Roarke’s Folly, Ch. 1 (Mf, inc, reluc, humor)
The following is a work of fiction FOR ADULTS.
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If you don't, please understand that the activities presented
here are unsafe. I wouldn't do them and neither should you. They
make a great pretext for an interesting story, but acting out
fantasy pretexts is a great way to ruin your life or wind up dead
or both.
So don't do anything unsafe described here or in any work of
adult fiction, even though it might look pretty good at the time.
To be specific: Unsafe means nothing with blood or blood products
in it goes from anyone else inside you. Semen, pre-cum, and
regular blood all count.
I'm being blunt here because I used to know 14 people who are now
dead because what they did turned out to be unsafe.
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O.K. That should have gotten rid of the little underage
beasties.
Maybe not, but it was fun to write. I had to put something up
there. Unfortunately the part about knowing those dead from
unsafe sex was not fiction, and, people being who they are, was
probably on the low side. Not everyone advertised that their
loved one died of A.I.D.S., especially at first. org 7/3/08
This is my first time writing a story involving under-age
characters or incest. I must point out several things here, the
law nearly everywhere specifically prohibits both; and, this is a
work of complete fiction. Nothing in this story has been inspired
historical interaction with a real person, but have, in fact,
been inspired by fictional ones from other stories here on
ASSTR.ORG. I won’t say which ones to avoid confusing my
characters with those of other authors, or to do anything to
dilute the effect of their characters, their plotlines, or
suggest trends in their stories.
However, certain fans of certain authors might suspect that I may
have been influenced by their favorite author, and I give them
free reign to guess who in my story here was influenced by any
character in their favorite author’s stories. I warn you right
now, I am not going to tell.
Having said this, I have done my very best to avoid copying any
detail, mannerism, characteristic phrase, storyline,
characteristic original idea of that/those authors insofar as you
can while describing the sex act, certain things do tend to
happen in certain orders, and certain body parts do have a
limited number of names without being ridiculous.
There is a person I am hot for right now, she is decades beyond
the age of consent, and my endless currently unfulfilled desire
for her is fueling all the stories I write here. So, dear
readers, while my character descriptions and scenes may vary,
there is a person behind all these stories. She just bears no
resemblance to the character you see at the end of the writing
process.
O word replace, thou art a wonderful thing. How easy it is to
change names, ages, relationships after writing one of my
fantasies about her. If any of my stories bother you. Consider
yourself free to do the same, but not to re-publish it. This
story is mine in that sense.
If for example an incest term bothers you, the term cousin could
be changed back to Mr. or neighbor. Age 12 to 28 to 18 to 65 if
that’s what fires your jets. I really don’t mind. It is a little
harder than that; but, worth the effort if you really like a
story.
I can hear traditionalists shuddering, screeching, and protesting
the world over at the very idea. Tough noogies. I remember how
satisfying it was to do this the first time with a Sherlock
Holmes story putting myself as Holmes, a friend as Watson and an
evil teacher as Moriarity. This was when the first out of
copyright text versions of stories first became available
on-line.
Yes, this means you could easily insert yourself into all your
favorite ASSTR stories. What, you mean you never thought of it
before?
On to the story!
Roarke’s Folly, Ch. 1 (Mf, inc, reluc, humor)
The following is a work of fiction FOR ADULTS.
If you are under the age of 21 go away. Delete this document and
hope that your parents never find it in their internet archive or
trash, because if they do, you are in really deep do-do.
If you don't, please understand that the activities presented
here are unsafe. I wouldn't do them and neither should you. They
make a great pretext for an interesting story, but acting out
fantasy pretexts is a great way to ruin your life or wind up dead
or both.
So don't do anything unsafe described here or in any work of
adult fiction, even though it might look pretty good at the time.
To be specific: Unsafe means nothing with blood or blood products
in it goes from anyone else inside you. Semen, pre-cum, and
regular blood all count.
I'm being blunt here because I used to know 14 people who are now
dead because what they did turned out to be unsafe.
Please be advised that if you are under the age of twenty-one and
are still reading this document, you should know that it is
equipped with the new Parent-Gram (TM) IP tracer software
notification system.
If you do not log off your email provider in the next 5 minutes
anyone who logs on from your IP will receive the message below
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should ground them for the rest of their lives.
They were identified via the new Parent Gram (TM) software that
traces the computer IP, server and computer address of Internet
adult material providers and the surfing habits of known teen
sites to identify likely underage readers. We apologize in
advance if the use this machine by adults and teens using a
shared computer has generated this message in error.
You will be able to tell by the material below whether any of the
minors in your household have may have downloaded or read it.
-The Sex Police
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
O.K. That should have gotten rid of the little underage
beasties.
Maybe not, but it was fun to write. I had to put something up
there. Unfortunately the part about knowing those dead from
unsafe sex was not fiction, and, people being who they are, was
probably on the low side. Not everyone advertised that their
loved one died of A.I.D.S., especially at first. org 7/3/08
This is my first time writing a story involving under-age
characters or incest. I must point out several things here, the
law nearly everywhere specifically prohibits both; and, this is a
work of complete fiction. Nothing in this story has been inspired
historical interaction with a real person, but have, in fact,
been inspired by fictional ones from other stories here on
ASSTR.ORG. I won’t say which ones to avoid confusing my
characters with those of other authors, or to do anything to
dilute the effect of their characters, their plotlines, or
suggest trends in their stories.
However, certain fans of certain authors might suspect that I may
have been influenced by their favorite author, and I give them
free reign to guess who in my story here was influenced by any
character in their favorite author’s stories. I warn you right
now, I am not going to tell.
Having said this, I have done my very best to avoid copying any
detail, mannerism, characteristic phrase, storyline,
characteristic original idea of that/those authors insofar as you
can while describing the sex act, certain things do tend to
happen in certain orders, and certain body parts do have a
limited number of names without being ridiculous.
There is a person I am hot for right now, she is decades beyond
the age of consent, and my endless currently unfulfilled desire
for her is fueling all the stories I write here. So, dear
readers, while my character descriptions and scenes may vary,
there is a person behind all these stories. She just bears no
resemblance to the character you see at the end of the writing
process.
O word replace, thou art a wonderful thing. How easy it is to
change names, ages, relationships after writing one of my
fantasies about her. If any of my stories bother you. Consider
yourself free to do the same, but not to re-publish it. This
story is mine in that sense.
If for example an incest term bothers you, the term cousin could
be changed back to Mr. or neighbor. Age 12 to 28 to 18 to 65 if
that’s what fires your jets. I really don’t mind. It is a little
harder than that; but, worth the effort if you really like a
story.
I can hear traditionalists shuddering, screeching, and protesting
the world over at the very idea. Tough noogies. I remember how
satisfying it was to do this the first time with a Sherlock
Holmes story putting myself as Holmes, a friend as Watson and an
evil teacher as Moriarity. This was when the first out of
copyright text versions of stories first became available
on-line.
Yes, this means you could easily insert yourself into all your
favorite ASSTR stories. What, you mean you never thought of it
before?
On to the story!
Roarke’s Folly (Mf, in, reluc)
Chapter 1 – A Big Surprise
The picnic was one at which Roarke expected to see many old
friends and family from Oak Park where he had grown up as a boy.
He was part of one of those large Irish families you hear about
but never quite believe in until you see it. His extended family
in Oak Park alone, with his Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Siblings and
Spouses and all the kids concerned who had moved steadily west
from the original Irish community where Mrs. O’Leary and her cow
came from, parish by parish, until finally settling in Oak Park
was enormous.
Unlike some families, his had stayed a tight-knit one. Having a
priest or two made a difference. The family tended to live around
their parish churches - this was back in the days when priests
were assigned more or less for life once they found a parish
where they fit in, and were also assigned by ethnic group, and
also region so that a West Side Irish boy had a good chance of
being assigned to a West side Irish parish, that is, if the
Bishop wanted the money from all those relatives to keep coming
in.
Roarke had been working in St. Louis for four years and except
for holidays had not seen much of the “clan” and less of his
friends and so his transfer back to Chicago and a chance to live
in Oak Park and take the Green Line back into the Loop again was
a welcome and happy circumstance.
It was time for the Village’s Fourth of July celebration and
everyone was out in full force, blankets and chairs out claiming
space early, the army of blue and green port-a-potties with their
queues already starting to get long as the beer sales run by the
K of C and the Rotary Club in annual friendly competition had
their impact.
As Roarke wandered, he found the group he really wanted to find,
the cluster of friends and family from his old parish Our Lady of
Heaven, in a giant section held by tradition and an advance guard
of Oak Park Police who happened to be parishioners, and walked in
to greet them.
Friends immediately surrounded him, family and people who had not
seen him for some time plied him with hugs, kisses, beer and
other food. Roarke soon found the isolation and depression of his
years in St. Louis lifting again. They had been very profitable
years, but lonely ones. Roarke was glad to be back. About all
Roarke had been able to do was work out and lose weight, and he
could see by the shining eyes of some of the women that his
efforts had not gone unnoticed.
As much fun as this was, Roarke still had not yet hugged and
kissed the one woman he most longed to. She was ever untouchable,
but his love for her would never die; where was Meg anyway?
He wanted to ask, but it was too early. He would have to wait
awhile until more of Meg’s siblings showed up and it looked like
she was really not coming. Roarke decided to look for her on the
other side of the park and cut through a long tangle of trees and
high bushes, through what used to be the “Necking Zone” to find
her.
About mid-way through, in the densest part of the zone, a pair of
hands stopped him from behind, covering his eyes, and that oh, so
familiar and sexy voice said, “There you are Roarke, I was hoping
you’d come. Guess who?”
“Meg, I’d know your sexy voice anywhere. Come here and give me a
kiss!” Great! A chance to kiss Meg, out of sight of everyone.
Maybe this kiss could be a little longer and a little steamier
than normal, Roarke hoped.
“All right, but close your eyes, I’ve got a surprise for you and
you’ve got to promise not to peek until after my kiss.”
“A surprise?” Roarke’s voice filled with wonder, could Meg have
finally tumbled to his love for her after all these years? He had
fallen for her since they had been, well, since she had been 12.
One minute she had been a kid, the next she’d slipped past him in
a two-piece white bikini brushing past his erection with her
tight, thinly covered bottom and she was suddenly an untouchable
figure of beauty and fantasy that had haunted him ever since.
Watching her marry that bastard who then dumped her three years
ago was one of the hardest things he ever did. He'd gone home and
wept for hours after the ceremony. He’d thought about causing an
accident for the jerk before the wedding and now he wished he
had. About the only good thing the marriage had produced were the
three girls, Colleen, Erin and Sabrina. He fathered Sabrina just
before dumping Meg, the bastard. Then he disappeared completely,
no one knew where to, only that the divorce papers came and went
with Meg getting the house, child support and uncontested custody
in return for complete freedom for him. The child support lasted
long enough for Meg to get a job and then some. Then all trace of
him vanished. Soon after, so did one of their babysitters who had
just turned 18.
“You can have your way with me Meg, any surprise from you is just
fine. I trust you not to put pie in my face.”
“I’ll save the pie in your face for later, Roarke”, she said
wickedly. “Eyes shut?” Roarke nodded.
Roarke felt her come around and take his face in her hands and
kiss him, gently at first, then slipping her tongue in; that was
no surprise, Meg had started to do that at 14, a little secret
between them, fast and private, whenever they met, but french
kissing was something that cousins should definitely not do.
But this time Meg was not holding back, she went from a quick
slide of tongue into his mouth to a darting penetration, then
deeply inserted her tongue, sucking his in, almost chewing it,
frantically kissing him. This made Roarke hard as a rock almost
instantly, taking his breath away in the process. He’d wanted
this for so long, his kissing got even more urgent. Roarke pulled
her to him tightly. Instinctively, she rubbed her mound against
him the heat she was generating making him even harder.
Suddenly Roarke realized that something was wrong. He was not
bending down to kiss Meg! The girl he was kissing was almost as
tall as he was, she was pushing her breasts into his chest, her
nipples tight and erect, kissing him even more passionately and
deeply now, attempting to trap his erect cock through the thin
layers of what had to be a micro-thin bathing suit with her lower
lips, and it was NOT Meg! She let him breathe!
“You’re not Meg!”
“Never said I was, Roarke! That’s the surprise. I’ve wanted to do
that for a while now. You can open your eyes now.”
When Roarke opened his eyes he was stunned speechless. The girl
who he had nearly been having sex with not only was not Meg, but
was barely 16! But what a hot, sexy, incredible girl she was.
What a stunner Roarke thought, as he panted trying to regain
control of his libido. She was nearly 6 feet tall, her long
blond hair trailed back behind her shoulders, her blue eyes alive
and excited, her lips full, her breasts smallish but tight, her
small nipples pointed through the dark navy Speedo racing
swimsuit she was wearing, the modesty towel she should have been
wearing on the ground behind her, not hiding her engorged pussy’s
lips.
“Hi Cousin Roarke, I’ve wanted to do that for the longest time.”
Then she kissed him again, the long slim fingers of one hand
caressing his cock through his shorts, while the other reached up
and pulled his face to hers. Roarke almost passing out with
dizziness from the erotic heat she was pouring out from her whole
body.
Then, she slipped her right hand under the leg of his shorts and
his boxers and actually started fingering his balls. Roarke
immediately came all over her fingers! “Oh my God”, Roarke
thought, “I’ve just sexually assaulted a minor cousin. Even if
she’s 17, this is incest! Even if she is the aggressor, this is
so wrong, on so many levels.”
Worse, Roarke’s shorts had no belt and when this unnamed, lithe
sexy cousin dropped to her knees and pulled Roarke’s shorts down,
they came right down giving her immediate access to his semen
covered cock which was still semi-erect. She immediately started
sucking the cum off his balls.
“Wait, wait,” he whispered.” I don’t even know your name. I don’t
even know how we are related or how old you are, or anything!”
“Don’t worry”, she whispered back. “Everything will be fine. I
want you so badly, I can see that you want me. Screw the incest
taboo! I saw on PBS that it doesn’t make sense biologically, and
you are not going to make me pregnant today. I am sure. You are
however going to take my virginity. You have no choice in the
matter now that your semen is on my swimsuit with all these cops
around us, so go along for the ride, ok? You do want this don’t
you? Admit it.”
Then she put the tip of his penis in her mouth and rolled her
tongue around it, paying special attention to the underside,
where the two rounded halves came up to his opening.
Roarke was seeing white. When he was able to he said. “God yes, I
want you. You’re a fucking dream. Can’t you tell me your name at
least?”
“No, I want you to remember fucking a dream today. I want you to
remember the day you took my cherry in your fantasies for the
rest of your life. I want you to beat off to it for all the years
that we are apart. I want you to have to compare all other women
to me right now. I want to be the best damn fantasy you ever had
or ever will.”
“Oh, you already got your wish on that part. Your beauty is
unearthly, your face, your eyes, your hair, you look like and
angel, you, I can hardly believe that anyone so beautiful could
be real. I haven’t even seen anything under your suit yet, but
when I first looked into your eyes, your damn smile nearly made
me come.”
She beamed at that; it was a look Roarke never would forget, not
ever, joy, love and happiness all rolled into one. She gave him
the kind of look that was Christmas Day, and a child’s Easter
morning and a virgin’s wedding night all rolled into one, and
then she did her best to reward him.
Roarke’s heart nearly stopped at what she did to the tip of his
penis, he would never quite remember exactly what she did with
her fingers and her tongue, but it was incredible. He was hard as
a rock again and was worried that he would come again in seconds.
She looked so happy she would burst. Then she took as much of him
into her mouth as she could using her tongue to hold down his
urethra so that he couldn’t come immediately. While she did that
she pulled the top of her suit off and slid it down past her
aroused and flushed breasts to her waist.
As she got his dick good and wet, slowing her tongue and fingers
down, she pulled back to give him a chance to see her young,
soft, round breasts, hard pink extended nipples, her raised
areola puffy around them, her breasts themselves perfectly round
and suspended as if by magic, somewhere between the size of
nectarines and oranges, and perhaps small enough to suck into his
mouth completely.
Her breasts were amazing. A work of beauty that defied his
imagination; Roarke could not have made up a vision that
beautiful given his whole lifetime. He reached down and touched
them, feeling skin as soft as silk, feeling the rubbery texture
of her nipples and the way she shivered as he did so.
She pulled the tip of his cock out of her mouth then and brought
it to her left nipple and giggled as she played with the feeling
of its softness against the firmness of her nipple.
“Your thing is so hard,” she said wondrously, her eyes wide with
joy and contentment, but the top of your tip is so soft, and the
feeling against my nipple is, so sexy, so awesome.” Roarke
thought so too. He could hardly believe this was happening to
him. He could feel the boiling coming up.
“I’m going to come again,” Roarke gasped,” I can’t believe it,
but I’m going to come again. You’re doing things to me. He gasped
as she rubbed his shaft against her breasts side to side. They
were not big enough to run his shaft between them, so she slid
his cock from one tip to another and then up and down, taking his
cock in his mouth and wetting it whenever he got dry.”
“Good,” she said with more lust in her eyes than Roarke thought
he had ever seen in a girl, “When you fuck my brains out, I want
your cock wet with your semen so you go in easy when you punch
through, and I want you to last and last while you do me. I
don’t want my first time to be gentle, I want you to make me come
and come and come and then I want you to fuck through to my
cervix. I want you to fuck me so hard your come flies out my
ears!”
“Nnnng!” Roarke came all over her tits at that, her perfect tits,
her luscious tits, her incredible pink nipples, her soft tummy,
her long body, he came and came and came. Roarke was delirious
with joy.
She reveled in his orgasm. She marveled at his body, his muscles
and the strain in his face. She brought him down to the ground
and for the first time felt what kind of power being a woman
could give her, yet, she was still a girl, she was still a
virgin, and she shook with desire as she watched Roarke’s eyes
watching her. She felt the sperm covering her body, pools of it,
felt the texture, rubbed some of it into her skin, watched, as it
turned white, changing color and texture into a paste.
Then she took some more of Roarke’s essence and tasted it;
savoring it as if it was a gourmet dessert, smiling at him.
“Roarke, 2008, a rare but excellent vintage”, she laughed.
Then she did something that made them both shiver, she rolled her
fingers slowly down her whole stomach, gathering a half handful
of come and brought it to her pussy, leaned back onto the ground,
spread her lips, and let it pour into her pussy. “Just a little
lubrication for the main event, cousin. God, it’s hot, this is
turning me on. I want you in me so bad now.”
Roarke was stunned by all of this. She was the most amazing
sexual being he had ever seen. How she had gotten this way he
might never know but he had to say something. “I don’t know why
you picked me, but I’m grateful. I know I shouldn’t, but I’ll do
my best to make your first time everything you want.”
She hit him with that angelic smile again that was so hot he
could hardly stand it. “Great! To help you recover more quickly,
I have something to tell you. I heard that you are moving back to
town. So I have some good news for you. This is not a one-time
thing unless you really, truly want it to be. I have the hots for
you bad Roarke. So, if you let me, I’m going to be your
Fairy-Fuck-Princess who comes to bring you magic orgasms. Only
you are the one who gets to wave your magic wand, and I love your
magic wand. I have to admit, I have been avoiding the little
sticks of the boys my age, but I doubt that they compare with
what you have here. In return, you teach me everything you know
about sex. It’s a good deal for me, I’ll have only one safe
clean, experienced partner till I go away to college, and, well;
I’ll have a partner who won’t tell, a hot one at that. See, I’m
not just crazy-crazy for you, there is a little method to my
lust.”
Roarke was stunned again, and she was right. This angel was
bringing him back fast. The idea that he could have her a few
times a month for the next year or so, wow, unbelievable. He
thought ahead. Could an emotional relationship build in that kind
of time, could this become a permanent thing? That was dangerous
thinking. The whole thing was dangerous thinking. But her logic
was impeccable; he could see the pragmatic side to her plan too.
He’d seen recently that more than 25% of high school kids had
STD’s and he was clean, heck, he had barely more experience than
she did.
“I’m glad to see my plan is something that turns you on. Don’t
say anything. We’ll have to see. There are pitfalls. You might
get bored, I might fall in love, with someone else, but I think,
well I know this so far has been really good for me, and we still
have to get down to the business of popping me cherry.”
“Wait, people will hear.”
She looked at her watch. “I don’t think so.”
“Test, test. Great, welcome to the Village of Oak Park’s Annual
Fireworks Night Celebration Day Picnic, I’m Dan O’Shay and We’re
Celtic Wheel and our first number is South Side Irish, I mean
West Side Irish. Hit it Boys and Girls – Everybody sing!”
“Oh we’re the WEST side Irish…” The sound of the crowd was loud
and boisterous, if not deafening as the crowd tried to out-sing
the few Southsiders there trying to reclaim their song.
“I think we can make some noise now, if we’re careful,” she
grinned.
“You planned this?”
“The timing just worked out. I thought that I was going to have
you walk me to the potties later and suggest we cut through here.
I got lucky, so did you.”
Then she stood up and pulled the bottom of her suit off. The suit
was on so tight that as he watched, the bottom of the suit
practically peeled off her sex to reveal her naked pussy. That
was it. Roarke was totally hard again.
“You shaved? Because you thought I would be here?”
“You like how I look?”
Suddenly, she was very shy.
Roarke realized that for the first time they were leaving her
comfort zone and that she had a lot riding on what he would say
and do from here on in. She may have gently trapped him into this
situation, but now that he was here he had a responsibility to
make sure that he left no scars and make it the best experience
he could for her. He would need to tell no lies he realized.
“You are beyond perfect. Everything about you, from the top hair
on your head to the tips of your toenails is a walking dream. I
cannot think of my ever have seeing a more beautiful sight, than
your body, just as you are right now. You may have trouble
believing this, girls, young women,” she sighed at this, “often
do, but your beauty makes me ache for you. I did not want to
admit it before. The fact that you are a cousin of some kind
makes it seem, well wrong and sexier at the same time, but I just
have trouble believing my luck. I am just worried that if we do
as you suggested, I’ll get hurt, because by then I’ll be in love
with you, I won’t want to let you go, and there will be no way
for me to keep you. None. Then I will be sad and lonely for the
rest of my life unable to find anyone to match you.”
As Roarke looked at her she realized that he was telling her his
own honest truth as he felt it at that moment and tears started
welling from her eyes. She had planned for many things for today,
but not for this. Not for the possibility that Roarke might
actually have feelings for her. Not this soon. She suddenly felt
guilty at what she had done, but she ached for him, and if
anything, wanted him more now than ever.
“We’ll find a way not to hurt each other, I promise. This isn’t
about that. I want it to be you because I,” there was a long
silence. “I fell in love with you when you hardly noticed me. I
was one of the babies. You were amazing and funny and good to me
and I just did.”
Roarke stared at her, in wonderment, trying to figure out just
who she could be again and how he could have missed her.
“The only reason you don’t know my name is that there are just so
darn many of us.” She laughed.” Well, I’m sure you know my name,
that’s why I’m keeping it my secret. I still want it to be our
dream. Is that OK?”
“More than OK. Are you really sure you want to go through with
this today? I will be here for a long time now. We could do this
anytime. I’m moving back. There is no time pressure. I promise I
won’t say no. My bed is a lot softer than this grass, my sheets
better than this ground.”
“No, it has to be today. There’s a reason. You wouldn’t believe
the pressure that girls are under today to give it up. I want to
be able to look guys in the eye and say, ‘too late baby’ and be
believable. Not that I want to advertise, but I have noticed that
girls who have done it, well, the pressure is off. I could just
say I’ve lost it, but I’m a terrible liar, they’d know. Then the
pressure would get worse, I’ve seen it happen. This way, I get
who I want, when I want, how I want.”
“In the bushes, surrounded by people, where we might get caught
and arrested?”
“Outside is how it was meant to be, surrounded by people makes me
really hot, the only downside is the possibility of being
arrested. But, I think they are more worried about drunks today
and I’ll get away so they won’t be able to pin my age on you.”
Then she stood up and put her pussy in Roarke’s mouth. “I know
you do something exciting with this. Please do it.”
Roarke was a little tired of being on his knees, so he sank back
onto the ground, sat down and pulled his young cousin forward.
She just walked right up to his face, his trunk tall enough for
his face to reach her pussy.
“These”, he said, “are your lower lips, I’m sure you’ve found
them before”, sliding them open with his tongue. She gasped
repeatedly as he worked up and down them, probing deeper and
deeper to see how wet she was. She was a river, the Nile, the
Amazon; she was more than ready.
“This, is your clitoris; if you have not found it by now, here it
is.” She gasped as he started to suck on it.
“Oh, I found it when I was 11. We’re good friends.” It was all
she could do to get that out.
“My, how big it is, all the better to eat you with my dear.” She
laughed, she couldn’t help it, instead of the wolf, and Roarke
had imitated Granny, but a younger Granny.
“Oh, Roarke, you don’t know how very, very funny that is. I had
help finding my little clitty, and it wasn’t a boy.”
Roarke nearly choked at the idea that this angel had had a girl
on girl exploratory session at 11. But her large throbbing clit
was keeping him busy. He started humming his favorite little
parody of a song from “West Side Story”.
“I feel clitty, it’s a clitty, like a titty it’s pretty and nice
what a clitty, if I lick it her legs will be a vice.”
“Oh!” She gasped, “its, oh that’s so nice. The vibration, that’s
so, oh, oh, oh, oh.” His little angel cousin, his forbidden
pleasure, who had been so turned on by finally getting what she
had been dreaming about, was suddenly rocking, shaking, moaning,
and quaking into one orgasm after another. The tables were turned
now and she loved it, her juices flowing wildly.
Roarke began to change his technique. Once around the dial,
nibble the clit, lick the slit, slurp and blow, back around the
dial, suck the clit; little cousin took over grabbing his head
and forcing it into her mound.
“Lick, lick, lick damn you. God, God, God, I’ve had so many,”
then she lost the ability to speak as wetness began to pour out
of her, never had THAT happened before. She was in heaven, she
was beyond heaven, he licked gently, he tugged, he kissed, he
used his eyelashes in butterfly kisses against her clit and then
finally, he gave her clit a raspberry.
“BBBBRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP”
Holding her fist tightly inside her mouth, covering it with her
hand, little angel cousin screamed as quietly as she could
falling to the ground as Roarke helped her down.
Then he did it again.
“BBBBRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP”
Moons, stars, clovers, fireworks, she shook, her eyes sought him
with the kind of love never captured on film, then, she passed
out.
“What happened?” She was nestled in his arms, covered by his
shirt, facing him, his erect cock up against her wet crease.
Roarke smiled. “I went too far. You came so hard and so many
times, you actually passed out. I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never
done it to anyone before, quite a compliment actually, “Angel
princess”.
“Yeah, wow. That was, you’re awesome. I mean, really awesome,
that was awesome, awesome, awesome, awesome, fucking awesome.
Hey! Is fucking better than this?” Angel Princess’ eyes glazed
over at the very idea.
“I don’t know Angel Princess, probably not your first time,
there’s going to be some pain unless you’ve already broken your
hymen in sports or something, but, with intercourse you get
something else, two people, doing it together, looking into each
other’s eyes, connecting, and once in awhile, coming together.
That takes practice. Today is about you, your first time. Don’t
worry about me.”
“But I want it to be special for you too!”
“You have no idea how special this is for me. I don’t think
anything could ever top how special you have made today. Like you
said before. Wow, really awesome, seeing you come like that was
almost as good as coming that hard myself. Remember all that
Christmas stuff about the joy of giving? Hell, I’m so full of joy
right now, I’m as hard as a rock after nearly coming myself.
See?” He brought her hand down to his cock. Wet, slick, covered
in his own pre-come.”
“Did you come again?” She worried that he was going to run out.
“Not quite, that’s the largest amount of pre-cum in my lifetime.
A little longer and I would come just from watching you. When you
are ready, we can try. We are tempting fate by being in here so
long.”
She realized she was right.
She felt herself down there. The swelling had gone down. She was
just wet now, wet, slick and hot. She suddenly was really
nervous.
This was it. The moment of truth was here. Was she really ready?
Roarke was. For the first time she looked at his prick with the
idea of it being inside her. It was huge. She knew it would fit;
she’d done lots of reading in the last year especially.
Was she ready? She would no longer be a girl, she would be taking
an irreversible step. She calmed herself and thought about
everything, then she decided once and for all: she gulped. “I’m
ready. I love you for this. I need you for this. I’m really
nervous. When we’re done, we’ll have to get dressed right away,
but I want you to hold me for awhile till I calm down.”
“Done.”
It was actually pretty fast. Roarke put her on top. She smiled at
that. Then he lowered her down, guiding her onto his prick. Her
opening seemed so small, so tiny. His tip barely fit in. It was a
good thing that they were both so wet and slick or it would have
been impossible. Roarke had to fight to squeeze in and they both
had a little pain, which surprised Roarke, and he waited a second
before going further.
Then she nodded and he pushed in a little further, she was so
tight, so smooth, a little more, so hot, so wet, a little more,
then back out a little. In and out, never quite coming all they
way out they fucked their way to her hymen. She was so tight it
took them 5 minutes to get there.
“Wow, my first time was with a virgin, but you are so much
tighter than she was." Roarke looked at her with admiration.
“You might be bigger than you were then,” Angel Princess offered,
but something in her eyes glowed a secret. Roarke wondered, but
he was as turned on now as he could ever be.
“Here were go.” Roarke started fucking her as fast as he could on
the outside of her hymen while flicking her clit with his left
thumb. This beauty was so tall that she had almost three full
inches before getting to the hymen so Roarke had some room to
work with. He wondered how many “boys” couldn’t even take her
cherry. How humiliating would that be, he wondered?
Suddenly her eyes began to glaze over, as just the feelings his
Angel Princess was having from all their stimulation was causing
her to orgasm again, and Roarke moved the action to one of her
nipples, sucking it as they moved. She started to moan and as she
started to whimper he resumed flicking her clit all the while
trying to hold her up.
She was getting near a climax. She had had so much of it already.
He was in control, she was not, as she had no experience holding
back, suddenly she started coming and just as a big wave hit
Roarke pushed through as hard as he could as deeply as he could
and was surprised to bottom out. She held back a screech.
“Keep moving, damn it, and keep fucking me!”
“Are you sure, won’t it hurt?”
“Just keep going, this is amazing, don’t stop until I tell you
and for god’s sakes don’t pull out when you come. I want to feel
that my first time! It will be O.K., promise!” She did feel pain
but it was muted by the orgasms that were coming through her, her
pelvic muscles were grabbing his tremendous cock, the fullness of
it, God the amazing fullness of it as it moved in and out was
something far more than she had ever imagined, and she just
wanted it to go on and on.
Roarke had no trouble keeping going, it was all his body wanted
to do. He pulled her flat against him, no matter that his cock
was straining against him to do it, it was firmly inside her now,
and it gave him a great angle to rub against her clit, they
fucked like rocket engines, the heat they generated threatened to
set the bushes on fire.
A passing Chinese spy satellite briefly thought it spotted a
launch bloom but when the heat just grew gradually they dismissed
it as an anomaly.
Roarke sucked on her breasts. She twirled her nipples against his
tongue one at a time. They both felt the agony of sustained
pushing, and ecstasy. They were no longer individuals having sex,
they were working as one, feeling as one, and suddenly he was
coming inside her, as she felt his hot semen shoot inside her she
wanted to scream in triumph, she had done it, she was a woman,
she had taken Roarke and made him hers if only for the day. Then
she shivered with orgasm and her cunt clamped onto his cock and
pulled and clenched and squeezed it with all her might, her
swimmers shoulders around him squeezing the breath out of him,
his hands on the soft globes of her ass now.
Then he did one last thing and slipped a finger in her ass.
Her eyes flew open in shock. Her body shook with volcanic
orgasmic fury. She nearly ripped apart in excitement, sucking one
of his breasts into her mouth and screaming into it so no one
would hear. Then shaking, rocking, melting into him, bouncing up
and down on his cock that was drained but still as hard as when
they started, she arched her back as the full impact of thousands
upon thousands of sensory inputs hit her at once. Her world went
white, her world went bliss, as Roarke held her tight she melted
into him slowly, as he found her lips and kissed her softly, one
feeling too many, then she passed out again.
“Twice, wow, twice. Never thought I could do that."
Roarke stayed hard inside her. Her conscious brain might be out,
but her unconscious mind was still pulsing on his penis. Pulling
everything out, every drip of his spend.
He sighed, wishing he could sleep, but they were not safe. If
nothing else, some other couple might come by and interrupt them.
He covered them both with her shirt. Roarke could not bring
himself to pull out, he shook and had another small orgasm just
holding her as she whispered, “I love him, I always will…” then
she turned and passed out again. Roarke found himself weeping at
this, quiet, heaving tears. He had not been meant to hear that,
he knew. Now he knew that she was not playing some pragmatic
game, she was fully invested in the relationship. God, what would
he do now?
It took her 10 minutes to wake this time, but he held her as he
had promised. He was still half-hard. “Again?” she asked
hopefully.
“We HAVE to get dressed. Look, obviously we’re too good together
not to want to do this again, am I right, or do you want to dump
me now that you’ve had me?” He was a little nervous that she
might do just that.
“No, no, no. I want a lot more. A lot more, promise, promise,
PROMISE ME that no matter what, NO MATTER WHAT, we can be lovers
at least until I graduate from high school.” She looked at him
with eyes that Roarke now knew to be full of genuine love, or at
least as genuine as she could feel at this point in her life.
Hell, if it felt like genuine love, it was genuine love. He
remembered when he fell in love for the first time. He was only
12.
Roarke thought hard about it. It was a big commitment actually.
It meant taking no new jobs for probably two years. Then he
looked at her. She was worth it and a lot more. Fuck it, if he
got in too deep they would move after high school and live in sin
where no one knew they were related. Fine.
“I promise. No matter what, I swear. I won’t even date anyone
else if you don’t want me to. Well, I might have to once or twice
for appearances, but nothing serious.” Roarke realized that he
meant it.
“Me too. And I like Angel Princess as a nickname. I think you can
get away with calling me that and no one will suspect that you
mean anything by it.” She smiled her wicked smile then. Then
reality caught up with her too.
“Look, I meant to stay and cuddle longer but I didn’t count on
passing out twice and I have to get back to the pool and use the
showers before they shut down for the day. They close in, God, 10
minutes! See you soon! I have to get all your smell off of me,
and stop the come from dripping out. God I love you Roarke, I
can’t wait to see you figure out who I am. I love you, I really
truly do.”
With that, she slipped her suit, having a little trouble with the
bottom, no wonder given how tight it was, then put on her sandals
in nothing flat and slipped off into the woods like one of
Tolkien’s Elven princesses, tall, enigmatically beautiful, and,
now, he realized, a woman.
She loved him.
He was awesome.
They were awesome together.
She loved him.
As Roarke dressed he thought about all that had happened to him
in just a short hour. He pulled out the sanitizing lotion he’d
bought earlier that day to “support the veterans” not thinking
he’d need it and used it and his handkerchief to wash his face.
Then he realized that she’d left her towel. He cleaned himself
some more with it, drinking in her scent as he did, put his shirt
back on then walked back to towards the public pool so she could
wrap it around her waist and be decent with it. That suit showed
far too much detail of her pussy. They met half way.
“Thanks!” She beamed at him. She wrapped the towel around her
waist. Before she got it on though Roarke realized that she had
done something to hide the details of her pussy: the outline of
her pussy lips was gone. Roarke realized she must have done
something before to make her sex look more prominent for him.
“I’ll walk you back to where we have our stuff now. Everyone will
be really glad to see you. The food should be ready by now and
you have to be as starved as I am.”
“I am pretty hungry,” Roarke admitted. “But my heart is hungrier,
I may have a pretty problem I didn’t expect. What do I do if I
fall in love with you? We must be 20 years apart in age.”
“Roarke, people with bigger age differences than us have made
it.”
She got very sad, “My friend Sue died of cancer last year and she
was… she was very young. That taught me something I didn’t want
to know, but now that I do I won’t forget it. Go for what you
want, no matter how outrageous or how wrong people might think it
is, if it’s right for you. It’s no one’s life but your own after
all. Who knows, last year it was Sue, next year it could be me,
or you.”
She stopped Roarke and looked him square in the eye, something
almost no other woman he had ever known could do, “Thank you for
making my dream come true today, and for your promise. Please
remember it, NO MATTER WHAT.” She had little tears in her eyes
and then wiped them away. "I can’t tell you what today meant to
me.”
I’m not supposed to see those tears, Roarke thought. As they
walked though the park towards the family, Roarke tried like hell
to figure out who she could be. There weren’t that many cousins
of high school age. He tried to go through all the youngest of
his first cousins and the kids of his older first cousins. He
just kept drawing a blank.
Then Roarke realized his mistake. If she were 16 now, she would
have been 12 when he left four years ago. He had been trying to
remember a teenager, no wonder he was drawing a blank. But this
made it harder too. There were more kids in that group. But
something started to resonate within him as he realized that his
math might have another problem.
Angel Princess. No. Then there they all were called Angel
Princess at that age. But it couldn’t be. Not her.
“You found him! Good job Colleen!” But Colleen was Meg’s oldest
daughter, and when he left Colleen had only been… he looked at
Colleen with shock in his eyes “You’re … 12?”
“Surprise! I start high school this fall. I turn 13 tomorrow.
Thanks for the best birthday present ever.” Then she reached up
and gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “Until I
graduate, you promised.”
Roarke looked at her, Colleen had grown from 5’2” at age 8 to
5’11 in the 4 years, the girl he had called Angel Princess, as he
had so many of the little cousins, but especially her, one of his
favorites because she was Meg’s, now a real angel.
12. He was in love with a 12 year old. He never would have he
told himself, he never would have, he never would have. But as he
watched he drop her towel, bend over, pick up some shorts and
slide them on, her ass on display through her ultra thin suit
just for him, he wondered really, whether he had any choice at
all in the matter.
Do men choose who they fall in love with? Certainly they must.
Now that I have, and we have done what we have done, it is
impossible for me to think of her as a little girl again. She is
not. But I can’t think of her as 16 either. What the hell do I
do? What if someone finds out? What if I can’t let her go?
And that was the real issue Roarke realized. With 4 whole years
ahead of him, this girl he was already in love with would be
fully embedded in his heart. She knew it and so did he. He might
as well start planning for the future. What a grade “A” fool he
was. Well, if he was going to hell, it might as well be for love.
Roarke turned and headed towards the food table.
“Surprise! Guess who?” Roarke debated for a second, a long
second, then gave the right answer.
“With that sexy voice it can only be – Meg!”
“Right first time! Though you’d better watch out, Colleen sounds
more like me than ever these days and she’s been stealing kisses
from my guys, naughty girl. Fortunately, I only give special
kisses to a very few, but I had to warn you fast before she got
to you. Your kisses are enough to curl a girl’s toes and the one
thing that girl’s toes don’t need right now is any curling –
she’s growing up too fast as it is. Here - give me a kiss while
no one’s looking.”
Roarke gave her a kiss and for some reason this kiss was longer
and hotter than ever before.
Meg simmered, “Man, if you weren’t my cousin. But I can tell, I’m
too late. Who is she Roarke?” Meg had a probing and could it be a
jealous look in her eyes?
“Who is she?” Roarke was confused and worried.
“Your welcoming committee. I can taste another girl’s juices on a
man’s tongue you… rascal!”
Roarke almost panicked when Mary Sue Singer walked by with a big
smile. “Hey Roarke, you’re coming by later, right?” Roarke turned
bright red. He and Mary Sue had been an item in High School, but
he was not interested in the likes of her these days. She had
bad, bad habits, and faithfulness was not in her vocabulary.
Meg stewed a little. “Well, she always did have a thing for you.
I suppose she sandbagged you and you were too polite to say no.”
Roarke looked at Meg in wonder, she clearly was upset, he never
would have expected this.
“But really, Roarke, can’t you stay with us tonight? The girls
would really like to see you. Especially Colleen. Now that she’s
getting older she needs a good male role model, with her father
out of the picture, I was hoping you would help out with her,
spend some extra time with her, I don’t know, be her tutor, or
mentor, or something. Since her best friend died last year she’s
been without an anchor and she needs someone. Can you do that,
can you help be her anchor?” God Roarke thought, if only Meg knew
what she was asking.
Roarke almost gasped. “I don’t know Meg. I’m a lot older than she
is. Colleen may not listen or respect me, I’m a lot older, but I
can try.”
Meg kissed him again. “Thanks. I think she will though. Since her
dad left, she’s mentioned you, looked at you in the family album,
talked about you a lot, especially since Sue died. You’ve
probably forgotten this, but two years ago you asked what the
girls wanted for Christmas and I suggested concert tickets for
Colleen, and you sent enough money for two tickets and she
brought Sue when she was really sick. Colleen thought that was
intentional and very thoughtful of you and the two girls had a
wonderful time; it was their last big night out together really.
Colleen never forgot that you were responsible for it.”
Meg paused and turned and looked at Roarke with soulful eyes. “I
hate to put you on the spot, especially since you’ve just gotten
here, but think about it, all I can ask is that you do your best
to get close to Colleen, make sure she feels that someone other
than me loves her. Do whatever it takes Roarke. You have my
permission to try anything, anything. Now enough sad stuff! Let
me show you to the food!”
Anything to make sure she feels loved. Wow, thought Roarke,
nothing like getting permission to have sex with Colleen after
the fact. Well, if push came to shove, those words might save his
ass, at least with Meg.
As Meg pulled Roarke to her side and dragged him to the food, he
realized that she was deliberately rubbing his arm up against her
left breast. This was almost too much to take. He was hard again.
He spent the next hours seeing all the relatives he could,
updating them on his life and plans. He also noticed how many of
the kids had grown up. As he saw how many of the girls had
“developed” he felt a little less foolish about his mistake with
Colleen. One thing was certain. His clan certainly had produced
an awful lot of pretty cousins. He squelched that thought. One
Lolita was enough of a problem. He wondered where she was. They
had been playing eye tag all night, not talking but eyeing each
other from a distance, instinctively knowing that it was not a
good idea to spend a lot of time together. Especially since
Roarke got hard every time he saw her.
Of course, many neighbors dropped by, many of them single or
newly divorced young women who had heard that Roarke was back in
town. Just hours ago Roarke would have been taking names and
numbers, and now, they just weren’t interesting, despite their
beauty and appropriateness for his age.
Roarke’s lack of interest in the local chickadees was not lost on
Meg, as the night fell, they all began to find places for
fireworks night.
“Sit with us Roarke,” Meg pleaded. So Roarke leaned up against a
large oak with her side by side. He thought about how many years
he would have yearned for her to beg for him to do this.
“Roarke, would you like a beer?” Colleen had a can of MGD.
“Colleen, you are not…”
“It’s not open MOM,” Colleen sighed, “I just remembered that
Cousin Roarke likes this kind of beer and figured I’d bring one
over. I have WATER for myself, as always.”
“Sorry, Colleen. Want to sit with us?”
“Can I lean on Roarke, I’m cold.”
“I told you to bring a sweater.” Meg Mommed.
“You were right, sorry.”
“Is it Ok with you Roarke, this is exactly the kind of thing I
meant,” Meg whispered, “watch, now she’ll cuddle up or
something.”
“I’ll survive. It’s just a phase. In 6 months she’ll be
embarrassed she was doing things this obvious.”
“Really?”
“Really, and be hoping that we’ve all forgotten it. Probably
especially me if what you said was true. I’m tempted to milk it a
little to put a scare into her. What do you think?”
“Go for it.”
“Sure honey, come on and sit here. You look kind of tense too. If
you want, I can even rub your back later. He winked, but Meg
couldn’t see that.” Colleen got the message.
“Oh, oh, um, thanks, we, we’ll see. Let me see if I can find a
blanket or something too.”
“You’re good,” Meg said, “You pushed just enough to make her run
for cover. Think she will even come back?”
“Oh, she’ll be back. She’s into the game, how old is she now, 16,
17? “
“Oh, Roarke, you won’t believe this, she’s only 12!”
“But she looks…”
“I know, that’s because she got her dad’s height. The way she’s
going she’s going to be pregnant by next year. What can I do?
“Put her on the pill. Tomorrow.” Roarke said with a straight
face.
“But she’s 12!”
“If she looks 16 or 17 it doesn’t matter how old she really is,
boys are going to treat her like she’s fair game if they haven’t
been already. Take her to the doctor tomorrow.”
“But Roarke she’s not even dating yet.”
“That doesn’t stop her from getting drunk at a party and passing
out. It only takes one mistake. Just one. Here she comes. Meg,
don’t look at her as your daughter, go back in time, pretend
she’s competition.”
“Oh my God!”
“Sorry, love, I hate to confront you with reality like this, but
there before us is a 12-year old high school boy’s walking wet
dream. One who is upset about her dead friend and is missing her
father. I’ll do my best but short of having her move in with me,
there’s only so much I can do.”
Meg got very quiet. “You COULD move in with us.”
That threw Roarke. “We can’t talk about this now cousin my love,
but I am not sure I could. I am not sure I could stay out of your
bed for more than a week if I moved in and you are still very
fertile. Here she comes.”
Meg started to shake. So it was true. She had always suspected,
but she had never had known for sure. She should have fucked him
when she first wanted him back when they were teenagers up at
Grandma’s cottage in Wisconsin. God, how old had she been then?
What year was that? Oh, my, God, she’d only been 12. She watched
Colleen settle between Roarke’s legs and pull the blankets over
her legs.
Roarke was right. Colleen was going on the pill tomorrow. Meg
only hoped that she wasn’t too late. Colleen had been gone for a
long time this afternoon, longer after swimming practice than
usual. True, she came back from practice wet, but where was
Colleen in her cycle? When had she seen pads in the trash last?
Meg thought hard. It was the weekend after that staff meeting
which was, damn, two weeks ago. Damn, Colleen was right in the
middle of her cycle and fertile as hell. Tomorrow for sure she
would take Colleen to the doctor.
Colleen was happy as a clam. Basking in the glow of many orgasms,
fresh and clean from her shower, her vagina covered with duct
tape of all things. She had slipped it on her snatch as she
dressed. Poor Roarke had not seen a thing.
Sue had been right. Fucking life was too short to take chances.
Find a father with money. One who would really love you – that
was the hard part, she was lucky and knew it. Have the babies you
want fast. By the time the youngest one is ready for a sitter,
you’re not even 19 yet. The key is the older father. No boy
fathers. That way lays poverty and ruin. Then, your kids would
graduate high school by the time you were 32 and you would still
young enough to enjoy life.
Poor Sue, at least they had discovered sex together.
Mmm. Roarke was hard behind her, his cock hard up against her
neck. Mom couldn’t see her rubbing his cock or his right hand
twirling her nipple. She wondered what his left hand was doing,
but that was on Mom’s side. As the fireworks started she rubbed
against him some more, his finger work giving her little
fireworks of her own. The night time fireworks were great. She
wondered what kind of fireworks she would face when mom found out
she was pregnant. Well, she could always move in with Roarke. He
had promised.
Could she have 4 babies in 4 years Colleen wondered?
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really means as a writer.
Oh, the above is a disposable address, so don't bother adding it
to any lists. It will take me less than 5 mins to change it.
Thanks.
Hope you enjoy my stories. 606_Zip
This work is copyright 2008 and is subject to the Berne
convention. You may use it on any adult site that does not charge
users to view its stories as long as the story is provided
complete and intact as it is shown here on the date that you copy
it, including this copyright date.
You must also provide a link back to this web page and this story
link on asstr.org and refer to my as the author.
Copyright 2008 by 606_Zip, his heirs and assigns, all rights
reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places,
things, characters, mammals, verbs, insects, chemicals or neurons
is entirely coincidental and may be due entirely to your
hallucinogenic imagination.
More to Come!
Version 2.1 8/31/08 small grammar edits with help from D.S.
This is my fourth work of fiction for ASSTR. It now in its
second draft. Nice comments are welcome, others are not. I think
I have solved all the basic grammar issued in this release, but
if I have not, please leave a comment and I will be happy to fix
it. I hate stupid grammar errors in reading stuff online and am
ever willing to fix it. Even years later.
Send comments to - nox987-stories@yahoo.com
Be sure to say what story you are writing about. I'll just trash
flames so don't bother, but constructive writer's criticism is
useful.
I yam who I yam so it will be awhile before I know what that
really means as a writer.
Oh, the above is a disposable address, so don't bother adding it
to any lists. It will take me less than 5 mins to change it.
Thanks.
Hope you enjoy my stories. 606_Zip
This work is copyright 2008 and is subject to the Berne
convention. You may use it on any adult site that does not charge
users to view its stories as long as the story is provided
complete and intact as it is shown here on the date that you copy
it, including this copyright date.
You must also provide a link back to this web page and this story
link on asstr.org and refer to my as the author.
Copyright 2008 by 606_Zip, his heirs and assigns, all rights
reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places,
things, characters, mammals, verbs, insects, chemicals or neurons
is entirely coincidental and may be due entirely to your
hallucinogenic imagination.
More to Come!
Version 2 7/10/08