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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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