Guardian Wolf Ch. 06

"Just show me how to turn the damn feature off will yeah? Then I'll gladly leave you alone to bash your brain cells into oblivion," she growled.

"Fine, fine! There is a switch on the top of the binoculars just behind the left monocle. That switches the low light feature on and off. Do you see it?" Robert asked with increasing annoyance. Gods how he would be grateful to be free of this bitch!

"Yeah, yeah. I got it. I'm not an idiot. I just didn't know where the switch was," Jessica retorted.

Robert had to bite down on his tongue to keep from laughing in her face. A whole counter argument to her statement flashed into his mind. How easy it would be to unload on this prissy, stuck up bitch of a daddy's girl. The only thing that stopped him was his father. He would not risk his father's advancement because he could not keep his head. Let the bitch think what she wants. Only about another two hours and Jessica Hamilton would be out of his car and out of his life. Gods! Robert prayed he could last that long. His Dad would owe him big time. Promotion or no promotion, this was sheer torture. This was supposed to be an evening he would enjoy.

Jessica sighed in contentment as she found the switch that operated the NVG function and turned it off. Now she could focus on what caught her attention in the first place. She placed the glasses on the spot directly in front of the lead singer and focused the lenses while increasing the magnification. What she saw nearly caused her to drop the glasses. Only the shoulder harness saved the binoculars from becoming an expensive mess on the stadium floor.

Jessica watched as Rachel Merchant stood writhing in the arms of that delicious tree trunk of a man; even from this distance, it was obvious Rachel was coming down from a massive orgasm. Jessica sat in shocked disbelief. Never in a million years would she have guessed that little Rachel would be so brazen to have sex in public. Just the thought of those massive fingers filling Rachel's dripping quim caused Jessica's body to betray her as she felt her pussy begin to moisten in anticipation. Before now she was cursing her position in the arena; now it was a blessing. She had an uninterrupted view of the two lovers as they played with one another. She could even see between the two to see what exactly was going on.

She watched as James took three fingers from a hole in Rachel's pants (how had he managed that feat) and suck on them greedily, cleaning them of Rachel's cum. He dipped his fingers once more into Rachel's heat and removed them, offering them to Rachel. Surely she wouldn't lick her juices off his fingers? That was just disgusting. She wasn't that perverted, was she? The view from Jessica's seat was spectacular. She could practically see the sticky, moistened finger's being offered to Rachel's waiting mouth. Jessica could almost taste it as she watched Rachel greedily sucked her own spending off of her lover's fingers. Rachel continued to suck on James's fingers like a not so little cock. She hollowed her cheeks allowing the suction to drive his fingers further back into her mouth. Jessica imagined Rachel twirling her tongue around James's fingers as she lovingly cleansed them of her cum. The entire view was extremely erotic and Jessica was surprised to see her fingers creeping down to her own pussy. Dear Gods! She was turned on! This sick, perverted display was actually turning her on.

Jessica continued to watch in salacious anticipation. Her eyes nearly came out of her head as she witnessed Rachel unzip James's pants and extricate the largest cock Jessica had ever seen. It was absolutely massive. And that was saying a lot from a distance. There was no way that giant appendage could fit in little Rachel. Jessica felt a flash of white hot jealously course through her veins. That should be her down there with that giant prick in her hands. It should be her preparing to receive that gigantic cock into her dripping quim. It was only right that it belonged to her. Wasn't she the most beautiful, most eligible girl at CHHS? Why did this repugnant gutter muffin get to lay claim to something that rightfully belonged to her? Something was terribly, terribly wrong with this whole situation. And she would find out just what the hell was going on. No one should have something Jessica Hamilton desired. Because she couldn't put her finger immediately on the problem caused Jessica to burn with even greater resolve; she would get to the bottom of Rachel and James if it was the last thing she did.

But in the interim, she would enjoy the show. Despite her raging hormones and insane jealously, this was the hottest fucking thing Jessica had ever seen. The fact that it was in a public venue in front of thousands of unsuspecting fans made it all the more deliciously naughty. And she was the only one watching in delightful secrecy. Gods how she wanted to masturbate! This was better than any porn in her father's collection. Well, she was sitting down. Maybe if she placed her coat over her and slipped her fingers inside her pants she could get a little relief from the building inferno that was threatening to burn her to ash.

Jessica surreptitiously moved her coat slowly from where it lay behind her seat. She placed it in her lap, careful to conceal her pants from anyone who cared to look. She unsnapped the button to her designer jeans and pushed two fingers into her thong panties. As she suspected, she was absolutely dripping. Her finger slipped easily past her labia into her pussy. Jessica closed her eyes and shuddered as she allowed the sensation to wash over her. She quickly lifted her head and refocused her attention on the two lovers; she didn't want to lose track of them. However, she did leave her left hand firmly between her thighs, diddling her clit as she watched the action below unfold. With each pinch of her erect clitoris, tiny fireworks went off in her head driving her ever closer to a shattering release.

Jessica looked just in time to see James rip something from Rachel's wrists and bring it to his nose. It was her panties! Rachel had allowed her lover to bind her wrists with her own panties and now the pervert was sniffing them like a bouquet of fresh roses. Thousands of images flashed through her mind where she was the willing victim to her dominant lover; bound and helpless to the perverted whims of her faceless lover. A small orgasm ripped through her as she diddled her clit to her fantasy. She shook her head; she was NOT like that. She would never willingly submit to a man. She was always the dominant person in the relationship. But what a man to submit to, everything James was doing to Rachel stoke Jessica's desire until it was a burning inferno. She watched as James bit down on Rachel's neck and pushed her down to the stage until she gripped the edge tightly in her small hands.

Suddenly the arena was in an uproar as the main headliner took to the stage. Jessica was oddly amused to see striking similarities between the lead singer and James Wolfe. Were they related? What was more surprising was that the lead singer...oh what was his name...Jessica had heard something that Robert said on the ride over here as he prattled on about his favorite band...Peter...Peter something. Whoever the fuck he was he was now looking down at Rachel and James with a huge grin on his face. Jessica focused on Rachel's face and even from this distance she could see the shame and embarrassment on the girl's face. Suits her right for acting like such a slut in a public place! Then she watched as the singer's attention turned to James and they shared a momentary smile of victory. Was this whole thing some sick publicity stunt or planned in some way? But the biggest shock for the evening was still to come.

Peter walked confidently up to the microphone and in a loud, clear voice announced, "I would like to dedicate this first song tonight to a young friend of mine and his new bride. They are celebrating their honeymoon tonight. May they have many years of happiness and many delightful children together."

Peter then looked down directly at Rachel and James and spoke, almost laughing, "I'm sure they are getting plenty of practice tonight as we speak, am I right Seattle?"

Jessica had watched the whole exchange between Peter, James, and Rachel. There was no doubt in her mind that the singer was referring to them. Jessica about fainted when she heard that bit of news. Married? James and Rachel, married?!? After one fucking weekend?!? No way! No fucking way in Heaven or Hell would the Gods allow those two to marry! This was some sort of sick practical joke, it fucking had to be. James was supposed to be her new plaything; not that little tart's husband. Had she slipped into the twilight zone or some shit? This was too fucking weird. They weren't living in Utah or another of those flakey states. People didn't just up and marry strangers like this. How could those two meet last week, become boyfriend and girlfriend, then be married by the weekend? Something extremely fishy was going on and she was more determined than ever to find out just what the fuck was going on.

Any thought of masturbating after that piece of devastating news was impossible. Her libido had been irreversibly destroyed for the night. Jessica unhooked the shoulder harness and quietly handed it back to Robbie without a single word or snide remark. Robert looked at her weirdly for a moment but decidedly shook his shoulders in indifference and went back to enjoying the concert for the rest of the evening. Jessica was lost in her thoughts for the remainder of the concert. She shut off her senses to the outside world and retreated into her own mind. Just what the fuck was going on? No one and I mean NO ONE gets married that soon. Most definitely two high school students who barely met one another last week did not marry in this way. Jessica knew, for her own sanity, she would have to do some serious digging to find out what the truth really was.

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Back on center stage, Peter Steele began a song that was far older than anyone would ever realize. The music had changed somewhat over the centuries to reflect modern tastes but the hauntingly beautiful lyrics were almost the same when he first sang them to his beloved Katarina, all those many centuries ago. This song was closest to his heart and bespoke of a love that was deeper than blood, marrow, and bone. This was a song that spoke of a love that was soul deep:

In her place one hundred candles burning.

As salty sweat drips from her breast.

Her hips move, and I can feel what they're saying, swaying.

They say the beast inside me's gonna get ya, get ya, yeah....

On the stage floor James and Rachel moved as one body. The music washed over them adding a soundtrack to their silent love making. Rachel gripped the stage tightly as she thrust her hips to meet every lung of James's cock. She focused on squeezing her vaginal muscles in time with James's thrusts. This caused both to gasp and moan in coupled ecstasy. Their mutual pleasures multiplying a hundred fold with every passing minute. Rachel was the first over the precipice as her body surrendered to an Earth shattering orgasm. She gritted her teeth tightly trying mightily to stifle the moan that threatened to give them away.

Thinking quickly, she turned her torso around mid-thrust and grabbed the panties out of James's left hand as he held her buttocks to maximize his thrusting. Rachel stuffed the panties in her mouth as far as she dared and screamed mightily into the makeshift gag. The erotic imagery of his mate screaming into her own soiled panties as a means to stifle her orgasm was too much for James. He gave one more mighty thrust and emptied the copious contents of his balls deep into Rachel's womb. They both looked around warily, trying to catch their breath, expecting there to be many eyes upon them staring with stunned and disbelieving looks; surprisingly, there was not a single pair of eyes pointed their way (that they knew about). Everyone was eagerly looking towards the stage as Peter was singing the last two stanzas of 'Love You to Death':

Am I good enough for you?
Am I good enough for you?
Am I?
For you?

Am I?
For you?
Am I good enough
For you?

As the crowd erupted into appreciative cheers and shouts, James and Rachel worked to steady their breathing and to compose themselves. Anyone who cared to look at them would see that freshly fucked look all over their faces. James slipped out of Rachel and quickly placed his soiled cock back inside his jeans, ignoring the squishing sounds his cock made as he exited Rachel's moistened hole. As soon as James removed his cock from Rachel's pussy a veritable river of combined fluid began to flow out of her battered pussy and pool around the crotch of her torn pants; she could feel the pool increase and then begin to drip out of the hole that James created to gain access to her womanly treasures. It began to drip down the inseam of her jeans creating an increasingly large stain; what didn't cling to her pants was pooling beneath her on the stadium floor.

James! I'm leaking like a broken spigot here! If I don't get to a bathroom soon all of you will be on the floor and down the front of my pants. It feels like a gallon of your cum is dripping down my legs and out of the hole you made. This is your problem so you need to fix it. Get me to a bathroom now!

James immediately began penguin walking her through the massive crowd towards one of the security gates, shielding her exposed privates to the rest of the crowd. After showing the security guard their passes and briefly explaining the need to exit the stadium before the end of the concert, the guard graciously moved aside the barricade and allowed the young couple to reach the stairs that lead to the main thoroughfare and the public restrooms. Wanting to waste little time awkwardly walking behind his mate, James decided to expedite their departure and picked up Rachel and cradled her firmly in his arms. James placed his hand over the hole in Rachel's pants to save her from embarrassment and to act as a temporary catch basin for the still considerable cum dripping out of her pussy. He started up the stairs, bounding towards the tunnel two steps at a time.

Despite his best efforts at concealing his mate's predicament by running up the stairs to the main concourse, there was still a long trail of cum leading up the stairs toward the main lobby. James thanked his lucky stars as everyone remained oblivious to their departure and the large trail of 'bread crumbs' that were left pooling in their wake. But everyone was not oblivious; a girl with blonde hair and ice blue eyes was more than aware of their exodus and rushed to follow them.

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After moping in self-pity for a few moments, Jessica snapped out of it with new resolve. She had not forgotten what she had seen and the obvious declaration of matrimony between James and Rachel. She had remained vigilant in keeping her eyes on the spot where she knew the happy couple stood. Once again she ripped the binoculars from Robert's neck without explanation or apology, nearly strangling the poor guy as he desperately hurried to unclip the binoculars from the rig attached to his shoulders. Jessica had seen movement towards the security barricade that was far different than the usual 'mosh pits' that seemed to propagate like a viral infection throughout the stadium. She had never understood the propensity to gather in large groups and ram one another in time with this obscene 'music' blaring from the stage. These 'metal heads' were a strange bunch of lunatics; the whole lot should be admitted to Harborview for a psychiatric evaluation.

Jessica quickly magnified the binoculars as she zeroed in on her quarry. She was delighted to notice it was indeed James and Rachel making their way slowly through the boisterous crowd. She couldn't understand their strange gait until they made it to the security gate; it finally hit her that James was shielding Rachel from the crowd and trying to hide the evidence of their sexual activities. It was clever and perversely sweet. But she wasn't fooled; she was going to confront that little slut and, if necessary, beat the information from her whorish body until she was satisfied. This situation was the strangest shit she had ever heard or seen. This just didn't happen in the real world; it must be some kind of cruel joke that was created for their perverse amusement. Well, she wasn't laughing! Jessica would find out the truth if it was the last thing she ever did; no one made a fool of Jessica Hamilton. The moment that Jessica realized they were heading up the stairs that lead to her exit, she sprang into action.

"Where the hell are you going?" Robert asked heatedly as Jessica stomped all over his feet as she moved to extricate herself from the row of brain dead cretins blocking her hasty exit.

"I got to pee dipshit! You want me to piss all over myself and you?" Jessica asked with a snarl.

"Eww! No! Get the hell of out her and go pee. Just be back here when the concert ends. I am not waiting all night for your crazy ass and I sure as hell am not going to come looking for you!" Robert growled.

"Whatever! Now let me pass you fucking porch monkey!" Jessica snapped.

Robert was rendered speechless as his brain registered the racial slur that this certifiably insane Barbie doll spewed out at him. That no good, uncouth, slut for brains, crazy ass bitch! Promotion or not, he was going to lay into her the moment she got back. No one spoke to him in that manner, especially not a spoiled daddy's girl that had more money than brains!

Jessica did not wait for a response to her social barb; she was on a hunt and she had spotted her prey as they dashed towards the exit. James and Rachel didn't even give her credence as they rushed through the portal. Upon reaching the stairs however, Jessica nearly fell on her ass as she took a step to follow them. The only thing that saved her from breaking her neck was quick reflexes that gripped the center railing tightly. What the fuck was all over the god damn floor? Jessica looked down in fascinated disgust to discover a large puddle of cum directly beneath her. Jessica knew it was cum because she had become intimately familiar with the viscous male liquid over the last couple of years. Jessica looked back towards the bottom of stairs to see similar puddles in equidistant intervals all the way down the stairs. Jesus that guy must come in buckets for Rachel to be dripping this much! No wonder they were heading to the bathroom, she must be drenched in his essence. It was official now; she HAD to get her hands on that guy's dick. There was no question about it.

Not wanting to waste any more time and take the chance in losing them, Jessica hurried to give chase. When she got through the exit, she cursed when she did not see them; there were bathrooms in either direction of the exit and she was unsure of which direction they headed for. Taking a chance she headed to the right towards the concession area and souvenir kiosks. Jessica headed towards the nearest rest room in hope that Rachel was inside. Just as she rounded a corner she spotted them near a kiosk selling bandanas. What the fuck does she want a bandana for? Jessica smiled wickedly as the answer came to her: Rachel was going to use a bandana as temporary panties to cover the hole in her jeans. Oh this was too good. She was going to enjoy embarrassing this little slut. If she didn't want to risk becoming a social pariah at school, she would have to part with James. Husband, boyfriend, or whatever, Jessica was going to make his gorgeous ass hers. Blackmail was a personal favorite of hers; it was so wickedly efficient when one thought about it. It maximized results while minimizing risk of exposure or retribution. Physical altercations were never Jessica Hamilton's style; she always preferred the devious to the direct.