty yards from his
cabin when he heard steps through the forest. They were
soft, light steps. Like the VC used to make. He was
comfortable with his knife. He left the rifle behind.
Salina's package sent hot vapors above its cloth cover.
Her steps were not coordinated because she had both
hands in front of her to hold her package. Cody enjoyed
watching her thin but shapely ass, move seductively from
side to side in her tight blue jeans. He decided she was
sexy, tom-boy pretty and liked her clean, fresh skin.
Her breasts were nice conical "Bs." She smelled of a
light vanilla fragrance. He never wore any scent to
alert the game and any heavy perfume scents made him
sneeze.
Cody decided to be civil. He had shaved and was
presentable today. At six foot tall and 200 very toned
pounds, he would seem big to her in his bulky coat. He
followed, removing his coat. His face was rugged but not
unhandsome. She knew how to attract a man. The aroma of
the apple pie now dominated the forest trail behind her.
Salina banged on the door and twice called out "Hello,
is anybody home?" Cody watched. She opened the door and
went in, calling out, "Hello" again. He did not like her
invading his house but convinced himself it was only to
put the pie in the kitchen with a note. When she did not
come back out, he wondered, "Is she a thief?" She must
learn not to go where she is not invited.
She was standing, awestruck in his great room with all
his computers, books and comforts, when he acted. In one
swift movement, with his left hand, he pulled her jacket
up from behind to bind both her arms. His right hand
slipped a bloody small canvas game bag over her head and
pulled the draw string tight, leaving his right hand
free. He kicked behind her knees, pushed and guided her
to fall heavily onto her stomach. All her breath escaped
her.
She was in pain, gasping to pull air back into her
lungs. His right hand rolled her over onto her back and
he patted her down, taking extra time over her breasts
and belly. His hand remained between her legs and
squeezed. With no effort, he lifted her using his hand
behind her back and his hand on her pussy.
As fast as she had been overpowered, Cody released his
left hand and lifted her makeshift hood off her head.
His right hand stayed between her legs.
Her eyes struggled to focus. Her breath was almost back
and her clit was responding to the strong finger resting
on it. She saw a big smile, sparkling hazel-green eyes,
ruffled brown hair and heard a friendly masculine voice,
"Salina, what a wonderful surprise. You brought me a
pie. Please, stay long enough to have a slice with me."
There was no pause in his words but he removed his hand
from her pussy and helped her off with her coat, as if
nothing had happened. "Oh, I apologize, you don't know
my name; I'm Cody."
She did not remember saying anything but she was seated
in his kitchen with a glass of milk and a slice of her
pie in front of each of them. At the same time, she was
both confused and enveloped by his warm, friendly
smiling words. They talked like old friends. He offered
little about himself but she had told him her life story
in the hour-and-a-half that passed like five minutes.
"Cody, I really have to get back. The girls will be home
from school in a few minutes. They will be worried if I
am not there."
"I'll walk out part of the way with you and show you
what I'm doing. Do you and your daughters eat deer
meat?"
"We have at friends' houses but never at home."
He showed her his kill. She felt queasy. They walked
together about half way to her cabin.
"If you will be home this time tomorrow, I will bring
you some nice cuts for you and your daughters." He
paused, reached out to grasp her chin and turn her face
toward him. "I am very grateful that you cooked for me
and brought me a pie. Spending time with a lovely woman
is quite a treat for me. Next, time, make sure you have
my permission to enter my home."
His words were raw power. They were not offensive.
Salina's face pressed into his hand. He sensed her
nature immediately and pulled her hair so her head
arched back baring her neck. Her heart beat so hard the
arteries in her neck throbbed. His eyes started at her
neck, scanned down every inch of her body and then back
to lock on her eyes. "Your body attracts me. You are
very desirable. I promise to be more civilized when you
visit me again."
The shadows were getting long when he disappeared into
the brush. Her mind was offended that he just assumed
she would visit him again after such a rough first
welcome. Her body added in its own thoughts, "I don't
want you to be more civilized."
Over dinner, Salina told her daughters about meeting
their neighbor and for them to hurry home tomorrow from
the bus stop so they might meet him too.
In the tub that night, she shaved her pussy clean for
the first time in months. She fingered her clit, fucked
herself with a well selected zucchini from the
refrigerator and pushed a finger up her ass while she
wondered if Cody would stretch her and press into her g-
spot like the green squash was doing. She had endured a
long day and being roughed up some. Her orgasm was long
and satisfying. She fell asleep in the tub until the
water got cold.
The next afternoon, Salina's daughters arrived home just
before Cody arrived with a complete meal for their
evening. At first the girls objected to eating Bambi's
mom but after a few bites their objections evaporated
into Cody's enthusiastic descriptions of Wiener
schnitzel, flavored jerkies, stews and sausages. He even
picked a spot in front of the fireplace where the doe's
hide would fit perfectly once it cured.
Long after the girls went to sleep, Cody and Salina
talked. "Salina, if you heat this entire place with that
little propane furnace and the fireplaces, you do not
have near enough firewood for the winter and you don't
have a good way to store the wood so you can get to it
and keep it dry."
"I'm afraid of the winter. We have never lived in such a
harsh climate and don't know what to do."
She found Cody so easy to talk to. She told him
everything about hiding from her violent ex and fearing
for her daughters' safety.
"If you do not object, I'll clear some defensible space
around your place tomorrow and use that wood and some
nearby dead trees to stack the cords of wood you will
need for the winter. You'll have to feed me breakfast,
lunch and dinner on the days I work. I also have a favor
to ask."
"Ask anything. You are volunteering to do an
unbelievably large amount of work."
His smile was pure male naughtiness. She blushed. Cody
teased but continued, "Better not say, "Ask anything,"
to a man who has been out in the woods as long as I
have. Salina, it has worked well for me to be a mystery
man for a long time. I want you and your girls to keep
me a secret. Don't tell people you know me or anything
you discover about me."
"We'll keep your secret. Can we visit and become
friends?"
It was dark outside. Cody stood and donned his coat, "I
hope so. I really enjoyed tonight. I've already told you
that I'm attracted to you, so I can hardly take that
back and start over as a proper neighbor."
She did not give him much room to get out the door when
she opened it for him. She was about to say something
when he leaned down and let his open lips settle over
hers. She inhaled in surprise and he exhaled into her
lungs. The sensation raced between her legs, just as his
tongue entered her mouth. He actually tasted her lips,
along her gums and her tongue, when she offered it. He
sucked at it. His lips were soft but demanding. His
mouth was moist and his taste trickled from above her,
across her tongue and down her throat. She thrust her
small breasts into his chest and a small moan escaped
her captured lips.
"Me too, little one. I am a very oral man. I want to
taste every inch of you. I want to watch your face
contort in climax and feel your body let go and fly like
it has never flown before."
Her voice was hoarse and halting when she tried to keep
the conversation going, "Don't you want anything for
yourself?"
His words were spoken slowly, in a whisper, tickling her
neck below her ear, he added, "Controlling you, feeling
you cum and tasting you would all be for me. But, yes, I
will dream of you wanting me, your body opening for me
and sucking my cock deep into your body so it can rake
across your clit on every thrust. I want to feel its
head press into your g-spot and then slip deeper into
you, stretch you and feel your womb spasm around me.
Most of all I want to kiss you when you scream into my
mouth and squirt your wetness out around my shaft."
Her eyes were closed. She was breathing deeply,
completely into his fantasy. Her body was throbbing when
it pushed forward and felt what he wanted to put into
her. His hands came to rest on her breasts and his
fingers rolled her hard nipples. Her body shuddered. It
shocked her. It wasn't a big one, but with only his
voice, he had made her climax. His lips kissed hers
again and his tongue licked to say, "Goodnight." Her
body screamed "No" but tonight was not the night. They
had much to discuss and learn.
Over the next month, Salina often visited Cody during
the day when her daughters were in school. Usually, they
would make lunch together and talk the afternoon away.
Some days she would stay bundled up while he worked
outside splitting wood, shoveling paths in the early
snow or cleaning up fallen branches. She felt warm and
safe around him. He was threatening and gentle at the
same time. She realized he was well off financially and
made his living with the computers some way.
She had not quizzed him and he had not offered much
information. She often wondered how old he was and what
he looked like under his carefully layered clothing. His
hygiene was perfect and now he shaved every day and was
ready to spend time with her when she visited. It seemed
important to him that she came to him. He did not come
on to her. She wanted him to. Until three days before
her period, just a week before Thanksgiving, they were
just talking friends.
The morning crispness was giving way to a sunny, rare
near sixty degree day, when Salina got close enough to
see that Cody was outside splitting wood. His body
glistened, he had removed his shirt. He was tanned, his
muscles were well defined and she could now guess that
he was older than she first guessed. The steady swings
of his double bladed ax were accompanied by his sound of
exertion.
After each swing, she could see a little cloud of
exhaled vapor. Mostly she wanted him. She hid in the
bushes and watched his sweaty body. She pushed her right
hand into her pants and thrust two fingers into her wet
sheath. For several minutes she thrust into her own
body. It felt good; she was getting wetter but no relief
was coming her way. She walked the last twenty yards.
"Good morning, Cody."
His chest was heaving to pull the air in that he needed
but his smile lit up the shadows. "I was thinking about
you and hoping that you would come visit me today." He
imbedded the blade of the ax into the big stump that he
was using as a splitting table and took the last few
steps to close the gap between them. His stride was
strong and assertive. He hugged her possessively and
kissed her. He had done this a few times before. Today,
he paused, looked puzzled and then reached down to take
her right hand. It was still warm when he pressed it to
his face.
There was no mistaking his smile when he recognized
where her fingers had been. He sucked her fingers.
Salina blushed and felt her body respond to his mouth
and her own hands on his damp male skin. When his tongue
lapped between her fingers a ripple of pleasure flowed
through her. He caught her eyes when they stole a glance
to the front of his jeans.
He pushed her hand down between his legs and squeezed
her fingers to wrap around his twisted, hardening cock.
She did not move her hand but flicked out her tongue to
lap at the salty wetness on his chest. She could feel
him hardening. She bent more forward and sucked at his
right nipple and then licked it.
Cody pulled her by her hand and she followed willingly
to his house, through the door and up the stairs to his
bedroom. It was warm, kempt and masculine. For this
moment it reeked of testosterone and her pussy throbbed,
knowing that he was going to take her. She was willing
but he had not asked and was not going to. He sat on the
edge of his bed with her standing between his knees.
Slowly he undressed her and kissed each inch of skin
that he uncovered.
Salina relished in the power she felt from him. She had
felt it before with other men but her mind swirled to
understand why it was different with Cody. When she was
totally nude, he praised her, complimented her, stood
and picked her up. Gently he put her on his bed and
watched her eyes as he stripped for her. He was looking
for any disappointment or regret.
He was ready for her. His cock was as long as she had
ever taken but thicker. He would stretch her. Her legs
opened as he stepped toward the bed and she reached out
to embrace his male weight. Instead, he protected her,
staying mostly above her and kissed her and gently
caressed her neck and breasts. She was ready and wanted
him inside her but he teased them both. For long minutes
he worshiped her neck, her mouth and slowly moved his
talented mouth and tongue down to where he could see she
had prepared for him. Her mind might have been ready to
be taken but her legs surprised her. They spread and
lifted, her arms held her knees; she was inviting him to
her most private feast.
Instead of driving his mouth between her glistening,
swollen red lips, again, he denied his pleasure to watch
the fingers of his left hand open her. He sucked his
right middle finger and then used it to gently open her
and slide maddeningly slowly directly to her g-spot,
press and rub firmly. Salina was a quiet, submissive
lover. Her loud groan startled her. Cody watched his
finger. It was for his pleasure and he enjoyed invading
her body. His cock danced, knowing it would soon have a
turn to stretch into her welcoming, appreciative belly.
Faster than ever before, Salina was ready to cum but he
removed his finger and brought his face to her pussy as
he opened her with his thumbs. He licked up her slit and
tickled her swollen clit with just the tip of his
tongue.
Her face contorted and her legs trembled. She was ready
to be frustrated this time; she knew he would not let
her cum yet. For half an hour he tortured her. She had
never been wetter and Cody drank every drop that ran
from her. She was about to scream, when he paused. She
struggled to open her eyes. He was kneeling between her
legs with his cock in his hand. He ordered her, "Guide
me into your body. Give yourself to me."
God how she wanted this. Her heart pounded loudly. She
rubbed the broad helmet between her sensitive lips and
held it in place while he thrust just enough to open her
and have his sensitive ridge disappear into the path to
her womb. Another groan escaped her lips as her fingers
raked at his hips to pull him into her. Her curled up
legs kept her from grasping him. She lowered them so her
feet were on the bed and her knees splayed wide to give
his hips a clear path to thrust and have his cock open
her wider than she had ever been opened. Her mind was
spiraling out of control. She was inside watching
herself being invaded. She was behind him pushing his
hips to impale her pleading body.
Somehow she managed to open her eyes. Cody's were
closed. The muscles on his neck and arms were standing
proud and sweat beaded on his face. He was using every
ounce of strength not to take her. He wanted to tease
her and please her. She was in awe of his desire and
effort to control his male urges.
It took a minute for him to work his cock all the way
in, so their bodies pressed together. The base of his
shaft ground into her. She was not ready but her climax
began. He felt it and thrust. Instead of ending, her
climax built as the tip of his strong cock pushed across
her magic spot and the shaft slid full length over her
clit. She was holding her breath. He kissed her and blew
into her lungs. "Breathe deeply for me and fly for me."
Her mind did not understand but her body did. Her voice
was strange and strained. It started to say words she
had never spoken. "Fuck me. Harder damn-it. Don't keep
teasing me you asshole. Make me cum. Fuck me."
Still he tortured himself and her. His strokes were
strong, jolting but slow and even pace. Finally, she
could get her hands and fingernails dug into the cheeks
of his ass. Finally, she could pull him tighter and urge
him to fuck into her faster. She felt two drops of sweat
drip from his face just before a mighty groan rolled out
of his chest. He thrust hard slapping their bodies
together. This is what she wanted from him. Her lungs
sucked all the air from the room. His lips closed over
hers and she screamed into his mouth.
She remembered the fantasy. Her body would not stop. It
lifted him and he drove it back into the bed. Her belly
was spasming and she felt the first shot of his cum lace
across her cervix. Again she screamed. Her body cramped
and trembled. Her eyes were open but could only see
black and she could not inhale again. Her scream just
trailed off into nothingness as her body collapsed. Her
last thoughts were how full she felt, how his wonderful
cock still danced and pumped in her belly and how his
strength protected her. She was safe; she was satisfied;
her body was still climaxing; she was now free to enter
ecstasy and trust.
Cody finished thrusting and draining his balls into the
passed out woman under him. Knowing he had pleased her
to this ultimate point kept him hard. Strangely he liked
fucking into her totally still body. He had no more to
give her, he was soaking wet but he did not want to
collapse on her. He rolled them onto their sides. His
cock softened very slowly. He pulled her leg across him
so he would stay deep.
Salina's mind woke slowly. Her eyes did not open but she
could feel the weight of the softening, thick, heavy,
satisfying cock that was still lying inside her. When
she did open her eyes, he was watching her, stroking her
neck and ears. As her eyes focused, he spoke to her,
"You are so very lovely and a wonderful lover. You gave
me another thing to be thankful for this time of year."
He pulled her on top. That little movement was enough to
make his little used cock begin to swell again. Her
belly's muscles were tired but she knew her duty. She
straddled him and began to thrust. Even in this state of
shared euphoria, she went too far and got a quick
reminder that this powerful, older man was complicated.
Her entire body rocked up and down his body and she held
his hands over his head as her sensitive clit had to
endure more pain than pleasure for a few more moments.
"I want to tie you to the bed and ride you all day."
For a few shocking seconds, Cody jumped out of their
shared bliss, he urgently had to tell her, "I will
pretend to be tied but you can never really tie my
hands. I will panic. I'm sorry, please never try."
Her body felt him thrust up, trying to regain where they
were. It was too good. She could think later. Now she
was going to fuck her man until she came again and until
she could feel his anguish as she pulled life from him
again. This time she wanted to watch him. See his face
twist because of what her body did to him. He had been
so in control, now she wanted to steal that from him.
Just before her body began to race again she noticed the
clock. Her daughters were home. She was always there
when they arrived from school. Her clit stole her
concerns. Her mouth opened and she drooled onto his
hairy chest as she thrust long and hard. Cody moaned.
She had won. His hands clutched at the bars on the
headboard and his body twisted and squirmed not to reach
out, grab her and take her hard and fast. Salina was
near madness herself but this time was for him. She
wanted to show him that her body could return what he
had done to her. His body arched taking all her weight
onto his hips. She was willingly impaled as deep as his
cock could stab into her.
She filled the air with a mighty, "Yes, now." They came
together. Cody had little cum to put into her, so he
filled her with his caring, his desire to protect her,
his friendship and his willingness to work for her.
As they came down together, Cody first relaxed against
the bed and then immediately sat up to hold her too
tight and tremble against her. He had let his feelings
go too far, too fast. As he held her, he knew. Salina
knew also. This time with him was one of the best in her
life, but he was ahead of her with his feelings. That
slowly shifted the moments to awkward.
She kissed him, "Cody that was magnificent. No one has
ever pleased me like that. I'm sorry but the girls are
home. They are going to worry. I have to get back."
The last thing he wanted was for her to leave but he
said, "I know. You are magnificent. I……" Then he
stopped, he was about to make an idiot of himself again,
so he fumbled, "I know you have to get home."
As they dressed, Cody added, "Day after tomorrow is
Saturday. It is supposed to be a beautiful day. One of
our last good hiking days. Maybe you and the girls would
like to take a little hike up to a lake I know and fish
for a few hours and then come back."
Salina's daughters knew what their mother had been up to
the second they saw her. She and her body just glowed.
There was a peace and contentment about her. It was a
quiet evening. Her virgin daughters were old enough to
enjoy the undefined fantasy of their mother's
completeness, her pleasure and the unwashed, mixed
scents of a man and a woman.
The Saturday hike was a lot of fun, except for having to
learn to clean fish. Cody dropped them off just after
sun set. The temperature was dropping fast. He left a
smile on Salina's face by whispering, "I wish we could
keep each other warm tonight by wrapping our bodies
around each other." She had to get her daughters in. She
did not say, "Me too." Cody wished she had said that.
Instead, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him sweetly
on the lips. It was the first time her daughters had
seen their mom show overt affection toward Cody.
Cody went hunting Sunday, stayed overnight and made it
home Monday about noon. Again he was butchering a deer
in late afternoon when Salina raced through the trees to
him. She was not dressed properly and only had slippers
protecting her feet. Her two girls raced after her, not
knowing what frightened their mother so much that she
ran from the house not even taking time to hang up the
telephone.
"Rod beat up my sister and got the address of where we
are living."
Cody's voice was cold, calm and distant, "How is your
sister."
"She's going to be alright; she is going to take the bus
out here to be with us. We have to pack and get away."
There was no room for dissention, he just said, "No."
Salina began to babble and object. Cody ushered them all
into his house. It was warm. All the females were
shivering. He told them, "First you have to wait for
your sister. She won't know where you have gone and
might get the brunt of Rod's anger."
"We can't stay at our house, he knows where it is."
"That gives us an advantage. You will all stay here,
with me. We'll have the cops call their buddies and find
out when Rod leaves town. We'll have a notice that he is
coming to us. You cannot run and be victims all your
lives."
"The three cops in this town cannot protect us. He'll
come armed and be very angry."
Cody's eyes were dark, ice cold and deeply confident.
All three of his guests shivered under his gaze. They
knew, he would not accept any more discussion and
strangely felt safe.
Two days later a badly bruised Dea arrived. Cody ushered
her to his house instead of her sister's. He offered
nothing. In fact, his usual friendly banter had
evaporated. He had spoken very little since they had
heard about Rod. In another two days, the police chief
called and said Rod had packed up and driven out of
town.
The weather was bitterly cold. Still Cody gathered his
gear and went to stay outside near Salina's house. The
females were to stay together in his house, with the
pistols he gave to Dea and Salina. The girls were not to
go to school. The house with the shutters closed was a
fortress. The wood box could be accessed from inside.
There was plenty of food. His last words were, "Keep the
cell phone charged. I'll call you every day. You are
safe. I'll be watching."
The next five nights all dropped to around zero and the
wind howled. One short but heavy snow storm blew through
on the forth night. On the morning of the seventh day,
the local Sheriff drove Cody home. The women watched
through the peep holes. Cody warmly thanked the Sheriff
before he drove away and Cody, dirty, with a scraggly
beard came up the stairs, noisily knocking snow from his
boots.
The story was simple enough to be true. The morning
after the heaviest part of the snow storm, Cody found
Ron's van. Ron had weathered the storm in it and then
trekked up the road to the right. He should have walked
the left fork to find Salina's house. The snow storm
covered his tracks as he hiked further up the hill and
got disoriented. During the next night, he froze to
death, lost in the darkness. Cody found his body the
next day and called the Sheriff.
Ron's frozen body was armed with a 9mm Beretta FS with
two extra 15 round clips, a hunting knife, zip ties and
now very frozen duck tape. As an ex-con – prohibited
from having a firearm - and as a convicted batterer, the
evidence seemed clear that he was intent on doing harm.
The case was already closed locally. Cody would not talk
about any part of his days outside or finding Ron.
Often the adult sisters wondered if Cody had overpowered
Ron and just sat and watched him freeze in the snow.
They would never know. Both learned over the years that
if it had happened that way, Cody took no pleasure in
it. He would have done it to protect his growing group
of females.
***
As meek, submissive and tom-boyish as Salina is, Dea is
an opposite surprise. First, she is a stereotypical
Italian beauty – short, full rounded curves, olive skin,
animated, assertive and talkative. She said her mother
was like her. Salina had no chance to talk when her
father remarried and they put their two families
together. Dea is also openly sexually playful. That
would not have become a problem as long as all the
females stayed in the other house. However, by early
spring money was tight. The extra, non-working mouth to
feed was not helping. Dea has secretarial skills and is
a good typist.
Cody offered to pay her to help get his office in shape.
It did not take a week until she knew who he was as a
writer and had discovered his porn short stories. Three
times she had directly challenged him, "Are you as good
as the men in your stories?" "Do you really like going
down on all your women?" "How many women have you been
with and how old are you?" She is a big tease to boot.
Cody liked to look at her often hiked up skirt or her
wiggling tight pant covered ass. Still he liked where
his stolen moments with Salina were going.
Over lunch one day, when Dea was down town shopping and
the kids were in school, he confessed to Salina, "I'm
not sure I can keep Dea working for me?"
"Why's that? I thought she is an excellent secretary."
"She is but she is also a tease."
"She asked me if I had read any of your stories. I
didn't even know you wrote. Let me read some of your
naughty stories."
"Sure, but what do I do about your sister?"
"I've noticed how aggressive you are with me sometimes.
I like that. Are those the days she teases you?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"Tease her back. See what she does. I bet she backs
down."
"What if she doesn't?"
"Do what comes naturally but save some for me."
"You telling me you want me to have sex with your
sister?"
"She is five years older than me. She was a little wild.
She taught me to masturbate. I used to sit on my bed and
get off, listening to her stories about teasing her
dates, getting them worked up and leaving them with
aching balls. I doubt if she has ever run into a man
like you. I don't think she could take it. I think you
would work her up instead and she would have to run home
and masturbate instead of me."
"You are a little hot vixen, using me to try to get back
at your naughty sister. Would you be jealous if I had
sex with her?"
"Yea, and I'd come to you and make you prove that you
still want me. You'd have to tell me what you did and
get us both so turned-on, you'd fuck me until I couldn't
walk the next day. But….."
"But what?"
"This deal is only with my sister - no one else. I
couldn't handle that. You already know that you are
becoming very special to me."
"I need a translation."
"Later. I like being with you. Let's leave it at that
right now."
"Does your sister know we are occasional lovers?"
"I don't think so. I don't think she would openly flirt
with you, if she knew."
"I'm surprised. Your girls know."
"They might talk to each other and suspect. They both
like you and feel safe with you around but they have
never directly asked me."
"Any of the white binders on the bottom shelf are
suitable for you to start getting to really know the
naughty man you are with."
"How about the colored binders on the next shelf?"
"Better leave those for later – many are fetish stories
or things I wrote on days I was in a deep dark emotional
hole."
"The published books above those?"
"You can read them. They are more masculine, action
stories with flawed heroes. If you have any questions
about them, I'll explain."
***
Cody wasn't sure if he should trust in Salina's
"permission" to flirt with her sister. A couple of days
later, Salina was knee deep in helping at the school
because several of the lunch cooks were out sick with
the flu. Dea took advantage of the freedom at Cody's
house. She wore a skirt. It was too cold outside for
that to be sensible. Cody usually got lost into his
stories as he wrote but that day, Dea's long shapely,
exposed tasty looking legs distracted him. Several times
Dea caught him looking. Finally, she asked, "Do you like
ogling me?"
"As long as you want to show off, I promise to look."
"Do you think I am teasing you on purpose?"
"Yes." Then he added playfully, "I can see your panty
line through your skirt. If you really want to tease me,
leave the panties off."
"I've read a dozen of your stories. You are all talk."
"You're right. I'm old, harmless and all talk. I
wouldn't know how to deal with a truly hot woman like
you."
The subject dropped until Saturday. Cody had given Anna
permission to use one of his computers for a school
project. While he typed, she worked tirelessly, never
looking up. Brenda was staying with a friend and Salina
was at a school training session for cafeteria
personnel. Only casually did he realize Dea was sorting
papers on the third desk in the room while standing to
his left. When he did look over, he noticed she had on
the same skirt as a few days before. There was no panty
line. The gauntlet had been thrown down.
With Anna still working diligently, Cody went to stand
next to Dea using his body to block Anna's view. He
leaned over and said, "You don't have to work on
Saturday."
"I was a little behind and wanted to catch up."
He leaned forward and whispered so his breath would
tickle her neck and ear, "You won't be behind very long.
You are working so fast your breasts are heaving. It is
hard for me to watch you and not want to give you a
hand." In time with his emphasized words he stooped down
briefly so his hand could slide up the inside of her
slightly spread legs. He did not pause until his hand
cupped her pouting pussy lips. He felt around the well
trimmed short bush.
He worked the back of his thumb in between her puffy
lips. Her own teasing had made her wet. When his thumb
and fingers were slick with her juices; he paused then
slipped his thumb smoothly into her so the pad of his
thumb rested on her g-spot. He wiggled his hand so his
finger rubbed directly on her clit. His thumb pressed
inside to make her clit stand taller to be teased.
"I'll just stand here and watch you work for a while. I
need a break." His hand was relentless. Slow. Then fast.
Then slow again - never missing her sponge or button.
Her breath was getting noisy and ragged. With his free
hand he took out his handkerchief and discretely pushed
it into her mouth so she could bite down on it. His
other hand was a machine. Better than a vibrator. Cody
twisted his free hand into her skirt holding her in
place.
Dea knew she should stop him. It felt so good. But she
could smell her excitement. Anne might notice. Her mind
said she could resist cumming this but she already felt
her wetness trickle in a stream to her ankle. Surely she
would have the control to be quiet; soft moans escaped
her lips. Ever the protector, Cody talked loudly about
the plot of his current story and where he was in it.
His voice was the cover and his body was the shield when
her legs trembled, she cried out into the cotton, her
teased cunt contracted and she came so hard her knees
buckled.
Dea used her elbows on the desk to remain mostly
upright. Cody's strong arms could easily hold her weight
but the grip that connected them was beautiful pain
through her climax. His thumb and fingers clamped both
inside and outside her spasming cunt. She could not
inhale but she could feel contractions every couple of
seconds start in his tight grasp and ripple up through
her womb and into her ovaries. Fleetingly, she wondered
if her ass was still covered. She knew it was. She loved
her ass. If it were bare, Cody would be touching,
kissing and licking it. Automatically, her back arched,
as if to challenge him to something different in the
future.
He continued to work her spot and her clit slowly. She
was sensitive. The tenderness hurt like hell. She wanted
to push him away but Anna would see. He did not attract
attention when he took his thumb out of her and
retrieved his handkerchief from her mouth. As he wiped
his hand, she started to rise up, but he put a hand on
the back of her neck and held her down. Again he
whispered, she shivered to his challenge, "Feel between
my legs."
She did. She gasped when her fingers would not close
around the hard shaft. "If we did not have an audience
that would be inside you now." His hand returned under
her skirt and he used his handkerchief to wipe the
flowing wetness from her still spasming hole.
Cody put his pussy juice soaked handkerchief in his
pants' pocket, sat down and began to type. A breathless,
still recovering Dea was still bent over the desk. Anna
worked on.
Dea went to wash up. Everything was normal until Salina
drove into the drive way to retrieve them and go back to
their house. Dea was looking to get a rise out of him,
"My little sister would be shocked at what we did."
"I doubt that. Why don't you ask her?"
When Salina got back from her orientation, Cody pulled
her back as all three females prepared to go home, "You
sister challenged me again today. I did what you said
and brought her off with my fingers in the office. She
had to stay quiet so Anna would not hear. She said you
would be shocked. I told her that I doubted that but
that she should ask you."
"You didn't do those things."
Cody pulled his pussy juice soaked handkerchief from his
pocket and pushed it under Salina's nose, opened her
mouth with his hand and had her bite down holding it in
her mouth. He kissed her. "Can you even guess how much I
want and need your body right now? I feel like a teenage
boy. I'll have to jack off three times tonight to get to
sleep."
She was miles ahead of him in her own fantasy. She
pulled the soaked cotton from her mouth and said, "Fill
another handkerchief with your cum and get it to me
tonight so I can tease Dea with it."
Cody groaned. His head was spinning as he opened the
door for her. He recovered just in time to say, "Taste
me in front of her before you tease her and let her know
what the wetness is."
About ten, he called Salina saying her package was on
her porch in a plastic bag.
Early the next morning, Salina called to say they were
all going out for breakfast but she first wanted to stop
by to say "Good Morning." Cody was standing in the
doorway when she rounded the last bush. She kept walking
toward him with a big naughty smile. She held up her
right hand and dangled the handkerchief he had left for
her last night. In a few more steps, she held up her
other hand and dangled a pair of blue panties with a
distinct damp spot.
As she cleared the door, Cody slammed it behind her,
lifted her Sunday dress, knelt and said, "Tell me!" Then
he buried his face in her very wet pussy and began to
lick and nurse at her wetness. Before her first words,
he moaned, "God you taste good."
"Dea got my pussy ready for you. She was licking it in
the bathroom before I came to you. The panties are hers.
She finger fucked herself while she ate me." Salina's
voice was already struggling. "I was hot. I came
quickly. But she came twice." Salina came hard and her
weight pressed her pussy heavily into Cody's mouth.
He lifted her to lean against the door and stripped his
pants off. Her pussy's lips were flared, she guided him
and he thrust slamming her into the door. The air was
pushed out of her but she thrust back. Cody was near
madness. His coordination was not good as he pushed and
thrust up, in a rutting frenzy not common to humans. His
words were barely intelligible, "What happened last
night?"
"I told her that I knew about her flirting with you. She
asked if we were lovers. I licked at your cum on the
handkerchief, left some on my tongue and kissed her. She
knew and gave me her tongue. I coated her mouth with
your cum and licked it off her. She put her hand between
my legs and I pushed your cum soaked handkerchief into
her mouth and said, "Remind you of this afternoon with
Cody?" She went wild. Pulled her skirt up and said, "Do
me, make me cum." I did while she made me cum. We both
came hard and wound up sitting on my bedroom floor
holding each other while we recovered."
Cody's sounds were strange and new between them. He
thrust and growled, demanding to cum, demanding to fill
her and demanding his pleasure. He was not there for
her. He was an animal insane with desire, seeking
release from his madness. Salina drove him even wilder
by pushing Dea's pussy juice soaked panties into his
face. A violent thrust drove her up the door and lifted
her feet off the floor. She felt his entire body
contract, signaling the delivery of his first strong
rope. She felt it lash out and splatter against her
cervix.
She started cumming and did not care if they fell, or
even lived, if they could continue cumming together. She
picked up her legs. He held them and thrust as he turned
so his back would be against the door. They both
whimpered when their next contractions timed perfectly.
She felt his cock dance wildly. Noises were coming from
deep in his throat. Only the whites of his eyes showed.
She locked her legs around his waist.
He was struggling not to pass out. His feet began to
slip and his back began to slide down the door. Faster
and faster they slapped together, until, they dropped
the last foot to the floor. Her weight forced his cock
to drive into her dimpled mouth and she cried out.
Neither, Cody nor Salina could say anything. There was
nothing to say. Their bodies were in perfect harmony but
spent for the moment. They were kissing madly, each
searching for the taste of the other. His cock danced in
her and she moved perfectly with it. Her body sucked
appreciatively.
Finally, in pure honesty, Cody struggled to say, "Stay
with me."
"I can't today. I promised to have breakfast with the
girls."
"No, stay with me, here, all the time. Live with me."
Cody felt her body stiffen and her heart pull away. That
ended the conversation for the day. The room and each of
them reeked of sex. Salina smoothed her clothing. He
took off his shirt and handed it to her to dry her
wetness from her belly, her thighs and from between her
legs. She handed it back, expecting that he would dry
himself off.
His eyes were glassy fixed on her face; hoping for some
positive response. He stood nude in his doorway when she
left. She did not look back. Maybe it was just the wind.
She wasn't sure he spoke. If she heard words, she wasn't
sure she was supposed to hear them. To her they were
frightening, un-playful words. Still they echoed in her
mind, "I love you."
Cody felt foolish for the next week. Each woman found
time to be with him privately. The sex was good, maybe
too good. It made him think too much. He thought, "I
made a fool out of myself again. I told Salina that I
love her. I'm not a "handsome ladies' man" who has
developed great skill by having many, many lovers. My
experience is from my imagined stories. These are
desirable city women who are more knowledgeable than me.
They've had many polished lovers better than me. They
are with me because I am the male that is here. They
would choose to be with young hunks if there were any.
Like my dad always said, "Know your place, Cody. Don't
let your ego get away from you and let you think you are
more than you are. Always stay in control."
He felt the cold, uncaring, black cloud from years ago,
re-emerge and fill his soul. It had protected him and
his heart for much of his adult life. To punctuate his
thoughts, he walked to the bathroom and looked at his
face in the mirror. The too rugged, mature reflection
was what Salina and Dea saw when they looked at him. He
thanked God that neither could see his memories nor know
what all he had done. He must learn to enjoy them in the
present, not hope for a relationship and expect them to
leave for a younger more modern, more partying world.
To be continued?
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