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No sex in this one if you want skip it.

{Disclaimer: All characters in this piece are eighteen or over}

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Popoff was the one who noticed them first. “You believe these prima donnas?” I had been too busy watching Bonnie’s ass swing back and forth, she’d definitely put some extra shimmy into it. Cathy caught me admiring the show going on in front of me.

“You just remember your promise, ‘Anything you want babe, I’ll do it.’ I’m still holding you to it.”

That struck me as kind of an odd response to catching me checking her friend’s butt out, but it was enough to break my fascination with Bonnie’s shimmy. That’s when I saw why popoff had said ‘prima donnas’, there were only five of them sitting at a table. I knew their coach and the two players, just figured the girls to be girlfriends. Thing was ‘The City Wolves’ were based out of Treed city, an easy two-hour drive to the restaurant.

Looking at popoff I shook my head. “Four-hour road trip in a grey hound for only five people, just so they can park their dam bus for the world to see. Unreal.” A waitress showed up and lead us to a table, gave us menus and took our drink orders. Looking back over to the wolf table their coach saw me and give me a head nod, the players noticed turning just in time to see me nod back. There was no love loss between our teams, so I just stared them down till they turned back.

Even though the ladies had warned us about the repercussions, there was no real danger of a fight, automatic three game suspension if you did. But that was just the players, as far as our ladies went…well. The waitress came back to take our orders when right in the middle of doing that both girls at the other table started laughing. Would have been no big deal if they hadn’t looked over with cock ass grins pasted to their faces.

You guys ever see the spider man cartoons when Mr. Freeze shoots his weapon leaving a trail of ice in the air? I knew Bonnie had picked up on everything, and I swear her eyes were shooting that same icy trail out of them, both the girls faces went from cocky to scared and they turned around fast. Bonnie gave me a wink. One of my bread roll’s hit sob, “Dude it would be in your best intentions not to piss your date off.” I got a ‘amen’ out of Bonnie.

Our food arrived so the rest of the night was quiet, just some small talk. That ended when sob, who for god knows what reason had ordered ribs, started gnawing on a bone. It wasn’t so much his eating habits as the sounds. Slurp’s, lip smacking and the occasional grunt when he pulled of a particularly stubborn piece of meat left us staring at him grinning.

I guess the lack of sound from us cued his curiosity, he lifted his head up. Our grins made him ask, “What?” that’s when we all lost it. He fitted the quintessential picture of a very messy two-year-old, a two hundred pound one, but still. Barbecue sauce covered his face and hands, bones off to the side of his plate gave the impression of a messy highchair. He’d had enough sense to accept the offer of a bib, but now that just enhanced the overall effect.

Bonnie finally pulled a compact mirror from her purse and showed him why we were laughing. He picked up on it immediately “The hell man.” then looked at Bonnie, “Not into spankings either mama.” Everyone broke up again. The restaurant playing music very softly in the background, so sitting right next to Bonnie, it wasn’t hard for me to hear what she whispered to sob when she leaned over.

“That’s ok, you can spank me, hard too.” I know Cathy heard it also, that wicked grin and sultry look in her eye told me that. Sob looked like onwin giriş that Muppet beaker but going through shock treatment.

The Wolves were heading out when I heard mine, sob’s and popoff’s nick names being spoken. “So, what you three figure about Sunday?” It was their coach. Nobody said anything till Cathy drove a heel in my shin.

“Don’t know sir. Just got to wait and see. Hopefully it’s for the best.” I could tell he didn’t like the answer.

“Yeah, I Suppose so huh?”

“Yep.” was my answer, he wasn’t my coach.

No acknowledgment or nothing, he just left. I’d thought Sunday was just us, just our team. For him to ask what we thought of it meant it was all teams, least in our division, that just made it all heavier. Misty, who hadn’t said a whole lot over the course of the night lightened the mood. “Man, a stick that far up his ass? Can you imagine what he’d look like taking a slap-shot?” That set me and my teammates off the rails.

“Was your food good?” the waitress was back; it was time to pay the piper. Bonnie started rattling off something in French pulling out a credit card. Our waitress took the card adding, “Seriously?” Bonnie winked and the girl was on her way to pay our bill. When she came back, she was braless with rock hard nipples easily seen. Pushing her boobs together she bent forward, “Tip Miss?” fifty bucks went into her cleavage.

Cathy made a point of keeping her chair legs on the floor when she backed up. The shriek the chair made on the wood floor made all of us jump. “Are we about finished NOW!” She shot Bonnie a death stare and left. Misty made a loud gulp sound, the waitress just walked away while the rest of us got up and left. Seemed like this night was born to catch me of guard, I was going to try and end that trend.

The bus was long gone from the parking lot. I gave Misty a hug, answered popoff’s question about Sunday with a ‘I dunno’ shrug, gave him a fist on the back, and they were gone. Cathy was already in the passenger seat of my car, (guess I was going to be doing the driving) I had no idea where sob and Bonnie had got to. Sob’s catch phrase of ‘The hell man’ pointed my eyes in their direction, but it sounded weird, like he was nervous or something.

They were standing very close to each other in a dark spot beside the restaurant. Even with the shadows it was obvious Bonnie had her hand down the front of sobs pants. I couldn’t figure out if she was just teasing him or was really into him. The two of them started for my car so I opened the driver side door so they could slide in the back, and promptly got my keys winged into my crotch. They both saw it and quietly got in, I got in and started to ask Cathy what the hell was wrong.

“Just drive, and by the way you’re dropping off us at Bonnie’s cabin, then taking sob home, isn’t that right Bonnie?” Cathy’s tone had gone way into the lower Kelvin scale. Bonnie just answered with ‘Yes Cat’ It sounded more like an apologetic appeal than a confirmation to a simple Question. Me? Just shut up and drove.

About twenty minutes down the road Bonnie told me to slow down and take a right. “On to what? There’s nothing here.” She pointed out a grass road that would have been hard to see in the daylight, “You’re kidding. That’s a road?” Cathy’s ice voice rang out.”

“Just turn, you remember how to do that right?”

Turn I did but stopped as soon as the ass end of my car was off the highway. “Don’t know what your problem is woman, but I didn’t do shit. Take it out on who ever did.” Never mind a pin, you could have heard a feather drop in my car. Cathy started to tear up, she must have onwin yeni giriş forgot sob was with us because I got a long soft kiss that ended with sob muttering, ‘Oooooh kkkay’. It was at least an hour to sobs place from the road. Somehow, I knew it was gonna be a long hour.

After about ten minutes of driving a sign lit up in my head lights. ‘BONNIES LAKE’. You would have thought we’d rehearsed it, but both me and sob exclaimed in unison “”You have your own lake!?”” (wasn’t going to be the last time). Turned out she had her own gated, password protected lake. “”So how do we get in?”” I almost pulled an owl move with my neck to look at sob. “”Stop copying…”” We both broke up, no one else did.

I got the password from Bonnie, punched it in and got my mind blown as we passed through the gates.

It wasn’t a mansion or even a big house, but the wood cabin was luxuriant. The whole place was a golden honey color of logs and warmly lit. Rocking chairs sat on the porch; fishing rods next to them. Flower baskets full of blooms seemed to be hanging everywhere. The lake wasn’t huge, just perfect for a cabin like this. A lighted boat dock stretched a good way out, ‘good for fishing’ I thought. Then Cathy abruptly opened her door pulling the back of her seat forward.

“Shall we Bonnie buns?” Bonnie got out looking a little distraught while sob took over the passenger seat. Cathy moved to my window, once again saying, “Remember, whatever I want, you’ll do.” I nodded ok, (it was more of a whatever) and pulled out to take sob home.

We hadn’t even got past the gate when he looked at me dead serious. “Razz is it me or does Cathy seem totally ticked at Bonnie?” I’d been thinking the same thing but had chocked it up to imagination. “And if she is, did you see what she did as we pulled out?”

“Dude I was backing out on a road I could barely see, what?”

He paused a second. “Cathy ripped off and stripped the leaves of a willow sucker, then whipped Bonnie’s ass a good one with it.”

As much as I wanted to argue he was seeing things, Cathy’s laptop folders came to mind. There was more than a few pictures, drawings and videos of lesbian bondage. That coupled with the scene at the D.M.V and the info I’d gotten about Misty had me wondering just exactly what was going on with the two. I didn’t say anything for a long time till sob said, “Sorry man, should have kept my mouth shut.”

“Were good man, I would of asked too.” I mulled over the next thing I said but said it anyway. “So, what’d you get shoved down your pants?” Wasn’t expecting the laugh from him.

“I don’t know bro, but whatever it is she made me promise to keep it to myself, and she gave me a good healthy chicken choke to back it up.” There was a statement that had not seen the light of day (or in this case night) for years. We both went into reminiscent mode for a while, chuckling at various points. About twenty minutes from his house, he dropped a bomb on me.

“We known each other for what, about ten years?” That seemed right, I nodded yes. “Can I tell you something, I think you’ll understand.” Oh, fuck, started ticker taping in my head, but I nodded yes again. “You know I’m adopted, and dad’s been dead for a while, my mom’s hot for her age (this was very true) you know like yours (what!)… when I turned eighteen me and my mom started fucking.” KABOOM! There was a rest stop ahead of us, we basically hit that entrance at a good click faster than we should of.

After the engine was shut off, I went off. “Two things! One, Why think I’d understand, and two, are we gonna get into it over you fucking my ‘hot mom’ onwin güvenilirmi someday?” Sob had the same look as when a play he’d made didn’t get him into the offensive zone. He steeled up emotionally.

Sob got out of my car, “You can head off, my place isn’t far from here.” The door shut and he headed for a picnic table lighting a smoke. I didn’t even know he did. I did know one thing now: He knew about me and Cathy, don’t know how he knew, but he did. And worse, I’d left him hanging after he’d sliced his gut’s open to me.

There was nobody else at the rest stop so my windows got opened and some tunes put on. He never moved his head when I walked up and sat down.

“So how did you figure me and Cathy out?”

“Cotton candy smell, great sexy panties, shorts drying on a car vent. Interactions at the pub and restaurant. You know what really gave it away though? The way you look at each other. You two are totally in love. Maybe I only see it cuz’ I got the whole not in love incest thing going. She’s worth it Razz, no matter what happens you two will be happy.”

What the fuck do you say to that, thank you? Sob flicked his but into the parking lot, he got a lot of distance on it too. “Nice flick buddy, how much you smoke anyway.”

He held up a worn tattered pack. “Over two months old.” Half of it was still there. My friend was stressing.

“What did you mean by loveless incest, or however you phrased it.”

Sob ribbed me with his elbow. “Not loveless, I said not in in love, as in romantically. I got adopted at a way late stage.” He looked at his cigarette pack, I picked it up and knocked one out and gave it to him.

“I’ll never tell sob.” He smiled knowing what I meant and continued.

“Me and my parents never built a ‘family’ type bond. We were friends. So, when mom started hitting bars coming home more depressed than when she left, and I was just sick jacking it all day, I told her straight up, we’re both horny, fuck the bars, fuck the jacking off all day, you’re hot and I’m hard. That’s what we’re looking for right? Dude we practical raped each other for months.”

I had to ask, “And now?”

“Mom’s older, I got hockey, but yeah, sometimes the bed sounds like it’s going to break.”

We sat there for a long time silent. “We should get going.” Sob nodded and drove the last leg home.

Sob’s mom was on the porch when we pulled up, wearing nothing but a very sheer night gown. “Ummmm sob? Don’t forget Bonnie’s package. I got a feeling you’re not going to get a lot of sleep tonight.” A light bulb went off in his head.

“Shit. Thanks bro, for everything.”

I don’t know if he did it on purpose, but he walked in the house first and the porch light went on. His mom’s nighty disappeared in the light; my cock jumped. She had perfect heavy tits, an apple ass and freaking long, long legs…she was almost as hot as Cathy. “God dam it.” Giving a honk of my horn I headed back to Bonnie’s cabin. Sob had brought way too much light (no pun intended) on situations.

One hour of soundless, headlight lit highway should have calmed me down, but it didn’t. The further I drove, the more my mind fucked with me. Five people now knew about me and Cathy (Misty would tell popoff), sob’s mom tit’s, lesbian bondage, the whole fucking thing with Sunday, Bonnie’s ass shimmy, Cathy’s attitude. By the time I saw the grass road I was pissed off, horny as shit and rock hard.

This day had started normal enough, at least for my world; now? I was seriously wondering what the hell was going on with everything. When I got to the front door of the cabin it got worse. On a piece of paper taped to the door in red letters were the words, Anything I Want, You’ll Do. Behind the door I heard Bonnie scream, “HARDER! DO IT HARDER!” then the distinct sound of leather on flesh.

My cock raged, I raged, and the door was flung open.

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