3838 Walnut Street Pt. 07

"He showed his ... and she ... hit it ...?" Joe couldn't quite comprehend what she was telling him.

"When Mom told Dad, he smacked Abshir so hard it broke my brother's glasses." Hani tried not to show how much this all troubled her. She smiled. "Abshir has been grounded for life. I don't know when you'll see him again. Except at school."

"Shit ... that's horrible." Joe shook his head. "He's been avoiding me at school. What was he thinking?"

"I never know what men are thinking. You're wired wrong." Hani forced another smile and pulled Joe behind some cherry trees. "Even so, I just can't keep my hands off you." She raked her fingers over his sweater, feeling the hard abs underneath. "I don't want to think about my brother. Take my mind off it."

"Yes, ma'am." Joe grabbed her hijab and started to lift it off her head.

"No!" Hani's eyes went wide. She looked around, but they were well hidden.

"Okay, sorry. You just look so pretty without it, that's all." Joe smiled. Nothing seemed to bother him lately. He let go of the hijab and stroked her soft, brown cheek. "Are we official yet? Are you my girlfriend?"

Hani screwed up her face and rolled her eyes. "Just kiss me, dummy."

They made out behind the trees until the sun settled behind the buildings on the horizon. Hani let him feel her up. It was only fair, since she was doing an awful lot of feeling his hard, lithe body herself.

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March 16, 2015: Apartment 12C and 12E, the Marland and Dahir families.

"Hey ... Abshir ... slow down, dude." Joe jogged down the school hallway, trying to catch up to his friend.

Abshir looked over his shoulder and quickened his pace. Their classmates streamed around them as people rushed to next period.

"Wait up." Joe caught his friend and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm late." Abshir brushed off the unwelcome hand, rounded his shoulders, and hurried along.

"I just wanted to see how you're doing." Joe's longer strides let him easily keep up.

"You're always chasing me." Abshir shot him a scathing glare. "Stop chasing me."

"I'm not chasing you. We're friends, remember? We're such good friends that I still have your pillow. The one I borrowed when my hormones went haywire." Joe frowned. He thought that would have made Abshir smile. "Tell me what's going on. Can I help?"

"You can leave me alone." Abshir glared at his friend one more time and turned into the doorway of his next class.

Joe stood in the hall, looking into the classroom as the bell rang. He ran his hand through his hair. Did Abshir's eyes just flash red? He shook his head and turned toward class. No, it must have been light bouncing off his friend's glasses.

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March 5, 1940: Apartment 14A, the Creneling family.

"Don't give her your stiffy, Royce. Make it go down." Nancy wrung her hands as she tried not to look at her husband's hard penis. He was naked, lying on his back on their bed. Their next-door neighbor, now perfectly clean, climbed up on the mattress next to him. Nancy was the only one dressed. "Mrs. Norwood, you wouldn't want to cheat on Mr. Norwood. You must stop." It was ridiculous arguing with a woman that had pulled a knife from her own chest. Yet, Nancy persisted. Nancy had always gotten her way in life. That's what had led her to this wonderful penthouse apartment in this marvelous building. Unfortunately, it had also led her to this terrible moment, as she watched the shapely, round cheeks of Elizabeth's butt quiver while she mounted Royce. "Shut your eyes and think of England, Royce," Nancy said.

"I don't care if you do think of England, Mr. Creneling." Elizabeth settled the modest penis into her vagina. She placed her hands on the man's pale chest, her claws retracted. Her hips began their undulations, cajoling his climax.

"I cannot shut my eyes, darling." Royce stared at the breathtaking breasts shaking in front of him. Had his wife really stabbed that chest? His mind rebelled as he tried to piece together the day's events. "It would be like ... uuuugghhhh ... not viewing ... the most magnificent work of art ... in the world."

"Oh ... no." Nancy felt like lifting the lamp in the corner and slamming it into Elizabeth's raven hair. But she didn't want to anger the woman. "Close your eyes, Royce." She sat on the edge of the bed behind them, with a full few of her husband's penis pumping in and out of another woman's gash. She could see Elizabeth's butthole, which was a view she would have never anticipated in life. She looked away from that winking hole, but that only led to her admiring the arch of the woman's back, and Elizabeth's wonderfully full sideboob, jiggling with her motions. "I feel ... strange." With the very hand that had stabbed a woman an hour before, Nancy massaged her vagina under her skirt.

"Too ... beautiful ... too ... beautiful!" Royce was already on the edge.

"Yes ... yes ... and I am just a pale shadow ... of the goddess trapped on the other side. None ... will resist her ... when she's reborn." Elizabeth slammed her hips into the man below her. This was only the second man she'd lain with. But he was also one of thousands. She saw him with her own eyes, but the eyes of the forest peered out of her, too. "Plant it ... in me ... uuuggghhhh ... yessssss ... I am fertile ... I will bear fruit ... for Her."

"I'm going to ... I'm going to ..." Royce gritted his teeth. He desperately wanted to reach out and feel the weight and warmth of her breasts. But, at the same time, he dared not upset this strange creature that was humping him to completion.

"Yesss ... yessss ... aawwwwwoooooooooooooo." Elizabeth threw her head back and let in the wild.

The cry from Elizabeth tore the air in the room and ripped right through Nancy, setting off sparks of pleasure within her. "Ohhhhhh ... my ..." Nancy shivered as she orgasmed at the same time as her husband and his new partner. All three were quick on the draw.

"Nnnnnggggggg." Finally, Royce shut his eyes. But he wasn't thinking of England. He had never felt anything like his strange neighbor's vagina. His body tensed and shook under her.

When her mate's moment was over, Elizabeth carefully dismounted him and rolled onto her back. She placed her feet on the pillows behind her shoulders, arching her hips upward. "Leave me now. I must let the seed germinate in my field."

"But this ... this is our bedroom." Nancy removed her slick, sticky hand from under her skirt. "Shouldn't you go back to your own apartment?"

Elizabeth gave them a lupin smile. "Silly, woman. I'm bringing my apartment to you." Without moving her position, she shooed the woman with her hand. She was aware that her vagina was on full display and couldn't be bothered to care. "Go, before I get cross with you."

Nancy pulled her husband to his feet, and without even bothering to dress him, dragged him out of the room. She was so conflicted that her mind was starting to sunder and strain under the burden of deciding a course of action. She wanted to murder the homewrecker. Even if it was impossible, she wanted it. But she also, desperately, wanted to see her husband mate with Elizabeth again. Ultimately, it was too much for her. Several steps into the living room, Nancy fainted at her husband's feet.

Royce, bewildered and dazed, looked down at his fallen wife. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he was sure something fundamental had changed in their lives.