Chapter Fifty Four

*This chapter contains explicit and graphic sexual content... Read at your own risk! Mature content!!!

On that night. A beautiful yet ugly night. Lukas walks to that home. Where Allison lives. And she lives alone.

Why does she live alone?

And Lukas walks in. He finds Allison. Allison Parker. Seated. Not alone. She has a woman. A beautiful woman.

A woman in a red dress. A red minidress. To show her thighs. Way up. Beyond her knees. To show her inner thighs. And red shoes. Stilettoes. Red like wine. And black hair.

Who is this woman?

She looks dirty. In her thoughts. In everything she has. And she looks at him with fiery eyes. And Allison stands. Walks towards Lukas.

"What is this?" Lukas asks. "This is your way to manhood. Now. I will leave you with her. Become a man. Make me proud." She tells him.

And leaves.

"Hey baby! Come to me! Come and show me all your dirty secrets!" The woman says. And stands. To walk to him. And Lukas shakes. He has never done this before.

"I have no secret." Lukas says. He shivers. "Then you will have many tonight." She tells him. And touches him.

She touches his chest. And he moves back. But back there. There is is a wall. A dead end.

And in front of him. She rips it off. That sweet red dress. She rips it off her skin. To show her skin. And beneath her skin. She has no cloth. It is hard. For Lukas to take in. He has never seen this much so fast. He has never worked this less to get a woman.

She must be a hooker.

He stares down at her. Her wonderful skin. Her breasts. They are filled. With beauty. With flesh. Those fragile nipples. He wants to touch them. To play with them.

Her hips! Her arms! Everything about her is perfect. Or so it seems to him. And his body responds to her. In ways he is not comfortable with.

His penis is not comfortable. For any time you show a man your nakedness. You activate an atomic bomb in his consciousness. (Well... Unless he is a real Man who knows his balls and how to use them).

And she grabs his clothes. He is not in control of his body anymore. She takes them off. And takes him to the bed. She throws him there. And he is naked.

She climbs on him. He is hard. And she is used to this. She grabs him. By his penis. She grabs him.

And on top of him she goes. And lets him penetrate her.

She feels his penis slowly spread her skin apart. He feels her vagina. Warm against him. As she sits on him. And faces him.

Then leans in to kiss him.

She grinds her body against his. So hard. So fast. And he is crazy. He cannot hold himself in. He cannot hold himself in any longer.

He lets go. Too quick. And she can't believe it. She can feel the warm fluid flood in her.

He fills her up. (well... literally)

This night is different to him. He has never done this before. And he does not know how it will change him.

He has many questions. Why did he do this? Did he really have to do this? What does this have to do with being a man? He does not know.

But he is too desperate to care.