"How Did This Happen?"bydinkleberry©
[ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 OR OLDER. All characters are fictional. While this submission takes place in Manhattan and includes many of New York's great sites, I intentionally left out the September 11 Memorial. I believe Ground Zero and 9/11 carry too powerful an emotional impact for a story like this.]
Capturing her, I pressed the cougar against the wall as I pressed my lips to hers. She kissed me back hungrily. Grabbing the sides of my head with her hands, she held me tight as her tongue sought refuge in my mouth. I could smell she was already in heat.
Eagerly, I tore open her fluffy white robe; beneath was only her. She returned the favor by pushing open my robe. As she needily pushed it off my shoulders, I let it drop to the floor. Pressing my body onto her warm, velvety smooth, pliant body, I sighed with carnal ecstasy.
"I need you in me," she hoarsely whispered, her voice oozing with wanton desire.
"God, I want you," I lustfully pleaded as the cougar held my cock in her loving hand. To feel her holding my member was ecstatic.
I squatted down to match her height as she guided my cock to her beguiling pussy. Once the tip of my cock touched her hot, wet pussy lips, I knew what to do.
"Oh god," she cried out in release as I stood up, driving my cock deep into her pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh god," she greedily grunted as I pressed into her, slammed her back against the wall - penetrating, ramming my cock into her pussy.
"Oh god... you're... so fuckin'... good," I grunted as I forced her hard against the wall, slamming my cock into her smoldering hot pussy.
"Oh god, babe," she huskily howled as she locked her arms around my neck, holding me tight as I bounced her upon the wall. I loved how her supple body would compress upon the wall then rebound in time to receive my next thrust.
"Oh god yes, yes, yes, that's it," she cheered. Feeling her trying to climb me, I had reached down and cupped her small, taut, firm ass. Lifting her up, she hooked her long, lean, limber legs onto my hips.
"I love you," I promised and slammed my lips to hers as I rammed my cock into her pussy. We kissed as fervently, as forcefully as we were fucking.
"Do me, do me, do me, do me," she growled into my ear in harmony with her body thumping upon the wall from my cock crashing upon her pussy.
"Holy Fuck!" I screamed as she bit my neck like a starving vampire. Instead of stopping me, her bite was like driving spurs into a wild mustang. Urged on, I kept thrusting in an' out of her like a stallion.
You could hear the slapping of her body colliding upon the wall. It was like the bass drumbeat of a berserk heavy metal drummer.
"Do me, do me, do me, do me," she chanted lustfully. I was hammering her against the wall harder, faster than Paul Bunyan could've ever swung his mighty axe.
"Oh god, yes, yes, yes. Do me, do me, do me, do me," she wickedly bellowed.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I panted. Our sex was frantic, frenzied and exhausting. I was tiring. Holding her lovely body up as we fucked was strenuous.
In porn, they make this look easy but in real life holding up her trim bod while thrusting into her was strenuous and punishing.
"Whoa!" she squeaked as I peeled her off the wall after a powerful thrust. Turning, with her still hooked to me, I took the three steps needed to reach her fancy queen-sized bed. Although a woman, she had a bed for a Princess. It had a white lace bedspread that was covered with a cavalcade of pillows.
"Wooo!!!" she squealed as I tossed her onto her bed. She flew through the air then landed about halfway in the middle of her bedding.
I gazed down at the cougar's beauty. Her robe had flown open and now rested beneath her; spread open like the wings of an angel. She propped herself up onto her elbows and gazed at me gazing at her. She was perfectly unembarrassed of her nudity. She was proudly naked before me.
My angel, this cougar, has golden blonde hair that's trimmed short so while in a state of disarray it was still sexy in its dishevel. Looking at me, I enjoyed how bright, lively and expressive her sky blue eyes are. From there, her lovely face was radiant as she smiled with decadent desire. Her cheeks were glowing and gleamed from the sweat of our sex.
She teased me by licking her full, flushed lips with her tongue in a carnal fashion and I wanted her even more.
As I watched, she started rubbing her hands over her body. I nodded my head with approval as she started squeezing her tits. Not especially busty, she has small tits that are still firm and perky. Lying there, they stood proud on her chest.
"Show me how much you want it," I ordered as her hand slipped down her milky golden body and started touching her pussy.
I love her long, lean, lithe body. She has the body of a cheerleader with her toned upper body and limber legs that seem to stretch to forever. She has the physique of the fitness instructor she is.
"Show me how much want me," I commanded. Looking at me with lustful desire, she started rubbing her pussy.
"Show me how much want this," I bid as I held my cock. As she watched me, I started stroking it for her. Looking at me with licentious lust, she started fingering her pussy.
"Yeah, that's it. Finger your pussy. Finger your twat. Finger your cunt." Watching her slip her middle finger in an' out of her pussy was spellbinding. I was enchanted.
"Oh god, babe. Come here and give Cory what she needs," she begged. She demanded.
"Mmmm..." I purred. I clambered onto the bed and as I climbed over the wanting cougar she pulled her tasty finger from her pussy, feeding it to me. I sucked on her finger, savoring the taste of her pussy until I replaced her finger with her lips. We kissed with a ravenous longing. And then, I penetrated her.
"Oh!... God," she loudly sighed as I reentered her pussy.
"Oh baby, oh god. Yes, yes, yes," she cheered as I softly rocked my cock in an' out her. I loved the feel of her body beneath me and pressed mine ever firmer to hers.
"Oh god Dorian, I love you," she cried out.
Pressing my lips firmly to hers, we kissed fervently as I thrust in an' out her. I could hear our bodies slapping together. I could feel the bed rock beneath us.
"I love you, Cory," I vowed and the cougar looked amused, looked pleased with me calling her Cory.
"Oh god babe. Do me, do me, do me, do me," she ordered and I obligated. Anchoring my legs between her spread open legs, I started thrusting forward an' back. Lifting my hips, I crashed down upon her, my cock eagerly tunneling deep into her pussy.
"Oh yes, oh yes," she sang as she clutched my back, hooking on by clawing my back.
"Do me, do me, do me, do me," she repeatedly chanted in rhythm with my thrusts.
"That's it, that's it. Do me, do me, do me, do me," she repetitively urged and my mind was swirling with the pleasure she was giving me.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I grunted. Our bodies would clap together with a thump, thump, thump, fap, fap, fap, ...
"I'm gonna cum," I warned. My love, my lust was on overload. I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Cum inside me. I wanna feel you cum inside me," she charged and thrust up to meet my thrusts.
"Really?" I wondered, surprised. I wasn't wearing a condom and didn't think she used birth control.
"God yes," she urged and bucked her hips up to meet mine before being forced back down into her bed.
"Fill me with your seed. Fill me with your cum. Drown me with your cum," she demanded.
"Oh fuck!" I howled as I buried my cock into her pussy and came. With a final, monumental thrust I drove her down into the bed, buried my cock into her pussy. Fully impaled inside her, I came deep inside her pussy.
"Oh god babe, give it all to me," she whimpered as I emptied all of myself into her.
Finished cumming, I laid on top of her exhausted, spent. She kissed me and cooed, "That was fantastic."
I rolled off her loving body and we laid there, both of us rasping, gasping for oxygen. After a few minutes, the cougar turned onto her side and curled up against me. She laid her head on my left shoulder and her left arm reached across my chest, holding me to her. She bent her left leg, draping it over my thighs. I could feel how hot her pussy was. On the side of my thigh, I could feel how wet and sticky she was down there.
Time passed and our breathing slowed. I grew drowsy and simply enjoyed the feel of this sexually sated cougar curled up against me. I thought she may have already fallen asleep when I felt her body softly shake. She was quietly laughing to herself.
"What?" I wondered, curious what the source of her amusement was.
"How did this happen?" my mother asked.
CHAPTER 1 -- SUNDAY
CORRINA: 'Why do find him so attractive?' I thought to myself. From my upstairs' bedroom window, I watched the handsome young man load his older sister's stuff into the U-Haul trailer behind his truck. Watching him walk along the driveway carrying a nightstand, his strong arms held it as easily as a five-pound weight.
Holding a cup of coffee, I stood by the window's side. I knew the curtains hid me from view. That I knew he couldn't see me watch him made me feel like a voyeur. It made me feel naughty and guilty. It made me feel horny. I fought with myself not to touch myself.
'Maybe I just need to get laid', I snickered to myself. No, that wasn't true. Well, not fully. Yes, it had been a while since I got a lil something, something but that wasn't the reason I couldn't stop looking at him. Dorian had two friends helping him yet I barely noticed them. My eyes were focused on only Dorian. Even when I tried not to look, my eyes remained fixed on him.
'Maybe it's because he looks like his father,' I thought and then dismissed that notion. While he definitely resembled his father, he was without a doubt his own man. He was taller, strong and husky; alive with youthful vitality. Although only 18, he was built like a hulking middle linebacker.
Those thoughts gave me quivers. Images of him on the football field as he ran over, crushed others raced through my brain. To watch him was like to watch a triumphant Spartan on a battlefield. Those thoughts gave me those butterflies in my stomach a woman gets when she's becoming aroused.
'What am I going do?' I wondered as I reluctantly pulled myself away from the window. I knew I was tempted. I would have to watch out for that temptation. I would have to resist that urge. I would have to be careful around him. I would have to hide my inner turmoil from him.
Tonight, we would be leaving Kentucky to take his older sister to New York City and spend four days, 3 nights in Manhattan. After graduating from UL - the University of Louisville, Berry (his sister's nickname) was set to start graduate school at NYU. My daughter was leaving home for the first time.
And that was the problem. If his older sister is my daughter that meant Dorian is my son!
CHAPTER 2 -- MONDAY
DORIAN: "How did I get bamboozled into this?" I wondered aloud. No one answered, which I expected. It was about 4AM and I was driving east along the dark, endless stretches of I-70 somewhere in Western Pennsylvania. My sister sat next to me in the passenger seat of my Ford F-250 but she was busy watching a movie on her computer tablet with her earbuds in. Sensing me look at her, she stuck her tongue out at me like a lil brat. Smiling at her silliness, I flipped her the bird and she silently laughed.
Looking in the rear-view mirror, I could see the blackened shape that was our Mom curled up on the backseat underneath an old hunting blanket. I enjoyed looking at her sleeping form. I chuckled to myself as I thought that unlike myself, my mother sleeps the Sleep of the Innocents - once she's asleep nothing can awake her. I really believe she could sleep through the Apocalypse, then wake up after it's over and wonder what happened. I could just barely see the spikes of her blond hair peeking out from beneath her blanket.
'I need to start listening when a woman talks, instead of just nodding my head as I check her out,' I thought. This morning - or was it yesterday, since it's now Monday - my friends and I had spent three hours loading my sister's stuff into to the trailer I towed. I thought of the fact that when we reached our destination, I was going to have the pleasure of unloading all her crap myself. Inwardly I groaned, 'I hope unloading it will be easier.'
In many ways, it felt weird driving to New York City. I kinda felt like I was driving Back to NYC. Born at Beth Israel Hospital, I sorta felt as if I was finally returning home. My first ten years had been spent growing up in Canarsie, Brooklyn. There I learned how to be 'on point' - see everything, notice everything, have eyes in the back of my head; and I'll admit, how to case a joint. I learned how to notice everything within a few glances, how to pick up those subtle details. I also quickly learned how to read people and a situation within seconds. I learned to read that vibe you get and to trust my instincts
Then eight years ago, when I was ten, my father's job was relocated and my family moved to Louisville, Kentucky. There these talents came in handy, and I refined them even more when my friends' fathers would take us into the woods hunting. I already knew how to move quietly and quickly, how to see the small hidden signs. While in the beautiful woods of Kentucky, I learned how to hunt my prey; how to stalk my target; and just as importantly, knowing when to let it come to you.
All of this then transferred onto the gridiron. As if I was born to play football, I could see a crease opening up and naturally knew the exact path to fill that hole. I would tell other players and coaches that just like on Madden football, in the real thing it was as if I saw an arrow or line pointing directly where I was to be. Without even seeing him, I knew the runner was going to be in the hole - and it was job, my duty, it was my pleasure to 'light him up' by blasting him with a lowered shoulder driving him backwards.
I had already announced that I had accepted a scholarship to my hometown school, spurring the opportunity to go to other more renowned college football programs. I planned to become the starting middle linebacker as a true freshman for the Louisville Cardinals.
Nevertheless, even after spending the last eight years there, even after spending my school years, my teenage years, my supposedly formative years, I didn't really think of Kentucky as home.
At 5AM, I pulled my truck into a Flying J truck stop somewhere in Pennsylvania. It's an eleven to 12 hour drive from Louisville, Kentucky to Manhattan and we had decided to leave at midnight so that we'd hit the back-end of the morning rush hour traffic. As we headed into the Denny's for some breakfast, Berry and I left Mom asleep in the backseat of my truck. She was still curled up in a ball, wrapped in my hunting blanket and obliviously unconscious. Neither of us had the heart to wake her.
Entering Denny's, I noted the place was mostly empty. There was a solitary trucker, who sat at the counter. As I escorted my sister to a booth in the corner, I saw there were two other groups in the dining area. Two dudes, whom I assumed to be truckers, sat across from each other sharing a booth; and two old-timers, whom I presumed to be a couple.
Since our booth was in the corner, its single bench was curved, shaped like a C. Berry slid around and slammed herself against my left side as if we were bumper cars. This not being new, I had braced for impact and she crashed into a brick wall. With a jubilant laugh, she bounced off me and then settled down next to me. We placed our orders to the waitress, who had watched this performance nonplussed.
"So are you going to?" Berry asked playfully as she stuck her left index finger in an' out of the loop her right thumb and index finger made.
"I don't know," I answered embarrassed. Thankfully, we had been served and were alone but this wasn't something I was comfortable talking about in public. My sister felt otherwise.
"Why not? You know you want to. How many times have you told me you thought she was hot? How many times did you tell me you wanted her?
"I know you love her. I mean really Love her," she said, exaggerating the word love with a sultry country twang. "It's not how I am. It's alright..." and she ran the back of her hand tenderly along my cheek, "... I've always known I'm number two. We've always just been fuck buddies; just having fun. But now that I will be gone, it's time for you to go for your main target."
"I know but it's not that easy. You know how she is," I told my sister and we laughed. "She's like a high-strung hummingbird. What happens if I try and it doesn't happen? I mean everything would be totally fucked up, right? I'd have to move out and she'd probably never talk to me again. What happens if I make a move and she freaks out? Then what?"
"Oh, phooey. You worry too much. You remember what I told you happened when I hit on her, right?" and I nodded, yet Berry continued with an amused tone,
"She didn't freak. She wasn't even offended," and my sister laughed. "She was even apologetic when she said it's just that she wasn't into girls."
"It wasn't because I was her daughter. So..." she offered, "... I don't think she'd say, 'No.'"
Then she turned and lifted up to whisper in my ear, "And think of this. If you're fucking her, think of what will happen when I come home to visit. You could have the both of us. Imagine me sucking your dick while you eat Mom's pussy; or her sucking your cock while I eat her out; or you fucking us both. Huh?" and she pressed her body against my shoulder.
"Imagine both of us lying on top of each other and you shifting from one cunt to another, fucking us both at the same time. How awesome would that be?
"How hot would that be?" she sinfully laughed as she sat back down.
After taking a mouthful of food and chewing, she continued, "How hot would it be if you got us both pregnant at the same time? How hot would it be if both of us were carrying your child? Huh?" Then she pantomimed her belly extended with child, "I would be carrying your son and nephew, while Mom would have your daughter and sister. God, how hot is that?"
"You are fucking crazy?" I stated bluntly to my scandalously aroused sister.
With startling, scary quickness, Berry rolled the fork that was in her right hand across the back of her hand and reversed her grip on it. Now the tines threateningly pointed at me. With malice she growled, "That's why you love me."
There was a tense hush; and then she released a wicked laugh while twisting and sitting up. Lifting up, she licked my face in one long stroke starting at my chin and ending at my forehead.
"And that's why I love you," she claimed and kissed me boldly, brashly. I kissed her back some but pushed her off me. If I had truly kissed her back, she would've mauled me right there in the restaurant, with our Mom asleep in my truck that was parked on the other side of the window!
As she settled back down next to me, I thought, 'Thank god, she takes after both Mom and Dad.'
From our mother, Berry had inherited her feminine good looks, soft milky skin tone and lithe, athletic physique. While from Dad, she had inherited his dark chestnut hair and dark eyes. I was my father's son - along with his black hair and dark eyes, I also had his strong Greek features, skin tone and powerful build. With that, I was hopeful that no one in the restaurant would suspect that I was making out with my sister while she expressed her desire for me fuck our Mom.
"So what are you going to do without me?" I asked the pyscho-slut sitting next to me.
"I'm going to become a vegetarian," she answered while stuffing food into her face. I looked her with a raised eyebrow. On her plate, she had more meat than a lumberjack could eat. I've always wondered how she could eat so much yet stay as slim as Mom is. Berry ate as much as I did yet at 5'6 was only 115 pounds. Does insanity burn calories?