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, made a wish, and then blew the candles out. Upon opening her eyes, she looked around and I could see the disappointment on her countenance. Theresa, my heart hurt as I watched her pain. I ordered the servants to make sure that no insects disturb our cake, and that the ice cream be kept chilled, and grabbed Lady Emily’s small hand in mine. Even though I knew the answer, I did ask if her wish had not come true, even as she blew out all of her candles. She asked how I knew this; it was indeed true. I told her that each year, when I wish my wish; it never does come to pass. I told her that you, my dear Theresa, and Paul Thomas are the closest I have ever had to having my wishes granted. I wish for a family to call my own. She confided that she wished that she could again be returned to the day of her eighteenth birthday. We paused to sit on a tree stump while she recounted the tale of her eighteenth birthday. Much of it was quite shocking to myself, but I listened nonetheless. I shall now share with you of which she spoke. It was an unseasonably warm day and instead of her maid, Birdie, waking her, her father, the Captain came to her room and kissed her awake. But this was not the usual affectionate pressing of lips to the cheek of a sleeping child. This was the thrusting of his tongue into her mouth. When she was sufficiently awakened, he bade her complete her morning ablutions and join himself and her two brothers on the back veranda for a special morning meal. He reminded her that today was her eighteenth birthday, a day that would welcome her into womanhood. She did so, and dashed down the stairs and outside. The maid placed freshly made griddle cake onto the table, but before she could eat of it, her father and her two brothers did something so shocking, that she fainted from the sheer lunacy, the sheer depravity of the act. Standing, the three males unbuttoned their breeches, took their rampant manhood into their hands, and stroked themselves until their seed spurted onto her griddle cake. She was revive day both brothers slapping her face lightly with their erect members. Then she was encouraged to eat the defiled griddle cake, with their spending liberally coating it. The maid then placed griddle cakes in front of her father and two elder brothers. With a knowing smile, she asked Lady Emily how she enjoyed he griddle cake. Her father said that she would enjoy her morning meal every day henceforth with the seed of her father and two brothers sweetening it. After their special breakfast, she was allowed to play her favorite game of Hide and Seek. A few hours later, the maid came and informed them that the celebration meal was now ready. She was to dress in the pink frock, ribbons and shoes that she now wore. But, she was not given any undergarments to wear. The meal was good, as was the cake. After the meal’s dishes had been cleared away, her father brought out a brandy bottle, poured four snifters and toasted his daughter’s day of becoming a woman. He then informed her, as the woman of the house, it would be her duty to provide the DeGarde house with another female, just as his sister had done eighteen years earlier. She asked if she was to be betrothed and her father stated that he and his sister had not been wed, yet she provided him with two fine male specimens as well as herself. Then, her father reached out his hand, and pulled the pink dress from her form, exposing her bare bosom, coo, and posterior to himself and her two elder brothers. Her father declared to the two brothers that her mouth and fundament were theirs to enjoy, but her coo was his, until she had been found to be with his child. Then he placed her on a settee, dropped his breeches to the floor, and placed the head of his phallus to the mouth of her coo. With a mighty lunge which very nearly toppled the settee onto its back, he broke through her maidenhead. When the brutal ravishment ended, her two brothers instructed her on using her mouth to pleasure their members. Then her father again took his pleasure from her coo. But by this time, she too took pleasure from the coupling. All three took great pains to service her fundament, easing their passage with a poultice they had at the ready. Then, father and daughter retired to the master chambers; she was quite exhausted after all had transpired that day. She would reside in his bed until it was determined that she was with child. Then she was allowed to also enjoy the bedchambers of both brothers; they were now allowed to enjoy the use of her coo. Also, her father would now take his pleasure from her fundament and mouth. Jasper was the result of her father’s activities. He assured her that he was not disappointed that she had not borne him a daughter; there would certainly be more children. She ten learned the horrifying truth. Upon the birth of a daughter, she would be murdered, just as her mother had been. Her father had bred her and raised her to be his sexual plaything and did not want the meddling influence of a woman corrupting her. So too would he raise her daughter. This is the reason Lady Emily does not know how to read; her father read to her and read to her the most depraved of literature that he could procure. This is why Lady Emily dresses as a child; her father had no desire for her to ever progress beyond the earliest of maturity. This is why Lady Emily, although a grown woman, still partakes in children’s’ games. If she were to bear a daughter, that daughter would too be raised as nothing more than a sexual plaything. But before she could conceive another child, the Captain and his sons would arrive in New Orleans and become infected by the swarms of mosquitoes, dying before returning home. They were buried in the small cemetery, next to her mother’s gravesite. She raised Jasper as well as she could, trying her best to teach him to be a man. Upon his eighteenth birthday, she taught him how to pleasure a woman. He left the DeGarde estate the very next day. And, year after year, she sits, wishes for her eighteenth birthday to return to her, and year after year, she opens her eyes to the disappointment. Time does not return; it only moves forward. I must close this letter now, my dear Theresa; I again hear Lady Emily’s sobs coming from the bed. All My Love, Rachael Ann Baylor **** July 20, 1931 1 DeGarde Chateau Lafayette, Louisiana My Dear Theresa, I could not tell from your last letter whether you are excited or apprehensive that you are now with child. I have decided that I shall be happy for you. My own time with child has proven to be quite fulfilling. Each day, I reach down and feel the son I shall bear for my Paul Thomas. Lady Emily has become quite affectionate as well, placing numerous kisses upon my abdomen whenever the opportunity arises. I fear that may very quickly cease; I have the most dreadful news to give to her. A telegram has just arrived and it states that Jasper and Michael were both killed as they stepped out of a speakeasy. Someone approached them, called them a perversion and an affront to God, and shot them both until they no longer moved. I do slightly mourn the loss of Michael; he was nearly a brother to myself. But I know not how Lady Emily shall take the passing of her only child. I dare not tarry any longer, my dear Theresa. All My Love, Rachael Ann Baylor. **** August 9, 1931 1 DeGarde Chateau Lafayette, Louisiana My Dearest Theresa, It was a somber ceremony as we lay Lady Emily DeGarde to rest next to her mother. As I had feared, the news of her son’s murder was too much for her to bear. She had Lucas drive her into town where she spoke with an attorney, then returned to the estate and drank several glasses of brandy. She refused food; just drank and stared at the few photographs he had of her father, her two brothers, and her son. Very early the following morning, I was awakened by a gunshot. I found Lady Emily dead from a single gunshot to the chest. James Guidry, Esquire, the attorney she had visited came to the estate the day after we placed her to rest and bade that he and I meet in the library. He had a quite thick stack of pages with him and read them to me. I assured him that I was capable of reading them, but he continued to read to me in his dry, quite grating voice. Theresa, it would seem that Lady Emily DeGarde has bequeathed the estate, in its entirety, to myself. It is very nearly five hundred thousand acres of land that stretches from the coastline, to just north of the Atchafaylaya Bayou, which the Army Corp of Engineers had approached Lady Emily of making it into a spillway, a reservoir for Lafayette. If I am in accordance with what James Guidry, Esquire has stated, I am quite wealthy indeed. It is a bit much for me to comprehend; I close this letter for now as I wish to again read the papers that James Guidry, Esquire has left behind. All My Love, Rachael Ann Baylor **** October 22, 1931 1813 Good Children New Orleans, Louisiana My dearest Rachael, I cannot wait for this dreadful burden to be lifted from me! If I have to endure another sleepless night with the baby kicking and squirming within me, or another day with the agonizing back pains, I feel I shall quite literally go mad. Thankfully, my husband has prescribed laudanum and I avail myself of the drug as much as possible. My dear Rachael, I shed tears of joy that you have named a few acres Kimble, in honor of myself. I do feel it quite fitting that you would name the stretch of land nearest the coast Jazz Beach, in honor of Jasper DeGarde. But of course, you churlish child, you would deem it fitting to name a beautiful lake after yourself! I write in jest; what else would you name a beautiful lake? Of course Baylor Lake is a most fitting name. And I am sure that Paul Thomas is proud to have a plot of land named Bender in his honor. I also shed tears of sorrow that I never had the pleasure of meeting with Lady Emily DeGarde. I knew her to be a generous soul, from your letters and gifts. I also knew her to be an adventurous and spirited woman, as your letters have indicated. I close this letter for now; the drug has taken effect and makes it quite difficult to see the words I write. All My Love, Theresa Lucille Kimble **** July 4, 1946 1 Baylor Place DeGarde, Louisiana My dearest Theresa, I mourn with you the passing of your son, Earl Kimble. This dreadful war has lasted quite over long already and has claimed far too many lives. But you may take comfort that he died with honor and died defending our great nation. Of myself, this lingering illness continues to plague me. I cannot seem to shake it, no matter what remedies I attempt. I even allowed Wilma, one of the colored servants, to bring her aunt to the estate. Her aunt claims to be a yarb doctor, but I fear it was nothing more than imagination and whimsy. She produced a foul smelling and foul tasting concoction that did temporarily ease my discomfort, but not my illness. Paul Thomas does little to ease my suffering and I fear it is because I have borne him five daughters but no son. He believes me to be blind to it, but I am well aware that he has taken great liberties with Penelope Dumas, a maid we have secured from Sacred Assumption. I am quite sure that she is already with child by him. It is my fervent prayer that she bears him yet another daughter. Before I grow too weary, I must disclose this to you, my dearest friend. I summoned James Guidry, Esquire to the home to make out my last will and testament. Paul Thomas was quite excited by this prospect as I imagine he fancies himself to be the sole benefactor of my estate. As we never did wed, he has no legal claim to my estate. Instead, and with great laughter, I bequeathed the estate to our five daughters. As all five have great animosity toward their father for his disregard for my health and his flagrant liberties with the female servants, even with the colored, I am sure that they will be inclined to disavow him and any expenses he may incur. I close for now; I grow quite weary. All My Love, Rachael Ann Baylor **** December 5, 1946 1 Baylor Place DeGarde, Louisiana Dear Aunt Theresa, With great sadness, I write to inform you of our mother are passing. As she drew her last breath, she clutched in her hand a rosary. Our sister Lucille informed us that this was the rosary that you had given to her on her eighteenth birthday. She was laid to rest with that rosary still in her hand. Of our father, Paul Thomas Bender, he has been placed into the custody of the authorities. Far too late to save our mother, a doctor from Baton Rouge discovered that she was being poisoned. We also had arrested Wilma, one of our colored servants. Her aunt, a yarb doctor, was supplying this servant with the poison. Before the authorities could arrest the aunt, she disappeared into the mist that drapes itself over Baylor Lake. Because of the many alligators that populate Baylor Lake, the authorities do not believe they will locate the aunt. Aunt Theresa, our mother spoke often of the love the two of you shared. I can remember many nights sitting at her feet as she sat in the library and regaled us with those tales of your sweet kisses and tender touches. Please take comfort in knowing that she kept that love, kept the memories of your kisses and touches until her last breath. Take comfort that she is now with the Heavenly Father. All our Love, Theresa Rachael Baylor Lucille Catherine Baylor Michelle Ann Baylor Emily Theresa Baylor Chloe Agnes Baylor _**Author’s Note: I write these stories for my enjoyment; I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you for reading._ Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. |
_Note: All characters are 18 year olds in their last year of high school._ \--- "Our next unit will be on musical theater," Miss Reese exclaimed in an encouraging voice from the front of the school auditorium. A collective groan rose up from most of the drama students spread out among the first five rows of seats. A few enthusiastic faces shared their feelings on the subject, but they were few and far between. "Your grade for this section will be based on a scene presented to the class. With so many musicals to choose from I am excited to see what you come up with," Miss Reese continued. A tight ball formed in Tom's stomach as he thought about singing in front of the class. He involuntarily sunk down into his seat. He began to form visions of himself alone on the stage, trying to get through a song while the class tittered in laughter. How would he possibly get through this? "You can pair off in groups of two, three, or four people if you like. Plan to present three weeks from now. You'll have time to practice in class, but I encourage you to put in the time after school to make your act memorable. This is really your chance to shine," Miss Reese directed them. Tom's eyes scanned his classmates frantically, hoping to avoid the mortification of a solo song. At least in a group I'll not be the only one making an ass of myself, he thought. His eyes caught those of his friend Erin who was sitting with Robert and Ashley one row in front of his. She smiled and nodded her affirmation to a question he hadn't even asked. "Ok, why don't you go ahead and take a few minutes to decide who you want to work with and what song you want to perform," Miss Reese continued. Tom grabbed up his bag and clambered over the seat in front of his to join Erin and the others. They had worked together in the past. Some days Tom sat next to them, but he had never found the right clique despite now being in his senior year. Nevertheless there was always something special when he talked to Erin, a little spark inside him that was fed by the twinkle in her eyes and her smile. "Hey man," Robert said, slapping hands in greeting. "Hey Tom," Ashley added, pushing her long, brown hair back behind her ears. Erin smiled, displaying some of her wry wit, "So, it's A Chorus Line or Singing in the Rain, right?" Tom and the rest of the group smirked in response. They definitely tended towards the edgier, darker material in class. It was hard to imagine banging out a traditional routine with leg kicks and jazz hands. "I hate musicals," Tom remarked, receiving nods of agreement. "I have no idea." "What about 'Hair'?" Erin queried. "Ooh, that could be fun," Ashley said, with a hint of naughtiness in her voice. "I'm not getting naked in front of the class," Robert declared. "That's just the one song," Erin shot back. Naked? What is he talking about? Tom thought. "What's Hair?" he asked the group. "You've never heard of Hair? It's like the musical about the 60s," Erin said, a note of surprise in her voice. "Well, that could be ok," Tom said hesitantly, not wanting to go against the group. "Let's meet up at the public library after school to see what we can find," declared Erin, settling the matter. She was a slight girl with chin length, wavy strawberry blond locks. They were matched by a button nose covered with a sprinkle of freckles. But she filled up any room with the force of her personality and fearless confidence. The bell rang and each of them was off to their next class. \--- Entering the library building, Tom soon saw his classmates clustered around one of the computer terminals and made his way over. Robert and Ashley nodded their hellos, and Erin put her hand on his forearm in greeting. Tom felt a few hairs stand up on the back of his neck in response to the warm touch. "We think this song catalog should cover what we need," Erin explained as she turned back to the screen, writing down the appropriate call number on a piece of paper. The foursome made their way up into the heart of the library, eventually retrieving the tome in question. They moved to a nearby study table, spreading out the book and circling around. The list of song titles flowed past, making Tom's mind churn. Colored Spade, White Boys, Black Boys, Hashish, Manchester England, Hare-Krishna, what kind of musical is this he wondered. Erin flipped through the pages as they scanned the musical scores and read the lyrics. It appeared that Ashley and Robert were at least somewhat familiar with the show, but the words brought out a share of collective giggles as they dug into the show. "Well, there is no way they are going to let us do this one," Robert remarked as they moved down the page for a song entitled Sodomy. "Yeah, I think this is the best one really. I remember hearing it one time when my parents were playing the radio in the car," Erin proposed. The page offered up the opening song for the musical, Aquarius. The lyrics, borrowing heavily from astrology, promised a new age of love and understanding. "'Golden living dreams of visions,' what does that even mean?" Tom asked skeptically. "It means letting go of your logical brain and just going with what moves you," Erin replied. "Something you should do a little more." Tom felt his cheeks get hot and wondered if the others could see him blushing. But a closer examination of Erin's face revealed a soft smile, suggesting her words were ones of encouragement -- not ridicule. "This is pretty wild," Ashley agreed. "I wonder how we are going to put together a dance routine for this." "Oh, I'm sure we can come up with some fun stuff to do," Robert commented, his hand flipping forward in the songbook. Robert's eyes connected with Tom's and the nonverbal message was clear, don't mess this up by not being into it. "Ok, I trust you guys," said Tom, trying to cover the hesitation in his voice. "Good, let's make some copies and we can meet tomorrow to start working on the choreography," Erin said enthusiastically. Her hand was back on Tom's arm, causing a tingly glow to spread across that side of his body. \--- The morning had broken and light was spilling into the room from under the pulled shades on Tom's bedroom window. He was lingering in the space between sleeping and awake, refusing to jump up and start the day. His mind flitted back through the snapshots of his last dream. Erin, Ashley, Robert, and him were garbed in the peasant attire he had seen in so many histories about the 1960s. They had all moved in a flowing dance, twirling and swaying as they came together and then spread apart. Each had begun shedding their clothes until a naked Erin approached him. Her trim figure was punctuated by tight, round breasts and wisp of reddish pubic hair that framed her skinny hips and legs. Her lips moved towards his, but right as they were to touch he awoke. Tom's hand moved down to give his hard prick needed attention. He began to stroke it, carrying that vision of a naked Erin (and Ashley) in his mind as he worked himself to completion. He was still a virgin and had never even seen a naked girl in the flesh. But the clarity of the dream drove his desire as he imagined what would have followed from that kiss. "Tom, get your ass out of bed or you'll be late for school," his mom's voice shattered his fantasy from a floor below. He tugged a few more times, but realized there was now no way to get back the moment. Giving a heavy sigh, he released his grip and slid his feet down to the floor to begin his day. \--- After school, the quartet met in a practice room deep in the bowels of the school to begin mapping out their performance. They took turns auditioning for each other for the four solo parts of the song and then how to stay in harmony during the chorus. By mutual agreement, Tom took the third set of lines -- helping him hide his questionable singing voice among the others. Soon they had the lyrics and melody down and turned to the challenge of creating an appropriate dance routine. "I'm not even sure where to start," Erin exclaimed, trying to get her mind around how to reflect the feel of the musical. "It isn't like we can offer some kicks from A Chorus Line..." "What if we spun and twirled a bit?" Ashley asked pensively, deferring to Erin. "Yeah, that could work," Erin responded. They began working out different moves, experimenting and rejecting different ideas as the choreography slowly took shape. After a few hours they were each wet with sweat, bodies exhausted from putting together a few minutes of movement to accompany the song. Erin beamed as they took a moment to rest, having finally put together all the elements and steps into a single series. It was rough, but it would work. Tom was happy because they were all happy, and it was done. He didn't know if it was good or not, but he knew he could do it without embarrassing himself. "Oh shoot, I'm going to miss by bus," Robert exclaimed, grabbing up his stuff and scooting for the door. "Hey, don't forget you've got to walk me to my car," Ashley called, scooping up her bag and racing along behind him. Tom and Erin were left alone in the practice room. She smiled at him, but said nothing -- slowing collecting her belongings, as she made ready to leave. He found himself suddenly nervous, butterflies forming in his stomach as his mind told him to say something while providing zero idea of what that was. "Uh, so do you really think it is good?" he engaged lamely, trying to stall for something better to come in his mind. "Honestly, I don't know," she replied, turning to face him. "But I think it is worth a shot and probably better than most of what Miss Reese is going to get from the rest of the class." "Yeah, that's probably right," he chuckled recalling some of the other lame ideas that other groups had shared with their fellow students in the past few days. His brain continued reeling, searching for a line that would help him know if she thought of him as more than a friend. "C'mon, let's get out of here -- you can help carry this stuff to my locker," Erin added, grabbing the portable stereo and the lyrics sheets. She handed the equipment to him, Tom gladly taking it. They walked down the halls past various spirit banners and signs for the upcoming dance. "Are you going to go to that?" Tom pointed out one of the posters for the dance, adopting a tone to suggest he was simply asking for information -- not implying anything more. "The dance? Nah. A bunch of kids trying to secretly get drunk or making fools of themselves on the dance floor. Not really my scene on the weekend, if you know what I mean." "Oh, right," Tom tried to keep his noncommittal tone, but he failed to hide the note of disappointment. Erin immediately picked up on it. "I mean, I do like going out dancing -- at a show or a club or something," she added quickly. "Why, were you thinking about going?" "Oh no," Tom said, trying desperately to hide his shyness. "Like you said, not really my scene either. I'll probably just hang out with my friends and watch some old movies or something. Not as cool as your plans." "Hmm, that doesn't sound so bad," she responded. "What kind of movies are we talking? Please don't tell me it is all stupid action movies." She playfully smacked him on the arm. "Not really. We go in for different stuff, Young Frankenstein, The Exorcist, Blazing Saddles, A Clockwork Orange... just whatever someone picked out. We drink soda and if the movie is bad, see who can make the best jokes about it. So yeah, I guess Schwarzenegger does provide some fertile ground for us." "A Clockwork Orange?" she queried. "Isn't that a little dirty in parts?" "Uh, yeah, I guess so," Tom tensed, on the defensive. "But it's like art, Kuberick you know." "I'm just giving you shit dude," Erin teased him. "Besides, Eyes Wide Shut is definitely more my kind of Kuberick." Tom's face reddened. "Yeah, I haven't seen that one. What's it about?" "Oh, it's all about sex," Erin explained. "It starts with a doctor and all around him people are talking about sex, or offering him sex, or having sex. But they don't really show it until near the end when he ends up in the middle of a full blown orgy." "Wow," Tom responded, painfully aware of the outline of his hardening cock becoming visible on his pants. "We should watch it sometime, you'd like it," Erin offered. "Well, here we are." They had arrived at the locker and quickly stowed the stuff. "See you tomorrow," Erin declared. "Yeah, have a good night," Tom replied, his mind searching in vain for a way to avoid ending the conversation. Soon she turned a corner of the hall and was gone. He sighed and made his way to an exit of the school. \--- Final Rehearsal. Practice Room. After School. Be There. Erin wrote it across the top of her notebook page -- showing the group sitting next to her as Miss Reese droned on about method acting. They each nodded in agreement, excited to see all of their work finally pay off. Once the final bell rang, they slowly assembled in the practice room. Unlike previous sessions, they were doing this final one in costume. Ashley was in an Indian patterned sundress that came down the middle her thighs and a pair of huarache leather sandals. The cut of the dress emphasized her generous breasts without exposing much flesh and it complemented her wavy, brunette locks that fell to the small of her back. Robert wore leather breeches tied with a piece of rope and a blue plaid waistcoat, exposing his bare, dark brown skin and healthy muscles. He had topped it off with a grey newsboy cap. Tom himself wore a faded pair of jeans with a multicolored peasant shirt that flowed down below his waist. It was an outfit he had thrown together from his own closet and an old shirt his mom had found in the back of hers. Comparing his final product to his colleagues now made him wish he had tried harder. But none of them compared to Erin. She wore a frilly, white shirt with elaborate cuffs that was unbuttoned enough to offer a peak at her cleavage. On the bottom was long, flowing brown skirt that still showed off her figure, complemented by brown suede boots that covered her calves. She finished it off with a dark, wide-brimmed felt hat that sat right above her flashing eyes. Robert whistled a long wolf whistle as she entered room. Tom found himself staring, and looked away quickly when her eyes met his. "You like?" she asked, doing a twirl to show it off. They all nodded in agreement. "Oh yeah, baby," Robert intoned, echoing what they were all thinking. But soon the newness of the costumes was replaced by the tedium of trying to get through a practice perfectly. It was slow going and as the afternoon wore on, they ran it again and again -- never quite getting it right. They took a break, sweat pouring down their bodies from the exertion. "Something's just not right," Erin declared. Looking around the group, there was no disagreement. "Our energy just isn't there today." "Alright, let's try something different," she continued. "Have you ever heard of the idea of a natural high?" Robert and Tom's expression showed they had not. But Ashley jumped right in. "That's where you find that thing that gets you so excited you feel like you're high, even when you're not," she explained. "That's right," Erin added. "So let's go around the circle and tell about what get's each of us excited." Tom gulped a bit, thinking back to his dream a few weeks ago. Here they all were in costume, just as he had dreamed. But he couldn't tell his friends, could he? "I'll go first," Erin continued. "I really like kissing. Long kisses, quick kisses. Soft kisses, hard kisses. Sometime I could just make out with a guy for hours and be in heaven." "Uh yeah, for me it is probably sex," Robert chimed in. "C'mon, you've got to do better than that," Erin scolded him. "No really, like any sex at all. Like there is this girl on my bus ride home. I spend the whole time fantasizing," he came back at her. Erin shook her head, grinning to let him know he off the hook. "For me, it's sex on a beach. When the sun is setting and the waves are crashing. That would be so hot," Ashley added to the pot of fantasies. All the eyes turned to Tom. His mind was blank and he felt his stomach knot up. He clenched his hand. Could he say it? "Umm, making National Honor Society. I would totally flip out if that happened," he blurted out. It was met by collective silence. And then collective laughter. "Fucking National Honor Society?" Ashley snorted. "Yeah, dude -- are you kidding?" Robert mocked him. Tom turned to Erin, hoping for a safe harbor in the storm. She was laughing and shaking her head in disbelief. "Kissing, then sex, and then Honor Society," she teased. "You really know how to kick it up a notch." Tom felt his face burn hot with embarrassment. "Well, you guys took all the good ones. And for me it would be a big deal." "Oh Tom, you are such a weird guy," Erin continued. Tom felt tears begin to well up in his eyes as he fought to keep them down. Erin saw it and in that moment saved him. "And that's what I love about you," she added, pulling him for a close and then a kiss on the lips. Not so long as to raise eyebrows, but the electric effect it had on Tom was just the same. "Ok, let's get back to practice." They ran through the song three more times and each time it was perfect. \--- The following morning, they were busy pulling on costumes in the bathrooms before their performance. "Honor Society? You kill me man," Robert joked as he pulled on the breaches. "Fuck you, bus stalker," Tom shot back. They were each smiling, ready for the hours of preparation to be done. "Seriously though, I am really glad we got a chance to do this together," Robert added. "Yeah, it is great that I got to be part of this group," Tom replied. "Oh, I think you would have found a way in, no matter what," Robert responded. "Erin would have made sure of that." Tom gave him a quizzical look. "Dude, she's clearly in to you. You just need to notice," Robert said, as if he were walking a small child through a complex task. "If you say so..." Tom said skeptically. "Dude, trust me," Robert said, patting him on the shoulder. They finished dressing, checked themselves over in the mirror and raced out the door to the auditorium. As they worked their way through the curtains, backdrops, props, and ropes backstage, Robert and Tom found the rest of the quartet hidden from the audience by a side curtain right off the stage. "Ok, guys. Break a leg or don't fuck it up or whatever it is I'm supposed to say to make this go right," Erin instructed. "I think that's the thing you aren't supposed to say," Ashley shot back. "Fuck you, bitch," Erin shot back. "I love you." They came together in a circle, arms on each other's shoulders with their heads bowed together. But soon the silent moment was interrupted by clapping from the audience as the last act ended. The main curtain closed and they took their places, waiting for the music to start. \--- A wave of cheers hit them as the final notes of the song faded. It had gone just like they had practiced, clearly standing out among the middling numbers presented by the rest of the class. The group smiled, grabbed hands and took a bow. The bell rang and most of the students bolted from their seats on the way to the next class. Miss Reese came striding up from the audience, effusing praise. "Incredible, a fantastic job all of you. A really standout performance," she gushed, hugging each of them in turn. "Each year I ask a group or two to do it again so I can record it to show to future classes. I'd love to do that at lunch tomorrow if y'all are interested." A quick glance around the group confirmed all of them were excited by the prospect. "That would be amazing, thank you Miss Reese!" Erin beamed. They were all floating on the words of praise from their teacher. Miss Reese left and they quickly huddled, agreeing to one extra practice after school to do a final polish before their performance was recorded for posterity. Erin grabbed Tom in a hug and pulled him close, whispering "Thank you Tom" in his ear. He felt his cock throb against the leg of the jeans that were pressed against her. He wondering she could feel it. He got his answer when she chuckled quietly and pulled him closer. Then they scattered, spreading like leaves on the wind as they raced to their next class. \--- After the final class bell rang, they assembled at the usual practice room -- eager to add a final flourish to their routine. But their plans were dashed when they opened the door to discover a crew of students already practicing singing. "We reserved this -- get out!" the leader of the group yelled at them. They retreated to the hall. "Crap. I didn't even think about booking a room," Erin said in a frustrated tone. A quick review of other rooms found them all occupied -- choir had a big performance next week and everyone was preparing. A note of despair began to resonate among them. "I guess we could go to my house to practice," Ashley offered. "Really? That would be awesome," Erin said in a tone of relief. They soon piled into Ashley's car and were off. The route led them into a nice neighborhood with impressive houses set off from the street by well-manicured lawns. "This one is ours," Ashley remarked as they pulled into the driveway. "I don't know why I didn't suggest it earlier -- my parents are out of town this week so we have the place to ourselves." Entering the front door, they found themselves in a long hallway leading back to a kitchen in the rear of the house. French doors to their right opened up onto a lavish dining room and carpeted steps led up to the a second floor. They trooped back to the kitchen, an open, well-lighted room with a tiled island. Ashley opened up the refrigerator, surveying the group for drink requests. "They left me plenty of groceries. I think I could last a month on this stuff," she shared. Robert and Tom had Cokes, Ashley a seltzer, and Erin snagged a bottle of water. "I don't think there is really a place big enough to practice insides, so maybe we should just use the backyard?" Ashley suggested. The back door led out onto a nice lawn, encircled by a brick patio. In the corner there was a hot tub covered by a wood gazebo. Robert let out a low whistle and Tom was inclined to agree. After the shock wore off, the group got down to business. Using a portable stereo to play the music, they again worked their routine. A few tweaks here, a few tweaks there -- after an hour the act was set and they knew it. Returning to the kitchen, they snacked on chips and salsa as they discussed what else needed to be done. "Honestly, I think it is perfect and I don't want to overthink it. But I do have an idea of what we could do instead," Erin initiated. She pulled a DVD from her bag, revealing a recording of the musical they had been working on for weeks. "We need to find a way to get our mind off things and avoid any nerves." They restocked on drinks and made their way into the spacious living room next to the kitchen. It had wall-to-wall shag carpeting and a large, plush blue sectional couch. Ashley dropped the disc into the player and they all settled in on the couch to watch. Ashley was on the one end, with Robert next to her. Erin came next, with Tom on the opposite end, his legs laid out on the sectional. Despite putting in dozens of hours practicing the song, Tom realized he knew little of the actual plot. He was quickly pulled into the story of the group of young radicals protesting the Vietnam War, doing drugs, and experimenting with free love. About halfway in, he noticed that Ashley had snuggled up against Robert and Erin was now positioned firmly against him. He shifted his arm, and was gratified when Erin snuggled in closer, turning her body to rest her face on his chest as they continued to watch the screen. As the movie continued, each couple remained in close contact -- feeding on the sexual energy of the film. Tom's hand stroked Erin's back and her side. Erin brought her hand up to gently rub Tom's chest. He moved his up to begin stroking her hair and she sighed appreciatively. Looking over, Tom saw Ashley and Robert sneaking kisses every so often before going to back to watch the movie. At the conclusion of the first act, the actors on screen shed their clothes to dance and sing in a whirl of naked bodies. The sexual energy inside the living room swelled. Tom felt his own member stiffen inside his pants. With Erin lying fully against him it was impossible to hide and he wondered how she would react. He was surprised when she shifted slightly to bring her hand over his cock -- rubbing him through the cloth. He brought his head down to groan softly in her ear. She smiled in response and continued the attention until the scene ended. When the story hits its tragic, climatic peak, Tom was surprised to feel Erin snuffling against him. As it ended she lifted her face and he saw her eyes misty and watery. Looking over, he saw it had had the same impact on Ashley. "Oh my God, I can't believe Claude died!" Erin gushed. "Yeah, that was so sad," Ashley added. "Uh, yeah, what a sad ending," Robert echoed -- trying to show sensitivity. "I really liked it," Tom offered up sincerely. "Thanks for bringing it, Erin." "You're welcome," Erin replied. "And thanks for being a great pillow." She lifted up her lips to give him a quick kiss before climbing off the couch. "I was probably going to heat up something my parents left me, but I have money to get a pizza delivered if y'all want to sick around," Ashley offered. A quick nod of heads and some calls home to say they were working late on a project sealed the deal. The pizza was ordered and they returned to the living room to wait, spreading out on the couch and the carpeted floor. "This is definitely been the most fun group project I've been part of," Robert volunteered. "Totally. We should buy Miss Reese a present or something," Ashley added. "I'm just nervous we won't do as well tomorrow as we did today." "Oh, I think there are some ways to distract ourselves," Erin said suggestively from her position lying on the floor. She rolled up to her hands and knees and began gyrating her upper legs and butt suggestively. The others tittered nervously, each watching her movements closely. Erin lay back down on her side, using her arm to prop up her head as she smiled and looked up at them innocently. It only heightened the sexual tension she had introduced in to the room. "Do you think you could really live like that, like they did in the movie as a tribe?" Tom asked, trying to steer themselves onto safer ground. "I thought it was pretty interesting," Erin replied. "I was thinking about how brave you would need to be to put total trust in a bunch of strangers. To decide you were going to live by your own rules." "It was pretty wild," Robert added. "Like the part where they were all talking about who they would sleep with that night." "Seemed like kind of fun to me," Ashley chimed in, clearly surprising the rest of the group. "I don't see why it would be so hard to do that unless you really fell in love with someone." Tom, his attempt to shift the topic unsuccessful, wondered what it would be like to have sex with multiple people. He still could barely wrap his mind around what is was going to be like with one person, let alone a buffet of partners to choose from. His prick grew stiff yet again, demanding attention as a series of fantasies ran through him mind. "I think I'd like it, learning from each other; feeling free to experiment," Erin commented, moving closer to where Tom was seated on the couch. Without another word, she stood and held out her hand in an invitation. He rose, taking her hand in his. She gently pulled him to her and they embraced in a hug. She caught his eye, reading his reaction closely and then brought her lips to his. Tom closed his eyes, falling into the deep kiss. Her soft lips explored his. Shivers ran down his spine and the knot in his stomach tightened and then loosened as he lost himself in the sensation. After a few seconds, she pulled back -- her eyes expressing her enjoyment and satisfaction in the moment. Tom, self-conscious again, turned to see Ashley and Robert both sitting on the couch studying them intently. Their looks indicated fascination and approval. But now caught in their voyeurism, the two turned to each other and began a kissing session of their own. Erin's hand brought Tom's face back to her own, and they renewed their physical connection. Rougher and then softer, they explored each other slowly. Erin ran her tongue along Tom's lips and he returned the favor. As they made out they slid to the carpeted floor, Tom lying partially on top of Erin. His hands began softly stroking her thighs, arms, and back, eliciting sighs of approval. Erin's hand came up to play with Tom's brown locks. The soft smacks of kisses rose from the couch next to them as Robert and Ashley engaged in explorations of their own. Breaking their kiss, Tom and Erin each snuck a quick glance at the other couple. Robert had moved to kneel on the couch over Ashley and had one hand planted firmly on her breast as they continued to make out. Erin smiled and nodded her approval to Tom. Tom hesitantly brought a hand up to feel her modest breasts through her ribbed t-shirt. A plum colored, satin bra strap revealed what was underneath. Tom gasped in excitement as years of anticipation and imagination became reality. He gently squeezed the soft flesh and felt the nub of her nipple under the cloth. Erin groaned in appreciation and they renewed their oral connection. With her encouragement, Tom began his exploration in earnest. He felt along the smooth contours under and over the breast, circling his hand as he charted the new territory. He shuddered in surprise as Erin brought one of her hands down to stroke his inner thigh. In his pants, his cock had become an angry divining rod, twitching in response as it sought out direct attention. Tom switched his attention to her other breast, wondering if he would find a difference between the two as her hand continued to work the sensitive regions near his groin. Suddenly Erin pulled back from their kissing and brought a hand up to his chest to push him away slightly. His confusion was soon allayed as she sat up enough to reach behind herself and unclasp her bra. She pulled it free from under her shirt and tossed it aside. "That's better," she sighed, her voice heavy with anticipation. While she was busy, Tom glanced over at Robert and Ashley on the couch. The two had progressed much further in their sexual journey. Ashley's shirt and bra were cast aside, as was Robert's shirt. He had one of her breasts cupped in his hand and was lightly kissing and licking its nipple. She clearly loved it. Robert's pants were unzipped and a few tufts of pubic hair were exposed. Ashley's hand worked his unseen member and both were softly whispering expressions of pleasure to each other. They looked up, focusing on Tom's attention. Each smiled back in affirmation that they liked to be watched. Ashley thrust her chest out further, giving Tom more of a show as Robert began an enthusiastic assault on the other breast. Returning his attention to Erin, Tom and her both sank down again to the carpet in a renewed kissing session. His hands ventured up her shirt, encountering her naked breasts. With hesitant fingers, he softly stroked the soft skin and tight nipples. Erin crooked her arm around his head and pulled Tom in closer. His hand pulled tight against her chest, he grabbed her more firmly -- softly kneading the tender flesh. She groaned loudly and pushed her hips firmly up into him. They continued this for several minutes, Tom groping her and Erin thrusting softly against his thighs. The sexual tension of the four young bodies exploring each other was punctuated by their collective groans, sighs, and gasps of pleasure. Tom decided to venture further, lifting himself up and moving his hand to pull up Erin's shirt -- exposing her to the room. He paused, stupefied by the perfect apple-sized mounds with small, red nipples pointing towards him. Erin smiled back at him and brought her hand up to begin tugging at his belt and waistband. She succeeded, pulling the pants and boxers down in one motion. He gasped and shuddered as her hand came down firmly around his freshly exposed dick. Coming to, Tom plunged his lips down to kiss each nipple in turn. Erin giggled in pleasure, exploring his prick with her hand as she grasped and rubbed it slowly. Tom's shuddering continued as he experienced the first hand job in his life. Ding-dong. The front door bell broke the mood like an ice-bucket bath. Erin's hand came off Tom's cock at the speed of light and he quickly backed away for her prone body. Ashley and Robert came apart, furtively searching around for how to cover their nudity -- his stiff dick still poking through the gap in his pants. Suddenly, Ashley laughed. "It's the pizza guy," she explained. Everyone broke into fits of laugher. Ashley looked around to get dressed. "It's ok, I've got it," Erin offered, pulling her shirt back down and running her fingers through her hair. "Oh great, I left the money on the kitchen counter," Ashley directed. Erin hopped up and departed to get the pizza. Ashley and Robert remained seated on the couch, now apparently in no hurry to get dressed. Robert put his arm up over the top of the couch cushions, sliding it down behind her head. Ashley brought her hand up Robert's thigh, quickly moving it back towards his hard penis. Her eyes met Tom's and with a quick glance, directed him to sit down on the couch on other side of her. Tom did as she directed, rising and taking a seated position next to her. Robert lifted his hand to begin playing with her hair as Ashley brought her lips to Tom's, kissing him for the first time. The stayed connected for a few moments, before she rotated her neck to begin frenching Robert. Tom groaned as she brought her other hand down to begin stroking his still exposed cock. Looking over, Tom saw her other hand working Robert's stiff member. Tom surprised himself as he let out a low growl and brought his mouth down to attack Ashley's ample bosom. She emitted a thrilled laugh, and then released Robert and brought her hand up to guide his mouth down to her other breast. Once he had found the target, she resumed working both boys in unison with her hands. A collective series of groans began to arise from the group. "Well, I leave for a minute and things get super interesting," Erin's words startled them. She was leaning against the door jam, as if she had been watching for a while. She lifted up the pizza box she was holding, "How about we eat this before it gets cold?" The three on the couch began to separate, looking around for the lost pieces of clothing. "Oh, no need for that. Ashley, do you think your parents would mind if we ate naked in the dinning room?" Erin asked. "Probably not any more than the rest of the nasty things their little girl is getting up to," Ashley faux confessed. They all laughed in response. "Cool," said Erin, putting the pizza box down on a side table. She shed her shirt, pants, and undies in short order. Despite her small frame, she stood exuding confidence. A small whisper of reddish blond hair remained untrimmed on the skin above her pussy. Robert looked over at Tom, grinned, and dropped his own pants and underwear the rest of the way. Stepping free, his meat swung free surrounded by a healthy patch of pubic hair. Ashley finished the job, stepping out of her skirt and dropping her bikini cut briefs to reveal bare pussy lips. She put her hands on her hips, inviting them to take in the view. Robert wolf whistled his appreciation. The group all turned to Tom, the last one adorned with clothes. He gulped. Even with his erect penis exposed, he hesitated. Then he again made eye contact with Erin. Her expression said it all: are you going to do this or not? He took in a deep breath, and in a hurried manner pulled off his shirt, pants, and underpants. They stood gazing at each other for a minute, marveling that they were acting out another scene from the musical. "Let's eat!" Erin suggested enthusiastically. The group trouped off to the dining room, Ashley making a brief detour to grab plates. The dining room table was a long, glass one with black, wrought iron chairs. At Erin's suggestion, the girls sat on one side and the boys the others. They dug into pizza slices, happily eating as they grinned goofily at eating in the nude. Both the boys and the girls ate hungrily in silence, eager for the next activity to follow -- whatever that might be. Ashley broke the spell, reaching her bare leg forward to begin playing with Robert's foot and lower leg. The movement caught everyone's eye, soon leading to the recognition that the bare genitals of the members of the |
opposition gender sitting across from them were easily viewable through the clear table. Exploring eyes turned into roving toes and soon eight legs were freely roaming under the table, making contact with their counterparts across the way. The pizza was forgotten as the four resumed their extracurricular activities. The growing chorus of sighs and gasps ceased as Ashley to address the group, "Ok, I'm going to clean up this pizza." Tom, affected by the excitement of the moment, heard his own voice say, "Hey Ashley, I saw that hot tub outside. Any chance we could get in it?" All eyes turned to Ashley. "Fuck yeah we can, I haven't been maintaining it all week for nothing," Ashley responded enthusiastically. "Let me take care of these and grab some towels. Meet you out there." She grabbed the plates and box, taking them into the kitchen. The rest of the tribe piled out of the house, a naked band headed over to the gazebo. The boys removed the cover and they plopped in. For a few moments they simply relaxed in the steaming water, letting their bodies adjust to the warmth. The boys occupied two adjacent corners. Erin sat in the middle of the opposite bench leaning against the wall of the Jacuzzi, the tops of her breasts exposed above the water and an occasional nipple peaking out as she adjusted her position. The calm was broken by her sultry smile and she beckoned them to join her. The boys eagerly surged across the small tub, coming to a stop with each pressed against her from the side. She kissed them each in turn. Tenderly at first, and then quickly with more passion. Erin's hands found their stiff pricks hidden under the water and began jerking them firmly. The boys groaned in response. Robert brought his face down, attacking her ear and neck with kisses and nibbles. Tom quickly followed suit. Erin laughed gleefully, reveling in their attention. Her hand worked them harder. Robert grabbed her breast, pulling the nipple above the water line and began devouring it with his mouth. Tom returned to Erin's mouth as their tongues explored each other's in an extended lip lock. After a few minutes the boys alternated, with Tom attached to Erin's other breast and Robert and her engaged in a deep kissing session. Ashley's return interrupted the three's play session. "Sorry, I was enjoying watching from the window, but then I couldn't stand being left out any more," she declared from the edge of the tub -- unnoticed until her voice broke through the sounds of pleasure. Suddenly self-conscious again, the three parted back to their respective walls in the tub. Ashley hopped in as well -- making it the two girls on one side and the two boys on the other. "You know what I would like to see," Ashley remarked to Erin, who was recovering from the activities of the last few minutes. "I want to see how each of these guys like to touch themselves." "Yeah, that would be pretty hot," Erin responded enthusiastically. The girls turned to the boys, their eyes inquiring whether their request would be obliged. Robert and Tom looked at each other nervously, uncertain whether the other would take this step. Then Robert shrugged and Tom nodded back in agreement. The girls let out an excited squeal, squirming in their seats for the show to begin. Tom swallowed and put his hand in the water, bringing it down to close around his dick. He began tugging, using the familiar pattern, looking back at the girls to gauge their reactions. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Robert doing the same. "Oh no, we need a real show," Erin challenged them. "Hop up there on the edge." Again the boys collected themselves, offering themselves up in a much more vulnerable position as they rose out of the water to expose themselves to the group. More tentatively, each brought their hands in place to begin working their member. Gasps of approval came out of the girls as the boys each stroked themselves. Tom moved his hand up and down his pink prick as Robert firmly palmed his black rod. At first they were nervous, gingerly playing with themselves for the first time in front of an audience. But the girls' intense interest and active encouragement steeled their courage and they began their efforts in earnest. Tom's hand worked up and down, with a flourish of a twist when he came up to the tip. Balancing carefully, Robert brought his other hand down to begin stroking and tugging his balls. The girls hooted and cheered in response. The boys began to pant, reaching a state of deep arousal that brought their minds into autopilot as they followed the familiar path of how to get themselves off. As the intensity grew, the girls grew quiet -- taking in the scene of the boys pushing themselves towards climax. They murmured a few inaudible things to each other and then sat in silence. "Do you want us to come?" Robert grunted through his teeth, not breaking pace as his eyes were fixated on Ashley's. "Oh, I'm not sure that's necessary," Erin replied, her own vision captivated by a nude Tom as he lewdly masturbated for her. She rose and waded through the water towards them, Ashley rising to join her. The boys slowed their speed, uncertain what was to come next. Ashley and Erin made eye contact, and without a word, Ashley grabbed Robert's hand and Erin grabbed Tom's. Exiting the tub silently, they lightly toweled off and the two couples walked back to the house hand in hand. "Bye, see you guys in a bit," Ashley said, leading Robert by the hand through the house towards the stairs to the second floor. Erin and Tom were left alone in the kitchen. Erin, Tom's hand in hers, took him to the living room. Once there, she guided him down to the carpeted floor -- pushing his chest with her hand until he was laid out on his back, hard prick pointing towards the ceiling. Carefully, Erin slid her own naked body down into a seated position, her face facing his toes. Her soft pubic hair rubbed against his chest, the new sensation thrilling Tom to his core. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled encouragingly down at Tom. Leaning her head and torso forward, she grabbed his waiting cock in her hand. Without another word, she brought her lips to its crown and began generously licking and sucking the tip. Tom gasped as he experienced his first blowjob. After a few seconds, his mind came down far enough to see that Erin had lifted herself slightly off him chest -- presenting her naked sex just inches from his face. Her small, pink asshole was clearly visible inches from the lips for her pussy still clinging together. Without another thought, Tom brought his face the final inches forward -- placing his mouth on her soft sex. The scent intoxicated his nose and he felt his cock twitch in excitement inside Erin's mouth. She let it go with a pop, turning to mutter back at him, "Mmm, yes. Eat me." Gingerly, Tom explored Erin with his lips and tongue. They ran from the now wet entrance to her snatch up to the hidden button of her clit. Erin continued sucking him, now working her small mouth down to take the top several inches of his cock inside her before pulling back to lick and suck the tip. He felt the familiar tingle inside and redoubled his efforts on Erin, pouring himself into seeking out her pleasure over reveling in his own. It worked as Tom learned the nuances of Erin's anatomy. Noting the shivers that playing with her clit set off across her body, he focused his efforts -- sliding his slippery tongue around and around trying to gain purchase. She released his penis again, directing him now with intensity, "Oh fuck yeah, keep doing that." He obliged her, stroking her pussy lips and swollen clit again and again. Tom felt Erin's body tense over him before she thrust her sex down on to him hard, seeking out the release his mouth could provide. She repeated this twice more before a quaking tremble overtook her accompanied by a quiet howl of satisfaction. Her body splayed against his, Tom tried to keep up with the waves as he marveled at his first encounter with a female orgasm. Erin lay there for a second, enjoying the aftershocks. Rolling off, she rose -- using her hand to guide him up with her. She brought him over to the couch and helped bring him to a seated position on it. Once he was settled, she climbed on top of him, her knees keeping her balance as she knelt facing him. "I've been waiting for this for a long time," she confessed eagerly to him. And without another word, she brought her hand down to hold his dick steady and slowly lowered herself onto it. As Tom's tip entered Erin's warm softness, his eyes rolled back and pleasure washed over him in a tingly excitement. With a few patient strokes, she brought herself fully onto him -- her hips and thighs resting on him as they savored the sensation. They kissed passionately, her body slowly rising and falling as she worked his cock. Tom brought his hands up to stroke her back and palm her buttocks, reveling in its smoothness as she set the pace. They continued like this, gradually building as each let out gasps and groans of excitement. Their eyes locked on each other in a smoldering glare as intimacy gave itself over to lust. Erin accelerated, bringing herself down on him more aggressively. Her moans intensified as she lost control in the moment. Leaning back slightly she thrust her chest towards him, two hard nubs standing out at firm attention. Tom brought his face down, attacking each in turn with his mouth, sucking and then nibbling lightly. Erin squealed in response. The tingle in his groin returned and Tom knew there was no delaying the inevitable. Nor did he want to. His hips began involuntarily thrusting up into Erin, who responded with an enthusiastic moan. She brought her hands behind his neck, using it for purchase to drive herself harder down on to him. They both gave themselves over to the moment, shedding all inhibitions as they fucked each other furiously. An avalanche of joy swept over his body as Tom experienced his first climax with a partner. It was everything he had hoped for as his penis gushed spurt after spurt into Erin. He ceased his motion, letting her take over completely as the experience burned an indelible memory into his brain. Sensing the final throes of his orgasm, Erin slowed and then came to a stop. Nuzzling her head against his neck, they savored the moment they had shared together. Lifting herself off him, Erin walked over to the pile of clothes and retrieved her underwear to wipe up the mess sliding out of her and down her thigh. Finishing up, she again beckoned to him to join her as she slid down onto the carpeted floor. Tom bounced off the couch, laying down to bring her into his arms. They basked in the afterglow, her hand coming down to play with his softening penis. "Absolutely worth the wait," she mused dreamily. "Uh, have you ever done that before?" Tom asked cautiously. "Well... a couple of times, but it's never felt like that," Erin replied, gently planting a few kisses on his neck for emphasis. "It was my first time," he said quietly. "I know," she replied. "And it was beautiful." They kissed again, this time slowly and luxuriously as they stayed in close contact with her lying on her back and him partially covering her with his naked body. A hoarse shout echoed from upstairs. Tom and Erin giggled in response. They resumed kissing, hands exploring each other's body as they savored this moment of intimacy. In time, Tom's cock began stiffening again thanks to her sustained attention. Erin's hand tightened to grip it more firmly and he released a throaty rasp in response. She cooed and began to stroke him. Soon he was again at full mast in her determined grip. Without saying a word, Tom moved himself directly on top of her -- positioning himself in a way he'd seen numerous times on a screen but never before experienced. Erin spread her legs to give him entrance into her. After rubbing himself against her a few times, she brought her hand down to help guide him inside. They both groaned as he slid smoothly into the hilt. Cautious as he explored his first time on top, Tom propped himself with one hand and an elbow as he brought his other hand up to softly stroke Erin's hair. They looked deeply into each other's eyes before coming in close to begin kissing again. Tom's pelvis worked against her, moving his prick in and out as he explored the range of motion. It was a slow, cautious fuck, Tom learning under her patient tutelage. Their missionary session continued for several minutes as Tom grew more bold. A few times he misjudged and came out. Each time, she patiently fed him back inside. Soon he had worked out the rhythm, thrusting in and out of her steadily. Erin moaned in response, the passion now building steadily between them. Tom reached out his hand and held her tightly by the back of his head. He brought her lips to up to his, kissing Erin fiercely. Her leg edged up his thigh as she brought her foot around to wrap it around him. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room as Tom threw himself into the endeavor. Erin's exclamations grew, announcing her approaching orgasm. Tom pushed on as her trembling body stoked his excitement. He pawed her breasts with his free hand. Erin growled in approval. "Oh, fuck yeah," she muttered smokily in his ear and her hips bucking up into him. Her eyes rolled back as she quaked through her climax. The waves subsided and she came to a rest. Tom slowed as well, nuzzling her neck and bringing his body close to share the afterglow. After a second she stirred, asking, "Did you come too?" "Umm, no. I guess I just got lost in the moment," Tom replied earnestly. Erin smiled, kissing him in response. "You're sweet," she said. "Let's try something different. Have you heard of doggy style?" "Oh god yes," he said with enthusiasm. He slid out of her and rolled off. Erin came up on all fours, presenting her exposed ass and sex to him. She brought her forearms and head down to the carpeted floor and turned to look back at him with an inviting grin. Tom knelt behind her, using his hand to line up his prick and slide it into her puffy lips. Erin offered a contented sigh in response as he slid home. Again Tom quickly navigated the learning curve, testing how deep he could enter her and how far he could pull back. Soon they had reestablished a rhythm, her pushing her buttocks back into him as her brought his hips and cock forward into her. A slap, slap, slap of flesh against flesh punctuated their motions. Bringing his hands down, Tom massaged Erin's ass cheeks. He ran his fingers along the tight flesh, savoring the thrill. Erin again smiled back at him, before sinking her head down to the floor as she submitted herself to him. Tom moved his hands up to her hips and began to pull her into him with each stroke. Her moans increased as he ground himself into her. Looking down, he noticed a light sprinkling of freckles on her milky skin. Sweat began forming on his body as he pushed onward. Enthralled in the moment, Erin lifted up on her arms from the carpet. She arched her back, her head tilted back as she hissed in pleasure. "Oh god, yes," she released in a low purr. "That feels so good." Tom's body responded to the praise, pushing him to a new peak. He continued thrusting madly, his groin now signaling his second release of the night. He pushed himself, eager to reach the limit of feeling. He was not disappointed as cock began to surge and then disgorge its juice into Erin's quaking quim. This orgasm built and continued longer than the last. At the end it felt almost painful as his prick screamed for relief as he pulled it, dripping, from her pussy. They both collapsed in a heap, him lying upon her. They lay there a while. Tom's thoughts floated, replaying the events of the last few days and then that last few hours. He smiled, drawing the scent of her into his nose. He heard movement near them, and turning saw Ashley and Robert cuddled together on the couch. They were both still naked. Ashley was curled up in Robert's arms as they tenderly watched Erin and Tom. It was unclear how long they had been there. Shifting off of her, Tom tapped Erin to let her know they were not alone. Looking back at them, she smiled and rolled over -- exposing her breasts and pussy as she lay on the rug. "I should probably get you guy home," Ashley said, rising and retrieving her clothes. They all followed suit, getting dressed in silence. On the drive home, little was said. A few comments about how they had never thought that would happen. Tom mostly looked out the window, lost in his thoughts. They dropped off Robert first. Then Tom. "Good night Tom, looking forward to our big number tomorrow," Ashley said enthusiastically. "Yeah, see you tomorrow," Erin added. She hesitated, and then grabbed his shirt through the car window -- bringing him in for a kiss. Then the two girls were driving away and he was headed in to the house. \--- The performance the following day was good. Not as good as the previous day's, but still good enough that Miss Reese thanked them and said she was glad it could inspire future classes. But for the tribe it didn't matter. They were done and had come out the other side changed. As the group huddled together backstage, a new energy flowed through them like they had completed an electric circuit. "So, debriefing session after school?" Erin asked, a smirk revealing her true intentions. They parted ways, agreeing to meet in the parking lot after school. \--- Riding along in Ashley's car, the Hair soundtrack blasted out of the speakers as they tried to sing along. Erin knew every word, with Robert and Ashley largely keeping up. It was clear they had been spending a lot of time getting into the flow of the musical over the past few weeks. Even though Tom frequently fell silent, joining in on the chorus lines here and there, he was relaxed -- very different from how he felt in the group a few weeks ago. Looking out the window, the sunlight fell just right to mirror back his face in reflection. The calm smile on his lips surprised him as he reflected on the change the group had brought upon him. Pulling up to the house, they trooped in -- happy and giggling knowing what was next. Once they were safely behind closed doors, Ashley turned to address the group. "Ok, tribe rule for the rest of the day is no more clothes," she declared in a mock serious tone. Without hesitation, they all shed their garments -- any trace of self-consciousness and inhibitions gone. "And now for a soak to relieve all those sore muscles from dancing," Ashley instructed, leading them out to the backyard. "And maybe some of these hard ones too," Erin added, using the opportunity to grab and fondle Tom's stiffening prick as she walked by. Blood rushed into his member, bringing him to a full erection in seconds. He smiled and followed her, his cock bobbing up and down. They all piled into the tub, sinking down into the warm water. Their bodies touched freely under the water, comfortable contact anticipating what was to come. "It seems like y'all have a plan here," Robert inquired. "Well... we did get a chance to talk last night after we dropped both of you off," Erin admitted slyly, her and Ashley exchanging smiles. "Now, I think we agreed the first order of business today is a thorough dick inspection. Hop up here boys!" She patted the edge of the tub, directing them out of the water. Robert and Tom obliged, taking seats side by side with their feet dangling down into the water. Erin and Ashley waded over and wasted no time, beginning with an examination of the boys' staffs with their eyes and hands. But in short order they brought their heads down to each take dick in their mouth -- Erin servicing Tom and Ashley on Robert. The boys both groaned in response as the girls began working them over. The girls paused for a second, as they momentarily pulled back to giggle at the scene they were now directing. Then Erin brought her mouth back down onto Tom, using her tongue to begin licking under the sensitive tip. Ashley brought a hand up to grasp Robert firmly as she licked and planted kisses all over the head. Each girl worked in turn, building as they drew more cock into their mouth - pleasuring it with their lips, tongue, and fingers. The boys each leaned back slightly, gripping the lip of the tub with their hands for stability, to give the girls better access. A series of gasps and sighs spilled from their lips, punctuating the moment. After a few minutes, Erin pulled back and declared, "Switch!" Without another word, the girls switched positions and resumed their efforts. "Mmm, tasty," Erin added as she began to work Robert. Ashley paused to nod in agreement. "So soft," Ashley added before dropping her head back down onto Tom's penis. He smiled and brought a hand up to play with her hair. The girls continued their efforts in silence, pushing the boys to a peak. Robert and Tom's gasps were replaced by a shared panting as they felt themselves getting closer to a climax. Robert grunted and groaned, "I'm going to come soon." "Oh no, no, no," Erin declared, dislodging his cock from her mouth. "We don't want to waste that. And besides, I am ready for a little attention after this hard work." Ashley also ceased her efforts, eliciting a groan of disappointment from Tom. The girls stood up in the tub, rivulets of water sliding down their beautiful, naked bodies. As they exited, they each took a boy's hand, leading them back into the house. Ashley led the way, guiding them up the stairs to the second floor of the house. Tom wondered where they were going as they walked down a carpeted hall to a closed door. Ashley opened it to reveal the master bedroom that belonged to her parents. A king-sized, dark walnut four-poster bed occupied the center of the room. It was made with a fluffy comforter covered in a bright yellow duvet. Ashley flopped down on it, splaying her naked body out before them. Erin jumped up, lying down next to her. Both spread their legs, exposing pink pussy lips and looking sultry. The girls looked over at each other and then broke into another fit of giggles. "C'mon boys, time to return the favor," Erin instructed. Tom and Robert looked at each other, grinned, and jumped up on the bed. Each dived in, Tom working Ashley and Robert Erin. What they lacked in skill they made up for in enthusiasm. Tom licked Ashley up and down, up and down. His saliva mixed with her juices, helping him slide smoothly over her sensitive skin. She cooed as he explored the slowly swelling flesh of her pussy. Ashley brought a hand down to play with his hair, just as he had done with her earlier. He ran his tongue up against her stiffening clit and heard her sharp intake of breath in response. Tom moved his hands up to play with her breasts and nipples, eliciting more coos in response. Next to them, Erin gasped and then groaned as Robert worked her with his mouth closed tightly around her sex. His hands worked her body roughly, moving up and down to stroke and grab her from her neck down to her thighs. Erin gripped the duvet tightly and then, after Ashley's hand found hers, her friend. They held hands, squeezing down when a surge of pleasure passed through them. The girls' heads turned towards each other and they stared deeply into each other's eyes as they let the boys do their work. In time, Robert lifted up and said, "Can we switch?" The girls, looking down, nodded in response. The boys repositioned themselves, each lavishing their attention on a new partner. Tom relished returning to the savory sweetness of Erin's cunt. He had enjoyed the differentness of Ashley, but the flavor of Erin had haunted him ever since the night before. Now that she was on his tongue again, he found himself in a near frenzy. All of his focus poured into pleasing Erin. Erin enjoyed Tom's dedication and soon succumbed to the sensations emanating from between her legs. Her gaze drifted away from Ashley's, looking up at the ceiling in a daze. Her thighs trembled against Tom, thrilling him and urging him on. "Fuck, I am coming," Erin announced as the trembling became shaking spasms punctuated by a deep moan. She continued to hold Ashley's hand in her own, her intense grip helping push Ashley over the edge. Robert soon found pay dirt as Ashley was taken by an orgasm of her own. Her higher pitch wail echoed against the walls as Robert continued eating her out. Tom, his own work done, lifted his head to watch the flushed skin of Ashley's body melt like a puddle into the bed as she came down. The four lay together, boy on top of girl, as the girls revived themselves. Sufficiently recovered, Erin worked her hand down and guided Tom stiff prick to her waiting entrance. Finding little resistance, Tom pushed in -- his cock tingling at the warm, welcoming wetness of Erin's inside passage. They both groaned in ecstasy as he began to work himself in and out of her. Wasting no time, Robert and Ashley quickly joined in the lovemaking -- his dark cock burying itself in her rose colored quim. He brought his hand behind her head and tilting it up, began to kiss her passionately. Consumed by the pleasure of the kissing and the coitus, their own sounds mixed with those of Tom and Erin. Tom shifted his legs to begin thrusting more firmly into Erin. As he shifted, he brushed accidentally against Robert. Tom mind froze in hesitation, racing in concern and fear. But looking over, he saw Ashley and Robert's indifference as their lust kept them focused magnetically on each other. Erin noticed Tom's distraction and bringing his head to hers with her hand brought his focus back to their conjoined bodies. In a second, he was again consumed by the joy of their bodies working against each other. The fucking continued among the four, each couple now wantonly pushing towards satisfaction. The noise from the girls increased, Ashley's higher notes mixing with Erin's lower ones. The grunts and exclamations from the boys increased, almost as if they were urging each other on with each "Fuck", "Shit" and "Yes!" Tom felt the tingle as his body passed the point of no return. He brought his head down into the crook of Erin's shoulder, spasming against her as his testicles took over all brain functions. The remnants of the spa water mixing with the sweat produced by their churning bodies formed a salty, slick covering as she absorbed shot after shot from his spurting penis. Next to them, Robert continued pumping as Ashley brought her legs up to wrap around his lower body. Her tight grip urging him on, he roughly thrust himself into her as hard as he could -- her engorged pussy stretching and sliding to accept him. They cried out together, their bits surging to stimulate the pleasure receptors in their brain. Robert's penis spat ropes as Ashley howled, clawing at his back expressing the intensity of her climax. He shouted hoarsely, as they starred unblinking into each other's eyes. They continued until his thrusts slowed and stopped, his prick still buried inside her. Staring down at her, Robert smiled softly as she shared the afterglow of their intimacy. The four shifted and settled, lying in a disorganized mix of bodies as they recuperated. A calm settled for a few minutes as they lounged, unabashed in their shared nakedness. The silence was broken here and there by their soft musings on what had just transpired. Reaching over, Erin grasped Robert's cock -- still hard and pointing skyward. She stroked it a few times and, deciding it was ready, clambered up on to her knees. "Well, let's not let this go to waste," she explained to the group. Erin moved over, positioning herself on top of him. Maintaining her hold on him, she fed Robert's dick into her waiting vagina. Sinking down, she grinned goofily at them as she began to work herself on him. The other three remained reclined, watching Erin's performance. Her breasts rose and fell as she rode Robert, her pink pussy lips pulling back to reveal his dark rod before taking him inside her again. Ashley moved next to Tom, using her hand to assess the condition of his semi- flaccid cock. She stroked it a bit, coaxing it back to life. Tom quivered in response to her touch, attention still on Erin riding Robert. "Let's see if I can get this back into service," Ashley said. "But first..." Ashley shifted herself until she was on her knees, straddling Robert's face. Facing away from Erin, she lowered herself until Robert's mouth was firmly attached to her snatch. He wasted no time, beginning to service her with his lips and tongue. Ashley motioned Tom over until he was standing on the corner of the bed, leaning against one of the wooden posts -- his prick eye level with Ashley. Tilting forward, she brought him into her mouth and began fellating his rapidly stiffening cock. Tom used the post for support, shifting his hips out further to give her easy access. The quartet continued like this for a while, Erin fucking Robert while he ate out Ashley and Ashley sucked off Robert. Each offered their own notes of satisfaction as they found a new harmony of sexual ecstasy. Erin leaned her slight body back to offer a greater show of where Robert was entering her. Tom was fixed on the view before him and Ashley periodically broke off her ministrations to look over her shoulder at the scene playing out behind her. In time, Ashley pulled away from Tom and Robert -- moving to a free bedpost adjacent to the group. Grabbing it with one hand, she sat on her haunches facing the post and then lifted up her ass to expose her waiting holes to the group. She beckoned to Tom to take her, then bringing the hand down to spread her cheeks -- exposing herself further. Tom moved quickly, and after a few adjustments found the right position on his knees and slid in. Having watched them through this sequence, Robert and Erin followed suit -- taking the position at the bedpost catty corner to the one occupied by Ashley and Robert. With the couples now turned away from each other, they commenced with a new fuck. Ashley brought her hands up to hold the bedpost high, almost as if she was hanging down from it. Tom began with his hands on top of hers, but as he continued to work inside her he moved his hands down -- feeling along her arms, shoulders and back before settling them around her breasts with one in each hand. They stayed in that position for a while, him massaging her ample bosoms as they brought their bodies together and apart again and again. Erin had positioned herself bent at the waist to let Robert piston directly into her from behind -- arms locked on the poll to provide better resistance. Spreading his stance, Robert had found the right angle to enter her from behind. Back and forth his dick went, pushing in and pulling out of Erin's welcoming slit. And once they had found the right rhythm, Erin began pushing back into him in time. Each couple continued their lovemaking, but soon they were sneaking peaks over their shoulders at the others -- watching and enjoying what the rest of the tribe was acting out. Sneaked peaks became extended stares. They urged each other on, increasing the forcefulness of their fucking. The sound levels rose as the performance pushed towards a crescendo. Erin made eye contact with Ashley, a look of excitement and satisfaction passing between them. "I want to watch each other when we come again," Erin declared. The partners stopped, acceding to her request. They disentangled and, after a little direction from Erin, each girl was positioned on their knees facing each other. The boys shuffled behind them, Tom back with Erin and Robert with Ashley. Needing no explanation or invitation, they each thrust themselves deep into their partner. Under Erin's direction, they knew the task at hand was reaching climax. Building on the pace from earlier, Robert and Tom renewed their assault on the girls -- pulling out and shoving themselves back in for all they were worth. Erin and Ashley accepted the pounding, even thrusting back themselves with their eager pussies. Erin reached out her arms, grabbing Ashley's hands in their own and locking eyes. They soon shifted, holding each other's wrists for a balance as they urged the boys to continue the relentless fuck. It was hot, hard, and loud, the young teenage bodies pushing themselves to the limit. Ashley came, gasping and spluttering, and Erin soon followed, growling like a mountain lion. Ashley came again and from there it was hard to discern the crests and falls of their climaxes from the steady stream of screams and grunts. Looking up from the girls, Tom's eyes connected with Robert's. It was uncomfortable for a minute, and then both broke into a broad smile as they continued to work their partner. Each brought their hands around to grip their partner's hips, slamming them into their cock as the brought each thrust home. It proved the last straw for both the boys, their shouts signaling their release at last. The orgasms continued as the girls, whipped into a frenzy, kept shoving themselves down on the spasming cocks as they sought a final bit of release. Collectively spent, they collapsed in a pile on the bed. After a few minutes to recover, they rose and returned to the hot tub -- letting the water wash away the remains of their lovemaking. Each was drifting on a high with little need for conversation or action. Bodies drifted together and apart in the tub, touching casually now and then as their sexual energy was depleted. Eventually Ashley suggested ordering dinner again. But the moment had passed and the boys made excuses about needing to get caught up on homework. They dressed and shared the ride home mostly in silence. Every so often, one would remark on a particular moment of what they had just shared with each affirming the intensity of what they had experienced. One by one, they were dropped off and went their separate ways. Alone in his room, Tom ran his thoughts over what had transpired in the few short weeks since this project began. It was hard to comprehend how a musical theater assignment had changed so much so fast. His telephone ringing broke his attention. He picked it up. "Well, that was a pretty wild time," Erin's voice teased him through the receiver. "Yeah, that was crazy. Thank you so much for bringing me into the group," Tom replied. "Oh silly, have you still not figured out this was my excuse to pull you in?" she challenged him. "Uh, I guess so. But it's nice to hear you say it." "Yeah. I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie this weekend?" "Sure!" Tom exclaimed. He paused. "And I'm hoping we can find something to do with the group soon too." "Oh absolutely. In fact, I was thinking we may need to form an after-school club to see what other scenes we can act out," Erin informed him. "But for this weekend, I am hoping we can get in a little 1-1 practice, if you know what I mean." Tom smiled into the receiver, "I sure hope I do." |
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the first annual adult re- telling of popular nursery rhymes. If we could all move into the foyer, that's it, all the way in so we may close the doors and get started. Excellent. Well, let's get started shall we. Firstly, I would like to thank the Erotic Arts Society for providing us with the use of their theatre spaces and equipment. Without their generous assistance we would not be able to put on this event. This evening will consist of several nursery rhymes re-told with an adult twist. Refreshments will be provided throughout the evening and tea and coffee is available free of charge. You will also find a bar to the right of the theatre room where you are able to purchase alcoholic beverages for the evening. Waiter service will also be provided if you find you are unable to leave your chosen seating. Alright, as we proceed into the theatre space you will observe a variety of toys available for your pleasure. Know that each toy has been sterilised and will continue to be cleaned throughout the evening. On your left are the toilets for your convenience and mutual pleasure, if so desired. Once you have selected your toy, please make yourself comfortable on any of the various cushions, pillows, chairs, or beanbags. Once we are all settled, we will begin." *** "Our first retelling is of Little Miss Muffet. We all know the common nursery rhyme with the young woman scared by a spider, but this version will have a slight adult adjustment, and it goes without saying all characters are of adult age. If we could get the lights dimmed... thank you. Here we go... Little Miss Muffet was not so little, except perhaps in stature. Muffy stood approximately five feet tall, comparatively small to the rest of the village, and her parents as it turned out. No one knew why Muffy was so short for her age, but there she was, in her early twenties not much taller than the teens of the village. So, in essence she was a little Miss. What she lacked in height she well and truly made up for in bosom. One had to wonder if the size and weight of her breasts would cause her back pain or even topple her over. Muffy tightly restricted her ample breasts in a low-cut tunic that produced a mountainous cleavage. She enjoyed the attention she received from the men in the village, especially as she knew none would ever dare touch her. Muffy led a sheltered life with her strict parents. Her father was well known for his protective nature and the boys and men of the village knew better than to try anything with Muffy for fear of extreme pain and traction, as was the result of the only boy to ever brush by Muffy's restrained bosom. Muffy did not mind her upbringing, after all, what did she have to compare it to. She did not have friends and kept to herself or by her parent's side. She did, however, have her alone time in the home's luscious gardens. She often got lost in the greenage of hedges and stone. Her favourite spot was a tuffet on the rear edge of the property. From this raised vantage point, she could see over the garden. But more importantly, people passing by could, if they chose to look closely, see her perched on the mound. Though Muffy abided by her father's strict rules, she enjoyed sitting on her tuffet in her flowing dress, spreading her legs and revealing her naked pussy to the sun. She enjoyed the thrill of someone maybe seeing her nakedness. Today was no different. She drizzled honey on her curds and whey and headed to her tuffet deep in the garden. Sitting atop the mound she spread her legs and lifted her dress up over her thighs. The cool breeze instantly sent a shiver through her body as she leisurely spooned the warm, sweet treat into her mouth. So, Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet, eating her curds and whey. I think, at this point it would be wise to point out that the mound was not a general hill of grass and dirt. The mound resembled the shape of a table with a relatively flat, perhaps slightly curved top and a sheer drop to the ground. It did not stand tall it just produced a shape that will be of importance shortly. The sun was particularly warm this day. Shortly after finishing her curds and whey, Muffy leaned back laying down on the mound. She dangled her legs over the edge causing a slight arch in her back. She pulled her dress further up over her hips, exposing her glistening pussy to those passing by. Muffy closed her eyes and dozed in the warm rays of the sun. Along came a spider, who perched beside her... Now, an actual spider would be of no use to us here. Despite Muffy being short, spiders are too small and impractical for our purpose. What did approach, however, was a member of the Spider gang. The Spiders were well known for their aggression and, on occasion, brutality. They were tall, muscular, and commanding of nature. In general, those who saw a Spider coming would run in fear. On this particular day Muffy did not see the Spider approach. In fact, she was not aware of his presence until the hand was clamped firmly across her mouth. Her eyes shot open, and she glared in fear at the sturdy, strong man before her. She tried to remove his hand, grasping at the thick fingers holding her jaw tightly. Her focus was on the hand and his dark brown eyes that stared at her, a wicked grin forming on his lips. Muffy jumped as a finger lightly traced her wet lips. She had not realised how excited her body had become at this sudden assault. He raised one eyebrow while slipping a lone finger into her warm pussy. She caught her breath as she felt the protrusion enter her sacred space. Nothing had entered there before, and the feeling was one of pleasure and pain. She squirmed on the tuffet, trying to escape, but her body released a flood of electricity causing her nipples to press against her tunic and her pussy to gush. With the extra lubricant the Spider slid a second finger inside her. It was a tight squeeze. He wiggled his fingers back and forth, stretching the entrance as he delved deeper into her. The sensations made her legs shake. She could feel a warmth in the pit of her stomach. She felt like she wanted to pee, but didn't. Muffy didn't know what was happening to her. Her body tingled all over, her stomach felt fluttery, and she had a growing pressure in her pussy. More juices spilled over the hand at her mound as the fingers began to pump in and out of her. Pain filled her body when the fingers were thrust in deep. Pleasure replaced the pain as the fingers were removed. Muffy's breathing became deeper and quicker. She could feel a tension rising in her pussy. Her toes began to curl as a wave of electricity exploded from her groin, replaced immediately by intense pain as she was stretched wider than she ever thought possible. The Spider waited patiently, gently driving his fingers into the sweet, innocent pussy before him. First one, then two fingers, spreading them as best he could to prepare her for what was to come. As he felt her body convulse with the orgasm, he slammed his thick throbbing cock into her tight, soaked cunt. She screamed into his hand, still over her mouth. He knew his cock was too big for her, but he pushed in nonetheless, feeling her pussy expand around his rotund rod. Muffy screamed, her snatch on fire as the hard cock drove into her. She tried to pull herself up off the impalement, but the movement hurt her more. She lay still, tears falling from her eyes. He was deep inside her, not moving, yet. He watched and waited for her breathing to calm before easing his thick muscle out of her. He rested his bulbous head at her lips, watching her wild eyes. As she sucked in a deep breath he plunged back in, his hefty balls slapping her arse. He started slow, letting her get used to the onslaught of his massive cock. Long, fluid strokes brought him closer and closer to exploding. Her tight pussy gripped his rod fiercely. He felt the tingle in the pit of his stomach and quickened his thrusts. Holding her hip, he pulled her down on his cock with each drive in. Muffy winced with each stroke. To her surprise her pussy began to twitch once more. A flood of emotions and sensations caused her head to spin as she cried out. Her body betrayed her again, vibrating and spasming pleasure throughout. He felt her pussy clench around his shaft and rammed it in hard and deep. His cock jerked as he exploded his cum in the depths of her cunt. He filled the small space till it overflowed and dribbled down his balls. Two quick strokes caused a mixture of their juices to dribble out of Muffy's swollen pussy. Rumour has it Spider's can fuck for hours, cuming multiple times without deflating once. Muffy was about to discover if that rumour was true. The Spider pulled his still throbbing cock from the elongated cunt of the once innocent Muffy. His hand still over her mouth he walked around to the other side of the tuffet. Linking a hand under one armpit, the Spider pulled Muffy towards him, her head falling over the edge of the mound, her neck stretched long. Muffy lay still, her body trembling uncontrollably as the wide protrusion was pulled from her aching pussy. She was barely aware of her surroundings, her mind reeling from the events that had just occurred. A cool breeze eased her private area and she briefly relaxed. She felt a hand pull her up the tuffet, and her head drooped over the edge. Realising the hand was no longer across her mouth, her lips widened to scream. The Spider released her mouth and lined up his protruding rod with her lips. His shaft sparkled in the sunlight, a mix of his cum and her juices. As she opened her mouth, presumably to scream, he pushed his rod in. The thickness spread her jaw wide. Her teeth grazed his shaft as he pushed deeper into her warm wetness. He felt the vibration of her gag on his knob and paused, holding her fighting hands, waiting for her to relax, before continuing into her throat. Her scream was stifled by the thick cock pushing between her lips. Her jaw ached as it was forced wide to accommodate the girth. A salty and tangy taste slid along her tongue and she struggled to draw breath. The head of the phallic rod made her gag and choke and she tried to push him away once more. She realised her fighting was futile and tried to relax, praying it would be over soon, or she would pass out. His cock hit the back of her throat and he waited. Leaning forward, he tapped her clit with his fingers, her small stature aiding in his ministrations. Her body convulsed violently with each tap making her moan on his throbbing rod. His cock twitched with each deep vibration along his shaft. His fingers expertly played her sensitive bud, tapping fast and slow, building the tension to an intense explosion. Muffy's body quivered as the fingers danced on the nerves in her crotch. With her pussy aching, she was surprised to find her body respond so drastically to the touch. She was exhausted. Every muscle ached, yet fresh juices dripped onto her legs as the warmth grew once again. The cock in her mouth seemed to swell and jerk each time she moaned but she couldn't stop, the sensations emanating from her nether region was too much for her to keep quiet. Her lips felt like they were splitting under the immense girth of this Spider. Her body tensed and she held her breath as the fingers pressed harder, faster. Butterflies flew madly in her stomach as her clit pulsated and erupted into an electrifying orgasm. Muffy screamed as every muscle spasmed as though she were having a fit. The Spider could feel his cock straining to release once more. He increased the tap and pressure on her swollen clit, feeling her body tense, she was close. He pressed harder, tapped faster until her throat opened, and she screamed her orgasm. The resonance of her breath forced past his nob was all he needed. His balls tightened and his shaft twitched between her teeth as he painted her throat with his cum. Spurt after spurt hit the back of her mouth. Muffy gagged a little at first before adjusting to the fluid sliding down her throat. The taste was salty but not unpleasant. She swallowed much of what was forced into her. What couldn't be downed dribbled over her split lips as the thick cock was removed from her. Muffy was sore. Her mouth ached, her pussy was raw. The assault had taken its toll on her senses and her mind. Her body stung all over. She closed her eyes, letting the warm sun's rays cleanse her. She was vaguely aware of being turned and laying face down on the tuffet. Along came a Spider, who perched beside her, and fucked Little Miss Muffet all day. It was mid-afternoon, and the sun began to burn Muffy's bare arse. Her dress had been lifted over her hips and she felt pressure at her puckered entrance. The realisation of what was about to occur shocked her into responding. She pleaded with the Spider, begging him to leave her alone. She tried to pull herself over the edge of the tuffet, away from the pain she knew was coming. The Spider rested his straining cock against her tight arse. He knew this was going to hurt her. He also didn't care. As she pleaded with him and tried to pull away, he grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh, and held her in place. Slowly he edged his rod into her. She clenched, hoping the resistance was enough to stop him. It wasn't. He pushed harder, pulling her hips back onto him. With a pop his head penetrated the tightest space he had ever encountered. It took all his willpower to not cum then and there. Her arse was on fire. She felt his head push through ripping her wider. Pain flashed behind her eyes as the breadth of his cock breached her clenched opening. The full length of him pushed into the boundaries of her arse. His balls slapped against her pussy and clit as he began the deep, forceful strokes. Unbelievably, and despite the pain, Muffy felt her body responding to the onslaught. The now familiar pulse of electricity radiated through her. Her whole body writhed in agony and intense pleasure as she came, squirting her juices on the mound beneath her. The slow, deep strokes brought him closer and closer to a final explosion. As her body thrashed with an overwhelming orgasm he withdrew his cock, flipped her onto her back and straddled her chest. Ripping open her tunic he grabbed her hands placing them on either side of her huge breasts squeezing them together as he thrust his cock between them. Rocking his hips, violently fucking her tits with vigour, he shot his final load over her hands and face. His cum coated her breasts and dribbled onto her neck. Spent, the Spider slipped off the tuffet and silently disappeared into the day. Muffy lay on her tuffet, barely conscious. Her body was raw and broken. Her mind struggled to grasp what had happened, but her pussy and clit were still tingling from the intense pleasure they had received. So...in the end... Little Miss Muffet, Lay on her tuffet, Exposed and dripping with cum. The tall, muscular Spider, Who came deep inside her, Vanished, leaving her numb." *** "Alright people, we'll take a break there. Freshen up, grab a drink, exchange toys if required. In a moment we will get pizza orders before moving onto the next nursery rhyme." There they were, the mounds of perfection, teasing him beneath two layers of fabric and an apron. Jake felt himself harden slightly at the sight and looked away as quickly as he could before it turned into a problem. Cara was cleaning the tables in front of the bar he was wiping down and she smiled sweetly as she looked up at him, "You almost finished there, Jake? I want to get off as soon as possible." Jake closed his eyes for a second and a deep breath before answering her, "You and I both Cara." He saw her giggle and his eyes went instantly to her boobs again. He took a shaking hand off the counter and touched himself where she couldn't see his growing dick. He closed his eyes a second time and shook his head. Now was definitely not the time to encourage himself to stand at full potential. "Hey, boss." Cara was standing right next to him. He didn't even notice her moving around and it startled him just enough to keep his dick at half-mast. "Yeah?" his voice almost came out a little too husky. "I'm done, and now we're just waiting on you. Hurry up." "Right." Cara turned around and tossed her rag into the nearest sink, which was filled with soapy water and it splashed back up at her. She squealed in shock. Jake laughed, "Careful, Cara, you don't want to end up completely soaked." Cara turned around, her face and neck where dripping with the water, reminding Jake a little too much about what he'd just been imagining. He lost his struggle to stay down. He bent at the waist to try and hide his discomfort. Today was not a good day to go without boxers. Cara reached around him to grab his dry towel and he could feel her every curve. "Let's put the racks away so we can get out of here." He said a little too quickly. "Great, " sighed Cara, "Into the big freezer we go." They walked over to the rack and started pushing it. "And whose great idea was it to put these all the way in the back in the first place?" 'A great man.' Thought Jake as they walked in. Cara had thrown off her apron before they walked in and it was very evident she was cold. The dull throb in his pants began to take up rhythm. They pushed the heavy rack to its proper place and straightened out the boxes. "Cool," Cara said turning towards him, "We done?" Jake Looked up at the ceiling, unable to look at her and not her breasts any longer, "Yeah, you can go, I have a few things to take care of." "Awesome. See you tomorrow!" She turned and left the freezer. Jake waited till he heard the door close then reached down and removed his throbbing dick from its prison. The first touch made him moan. It had been so long since he had sex, masturbation was his only comfort. He found a his rhythm and knew it would do what he needed quickly. His eyes travelled down to the floor where he spotted a phone laying under the rack. Stalling his hand he bent down and picked it up. The screen saver was a cute picture of Cara. Jackpot. He quickly got into her photo album while slowing down his strokes. Cara was a fan of taking her photo. And there it was, a nude photo of herself. The picture was of those damned boobs that taunted him. His hand worked slightly faster. Her boobs where amazing. Round and creamy, pink nipples and pierced too. He never imagined her as a body piercing type. His dick grew a little harder at that image. Great, now it was going to take even longer to finish. He scrolled through more and found a nice full body picture of her standing in front of a mirror. She was a real blonde. He moaned again a little louder. "I think I dropped my phone." Jake jumped at the sound of her voice and dropped her phone. He tried to hide himself by turning around but it was obvious she'd been standing there a second too long not to know what he was doing. She picked up her phone and looked at the screen. A smile crept onto her face, "See anything you like?" Jake turned his head slightly and looked at her. The ache was back and he wasn't about to do anything that might be unwelcome. He didn't say anything and just stared at her. Or rather, her body. Cara put down her purse and walked over to him. She peeked around his arm to see exactly what he was holding. "Wow." That one word, spoken like she was impressed, was enough to make his hand start moving again. But Cara had different plans. She grabbed his arm and pushed him over to the boxes and made him sit down. She grabbed the ends of her shirt and threw it over her head. With precision, she unsnapped her bra with one hand and threw it across the floor. She sank to her knees and before Jake could understand what was going on she took his length in her hand. He shivered from her touch and moved into her fist. Her tongue flicked out and he jerked and moaned at the contact. She licked her lips and took him in her mouth. Jake pushed himself as far in as she could take him. Her tongue was doing magical swirling things that left his brain fuzzy. His hands had other things in mind and he found himself reaching out and grabbing her bouncing breasts. He squeezed them and heard her moan. The sound was intoxicating so he squeezed again. "Jake," she huffed, "If you don't stopped that I'm gonna jump on your dick." It sounded like a plan to him so he squeezed even harder. She moaned even louder and jumped onto her feet. Her pants came off in record time. She pushed him back and straddled his thighs. Jake slipped his hand under her and rubbed at her clit. She moaned and threw her boobs up to his face where he easily took one well hardened nipple into his mouth. She shook at that and he dipped his finger in her wet pussy. A loud cry escaped her and she rode his finger and grabbed the back of his hair. She obviously liked it rough so Jake gave into what he'd wanted to do ever since her interview. He grabbed her ass, spun them around, threw her on the boxes and drove himself into her tight heat. She screamed and her legs wrapped themselves around his ass so tight he could hardly move. "God damn it Jake, fuck me!" He took it as the order it was and was dizzy with the heat between them and the cold around them. He felt her shudder when she came but wasn't quite there himself, so he grabbed her hair and drove in harder and faster. She got surprisingly tighter and he felt himself going over the edge when he discovered she was a squirter. It made him come harder than he could remember. They lay there for less than a minute before remembering how cold it really was in there. Cara got up rather tenderly and slowly dressed herself. "So, you should give me your number." "Ok," Jake said, "Why's that?" Cara turned around and smiled, "So I can send you dirty pictures while you're working so it's this hot then next time we do this." "Next time?" Jake said hopefully Cara nodded and walked towards the door, "There's plenty more we can do in a coffee shop that's nowhere near this cold." |
He could overlook her finding reasons to pop up at the grocery store, where he worked nights, restocking the shelves and unloading trucks. He could almost chuckle at the times he had caught her riding by his house, staring straight ahead as though she were unaware of him outside washing his car or mowing the lawn. But, the one thing Matt could absolutely not forgive Elizabeth for was when she plopped down in the seat next to him at the crowded movie theater, holding a huge box of popcorn and a large soda. Her crunching and slurping, though certainly not loud by any stretch of the imagination, were enough to keep his mind off the antics of Bill Murray and the gopher, and on the slender girl with the strawberry blonde hair sitting next to him. When she offered him some of her popcorn, holding the box out to him while keeping her eyes glued to the screen, he could have cheerfully choked her. She was acting like they were on a date, for God's sake. His first impulse was to scoot in his seat as far away from her as possible and pretend she wasn't there. But when she laughed at the candy bar floating in the pool and turned to him and smiled, as if to share the joke, something inside him shifted and he found himself leaning to her and whispering fiercely in her ear, "After this, you and I are going to have a talk." Matt stepped over Elizabeth as the closing credits rolled, not even bothering to see if she was following him. He nodded goodbye to the friends he'd come with, refusing their invitations to head over to Pizza Hut after the show and check out the local talent. He knew, without looking, that Elizabeth hovered behind him, a green-eyed wraith with a halo of reddish gold hair. He headed to his car, opening the passenger door and then slamming it shut after she slid onto the seat. He drove toward the highway without speaking to her, not stopping until they were in the parking lot of a truck stop about ten miles out of town. He parked in a dark corner, away from the glare of the fluorescent lights and finally turned to her. His gaze darkened when he saw that she didn't even seem afraid of him or his mood. Instead, she simply smiled and said, "Did you like the movie?" "What the hell are you doing?" He bit out each word, emphasizing the third with particular relish. "I thought I made it clear that I didn't want to see you again." That was a lie, but, Matt wouldn't admit it to her. It wasn't so much that he didn't want to see her again, as that he didn't want the responsibility of seeing her again. Playing with a girl like Julie, who slept with pretty much anything with a cock between its legs, was one thing. She knew the score. But, Elizabeth was different. Matt was no dummy. He knew how to spell trouble. And, in this case, he sensed that trouble began with the letter "E". "You're lying," she said. Matt sighed and ran his hand through his dark hair, making it stick up in front. He looked into her green cat eyes and thought, not for the first time, that behind them lay a witch or, at the least, a minor psychic. "I'm not lying," he lied, running his hand through his hair again. "I have no interest in seeing you." She leaned close, her lips still shiny with the grease from all the movie popcorn she'd consumed. When she dropped her hand on his upper thigh, the heat nearly singed him. "That day in the park. It was.... " Matt closed his own eyes to block out the expression on her face. Jesus. One orgasm in the woods and the girl was acting like a sex-starved beast. "I'm not playing with you again," he told her firmly. "You bring along way too many complications." She pondered that silently, twisting away from him to stare across the parking lot at the eighteen-wheelers that lined the pavement. "Is it because I'm a virgin?" she finally asked. "Yes," he answered bluntly. "Among other things." "What other things?" What other things? How could he explain that he put girls into two groups. Play partners, and nice girls. And, despite her behavior in the woods, he instinctively knew that Elizabeth was a Nice Girl. Capital letters. And he sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to lure her to the dark side. Let some other sorry son-of-a-bitch deal with the tears and recriminations when she realized that her virtue had been snatched away. Or the angry parents when she ran to them for forgiveness. Elizabeth's hand tightened on his thigh. "What other things?" she repeated. The twitch in his groin made him angry and he batted her hand away. He threw the car into drive and maneuvered out of the parking lot and back on the highway toward town. "I have my limits," he finally said. She peered out of the window. For one guilty minute, he thought she might be crying. He clenched his fingers on the steering wheel, resisting the urge to put his hand out to her in comfort. When he stopped the car just down the street from the theater, he turned, ready to offer a brief apology, some reassurance that she was a wonderful girl who would find a nice guy. But, to his surprise, she was out of the car and heading down the street before he could even speak. Heading down the street, he realized uncomfortably, in the opposite direction of the theater and her house. He swore, yanked the keys out of the ignition, and went after her. When she heard the footsteps behind her as she headed along the darkening street, she turned. He knew she saw him, knew exactly who was behind her, but she broke into a jog. "Damn it," he muttered, loping after her. He was closing the gap when she started moving faster, turning down a residential street that ended in a dead end. He saw her pause, glance back over her shoulder, and edge into the trees at the end of the street. He could have sworn he saw a stubborn, defiant look on her face in the glow from the streetlight just before the trees blocked her from view. He ran faster and steeped into the wooded area, then paused, listening for any sound that would reveal her whereabouts. "Elizabeth," he said. "I don't have time for this crap. Where the hell are you?" "Go away," came a faint voice, somewhere on his left. "I offered it, you didn't want it. You can just piss off." "Elizabeth, don't be stupid." He slid to his left. "Bite me, you arrogant prick." His hackles rose at her defiance, and he continued to move silently toward her voice. "Come here," he commanded. The tone in his voice would have brought even Julie to heel. "You had your chance. You can't boss me around." "You're acting like a baby." He lowered his voice so she would think he hadn't moved from the edge of the woods. "Fuck you." She enunciated each word carefully, and she must have tossed her head in emphasis, because he suddenly caught a flash of silvery red in the faint moonlight that streamed through the trees. He held his breath and eased toward her. Yes! There she was, her back to him. She had reached the creek, and she must be trying to figure out how to get across. He was trying to figure out how to get to her without her hearing when she added, "You stupid asshole." He moved quickly, slipping up behind her and clapping his hand over her mouth before she could react. He trapped her arms and hands tight at her sides with his left arm, and twisted her body so her legs were pinned between his. Then, he took a deep breath to clear his emotions before he spoke. "Such terrible language for such a sweet girl," he murmured. "Been taking lessons from Julie?" Elizabeth wiggled in his arms, her voice muffled by his hand. Matt pressed his lips against her ear. "No, I'm not letting you go. This is what you wanted, isn't it?" She gave a grunt, which he decided to interpret as "Yes, Sir," even though the cadence was more reminiscent of "go to hell". He kept his grip tight as he thought about his next move. If he lifted the hand covering her mouth, she might scream. He was pretty sure no one would hear, or care, but he didn't want his eardrums burst. And, if he took his left arm away long enough to bind her, he ran the risk of having his face scratched. He finally lowered his right hand long enough to clamp his lips over hers. He twisted his fingers in her hair, pulling the silky strands taut against her scalp as his mouth devoured hers. His tongue slipped between her lips and explored the soft, warm, popcorn-salty recesses of her mouth. Her right hip pressed against his crotch and as his cock began to fill with blood, he rubbed against her, heightening his arousal. When he finally lifted his mouth, she was breathing heavily, but was otherwise silent. He kept his hand twisted in her hair and his eyes repeated his verbal warning. "Don't make a sound." She opened her mouth to say something, but saw the look in his eyes and her mouth clapped shut. Her gaze raked over her, looking for some hint of fear that might have weakened his resolve to teach her a lesson. Instead, he took in the set of her lips, wondering if that was a trace of smugness there. He yanked hard on her hair again, and saw her wince. "Good," he muttered. "I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're going to get exactly what you've been wanting." Again, he examined her for signs of fear, but found none. His irritation grew. Was she stupid, or just foolishly brave? '"We're going to the clearing." He told her. "You first." "But I don't—" He shoved her, catching her by twisting her arm behind her back. "I told you not to talk. Just keep your legs moving." With that, he began pushing her through the woods. His left hand held her twisted arm against her back, and his right hand moved back over her mouth. As they walked, he kept one knee almost pressed between her thighs, lifting her and hurrying her along. He shoved her along, following the creek, until they came to the clearing that he and Julie and Elizabeth had played in a few weeks before. "If you scream," he whispered into her ear, "you will be sorry you were ever born." She nodded and he slowly removed his hand from her mouth, poised to slap it back over her lips if need be. "First rule," he told her. "My sluts don't wear clothes when they're alone with me." He twisted her left arm harder, so she wouldn't wiggle, and managed to yank her t-shirt off her right arm and over her head. He unsnapped her bra and pulled down the right strap. Then, he reversed his hold, pinning her right arm and stripped her shirt and bra away from her left side. The moonlight glowed on her pale breasts, making her areolas and nipples stand out darkly. The tips of her breasts were so hard and tight, it looked as if an invisible hand had squeezed them and pulled them away from her body. Matt felt his cock swell and he rubbed himself against her as his hand slipped up to knead her breasts. Her head dropped back against his chest and her lips parted on a silent sigh. He released her right hand so he could use both of his own to massage her and play with her nipples. "Unzip your shorts and take them off," he muttered. "Panties, too." She kicked off her sandals and worked open the button at the top of her denim shorts. Matt sucked and kissed her neck until the rasp of the zipper stopped and he felt her shorts fall from her. He groaned and slid his left hand across her firm belly and down into the soft curls that covered her mound. Her cunt was soaked with her arousal. "Fuck," he whispered, his fingers sliding against her slippery nub. He felt her sag back against him, her legs parting to give him easier access to her clit. He continued to tease her nipples and clit until he felt her tense against him, signaling her imminent orgasm. Reluctantly, he withdrew his fingers. "Rule number two," he whispered. "You don't cum until I say so. If I say so. And if you want to cum, you'll behave. Remember what happened to Julie." Elizabeth nodded, no doubt recalling how the other girl had been left tied to a tree and moaning in frustration after her disrespectful lack of manners. He held her slender body tight against his chest until he felt his erection begin to ease a bit. Then, she moved against him and he felt himself began to rise again. "Hold still!" he snapped. She stopped squirming. "Sorry," she whispered. "Sorry....?" he prompted. "Sorry, Sir," she replied. And then, to reward her, even though it made him ache, he slid his middle finger back and forth against her until she was nearly sobbing for release. "Not yet," he growled. "Not till you've been punished." He stepped away, panting a little. "Rule number three. What I say goes. No pouting, no displays like the one this evening. When I say no, I mean no. Don't argue." She turned and though he was surprised by a look of pain in her eyes, he knew immediately what she was thinking. Shaking his head, he managed to smile. "No, little one, we're not done for the night. I'm talking about later. There may be times you will have to wait. You have to learn to be patient and accept the word no." "There'll be other times?" He smiled at the need for reassurance. "Yes, my hungry little slut. There will be other times." Then, he sighed dramatically, "God knows, if I don't Master you, what you'll do to get your hunger satisfied." He saw the corners of her mouth twitch. Then, his expression turned serious. "Now, come here and get on your knees." She obeyed, wincing a little as her bare knees came into contact with the rocky earth. Matt looked down on her shining hair. "Apologize for making me chase you for four blocks," he ordered. "I'm sorry, Sir." He was pleased to see that she kept her head bowed. Submission almost seemed natural to her. He lifted his foot and pressed to the back of her neck, lowering her head until it rested on the dirt. "Hips up." She complied, arching her ass into the air. He put a little more force against her neck. "Spread your thighs." Her upper legs parted and she wiggled to find a good position. He lifted his foot and walked around her, examining her from every angle. Her cunt gleaned wetly and he swallowed hard. He wanted to kneel behind her and bury himself balls deep in that tight cunt. But, not yet. Not tonight. "Show me how hungry you are to cum, my slut." She hesitated before tentatively pressing the fingers of her right hand between her thighs. She rubbed against her fingers, and after a few moments, he saw her hips begin to shift and squirm. '"Good girl, " he whispered. He tore his eyes away from her and his gaze settled on a heavy log that sat at the side of the fire circle. "Stand up and follow me." Matt seated himself on the log and pulled Elizabeth down so she lay across his lap. He caressed the firm, warm skin of her ass, watching with pleasure as her thighs parted under his hands, giving him another glimpse of her wet, swollen cunt. Occasionally, he dipped one finger into her opening, watching her buttocks tense and try to push her hungry cunt on to his finger. He teased her for a long time, rubbing and touching, until she rocked her hips against him, greedy for release. Then, without warning, he lifted his right hand and brought it firmly against her ass. "Ah!" Elizabeth gasped and jerked against his hand. He didn't give her time to recover, but struck her again and again. Although the light was dim, he could see a shadow of pink stain her round ass. She whimpered. "Tell me rule number three," he ordered as he continued to smack her. "Please stop," she begged. "That hurts." "Too bad," he replied, smacking her a little harder. "Rule number three. Her flesh quivered beneath his hand and her voice quavered. "Don't make you chase me three blocks?" The next swat was harder than the others. "Try again." He thought he heard a sniffle. "Uh. permission to cum. No. Ow! Damnit. " Yes, definitely, a sniffle. " That was number two. Uh.... no means no." Even though she was right, he smacked her ass again to underline his dominance. "Don't swear. It's common and unnecessary." "Julie swears." Her voice was teary, but he caught the underlying tone of contention. Smack! "Arguing, pet?" A quiet moment, then a muffled, "No Sir." Matt dropped his hand to the heated flesh of Elizabeth's ass and rubbed it. She had her head dropped down, and he could hear her gulping back tears of pain. "Your first full spanking," he whispered. "You did well, my pet." He turned her in his laps, the heated flesh of her chastised bottom warm through the fabric of his jeans. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, brushing away the tears on her cheeks with his lips. He kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, then finally settled his mouth over hers. "Soon," he murmured, "The pain will become pleasure, and the spanking will only leave you hungrier for my touch." He began to toy with her nipples again, rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger and tugging at them until she cried out against his mouth. The soft sounds of pleasure coming from the back of her throat aroused him and he began to imagine all the wicked and wonderful perversions he could practice on her soft and willing body. He held her tightly on his lap as he slipped his hand between her legs and eased a finger in her. She jerked in pain against him, but he continued to kiss her and embrace her until she relaxed under him. "Unzip me," he whispered against her mouth. As her small hand began to work at his fly, he stroked her clit with the pad of his thumb, while keeping his finger buried in her. Her thighs fell apart and her hands stilled. He stopped stroking. "My zipper, pet." Her hands resumed their fumbling, and his thumb continued its slow, tortuous caress. Whenever he felt her slow, he stopped rubbing. When she finally freed his erect cock, they both breathed a sigh of relief. He removed his hands from her long enough to tug his t-shirt over his head. He dropped it at his feet. "Kneel, pet," he ordered. She dropped between his thighs. Her knees rested 0n his Star Wars T-shirt. He spread his legs a little and twined his fingers through her hair. "Have you ever sucked a cock, little one?" he asked, a little surprised at the rough tone to his voice. She shook her head "no". He gave a growl of satisfaction, pleased to be her first. "Don't be afraid of it. Hold it firmly. Suck hard. Play with my balls." He barked out the commands, eager to feel her mouth against his flesh. Enough today to give her the basics. Time for refinement later. She lowered her mouth to him and he felt her tongue flick against his swollen flesh. She ran it over the head of his cock, and he felt her pause, then dip it into the weeping eye, scooping up a drop of his pre-cum. He began to breathe a little harder. Next, she took the head in her mouth entirely, and gave it a tentative suck. His moan seemed to embolden her and she sucked with more confidence, not resisting when he arched his hips and slid another two inches into her mouth. "Grab it," he ordered. "Stroke it. Squeeze it." He wrapped his hand over hers and her slender fingers grasped his shaft. As he showed her the movements that gave him the most pleasure, she continued to suck and play her tongue against the head and first few inches of his shaft. His fingers tightened over hers and he felt his balls constrict as his orgasm approached. A tingle ran up the length of his shaft and suddenly he was spurting into her mouth, hot ropy jets of cum that nearly choked her. She tried to pull away, but he pushed her further down on his cock, using her mouth as a receptacle for his cum until, drained, he released his hold. She rocked back on her heels and regarded him warily while he tried to catch his breath. Finally, he was able to deepen his ragged breathing and fill his lungs with enough air to speak. "It was supposed to do that," he reassured her. "I'm not stupid," she said. "I know what happens when a guy cums." Matt couldn't help grinning at the tone in her voice. "I'm sorry. You just looked so... dismayed... " "Well, of course, I'm dismayed. I thought you were going to finally fuck me, but you came in my mouth instead." The words, coming out of that innocent face, combined with her absolutely perturbed tone, did him in. He started laughing and didn't stop until he realized she'd begun to pick up her clothes in preparation to putting them on. "Pet!" he said sharply. She turned and looked at him. "Drop your clothes and get over here." She looked torn, but finally lowered her jeans and shirt to the ground and stepped toward him. He held out his arms and pulled her back onto his lap. "I see you forgot rule number four," he chuckled. "You never told me rule number four," she said, holding herself upright, prim as a Sunday School teacher. Matt lowered his lips to her nipples and slide his finger into her as his thumb began to play against her clit again. "I told you the rule three weeks ago," he reminded her. "Rule number four. Good girls always get to cum." She gave a soft moan as he bit down lightly against her nipple. Her clit swelled and throbbed under his thumb. Her cunt tightened against his middle finger. He even thought he heard her whisper, "Please. Please don't stop." Matt lifted his head briefly, watching the wanton abandon play against Elizabeth's face as she rode his fingers and tried to bring herself to orgasm. His cock stirred to life again. Time enough later to tell her he'd left out one moderately important word from the rule. "Good girls ALMOST always get to cum." |
_This is the first thing I've written in quite a while so any comments would be appreciated._ Alex had lived a pretty quiet life. He worked hard and was good at his job. He had a small, but loyal circle of friends. He stayed in contact with his family despite the long distance. He lived in a small house on a quiet street in a quiet neighborhood in a small town. On the rare occasions that he went out he dressed appropriately, but never ostentatiously. He had dated a girl for a while, but the relationship had ended almost two years before. His had settled into an almost hermit-like existence, and he was happy with it. All of that changed just two seconds ago. Alex was seated at the small table that doubled as a desk, and a workbench, and for dozens of other purposes. He had been researching a work project when his housemate, Delilah, had walked into the kitchen. They had both been working opposite shifts so they rarely saw each other except in passing. While neither was in a relationship, they had never sought one with each other. Delilah had been an excellent house mate, and a good friend so Alex didn't broach the issue. Now she was standing at the transition from the living room to the kitchen and Alex was staring. She had just woken up and had had no idea he was home when she stumbled out of her room to get a cup of coffee. Since she believed she was alone she had not put on her usual house clothing, so she was dressed in only a tank top and her ordinary, pale blue, panties. When she saw Alex she stopped short and breathed a soft "Oh!" Alex's eyes widened slightly and his breath just stopped mid-exhale. As he stared at his roommate, his mind flashed back to the night they had met. Alex pushed open the doors of his second favorite place, the gym. He spent no less than two hours a day, seven days a week in the gym. He had joined a twenty four hour gym close to his house right after he broke up with his live- in girlfriend. He fueled his workouts with all the pain and emptiness from the breakup, and after a year it had definitely shown. He looked around the gym. With a deep breath he inhaled the familiar smells of sweat and iron. A small smile curled his mouth as he swiped his membership card. With very little preamble he headed for the free weights. At two in the morning the place was almost empty. The teenager behind the desk barely acknowledged Alex's presence, his attention buried in a text book. Alex looked around briefly. An older man was cleaning off the treadmill he had just finished with and presently headed to the locker room. The man waved at Alex, they were passing acquaintances, and disappeared around a corner. This was Alex's favorite time of the day. He dropped his bag next to a bench then pulled a water bottle from the end compartment. He began swinging his arms to get the blood flowing. He followed that up with some pushups and stretching. Once he had warmed up Alex pulled off his hoodie, put in his earbuds, and set to work. For the next ninety minutes Alex slung the weights around like he was angry at them. His anger may have been directed at the weights, but it came from painful experiences of the past year. He had met Ashley at a friend's party. They had hit it off well enough and were soon living together. Their relationship was good at first, but then it seemed to fizzle. They sunk into a perfunctory pattern that was only altered when she confessed to him that she had been seeing someone else. Alex wasn't mad at her, he was mad that he had not seen it coming, had not tried harder to make things work. He was pissed that he had wasted a year without any return. Ashley wasn't a bad girlfriend, she just wasn't the girl for him. Their relationship had never gotten deeper than surface level. He was mad that he didn't do something to change that, either try for a deeper, more meaningful relationship or end it outright. Ultimately they parted as friendly strangers. 3:30 in the Morning and Alex had exorcised his demons for the day. He was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, and out of water. He sat heavily on the bench and pulled out the earbuds. He didn't use them to listen to motivational music, their real purpose was to block out the sounds of the world. Once the earbuds were out Alex realized someone else was in the gym. He looked up and saw a woman using a leg-extension machine. The woman was clearly a veteran of the gym, even if he had never seen her here before. She was about 5'6", maybe 135 pounds. Her skin was well tanned and she kept her mid-length hair in a tight ponytail. Her thighs and butt were large and heavily muscled. She work a tight tank and track shorts that accentuated her lean, muscular form. Alex watched her for a moment. He realized that her workout seemed to be aimed at hypertrophy. He also realized that he was ogling her. He had a personal code of conduct at the gym that prohibited general creepiness so he sighed heavily and began to clean up his workout area. For the next week the same scene played out each night. Alex crushing his personal demons with free weights and then the woman beginning her routine. He couldn't help but notice that she was lean and well-muscled. Not huge and ripped, but definitely in shape, with a strong core that was highlighted by her six-pack abs and a few prominent veins. Her face had a vague Asian look, almond eyes and high cheek bones. If he was in a better place mentally, Alex figured he would have talked to her by now. As it turns out, he didn't need to. On the first day of the second week she came up to him. "Hi, I'm Delilah." She offered. Her voice had a rich, smoky texture that made Alex think of an aristocratic movie character. "Alex" he replied, taking her extended hand. Her grip was firm and warm. Usually, due to his size, a handshake was either a challenge or a submission. This shake, it was just a warm greeting. Her smile was friendly and inviting, and she kept steady eye contact. Alex instantly liked her. It wasn't sexual, just a comfortable friendliness. He was completely disarmed by the feeling. "I was talking to Gary, the owner, and he said you had a room to rent." She continued. In truth, Alex had forgotten about the room. He had initially thought he would need the additional income, but as it turned out he didn't spend money on anything but food and the gym. They agreed on 9AM the next day. Neither one had work the next day and they both liked to stay on schedule when not at work. Delilah was right on time and found the house to be agreeable. Alex wasn't a neat freak, but he kept the house in good order. By the end of the next weekend she had moved in. Over the next few months they had become good friends, supporting each other in good times and bad. They worked out together when their work schedules allowed, and ate most meals together. They had similar interests in music and food. Neither of them watched much television. Alex liked to play the occasional RPG video game, and Delilah would join in now and then. After about five months Delilah had brought up the idea of converting the garage into a home gym. They could pool their resources and get some good equipment. It would save Alex from the occasional conversation with, well anyone. Delilah had come up with the idea after one too many leering looks from the other gym members. Shortly they were working out at home and Alex watched Delilah's figure change even more. Her legs grew in mass and definition. Presently, it occupied his mind almost all of the time. Her legs and buttocks had gotten very distracting, and with the heat of the summer drenching her in a glossy coating of sweat, Alex found himself with a semi-erection during every workout. He did his best not to stare, but she was making it difficult. He felt that his position of trusted friend shut off any avenue to sex with her. He had given up on relationships long ago, but with the high levels of testosterone he was generating he felt the urge to fuck more and more powerful each day. Now, here was a beautiful woman right in his garage and she was starting to drive him nuts. And now, here they were, staring at each other across the kitchen table. She looked amazing, messy hair, sleepy eyes, thigh white tank top and pale blue bikini cut panties. The moment stretched on so Alex decided to break the tension. "So," he began flatly "you have a dick." Delilah visibly flinched at the statement, but she quickly regained her composure. "Yeah, is that a problem?" she spoke flatly. Alex raised his eyebrows and drawled "Not at all." The moment dragged on for a few seconds more, then Delilah stepped over to the cabinet to get a coffee cup and Alex leaned into his laptop. It was as if the world had stopped spinning and then restarted on a slightly different axis. Alex lost any hope of concentrating on his work as Delilah opened the cupboard. She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the last cup, the motion accentuating the smooth round curve of her ass. When she grabbed the cup and dropped back to her heels the subsequent jolt caused her ample butt to shake and jiggle. Alex watched, and as she walked back towards her room the sway and bounce of her muscular ass had brought his own dick to a semi-rigid state. A week passed quietly. Alex couldn't purge the images of Delilah's ass and thighs, her face, and the subtle bulge in her panties, from his mind. He was sitting on the couch watching a hockey game, hoping it would distract him. Delilah came home during the second intermission. Alex could usually read how her day went by her demeanor when she got home. If she talked about her day then it went well, if she talked about her life then it went very well. If she talked about a single incident, it was probably a rough day, and if she didn't talk at all, it was a bad day. Delilah dragged herself into the living room and flopped down on the couch next to Alex. She sighed heavily and Alex thought she might have been crying earlier. He reach an arm over her shoulder and pulled her in closer to him. "Work?" he asked. "Yeah", was the only response. She sighed again and seemed to relax into him. Her head rested on his chest and her hand on his stomach. Her day had sucked and she wanted to think of anything else, or of nothing. She listened to Alex's breathing and his heart. She knew that he knew she was not born as a woman. Ever since that day in the kitchen she had been outwardly cool, but inside she was freaking out. She decided it was time to see where things stood. She pushed away from Alex and looked him straight in the face. They were a few inches apart and he didn't pull away. Her eyes shifted from his eyes to his mouth and back. Still, he did not pull away. Finally, Delilah leaned in and their mouths met. Alex didn't pull away. He had been waiting for this, had wanted it long before that day in the kitchen. Her lips were warm and inviting, their tongues intertwining. He felt her hesitancy melt into urgency. He pulled her in closer and placed a hand on the side of her face. Soon the urgency gave way to a desperate need. They both were finally acknowledging what they had felt for so long but had suppressed. As the tension was replaced by desire, Delilah's hands began to explore Alex's body. All his time in the gym had paid huge dividends. His large rippling muscles sent the blood straight to her groin. Suddenly her nurse's scrubs and thin thong were becoming very uncomfortable. Her hands roamed over Alex's hard pecs and arms, then across his well-defined abs. Her hands, possessed of a will of their own soon found his gym short. She snaked a hand up the leg of the shorts, gliding over his thick thighs until she found what she was searching for. Delilah's eyes widened in surprise. She had expected to find his cock already hard, but the sheer size of it caught her off guard. She quickly pulled his shorts down to get a better look. A gasp escaped her mouth as his sizeable cock sprang free. It was long and think and veiny, crowned with a mushroom- like head that was already leaking pre-cum. Delilah slipped off of the couch to her knees. She was now eye-level with Alex's massive rod. She could feel the heat from it and reached out to grasp the base. Her hand closed around the base and her fingers didn't quite meet. His balls were large and mostly hair free. His cock was so large she almost couldn't look at it all at once. It was thick, muscular, covered in a network of veins just like the rest of him. She felt in awe, subsumed by it's mass. Her need to please his cock was overwhelming. She had never felt such an obligation to worship a cock, to be controlled and dominated by it. She looked him in the eye and breathed "Please". Alex was out of his mind with lust under Delilah's fervent attack. He felt like his cock was going to explode and the slightest touch of her hand, her hair, even her breath, sent shivers of pleasure through him. When she looked up and asked "Please" he almost came immediately. The desperate tone to her voice, the lust in her eyes, and her warm hand on his tool were more than he had bargained for. "Yes" he stated, his throat almost too dry to get the word out. With that, Delilah moved her hand and grabbed his cock behind his balls. The action forced his scrotum up and pulled the skin tight. She stuck out her tongue and licked a pearl of clear juice from the slit of his cock head. She savored the salty-sweet taste for a moment before dropping down to Alex's tight ball sack. She licked and sucked, marveling at the size of each testicle. Her tongue and lips explored every contour of his manhood. She nibbled and sucked, coating the base of his cock and his balls with her saliva. Her hand squeezed and relaxed rhythmically. She felt his cock throb and pulse, the sensation hypnotic. It was as if this massive slab of meat were commanding her, bending her to his will. Alex's head fell back and he grabbed a fist full of Delilah's hair. A groan escaped him and his whole body shuddered. She lips formed a suction at the base of his cock and she slid her mouth his dick before sucking the large head in her mouth. She was amazed at how her whole mouth was filled with his cock head. She kept the head in her mouth and used both hands to push her scrub pants and panties down. Her own member flopped out, quickly filling with blood and rising to it's own respectable heights. One hand grasped her cock and began to stroke furiously while the other returned to Alex's cock. She wanted to make him cum in the most urgent way and began to stroke his shaft while shoving as much of his meat into her mouth as possible. Alex was lost in a world of pleasure. Her hand had a vice-like grip on him while her warm, wet mouth was trying to suck in as much as she could. He knew he wouldn't last long, but he didn't want it to end. Delilah's efforts on both cocks became faster and more insistent. It was as if she was trying to force the cum from Alex. "Oh shit" he groaned. "I'm close". Suddenly Delilah went into overdrive. Both of her hands were blurs as she jacked both cocks. She gagged and spluttered, forcing Alex's monster tool into her mouth, the head pushing into her throat. She felt her own orgasm welling up and desperately wanted to feel Alex's cum flooding her at the same moment. Her throat went into spasms and her eyes watered. Her brain screamed for her to let go, but a louder voice from somewhere deep inside her urged her on. She pushed the fear from her mind and jammed almost two thirds of Alex's cock into her mouth. Alex began to shudder and shake. His whole body was racked with tremors as he felt his balls pulse. He let out a primal scream and gripped the hair at the back of Delilah's head. Delilah felt the massive rod in her mouth swell and she knew what was about to happen. With a final all-out effort she crammed her head down farther, finally getting all of Alex into her mouth and throat. The tears streamed from her eyes and her vision started closing in. The lack of oxygen was unimportant to her, all that mattered was feeling her lips at the base of Alex's cock. As the first jet of cum erupted from Alex, Delilah's own cock responded. He pumped spurt after spurt of hot cum into her as she dumped her own load onto the carpet. She thrilled at the sensation of Alex's cock distending her throat. Between each pulse she pulled back until the head of his cock was resting on her tongue, squeezing out the last few drops of his semen. It tasted better to her than anything else she could remember, salty and sugary, the perfect blend of nectar. Her own orgasm rippled through her, causing her entire body to shake uncontrollably. She held his cock in her mouth until she felt him relaxing his hand. His breathing was rapid and deep and she watched his chest swell and contract with each inhale. Finally, she collapsed back on to her heels. Alex's cock was only semi hard now, but she still felt the power radiating from it. "Fuck that was incredible." Alex exclaimed. The pride Delilah felt from that simple statement was inexplicable. It was as if she had won an Oscar, and Emmy and a Tony all at once. After a few minutes the euphoria had subsided enough for Delilah to crawl back on to the couch next to Alex. She collapsed against him, both of them completely spent. He turned to her and kissed her ever so tenderly on the forehead. "I guess we both needed that." |
In honor of the 40th anniversary of Earth Day, here are 40 fun, interesting, and/or thought provoking facts about the Earth and about Earth Day. In celebration of Earth day, here are some things you may not know about our planet and about Earth Day. Earth Day Fact #1 Earth Day, observed in 175 countries, is the third largest celebrated holiday and the largest secular modern day holiday in the world. "Duh, even though the holiday is called Earth Day, I didn't realize that it was celebrated the world over. I just thought it was an American holiday." Earth Day Fact #2 A relatively new holiday, it was first celebrated on April 22, 1970 with more than 20 million Americans participating in the first holiday. "Happy 40th anniversary, Earth Day." Earth Day Fact #3 Credited with creating the environmentalism movement, the founding of Earth Day was attributed to Senator Gaylord Nelson of Wisconsin. "I never heard of the Senator, but thank you Senator Gaylord Nelson for creating Earth Day. Now, only if we can make this a federal holiday and have the day off to go watch a baseball game, while having a hot dog and a cold beer, I mean, of course, to celebrate Earth Day, while planting a tree and recycling." Earth Day Fact #4 So, why was April 22nd chosen as Earth Day? Some say that April 22nd was chosen because it was the day of a famous person's birthday, namely 1970 was Lenin's 100 year birthday or Francis of Assisi or Queen Isabella birthdays. Then there are those who say it was chosen to keep it within the relatively same proximity of Arbor Day, the last Friday in April, this year falling on April 30th. "Even though we don't know really why April 22nd was chosen as the day to celebrate Earth Day, I'm sure someone reading this will know the answer." Earth Day Fact #5 By the way, Saint Francis is the patron Saint of ecologists. Mayor Joseph Alioto of San Francisco made the first proclamation of Earth Day in 1970. "Hey, these are good cocktail party tidbits to share or can be used as ice breakers to pick up that guy or gal at the bar." "Pardon me, but did you know that Saint Francis was named the patron saint of ecology because he was the first to pickup and put discarded lottery scratch tickets in the trash?" The desperate man, hoping to pick up a good looking woman, sat next to her at the bar, when by the look that she shot him, it was obvious that she'd rather be alone. "Get away from me, you weirdo, or I'll call the bouncer." Okay, admittedly, sometimes these Earth Day tidbits don't always work as hoped, when trying to pick up that guy or gal at the bar. Earth Day Fact #6 Earth Day is all about conservationism and the ecology. The holiday is a reminder that none of us should ever underestimate the importance of recycling. With only 27% of all American newspapers being recycled, if we recycled every newspaper, 250,000 trees could be saved each year. "A quarter million trees is a lot of trees, a huge number, especially when you think about how many trees are lost to forest fires, lumberjacks, and beavers, for that matter. Timber!" Earth Day Fact #7 For every ton of recycled paper, we save 7,000 gallons of chemical free water and that's enough to save 17 trees. "Do the math. That's a lot of trees. Now that I think of it, all the water that I drink, especially the water from the tap, has chemicals in it. Call me a pessimist, but I have a sinking feeling that there's no such place as Poland Springs." Earth Day Fact #8 Recycled paper requires 65% less energy than it takes to make paper from virgin wood pulp. Further, recycling paper saves even more trees. The amount of wood and paper we throw away in one year is enough to heat 50 million homes for 20 years. "Read that fact again, it's astonishing, 50 million homes for 20 years. I can't imagine the huge forest we'd have, if we saved all those trees. Little Red Riding Hood and Hansel and Gretel, would never find their way home, I don't care home many breadcrumbs they left behind." Earth Day Fact #9 Recycling one aluminum can is equivalent to using half a gallon of gasoline and saves enough energy to watch three hours of television. "Yep, it's true. That fact surprised me, too. If only I could fill my gas tank with empty beer cans, I'd be a happy man." "Honey," said Sheila to her husband. "Why suddenly are you drinking so much more beer, while watching so much more television?" "I'm recycling, saving on electricity, and filling my gas tank at the same time," said Bob to his wife. "It's a win/win/win/win. I get to drink more beer, while saving on electricity. Also, I'm helping the environment by recycling and I'm saving on gas." "I think you need to see a doctor for help, dear," said Sheila. Earth Day Fact #10 With 5 billion aluminum cans used each year, it takes 90% less energy to recycle aluminum cans than it does to make new ones. "Now, so that you don't feel so much like a trash picker when you stop and take a can out of the garbage or off the street to recycle it and get a 5 cent deposit, too, tell anyone who asks that you're helping to save the planet." Earth Day Fact #11 For you chocolate lovers out there, more than 20,000,000 Hershey's Kisses are wrapped each day in 133 square miles of tinfoil. Fortunately, all of that tinfoil is recyclable. "I had no idea Hershey sold so many Hershey's Kisses. I can't imagine twenty million Hershey's Kisses made every day, that's 600 million Hershey's Kisses in a month and 7.3 billion Hershey's Kisses in a year, enough to give everyone on the planet a Hershey's Kiss and still have half a billion left over for me. Wow." Earth Day Fact #12 Why must we recycle? More than 85% of household waste can be recycled. The energy we save when recycling one glass bottle is enough energy to burn a light bulb for 4 hours. More than one third of all energy used is used by people at home. "I wonder who is using the other 2/3rds. It's got to be the Chinese. They're sneaky." Earth Day Fact #13 It takes 500 years for plastics and aluminum cans to break down. It only takes six months for organic materials and cotton, rags, and paper to break down. With each person throwing out about 4 pounds of garbage a day and with more than 200 of the world's landfills already filled to capacity by 1995, the garbage in a landfill lasts about 30 years. Most families throw out about 88 pounds of plastics a year. Fourteen billion pounds of trash is dumped in the ocean each year. "Imagine an archeologist or an extraterrestrial alien in 2510 finding a Budweiser can and not knowing what it is." Earth Day Fact #14 Don't you feel bad for the fish in the ocean? No? You should, as well as we should be more concerned for our health, when eating fish. The fish are eating our trash and then we are eating them. Eww. To be honest, as I'm not sure how safe it is for any of us to eat fish, it may be even more harmful for children, the elderly, and pregnant people to consume tainted fish. "Hmm, maybe instead of having a fish dinner, we could save some money and just bypass the fish and eat some trash. What do you think? Unfortunately, it's almost that bad. Is it any wonder so many people are dying of cancer, after eating foods that may be contaminated?" I can only imagine a person going to the doctor and hearing the bad news of his cancer diagnosis. "I don't understand, Doctor. I don't drink; I don't smoke; I watch what I eat; and I exercise. Moreover, there's no history of cancer in my family. How can I possible have cancer?" "Hmm, have you eaten any fish, lately?" Earth Day Fact #15 Because of much of the dangerous material that makes up computers, they pose an environmental threat, a nightmare, actually. A typical monitor contains 4-5 pounds of poisonous lead. "I didn't know that? They must be talking about the old CRT's and not the new LCD's. No wonder why those things were so heavy. My new LCD monitor is so much lighter." Earth Day Fact #16 With billions of used batteries thrown away in the United States alone, batteries are responsible for 90% of the mercury and 55% of the cadmium deposited in our landfills. "Holy shit. You have to feel bad for all those dead Eveready Energizer bunnies." Earth Day Fact #17 So many of our landfills are so polluted that only 10% can be cleaned. "Actually, you have to feel bad for people who work cleaning toxic landfill dumps. Talk about hazardous duty, I wouldn't want to do that dirty and dangerous job." Earth Day Fact #18 We are even more wasteful with water every day than we are with some of the other wasteful things that we do in the course of a day, such as fossil fuels. Yet, just to give you some earthy facts to put things in perspective, the average person uses 3-7 gallons of water for the toilet and 25-30 gallons for the bathtub. If they take a 10 minute shower, they use 50-70 gallons of water. The average washing machine load uses 25-40 gallons of water and one dishwasher load uses 9-12 gallons of water. We each use about 12,000 gallons of water a year with 4,000 gallons of that used just to flush the toilet. Earth Day Fact #19 Even though Earth is two thirds water, fresh water streams represent only one hundredth of one percent, an infinitesimal amount of the water on Earth. "Just what I thought. I knew there was no such place as Poland Springs. Nonetheless, it makes me thirsty just reading about all this water. Since, we all must do our part to conserve water, I'm doing my part. Bartender, hold the water and hold the ice, I'll just have a scotch neat." Earth Day Fact #20 For those of you who must take your cars to work, for those of you who are tired and aggravated being gridlocked in traffic, one bus holds enough people to replace 40 cars on the expressway. "Besides, by taking a public transportation to work, you can read a book, make a cell phone call, text, shave, do you eye makeup, and/or drink your coffee and eat breakfast, all while you travel. Oh, you do all of that anyway, while driving your car?" Earth Day Fact #21 With each gallon of gasoline burned releasing 20 pounds of carbon dioxide into the air, the 500 million automobiles on Earth are responsible for using 2 gallons of fossil fuel per day, which translates to 1 billion gallons of fossil fuels per day, and that translates to a staggering 20 billion pounds of carbon dioxide daily. "Wow with a billion gallons of fossil fuels burned daily, is it any wonder why Exxon has the most profits of all the companies in the world?" Earth Day Fact #22 In addition to driving our cars, we must heat our homes. We Earthlings consume more than 3 billion gallons of oil per day, with the United States using more than its fair share and more than it really needs to use. Think about that the next time you take an unnecessary trip in your car or crank up the thermostat, instead of reaching for a sweater. Earth Day Fact #23 The oil and the other fossil fuels we burn is the main reason for global warming. The carbon dioxide, 70 million tons of it, slowly nudges the planet's temperature upward. "If the planet warms up enough, forget the sweater. We'll all be roasting." Earth Day Fact #24 Unfortunately, 5 million tons of oil each year finds its way to the ocean. "If a gallon of oil weighs 6 to 8 pounds depending on the density of the oil, then 5 million tons of oils would translate to, suffice to say, a lot of gallons of oil. Wow." Earth Day Fact #25 Amazingly, just one gallon of motor oil can contaminate up to 2 million gallons of water. The proper disposal of oil is extremely important to protect not only the environment but also our food supply. "So, let me get this straight. If only one gallon of motor oil can contaminate up to 2 million gallons of water, and 5 million tons of oil finds its way to the ocean each year, then, basically, we're all fucked. The fish we eat are digesting the oil that we spilled and left in the ocean that we contaminated. Can you say Exxon Valdez oil spill? Again, is it any wonder why so many of us die each year of cancer?" Earth Day Fact #26 Meanwhile, twenty years later, Exxon is still fighting after losing a class action lawsuit of 32,000 people for loss of income and the permanent damage to a community where the spill happened. After waiting more than 20 years for a settlement, the plaintiffs are demanding that Exxon pay interest on their court ordered more than 500 million dollar settlement." Earth Day Fact #27 With only 11% of the Earth's surface used to grow food, it's important that we not waste food. Too many people go to bed hungry at night. We all need to appreciate the blessings we have been given. "I'm hungry just reading this. Does anyone have a Twinkie or a Snickers?" Earth Day Fact #28 This information taken from the United Nations food program, each year, 18,000 children die from chronic hunger, malnutrition, and related diseases. During the course of a year, 800 million people will go to bed so hungry that they will be unproductive when they awaken the next day. "Wow, 800 million, that's a big number. Think of that the next time you're eating your big Mac or leaving food on your plate and dumping your vegetables down the garbage disposal. Making a difference between life and death, some starving person would kill for that bit of food. Actually, now that I think about it, eating too much food can make you just as unproductive. Maybe I shouldn't have had all that Chinese food for lunch. Now, that I've had such a big lunch, I think I'll call it a day, take the rest of the day off, and go home." Earth Day Fact #29 Yellowstone National Park in the United States, established in 1872, was the world's first national Park. "I didn't know that. Did you? I should have known that. I've watched enough of Hannah and Barbera's Yogi Bear and Boo Boo cartoons." Earth Day Fact #30 Established on Pelican Island, Florida, the first wildlife refuge was created in 1903. "Interesting. Even more than a hundred years ago, 70 years before the creation of Earth Day, we had environmentalists." Earth Day Fact #31 Sponsored by the United Nations, Sweden held the first major international conference on environmental issues in 1972. Made from coins given by school children to further peace on our planet, the ringing of the Peace Bell, given to the United Nations by Japan, is the highlight of the annual Earth Day ceremony. "I just love these cool tidbits of information. They come in handy at a cocktail party, when you're trying to impress someone with an off-the-cuff, casual comment. Only, I can picture myself getting confuse, after having a couple of drinks and forgetting the actual information. "Say, did you know that Sweden gave Japan a Peace Bell made from quarters? No, wait, that's not right. Maybe it was pennies. Actually, American currency has nothing to do with Sweden and Japan. Hey, does anyone know what the currency is in Japan or was it Sweden? Never mind." Earth Day Fact #32 In the course of a year, having already completed this process 4.6 billion times, since the Earth is estimated to be 4.6 billion years old, the Earth will travel 1.6 million miles annually around the Sun and will rotate only once about its axis. Taking in consideration those of us who die, the Earth's population will still grow by more than 210,000 people daily. Damn, that's nearly 77 million more people a year. No wonder why there's no jobs. "To be honest, this is too much for me to wrap my mini brain around. I can't imagine the Earth spinning. Wait, I'm dizzy. Bartender, give me another drink. Make it a double this time and hold the water and hold the ice, again. I'm trying to do my part to save the planet." Earth Day Fact #33 Just in the course of one year, decimated through the erosion of croplands, 200 million tons of topsoil will be lost. Mainly from forest fires, 50,000 acres of forest will die. Due to solar heating, 40,000 acres of land will become desert. "Wow, it makes me never want to leave my house. Oh, wait, I live in the city. I'm safe from forest fires." Earth Day Fact #34 We had everything we needed to survive and thrive on this planet called Earth. All of it is in the air we breathe, in the water we drink, and on the land we inhabit. Unfortunately, we still know so little about every creature, insect, and plant, most of which haven't even been catalogued and identified and some of them have already gone extinct. We cannot even possibly conceive the damage we are doing and have already done to our planet. Each year between 20 and 500 species of life will disappear from the Earth forever. "Wouldn't it be tragic, if the antidote we needed from a plant or an animal, to save us from some future virus that has spread the world over, has already gone extinct?" Earth Day Fact #35 Miners and mining will strip the Earth of 3 million tons of iron ore, 575 tons of tin, 330 thousand tons of bauxite, used for aluminum, and 34 thousand tons of copper. "Is that in one year? Holy shit. I can't imagine anything weighing millions of tons, not even a plane, a ship, or a rocket. I still can't understand how anything that heavy can float in water and not sink and fly in the sky and not crash." Earth Day Fact #36 After that recent mine explosion in Montcoal, West Virginia where 25 miners were lost due to negligence and flagrant mining violations by the CEO and owner of the mine, Don Blankenship. Not just an Earth Day fact is the reality of our need for fossil fuels, such as coal, that puts the lives of miners in jeopardy every day. Our prayers are with the families of the lost miners. Earth Day Fact #37 According to the CIA, in 2009, the world spent 3,000 billion dollars on military expenditures, half of that amount, 1,500 billion is spent by one country, the United States, up from 964 billion in 2008. "Is it any wonder we need all that mined metal for tanks, planes, ships, guns, and bullets? Yeah, for curiosity sake, I wonder how much the Republicans have spent for the military versus the Democrats." Earth Day Fact #38 Publishers will publish 550 thousand books. "Damn, I hope that's not one book by one writer. Maybe, it's another Harry Potter story." Actually, the publication of all those books may may explain why illiteracy in the United States has gone way down. Presently out of 300 million people in the U.S., only 30,000, one hundredth of one percent, are illiterate, not bad." Earth Day Fact #39 Pre-primary, primary, and secondary schools will educate 1.3 billion children. "I wouldn't want to be in that classroom at lunch time. Does anyone want a juice box?" Earth Day Fact #40 More than 100 billion e-mail messages will be sent with spam accounting for 40% of that amount. "It seems, sometimes, I get that many in a day. If anyone needs a deal on Viagra, I get those spam mails every day and the sad thing is that I'm a woman (lol)." Happy Earth Day. Michelle scurried into the coffee shop, pulling her apron over her head and tying it as she walked. Sarah watched her from behind the register as Michelle made her way towards her. Thankful that she had finally arrived, yet slightly perturbed by her habitual tardiness, Sarah was cut off as she began to speak. “I know, I know, I’m sorry Sarah, really, I tried to get here on time, it’s just,” Michelle’s voice trailed off as she searched for an excuse she hadn’t used in the past week or so. “Don’t bother making up a story on my account,” Sarah teased, in a mockingly, raising her eyebrows for emphasis. “Aw, come on, you know I try,” Michelle countered, typing her identification number into the cash register beside Sarah’s. “Besides, I’m the best help you have!” Sarah let out a sigh of frustration and amusement as she silently conceded Michelle’s point. The girl certainly did have her finer points. Her eyes meandered over Michelle’s profile, admiring her long sleek black hair as it crawled over her shoulder and silhouetted her ample breasts. She knew as her manager she should remind her to tie it back, but Michelle would remember soon enough on her own, why should she ruin such a lovely site prematurely. The line of customer’s began to grow longer, and she centered her attention back on taking latte orders and getting through the morning rush. Still, she was drawn to her. Smiling widely, joking with the regulars, men and women alike, you would have never known it was 6:22 AM, and that she had probably only pulled herself out of bed 16 minutes ago. As it neared 9 o’clock, Sarah logged out of her register, turning to Brian at the coffee bar and said “I’m going to go in the back and work on next weeks schedule, have Michelle page me if you need any help up here.’ “Ok,” he answered, looking up from the containers of steamed milk that surrounded him. Walking deliberately over to Michelle, she innocently put a hand on her shoulder and leaned in just close enough to appear professional, while managing to deeply inhale Michelle’s perfume. Nearly intoxicated by the girls scent, she spoke succinctly to cover her growing infatuation. “I’ll be in the back for awhile. I told Brian to have you get me if it gets hairy out here. Keep an eye on him for me, ok? I don’t want him to get burned out his second week here.” “Sure thing boss,” Michelle responded in a serious tone, as her beautiful lips spread into a guileful smirk. Shaking her head, Sarah turned and walked away, allowing her hand to lightly touch Michelle’s soft hair as she removed it from her shoulder. Sitting back in her office, Sarah busied herself with paperwork and other administrative tasks, as attempted to keep her mind from wandering to the thought of Michelle. She had worked with her for a little over eight months now, and while she had annoyed her when she first started. The last four months, she had really come to grow on her, in more ways than one. Her girlfriend had dumped her about 5 months earlier, to run off with some guy she had dated in college. She had been a mess at the time, and Michelle’s cavalier attitude and effervescent charm had kept her spirits afloat. In the last month or so, as the breakup became a distant memory, her attraction to Michelle had increased exponentially, and she often wondered if she succeeded at all in hiding it. “The other employees must know,” she thought to herself. She was their manager for god’s sake, and she never disciplined Michelle for being late. Granted, she was an exemplary employee in every other respect, still, she feared her façade was fading. “Hey, Sarah?” shaken from her contemplation, Sarah looked up to see Michelle’s petite frame filling the doorway to her office. “Hey, you guys need help up there?” Sarah responded with as much concern as she could muster. “Oh, no. We’re fine,” Michelle answered. “But I was wondering, there’s this film I have to watch for class tonight, and we’re supposed to get someone to watch it with us, and then write a paper on our reactions and points of view and such. And well, I don’t have anyone to watch it with me, and I was wondering, if you weren’t doing anything later, if maybe, you wouldn’t mind helping me out with it.” Sarah’s heart leapt in her throat at the invitation. She and Michelle had hung out several times. Michelle’s apartment was only two blocks from the café, so after a long day, it was an obvious choice. But recently, with the start of the new semester, they hadn’t spent much time together outside of work. “Um, sure, I’d be happy to help,” Sarah said nonchalantly. “Great, you can come home with me when we get off, and I’ll order a pizza or something.” Michelle smiled appreciatively at Sarah and continued, “Oh, there’s just one thing, the film is a little, adult, in nature. It’s for my Psychology of Sex class.” “Sure, ok,” Sarah agreed, nodding her head in rhythm to the rockets that were exploding between her ears. Leaving Sarah to her paperwork, a noticeable bounce in her gait, Michelle turned and walked away. “How am I ever going to get through this?’ Sarah thought to herself. “Ok, maybe I’m overreacting, adult, could mean anything. Well there’s no use worrying about it, it’s too late for that now,” she reasoned. As she tried desperately to convince herself, that part of her wasn’t ecstatic with the idea of watching anything with Michelle, let alone the possibility of something erotic. At 3:45 PM, Dave, the night manager walked into Sarah’s office. “How’d everything go today,” he asked as he hung up his jacket in the closet. “Pretty well, I finished next week’s schedule and the inventory reports. It should be an easy night for you.” “Thanks,” Dave replied gratefully. “Why don’t you get out of here, you’ve been up since the crack of dawn.” With that sentiment, Sarah gathered her things and turned to go find Michelle. “Have a good night,” she called back to Dave. “You, too,” he said. “Oh, I’m gonna try,” Sarah mused to herself, half joking, half wishing. Meeting Michelle out front, she found her waiting for her, smiling as she approached. “Ready?” Michelle asked eagerly. “Yep, all set,” Sarah replied, as she struggled to contain the emotions that boiled within her. Upon entering Michelle’s apartment, Sarah quickly seated herself on the couch. Hoping that anchoring herself somewhere would ease the tension within her. “Hey, do you mind if I take a quick shower?” Michelle called, as she retreated towards her bedroom. “I was a little rushed this morning, and I feel kinda gross. You can call for pizza in the meantime, the number is on the fridge. My treat!” Before Sarah had a chance to answer, Michelle had disappeared behind her bedroom door. Hearing the running of water, Sarah decided it was safe to move from her post, as she went in search of the info for the pizza place. Her curiosity piqued about what they would be watching, she decided to scout out the living room for signs of any unusual movies hanging about. Much to her chagrin, she found none. Disappointed she seated herself back on the couch, and fell into a whirlpool of thoughts running wild in her mind at the idea of Michelle naked in the other room. Emerging from her room, after what seemed like an eternity, Michelle walked over and joined Sarah on the couch. Dressed in petite grey shorts and a white tank top with spaghetti straps, Sarah nearly fainted as the smell of Michelle’s clean skin assaulted her senses. Michelle stared at her intently. Her sparkling blue eyes holding Sarah’s gaze, pulling her in, melting her resistance. Suddenly, the two were broken from their speechless communion by the imploring ring of the doorbell. “Ooh good, food, I’m starving,” Michelle said, jumping to retrieve her money to pay for the pie. Sarah ate her slice in silent captivation, as she listened to Michelle ramble on, telling story after story between bites. She seemed almost nervous, Sarah observed. But she didn’t understand why. She had never seen her unnerved about anything. “Perhaps it’s the movie,” she thought to herself. “Maybe this is awkward for her, too.” Pushing the half empty pizza box aside, Sarah decided to seize her inevitable fate and get the viewing underway. Steeling herself up, she spoke quickly, her eyes unable to look directly into Michelle’s, “So how ‘bout that film, eh? We better work on your project. I don’t want to hold you up.” “Um, yeah,” Michelle said, an obvious nervous waver in her voice. “About the movie. Well, you see…” Taking a deep breath, she looked directly into Sarah’s eyes. “To tell you the truth, there is no movie. I just said that so you would come over.” “But, I don’t understand, why wouldn’t I come over and what about the whole thing with your Psychology of Sex class?” Sarah asked, truly perplexed by the turn of events. “Well, I didn’t want to lie to you, and I do have to watch one for my Psychology of Sex class. I just embellished that part about needing someone to watch it with me.” “I just don’t…” Sarah’s voice trailed off, in complete ignorance. Reaching her hand out, to brush blonde strands of hair from Sarah’s face, Michelle leaned in slowly and kissed Sarah’s full lips. Kissing her only lightly at first, then, sensing no resistance, she moved her other hand to Sarah’s face and began kissing her more passionately. Totally shocked by Michelle’s advance, Sarah could feel nothing but spasms of warmth as her body gave into the desire that had been biting at her for weeks. Sliding her tongue into Michelle’s mouth she pulled her towards her running her hands over her warm thighs, moving them higher in search of the precious skin that lie beneath her shirt. Pushing Sarah back till she lay horizontally on the couch and looked her square in the face, Michelle spoke bluntly. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for months, and you’ve been totally oblivious. I’m sorry I lied, but I wanted to at least spark your imagination.” Sarah responded by pulling Michelle’s shirt over her head and turning her body, so that she lay beneath her. Gliding a finger down the nape of her neck to her right breast, she tenderly rubbed Michelle’s nipple, as she began to follow the path her finger had made with her mouth. Wrapping her lips over the erect nipple she sucked hungrily, rubbing it gingerly with her teeth, and bathing it with her tongue. Michelle moaned softly as Sarah began to work on the other breast, her pussy growing hotter as she felt Michelle reach down and remove her shirt and massage her back. Rising to look in Michelle’s eyes once again, her pulse quickened as the other girl placed her hands on her pants, unbuttoning them and slowly sliding the zipper down. Sarah mirrored her action, as both girls helped each other out of the remainder of their clothing. Standing naked in the middle of the room, Michelle reached between Sarah’s legs, gently rubbing her hard clit, sliding a finger into her hot cunt, pumping it a bit, then removing it, and licking it clean, while Sarah watched transfixed. Laying down on the floor, Michelle pulled Sarah’s hip toward her face, as Sarah fell to her knees, and turned herself, so she could delight in Michelle’s pussy as the other girl savored her own. Slipping her tongue into the folds of her nether lips, Sarah kissed and licked Michelle’s sex enthusiastically, taking her time to enjoy as each movement of her tongue sent shudders through Michelle’s heavenly body. Aching from the pleasure Michelle was bestowing upon her. Sarah began breathing heavily, moaning into the endless wetness and flesh of Michelle’s thirsty hole. Egged on by Sarah’s reaction, Michelle took tight hold of the other girl’s ass, and pulled her pussy directly into her face, devouring it eagerly. Moving her tongue swiftly over Sarah’s tight nub, forcing Michelle to hold tighter to Sarah’s body as she convulsed with desire. Not to be outdone, Sarah sucked on Michelle’s clit feverishly, sliding two fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy. The velvety hole devouring them as Sarah ever increased her speed and pressure. Unable to contain her orgasm any longer, Sarah screamed ecstatically, as she pumped Michelle harder, licking her nub artfully as felt Michelle’s pussy throbbing against her finger, as she joined her in orgasmic bliss. Moving to face Michelle, Sarah kissed her deeply, as she tasted her own juices on the other girl’s lips. “Thank you baby,” Sarah cooed. “How about tomorrow we actually watch that movie, hmmm? Even if you don’t need my opinion on it, I’d hate to think of you having to watch it alone, with no one to share your feelings about it with.” “Good idea,” Michelle smiled wickedly. “I wouldn’t want to be here all by myself horny out of my mind. However would I manage without you.” |
Hi, I liked your pics, you E-Mailed, but still like NASTIER! Anyway, I was watching some bisex porn and got hard and started jerking off And thinking, of you being so horny according to your Private Messages, earlier..... Now you know how much I like pantyhose, and so if we finally meet, we find a very discreet spot, get acquainted, settle, and get to know each other a little. Then you and I shower, no touching just yet. (I like to be very clean)! You get out first and put on some hot pantyhose, first. Then finally as I'm coming out of the shower, you put on some hot porn of your choice. I'm taking my time, because after my shower, I slip on some pantyhose, as well. Then I walk over to you fresh and clean, let you check me out in my pantyhose, In this case the color will be nude for me, and you come up and just pull them down, just enough or below my clean ass and start to lube my asshole and balls, gently w/lots of lube. Then I want you to pull them back up snug, and while the porn is on and I'm watching and getting hotter, I want you lying on the edge of the bed face up, and I want you to get a good vantage point of looking up, at me, sort of like an up skirt view, and I'll just spread my long legs, just enough, for you to get a good look of my panty hosed ass! By now as I'm stroking my ass, over the material, while watching hot porn, you had selected, and by now you can't wait! Then while still watching porn, I'll look down and see your face pointed up, at me and I will gently sit on your face, straddle you, enough to where my weight is not on you, but very gently almost smother you. Then lower my very clean, well lubed panty hosed asshole on your face and nose, I will rock back and forth on your face, after all I'll be well lubed, while you're rimming me and licking my balls, but no touching my cock, yet! The light sensual mixture of smells, of my asshole, lube, balls etc, well greased, I might add will be intoxicating. This will drive you crazy, as I look down on you, and slide my well lubed, slippery panty hosed ass back and forth, but no touching my cock, just yet. I want to feel your tongue and nose on my ass crack, while I straddle, your face, continue to slide back and forth and continue to watch hot fuckin' porn. I want to feel your tongue teasing my asshole the whole time! Now I'm getting fuckin' hotter and hotter, because your tongue, nose, the pantyhose barrier of thin material, is driving me crazy! And you rim even more furiously, w/out tearing the material. So keep rimming with your tongue w/out tearing the nylon fabric. Damn! That tongue feels like it's stretching the pantyhose, right into my asshole, Now keep in mind, I'm a pretty big guy at 6' 2" 195 lbs. so I can reach while this all this is going on and start to pull your pantyhose down enough to start lubricating your clean fresh asshole and balls. But you don't stop, I like that tongue, Then I will slide forward into a 69 position and start to tease you simultaneously, start rimming you, teasing you thru the pantyhose, but I still haven't tasted cock yet. And your making me HORNY for cock! But before any cock sucking, we will have 2 vibrators, one each, not too big, and continue to rim, and then turn them on and start to vibrate each other's well lubed assholes and balls, working to frenzy! After a good while of this, we will start to push them into each other's assholes, with the lube helping and feeling a nice sliding sensation, as this is going on I want to have a good view while in the 69 position of the vibrator, slowly penetrating your asshole, so I can get an idea of how my big well lubed cock will slide in later. You can do the same if you'd like, I like it nasty! Eventually we will for the first time, start to feel, touch each others cocks, which will be totally new for me, and stroke them thru the pantyhose, get them nice and ready. Then lower our pantyhose, just a little enough to pull them out, and taste each other's cocks for the first time! All this while continuing to toy each other, and as I get used to touching, feeling your nice looking cock, I want you to slide the vibe into my asshole a little more, not all the way, maybe halfway, and I'll start sucking, smelling, stroking, experiencing cock for the first time! I want to suck your cock for a while, to feel the whole experience. I want us also to mutually lick our balls, assholes etc. w/no barrier this time, No pantyhose, in the way just our fully exposed cocks, balls, assholes, while sucking, rimming, tasting, smelling etc. take each other to the nth degree! (The pantyhose will never be fully off)! Remember, we're still in a 69, so let's continue and make it last. And as you're sucking my cock, I'll slide that vibe into your asshole a little more as well, because soon I'm going to be getting ready to fuck man ass for the first time, yours! The porn is still playing, it does turn me on. Anyway while we are fuckin' crazy hot, tell me how you want me to slide my well lubed cock into your asshole, doggy, on your back, you want to sit on it? Pick what you'd like; you're going to get fucked! So let's pull our pantyhose back up nice and snug, press my cock up against your panty hosed ass and rub it a little around your asshole, get that asshole nice and teased, because the feeling of the pantyhose nylon, makes me real hard! And just when you're ready, I'll rip a hole in the pantyhose right there on your ass crack, and slide in my throbbing cock little by little till you feel it all. You can start to rock however you wish and I'll stroke your cock, while fucking you, and as this is going on I'll rip a small hole in my pantyhose, and slide in a butt plug into my asshole thru the pantyhose, to get a little stretched, so you can then fuck me if you'd like, but before that I'll continue, to fuck you, and feel that butt plug at the same time. This would be my first time getting fucked by a real cock in my ass, so I want to be ready! I also want to see my cock going in and out of your asshole, to take it all in, and curl your fuckin' toes, your asshole should be well lubed anyway, from all the previous stuff we were doing. We can do this as long as you'd like, I like the butt plug, so I'm in no hurry! But I'll be ready to feel a real cock, not a toy for the first time, so no rough stuff! Just nice and easy, let me get used to your cock, so go ahead, you can fuck me now! And again, if we ever got together, even for just one crazy, nasty, sexy etc. time, this is how I would like it to be, along with the fantasy, I had mentioned earlier in my Private Message to you, in other words, a combination of both, word for Nasty word! No holes barred! So if we ever got together, probably for just one time, would you do all this w/me? Or is it just too dirty, nasty! I'm thinking, while in the above mentioned horny acts, the limits I have for myself, will probably go away, so who knows, it might even be hotter!!!!!! Or am I going too far.... I'm thinking this will make you jerk-off big time, so have at it, explode a big load! I certainly did while writing this! **A diary of a male nursing student.** _Wang looked around him, the tutorial class was filled with gorgeous women, all below the age of 25. He was the only male in a class of perhaps thirty. Smiling, he walked into the room, silence descended onto the room as 30 pairs of eyes affixed themselves upon him as he made his way to a hastily emptied chair. He could feel their want, see it in their eyes and taste it in the air. Wang sat himself down as he casually looked around the classroom, smiling inwardly at the legions of women all wanting a piece of him. A vivacious looking brunette stared longingly at Wang as she further unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt, revealing more of her ample cleavage..._ The teacher walked into the room wearing nothing but a lingerie outfit; it was white and lacy, with garter belts holding up her stockings. Wang's jaw dropped open as he stared at the teacher with awe. He removed his glasses cleaning the fog, which began to perspire across the lens. The teacher walked towards Wang silently, her hips swaying slightly from left to right as the other students continued to look onwards. Wanting to reach out towards him but restraining their urges with such an authoritative figure in the room. Pushing the table aside, the teacher straddled his lap, her silky white panties gliding softly against Wang's prominent erection. Moving closer to him she removed his glasses as she licked his neck in one long stroke. Her tongue felt strangely odd and rough but he ignored it as the teacher continued to lick his neck. Languishing in the sensation as he moaned softly, his hands beginning to stroke up and down her spine, his hand stopping to undo the clasp as he undid her bra with ease. The teacher purred in his ear, nuzzling his face against her own as she began to lick his cheek. Moving upwards to his ear, the purring of her voice drowning out everything else. All of a sudden a voice boomed in the distance. "Richard! Wake up! Wake up! You late already you lazy boy, move now!" Richard woke up suddenly. The sharp overhead light caused him to wince slightly as his cat tequila continued to lick at him. Groaning out loudly he tried to get out pushing the cat away; the tangled sheets wrapped around his naked body prevented this though. As he struggled to untangle himself from the sheets the single bed decided to roll in the other direction. Causing him to fall face first onto the floor. Richard clutched his groin in pain as his painfully hard erection broke the majority of his fall. He managed to untangle himself after a few deep breaths and after finding some shorts strewn on the floor he hobbled to the bathroom. At 21 years of age Richard was living in a personal hell. Living at home with his parents, he had been born into an Asian family, his parents had decided to call him by the English name of Richard. To them it sounded noble and regal. They were Asian after all and unaccustomed to many practices outside the Asian culture. Such as calling their son Richard, especially with an Asian surname like Wang. It sounded like a clash of cultures, the worst of the east meets the worst of the West. To him it sounded like a b-grade Asian porn star, if a male Asian porn star were ever to exist that is. All the bullies unfortunately thought along similar lines as they teased him relentlessly throughout primary and high school. Richard squinted as the steam from the showerhead rose, covering the mirrors and surrounding the bathroom with steam. He didn't know why his parents had installed mirrors surrounding the bathroom, at least he didn't have any image problems in regard to his body. Hell the fluorescent light and surrounding mirrors had made sure of that, any minor blemishes were exposed out of proportion. His friends though were unprepared for such things. Especially the ones with image problems about their body. Not many of them had seen every aspect of their body in that kind of light before and none of them had ever slept over after experiencing a shower in his bathroom. Richard finished his shower and got changed. He couldn't help but feel a little excited about the prospects of today. It was his first day of university. Things were looking up, twelve years of education and study had prepared him for an endless feud of sex, drugs and alcohol, preferably in that order. All of which he hoped to achieve whilst at university. At the thought of sex his mind began to wander at the concealed x-rated videos that he had strategically hidden around his room. His mother was very meticulous with her cleaning so there was not many places left in his room where he could conceal such things. Busty Nurses in particular had been one of the core reasons he had chosen to undertake nursing as his chosen profession in life, it was after all his favourite video. That as well as the fact that it was the only course he could get into with such a low TER score. He had been to hospital once, but that was when he was 8 years old. He was sedated most of the time so he couldn't effectively gauge how good-looking the nurses were back then. His relatives were all nurses as well. His uncle, his uncle's wife, his aunty and all of his cousins on his mother's side were all nurses. He had grown up listening to his uncle's tales of horny nurse's, flirting patients and wild stories. Intoxicating his imagination beyond any boundaries that a normal 12-year-old would experience in any case. It was almost tradition that he undertook this profession, plus he bemused to himself, I consider myself to be quite caring in nature. "Here, take this, it your lunch so you don't get hungry" His mother said in her clipped English language, handing him a takeaway container filled with rice and vegetables. Richard grumbled underneath his breath but still took the lunch, before hurrying out the door. He still had to catch 2 buses and a train to get to uni. One of the disadvantages of living with your parents who liked to live in the country. Richard waited at the bus stop with his hands in his pockets in a vain attempt to warm them. Oh how he wished that he could drive, his recent failures however had caused him to question that wish though. As flashbacks of screeching tires, closely followed by angry instructors grabbing the wheel from him filled his head. A low rumble echoed up the hill, steadily growing louder as Richard fished out his wallet and multi-rider. The sound grew louder as the bus approached, the engine struggling with the steepness of the hill. Richard thought to himself how much it sounded like a lawn mower. The bus eventually neared and stopped, a disgruntled middle aged man looking at him vehemently as Richard got onto the bus. It was packed full of school children. Richard sighed inwardly as he clipped his ticket and stood in the aisle. There was no chance that any of these children would get up for him. He had once seen a disabled blind woman in her late 80's standing in the aisle during one of these morning trips, the children had laughed at her when she lost her grip on the railing and had nearly fallen head over heels onto a surprised year 8's lap. It was him who the old woman had fallen upon. Not that he had offered her a seat after helping her back to her feet. It also reminded him of a video where the old blind woman gave a young stud a blow job in a bus... At 21 years of age, Richard was still a virgin. This wasn't surprising living in a house with over protective parents with strange beliefs on what was appropriate and inappropriate behaviour. His sister was older than him and was also a virgin. She didn't seem to fazed though, her life revolved around her work with children. But it did bother him though, he had heard so much about sex through reading his sister's women's magazines as well as the one's he had hidden underneath his bed. His friends constantly raved about it and it seemed that 90% of society was either having sex, in the process of getting sex, or had already gotten sex and were preparing to get more of it. If that made sense. The bus rumbled up to the train station, it was packed with a plethora of different coloured high school students running amok. Their bold disgusting colour schemes of red, yellow, grey and white separating the different high schools. Richard sighed to himself as he replaced his headphones back on his head, exiting the bus and sitting himself down on the cold unforgiving seats of the train station. If I get haemorrhoids in 6 years time, at least I can look back at times like these and point my finger at the public transport system. Richard bemused to himself as he watched a middle aged woman attempt to reverse park in the car park adjacent to the station. Richard looked to his right, two people were making out. The girl seated upon the guy's lap looked no older than 14 years of age, whereas the guy looked easily 18 or older. Dressed in a flannelette shirt and stone wash black jeans his dread locked hair hung about his face like a limp mop that had just been used to clean a public urinal. They continued to kiss each other passionately, oblivious to Richard's prying eyes. Richard curled his lip up in distaste, no doubt they would be having sex as well. The loud whirring of an approaching train ate into Richard's train of thought. Richard got up and got onto the train, it was packed as Richard competed for a seat in between an overweight woman and a fidgety looking dishevelled man. Actually Richard didn't really have to compete for a seat as nobody wanted to sit next to the dishevelled man, his dirty attire and stench of stale sweat caused many people to look away. Nobody said anything too him though. You could sense their vehement glares, which they cast towards him as he sat with his head back his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted, lightly dozing. A thin trickle of saliva clung to his lower lip as it dribbled across his chest. Past trails of already dried up saliva trails. Like a snail leaving a trail across his face and clothes. Richard sat himself down, he had no problem with dishevelled looking people. His father was similar, but that was out of choice. He was often thrifty, sometimes to the point of stupidity as he wore shirts with more holes in it than a piece of Swiss cheese that had been attacked by a pack of rats. Refusing to give up items of clothing as long as it still clung to his stocky frame. Richard smiled to himself as he recounted a story which his father had told them when he had gone to the salvation-army to shop. Wearing his favourite t-shirt which looked like it had housed a family of mice, and his short stubby shorts; pitying his tattered clothes, they gave him some blankets on his way out the store for free. Plus, Richard had always had problems with his sinuses so his sense of smell wasn't as sensitive compared to others. The train rocked up to the main train station and 90% of the people left, leaving Richard alone with the dishevelled man. Seeing the sudden influx of empty seats, Richard got up and moved seats. The man's demeanour did not bother him as much as it did to other people, but it still bothered him nonetheless. The train ambled onwards after discarding of its contents, like an alcoholic it swayed slightly to the left and right. As if teetering on the brink of falling over only to swing to the other side. The train arrived on the platform of his intended stop and he exited. Walking up the escalator steps to wait at the bus terminal, bus stops stretched to his left and right. Wang looked at them all, adjusting his glasses, which were up to this stage steadily creeping down his nose. He got onto the nearest bus and after a brief interrogation between him and the driver, he discovered that this was the bus he needed to go to university. He clipped his ticket once again and the bus was off. 10 minutes later he was at university. He looked at it with awe as the bus rumbled off. Green expanses of grass sloped across the lawns, decorated with the odd sporadic tree to give the campus a very natural look. It looked every bit like the universities he had seen on television. With a surge of confidence, Richard Wang, 21 year old virgin and first year nursing student took his first step into the campus where all his dreams hopefully lay. Laura's heart was still beating fast and her mind was a blur of emotions. She felt hesitant, almost scared but at the same time she felt excited and curious. But the feeling that now came to the fore was sadness. She looked over at Kelly who was in the bed on the other side of the small cabin from her. Laura felt bad that she had withdrawn from Kelly's advances. She had allowed things to get steamy, allowed her lips to touch Kelly's as the two were about to kiss but she immediately reeled away, unsure if she really wanted it and what Kelly's intentions were. She hoped that Kelly wasn't too upset or disappointed. The two young women were on a university field trip for biology and had signed up to stay together in the cabin while many of the others on the research trip had elected to stay in tents closer to the beach they were investigating. The cabin itself was basically just a wooden hut with two beds on either side of the room and a large window on one wall, which allowed the glow from an external light to illuminate the room quite brightly. A cupboard in one corner near the door was the only other structure in the room. This meant that privacy wasn't an option but neither Laura nor Kelly minded as they had been friends for a long time and had made use of public showers together at their local gym on numerous occasions in the past so getting changed in front of each other wasn't a big deal. But now that Kelly had taken a step beyond their regular friendship, Laura wasn't sure what to think. She had been laying there still for some time thinking about it and now rolled over to look at Kelly who was lying on her back with just the sheet pulled up to her shoulders. As she looked over, she noticed Kelly's hands under the sheet seemed to be moving around near her waist. As Laura watched on, she suddenly realised what Kelly was doing, she was obviously masturbating! At first Laura thought about turning away embarrassed, but her curiosity was taking over and her heart fluttered with excitement. At that point, Laura realised that Kelly had obviously been serious when she made advances toward her and she must have been still turned- on by what had almost happened. Laura could feel herself getting aroused as she watched so she gave into the feeling of curiosity and allowed her apprehension to drop. She slid one of her hands down to her crotch and inside her shorts. She was amazed at how sensitive she was and felt a jolt of pleasure run through her as she gave her clit a few soft, gentle rubs. All the while she never took her gaze off of Kelly who now was biting her bottom lip as her hands moved quicker. "I can't believe how turned on I am!" Laura thought. "I can't just lay here and watch Kelly after I had rejected her. It doesn't feel right." A final feel of her now moist pussy was enough to make up Laura's mind. She wanted to join Kelly. She wanted to experiment with her, having never been with another girl before, curiosity took over. Silently, she slipped out of her bed and crept closer to Kelly's. She stood looking down on Kelly trying to think of how she could interrupt her without startling her. Laura was fully illuminated by the light outside and it accentuated her lovely soft curves and the flowing locks of rich brown hair which hung over her shoulders. She was only wearing a white singlet top, her small nipples clearly visible through the thin material, and soft, pink cotton boxer shorts which were slightly crumpled but, combined with the top, she could be unquestionably described as cute and rather girly despite being in her early twenties. Kelly still hadn't noticed Laura standing there and was still pleasuring herself when Laura finally made a quite noise, almost a moan. Kelly's opened her eyes and looked up at Laura who stood there smiling at her with a sheepish, awkward look on her face. Instinctually she stopped touching herself and pretended she wasn't doing anything when Laura had interrupted her. "Oh Laura, I was um, do you want something?" Kelly stammered as she tried to gather her thoughts and her breath. She was somewhat annoyed that she had been interrupted at that point as she had been drawing closer to orgasm, the first in weeks for her and one that she felt she desperately needed after the wait since last time. "Sorry to disturb you Kelly but I wanted to ask you something." Laura asked shyly. "What is it?" Kelly replied. "I feel a bit bad about what happened earlier and had been thinking about it some more. Actually, I was wondering if I could join in your, um, fun?" "Fun?" Kelly asked with a slightly embarrassed tone. "Well I had been watching you for a few minutes sorry and it looked like you were, you know, touching yourself. At least that's what it looked like to me." Kelly was about to deny it out of sudden embarrassment, but she stopped herself and thought for a second. Laura hadn't asked her to stop masturbating but had just asked if she could join her. She had been so horny, so overcome with emotion when she had made advances to Laura earlier in the night and the feeling of disappointment had been strong when Laura didn't respond as Kelly wanted her to. But now, she was taking the first step towards her and Kelly knew she wanted this more than anything in the world right now. Kelly had only had one experience with a girl before and while she enjoyed being with guys, she always found herself fantasising about other women when she masturbated. Kelly had always fancied Laura, though she knew Laura was straight. She had such a gorgeous body and always had an innocent playfulness about her which Kelly found intoxicating. As she lay there, one hand still inside her panties, she looked up at Laura and felt her heart begin to race with excitement. "Um, yeah you caught me. I was have a bit of fun before I went to sleep." Kelly finally replied to Laura. "And I'd love it if you joined me." Laura smiled and nervously got into bed with Kelly, the sheet covering them both as Laura laid on her back looking at Kelly while Kelly rolled over onto her side to face her. "So do you do it much?" Laura asked, trying to think of what to say. "Only when I don't have someone else to take care of me." Kelly responded cheekily. Both of them giggled at the comment and lay staring into each other's eyes for a few moments. Kelly couldn't hold back any longer, she moved closer and kissed Laura who didn't hesitate or withdraw this time, she instead kissed Kelly back passionately, their tongues now probing into each other's mouth. Kelly slipped one hand back down inside her pants and gently rubbed herself while she hugged Laura with her other. "Oh my god, that was the best kiss ever!" Laura smiled as they broke off their kiss. She laid back and looked down Kelly's body, noticing that her hand was back at her crotch again. "Can I watch you do it?" Laura asked. Kelly simply smiled and threw the sheets off so the two could see their whole bodies. She was wearing a pink singlet top and no bra with light blue, lacy panties. She had a slightly more shapely build than Laura and her bust was much larger but being someone who enjoyed the beach and hence bikinis, she kept her figure well. The light filtering into the room reflected off the pale yellow sheets to accentuate Kelly's bronzed tan. She moved her hand slowly over her still highly aroused clit, rubbing it through the fabric of her panties. Her other hand now was under her top and sliding over her breast, each time she brushed her nipple she felt a slight surge of pleasure. She closed her eyes and slipped her hand inside her panties and pushed a finger deep inside her wet pussy, followed by a second finger which slid in easily. Opening her eyes again, she looked over at Laura who was watching her intently, gently biting her lip in excitement as she watch. One of her hands seemed to idly tease her nipples through her top while the other pressed into her crotch, barely moving aside from a slight circular movement. "I usually masturbate naked. You don't mind if I take my pyjamas off do you?" Kelly asked Laura who managed to break her gaze away from Kelly's hands. "Yes please! I mean, if you want to that's ok by me." Laura stammered in reply, betraying her desperate desire to see Kelly naked and to watch her slip her slender fingers into her pussy. Kelly smiled and sat upright and looked at Laura as she slowly pulled her top over her head, her tits gave a slight bounce as they popped out from the confines of the fabric. Laura's mouth opened slightly in awe as she stared at the large breasts now only inches from her. Kelly gave her nipples a quick pinch and smiled at Laura as she laid back once more and lifted her legs towards the ceiling before pulling her panties off. "Mmm, that feels a lot better." She moaned as she spread her legs wide apart, resting one on Laura's legs. She licked the tip of one of her fingers and used it to rub and tease her nipples which responded immediately by hardening slightly. Her other hand began rubbing her clit rapidly in quick circles as her breathing quickened and soft moans escaped her throat. "If you want, you can play with yourself also. It would make me super turned- on to see you touching yourself also." Kelly said. "Ok, but I also do it naked if you are ok with that." "I wouldn't want it any other way!" Kelly answered, still amused by how timid Laura was even though she was now watching her masturbate right in front of her. Her innocent manner only made Kelly more aroused. Kelly sat up and spun around so she was facing Laura from the other end of the bed and she easily shoved two fingers deep into her soaked pussy, a small gasp escaping her mouth as she now fingered herself deep and fast. Laura hesitate for a second as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, not quite sure if she was ready to go the next step, but the sight of Kelly's fingers sinking straight into her pussy was enough to make the decision for her. She quickly pulled the white singlet up and off leaving her small, round breasts exposed for Kelly's gaze and her puffy pink nipples hard with arousal. "Oh wow, you have the cutest boobs Laura!" Kelly remarked while continuing to thrust her fingers into her snatch. Laura smiled and replied, "Thank you, but your boobs are even more amazing Kelly". She felt her inhibitions dropping after Kelly's compliment and she now quickly slipped her panties off, wanting to be fully naked and on display for Kelly as she was already. Laying back, Laura closed her eyes and spread her legs wide apart for Kelly to see her neatly trimmed pussy, while using one hand to spread her pussy lips and the other to begin circling her clit rapidly. While she considered herself very conservative in her sexuality with others, Laura had always enjoyed masturbation and had been constantly experimenting with different techniques ever since she had first tried it in her late teens. She knew what made her feel good and could get herself off very quickly when she wanted or she could take her time and enjoy the experience. But right now, her heart was racing and she had never been this aroused in her life so she wasn't going to hold back. She rubbed her clit as fast as she could and slipped two fingers between her wet pussy lips, teasing her sensitive opening with small, quick movements. Laura opened her eyes and saw that Kelly now had three fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy and her other hand was a blur as she rubbed herself. Both were moaning, their breathing shallow and their body motions spasmodic as the pleasure shot through them. The two young women came at the same time, Kelly gave a small scream of delight while Laura released a deep groan as she felt a stream of moisture leave her pussy and saturate her hands. When Kelly caught her breath and looked over at Laura, there was a rather sizable wet patch in front of Laura testifying to how hard she had orgasmed. "Oh my god, that was amazing!" Kelly sighed as she licked her fingers, tasting herself while watching Laura regain her composure. "I've never had an orgasm like that before! I can't believe how horny I was watching you!" Laura replied. "You look so wet down there. Do you mind if I touch you?" Kelly asked. Laura smiled, lent towards Kelly and kissed her and whispered in her ear, "I want you to do more than just touch it." Kelly kissed her once more then gently pushed her back and spread her legs apart. Pausing at her tits, Kelly licked and sucked on her nipples, the attention causing them to harden at her touch and each gentle bite she gave resulted in a soft gasp and moan from Laura. She continued to alternate between each nipple as she ran her hand over Laura's thighs, occasionally brushing her clit teasingly. After a few minutes of teasing, she was satisfied that her efforts had got Laura well and truly aroused again so she began to kiss her way slowly down her stomach to her warm, wet pussy. Using just one finger, Kelly ever so slowly rubbed Laura's clit in tiny circles causing Laura to thrust her hips forward in an attempt to get more pleasure. Keeping it up for a few more minutes, Kelly had wanted the response she was getting, she wanted to see Laura desperate for more, to have her almost beg for her touch to be more purposeful. But she wasn't going to make her wait any longer. In a quick motion that caused Laura to gasp and jump slightly, Kelly drove two fingers deep into her warm hole before withdrawing them and slipping in a third. She now placed her mouth over Laura's clit and began sucking and licking it as fast as she could. Laura was moaning loudly as Kelly fingered her pussy with long, fast thrusts, exactly as she liked it and after being teased for so long, her pussy ached to be filled and pleasure surged from her crotch to all parts of her body as Kelly continued to lick her clit. She was almost writhing in pleasure now but wanted one more source of stimulation. Normally she would not have said anything about it, but she was too aroused to control her thoughts. Laura cried out, "Oh yes, please keep fucking my pussy! Please Kelly, can you shove a finger in my arse? I love it when my arse is fingered." Kelly was amazed, the timid young woman, who at the start of the night had rejected her advance, now had three fingers buried in her cunt and she was now begging her to finger her arse. She could hear in Laura's voice how much she wanted it and Kelly wasn't going to disappoint. She herself didn't mind some anal stimulation but usually that was only if she could convince the person she was with to give her a quick rimming. So the chance to give rather than receive excited her. Rolling Laura onto her stomach, Kelly again slid the index finger of her left hand into Laura's sopping wet pussy to lubricate it before moving it up to rub her arse hole. She then slip two fingers of her right hand deep into Laura's pussy, before slowly pressing her finger into the tight hole of her arse. She expected to feel resistance but Kelly was amazed when, with just a little firm pressure, her finger sank all the way in. Obviously Laura enjoyed this type of stimulation regularly. She decided to see if she could push it a bit further so she pulled her finger out and instead positioned two fingers at the entrance. She carefully spat some saliva onto her fingers to add extra lube before gently slipping them back into Laura. While a bit slower this time, her fingers once more disappeared deep into Laura's anus. "Oh fuck yes, that feels amazing!" Laura groaned as Kelly slowly began to thrust her fingers in and out of both of Laura's holes. Increasing the speed, Kelly fingered both holes as fast as she could to which Laura gave out a stifled cry of pleasure. After a few minutes of the double penetration, Laura could feel her orgasm building and began bucking her hips backwards to meet Kelly's thrusts. She couldn't stand the feeling any more, she was overwhelmed by how much ecstasy she felt as her friend fingered her in a way no one had done before. Her orgasm hit like a wave through her body and she gave in completely to the sensation, abandoning all other thoughts and emotions crying out loudly in sheer pleasure. "I'm coming, I'm coming, don't stop!" Laura called out. Kelly could feel Laura's pussy begin to pulse around her fingers and her arse hole clenched tight onto the fingers of her other hand. A sudden gush of moisture flowed over her hand that was fingering Laura's pussy and as she looked down, Kelly could see the juice dripping off her hand as Laura came so hard that she had practically squirted. "Oh wow, Laura! You are so fucking amazing! I've never seen a girl come like that before." Kelly remarked to Laura who didn't really hear it. She was trying to control her breathing as her body continued to spasm involuntarily as a series of smaller orgasms followed her first, each one triggered as Kelly slipped one finger at a time out from each of her holes. "That was incredible, I haven't felt anything like that before! Thank you so much Kelly." Laura stammered. "I think we'll need to go get washed up and I also think I'll be sleeping in your bed for the rest of the night." Kelly laughed as she looked down at the bed. Her hands were slick with Laura's juices, both of the girls' were glisten with moisture and the bed sheet had a large wet spot in the middle of it. "I think so, and sorry about your bed." Laura chuckled in reply. "And I think it is my turn tomorrow" Kelly added with a playful smile and a wink. Laura moved closer and kissed Kelly before replying, "Absolutely" |
_A boss meets a previous employee after several years, and reflects back on an affair he had with her best friend. Please vote and send constructive feedback._ "Shaun? It's been forever since I've seen you!" interrupted the melodic female voice next to me. I was in the midst of delivering a joke's punch line to the bartender at a watering hole in the basement of the bank headquarters high- rise where I used to work. I looked over and it was Camden – or Cam, as she preferred to be called when she'd worked for me upstairs in a corporate office several years before. A characteristic sexual tightness immediately gripped me as I scanned her short, wavy, ash-blonde hair, light gray eyes and fair, fox-like face with an adorable chin cleft. When we'd worked together, I'd been professionally diagnosed as having a sexual addiction and – even though my current life was much more staid – I'd always harbored a secret, rapacious desire for this succulent married woman. "Migawd, Cam! You look…uuh…great!" I sputtered, at a temporary loss for words. She noticed my eyes scan down over her body, clothed in a pearl gray, tropical weight, business suit covering a frilly white blouse that buttoned to her neck. "Well, so do you! Gimme a hug," she gasped, pressing against me with one arm around my neck. Her embrace took my breath away as her full breasts flattened against my chest, and her flowery scent made me light-headed. My hands were still on her narrow, tight, waist as we pushed apart and I said, "What're you up to?" "Oh, just having a drink with a girlfriend. Would you like to join us?" "Sure! If I won't be in the way," I said. As stunningly sexy as she looked, I remembered Cam as being an inveterate gossip and had always hesitated to intrude on her girl-talk. "You…in the way? Never!" she beamed, and ordered a couple of drinks, which the bartender said he'd send to her table. She turned and beckoned for me to follow her. From behind she looked even more delectable than when we'd worked together. She'd lost a little weight – stood about 5'8" in heels, and was now around 36C-24-36 – with a muscular ass and legs that scoffed at straight lines. I remembered breaking into a sweat at her outrageous curves whenever I'd been with her and that hadn't changed as I checked out her legs. Her three-inch stiletto pumps – she must have owned 50 pair – exaggerated her calf muscles perfectly. In fact, when we'd worked together her choice of shoes had fed a fetish of mine for feminine ankles and feet. A dozen paces toward her table and she stopped. Looking coyly over her shoulder, she caught me eyeing one of her luscious calves as it split the long, open kick pleat of her skirt, showing the back of her knee up to a scrumptious muscled upper leg. Her cheeks flushed slightly and she smiled as I muttered a joking double-entendre: "I'm right behind you, Cam. It takes longer for middle-aged men, you know." I was 43, nine years older than she, and had been divorced for many years. We got to her table – set against a plush banquette against a wall – and she said to an attractive brunette sitting at one of its other three chairs, "Look who I found, Marsha! You remember me talking about my old boss, Shaun. Well, here he is…in the flesh! Shaun, this is Marsha." As I shook hands with her friend across the table, Cam squeezed onto the banquette, curling one shapely leg under herself and sitting on it. When we'd worked together she'd driven me to sexual distraction by doing this when in my office, and this day was no different. Though the table covered her legs from the looks of passersby, her skirt had ridden up to mid-thigh. One surreptitious glance downward rekindled old lusty memories as the lacy top of a thigh-high stocking peeked up at me. I restrained the impulse to wipe my brow as Cam began telling Marsha about our innocent past. "When I first met Shaun – six or seven years ago – I disliked him," she confided to her friend as her eyes pored over my frame. "He was hired from outside, over everybody else, to manage installing the new branch computer network. Then they made him head of marketing and training…again over everybody else! You can imagine how pissed off we all were." What Cam meant was that many of the _women_ at headquarters were seethingbecause they'd been passed over for the position. At the time I'd understood their objections, but of course had kept quiet. "You didn't stay angry for long," I chimed in. "You know why, don't you," said Cam, giving me a sultry look and laying her hand softly on my forearm. I shrugged, and she squeezed my arm slightly as she related to Marsha, "First, you were very sharp. Second, I discovered that you and I had a lot in common…with our theatrical backgrounds and stuff. And third, my friend Sherri went _gaga_ over you." "That's an exaggeration" I said, anxious to stop this line of conversation. When I'd been at the bank, I'd tried to keep my sexual addiction under wraps, which – I was told by my shrink – was a result of my alcoholic mother's verbal abuse that eroded my self confidence in my formative years. I had taken the diagnosis with a shrug of the shoulders. Everyone has a cross to bear; I had a life to prepare for. "Listen to him, Marsha. Here's a WASP god with a Ph.D., an experienced executive, divorced, six foot two and built like a pro athlete, just dripping with sex appeal…and he's modest!" Cam then turned to me and raised her knee, banging it hard on the table's underside and wincing before she pushed it against my thigh. "Sweetie, if I hadn't been married, I would've jumped your bones myself!" She punctuated her statement by signaling a passing waitress for another round of drinks. Marsha declined, saying she had to get back to her office. I stood and shook her hand before she and Cam hugged goodbye, then she left. "Hope I didn't chase off your friend," I said. "Marsha? Oh, no. She's a two-drink person," Cam assured, untangling her legs and raising her knee to see if it'd been bruised on the table. Sitting ninety degrees to my right, her short skirt pulled open as she rubbed her knee, which must have been sore. My lusty eyes looked straight between her legs as her pose revealed – yes! – thigh-high stockings, delectable creamy flesh at their tops, and an inviting triangle of light-colored bikini panties covering her vulva that made me want to drool. She smiled slightly as she caught me looking and very slowly crossed her legs, breaking the stone silence with the sensuous rasp of nylon-against-nylon. "How's Darryl?" I asked, referring to her husband, an attorney that she'd worked full-time to put through law school several years before. She suddenly turned very serious. "Of course, how would you know?" she murmured. "We divorced, Shaun, after I had a baby girl. I'm a single parent now. The whole thing ended up pretty nasty. It nearly destroyed me. Darryl was my life choice," she said absently. I was shocked. As flirtatious as Cam could be…and as consummately _feminine_ …it had been understood by all that her marriage was inviolate. Though I'd known that Darryl had a wandering eye, I'd been convinced that Cam would always be a faithful wife. That was one reason why we'd worked so well together. "I'm truly sorry, Cam," I said, cupping her hand in both of mine. "But, congratulations! A baby girl! I have a daughter, too, from my first marriage. She's almost twenty now." "I remember. Do you ever hear from that woman you were living with? I've forgotten her name…the bisexual one who competed with you for women in your community theatre group?" she asked, saltily. "Haven't for years now, but I'm still into theatre…I do a stage play every now and then, though my software business keeps me awfully busy." "You're probably better off. Sherri said that before you left the bank you were screwing actresses by the dozen. That's the thing that broke her heart. She got married on the rebound after you, y'know…to some rich housing developer from San Diego." "I'm not surprised. Marriage is what she wanted and needed," I said, picturing the lovely, tall blonde as a wealthy businessman's trophy wife. "I liked Sherri, Cam – I mean _really_ liked her – but getting married and starting another family when pushing 40 wasn't on my agenda." I lapsed for a moment into a remembrance of my fabulous sexual experiences with Cam's old girlfriend and former employee of mine. "After you, she got kind of desperate before she left the bank. Of course, I was having problems of my own," said Cam, herself staring blankly ahead as she recalled some distant mental image. "Migawd, look at the time! I've gotta get home and relieve my nanny. Here's my card…will you call me? Your office is out where you live, right?" I wondered how she knew that. "Near there. The reason I'm here is I've got a new insurance client upstairs on the 40th floor," I said, slipping her a card. "I'm here several times a week. My car's downstairs in the underground garage. Can I drop you somewhere?" "That'd be great!" she said, and we hurried out. "I bought a townhouse here in the city…just a dozen blocks away," she puffed as we hastened to the garage elevator. She smiled as we slipped into my Jaguar sedan and crossed her legs again in that sensuous way. "Mmm, business must be good!" she purred, laying her head back against the leather and closing her eyes meditatively. I pulled up to the curb in front of her fairly new, four-story building and said, "See you soon, I hope." "You can bet on it, Shaun," she grinned. Leaning toward me, her hand slipped inside my suit jacket and squeezed my left pectoral as we hugged. Her soft lips grazed my cheek and I felt a glandular thrill as she gave me a peck. "After seeing you, tonight's gonna be a run down memory lane. Bye for now!" All the way home, over dinner and afterward until bed, I daydreamed about those years before… about the stark contrasts of working with my former lover Sherri and her work mate Cam. **Time: Six Years Earlier** My first task on the new job six years before had been to meet my staff, one- on-one. "You realize that there're a lot of bitter people on your staff," said Sherri, on the first day we met in my office. "I'm not surprised," I responded, trying to fix my eyes on hers, rather than her elegant body, as she sat in a side chair next to my desk. I'd worked with women for years yet was never comfortable when dealing with the more attractive ones. Aside from my insatiable sex drive, being a single, divorced man only complicated the problem. That's one reason why I seldom socialized with females at work, leaving my after hours time free for more pleasurable activities. "I'd like to help, if I can," she said, slowly swinging her shapely, nyloned calf up and down as she spoke. My eyes dropped to her long leg immediately – and the stiletto heel that she wore – captive of its seductive rhythm. A golden-blonde with hair cut below her shoulders, she was wearing a tailored maroon, faux-suede business suit with an above-the-knee skirt and an off-white silk blouse that matched her tan, butter-smooth complexion. Her green eyes – outlined in maroon shadow and brown mascara – were unblinking, and one elbow on her knee served as a fulcrum for her to lean her upper body – and her lovely breasts – toward me for emphasis. She noticed me appreciating all of her moves, waited for me to reply, then licked her broad, full lips, making them shine. I cleared my throat, driving the sensuous thoughts from my head, and went back to business. Without telling her, I knew that my first mission was to break up old power bases, reassign people, and urge recalcitrant older employees to retire early or – in the cases of younger, under-productive workers – to get them to look elsewhere for a means of livelihood. I hoped that she wasn't one of the ones I'd have to let go, because she was so damned gorgeous. And, regardless of my impressive title, I'd also been saddled with more responsibility than I had authority. To my disadvantage, therefore, Sherri's simmering sexuality made me vulnerable as an executive, especially given my knee-jerk sexual impulses. "I do need help," I said. "I'm interested in increasing productivity. I've been told that in the past, employee social lives have been liberally mixed with their professional obligations." Her face broke into a half-smile, and I sensed that she'd taken my statement as a sort of challenge. She was one of the bright, ambitious women who'd been hired a while before I arrived, and had bumped her head on the "glass ceiling." She'd been held down by a few incompetent male managers, and was frustrated at not being considered for promotions or rewarding transfers. So, when she and her fellow workers were assigned to me I encountered an atmosphere of incipient rebellion. "You're divorced, aren't you…and living with a woman?" she asked, raking her nails through her thick, golden mane. "I'm impressed. You've obviously done your research," I said smugly, reflecting on my less-than-satisfying relationship with my current, live-in girlfriend, about whom Sherri knew nothing. But I was used to baiting female staff. It'd kept me on my toes for years. I was 37. After getting my Ph.D. in management I'd spent seven years at a think tank, working my way up to second in command of an entire division, made up mostly of women and two lone males. That's one reason why I'd been hired as a VP by the bank; that's also why my advance reputation had ruffled many female feathers. It was assumed that I was a rank sexist. "We'll have to trade war stories," she said. "I've been divorced for four years. We could get acquainted over lunch…or drinks; maybe with Cam and her husband." I knew then that Sherri would be challenging to supervise. In our first meeting alone, meant to introduce ourselves to one another, this 30-year-old divorcee from Chicago had begun her hustle. Very shrewd! I thought, inviting me out with a fellow employee and her husband! I was secretly flattered and a bit intrigued. She was tall and athletic, about 5'10" in heels, and carried a curvaceous 36C-24-38 body that looked as hard as iron. _Built for endurance, a lot like that blonde evening newscaster on CNN_, I thought to myself as I appraised her physically. I looked ahead with some anticipation to the next day when I'd meet the fellow employee she'd just mentioned, the equally impressive Camden. When Camden arrived, I wasn't immediately sure of her agenda, since she nosed around the office rather presumptuously, like a restless, curious animal, getting to know me by observing – sniffing around – my lair. One psychological school of thought would say she was insecure and fearful. "Mind if I just wander for a minute?" she asked, arrogantly, as she sashayed across the room. "This office used to be so boring; you've done some interesting things." She checked out a picture of my daughter on my desk, murmuring, "Cute little girl." She perused a collection of fiction I had in a bookcase separate from my business books, and spent a while reading the name plates on a few trophies, a couple of which were awards for amateur stage acting. While she did this, I pretended to be engrossed in reading a report while sitting on a corner of my desk. I could outwait her. And sure enough, my inattention apparently caused her some discomfort, since she wandered over to me, apparently unused to being ignored. I then led a casual stroll to the two sofas. She eased herself down onto one of them, curling a leg under herself, and I sat across from her in the other. My groin pulsed as I got a great look at her stupendous, muscular lower body. Here was a woman whose sexiness seemed unselfconscious, almost an afterthought. Breaking the silence, I said, "Well, Camden, I'll be direct…". "Please call me Cam," she interrupted. "Okay…Cam…what do you see yourself doing in five years?" She stuttered, for the moment nonplussed. "I…I've never been asked that by a boss before." Then she regained control. "I'd hope at least to be a Vice President…maybe to have your job." "Well, I hope that you do. I can't imagine doing the same job for five years," I said, endorsing her goal. "Any plans for a family?" I asked, knowing that it was an "illegal" question in Human Resources lingo. "Not at the moment," she replied, cautiously. Then she launched into a long description of her life with husband Darryl, their time at college and his law school years, until the present. "You should meet him," she said. "Why don't we go for drinks after work soon so we can really talk! I know Sherri would love to come along, too." The two women had obviously been scheming. I agreed, confident that I could handle two female employees with an ambitious agenda. Two nights later we met at the bar in the basement of the headquarters building. As we drank, Sherri fawned over me, hanging on my every word to the point that even Cam's husband, Darryl, took notice. Not that I cared what he thought, particularly. He struck me as shallow and sneeringly over-confident. He was proud that he'd become a lawyer, though he'd gotten a law degree from an unknown school and his wife had shouldered the financial burden. I also noticed that his eyes followed every attractive woman in the room. A couple of drinks later Cam excitedly agreed to audition in a couple of months for a play that I was going to produce for my community theatre group, since she'd made a point of bragging about her stage experience. I wanted to see how good she truly was on stage, even though it was clear that Darryl was displeased at the prospect of her dabbling in acting now that she was out of college and a working professional. They both left soon thereafter to leave Sherri and me alone together. "Cam's excited about auditioning. Clever of you to ask her," said Sherri. "Do you know them well?" I asked. She hesitated before answering, stirred her drink with her finger, and looked directly at me. " _Very_ __well. Why d'you ask?" "Just curious," I replied. The truth was, I'd sensed something between she and Darryl – a nervous feeling of unspoken familiarity – chiefly from him. "Darryl's very possessive. He likes to be in control," Sherri said. "Well, I'll bet he has his hands full with Cam," I cautioned, which caused her to chuckle. "You'd be surprised. He can be very persuasive," she said. "But what about you? How's your sex life?" "Uhh…fine. I mean, I live with a woman, and we both have friends." I was surprised as to how the conversation had suddenly turned to matters of the flesh. "You mean, you have sex with other people," she said forwardly, to which I blanched. "It's okay, Shaun. My sex life is pretty open, too. I sleep with whomever I wish." "Did you when you were married?" I asked. "No, even though I was tempted and not getting enough sex. My ex-husband was…is…a brain surgeon with a very busy schedule, but I chose to remain faithful. Since I'd always wanted to have children I didn't take a lover…though I was nearly driven to it on more than one occasion." "Probably wise," I mumbled. "Listen, I should go. But first I have to go upstairs and get my laptop before I go to my car." "Mind if I come with you?" she asked, as we both rose from the table. She didn't wait for my answer, instead weaving her arm through mine as we left the bar and made for the elevators upstairs. The building was nearly deserted, so we had to sign in with Security. Inside the empty elevator I stood in a back corner with Sherri next to me. In a flash she turned to me, grabbed my tie and pulled my face to her wide-open mouth for a wet, tonguing kiss. Her firm, tall body came alive in my arms, and she whimpered and I moaned as our hands frantically groped one another's hot spots. We broke as the elevator door opened on our floor. "Whoa," I gasped, as she looked up at me with lidded eyes that could only be described as hungry with lust. I felt light-headed, and it wasn't from the drinks I'd had. "I have to pee before we go any further," she said matter-of-factly, as we stopped outside the women's restroom on the way to our department. "Okay, I'll wait," I said, still sporting half an erection from our clinching in the elevator. "I don't want you to wait," she giggled, pulling me into the restroom, then into the large stall for the handicapped. Arresting me with her green eyes, she locked the door, pulled up her skirt to reveal her succulent, toned loins, and down went her pantyhose as she sat on the toilet. My disbelief at watching this gorgeous female employee pee – and listening to it splash into the bowl – was soon interrupted as she unfastened my belt and dropped my pants. A quick tug at my boxers and my dick – half-hard and rising – looped out from under my shirt tail. "Oooh, Shaun, if only I'd known you were so fine…I wouldn't have waited for two whole days," she crooned as she stroked my thick, 8" probe with one soft hand. "C'mere, lemme taste," she murmured, and parted her hot, wet lips widely to slowly work my hardening cock deeply into her velvety mouth an inch at a time. This was too good to be true, I thought, releasing a groan of pleasure as her head began bobbing to and fro, and moaning as my glans filled the snug cavern at the top of her throat. One of her hands still gripped my prick at its base, while the other pulled off her shoes and pantyhose. The fact that she wore no panties said volumes about her, I'd soon learn. Sherri would always be ready to fuck. I gripped her beautiful face softly to guide her, and soon she was taking my full length into her throat, stopping and cycling back only when her nose pressed against my stomach. My eyes were closed and I faced toward the ceiling in ecstasy, as the slick noises of my dick probing her gullet resounded throughout the room. "Ooohh…Gawwd," I moaned, as she brought me to maximum hardness, then grabbed my hands and placed them on her naked breasts, which she'd bared while first sucking me. I kneaded the large, firm globes softly, and pulled outward on her rubbery nipples, finally getting used to this relative stranger's aggressiveness, as Sherri pulled her mouth off of my angry, veiny member and stroked it languorously. "Look at that!" she exclaimed, seemingly in wonderment, as her expert fingers opened and closed over my spongy glans while she rose off the toilet to stand up. "Sit down, sweetie. I've gotta have you inside me," she whispered. I took her place on the stool and she straddled my knees, then reached up and caressed her shaven labia softly, bringing her moist fingers to my lips to taste her rich nectar as she lowered herself to my erection. A spasm of feeling hit us both as my shaft parted her pussy and I teased it back and forth from her clit to her perineum, causing a drawn-out moan from her before she slowly settled downward, accepting me deeply into her center. For a moment we sat fused, then she began to move in a circular motion, stirring her seething insides with my rampant prick. I clutched her to myself, mouthing one of her nipples, and she brought my head closer so that I could suckle and nibble more of her succulent breast while I palmed the other. I soon abandoned squeezing her tits, however, now more mindful of her hips. Reaching around, I grabbed a buttock in each hand and began helping her lift on and off of my staff, slowly at first but accelerating as we established the familiar rhythm of fucking. "Mmmm…you're so goddam… _wet_!" I muttered into her ear as we sped our movements. "You make…me wet," she gasped. "From the first…time I saw you…I knew I'd fuck you. I was sure…you'd be good!" she said haltingly between plunges. That spurred me on. I began lifting myself off the toilet seat, spearing upward into her cunt as she thrust downward. For many minutes the sounds of our bodies slapping together bounced off the walls and our passionate outcries filled the air with bestial abandon. The smells of our coupling – Sherri's juices and my sweat – intermingled as our loins meshed in a continuous staccato tattoo. After a while I felt her movements falter as she began to contract inside with sudden, involuntary seizures. It was all I could do to stammer out the question: "Gonna cum, baby?" "Oh…ooh…oooh, yeeahh!" she exhaled, whimpering out her answer as she nipped me softly on the side of the neck with her full lips. "I'm gonna…cum so…haaaarrrd! Oh, Gawd…Oh, fuck! Oh, Shaau-uunn!" she screamed as her vagina tightened on my prick with irregular spasms in what felt like a magnificent orgasm. She finished her screaming into my mouth as she kissed me deeply and shuddered into an afterglow until…silence. All was now still as her head lolled on my shoulder, with the only sign of life being my cock, which still pulsed inside her, massaging her cervix. "That was something!" I murmured. She pulled back, looked into my eyes with a dreamy glance, and captured my mouth, drooling into it with her tongue as she whimpered little sounds of post-coital tenderness. "You're still hard," she muttered in a few moments, sliding off my lap and squatting between my knees while once again gripping my stiff prick. "I'm gonna drink your cum," she said, softly, and opened her mouth widely to sink onto me all the way to her tonsils. "C'mon, honey, cum for me. Give it all to me. Cum in my hot mouth. Lemme swallow it. I know you want to," she intoned obscenely, punctuating each short statement with a deep plunge onto my cock. Then, all that was heard was the liquid, smacking sound of her lips as her saliva ran down my balls to pool on the floor a couple of feet beneath her bobbing head. I looked down at this beautiful woman whom I hardly knew, and she was staring up at me with glazed green eyes. I groaned as she fondled my balls with one hand and jacked me in a corkscrew motion with the other hand outside her vacuuming mouth. Her smooth, fair face was misshapen as she'd dropped her tongue and opened her throat to me to noisily accept my root. I reached down to softly caress her cheeks as she continued to pleasure me, and she growled deeply in her larynx, shaking her blonde head rapidly like a puppy with a toy in its jaws. My breathing began to rasp as I gritted my teeth to forestall an orgasm. Sherri noticed this and pulled her mouth off of me to slowly stroke my full length with both hands in tandem. "Oooh, Sherri," I moaned, unable to think of anything better to say. "Yeah, baby, cum for me," she soothed encouragingly, holding my corona just below her lower lip and slipping her fingers wetly over it. "C'mon…cum on my face…cum in my mouth," she cooed agonizingly softly as the tingles began in my lower legs. "C'mon, Shaun…gimme your sweet cum," she whispered after spitting a healthy glob of saliva on my glans and rubbing it down the shaft. "Yeah…yeah…yeah," I gasped as I finally gave in to my rising climax. "I'm…aahooh, fuck!" I bellowed as her slow-moving, relentless hands took me over the edge. The first of many splashes bolted from me as a single rope of cum looped up over her face to leave a broad, sticky streak from her chin to the part in her hair. She then moved to her knees from her squatting position and pulled my cock down to nest its tip just inside her pink lower lip as her hands continued to milk me. "Uh-huh, uh-huh…uh-huh," she voiced as I fired shot after shot into her demanding mouth. Her tongue stirred my load, as I continued to pump semen onto it, which she did for my visual benefit. Finally, as I shuddered to stillness, she swallowed the entire mouthful with a resounding gulp. As I leaned back fully relaxed, she ran a finger down her face, gathering the spunk that had splashed there, and licked the digit clean. "Feel free to get used to that," she said, smugly, as she got up and kissed me lightly, exhaling the laundry bleach-like odor of semen into my face. "It's just the beginning." No one has spoken more prophetic words, as they launched a steamy affair that Sherri and I carried on for the next many months. It was devoted purely to sex and – unlike previous relationships that I'd had – it was with a subordinate employee who had no hesitation about fucking me anytime, anywhere. Every venue was fair game, in my car in the parking garage, in my office after hours, or standing under the bleachers at a weekend company softball game. Though she said that it was only to keep me interested, I couldn't help but wonder if Sherri was a slave – as I'd always been – to ravenous, sexual appetites. _Watch for Chapter 2, coming soon! In the meantime, please vote and send feedback. Many thanks._ |
Internet dating is interesting; you never know just who you will meet. Recently, I went on a memorable first date; one that seems to have awoken a part of me I didn't have any idea about. We were at a Japanese restaurant, sitting on the floor at one of those low tables. It had been his choice, and I hadn't known ahead of time where we were going or I might have dressed differently. I was wearing a skirt with boots and no panties (I just like how it feels), which made sitting modestly a difficult proposition. Half way through dinner, my legs started cramping and I needed to stretch. I have long legs, and in the tight space, I accidentally kicked him. He stopped eating, ignoring my apology, then leaned down and peeked under the table. When he came back up, there was a look in his eyes. "Put your other leg over here, and scoot your ass all the way to the edge of the pillow." I stared at him for a minute, trying to decide if he was kidding or not, then I did it. His face was not giving me any clues, but then he told me to stick my fingers in my wet pussy, then smear my juices on my lips. Uh! I felt blood surge into my cunt, and I couldn't breathe for a second. I didn't know where this was leading, and I wasn't sure I wanted to play this game, but I went along with it because I couldn't not. As soon as I painted my lips, smelling my salty scent, he reached under the table and I felt his thumb in my ass and all four fingers of his other hand in my cunt. I couldn't help it--I let out a gasp, and he added 2 fingers to the thumb in my ass as he ordered softly, "You stay quiet. Not a sound." I was about to cum already, and staying quiet was not an option. Little moans leaked through my clenched teeth as he worked all his fingers in and out, slow and then fast. Hearing that, he stopped moving and took his hands out of my holes and stood up: "We're done, get up." I didn't want to leave--we hadn't finished eating, and I was dripping! So I just sat there, turning red, hoping he would sit back down and not embarrass me further. No such luck. He came around and stood behind me, put his hand around my throat and leaning down to my ear, said, "Get up right now before I drag you out on your ass." I believed him, so I got up, stumbling a little as the feeling came back into my legs. He pulled a large bill out of his wallet, threw it on the table, and guided me to the door, his hand digging into my upper arm. He got me outside, pushed me a few yards down the street where the lights weren't as bright, and said,"Lean against the wall with your skirt pulled up over your ass." I leaned into the rough wall, but only pulled my skirt up to the edge of the cheeks; he was on me in a second with a hard slap to the ass and a yank on my skirt--it was now up around my ribs, my ass stinging in the cool night air. "Listen to me, or pay the consequences. Now I want to fuck your ass--bend over more." I started to protest--I'd had anal sex before (although not often), and I knew that no lube meant it would hurt. I decided saying anything might make it worse, so I complied, sticking my ass out further. He came close, and did me the kindness of rubbing my clit, getting things loosened up a little, then I felt his head at my tight hole. He popped the head in, and as I drew a breath, he drove the shaft home. I moaned, pain and pleasure mingling, and he didn't tell me to be quiet so I moaned more loudly. I wondered why he wasn't telling me to be quiet, when I realized we had attracted some attention: he wanted me to make noise, for that very reason. As I glanced over my shoulder, I could see a couple, standing still as if they weren't sure what they were seeing was real. I moaned again as he reached up and pinched my nipple hard, and I could see the man move closer. They were young, probably early 20's, dressed casually as if they had strolled down to their neighborhood bar for a drink and were now on their way home to fuck. That's what went through my imagination, anyway. My date started pumping harder, and my gasps and moans came faster and louder; I couldn't pay attention to the couple any longer, my body demanded my full attention. His fingers found my grasping pussy, and filled me as I started to cum. My knees buckled as he pushed me harder against the wall, his hands in my hair as my face scraped the brick. I heard his orgasm take him, then, "This is what you're good for, this is what you need". Silently I assented; yes. I wanted this, and I needed it. He stepped back, a squelching sound coming from my ass as he pulled out, and then I heard him say, "See something you like?" I looked over my shoulder to see that the man had moved much closer; the girl was still farther back, but had also moved closer, as if in spite of herself. The young guy nodded, but didn't speak. "Fuck her ass if you want to; I left her full for you", I heard my date say. A spasm went through my cunt at his words; it was one thing to be fucked by him, a man I knew at least a little about, but by a stranger, on the street? Like a dog? Then I heard the girl's voice, high and quivery: "I want to leave now. Come on." My date laughed; "You aren't leaving. Come over here and let me see your pussy. I'm sure you're dripping by now." I heard her gasp, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her turn away, as if to leave. Then her man spoke: "Alissa, come over here. It's okay." His tone was gentle, but I could tell he was turned on--his voice sounded rough, and I could hear him breathing deeply. She protested, and he said again, "Come here", this time a little less gently. My date prompted the younger guy, "Don't worry about your lady, this slut needs her ass fucked--she's going to dry out if you don't take her soon." He stepped closer to me and slapped my ass: "Bend over and get ready." I bent over, afraid and turned on; then I felt a warm, hard hand on my pussy, and another hand on my ass, stroking my cheeks. "Alissa, come over here. Touch her pussy." I closed my eyes, feeling incredibly aroused at the thought of that happening, but also afraid that she wouldn't want to. Finally I felt a small cold hand fluttering at the top of my pussy hair, and then I could tell he had taken her hand in his, shoving all their combined fingers into me. I didn't want to scare her, but I had to groan--I wished I could see their faces, to see their reactions. My date stood to my left, watching everything, but not taking part--I was enjoying the young couple, but missed his firm control of the situation. I wanted him to step in and make things happen a little more intensely, but didn't know how to ask. Turns out he was also a mind reader, as I heard, "Now fuck her. Your friend can keep playing with her pussy, or she can come over here and let me play with hers. I have big hands--I'll take care of her." I looked over my shoulder to see the young woman biting her lips--her little hand was still in my pussy. I whispered, "Let him, he'll make you feel good", and hoped my date hadn't heard me. He hadn't said not to talk, but I just figured I wasn't supposed to. Next I felt the warm hands again, holding my ass as a big cock nosed my hole-- I was still a little slippery with my date's cum, but I could tell this guy was bigger, and my sphincter tightened involuntarily. "Come here", my date ordered, and I felt her hand leave my pussy as the girl slowly made her way around us to stand next to her man. I heard, "Open your pants", followed by the sound of her zipper--it was getting harder to hear, as the guy had gotten his cock inside me and was starting to pump. He felt so good--the cum still inside me was squishing out with each push and pull, and the earthy smell of my ass mixed with the bleachy smell of cum filled the air around us. "Do you like this?" I heard his soft, deep voice behind me; I nodded, then he asked, "Can I cum in you?" I nodded again. "I don't know why you're doing this, but I want you to know, I will never forget it." He started to pump harder, as he leaned in closer and whispered, "Do you guys do this a lot?" I didn't have the words to explain that this was our very first date, so I just nodded again. He grabbed my hair as his orgasm hit him; he was louder than my date, which set me off as well. As he finished and pulled out, I could feel cum running down my legs in rivers. I wanted to clean myself off, but with what? As I straightened up, I became aware of soft whimpers coming from the girl; I half-turned and saw her bent over at the waist, getting her pussy thoroughly worked by my date. Her legs were shaking and I could tell it wouldn't be long. Just then, my date pulled his hands out of her pants and said to the young guy, standing behind me, "Okay, take her home and finish this. Fuck her in the ass, and remember us. Maybe you'll try this yourselves sometime." The girl's face was priceless--her mouth hung open in a perfect O of disappointment and disbelief. The guy nodded to my date, then turned his head and looked at my face for the first time--"Thank you", he mouthed, and then grabbing his girl by the arm, her pants still open, he turned and pulled her back in the direction they'd come. My date and I stood there for a minute, looking at each other, then he said, "Let's go. My cock needs to be sucked", and turned toward where we were parked. I hesitated for a moment--I lived nearby, and I could get myself home if I wanted to--then I followed him toward whatever came next. Friday Jack sighed as he pulled into his driveway. It had been a long day. A long week. He switched off the car engine and stared out of the window at his house. Jack was glad to be home and, for the first time this week, he was glad Anna was coming round to see him. He hadn't seen her all week. She had been away from work for a week's holiday and had visited friends up north until today. He was feeling excited about seeing her. The stirrings in his stomach down to his cock had been distracting him all day. Jack hadn't masturbated all week which he'd found extremely difficult. He had been close on many occasions whilst daydreaming about his visit to Ellie's adult shop. He had even thought about popping in to see Ellie at some point to see her but thought better of it. He stepped out of the car and trudged up to the door. Anna was due to be here in around 30minutes so he thought he should shower first. Jack opened the door, dropped his keys on the table and let the door close behind him. No mail. Jack dropped his briefcase and made his way upstairs to the shower. He needed a long shower tonight in order to wash the stresses of the week away. 25minutes later, Jack heard the doorbell. He was halfway through drying so he wrapped the towel around his waist to cover his modesty and jumped down the stairs, two at a time. He felt better after the shower had soaked the Friday feeling into his skin. He opened the door and his mood hit its peak for the week: it was Anna. Her hair was loose and down to her back. It had a natural slight wave to it. It was very dark and framed her perfect, pretty face. Her eyes, big and brown, had an innocent look to them but Jack knew her too well now to know how innocent she actually was. She was wearing a red cotton vest which had straps over her shoulders. The cut led down to the beginnings of her cleavage and it clung to her breasts perfectly. Anna had on skin tight denim jeans which really clung to her legs. They made her legs look even longer than they normally did. She wore black high heels that pushed her whole body upright, forcing her chest up and out. She was so beautiful and sexy all at the same time. "Wow. That's a great way to welcome me home. I missed seeing that body." Anna announced at the door. She was smiling and her eyes flashed as she looked at Jack's wet torso. "Come in sexy," Jack said, "how was your week?" Anna stepped inside and he closed the door behind her. She moved into his kitchen and he followed behind whilst watching her sexy arse in her skin tight jeans. Her perfect pert cheeks were kept snug by the tight denim. The dark denim material made its way under each cheek forming two perfect globes. She placed two bags down on the kitchen table and turned to face him. "Oh Jack, I had a good time. I have missed you though," she smiled at him, "my friends were so much fun. My friend Daisy has split with another boyfriend...again." Anna took out a bottle of wine from one of the bags, "she is not able to hold onto a man for any longer than a fortnight. I don't know why. She was glum but perked up after a few cocktails." Anna had unpacked the first bag. It was full of various food, ready for their weekend together. The other bag had some neatly folded spare clothes for her weekend stay with Jack. "But, how was your week?" she queried lightly. "It was...well... the usual. Busy. You know how it is." he sighed as he responded. She looked carefully at him. He did look as though it had been a tough week, it always was for him. She smiled, "don't worry Jack, it's the weekend now." He smiled back and instantly felt better. It was as though she had a magic spell over him and anything she said, or did, felt good. "Jack? There's a box in the boot of my car, could you bring it in for me please. No peeking though...it's your present." Anna giggled as she spoke. "Present," he repeated, "you shouldn't have bought me a present." "I ordered it last week and it arrived yesterday," she clarified, "it's just something I saw and thought of you." Jack moved out towards the car. The boot was already unlocked and he pulled up the metal hood. The present was a big brown box around a metre and a half in length. It was sealed pretty securely. He hoisted it up - not realising it was heavier than first looked - shut the boot and moved inside. Anna was upstairs when he closed the front door. "Can you bring it up here please?" she shouted from upstairs. Jack climbed the stairs carrying the awkward package to the top and turned into his bedroom. Anna was placing her spare clothes on the dressing table, "pop it on the bed and I'll unwrap it so can you go out of here and get dressed please?" There was a hint of playful begging in her voice. He placed the box on the bed, "ok, let me know when I can come in," Jack said. "Ok," she turned around to the package, "don't go too far." Jack left the room and moved to his spare room which was also his dressing room. He had just filled it with wardrobes from floor to ceiling and chests of drawers. He lived alone and still had a spare room after using up this one just for clothes. Jack dressed (shorts and a loose fitting shirt) sprayed and made himself respectable by running his hand through his hair. 'Not bad,' he thought. "Jack, you can come in now," Anna shouted, "but close your eyes as you enter." Jack opened the door to his bedroom and then closed his eyes. He walked in and felt his way blindly to the edge of the bed. He heard Anna sniggering on the bed in front of him. The anticipation was killing him now. "Ok, Jack," she quietly said, "open your eyes." Jack opened his eyes and saw that Anna was laying on her side on the edge of his bed. She, too, had changed. She was wearing a satin nightie. It had thin straps over her shoulders and the shiny grey material tucked in tightly around her breasts so their outline and shape was very easy to make out. Again, he could see the top of her cleavage. The nightie stopped just below her sexy arse. Her naked legs on show as she lay there. Then Jack looked at what was laying beside her. It looked as though it was longer than a metre but shorter than the size of the box. It was a fake female torso. It had no head or arms but the body and shape was damn near perfect. It was made of a creamy, flesh coloured soft material. It had full breasts that were pushed together with a narrow channel down the middle of them. The nipples were very erect too. Further down the torso, there was a perfectly formed pussy with lifelike lips and a small clitoris just above a hole. Below that, was another hole. A sweet and tight looking puckered arsehole. Jack was wide eyed and flabbergasted. Anna looked up at him with that sexy look she often had when naughtiness was due to occur. "Jack, I had so much fun the last time we met and I wanted to repay the favour." She stroked over on of the sex toy's fake breasts, circling her finger around the nipple, "I spoke to Ellie and she suggested this." She then grabbed the breast she was fondling, More than a good handful. Jack's heartbeat sped up. He looked down at the scene in front of him and he felt the stirring in his cock. "Let's play," Anna said, "take off your clothes," she demanded. Jack slipped his shorts down (he had decided on going commando) and then pulled the shirt up and over his head. He stood on front of Anna completely naked. His cock beginning to grow semi erect. Anna stared at his cock and bit her lip "ohhh, wow, that cock. I'd forgotten what it looked like." She said in a longing, sexy voice. "Wait there Jack," Anna said and she got up and straddled the torso, "look at how fantastic these breasts are. They are bigger and firmer than mine." Both hands started stroking and gently caressing the fake breasts, "ohhh Jack, they feel sexy." Jacks cock was growing to its full erect state. Anna watched his cock grow. She then lowered her head and her mouth hovered over one of the nipples. She looked up at Jack, "I want to suck one of these erect nipples. It's my first time. Watch..." she whispered. Anna lowered her mouth over a nipple and placed the flat of her tongue directly over the nipple. She licked across it and it instantly went wet. She pursed her lips tightly together and sucked the nipple from its base to the top and out of her mouth. "Mmmm, Jack, I love how that tastes in my mouth. Fuck, I was aroused as soon as I walked in here, now I'm wet. If I..." she started to lower her hips down and grind her pussy backwards and forwards over the fake naked body, "...oooh...yes...that's good. Right on my clit." Jack was fully erect now. His cock was pointing at Anna writhing on the fake torso. He shuffled around behind her and watched transfixed. Anna's pussy was grinding down on the fake pelvic bone on the torso. He could see Anna's sexy arse just above the fake pussy lips. It looked as though the torso was moving to meet Anna's thrusts. "Ohhh god...fuck that's good...so good. It's like she's fucking me Jack...mmm...ohhhh." Jack watched, transfixed. He could see Anna's breast bouncing as she rode the toy. Her nipples were clearly erect and visible through the soft satin. "Oohhh...god...mmmm...I'm close. Don't stop.." Suddenly Anna slowed down to a stop and shuffled backwards off the torso. She looked down at where she had been grinding and there was a slight wet patch. "Ohh...Jack...she almost made me cum. Fuck I'm so aroused right now," she looked at his cock straining and pulsing. The head of his cock was really standing out now, "it looks as if you are too Jack," Anna whispered. She lowered her face down towards the fake pussy lips. "Look at this pussy Jack. I can see the clit too." Anna looked up at Jack and smiled, "I've never licked a pussy Jack. Shall I try it now?" Anna stuck the tip of her tongue out as if to lick the pussy lips. Jack groaned and his cock pulsed. Pre-cum started to dribble down. "What?" Anna said as she watched, "I'm just telling you that I haven't tasted a pussy before." With that she licked from the base of one pussy lip up to the clit. She then started again with the other side. She looked up at Jack as she repeated the movement. "Am I doing it right Jack? Is this how you lick a pussy?" Anna looked at him coyly. "Show me Jack. Come and show me how to do it." Jack moved over to the bed and Anna sat up onto her knees. Jack lowered his mouth down to where Anna had just been. He stuck the tip of his tongue out to lick the lips. He could taste the warmth of Anna's spit on the lips. They were wet already. Anna had sat up and lifted her satin nightie so her pussy was on show. She slid a finger down to her own pussy and started to rub around her own clit. Jack was watching intently whilst licking the fake pussy. Anna shuffled on her knees so she was close to Jack's eyes. He could see close up that her clit was protruding and clearly visible. She was aroused, he could see her glistening lips and the opening to her pussy. Jack could smell her and feel the warmth from her pussy and her skin. She was speeding up "ffffuck Jack...that's so...mmm...fucking sexy. Look how wet...ohhh...mmmm...I am!" Anna moaned. Jack was desperate to touch his cock. He felt the material of his bed rub against the head of his cock. He moved his hips to slide the head of his cock against his bed. Anna moved to straddle the torso again. She lifted her leg over the torso and sat astride it facing the breasts again, away from Jack. She continued to rub her pussy faster, "ohhhh...nnnggg...I want to cum Jack...I've waited all...fuck me that's sooo good...I've waited to cum Jack. I want you to cum with me...ohhhhh FUCK!" She groaned. Jack was so close to her pussy and he could also see her tight little arsehole. He watched her fingers rubbing her pussy slow circles and then suddenly speeding up and then slow again. She was teasing herself to orgasm. "Mmmmmnnn...Sit up on the bed Jack...fffffuuuckkk...grab that cock," she instructed, "do...ohhh...you want to fuck that pussy...mmmm...Jack?" Jack instantly knelt up facing Anna's sexy arse. He grabbed his cock and pointed it at the fake pussy. He was so close to Anna's pussy too. Jack was so tempted to slide it into Anna's wet pussy. Just to bend her right over and bury his cock in her wet pussy. He thought he would get one good thrust before filling her pussy with cum. The thought started to overwhelm him and he edged closer to her pussy. "Jack...god I'm so close...ffffuuckk...Jack, stroke your cock Jack. Ohhhh...cum on that pussy...nnnnggg." Jack began stroking his cock. His pre-cum had dribbled on the fake pussy. His balls were tightening. Anna's hand was furiously rubbing her clit and her hips were moving in rhythm with her hand. Her breathing was deep and short. He knew she was close. Suddenly she reached back with her other hand and used a finger to gently circle her tight arsehole. That was it. The sensation was too much for her. "OHHHH SSSSSHHHIT...FFFUUUCK...I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING...NNNNNGGGG..." she screamed. Jack could see her pussy lips shaking. Her other finger pressed onto her tight arsehole and stayed where it was, pressing down. Jack started to cum. It shot out of his cock. A week of built up cum. It spattered across the fake pussy and also onto Anna's pussy. She moaned loudly when she felt his warm cum on her body, "mmmmm...fffffuck me!" The cum kept spurting as he slowly fucked his hand and it spurted onto her arse and over the finger covering her arsehole. She massaged the cum around her arsehole and around her pussy lips. She hadn't looked backwards the whole time and she kept on stroking and moving her hips. Jack also kept stroking, milking the cum from his cock as it dribbled over the fake pussy lips. "Fuck, Jack. You make me so horny," Anna managed to say through her shortened breaths, "fuck me, my pussy is so sensitive." Jack stopped stroking and looked at his erection, it was still solid. "Do you like your present Jack? I can't wait to use this again. Can you?" Anna groaned. She stepped over the torso and looked at the mess, "time for a shower, want to watch?" She winked at him whilst looking at his still erect cock. Jack was in shock over the intense orgasm that had washed over his body. He managed a smile and a nod of the head then fell backwards onto the bed. Come to me, my love; come to me and take me upon sheets of splendor… lay me open with my body propped up on my pillows. Bury your face between my thighs and taste me there… kiss my lips and bring me to the brink of orgasm… take your tongue and lick me there. Feel the fire flow from inside me… taste me there. Suck lightly on that little pink nub that excites me beyond measure. Squeeze me within your strong hands, feel me convulse beneath the tickle of your tongue working its magic on me. Hear me, lover. Hear how you bring so much pleasure to me, how you make me feel like a real woman. Hear as I moan to you my distinct joy in the sensations you bring to the surface. Listen to me as I call out your name and my breathing becomes labored… hear how my heart races in my chest… feel how my thighs tremble from the onslaught of climax brought on by you and your touch. Let me tell you again how I love the way I feel when you touch me inside… see how the love flows from me on to your waiting tongue. Reach up and stroke my nipples. See how they respond to your fingers. Extending their little pink noses to be pinched lovingly between your two fingers. Feel how they grow hard between your fingertips. See how they reach outward, reaching and stretching to the utmost limits of the flesh there. Lick the insides of my thighs and feel the emotions you evoke from being so near to me here. Can you smell the scent of me, there on your lips and in your mustache? Do you know how much I enjoy the sensations you send through my body? Come to me lover. Come to me. Kiss my belly and work your way up to my nipples where you can suck them into your mouth. Feel how they harden under the hot wetness of your lips and tongue. Feel the way they respond to your wet mouth. I ache and my nipples ache to be sucked by you. Place your hand between my thighs and feel the spasms therein as you kiss me on my throat and neck. Suck my neck, love. Give me hickies and make me cum against your hand. Do you feel me love? Do you taste me upon your lips? Can you feel the blood pulsing thru my veins? Touch me. Kiss me. Taste me. Love me. I want to give you everything I can. All that I am, I will give you. Pull my hair and hold me close as you kiss me. Make my lips sore from your kiss and your suckling… possess me love, possess me… Let me kiss your nipples and trace my hands down your belly. Let me take your balls in my hands and massage them gently. Let me stroke your flesh between my fingers, pull you gently and expertly into my mouth. I want to kiss your cock there from the tip to the base. I want to take you into my mouth and run my tongue around the ridge of the head and up and down the shaft. Let me circle it with the tip of my tongue and bring you to a frenzied place where orgasm is yours. I want to drink you in like an exotic and erotic drink. Mmmm, yes, baby, let me drink you in. swallow you deep. I want to feel you rock against me. Holding my head in close to you as you cum in my mouth. Yes, baby, cum for me. Let me taste you again. I want to feel the flow of heat from you… warm me baby, warm me with your essence. I want to take my hands and run my fingernails up and down the backs of your thighs while I hold you in my mouth. I want to squeeze your butt cheeks with my hands and pull you deeper into my mouth. I want you to feel the heat of my mouth against you, holding you tight there; feel my breath against your groin and your lower belly as I suck you into a frantic dance of passion. Grind yourself against me love, pull my head closer, rock against me again as you cum again… don’t hold back from me. Give it to me and let me bring you pleasure. Collapse beside me on my bed. Let me kiss you on the mouth and let me taste my essence there on your lips. Mmmm, love, the combination of urgency and passion tastes sweet upon your mouth. I want to experience all that you will give me… Come to me… Come to me… Come to me… |
It seems like all guys come pre-programmed with the same questions when it comes to dating and sex. There seems to be a standard group of questions that guys who I've dated ask at some point or another. In this first writing, I'll tell you the answers to the most common questions that I have been asked. The point of this is so that if you are one of the people who have ever asked a question like this to your girlfriends, then perhaps you would like a truly candid answer from me. The dialog here is loosely based on one that I had with one guy that I was dating, but some of the questions were also taken from both a few IM chats, a couple of dates and phone conversations. I'm from Riverside California. My parents had a drycleaners and usually weren't home. This left my older sister and I free to do whatever we wished... just so long as homework was done and the house was clean. I started dating at the age of 12, and lost my virginity a year later. The guy was a year older than I, but was sweet and gentle. I lost it in my own bedroom on a Saturday afternoon. "What was it like for you your first time?" If I remember correctly, he was about 5'9" and skinny as a rail. He was about six inches long. Really average size. I went down on him for only about a minute and decided that I didn't like it, so I laid on my back and he rolled on top. It really hurt as he began to go in, but he was very gentle and took it very slow. He had to try eight times to break my hymen, but on the ninth try, I felt the searing pain in from my pussy as he tore through. His cock felt really big inside me. I felt like I was tearing as he slowly pushed in. It felt like his member was pushing through my stomach as he finally hilted himself in me. I think it took us an hour for that first push... is that a record, anyone? So yeah,as of this writing, I am 29 years old. I've had my share of dating, going out, one night stands and even rape. Yeah, rape. (Told you I was candid!) "How many guys have you been with?" Honestly, I don't really remember. There were times I wouldn't be with anyone, and times I was seeing three guys at once. I never kept count of all of them. All I know is that I was on a quest for love and "prince charming," and I kept meeting people until I found one. "Did you have a lot of sex?" Duuuuh... That's a no brainer, but guys still ask me. Sure. I had sex with the ones that I thought were fuckable, and I made love to those who deserved it. I hope you see the difference between the two. "Did you ever do a girl-girl?" A few times, but I really prefer a cock over a pussy - Hahaha! I mean, another girl can be fun and rather exciting, but it takes a man to make me get off and cum! "What kind of guy do you look for?" I really don't care too much about appearances. I have dated real geeks, Muscle builders and fat guys. I prefer men who look at my face first than my tits. "How big are your tits, are they real?" Yes, they are real. I am a 32C. I began developing around 12 and reached my 36C size when I was 15. I don't want to get implants or any enlargements as many men have told me that they are like a model's boobs. Perfect and perky. I love it when men play with them! "So, how many men have you done at once?" What do you take me for??? A Slut? Hahaha! Truthfully, I have had a couple MMF threesomes and a few MFF threesomes. I tried a FFF once, but that was boring and it left me terrible horny for cock. "Did you do any anal or double penetration?" Yeah, I had one in my ass as I sat on him, facing away, and the other in my cunt. We tried me sitting on top of one and the other behind, but he was too big, and my ass couldn't stretch to accommodate him. "REALLY??? How big was he?" He was about 9" long and as thick as a redbull can... remember, we are talking about a virgin ass here. "What was the biggest cock you have had?" The biggest cock, hmmm.... I would have to say that it was one guy that I met in Highschool. He was in his 30's. I was in my freshman year. We met at a college party that one of my friend's brother was having at his place. This guy took me in my friend's bro's bedroom after I asked if I could see if it was really that big. It was as big around at the base as my forearm right by the elbow or as big as a 22oz beer can! He was 11 or 12 inches long and had a head that was as big as my fist! I tried to go down on him, but he tore the sides of my mouth as he got a little too excited. He came all over my face! That, by the way was the first time I let a guy cum on my face too. We went back to his place and quickly went up to his bedroom. We tried missionary, but it wouldn't fit without too much pain. Then we tried me sitting on him, but that took so long, my legs got tired. Finally, the only thing that kind of worked was Doggie. I had to plant my face in the bed, tilting my hips back and spreading my legs as wide as they would go. I put a pillow under my waist to support my hips. He tore me on the top and bottom of my cunt as he got his head inside. It took him an hour to get half his cock in me, and another 30 minutes to get all the way in as far as he could. He still had two inches still out of me, but his cock was just too big at the base for me. I couldn't take it. I got kind of used to it, but every time he would pull back, it felt like he was pulling my stomach out with him, and every time he pushed it was just painful stretching. I finally ended up giving him a hand job because my pussy hurt too much. "Was he black?" No, surprisingly... He was half White, a quarter Native American, and a quarter Hispanic. "Did you have a lot of men with big cocks? Do you like them?" Well, that is a very loaded question. I have been with men who have been no bigger than a thumb, and as big as the one I wrote about above. I have had many that were over eight inches, but even more who were under six. As far as I prefer, I would have to say between six and eight are a good length, and as big around as four fingers put together in a square. It doesn't hurt, but feels great! By the way, no guy who was over eight inches could ever make me cum. The guy who had the thumb size one had me Cumming until I squirted twice. I have only ever squirted for two guys. Him and my husband. "What was the biggest you have ever had in your ass? Now that belonged to an Asian guy. He was about eight inches long and as big as six fingers around. He also holds the record for most cums and longest sex. "Really??? How much and how long?" We had sex for seven hours straight, only pausing when he came or I came. He wouldn't go soft after he came! I had to get him to come 12 times to make him finally go soft. I hurt down there for two weeks. I couldn't piss or poop right for two weeks after that encounter. "He came 12 times???" Yeah, he was the only one who got me pregnant (abortion). He came in my cunt seven times, my ass twice and my mouth once. The other two were from going down on him. "Since you are Asian, are you into hentai?" If the trust is there, like with my husband. I let him tie me to a sawhorse face down a couple days ago. He did me with dildos, spanked me, and had his way with me. I am into bondage and roll play with the right person too. I have acted as a nurse, a mistress, schoolgirl and more. Mostly for my husband though. "What is the weirdest thing that you have ever had to do?" My husband once tied me to the kitchen table and ate dinner on me. He placed a candle in my mouth and told me not to let it go. That was the weirdest, but most erotic experience I have ever had. "Do you have nude photos or sex videos?" There are a couple of my ex'es that have pictures, but nothing pro and my husband doesn't wish for me to display myself. I have webcammed a couple times if that counts. "When going down, do you spit or swallow?" It really depends on the mood, and how much I like the guy. "Do you own any toys?" Haha! I have a couple, yes... a couple viberators, a few vib-eggs, but nothing special. "Do you like anal sex?" I don't mind it if the guy is not too big. It really doesn't do anything for me, so if I consent, then it really is for the guy's pleasure. "You said you were raped, what happened?" This is the only thing that I don't like talking about. "Do you have any deep dark secrets?" Sure, don't we all? Honestly, I'll tell you one. I ended up sleeping with one boyfriend's brother at a party. I was too drunk to care. The worst part was that the next morning, I woke up with my boyfriend and his brother taking advantage of me. I quit that relationship right away. "Wow, you have done a lot!" This statement really gets to me. I take it that the guy thinks I'm a slut or something. I actually have always viewed myself as a liberal type. I look for love, and when it finds me, I take it. So it never really lasted until I met my husband. He, by the way wanted me to write this. I have written other stories, but those are already out on the net. Hope you have enjoyed this. Just so you know, if you have questions that you have been dying to as, ask me. I'll put together another Q and A text like this one when I have enough. Anna. |
**** **IV – Alpha Territorial** Kaylee skipped cheerleading practice later that day. She told Audrey to tell the coach she wasn't feeling good. Technically, it was the truth; she felt sick to her stomach, but it wasn't exactly because of the flu. It was more self-induced. Kaylee darted inside the library, but Luke wasn't there. She tried calling him on her cell phone, but it went straight to voice mail. She listened to his entire 'leave a message' spiel, but right when she was about to leave a message she chickened out and hung up. Throughout the rest of the day and even into the night, she tried calling several more times, each one met without any luck. After the eighth or ninth call (she admitted to herself that she lost count), Kaylee finally decided to leave a message. Taking a deep breath after the beep prompted her, she said, "Hi, Luke. I..., just wanted..., to say I-I'm sorry. I hope that, um, please call?" She hung up and sighed. _That went well,_ she sarcastically thought to herself. _Very professional._ The next morning, Kaylee lingered by her locker as long as she could, hoping to catch Luke in the hallway. She silently cursed under her breath as the last bell rang, realizing that not only would she be late to her first period class, but also that Luke was a no-show. "Nice of you to join us, Miss Reed," Mr. Scott, one of the youngest teachers in the high school, told her as he continued to write the daily assignment up on the board. "Sorry," she said softly, sliding into her seat next to Audrey. "Kaylee," Audrey whispered, "You've got to pull it together." "Am I that obvious," Kaylee whispered back. Audrey gave her a 'well, duh' nod. "Look, I saw you hanging out by his locker. Just give it time. He'll eventually show up, you apologize, and then get on with your life. Or, just do what the old Kaylee would do and say fuck it." Kaylee didn't even acknowledge her comment. She instead tried to refocus her efforts to the teacher, looking straight ahead towards the board. Her effort was unsuccessful as she somehow looked past it, distantly staring off at nothing. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this new Kaylee is growing a heart," Audrey said with a slight upward curve to her lips. Kaylee even managed to crack the smallest of smiles. "Yeah, three sizes too big," she said sarcastically. Audrey's face brightened. She exclaimed, "I love the Grinch!" "Shut up." \--- "Why won't you tell me what's going on, babe," Bradley asked impatiently. "You've been moping for the last couple of days. Even the last couple of nights – I mean, I would have thought you'd actually be happy hanging out with me." He took her hand in his, walking her to the next class. "I am, Bradley. I told you," Kaylee said, annoyed with the constant questions. "It's... It's nothing." "Bullshit, Kaylee. Is this about your dad again?" Kaylee sighed, trying to ignore him. "Is it about your grades?" Her eyes flickered, just enough to tip her hand. "Oh, it's your grades. Don't worry about it, babe. You stress too much. Besides, with all of the studying you've been doing lately, you'll be fine." She sighed again, "It's NOT my grades." Well, that was partially true. "Then what is it, is it me? You've been acting this way since Tuesday." Bradley was starting to get frustrated. Kaylee groaned quietly. She knew she'd have to tell him something to get him off her back. "No, it's not you, Brad-LEY," emphasizing the last part of his name. "It's Luke. Now just drop it." "Luke Patton? That nerd that's been staring at you in the locker bay since freshman year? What'd he do?" Bradley was getting fired up. "Look, he didn't do anything. He tutored me a few times, and it didn't work out. Wait... and what do you mean he's been staring at me since freshman year? No he hasn't. I think he's gay." Bradley shook his head, "If by gay you mean he wants your hot little ass, then sure, whatever. The only reason I haven't pounded him yet for looking at you like all the other nerds is he's a loser with no chance and he's stayed clear of you. But I swear, if he's hurt you or went all perv on you..." "Bradley! Just DROP it," Kaylee exclaimed as she stopped and threw his hand down. "Just... just, no." She put her hands up in the air, signaling for him to stop. "Look, thanks for walking me to class. I'm not doing anything tonight after choir. Call me then. I'll be in a better mood." She kissed Bradley on the lips and walked inside. "What the fu..." He shook his head and walked off. \--- "I don't think I've ever seen you miss class before. You must have really been sick," Aaron said, talking while chewing a bite from his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "You have no idea," Luke sighed, leaning on his chin with one hand while stirring his instant potatoes with his other, with no apparent appetite. "You even forgot to bring your lunch, man." Luke looked up. With a straight face, he said, "You got me, Sherlock." "Dude, you don't need to be a douche." Luke sighed and straightened his posture, "Sorry, you're right. I'm kind of being one, aren't I? It's been a long week. And honestly I've lost my appetite." "It's all good. Besides, who actually has an appetite with cafeteria food?" Luke nodded; Aaron had a good point. "I'd also say I'm more like Watson than Sherlock, I guess. The Jude Law version, not the old chubby one. So... are you going to tell me what's up, or...," Aaron intentionally left his words hanging, giving Luke an opportunity to finish the sentence for him. Luke wasn't listening to Aaron; something else had his attention. Out of the corner of his eye, Luke saw Kaylee over at the popular crowd's table. She was sitting with Bradley, Audrey, Cindy, and Mick. Luke heard all of them laughing about something; probably about him. It wouldn't be the first time. Gradually, he turned his head, trying not to look conspicuous. The smile on her face was beautiful; she was really happy about something. She looked amazing, he thought to himself. Her tight turquoise athletic shorts with pink trim held her butt nicely. He'd seen her in those shorts once before earlier in the school year. She had bent over to pick something up, revealing two tight, round, spherical muscles stretching the fabric as tightly as possible, and it had been all he could do to avoid drooling. Even her shirt was tight, what little material there was of it anyway. Her belly ring was hypnotic; he could have stared at it for hours and he just might have, had the view not been partially obstructed by the cafeteria table. Not like he had a chance with her, but that was ok. Guys like him never had a chance with a beauty like her. Maybe that was why he was so mad at himself; for a brief moment, during his time tutoring the Princess of Remmington High, he felt like a knight in her court. It was nothing more than a childish fantasy, but it felt nice to dream. She was right; he was a loser. It wasn't a big deal to him, really; so what if he was a loser? It was only high school after all, and the real world waited for him. The only downside to being a loser was that it put them in completely opposite castes. He just needed to be reminded of that, which she did. Even though he felt defeated, he still couldn't resist the faintest of smiles. Out of the blue, Kaylee turned in his direction and made eye contact with him; the smile left her face. Wide-eyed, Luke looked back towards Aaron so quickly he thought he was going to have whiplash. Aaron looked over to see what he was looking at. "Oh, dude," he exclaimed, watching Kaylee get up and walk over to their table. "Does this have anything to do with her?" Luke didn't answer. Barely moving his lips like an inexperienced ventriloquist, Aaron told him, "Don't look now, she's coming over here." Luke intentionally looked in the other direction. He remained seated for a moment, fidgeting and thinking of his next move. "Catch you after school," he said, standing up with his tray and walking off. \--- Kaylee stopped walking in the middle of the cafeteria. She just stared as Luke turned in his tray and darted towards the locker halls. "Kaylee, what are you doing," Bradley asked, exasperated. Half of their table was puzzled, trying to figure out what Kaylee was doing, while the other half didn't seem to care or notice she even left. Kaylee ignored Bradley and walked off, folding her arms across her chest. Audrey looked at Bradley. "I'll check on her," she said, getting up from the table. Cindy told Audrey as she was walking away, "Oh, please. Just let her go, she's still just upset we found out how often she's been hanging out with Loser Luke at the, quote,'study sessions.' She's just worried about her social status." "Cindy, stop being so bitchy," Audrey said as she walked off after Kaylee. Bradley asked Cindy, "Wait, what do you mean she's been hanging out with Luke? She said he tutored her once or twice." Cindy shook her head, "Once or twice a day, more like. I don't know how often she's been with him because she's so secretive about it. I think she's been meeting him every night at the library after cheerleading. If she wasn't with you, I'd swear she was giving him blow jobs or something. Talk about disgusting." His eyes narrowed. He looked across the cafeteria towards Aaron. Aaron, still staring at the popular table, initially locked eyes with Bradley but just as quickly he looked away. He grabbed his camera bag and backpack, stood up from the table, and tossed his empty brown lunch bag in the trash. As quickly as he could, he left the cafeteria. Bradley followed him. \--- "Hey, NERD!!" Bradley shouted angrily at Aaron, trying to get his attention. "Shit," Aaron whispered under his breath as he turned the dial on his lock faster, feeling the presence of Bradley drawing closer by the second. "I'm talking to you, nerd," Bradley growled as he pushed Aaron's shoulder. Aaron sunk back against the locker, avoiding eye contact. "Hey man, not cool..." Aaron nervously said. "What the fuck is going on with your loser friend and Kaylee?" "Which one of my loser friends? I have a lot...," Aaron instantly regretted those smartass words the moment they left his mouth. Bradley grabbed his shoulders and slammed him against the locker again. Aaron let out a groan of pain as the sound echoed throughout the hall; his heart was racing and all he wanted was for Bradley to leave him alone. "Man, I don't know, they're just studying, dude. Seriously." "Studying? Then why is my girl always moping around like her dog just died?" "Maybe because her dog died?" Again, Aaron realized his mouth was moving faster than his brain. It cost him another slam against the lockers. He promised himself he'd try not to make any more remarks that would bring him pain; he just wanted out of this situation. "Look, you better tell me where Luke is before I tear your head off. It's yours, or his. If he's been hurting Kaylee... I don't know what he's been doing to Kaylee, but I'm gonna find out, do you understand?" Bradley's face was red with anger, and Aaron knew he meant business. \--- Audrey could tell Kaylee was upset that Luke ran off, obviously avoiding her. She tried her best to comfort Kaylee, but wasn't having any luck. Kaylee acted like she didn't want anyone to bother her, not even her best friend, but Audrey still had to try despite her failing pep talks. "What's with the commotion down there," Kaylee asked Audrey. Audrey had been so wrapped up in her friend she didn't even notice a mass migration of students flocking towards the end of the hallway. Several cheers and quite a few laughs broke out. In a way, Audrey was glad; whatever was going on, it served as a distraction for Kaylee. Both girls eventually wandered down the hall to see for themselves what all of the commotion was about. \--- "Bradley! What are you doing," Kaylee exclaimed, realizing the crowd was circling around her boyfriend and Luke's friend Aaron. "Leave him alone!" Audrey exclaimed, "Bradley, stop!" Bradley looked at Kaylee, and then back to Aaron. Angrily, he leaned in, put one hand forcefully on Aarons shoulder, and whispered to him, "Tell Luke I want to see him, and tell him to stay away from..." Before Bradley could finish his sentence, something – or someone – slammed into his side, knocking him down to the ground. Luke certainly wasn't as big or as strong as Bradley, but he used the general laws of physics to topple him over. Luke's own forward momentum had caused him to stumble, but he caught himself with one hand on the ground, maintaining his balance. "Don't touch him again. Leave my friends alone." Kaylee gasped, as did most of the other students. Bradley stood up, and he looked pissed. Gritting his teeth, he was just about to lurch forward at Luke when Mr. Scott walked around the corner. "Alright, what's going on," the young teacher said apathetically, adjusting his tie. A few boos and groans rose from the crowd, but most of them scattered like insects since the show was obviously over. "Nothing, Mr. Scott, I was just going to my locker," Bradley said without taking his eyes off of Luke, as if to say they'd take care of business later. Luke didn't flinch. Aaron sunk back against his locker, waiting to see what would happen. Bradley slowly walked off without saying a word, but gave Luke one last dirty look. Kaylee looked towards Luke, then back at Bradley as he walked off without giving her a single glance, and then shifted her attention back at Luke. It was fairly obvious she wasn't sure if she should chase after Bradley or stay and make sure Luke was ok. Before Kaylee had a chance to make a decision, Mr. Scott calmly said, "Mr. Patton, why don't you come with me." He turned around and walked towards his office, crooking his finger over his shoulder, beckoning Luke. Luke quietly followed. Aaron sighed, whispering to Luke as he walked by, "Sorry, man. But, thanks. I owe you." Luke nodded in understanding. He looked at Kaylee with his blue eyes as he walked past her. It was a deliberate glance, but Kaylee couldn't interpret the look on his face. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought that it was nothing more than a look of indifference, or casual eye contact. Indifference and casual – that described Luke perfectly. But her instincts told her that there was something more to it. Maybe it was disappointment? She wasn't sure, but that guilty feeling was returning again. Biting her lip, she regretted her silence throughout the entire event. She should have at least asked if he was ok. "I'm going to catch up with Bradley," Kaylee told Audrey and wandered off down the hall. \--- "Mr. Patton, would you care to explain what all of that was about?" Mr. Scott seemed to have a neutral face; Luke couldn't read him one way or the other. He sighed, "Well, Mr. Scott, the truth is, he was giving my friend a hard time." Luke carefully thought about his next words, "I simply wanted him to leave Aaron alone. That's all." A slight smile surfaced on Mr. Scotts face. "I thought as much. I just wanted to hear it from you. I don't know what that was about, and I don't really care. However, I would caution you to keep your distance from him and his friends in the future, if you can help it. Both of you are on my radar, so consider this a warning and please don't let it happen again. That's all; you can go to your next class now." Luke, slowly starting to realize he wasn't going to be in trouble, breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that Mr. Scott let the situation slide. He expected the situation to turn out much more differently and wasn't quite sure how he was going to explain to his mom how he got in trouble – or worse, suspended – for fighting. Luke was grateful Mr. Scott let him off the hook. As he stood up to leave, Mr. Scott told him, "Luke, I admire your loyalty to your friend. Not many people would do what you did, especially against someone his size. I wish I had more students with that kind of integrity." Luke gave him a nod of thanks. "See you tomorrow, Mr. Scott." \--- "Bradley, wait! What the hell was that all about back there?" Kaylee was fuming. Bradley spun around. The look Kaylee gave him was unnerving, but he was just as frustrated with her, "Kaylee, are you going to tell me what the hell is going on, or not? Do you have something going on with that nerd, Luke?" "He's not a nerd, and no, I don't have anything going on with him," she snapped, "He's been helping me with my classes. I dug a hole so deep I didn't know if I could get out of it, and he's been a really great tutor. In fact he has a way of explaining things better than any of our teachers. So what if I've been spending time studying with him a couple times?" Bradley contemplated her words, but it was clear he wasn't sure if she was telling the truth. "If that's the case, why have you been so bitchy lately? I swear you're on the rag," he sighed, which came out more like a growl. "First of all, Bradley, don't you ever say that a girl is on the rag! Or that she's being bitchy, you prick," Kaylee hissed. "Unless of course you want to trade me in for some slutty trailer trash that likes being called that, than by all means, _say it to me again_," she threatened. "Secondly, I said something I shouldn't have. Something I didn't mean, but it's been said and I can't take it back. It involves Luke. It was my fault, not his, so leave him and his friends alone, alright? That's why I've been... in a mood. And that's all you need to know because it's between me and him." Bradley nodded reluctantly, slowly starting to calm down. Kaylee noticed Luke not too far down the hallway. He had just walked around the corner and out of her sight. She couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like he might have had a smile on his face. Kaylee bit her lip. _Did he hear me,_ she asked herself. _You need to learn to keep your mouth shut, Kaylee; you're just digging a bigger hole._ **** **V – Quid Pro Quo** "Hey Kaylee," Luke said, answering his cell. Kaylee was completely caught off guard; even though she was the one who called him, she was surprised he finally picked up the phone in spite of her several unsuccessful attempts. She never did blame him for ignoring her. In fact, if roles were reversed and he had hurt her the way she had hurt him, she confessed that she would have done a whole lot worse than ignoring a flood of phone calls. Replying back as calmly as she could, Kaylee said, "Hey Luke, I'm glad you answered." She had rehearsed her apologies a thousand times, but she wasn't ready for her lines. All she could think to say was, "Whatcha doing?" She winced at the carelessness of her own words. "Just working on one of my papers for Mountain View. I'm about a month ahead in all my high school classes; it's really my three college classes that are taking up most of my time. What about you?" His voice sounded normal to Kaylee, which was a small relief. Maybe he was ready to talk to her again; maybe he would forgive her and find a way to get past her cruel words. "Just baking some cookies. Double chocolate chip; the dough is chocolate, just like the chips. Pretty much the whole thing is chocolate," she said. Kaylee giggled as she heard Luke moan on the other side of the phone. "They're not for me, though," she said. "They're for a friend." "By the way," she asked warily, "why did you... I mean, I'm not sure why you answered the phone, but I'm glad you did. Does that mean you're ready for me to apologize and beg for your forgiveness?" She felt awkward even asking that. As the words escaped from her mouth, she pondered how that sentence didn't even seem to be in her vocabulary, yet here she was on the verge of apologizing. The phone was quiet on the other end; she could only hope he was smiling. He hadn't hung up yet, so that was a good sign. "You still have my math book," Luke said dryly. Kaylee heard a quiet chuckle after he said that. "I'll bring it over when I'm done with the cookies," she laughed. Before he could say anything, Kaylee said, "So...um, just so you know, this part isn't easy for me. And I don't do it often, and can't remember the last time I did it, but I owe you about a million of them. So, here goes. "Luke, I'm so, so, so, so, so incredibly sorry," she gushed. "You might not even believe me, but I didn't even mean it at the time when I said it. I just...," she sighed. "I guess I just got myself wrapped up in my own distorted social life. I sometimes worry a little more about my reputation than I should, but in all actuality, it was the other way around. You're not the loser, Luke. It's the rest of us. Me, Bradley, Cindy... well, especially Cindy." It didn't come out like anything that Kaylee had planned to say, but she still meant every word of it. Luke laughed. "Kaylee, you're not a loser. You're a little too wrapped up into what people think of you, though, and I think it backfired. Yes, you stung me. You cut me open deep. I'm not sure if I've ever been hurt like that. Well, we can change the subject. You don't need to hear any more." Kaylee winced more and more with each word Luke spoke. "Luke, no. Please. It's ok. You can tell me how you feel," Kaylee pleaded. "I hurt you and I deserve whatever you have to say." Luke said, "I'm not trying to hurt you back." Kaylee was quiet on the other end, deliberately waiting for Luke to talk. Luke sighed, "Have you ever seen something so beautiful and majestic, but you didn't realize how deadly it could be until you were wrapped up in it, and it was too late? Like the waves of the ocean?" Kaylee couldn't answer. She wanted to, but she couldn't seem to manage. He continued, "When I heard you speak those words, I felt like I was swept into the ocean, swimming against the tide. I could see the shore line, but with every word you said as you kept talking, it was like I was pulled out deeper, no matter how hard I tried to swim. I couldn't breathe as I was swept away into the endless depths." He said, straightforward, "I couldn't run, I don't know why. And the worst part was that I couldn't make it stop." He spoke bluntly, but so eloquently, from his heart. She knew he wasn't trying to unleash drama or feel sorry for himself; she realized it was simply the way he spoke and how he communicated, how he opened up his feelings. That didn't mean it hurt any less; if anything, it hurt her more, the way he spun it like poetry. But she deserved it. The indirect pain he had just caused her was nowhere near the pain she caused him, and she hurt. Kaylee cringed as he brought forth the magnitude of the damage that she had caused him; she really had no idea just how much she hurt him until now. Her bottom lip quivered as he reminded her of what she had done; she didn't want to cry over the phone. "But, I was forced to remind myself that we are from two different worlds." Kaylee started to protest, but he continued, "And I'm ok with that. I'm the one who was lucky enough to cross into yours. Maybe I just let my guard down too much. A peasant is lucky enough if he gets to see an angel; I got to talk to one. For a moment, I even thought I was becoming friends with one. I guess ignorance is bliss, just like they say. I will always treasure you for that." Kaylee felt herself swooning. Her cheeks were flush; she could only imagine how red her face actually was, and it wasn't just from the heat of the oven. She was glad Luke couldn't see her red puffy eyes though the phone. Luke said, "I know it took a lot for you to apologize. I didn't ever think I would get an apology from the great Kaylee Reed." Kaylee smiled warmly. Luke had such a way with words, whether he knew it or not. "So, how can I say no? Of course I accept your apology." Kaylee smiled. "Thank you," she said softly. _I don't deserve it,_ she thought to herself, _but thank you, Luke._ "And, I'm certainly not an angel. I wish I were. But, I want you to know Luke that I do consider you my friend. We're still friends. I mean, we can get past this." There was a quiet moment on the phone that unnerved her. Breaking the silence, she said, "Well, cookies are done. Would this be a good time to drop off your math book?" "Sure, come on over." Kaylee grew quiet. She cautiously asked, "Does this mean you'll continue tutoring me? I feel pretty good about the midterms coming up, but I could use a little more help getting ready, especially with chemistry..., I mean, if you don't..." "Of course, Kaylee." "I'll be there; I just have to clean up. And Luke? I really mean it. I am sorry. Thank you for forgiving me." She hung up her cell phone and smiled from ear to ear. Her excitement seemed unnatural, yet she found herself running through the house to change her clothes and grab her makeup, getting ready to go over to Luke's. She was pretty sure that it was because she made amends and that terrible weight was now off of her shoulders. Deep down and in the back of her mind, she wasn't so sure if that was the full answer. Who cared? She was just glad she he accepted her apology and was willing to continue tutoring her. The only thing she had to worry about was what to wear over to Luke's and changing quickly enough that the cookies wouldn't grow cold. \--- As the door swung open, Kaylee thought Luke was going to say something, but his jaw was frozen in the open position. Kaylee smiled pleasantly, smirking on the inside. Could it be because she was wearing short, tight cutoffs and a short sleeved grey leopard-print shirt with black spots, knotted up in front, showing a subtle hint of midriff? She thought so. She held out a math book with two large plastic containers resting on top, each one with a dozen cookies. "Kaylee, I... wow, thank you," Luke said with a great appreciation, looking back and forth between the cookies and Kaylee herself. She noticed he stared at _her_ – not her breasts or stomach, but her face. Her eyes. She smiled even deeper. "Well invite her in, Luke," a feminine voice said from inside. Kaylee bit her lip and her eyes grew wide; she assumed that since her parents were never home, other people's parents wouldn't be home either. As it turned out, that wasn't a great assumption. Kaylee had a sudden urge to pull her shirt down a little further. Luke held the door open for her. "Hi, I'm Luke's mother, Jessica. It's so nice to meet you." Kaylee smiled outwardly, but inwardly she hid her shock at how young Jessica looked. She was beautiful; Kaylee would kill for those blond ringlets. Most of the time Kaylee kept her hair straight in some kind of layered pattern; ringlets were always hard for her to pull off and took too much time anyway. Kaylee was proud of her breasts, but they didn't hold a candle to Jessica's. Her insecurity finally began to surface as she realized the only real advantage that she held over Jessica was her pure youth. Yep, it was time to go shopping after she left Luke's house. How did Luke come from a mother like this? Jessica must have married a super- nerd, which would explain where Luke got his genes from. "Nice to meet you too," Kaylee said politely, shaking her hand. "Luke, you didn't tell me Kaylee Reed was coming over!" A thin and wiry fourteen or fifteen year old girl that Kaylee didn't recognize, pretty but somewhat fashion-challenged, bounded up and offered out her hand. She was all smiles, showing the slightest gap between her two small front teeth. She definitely had her mother's beautiful, curly hair, although it was more tousled and unkempt. "Hi, I'm Faith! It's so nice to meet you in person!" Kaylee couldn't help but smile at both Faiths' bubbly personality, and also the fact that she acted like Kaylee was royalty. "It's wonderful to meet you, too. Luke told me you're a freshman?" "Luke told you about me? I didn't even think you knew I existed," Faith gasped with awe, clearly on cloud nine. "Faith, honey, why don't you and I go to the living room. They have some homework to do," Jessica told her. Faith sighed. Putting on a smile, she said, "Kaylee, it was so nice meeting you. I hope I get to see you again before you leave!" Faith obeyed her mother's request, partly out of respect for her, and partly so she could tweet all her friends that Kaylee actually knew her! "Kaylee, Luke will get you anything if you need it. In fact, I'm sure he was just about to offer you something to drink," Jessica said, dropping an obvious hint to her son. Luke looked bashfully at Kaylee. Kaylee beamed and said, "I'm good, Luke. Thank you for the offer, though." "You two have fun studying," Jessica said, looking at Kaylee. It was a pleasant smile, but there was something about it that made the hairs on the back of Kaylee's neck stand up. It was obvious to her that Jessica was very protective of Luke, and the warning look fired at Kaylee that only a mother could give was clear evidence of that fact. Kaylee considered herself warned. After Jessica and Faith left, Luke pulled out a chair for her and said, "Thank you for the cookies. You must have been busy with all of those batches you made for your friend and for me." Kaylee smiled and tilted her head to the side, "Luke, the only batch I made was these two, and both are for you and your family." Luke seemed confused. Kaylee put her hand on top of Luke's hand and giggled, "I told you on the phone I was making them for a friend. You're my friend." Luke looked at her again, clearly having heard the words but processing their meaning. The smile on her face dropped, "I mean, you are my friend, right?" The confusion on his face didn't exactly go away, but he nodded quickly, indicating that he was – or at least that was what he wanted. "I was a bitch," Kaylee said bluntly but quietly so only Luke could hear, lowering her eyes. "I guess you could say the cookies were part of my apology package. I'm not exactly good at this, or maybe I should say that it's not in my nature, so bear with me." Luke smiled awkwardly. "You're doing good, Kaylee," he tried to encourage her, although he wasn't really sure what to say other than that. Kaylee put her hand on his, "Luke, I do consider you a friend. You've helped me so much more than anyone else, and you put up with my B.S. when no one else would have. Only a true friend would do something like that. Thank you." A goofy look crossed Luke's face. He gave a discomfited nod and stuttered over his words, but nothing came out quite right. He gave up and finally decided on pulling out her chemistry book. The pair buckled down and studied, and the minute hand on the clock seemed to leap forward at an alarming rate. Kaylee was gradually grasping the concept of her chemistry lessons as Luke slowly and steadily continued to guide her. He wouldn't do the work for her, but he made it easier for her to understand. Kaylee had her head down, working on a chemistry problem when she noticed Luke staring at her breasts out of the corner of her eye. At first, she was surprised, wondering if it was an accident or a coincidence. However, it was enough to engage her radar, and less than sixty seconds later she caught him doing it again. She smiled deviously, thinking, _I finally caught him! I guess Audrey and everyone else were right. Maybe the leopard print is his kryptonite. What would he do if I wore tiger or zebra stripes, or maybe a snakeskin design?_ Kaylee giggled. It was so cute; she saw his head bouncing back and forth in confusion, wanting to stare at her rack but forcefully resisting half of the time, as if the gentleman in him was wrestling his inner-horndog. Luke looked at her, wondering why she giggled. "Oh, it's nothing. Just something I heard earlier today at school. Sorry, I'll refocus," she lied. At least it was only a little white lie. She also about Luke kept rubbing his right shoulder. She asked, "What's wrong with your shoulder, Luke?" "Oh, nothing, it's just a little sore is all." Luke looked at her sheepishly, and then turned back to her chemistry book. Kaylee winced, "That's from when you knocked over Bradley, isn't it?" Luke didn't answer, but his grin gave him away. Kaylee gave him a playful 'you're in trouble' look and just shook her head, "I should be mad at you for bowling over my boyfriend, rushing at him like some kind of rebel cowboy, yet I find myself proud of you for defending your friend. Bradley was kinda being a jerk." She sighed, exasperated with herself, "What kind of girlfriend am I?" He grinned even more, "Cowboy?" "All you were missing was the six-shooters." She got up from the table and asked if he had any Ziploc bags; he showed her the pantry in the kitchen and asked her why. "Take your shirt off," she said, taking one of the bags to the freezer. "Um...whaaat..." he said nervously with wide open eyes. Grabbing some ice and putting it in the bag, she told him with a wry smile, "Just do it, you pervert. My intentions are pure. I'm not going to molest you or anything. You're not that lucky." He was still frozen like a deer in the headlights. She sighed, "Just trust me, ok? Can you do that for me, cowboy?" Slowly he nodded and took his shirt off. She sat him down in the chair and held the bag of ice on his shoulder; he jumped a little. Grimacing, he said, "Cowboys don't like ice. I read it somewhere. I think that's why cowboys originated from the south, not from Alaska." "Settle down, you big baby. This will help reduce the inflammation." Shaking his head, Luke said, "He hit the pavement and didn't even get dizzy. I hit flesh and tweaked my shoulder. Go figure." It was as if a light bulb turned on over Kaylee's head. She couldn't wait to share it with him, "Luke, you just gave me an idea. Hear me out." "I'm all ears." "Ok, so, you're tutoring me in school, right? And I've been looking for a way to pay you back." Luke gave and awkward laugh and said, "Well, you did bring the cookies. I'd say that's good enough." "It's not good enough for me," she said. "What if... what if I tutor _you_?" It was obvious that Luke tried to hold his tongue. He was curious what she meant and said, "Um, ok. But, in what subject, Kaylee?" Kaylee smiled, "Ok, so I can't tutor you in anything inside of school. However, I can teach you a lot _outside_ of school. In athletics, for starters. I'll tutor you on the running track and inside the weight room. That way, we'll make you less prone to injuries, like this one. You'll be stronger and in better shape. And it will keep jerks like my boyfriend off your back." She blushed, shocked at what she had just said about her own boyfriend. "Oh my, I can't believe I just said that about him. |
I didn't mean it... he's a great guy, he just has a temper some times and acts before he thinks. You know what I mean." He couldn't help laughing, "I know. I could see it in his eyes – Ready, fire, aim!" Kaylee smiled pleasantly, but she became serious when she said threateningly, "That's just between you and me, you understand?" He continued, "Don't worry, I won't tell him you said that. It'll be our secret. So, tutoring me with physical fitness, huh? I don't know. I've never really been athletic to start with." "But that's the point." She sighed, "Look. Bradley has a good forty pounds on you, and I was really scared for you earlier. I'd never been happier to see Mr. Scott in my life, which is something because I absolutely hate his class. I don't want to see you in that situation again." Luke gave a half-hearted smile, "Thanks. I think. Well, dad keeps harping on me to go to the gym with him. And now, you are, too." He shrugged, "I guess I should take a hint and give in to peer pressure this one time. You don't exactly look like a weight lifter, though." She smiled, "Just because I look like a princess doesn't mean I'm not tough like an Amazon." she winked. "Girls lift weights too, just lighter ones. Besides, cheerleading isn't as easy as you might think. It takes a lot of arm strength to lift the other girls in the air and a lot of leg strength to do those jump splits. Again, you'll just have to trust me. "Also, we'll have to do something about your outfit and your scraggly hair," she said, reaching up and tousling his hair. Every muscle in his body tightened as she ran her fingers through his hair; he wanted to enjoy the sensation of her touch, savor it for as long as he could – or freeze time if he could figure out a way – but he was so nervous he wasn't sure how. As her words sunk in, Luke looked at her puzzled, unsure of what she meant, and asked, "What's wrong with my outfit and hair?" "Nothing, if you grew up in the 80's. You're a few strands away from an afro. A few things have changed that we need to get you updated on." Kaylee thought for a moment, "I'll tell you what. If you want to keep what you're wearing and how you look, that's fine; I won't pressure you. But, if you trust me, I can make you look hot." She was honestly surprised she said that; it wasn't that long ago she didn't think a team of hairdressers with beautician doctorates could have upgraded him to plain, let alone one person making him hot. Still, she was confident in what she said. Her eyebrow rose, impatiently awaiting his response. "So, I tutor you in academics, you tutor me in athletics. Quid pro quo." Kaylee gave him a blank look, "Um, yea, sure. Whatever that means." He thought it over for a moment, using his problem-solving skills just like he did with any other dilemma, weighing the pros and cons carefully. On one hand, running always made him cough, especially running outside in the cold. Granted, it was California, even if it was December. Still, Kaylee also mentioned resistance training. Lifting weights always made his arms and legs burn. He wasn't sure how his dad was able to do that every other day for the last however-many years, and he really didn't have any interest to do so himself. Then there was... spandex. Kaylee's butt and upper legs covered in tight spandex, perhaps mankind's best invention. He remembered back during his junior year he was walking down the hallway, past the gym's open doors. He caught a quick glimpse of her in the gym, her back turned to him, wearing black spandex. The stretched fabric didn't come down very far; maybe several inches above her knees. It squeezed against her ass, holding her two spherical orbs in position so tightly an entire case of WD-40 couldn't free them. He recalled how he immediately hastened his pace past the gym, swinging his backpack towards his front, his face turning red. And that was just because of her ass. He didn't even have time to steal a look at her gorgeous legs with those shapely calf muscles, nor make an attempt to decipher whatever secrets her halter top held in place. Pros versus cons. The decision was easy. "So when can we start?" I walked toward the school parking lot when I heard a familiar voice call out. "Mike can you take me home?" asked Doreen one of my math classmates. "Got to go to the auto parts store first," I replied, "hop in and I'll have you home in a little while." "I didn't know this Chevy belonged to you. This is really cool." "Thanks," I replied. My 57 was a two tone aquamarine and white, 2 door sedan, with chrome rims stovepipe dual exhausts, a bored out 283 with a GTO four barrel. The front seat had been replaced with some Mercedes bucket seats that I found in a fire damaged one. It had 4 on the floor with a Hurst shifter. Remembering my manners I opened the door for her, walked around and got behind the wheel. Doreen had light brown hair which she wore in a ponytail, blue eyes, too much makeup in my opinion to cover up pimples, a cute nose, and a blue skirt with a pink sweater. The sweater was thin enough that it showed her breasts off nicely which looked to be apple size and were held in with a white bra revealed through the sweater. As I started the engine up it roared and crackled the mufflers as I moved out of the lot in first gear. "Wow does this thing go fast?" she asked. "Fast enough," I replied "These seats are really nice. Little hard for necking and petting with Kathy?" "Nope, not at all," I replied. I just get on her side and she sits on my lap." "Bobby and I have been fighting lately," as she pouted her face. "Now I see why you asked for a ride." I put my foot to the pedal, brought it up to 40 in second, and quickly shifted into third to impress her a little bit. I could see a look of excitement on her face as we headed down the hill towards the auto parts store. I had ordered a locking gas cap and it had come in. It was chrome of course as nothing was too good for my Chevy. As I got back into the car I was thinking about asking her to the drive-in tonight. Kathy was out of town and she did say she was on the outs with Bobby so why not. "How about I drop you off and pick you up at 7 so we can go to the drive-in and see Premature Burial. I can't remember the other one. What do you say?" "What would Kathy say?" "Well unless you blab she won't know. I tell you what. I'll call Bobby and Kathy and tell them, ok?" "You don't need to be sarcastic about it. Let's go. No point in staying home on a Friday night." When I got home I decided that I'd borrow some of my Dad's rum, bring a couple of bottles of coca cola, and we could have a drink. If I took a half pint from a quart bottle he'd never know. I put it in an old miracle whip jar, took two glasses, some ice, grabbed 4 cokes, and had a quick shower. I pulled up in front of her house and she was out the door running toward the car. I guess she was ready early and waiting for me, a good sign perhaps. "I have to be home by 12, parent's orders" "No problem," I said as I took off slowly not to draw any attention from her parents. I could see what looked to be her father looking out the window. At least I didn't have to go through the meet the parent's routine. Doreen had changed into a white blouse and dark pants and had undone the top three buttons revealing a little hint of cleavage. I thought this could be interesting. I had heard in the halls that she had gone all the way with Bobby so maybe. Kathy and I had necked and petted but everything was above the waist. As we stopped at the next intersection Joey in his 58 Chevy pulled up alongside, honked and gave it a little gas. "Want to race to the next stop sign?" he asked. The light turned green and I floored it before he had a chance and was up to 50 in seconds burning rubber. I hit 70 and saw he was well behind me and downshifted to second to slow down for the next light. "Wow this is one fast car. I've never gone so fast." As Joey pulled up he said "I can't beat you even though I've got a 348 to your 283." "We're off to the movies. Don't tell Kathy or Bobby." "Keep it in your pants Mike." The comment brought a smile to her face. We headed to the back row of the drive-in which was the darkest row and unlikely anyone would see what we could be doing. I pulled up, got out, and got the beverages out of the trunk, rolled the window down and put the speaker on the window. "I've got a little rum Doreen. You want a rum and coke?" "I just knew you'd bring something for us," she squealed with delight. "I aim to please my dear." I poured about ¼ of the rum into each glass, added some ice and filled the rest with coca cola. I waited until she took a sip and then took a big gulp myself. She drank hers quickly and asked if she could have another which of course I provided. As we waited for the start of the movie I could see the drinks were beginning to take effect on her but I waited until the film started before I made my move. I got out of the car and opened her door and said "Why don't you sit on my lap." She got out of the car and I sat down and she sat right on top of me pressing one of her breasts into my chest. I gave her a quick hug and said "let's watch the movie." It wasn't too long before Hazel Court was on the screen in a 19th century gown that pushed her cleavage up for all to see. She had alabaster white skin and really tight cleavage. "She sure has a nice pair," I commented. "You men are all alike. You get all hot and bothered by a couple of pieces of flesh." "Doreen, you fit right into that category. You've got nice melons. I know they're twice the size of Kathy's." This made her blush slightly but also smile with approval. I reached up with my left hand and gave one of her breasts a nice slow squeeze. Her response was to kiss me and I knew it was going to be ok. The kiss was a sloppy one as the alcohol definitely had an effect on her. Her tongue instantly darted into my mouth and began a slow exploration of tongue, gums, and teeth. It turned me on and I proceeded to do the same right back to her but also feeling both breasts as my tongue explored her mouth. I slipped my hand under her blouse and unsnapped her bra freeing up her breasts. As she continued to explore my mouth again I pulled her blouse and bra up baring her beauties for my hands. While it was dark there was enough ambient light that I could see the innocent looking pale pink nipples capping her apple size peaks. They were pure white, lightly blue veined, and pimple free unlike her face. There was no sag; they stood straight out on her chest for me to gaze upon. As I forced her tongue out of my mouth I went straight for her nipples sucking on first one and then the other. "Suck on my tits," she cried. "Bite the nipples harder. You're turning me on Mike. I can feel your cock getting harder and harder underneath me. I want you to fuck me." I continued with the breast worship as she pulled her skirt and panties off and then started unzipping my pants and pulling them down. I squeezed her titties until I thought her nipples would pop but she just moaned for more and more. With both of us naked from the waist down it was easy to slide my cock into her love tunnel and slowly fuck her until she couldn't stand it. She knew how to move up and down on the love stick, slowly driving me crazy. I wanted her to go faster but she knew exactly what to do which was to slowly lift up and down on my cock. "You can't cum inside me. You're going to have to pull it out but not now. Fuck me some more. Squeeze and suck on my titties." I had both hands on her breasts squeezing while my mouth was biting her nipples making them even harder if that was possible. I couldn't get enough of these ripe love mounds. They were so pure and beautiful I wanted to go on forever and I think she did too as she came once and then started up again. She was a fuck machine that just kept getting hotter and hotter. "Do you like my breasts Mike? I like what you're doing to them. Squeeze and suck as much as you want. There only for you now. No one else will ever touch them again." I replied, "I'll never get tired of this baby. They turn me on as much as fucking you. I don't ever want it to stop." As I grew even a little more she moaned in ecstasy and began to cum again. Between her tight and wet pussy and her perfect breasts I was in heaven. I made sure that every inch of her titty flesh was covered in my saliva as I licked, kneaded and watched her nipples get harder and grow even more. She had a body that was made to be worshipped and I was going to take full advantage and get my fill before I exploded. She began pushing her breast into my mouth so that it was filled with breast flesh. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better she pulled it out and squeezed both of her titties together and said "Lick both of my nipples at the same time." I licked both of them back and forth like a wiper blade as she continued to grind on my cock more and more. As she held them together I put my tongue into her cleavage and began licking the salty sweat from her. "You've got the greatest tits in the world," I said. I'm addicted to these beauties. I can't get enough of them." "There all for you Mike. Only for you," She said. "There going to be sore tomorrow but I'll remember it all. If I had milk I could only imagine what you'd do to them. Bobby never did this to my titties." "Your body is made to be worshipped. I've never had a pair of tits that turned me on so much. If you had milk I'd drain you dry. You need to take care of me now. I can't hold back much longer." She pulled back forcing my cock out of her hot oven and had just enough room with the front seat all the way back to get down on her knees in front of me. She grabbed my cock with her hand and with her love juice on me for lube proceeded to stroke up and down with her hands holding it on her breasts. The feel of her hard nipples took me to another level. "Do you like me rubbing your cock on my tits?" As she pulled back I cried out "Don't stop." With her hand still on my cock but holding it away from her tits she said, "If I rub your cock on my breasts will you cum for me? I want to rub it in and smell you all night. Will you cum on my nipples too?" "Oh yes," I moaned. She was rubbing my cock back and forth on her swollen nipples smiling and knowing what was going to come would be white and gooey. My staying power was gone and I came over and over on her love mounds coating the nipples and her breasts with my cum. God that felt good. "I could do that everyday," I replied. I can't believe how much you turned me on with your fucking and your titties." "As far as I'm concerned you can squirt me everyday as long as you fuck me first. You've got a nice big cock that I'd love to suck on sometime." I watched as she slowly rubbed the cum into her breast flesh and smiled lovingly as she did it. I watched in disappointment as she packaged her titties back into her bra and put her blouse, panties, and pants back on. I also wondered what Bobby and Kathy were up to and if Doreen and I would get a repeat performance. We had gotten dressed in the knick of time as the attendant had started up and down the rows with his flashlight. As Doreen and I got out of the car to change positions I waved at the usher but was greeted with a rapid series of cracks with small flashes of light in the darkness. I dropped to the ground taking Doreen with me not knowing what was going on. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it felt like it was going to burst. Doreen screamed and I heard the running of footsteps away from the usher who also heard the noise and started toward us. For a brief moment I thought I was being shot at. "Are you ok Doreen?" "What happened?" she asked "I don't know," I replied By this time the usher had arrived at the scene and quickly interjected "Are you two ok?" "We both seem to be alright," I replied. I watched as the attendant kept walking in the direction of the footsteps. I went to the trunk and got the last of the rum with a coke and some ice. As I got back in the car I made one drink, drank half of it down in one gulp, and offered the rest to Doreen who politely refused. It felt so good I drank the rest and started for home... I will call the girl of this story Colette. I met her on an online game, we started as just friends, and then it quickly escalated as we would chat about everything into the early hours of the morning, most of the time not even paying attention to the game. At the time I was 18, fresh out of college, she was 28 and at university, so we both had a lot of spare time to play and chat when she wasn't studying or working on an essay. Colette was living at the university for the most part, with a small dorm of her own, and I would be confined to my bedroom, normally undisturbed, at my nans house. So after a while of playing together and getting to know each other, we had exchanged emails and added each other on skype. At first I was very shy to show any pics of myself, but after awhile, she would put her cam on and chat to me, eventually, I felt I could trust this woman and I would reveal myself to her. I am not a hunk or model of a man, but she did not judge, and we only became closer since then. It started off completely innocent, but one night, we were both chatting but were bored with the game, so we just cam chatted each other for awhile, doing silly things, and showing off the stuff we own, which didn't take long since Colette lived in small dorm, and I only my bedroom. So as the night went on, we had run out of things to talk about, except 1 thing, that Colette loves all things British (oh ye, I'm British), and to prove it, she showed me her favorite bra that she was wearing. There she was sitting on her bed in her dorm, on my cam, her breasts covered by the union jack flag pattern bra, and a cheeky smile on her face and she sees my shocked expression. I fumble with words as I tell her she is a beautiful girl; "my boobs aren't very big!" she says as she cups her tits with her hands giving them a little shake. "they are perfect, a handful is enough :P" Her hands still holding her tits, she looks shyly into the camera before sliding a finger into the cup of her bra and pulling it down, exposing a perfect pink hard nipple. My jaw dropped and I was instantly hard. Colette covered her nipple back up and bit her lip and looked at me for my reaction. Nothing much else happened that night, it was the next step of trust between us, since this we had become more daring with each other, talking about what we would do to each other. I will never forget sitting logged onto the game, but not paying attention to it as I was typing my 1st sex story to her, maybe one I will retell in future post. I was in love and lust over this woman, now I just had to get a job to save up to meet her in person! On a Friday evening, I log onto the computer and Colette soon comes online too, she calls me on cam. "hey" "hay! we are having party here at university, just going to spend some time in common room with friends if that's ok?" "of course it is, don't get too drunk! and Il speak to you later?" "Yes!! I miss you, il be coming up and down from my room to get beers and check skype, so il leave cam on and we can chat when I get back?" "Ok that's cool" She left for the party in some tight fitting jeans and a hooded jumper and the night went on uneventful as I played my game. Colette came back an hour later to the room and was telling me she's having fun but missing me at the same time, she must of left her door open though as a friend walks in and starts chatting to her, she introduces us both to each other, Ian was his name. After a wave he mumbles something to Colette in their language and then returns to the party. "They want you back at the party, don't sit in your room all night! :P" After another round of 'I miss you's' and waves, she goes back to the party, and I return to my game. Stoned and tired, at about 1am I log off the game and prepare to watch a tv series in bed. 'Oh the cam chat is still open', but Colette's not back yet as the room is dark and quiet. After watching an episode or 2 of some series, I hear some bangs, shuffling, and talking, though I cant understand what they are saying. I pause the episode and switch to the cam. There is a big guy sitting back on the bed drinking a beer (to the left), I see Ian come past the screen now and sit on desk next to bed, Colette comes into the shot as she hands Ian a beer and opens one for herself before sitting on the other end of the bed (on the right side of my screen), still chatting in foreign language. Colette says something to Ian, and he stands up and walks to the laptop, I pretend I've not noticed and watching something else, but nothing happens, after some typing I hear music pop up, did Ian see the cam chat, or was it minimized? I was confused but also curious at the same time. This woman had my deep trust even though we had never met in person, however, the thoughts of porn scenes that start this way crept into my mind, I wasn't jealous or angry, on the contrary, this situation had me hard as rock. So I watched in quiet as my innocent and shy Colette sat with 2 guys in her room drinking, though they are just her friends, she is stunning and I know she could make them hard if she had wanted too. It was an hour of random chatting, and Ian was browsing on the laptop, still not noticing (or ignoring) the skype chat, and at this point I'm sure even Colette had forgotten the cam was still on. A good song comes on and Ian says something to Colette and the other guy, Colette stands up.. trying to keep balance and reaches for a draw close to the laptop, and pulls out some playing cards. She tosses the cards to the big guy on the bed and begins to dance to the music while the cards are shuffled and some cards were shared among the 3 of them face down the rest put in the middle of the bed. Each picked up their pile and tried to hide the cards from each other, the big guy in the corner on the bed, Ian next to him on a seat pulled out from the desk, and Colette at other end of the bed still half dancing as she looks through her cards. I didn't know what game was being played but I was certain the guys wasn't playing fair as Colette drained her beer as she lost the 3rd game in a row, and the guys would poke each other and laugh when she would get up to grab another, she returned to her seat on the bed and she must of thrown in the towel because the guys reaction were a big "awwwhh", but after some talking and encouragement, they come to some agreement and continue play on. This time I was surprised when the big guy dropped his cards and sighed, Colette cheering at the win, or not losing for once. Until he reached up and pulled his shirt off, showing a toned but not muscly body, he says something and Colette laughs loud, leaning forward to grab the shirt and toss it into the guys face, Ian laughing at him too. Though he doesn't put the shirt on, he deals another game and the cards go on. This time Ian loses, the big guy hooting at him and Colette punching the big guy, Ian seems a good guy as he takes his shoes and socks off and the big guy answers with a loud "booo". Colette is up to lose next, but she doesn't want to shed clothing, I guess that was what was happening at this point, as Ian was leaning back in his seat being quiet but smiling and the big guy trying to get Colette to comply with the rules. It took about 15minues of talking between these two until, eventually Colette gives in and shyly and slowly pulls her jumper off. She was wearing nothing but a bra underneath, 'comfort is my style' she would say. I was astonished, I only imagined dirty things but now it was really getting heated. This was a much better tv show. Awkward silence filled the room for a moment, shortly interrupted as the big guy dealt out a new hand and the jolly talking was back. The game slowed down as the talking took more of the attention, laughing and teasing. The big guy moved to get off the bed and as he stood, he had a clear erection, from the sight of Colette or the talking, I don't know. Ian and Colette burst out laughing pointing "Micheal??" I guess that was his name, as Colette questioned his hard on, but he just smiled and undid his top button on his jeans letting them drop, revealing his loose grey boxers. He stepped out of the jeans and forward out of screen shot, the other 2 still giggling as they try to pick up the card game where it was forgotten. A few minutes later Micheal returns with 3 beers and climbs over the bed into his position, still wearing only boxers and his cock still half hard, handing the beers over. 4am and the music had long stopped, Colette turns to put on the tv, which is at the end of the bed next to her and curls up facing the screen, her back to micheal, and Ian still sitting in the desk chair. For a long while no one spoke and I had thought everyone had fallen asleep, until micheal had slowly managed to moved across the bed, almost spooning Colette but not close enough, perched on one elbow, the other hand slowly makes its way up the side of her leg over her thigh, to rest on her side. I couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep, she showed no signs of moving, until he circled his hand around onto her ass and began to caress between her cheeks and slowly progressing towards her pussy, her hand moves around and weakly pushes his away. Micheal stays in his position for a few minutes and then attempts the same thing again, this time running his hand up the inside of her legs and her hand reaches around to grab Micheals wrist and stop him advancing any closer, but it didn't stop him. He was stronger and his hand still advanced, his thumb reaching and massaging her pussy over the jeans. Colette's head rolls back and then after about 20 seconds, she moves and pushes his arm away with her foot and swiftly resumes her position, trying to sleep, or watch tv. At this point I realise Ian is also still awake as the sight had given him an erection too, though he stays quiet and hasn't moved. Micheal still hadn't given up, still only wearing his boxers, he gets onto his knees and moves close to Colette positioning himself so his hard on is floating just above her head. A few seconds had gone by, Colette not moving or reacting, Micheal pulls his waist band down, his cock springing free, it looks to be a good 7 inches and rather thick. But still no reaction, so he grabs his cock at the base and light taps the tip on her cheek, Colette snaps her head around, a hard cock an inch from her lips. She mumbles something and micheal replies with a smile and a wave of his cock and pushing it closer to her face, she turns her head bk to the tv and resumes ignoring him. Micheal starts to rub his cock up and down now with his left hand as his right hand slyly reaches under her arm and grasps her tit, slowly massaging it. Colette turns her head back to Micheal, staring at him with mouth slightly open, Micheal, still playing with her tit, pushes his cock into her mouth. I almost cum right there when Colette just let him enter her mouth, He with draws his right hand and pulls her onto her back with her knee, spreading her legs (perfect view for me at this point) and reaching down to rub her pussy while she started to suck and take his cock deeper. Micheal starts to undo the jean buttons and zip, and slides a hand into her panties, a slight moan escapes her as I presume he managed to get a finger into her, after a few minutes of this, Micheal pulls his cock out of her mouth, saliva dropping onto the bed, he twists her around so he is now between her legs and he reaches under and pulls her jeans and panties off in one motion, throwing them to the floor next to Ian, who is still erect, but this time with his hand down his pants, slowly moving. With Colette on her back Micheal lines himself up between her legs, I see slowly moving back and forth, becoming longer strokes. Once he had worked himself all the way inside her, he picked up the pace, and with each of her legs hanging over his arms, he pumps his hips harder, Colette's head rolling back and grasping onto the bed sheets, she spots Ian, now with his zip down and his cock out in his hands. She seemed shocked as though she forgot he was there, and hides her face in her hands, Micheal, pounding her pussy with long powerful strokes, mouths something to Ian and gestures to Colette. Awkwardly Ian releases his cock and stands up slowly, as though not trying to make a sound as Colette still was hiding her face in embarrassment. He stands next to the bed, his back to me and his cock pointing towards Colette, he is blocking her top half now. It looked as though he was wanking onto her face as I saw his arm pumping for awhile, but she must of took over as his hands dropped to the side and could hear him begin to moan. Micheal pushes his cock deep into Colette a couple more times before pulling out and finishing himself off on her stomach, before getting up and walking off the screen (probably to the bathroom). Colette now rolls onto her side and gives her full attention to sucking Ians cock, I can see the cum dripping across her stomach and chest and her hands grip Ian's ass, as though trying to force his dick further down her throat, he complies and grips her head and his hips begin to face fuck her before becoming completely still, blowing his load into her throat, I also cum at this point unable to hold back. I hear some slurping and kissing sounds, I guess she wanted to clean him off, and then he quickly pulls his trousers up and almost falls as he tries to leave in embarrassment. I sit here now, room silent, the woman on the cam lying with cum dripping down her cheek, tits and her stomach. Using her hand, wipes the cum off and licks it clean, and then snuggles upto with her bed cover to fall asleep. I clean up and leave a message on the chat before closing the cam and going to bed. "I was guessing that you forgot that you left cam on? I'm glad you did, that was amazing! you look like you had fun :D <3 /hug, I hope to chat to you soon! PS you look so cute sleeping :)" |
We were losing power yet again and Jock was getting angry. His eyes were fiery and with his big arms stained with oil and diesel fuel he might have looked really threatening to anyone else. I hadn't had much time to get to know him. He was like you could say 'a good solid looking trucker'. I suppose, if I am to be perfectly honest, I had noticed his physique was kind of OK! "This is getting fucking dangerous! A truck's not like a car you know, if you loose power you loose your steering, the lot!" We coasted as far as we could on to the hard shoulder. At first he just sat there stony-faced, staring straight ahead. "What the hell's the matter with this fucking thing!" He was thumping the steering in his rage. "I told the boss not to go for this model but would he fucking listen?" "I reckon it's air-locked in the main fuel feed. This time let's look for possible constriction points. To rectify these things you've got to analyse them from the bottom up" I said calmly. "'Constriction points? bottom up?!!' what the hell are you talking about? Look here boy, when you get an air lock you've just got to bleed the bloody thing! You've got to get the fluid running man!" Jock was almost shouting at me as he jumped down form the cab. "OK Carl yea I know" he said trying to collect himself. "You're young and full of ideas." Then turning to me and putting his hands on his hips "That's the trouble with these colleges, they stuff you full of theories and diagrams, I bet" he laughed. "well I suppose that's why they put you guys out for work with us for experience; anyway it puts you in touch with real world. Which is what this useless heap is all about!!" he said regaining his fury and kicking one of the wheels. I did point out to him I wasn't a 'boy' but rather a nineteen year old college student but it went on like this, we must have bled the fuel a dozen times. Eventually we had to get a breakdown service to put things right so we were very late. "We'll just have to spend the night somewhere. There's a motel a few miles up the road we can try that" Jock had calmed down and seemed resigned to things like it wasn't his fault and so it didn't matter. "Any chance of any rooms for the night?" he asked the female receptionist. "Er let me see.....a double's all we've got left now I'm afraid sir" "Yea that's just fine we'll take that before it goes then!" It wasn't as if this was the only place in town. There were lots of guest houses and B&Bs so I was quite surprised at the way Jock accepted so easily. "Yea well if that's OK with you, just sign in here and I'll get the room key for you" replied the girl in a monotone and without even looking up. So we got to the room and Jock was trying to open the door with the key card. Eventually he let me do it muttering "I can't be done with these damned electronic things!" then, when we went inside, he suddenly started looking perplexed. "I thought she said a double room but there's only one bed" he looked around vaguely as if he might find another one. "A double room means you get a double bed. If you wanted two beds you should ask for a twin room. Didn't you know that?" but Jock just looked blankly, a bit like when the truck engine failed. "Look I'm really sorry Jock this is a misunderstanding, I thought you knew and you wouldn't mind sharing the bed but I guess the best thing is we go and cancel it and look for somewhere else." I went on trying to sound practical rather than being offended. "Actually it's a really nice room" he said but then after a pause and looking squarely at me "But if you think we ought to...er... I mean it's up to you really!" he said shrugging his shoulders. "No Jock it's up to you! I knew all along this meant sharing a bed with you and if I minded I would have protested at the desk. Besides you heard what the girl said". "What do you mean? Yea I heard but I didn't think.... Oh I see yea I did think it was funny how she said she was 'afraid' and stuff. I just thought that was normal." Jock seemed like the classic case of a guy who is 'All brawn and no brains'! "OK so we've got to go and find another place then" I said firmly. Anyway I didn't want him going around saying I had tricked him into bed or something. Jock just stood there looking a bit lost and said simply "But here we are; why do we want to go anywhere else?" "OK look!" I said looking squarely at him. "If you are OK about sleeping with me because I always sleep in the nude right? I never wear anything in bed, then we stay here. So what do you say?" Jock had a strange look on his face, as he sort of half looked at me. I hadn't seen him look like that before but finally he said firmly "Yea let's do it! And er.... yea, I'm going to get my stuff from the cab, shall I bring yours?" It turned out that Jock always carried overnight things just in case and I had brought a change of clothes as we were going to pick up stuff from a farm so I though I might need them. The room had an en suite so Jock said he was going to take a shower. I just sat on the bed reading a brochure about some local tourism. I didn't look up at first but as Jock got more undressed I couldn't help taking a peep. He was beautifully fit and muscular; his broad shoulders supporting his huge strong arms and bulging biceps; he had such perfect pectorals which looked really firm under the patches of dark hairs on his chest. He didn't seem to mind me watching and when he finally gripped the elastic of his pants there was no way I could look away. His dick stood out against his bushy pubic hairs. It hung down in a smooth pink curve only partly covering his large dangling balls. He looked so fucking sexy and I could see it swelling and enlarging the more I admired him. It was obvious Jock was no innocent even if he was thick! He turned to the en suite door and I watched him stride over with big hairy thighs and firm buttocks. I couldn't read any more. I just sat there with my cock aching hard as I watched the silhouette of his body as he soaped himself. I wished I was in there with him. But Jock had a towel wrapped around his waist as he came out. "Your turn now!" he said cheerfully so I quickly stripped off in front of him. It gave me a huge thrill to take my pants down in front of such a sexy man. As I walked over to the shower I caught him glancing at me. Then I got this idea! "Hey Jock how do you work this thing?" I said leaning round the shower door. He was up in less than a second. "Look I'll show you" he said reaching past me but it all went better than I could have planned. In his haste he had grabbed the shower head and broke the plastic holder. "Oh sorry I can't get anything right today!" "I'm not so sure about that I said!" noting the quieter almost intimate tone of his voice. "OK Jock now you've broken it so now you'll have to hold it up for me while I shower. You'll need to come in with me of course won't you!" I almost whispered the last sentence. Jock threw off the towel and squeezed into the tiny cubicle with me. There was no way we could have prevented our bodies making contact. I was trying to soap myself but it was difficult to move much. Soon both we were both covered in soap and I could feel his hot manly body against me all soapy and slippery against my skin. He was so hot and sexy and his long cock was huge and rigid. It was sticking up almost vertical and it felt so hot as he brushed against my naked flesh. I was soaping him all around his genitals they were just so gorgeous. I never thought to ask him if he minded, it just seemed the most natural thing to do. So next I took the shower head from him and as I played it on his cock he started groaning. His big pink knob was pulsating with excitement as I wrapped my lips around it. I really wanted to take it all in my mouth; I wanted to suck every bit of his luscious meat! I tried to take him right down my throat but as I sucked him deep then as I began to taste his precum as it began oozing from his prick. We had turned the shower off by now and Jock had opened the shower door. It gave him enough room to get at me as I bent over. He was soaping my ass now and I could feel him working his finger inside me. I sensed he was bursting with excitement. Jock was standing on the bathmat outside when he suddenly grabbed me with all his strength. There was nothing I could do. He was a million times stronger than me! I guess my asshole was still very soapy and oh my!! Jock just thrust right up me really suddenly. He took my breath away he was so huge. It was a bit painful too as he stretched my sphincter to maximum but oh wow!! Man!! What a cock he had. It just felt like I had all his massive muscular body right up inside my bottom. Oh it was so wonderful! Jock was shafting me like hell, he was ramming my ass with his huge dick. All you could hear was this slurping sound as his piston plunged ever more furiously in and out of my boy-cunt. Jock was fucking me almost obsessively now, panting and sweating profusely as if he were running a marathon. But all the time it was like the pressure was building up. "I'm gonna fuck your Sissy ass you Pansy! Oh fuck! you're going to get it!! Ah! Aahh! Aaaaahhhh!!!!" With this I felt his whole body shaking as he grabbed my waist with all his strength then I felt him pumping his spunk up my ass. I was such a wonderful feeling these great spurts of warm fuck fluid now flooding my rectum and fertilizing my bottom with his virile sperm. Oh how I loved him at that moment! I wished it would go on and on but all too soon Jock withdrew his fat hose pipe from my bum hole. He was so sticky and slimy I wanted to suck him again but he seemed to want to walk away. "Hey come here Jock I must wash you properly come on!!" "Leave me alone I'm quite OK!" he was in an anti-climax. "Come here!" I shouted "Keep you're voice down you'll have that girl up here!" "Jock you've got to me let me clean your cock up. There's a strict routine if you raw fuck anyone's ass; you must wash your cock thoroughly and immediately then go and have a piss right? I mean it! Don't mess around!" Jock complied sulkily then went and got dressed. Despite Jock's frame of mind I had no doubt at all that once he recovered he would be back wanting more. It was obviously a first time for him as he wasn't really gay at all, or not normally! I felt on cloud nine knowing I had his spunk up my bum. It felt so good! We looked into the motel restaurant which was huge but half empty. I didn't fancy plastic tables and hot dogs. "Hey let's look for somewhere a bit better than this." I said but Jock was silent. I think I really wanted a romantic meal but some hope of that with him in his present mood! All I could get out of him was a shrug of his shoulders and he was starting to irritate me. I had wanted to say it would have been funny if the girl had come up to our room because I felt so proud of being fucked by this muscle man; I could have gone down the street shouting it out so everyone could hear. But he would not have been amused We soon found a really nice place with one table free but with places for four persons. So we sat down and ordered but Jock was being infuriatingly silent and sulky. As it happened out table was quite near the entrance and a queue was starting to form of people waiting. So seeing this middle aged couple I offered them to come and sit with us. Jock looked daggers at me but I felt like 'what the hell'. They were really nice, you couldn't help liking them and they soon got Jock into conversation. When he told them about the trouble we had with the truck it turned they knew someone who had similar problems with that model and told us how he could get an upgrade for the fuel filter. After the meal we had intended to have few beers but the place we were in was a bit crowded and I suggested we looked for somewhere quieter but Jock said he wouldn't mind going back to the motel as he felt quite tired although it was still only 9pm. "OK then" I said sensing a complete reversal in Jock's frame of mind. Did I notice a bulge forming in his jeans. He was certainly leading the way at the brisk pace, not like some who was desperately tired! I was beginning to get the measure of this guy. "Do I detect stirrings in the pants there Jock? At least you've stopped sulking! Ready for another fuck are you!" "Shut up boy!! For goodness sake anyone can hear us. Look I'm really sorry about being like that. It's just that...". "You know what they say don't you!" I interrupted him. "Only Sissies sulk!" He flinched as I pinched his bum. "And I'll tell you another thing Jock! When we get back the room it's going to be different" Then cheekily coming right up alongside him I whispered in his ear; "My prick may be slim but I can slip it up your bum and you know you won't be able to anything to stop me" "For Pete's sake keep your voice down!" he whispered huskily. "No Jock you just heard it louder than anyone else. Anyway I don't care if they do! Hey I'm gonna tell the world I'm ready to stuff your tight ass with as much of my student sperm that I can spurt up you" I said out loud but Jock said nothing to my taunts; he just kept on walking as if he was ignoring me and he had quickened the pace. It was so obvious he wanted it! When we got to our room I stripped off and lay flat on the bed displaying my naked bum. I was pretending to be passive. He sat down next to me and started stoking my bare buttocks very gently. It annoyed me slightly because I wanted him to ravage me and almost like rape me. I honestly wanted his cock up my ass really bad but he was going to be too slow and I had a very definite 'Plan B'! "I wonder what it feels like getting a guy do your ass like that" he mused as he stroked me bum. "Only one way to find out!" I replied sharply sitting up. "Get your fucking pants off and come here!" I ordered him and seemingly unaware of what I wanted to do he came and lay next to me still in a mood of wanting to talk. "Hey what are you doing?" he asked warily. "Just getting a bar of soap. It's the best thing to get you lubed up" I said quickly working a lather into his slit as he lay there. "But what the hell are you doing?" he protested. "Getting ready to fuck that tight ass of yours. Jock, you called me a Sissy but over the past hour you've behaved like one and that's why I am going to stuff your man-cunt! You'll get my Sissy Sperm right up between those hard buttocks. I'm going to force fuck your bottom Jock! And oh yes you're going to get to know what it feels like!" My biggest problem after soaping his slit was pushing my prick up him. Jock's ass was really tight and he had this deep slit between his bum cheeks. He was trying resist my clasping his strong buttocks but my hard dick just slipped in between them. It was so fucking exciting stabbing his Man-Ass with my boy- prick. It took me a good ten minutes of screwing my knob in his anus before at last I made him yield to me. He was so tight, his asshole was really squeezing my penis! It was the first time I had ever fucked such a masculine guy's ass. He kept clasping his man cunt and I could only manage a few strokes before I found myself loosing control. I thrust as far as I could into his strong bottom. I was kissing his thick manly neck but then suddenly it was too much. I felt my little cock tighten and start to spasm. Oh man I shot my load right up his fucking rectum!! I fertilized him with my boy-dick. I spurted my spunk up him and I could feel the thrill as it gushed from my knob into his manly bum hole. I felt so good, so proud I had fucked such a strong man. But then I finally got my reward. "OK you boy-bitch you're gonna fucking get it now!!" He yelled at me and while my cock was still subsiding and oozing a little cum he suddenly threw me on my back, held my ankles and forced my legs right back. How did he know what to do? He must have read it somewhere! But Oh Boy this was it!! His cock seemed even bigger he was mad at me and gave me no chance to resist as he stuffed his massive meat straight up my bottom. This time he was on top of me. I could see all his superb muscles flexing as he stuffed by ass and rammed me repeatedly with more and more force. He went on and on and each time he seemed to penetrate different parts of me inside. My poor gland which had just performed to send my sperm up his was taking a hammering. He was overpowering my manhood; I was being totally feminised by his massive cock. "I'm gonna fuck your Sissy Chick ass you Wimp! You want to know who's the man here! You're about to find out! You gonna get it!! You gonna get it!! You gonna get it!!! He was shouting and pounding my ass harder and harder. He didn't seem to notice how the headboard of bed was banging on the wall. If ever that girl might come up it would be now. But Jock was totally wild at me and just as he was starting to shoot up my bum there was a great crash and the whole bed collapsed. We lay there still in copulation with his dick well up his ass and delivering as we both burst out laughing. "I'll admit one thing Jock, you certainly do know all about 'getting the fluid running' and how to analyze but now you'll have to go and tell that girl all about it!" I giggled but there was no time for sulking as Jock who confessed to being a joiner tried to put his trade back on track by fixing the bed. "OK here's the deal; why don't we just go out and get a few beers. We'll come back, you will want to fuck me again and either you fix that bed or I'll tell the girl." Jock was himself again now or should I say better than he was. What had I done to him? We agreed on the deal and went out. _[If this made u cum please mail me]_ _Authors Notes:_ Many thanks again to SweetTits for her excellent editing. Thank you for reading this story. I hope my writing style is developing nicely but if you have any comments or feedback please send them through as I would love to hear from you. TB It had been a great gig. The house was packed, my band had played well and the audience had been fantastic. We had worked hard and I was dripping with sweat after loading the gear I headed to the transport to get a clean shirt. I peeled off my old shirt and threw it in my bag and was reaching for my new one when I heard a female voice say, "Are you Frank?" I grabbed my clean shirt and stepped back to see who was asking for me. There in front of me was an attractive woman that had been dancing up a storm in front of me for most of the second half. I offered her my hand and asked "Guilty as charged. What can I do for you Miss?" phrasing the question so as to get her name. Her smile disappeared as quick as a flash and no hand was offered to take mine. "Mrs. Jane Armstrong." Was her curt reply. Her smile disappeared. I guessed she didn't like being a Miss but any conversation can be a booking so I try to keep people happy "Well that found who you are but not what I can do for you Mrs. Jane" I smiled as I said it to lighten the moment. Her manner did not change. She almost spat her reply at me. "What gives you the right to make assumptions about my lifestyle and marital choices?" "Hey, sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean anything by it" Suddenly her face cracked into a smile. "I so got you. Rob said to say I was married" Rob was our guitarist and tended to try to get me into trouble as often as he could. Suddenly I heard him laughing from the stage. Chalk another one up to that prick. "Ok, let's start that again. Hi Jane, I'm Frankie" "Hi Frankie. Do you work out?" "Occasionally. Why? Where is this going?" "Nice chest." Jane replied Yeah, I'd forgotten to put my shirt on. Real smooth! "Sorry about that. It was a good gig tonight and I had to change my shirt. You caught me mid change" I replied as I pulled my clean shirt on "No problems. I was enjoying the view. I'm sure you'd get more women at your shows if you wore less." Her smile grew wider as she started to laugh. I smiled back. She had a smile that could light a room up "Anyway Jane. Can I get you a drink? I'm pretty dehydrated after the gig and it's the least I can do to make up for stinking of sweat." "You don't smell that bad and you have earned it tonight so can we can go inside for a chat as well?" We headed back into the bar, got a drink and found a quite corner to sit in. Jane was a real live wire and she liked the band so it was all good. We sat and chatted for a while about the usual gig talk, dancing, music, how long the band had been playing etc. Then a strange thing happened. It seemed Jane and I had gone to school together. All the gig posters had my'stage name' on which hid my real surname but as soon as she found out what it was we took a real trip down memory lane. It seemed Jane was home from college for a break and had traveled over from home to where we were playing. She had come over with a friend but she couldn't spot where she was. "Its 40 odd miles home. Do you want a lift?" I offered. "There is plenty of space in the minivan to crash and it's only me heading that way as the guys all live north of here. If your friend turns up you can both ride back. Save you a cab fare" "I'm not sure - I should really find my friend first." Jane replied. "No worries. You said you were back for another week. Do you fancy going for a drink before you go back to college?" "Yeah - I'd like that. Thanks Frankie" I gave her my number and she texted me her details back. She stood up to head out looking for her friend so I took her hand and walked her to where my minivan was parked. We turned face to face. "I'm looking forward to that drink." Jane said. "Me to." I lent in and gently kissed her lips. She responded by opening her mouth slightly and we kissed properly. "Now I'm really looking forward to that drink" I said. "Speak to you soon." I broke off and headed for the van door as Jane's phone bleeped. She fished it out of her bag and read the message. "The bitch!." Jane spat. "Hey - you ok?" I asked. "Yeah." She replied. "That 'friend' of mine is already home. She got a lift with George her ex-boyfriend." Jane looked up and swore. "Shit. I hate to ask Frankie but about that lift.." "No problems. Glad to help out. Climb in." Jane smiled that dazzling smile of hers, ran to the passenger side and swung herself in the door and onto the seat alongside me. She lent over and kissed my cheek "A kiss for my knight in a shining Chrysler!" she joked. I started the engine and we headed out onto the freeway. We were cruising along and chatting. I'm not sure how it started but suddenly we were talking about relationships. "I just seem to pick guys who treat me like crap, pinch all my money and then screw my best friend" Jane said as she stared with slightly glazed eyes into the distance. Clearly something was still troubling her a bit. "Oh well then that has finished us before we got started. There is no way I could treat you like that." I replied. I gave her a sideways look and saw her smile returning "After all I haven't met your best friend. She might be a pig..." She laughed and playfully punched my arm. There was a good gap between the seats but she lent over against my shoulder. "Thanks." She said. "I needed a laugh." "No, what you need is a good fuck to take your mind off things." "Frankie! I hardly know you." She exclaimed. Her voice lowered a bit and with a husky playful edge she asked "But if you could what would you do with me?" "Do you want all the details?" I replied. "Mmm sounds interesting" "Ok, where to start." I started to tell the story to her. "I'd take you back to your place so you feel safe and comfortable, we would turn the lights down low and put on some slow sexy music. Then I'd hold you in my arms and kiss you gently to start with, lowering you onto your coach. I'd gently stroke your face whilst kissing you before moving on to your ears. I'd start kissing your ears as my fingers gently caress the warm skin on your neck and shoulders." "I'd ask if you had any massage oil before removing your top and turning you around to sit in between my legs. I'd just push your bra straps down onto your upper arms and let you sink back into my chest as I rub the deeply scented oil into your neck and shoulders for a while." "Of course I'd have to remove your bra before long so as not to get any off the oil onto it of course" I took a slow glance over toward her in the passenger seat. She had her eyes closed and was either asleep or imaging what I'd do. Her lips parted "Go on". She said with a slight tremor to her voice. "I'd lean you forward slightly and trace your spine down, massaging outwards as I went, letting my hands wander around to the side of your breasts. I look down at your body and your nipples are small and hard. Standing erect despite the warmth in the room. You are clearly enjoying this massage too as I move my hands round to just run my fingers across your nipples. Taking my time. Taking as long as I can to draw my hands across them, to stimulate them as much as possible. I lean forward and kiss the back of your neck and around towards your ears. You turn your head as much as you can and our mouths meet in a deep passionate kiss" "I'd lean away and continue to trace one hand down to your lower back whilst gently stroking your nipples and breasts. By now your breathing is getting quite deep as your passion starts to rise" I paused for a moment and looked over to see Jane just gently playing with her nipples. Her actions were starting to copy my words as her hands became my hands roaming over her body. "I'd trace your wonderful cleavage down towards your stomach with my left hand whilst my right circles down around your lower back, just occasionally dipping under the waist line of your skirt" "Mean while your knees have parted and your hands are on the tops of your thighs. I reach down and lift them onto your waist replacing them with my own. I start to stroke your things in circles before gently making my way up towards your short skirt. Here I find my first surprise. As I lift your skirt slightly I find a stocking top and some bare skin beyond it. I widen my hands so my thumbs just gently press into the soft skin above them whilst my fingers continue to caress below" "You shift your self back into my crotch to give me better access and in doing so press your arse into the outline of my hard cock in my trousers. You turn your head again and your lips meet mine, our tongues searching for each other and finding what we wanted." Jane's breathing was starting to quicken and I could just see her face becoming flushed with warmth even in the dark of the cab. "As you push yourself against me I'd put my hands onto yours and pull you towards me – holding you tight as we kiss. Once more though my hands would go roaming, pulling your skirt up higher letting it bunch around your middle, revealing to me your stockings and your silky black French knickers. I'd circle my hands back down onto your inner thighs, gently parting them, letting my thumbs drop lower towards your mound but pulling your knickers tight over your pussy before moving my hands back up, keeping my touch just away from your pussy, delicately teasing you, letting you anticipate what is to come before again circling them down and repeating this, getting closer and closer to your wet pussy each time I do it. I can look down over your shoulder and see how turned on you are as your knickers are now soaked where they have been pulled tight over your lips." As I looked over to Jane she has pulled her skirt up and one hand was moving underneath it as she stroked her pussy. She was breathing much quicker and I could clearly see how turned on she was. "Shall I pull over somewhere quiet and do that for you?" I asked. "I'm sure your pussy would love to meet a new set of fingers" "Stop the dam car and get over her. But please don't stop talking." She asked. I spotted our off ramp ahead and pointed the car at it. As we turned off the freeway I scanned the road ahead for anywhere to pull in. There looked like a narrow lane so I quickly turned into it and cut the engine. "Let's get into the back and make ourselves comfortable" Jane suggested. I went back and sat on the bench seat, Jane came back and kissed me, her hands pushing me back" "No." I said. "With your back towards me like in the story" Jane turned round and sat back into me "Now where was I?" I asked "You were plunging your fingers into me and bringing me to a shuddering climax" Jane said "No, I'm sure I was still teasing you." I dropped my hands onto her thighs; her hands were on her mound with her fingers trailing down across her pussy. I took hold of them and lifted them up onto her breasts. "You will be coming soon enough." I said. "I'm going to take my time and when you're ready you will come and come and come. Tonight you'll be treated properly to make up for anyone that has used you for their pleasure. Tonight is your night" She let out a moan as I kissed her deeply. I let one hand return to circle on her inner thigh and the other headed up to her breasts. "Back to the story then" "Your pussy is wet, I move your knickers to one side. I find your neat trimmed mound as I part my fingers and slide them down along your inner thighs towards your arse. Gently pushing them together to push your pussy lips together, as I draw them back up I let my fingers just touch your lips and your body shudders with the unexpected but welcomed contact. As my fingers head down again they travel this time between your lips pausing at you wet opening just gently circling and probing, feeling just how wet you are. I leave one hand there and draw the other up to find your clit. I very gently expose your clit to the warm air and to the very tip of my finger" Jane shuddered in my arms. She was getting very, very aroused so I let my fingers slide towards her soaking wet pussy lips as I started to mimic my story. "I just gently stoke your clit with my finger" Jane bucked under me and moaned deeply "I push a finger inside you, exploring the warmth it finds" Jane's hands dropped to mine and pushed my fingers deep inside her as I kissed the back of her neck. Her tremors started in earnest and her breathing sped up. I could see her body start to flush as her heart beat faster and faster as her breaths came in gulps. "My fingers find your clit and gently so gently start to stroke in time with your beating heart whilst my other hand reaches down towards your arse. I slowly slide my thumb into your pussy whilst my fingers extend down. You tremble as a finger slides in you. A thumb and a finger. Each in different holes." Jane bucked as though an electric shock had hit her as my finger slid into her arse. She gasped out but it was with pleasure not pain. "Jane. Rub your nipples" I asked. Her hands came back up to her breasts and she started to stroke them through her top. " I move my fingers in and out of you as my other hand delicately flicks your erect clit. I place the tip of my finger on your clit and start to move in small circles, slowly starting to speed up, taking you closer and closer towards orgasm. You get hotter and hotter, your breathing gets faster and faster as your senses start to get overloaded with the many stimulations you are getting. Messages traveling from your clit to your pleasure centre as my fingers do exactly what you want. Fingers moving faster and faster as you are caressed, stroked and pleasured." Jane started to shudder as her orgasm approached "Your breathing shortens as your pleasure heightens. It seems you can only breathe in as my fingers touch you, stroke you, open you and occupy you" "Aaaah." Jane screamed as her orgasm hit. "Frankie. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!" As each wave of pleasure washed over her. As every muscle in her body contracted as my fingers continued to rub her as gently as I could. I held Jane tight when she went limp as her orgasm subsided. I held her close as she came down from the heights of passion. I gently lifted her and lay her on the bench seat, watching her chest start to move slower as her breathing returned to normal. I waited with her for a few minutes. She was sleepy after her exertions so I carefully belted her in. I kissed her on her forehead and returned to the driving seat to take her the few miles back to my house. She was asleep when we got there so I bundled her up in my arms and took her inside and upstairs to my bed. It had been a long pleasurable night for her. Would I get the same in the morning? |
She called on Tuesdays to deliver Sonia's last order and collect the next – perfume, bath oil, lipstick, the special offer of the month... that sort of thing. Sonia always ordered something, even if she didn't really need it. She accumulated stacks of stuff, some of which she eventually had to throw away. I thought it was wasteful but she said the Avon woman was regular and reliable and by buying from her felt she was helping to support a useful service. I said: "What are we - a bloody charity organisation?" "It's my money," she said. Sonia then went on to explain at great length that the woman was only probably doing what was necessary to stay afloat, that it was difficult for someone on their own. "How do you know she's on her own?" I said. "She told me." I tell you... if Sonia had her way she'd be supporting every just cause and charity on the planet. She could never walk past a 'tin-rattler' without putting something in the pot. Joan had been calling for around six months now, soon after we had moved onto the estate. She looked to be in her mid thirties and not particularly attractive; although she did have nice tits from what I'd seen. Her bum was too big and apart from the big boobs she didn't have a lot going for her. She always looked kind of grubby too, in need of a good bath, which was strange seeing that her main job - as it happened - was as a nurse. I have to admit there had been times when I'd thought about her in a sexual way, not very often, but usually when I was in that kind of mood one sometimes gets - you know, where you just fancy getting down and dirty with someone, anyone. I could imagine her in one of those scenes where the filthy bitch forces you to do it by blackmailing you or using some sort of coercion. One Tuesday she called when Sonia was out, which was unusual. Sonia seemed to look forward to their little doorstep chats and liked to be in to see her. Sometimes they'd be gabbing for ages before Joan went on her way again. They seemed to hit it off together. In the early days I used to hover over Sonia's shoulder when Joan called, just so I could see what she was like, see if I was missing anything. Once I realised I wasn't (apart from her tits) I didn't bother much again, only if I was feeling in the kind of mood I was telling you about. Then I'd have a good ogle before retiring to the bathroom for ten minutes. Only this sort of thing had been happening more and more recently and it coincided with a drop-off in my physical relationship with Sonia. She hadn't seemed too bothered about sex over the last couple of months. It didn't worry me too much because every relationship goes through sticky patches. But of course that meant I was left kind of high and dry and frustrated. Of course I could always attend to myself but it's never quite as fulfilling as sex with a woman. I answered the door. Joan had that empty look she often wore. "Sonia's not here I'm afraid. She had to go out." She stood there, not quite sure what to say or do, as if this change in routine had completely thrown her out of kilter. She just stood there and stared blankly at me. "Gone out," I said again. "Oh, right." A gust of wind ruffled her hair and the leaves of the tree across the road, the upper branches swinging side-to-side across the beam of the street lamp. Mottled shadows moved to-and-fro across the lawn. Beyond, I could see the floodlights of the sports centre in Apsley Road. "Yeah, sorry." "Did she leave anything for me?" I didn't recall Sonia saying anything about it. "Hang on, I'll go and see." On the arm of the sofa I found the Avon catalogue with an order tucked inside, and a cheque already made out for payment. "Here we are... looks like she left this for you." Over her shoulder I saw a car outside - a Focus or Astra - all shiny under the streetlamp. "Travelling in style now then, Joan?" "What?" I nodded in the direction of the car. "Out there, I take it it's yours?" "Oh yes, I've had it nearly a month now actually. The scrappage scheme thing... seemed silly not to do it." "Good for you... reckon I should've done the same. I suppose I'm too late for me now." Joan took the catalogue from me, looked at the cheque in the light of the porch and then handed me a brown paper bag with something in it. "Wind's getting up." I said. "Did she say when she'd be back?" "No. Did you need to see her then?" "It doesn't matter." Again there was a period of silence where we just stood looking at each other. It was as if neither of us actually wanted to be the one to say goodbye. I felt spits of icy rain hit my face. "You can come in and wait if you want. She shouldn't be long." This was a lie and I don't know what made me say it. I knew Sonia wouldn't be back for quite a while. She'd had to go and visit a friend from work who was in hospital having gall stones removed. Perhaps I was in need of some company... a particular type of company. "Better not." "It's no trouble. I'll make us a cuppa." "I should really finish my calls and get back... got loads to do." But she didn't go. She continued standing there looking at me in that strange, vacant way of hers. I didn't think she had a lot going on between the ears. Just as well really... At that moment, a woman with good sense was the last thing I needed. I began to feel an inexplicable lust for Joan's body, her lovely big titties, even her big arse seemed to draw me. I wanted to bury myself in her soft folds, she had plenty of them. I didn't care about her face. I didn't care. I wanted a woman. I wanted her. There was time. Maybe I could get away with it. "Fancy a glass of wine instead then? In the warm... the fire's on. Why don't you come in?" "I'm okay, thanks." She sighed and fiddled with her bag. The rising wind blew her straggly hair across her face. She bit down on her bottom lip and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. I could hear the rain pinging on the roof of her car, it sounded almost sleety. You stupid girl, don't you know I want to fuck you? Can't you see it? I bet someone like you doesn't get too many offers in a year, so why don't you take your chance before you miss out again this year? If we're quick, nobody will know. A few strands of her mousey hair blew across her mouth and stuck to her thin lips. She shook her head and spat them out, tucking them back behind her ear. I stared at her, exasperated. I stared directly at her tits. They were very prominent, even inside her coat. She didn't flicker. Here I was, blatantly ogling her, provoking her, undressing her with my mind and nothing. Zilch! Her plain features and lack of response angered me. I detested her and yet desired her. I was angry at myself for the way my animal feelings seemed to be holding me to ransom. All I wanted was to see and feel those lovely titties, smell her sweat and get my dick stuck into her. Was that too much to ask? "I can only stay for ten minutes," she said. I left her in the other room in front of the TV, went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. I heard the Eastenders music start. Eight o'clock. That meant Sonia would be at least another hour. My cock was hard. I imagined Joan lying on her back ready for me, her pink chink wet and glistening between the matted hairs. My heart was like low thunder in my ears. We sat and drank tea, ate chocolate digestive biscuits and watched the television. I tried to make conversation but it was hopeless. It was like talking to a dead person. She was on the settee, still with her coat on, although it was unbuttoned; and I was in the armchair and I wondered how I could cross the great divide. She was giving away nothing, no signals, no 'come-ons'... no nothing. Surely a woman like Joan would fancy me? I couldn't unravel the puzzle. How could I suddenly just go and sit next to her? Impossible. Even if I did summon up the guts to take a chance she'd probably cry rape anyhow. At 20 minutes past eight, Joan put me out of my misery. "I have to go." "You haven't finished your tea yet. Sonia shouldn't be long." With each passing minute this was becoming less of a lie. Our time was running out. "If I drink any more I'll be needing a wee before I get home." I wanted to say, "so what?" But I didn't. Joan got up to leave, buttoned her coat, picked up her bag and went out into the hallway. I followed. Something surged up inside me, a moment of desperation and stupidity. I reached out and caught her by the arm before she reached the front door. I pulled her round to face me. She squealed like she'd been hurt, but I guess I surprised her. I held her close and tried to kiss her. She wasn't having any of it. "What are you doing?" she said. "What do you think?" "Let me go." "You want it, don't you?" "I have to go. You're hurting me." For a moment we grappled and then simultaneously relaxed the struggle as if good sense had suddenly prevailed. The fight had gone out of me. We held each other by the wrists and stared into each other's eyes. Hers were empty and hunted and full of fear. Mine were stinging and watery. Her ugliness bore into me, dousing my lust. My hardness softened quickly. I let go of her. "I'm going right now. Goodnight!" "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean for..." I opened the front door for her not knowing what to say to make things right. She stepped out into the rain, her flat shoes making a wet slapping sound along the tarmac drive. "Tell Sonia I'll see her next week." Her dull, emotionless voice drifted on the wind. I called out to say sorry again, but the driver's door was already slamming shut. I felt dazed. God, how I wished Sonia had been here and none of this would have happened. I just hoped Joan would keep her mouth shut and forget about it. The engine started, she revved it hard a couple of times as if she was making her feelings known. Her headlights cut a swath through the black rain and the tyres swished along the wet road. I went to the bathroom and was immediately sick. I was shaking. I flushed the toilet and opened the little window to let the smell out, then splashed water onto my face and looked at myself in the shaving mirror. Then I stood over the toilet bowl, took myself in hand and relieved my pent-up frustration and anger within 30 seconds. One week later, a Tuesday, I came home late from work on purpose, hoping to avoid Joan. But I didn't. I found her in bed with my wife. At least some things were beginning to make sense. The cardboard pressed against my face as I struggled to hold both moving boxes and reach for the "UP" elevator button. Glancing the faint red glow I was happy to see that I had successfully pushed the button but could feel the boxes growing heavier. Finally the ding of the elevator opening signaled that I was getting closer to getting these heavy boxes into my new apartment. Walking into the elevator I then tried to push an even smaller button for the fifth floor. By now the boxes were feeling heavier and I wasn't able to pull a hand away, having to resort to elbowing for the button. After a few moments of fumbling the doors closed and the elevator took off for another floor other than mine. Too stubborn to set the boxes down I kept fumbling until the elevator came to a stop on the sixth floor. I turned around as the doors opened to a woman of average height, beautiful brown hair, an athletic physique and a badass looking denim jacket. "Oh, do you need a hand?" "Oh, umm, could you please press the fifth floor button for me, I've got my hands tied!" "Yes!" she turned to press the button and I started to get a better view of her. Her brown hair was made up of thick curls, she was nearly the same height as me, and as my eyes drifted lower I could tell from her tight fitting jeans how perfect her ass was. My eyes flicked up to see that she had turned around to face me, "Moving in?" "Yeah, still have a few more of these boxes to go but I'm hoping to be done in time to unpack my bed, otherwise I'm sleeping on the floor." "Do you need a hand with those??" "No..I got it haha" Hoping she couldn't see my arms start to quiver under the weight. "It looks like you could use a hand..." "Well if you could open my door for me that would be great. It's just down the hall." Thankfully the elevator doors had just opened to my floor and and this new striking woman stepped out first. "Which room is yours?" Stepping out of the door and looking both ways before spinning to face me. I was still trying to take more of her in while still trying to keep from losing grip of the boxes but could see without a doubt how unbelievably beautiful she was, how her outfit included a tight fitting white shirt revealing the sumptuous shape of her breasts. "508" I smiled at her. She smirked. "Oh almost as awesome as 622, I'm on the opposite side of the courtyard from you." She led me down the hallway letting me get a chance to see her ass move from the corner of the boxes. God these were getting heavy. "So just moving to a new apartment or new in town?" "Oh I just moved here for a job and can't wait to enjoy my social isolation" "Hah, I'm a transplant like you too! I've found the key is to really become friends with all of my multiple personalities, except Becky, can't trust her" She was a bit quirky on top of her already beautiful body. "Note to self, avoid Becky. Oh here we are! My keys are on top of this box." She snagged the keys and opened the door for me. I stepped inside and finally bent down to drop the two boxes. My arms felt stuck in the holding position for a short time from having carried the boxes for so long. "Mr. Robot, I don't think I got your name." "Haha, James. James Robot" "Nice to meet you James, I'm Chelsea." She turned around and walked past a few other boxes to the window looking down on the courtyard. My eyes kept being drawn to her perfectly rounded ass and her long legs. "You have got a lot of work to get done around here James and seeing as how I just met you, I'm afraid that I am going to have to be of no help to you and be on my merry way" "Chelsea, I will not in any way be insulted if you don't want to deal with any of...this. I just hope I can find my bottle opener first to deal with it" I looked out on all of the work I had in store for me. "Well when you do come across that bottle opener, text me! Till then I'll be in that apartment over there." Pointing at the apartment directly ahead and up one floor across the courtyard, "Probably getting into an argument with Becky." I smiled but was quick enough to look down and pull out my phone. "What is that number by the way?" "Oh so forward Mr. Robot!" She smiled at me and took my phone, speedily putting her number in before handing it back, "Have fun and welcome to the city." She was close enough to smell a perfume and close enough to see her brown eyes looking straight at mine. "Thank you, hope to see you around." I opened up the door for her to head out, getting one more chance to check out her body as she walked away. I shot her a quick text with my name, hoping I would get a text back. She was beyond interesting. ___ ...It was close to 10 PM when I finally decided to call it quits on moving. I had unpacked most of the apartment but hadn't found the bottle opener, which didn't even matter because I didn't even have any wine to drink. I was thankful to at least have my bed setup and crawled in to put an end to the day. I was pretty happy with my new setup, my bedroom also had a window overlooking the courtyard and my eyes began to look out. I immediately noticed the apartment that Chelsea had pointed out as hers was still lit and she was in there, this time with apparently less clothes than what I had seen earlier. My mind went into overdrive and I remembered that I had already come across my binoculars while unpacking earlier. I had originally bought the binoculars thinking I would use them for camping but had yet to remove the price tag. I grabbed them and crawled back into bed to snoop on my new neighbor. Focusing my view I could see that Chelsea still had on her white shirt..but nothing else except a bright red thong. Oh my god, I took a deep breath and re-focused on her. Just as I had figured from her tight fitting clothing earlier, she had slender but athletic legs that led up to a smooth butt. I could feel my cock start to swell. She was folding clothes, moving around her bed to fold something, giving me new angles to see her ass and catch her bending over the entire bed, giving me a full view of her ass. God I was completely hard, starting to stroke my cock. I kept stroking myself as she kept this up. She walked away with the clothes she had folded to somewhere out of sight but came back to grab something near the bed, her phone. She seemed to be focused on something, smiling, before putting it down. I heard my phone buzz, my heart racing, and grabbed it to see a text. "Hope you found that bottle opener" I looked back up through the binoculars to see her facing her bed and start pulling her shirt off above her head. Oh god I was going to get to see her breasts, I kept stroking my cock, my heart racing, my skin tingling. She started to unhook her bra but kept facing forward. Please please turn around! Instead she grabbed for her shirt again and put it on before swiveling back towards the window. I couldn't see her bare chest but I could see that her nipples were poking out in her shirt. I was already dripping pre-cum, feeling my stroking becoming wet. I could have cum at that very moment, seeing her lookout and then down towards my apartment. 'Fuck, fuck I hope she didn't see me.' I had most of my lights turned off but a closet light was still on. I put my binoculars down and laid down pretending to sleep even though I knew she couldn't see that far and with that much detail. I risked a glance and could not see her standing next to the window so I pulled my binoculars back up. She was now laying in bed but her light was still on. I could see her wriggling around with something and then saw her toss her thong out from under the covers. I was still so hard and I started to hold my breath thinking of what she was going to do next. She seemed to close her eyes as her arms appeared fast at work underneath the covers. I could only imagine that she was doing what I hoped she was doing. I tried to match her enthusiasm as I started to stroke my cock again with earnest, having to toss aside my bed sheets to give me free range of motion. Pulling her back into view I could have sworn that I saw her looking in my direction before looking up at her ceiling again. Suddenly she tossed aside her own sheets and god...I stopped breathing completely as I could see her right hand rubbing where her pussy was. I couldn't see well enough to get every detail but the thought of watching someone else find total pleasure in herself. It almost drove me over the edge. I had even stopped stroking myself, I was so caught up in the wild erotic scene I was getting to spy on. I could see that Chelsea's left hand was underneath her shirt, playing with her breasts. Her curly hair starting to writhe with her head as she twisted in pleasure. I could see her move more vigorously. I kept trying to match her pace, wishing I could be in the same room as her, to make love to her. Suddenly I saw her legs start shaking, her mouth opening as she spasmed in total ecstasy. Fuck she was cumming, this was real, I had just met her less than twelve hours ago and I was getting to see her in her most intimate setting. I was still stroking my cock, not sure why I hadn't cum yet, not until I saw her head fall to her side, her eyes opening up to look at my apartment. Was she looking right at me? Had she known she was being watched? It didn't matter because I was so ready to cum. I set my binoculars down and finally focused on myself again. I kept stroking the length of my cock, rubbing my thumb across the tip at the top of each stroke. I was so turned on by what I had just seen, and by the thought that as I was getting close to my own climax I too was potentially being watched. At that moment I could feel my body tense up, my balls pull tighter and my cock swell. I lost every thought and let out a deep moan. The climax swept through me as I felt my cum shoot out of my cock and across the bed, some of the last bit of cum pumping out onto my stomach. I knew I had to clean myself up but I heard my phone buzz again. My heart stopped when I opened a text message from Chelsea. "I think you're spending too much time using those binoculars and not looking for that bottle opener". |
**Snow White and Rose Red** Once upon a time, in a beautiful Rose garden... Rose sat back on her heels and looked over the acre and a half that was hers alone. It was a garden full of her namesake. The roses were in bloom and the fragrance that filled the air was sweet and heady. Many of these roses were her own hybrid variations that she had slaved over for the last several years. Her newest, Moonlight Kiss was a purple so deep it was almost black at the base and lightened slightly at the tip of each petal. Its color was a happy accident; she had been trying for the fragrance first. She buried her nose in its open petals: absolute perfection. Camera in hand she backed up and began setting up the shot. It was the perfect time of day for photographing this section of roses. Hopefully this new rose could be in next year's catalog. She continued to shoot down the row until the sun had risen too high. Hot, sweaty and feeling a bit wilted she headed back up the field to the house that overlooked the garden. She took her basket with freshly cut flowers with her and detoured through her mother's cutting garden for a few others. She had always loved the house. It was a big old fashioned farmhouse with high ceilings and a wrap around porch about ten feet deep. Flower beds with every variety imaginable surrounded the house. They had a mowed yard but not nearly as much as most houses in the area. Flowers of every variety surrounded the house growing over trellises, arbors and spilling out of containers of every variety. Their farm, Dahlquist Flowers, lived up to its name. For three seasons of the year they had pretty much non-stop blooms. The interior of the house was much cooler than the exterior. It wasn't hot enough yet for the air conditioning to be turned on. "Ha ha," Rose thought, her mother had left fresh lemonade in the fridge and she poured herself a tall glass. "Hey Rose, did you get those shots in?" asked Snow, plopping herself down at the table. She was still dressed in her work clothes, she worked part time at an accounting firm in town, when she wasn't keeping the farm in the black. "Yup," she replied after a long drink, grinning at her twin. "I'll play with them later today and pick the best shots." Her slim, dirty fingers recut the stems of her flowers under the running tap. She popped them into the waiting vase. "Good," said Snow, leaning to reach the counter, helping herself to a sip of her sister's lemonade. "Jerry Miller is coming on Friday to discuss the layouts for the catalog. We still have to pick out the cover picture," said Snow. "Just remember that we won't have very many for the first two years or so", said Rose. "Hopefully my cuttings will over-winter better this year than last. I still can't believe that we lost so many." "Yeah," replied Snow. She truly looked like her nickname today. Her raven black hair was cut into a bob at her chin and her creamy skin looked like it had never seen the sun. Rose just sighed to herself. She wished for not the first time that she looked anything like her gorgeous sister. She was a full five inches taller, with brown hair and eyes, and freckles that multiplied with every bit of sun they encountered. "We need to ask our new neighbor if the skanky real estate developer has hit him up yet." Rose snorted, "Although he is acting like quite a recluse. I would be surprised it the slimy land baron has had any better luck finding him than the rest of us." "True enough," said Snow. "I know that you and mom promised Gwen that you would 'look after him', but this is getting ridiculous. The man has gone out of his way to let us know that he doesn't want to be bothered. He even has his groceries delivered for Christ's sake." That had been true enough. Rose often wondered about their new neighbor. Gwen had told them quite a bit before her unexpected death of a heart attack six months ago. His name was Daniel Stevens and he had been a Marine that had been badly hurt in combat. Gwen had invited him to stay with her when he was released from the hospital. He was a favorite great nephew, and one of the few of her many relatives that had kept in constant touch over the years. Rose grimaced at the thought of the rest of Gwen's relatives. She had had five children, and about a million grandchildren, all living within several hours. And yet the only time Gwen had seen or heard from them was when they needed something, generally money. A grin crossed her face. Gwen had surprised them all when her will was read and Daniel had inherited it all. Gwen had left her relatives a litany of reasons that Daniel had inherited and they had not. They had been furious, threatening to contest the will. Gwen had foreseen this however and her lawyer had carefully made sure that there was absolutely no way they could contest. And so Daniel Stevens had inherited eighty acres, a beautiful house, car and an undisclosed amount of money. The only other person to inherit anything had been her mother, Lily Dahlquist. She and Gwen had been friends since she had moved in with Snow and Rose twenty years ago. Gwen had been surrogate mother and grandmother to the struggling family and remained close throughout the years. Gwen had left Lily an odd section of 10 acres that was on the boarder of their two properties. It was an incredible grove of peeling birch trees and meadows full of wild flowers. As a child, Rose had been convinced that fairies lived there. She had spent an inordinate amount of time in that area just looking for them, or just dreaming in general. Daniel had moved in about three months ago. Only the lawyer had actually met with him. No one else had so much as seen him. She had gone over to the house twice. Both times she had phoned first to let him know she was coming over, she didn't want to be rude. The first timed had been to prune Gwen's roses in early spring, the second to check on them and make sure they were being watered. Rose set the roses on the table and sat down after refilling her lemonade glass. "Anyway," Snow continued, "Jerry, the catalog guy is going to be here Friday and I need those pictures." "I'll have them tonight," said Rose, a little irritated that Snow felt it necessary to repeat herself. "Oh, he was asking about you, too," she smiled. "Who, Jerry?" Rose sighed, "I am not interested in going out with Jerry Miller." "Why not!?" said an exasperated Snow. "He's nice looking, has a good job, nice personality; what's not to be interested in?" "Because he is more interested in you that's why. The man can't keep his eyes off of you. No thank you." "He is not. You're just too damn picky, if you ask me," said Snow. "You are the only twenty three year old virgin that I know." "And you know what," replied Rose, "there is nothing wrong with that! So back off!" Rose stomped back out of the door, ignoring her sister's protests behind her. She was so sick of her sister trying to foist off men on her. One thing she hadn't mentioned was the fact that she didn't want to date Jerry because Snow had already slept with him, shortly after meeting him. She truly loved her sister, but she was very tired of her going through men like they were flavors of ice cream. She only wanted one, THE one, and she was perfectly willing to wait for him. She climbed into her pick-up truck and slammed the door behind her. She drove with no particular destination in mind, but wasn't surprised that she ended up at Gwen Stevenson's house. She had adored Gwen and treated her like a long lost grandmother from the time she was old enough to walk. Gwen's house was similar to theirs, if just a bit smaller. There was an unfamiliar car in the drive and the newer Jeep that Gwen had driven was gone. Maybe he had a visitor, family maybe? Oh, well. She walked up the stairs of the wrap around porch and knocked on the door. No answer. From inside she heard a thump and a crash. "Daniel?" she shouted, "Are you ok?" There was no answer and worried she grabbed the spare key from its hidey hole and opened the door. "Daniel?" Nothing in the house had changed much; the foyer was the same as it always was. It was a bit disconcerting; she expected to hear Gwen say her name any minute. Immediately to her right, through an arched doorway was her office/study/library. It looked like a tornado had hit it. There were papers everywhere, the drawers had been ripped from the desk and several shelves of Gwen's considerable library were scattered around the room. "Holy Shit," she whispered. She pulled her cell phone from her back pocket and flipped it open, intending to call the police. She never got that far though. Hearing a noise behind her she half turned and was tackled to the floor, knocking the wind out of her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw an arm raised to strike her; and everything went black. @@@@@ Daniel turned into the drive, glad to be home after a long day. Home had a great sound to it. For so long his only home was where the military had shipped him. It was nice to have his own place. He smiled at the memory of Gwen, going on and on in her letters about what plants she was planting and how well they were blooming. Occasionally a dried, pressed flower would be sent tucked in between the pages of her letters, scenting the pages with the faint scent of roses. Pulling into the drive he noticed the beat up pickup truck parked in the drive. He recognized it; it belonged to that neighbor girl. He also noticed that the front door was wide open. His lips compressed into a thin line. Being neighborly was one thing; going into his house when he wasn't there was another. Bristling with irritation he pulled his six foot four frame out of his almost new truck, and pulled his cane out after him. He had lost his left leg above the knee over a year ago and his prosthetic had taken some getting used to. Sitting in the truck for the hour drive home had stiffened him up. He was sore everywhere, his physical therapist had really worked him today. Limping in through the open door his eyes took a minute to adjust from the bright sunshine outdoors to the quiet dusk of the house. Stepping forward he surveyed what he could see of the house. Nothing looked out of order in the foyer and he couldn't hear anything but the quiet of the house. Another few steps in and he caught sight of a body sprawled across the floor, surrounded by the remains of a shattered crystal vase. His eyes scanned the room as he felt for a pulse. There was no one else in the room, the windows were unbroken. Maybe they had left through the front door after they had bashed his neighbor? Her pulse was strong and her breathing steady. Brushing the broken glass off of her he lifted her carefully and crossed the three steps to the couch. She was lighter than he thought she would be and she was definitely the girl that had come over several times to look after Gwen's roses. If the few glimpses he had had of her had not been enough, Gwen had pictures of the Dahlquist family pretty much everywhere, from grade school to high school and beyond. She was pretty, with curly brown hair held back in a simple pony, straight nose, curvy lips and freckles. It didn't look like she was wearing any make up and her lashes were long, curving gently on her cheeks. She smelled good, like sunshine, grass, and woman. He groaned quietly to himself. He had the sudden urge to lick along that sweet jawbone to her ear and nibble on the lobe. He mentally slapped himself upside the head. It had been far too long since he had had sex. That had been with his now ex-wife and seemed like a lifetime ago. Rose, if that was the right name, had that 'girl next door' prettiness, absolutely nothing like his ex-wife, who could easily take over an hour 'getting herself together'. This girl looked about as naturally pretty as it was possible to be. He could also see the goose egg on the side of her head, just above the ear. He concentrated on adjusting her comfortably on the sofa. He grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer as he pulled out his cell phone and called the police. It was pretty obvious that she had interrupted someone tossing the office and gotten bashed for her trouble. Hopefully she could identify whoever it was. While he was talking on the phone he didn't notice her eyes open and close several times. @@@@ Rose woke up slowly, with her head pounding. The light hurt her eyes. She could hear a soft baritone voice talking and she listened to the soft cadence without understanding more than a few words here and there. The voice stopped and she opened her eyes again. "Hey there," said the man, hovering over her. "Are you with me?" "What?" she replied, her head pounding with the rhythm of her heartbeat. "God my head hurts." "I'm not surprised with the size of that goose egg above your ear," came the deep and calm voice. There was a hint of laughter in the voice and gentle fingers smoothed a strand of hair out of her face. Rose closed her eyes again and when she came to her eyelids were pried open and a bright, piercing light was shone into them. She shouted something illegible and she lashed out hard with her arms. "Rose dear," it was her mother's voice, "calm down. The paramedic was just checking for a concussion." "What was his first clue? The fact that I was out of it or the lump on my head?" she rasped out. "Keep the damn light out of my eyes, it fricking hurts." "I just need to check your pupils," replied a calm voice. Rose put her hand up to her head, partially shielding her eyes. "You shine that light in my eyes and I will castrate you with my fingernails." "Rose!" A rumble of laughter in that deep baritone warmed her ears. "At least her wits appear to be intact," it laughed. Very carefully Rose was helped to sit up. She recognized where she was now, Gwen's house, the study to be more specific. "What the hell happened?" "You don't remember?" A very handsome, very scarred face came into view as a huge bear of a man sat on the couch next to her. The left side of his face was laced with thin scars, one of which crossed his bottom lip. There was a nasty scar that looked like a burn scar that crossed his left eyebrow and continued up into his hairline. The most arresting feature however was a pair of pale green eyes looking out at her from a small collection of laugh lines. Rose cocked her head slightly, trying to place him. "Daniel?" she finally asked. "Pleased to meet you," he smiled at her. "Pleased my ass," she replied, her thoughts going directly to her mouth without benefit of filtering through her brain. "You don't return phone calls for three months? Gwen wanted us to look in on you from time to time. You made that a little hard to do." "I've been busy," he replied with a wry smile. "Yeah, well you have missed out on three months of mom's cooking. And that is a tragedy," she replied, trying to take the sting out of her previous comment. What the hell was wrong with her, the shy girl was cussing people out and berating a man twice her size. She would have shaken her head at herself if it didn't hurt so much. He chuckled, a deep, throaty chuckle that sent a shiver down her spine. Her mother laughed as well. "I think we can remedy that easily enough." "It is too bad that I couldn't have shown up until after you," she told Daniel, "I could have been the one calling the cops after you beat the shit out of your robber." Daniel chuckled again and smiled at her with a lopsided grin that made her heart skip a beat. He had carried her out to the car and she had felt like a child in the big man's arms. He had limped badly but there was never a moment that she didn't feel safe. She was used to being the tall one and he made her feel positively little. He smelled like soap and aftershave and she liked the feeling of his arms around her. In her opinion it was far too short a trip to the car. A quick trip to the hospital with her mother showed that it was just a concussion. Her mother got instructions to wake her regularly through the night and have a follow up visit with her doctor in the next couple of days. It was almost suppertime when they got back to the house. Exhausted, with her head aching Rose crawled into bed. Just the thought of supper made her nauseous. She was glad that Snow hadn't been home when they got there. She really didn't want to rehash everything at the moment. She drifted off to the memory of being carried in Daniel's arms. @@@@ Two days later... Rose had just finished the pictures for Snow when there was a light tap on the office door. "Come in," she called absently as she printed out a copy of her favorite and saved it and several others to disk. "Pretty," came a deep voice from behind her. Rose jumped. She had been expecting her mother. "Hi Daniel," she smiled up at him. He was just as big as she remembered. He looked good in worn blue jeans and a sage t-shirt that brought out the green in his eyes. He was also a bit on the hairy side but the hair on his arms and the v of his tee shirt was very blonde and looked silky soft. He was using a cane today she noticed. "You look like you are feeling a bit better," Daniel said with a grin. She did too. She wasn't the type of girl that he had usually been attracted to. She wore no make-up and a casual shirt and shorts that showed an athletic figure. Even without all of the 'accessories' she managed to look beautiful. "Yeah, amazing what sleeping for two days and a lot of Tylenol will do for you," she replied. "Did you ever find out what our mystery break in man was after?" she asked. Daniel sat down in the neighboring chair and she swiveled her desk chair to face him. "No," he said shaking his head, "Nothing was missing. Most of the documents and stuff were Aunt Gwen's anyway. Most of my stuff is still being stored in the garage. What is left of it anyway." His eyes had darkened with that remark, and his lips had quirked downward into a frown. Rose arched an eyebrow at him, her expression curious. "Just how much did Aunt Gwen tell you guys about me anyway?" Rose grinned at him, her honey brown eyes sparkling. "Pretty much everything," she told him, laughing at his expression. "We were updated on pretty much everything that you did. She was really proud of you, you know. She was over the moon when you said that you would come and stay with her." "I was looking forward to it," he confessed. "With all the shit that was going down, visiting Gwen sounded like heaven. I hadn't been here for over ten years." Rose looked at him curiously. "Divorce," he replied to her unspoken question. "A very nasty divorce." "Oh," said Rose, "I'm sorry. Gwen never mentioned that you were divorcing." Daniel leaned back, stretching out his legs a bit. "I didn't tell her about it, I didn't want to worry her. Believe me it was a surprise for me at the time. Diane couldn't handle it when I was injured. My face looked like so much ground up hamburger at the time. They thought they could save my leg for a while but the infection just got too bad." He shrugged. "She showed her selfish side and tried to take me for everything. Unfortunately for her she made more money than I did, so the judge was pretty fair." "She divorced you while you were in the hospital?" asked Rose, rather disbelieving. The very thought of Daniel being abandoned and alone while so obviously in need upset her. "Don't look so worried, little one," Daniel said. "It turned out for the best. The divorce was final right before Aunt Gwen died." He laughed, "The ex was pretty pissed that she missed out on a piece of a pretty sizable inheritance." "I can't believe she would leave you while you were in the hospital," Rose said, still shaking her head. Daniel shrugged. "Your mom was telling me about some guy trying to pressure people into selling their land. Can you tell me a bit more about it? Lily said you were the one to ask." Rose noticed the topic change and mentally shrugged. "His name is Maxwell Taylor. Supposedly he is buying up property around town." She swung her chair around a little bit and propped her feet up. "Summerville is pretty much a bedroom community for Mitchell. Gwen's ninety acres and our hundred and thirty are right off the main road and positioned in a really nice area. I think that he has visions of sub-divisions running through his head. A lot of people commute the 35 miles or so." "Yeah," interjected Daniel, "I go back and forth for physical therapy a couple of days a week. Plus the shopping is cheaper." Rose nodded. "He was really pushy with Gwen and she ended up telling him to get lost. Then he tangled with mom and ended up in a shouting match with her on the front lawn. According to rumor he is putting pressure on a lot of people to sell. He is reputed to have some pretty underhanded methods too, but no one has pressed charges or anything so it is hard to know for sure." "Hmm," said Daniel, his green eyes thoughtful, "I'm not selling but it is good to know who is crawling around." "Are you planning on staying then?" Rose asked curiously. "Yeah, I think so," Daniel replied. "I have medical discharge from the Marines and Gwen left me sitting fairly well. I may get into the dog training and breeding business. I have always wanted to and this is the perfect opportunity." Rose didn't miss the sparkle in his eye or the excitement on his face as he talked about his plans. She was very aware of his rather overpowering masculinity and found herself watching his lips as he spoke. He had perfect lips, curvy and not to thin, she wondered if his kisses would be soft and gentle or demanding, or both. "What kind of dogs?" she asked, rather distracted by her thoughts running rampant. "I don't know yet," he replied. "We had a lot of canine units that we worked with, bomb sniffers and such. Labradors, Sheperds, they were all pretty incredible. I would have to do some research before I chose a breed." He cocked his head, "What are you smiling about?" Rose laughed. "I suddenly had this picture in my head of you surrounded by puppies and getting swarmed." Daniel laughed, a deep belly laugh that sent shivers down her spine. "Rose?" Snow's voice sounded and she pushed through the half open door. "Did you have those pictures ready for me?" She caught sight of Daniel sitting casually on the loveseat, and her eyes widened in appreciation. "Daniel this is my sister, Snow," Rose said her heart sinking. Snow looked gorgeous and polished in her casual business suit. Rose suddenly felt completely underdressed in her shorts and tee. "Nice to meet you. Your mother mentioned that she had two daughters," Daniel rose and shook Snow's hand. "Nice to meet you too Daniel," replied Snow, smiling broadly. Rose could see that Snow was 'turning on the charm' as her mother liked to call it. "I hope that we will see you around here more often. Gwen told us so much about you." In Rose's opinion Daniel's scars only seemed to accent his masculinity and did not deter from his attractiveness one bit. From the flirting that Snow was doing she seemed to share Rose's opinion. "Did you have those shots for me Rose?" She asked, shifting her attention. "Mr. Miller is here and I don't want to keep him waiting." "Yup," Rose replied, handing the printed copies as well as the copied disk to her sister. She noticed that Jerry had become Mr. Miller. Just to like Snow to put distance between her and Jerry to accent the fact that they were not involved. "Thanks Rose. Nice meeting you Daniel." "Nice to meet you too Snow," he replied. He shifted his attention to Rose. "I should get going," he said. "I have been talking your ear off." "Not at all," said Rose, surprised at his remark, "I may have to put dibs on a puppy once you start breeding." She rose and began walking with him. "Our Labrador passed away about three years ago and mom just didn't have the heart to get another dog. Jazz was practically a sibling." "Labs are definitely on the short list," Daniel said as they walked to the front door. "You would probably find a good market for them too," said Rose. "This is pretty good hunting territory and Labs are pretty popular." "See you later," said Daniel smiling down at her. Rose smiled back at him. She loved the fact that she came up to about his chin. "Don't be a stranger Daniel. Stop by anytime, you have a standing invite for supper. Mom really is a killer cook." Rose watched his broad shouldered form limp out to his truck. He waved as he turned out into the main road and Rose gave a sigh before heading back into the house. Maybe she should have her mother call and invite him to dinner. @@@@ Daniel took the opportunity presented by the disaster in the study to go through much of Gwen's files and desk, shredding the things that were so much clutter and filing away the few of any importance. He also unpacked several of the boxes full of his own office things and books. Quite a bit of the knick-knack clutter was packed away in the then empty boxes. He had loved Aunt Gwen dearly but practically every square inch of space in her house was covered in small breakables that drove him nuts. The ones covering the kitchen counters had already been removed. He loved to cook and Gwen's kitchen was pretty well stocked with good utensils. As he went through the office he could not keep his mind off of Rose. He was finding himself very attracted to her, to the point of some rather indecent fantasies. He had been out of the dating game for quite a while. While some of his buddies had not had any problem finding partners away from their wives, he had preferred to stay faithful to his wife. They had dated for two years before they had gotten married. And the marriage had lasted for four. He had found out from some of his non military friends that Diane had not been as faithful to him as he had been to her. That had stung. Was he really ready to start another relationship? He didn't think that Rose was into casual sex, although Snow was another story. He chuckled to himself as he recalled some of her rather blatant flirting. Her polished sophistication reminded him rather strongly of his ex, and he was not going to go there. Rose was rather like a breath of fresh air. She was open and honest and beautiful in a very real and ordinary way. She was also easy to talk to and seemed to take a genuine interest in him and his plans for the future. He had had dinner over at the Dahlquist house two days after he had stopped by. Rose had been right, Lily was a killer cook and he had enjoyed it. He had been talked into a game of one on one basketball with Rose while they were waiting for dinner and that was probably his favorite part of the evening. She was fast and didn't cut him any slack, even with his prosthetic showing plainly from his long shorts. He had beaten her to the ten points but she had made him work for it. That had been great, being treated like a normal person rather than a cripple that you should feel sorry for. For not the first time he found himself wondering if her skin would taste good. He groaned. He was hard as a rock again and was finding that he was masturbating like he hadn't done since high school, constantly. He began to stroke himself again as he tried to think of an excuse to go and see her tomorrow. @@@@ Rose woke from a rather pleasant dream of walking hand and hand with Daniel to the smell of smoke. This time of year it was unusual for someone to be burning leaves or anything else, especially at this time of night. Her windows were open wide to catch the breeze and her ceiling fan spun lazily. There was definitely something burning. Rolling out of bed she went to the window and was momentarily stunned. The field with her roses was on fire. Shrieking for her mother and sister at the top of her lungs she raced down the stairs at breakneck speed. Barefoot she raced out the door to the irrigation controls that were on the side of the first greenhouse. They had installed a drip irrigation system several years ago that covered the acres of her roses. She turned them on full blast, hoping that at least the rootstock could be saved (she didn't graft her roses on to hardier rootstock). Then she grabbed the stack of old blankets that they had to cover plants incase of an early frost and raced down to the rows of roses. They were blazing and Rose simply threw the blankets over them hoping to smother the flames. She could smell the distinctive smell of gasoline as she continued further down the rows containing her newest hybrids. She was coughing now as the occasional errant breeze blew smoke at her. As she threw the last blanket she had with her over another rose bush she could hear the sirens of the approaching fire trucks. She ran back up to the house in time to have the trucks pass her on their way down to the field. "Rose!" her mother shouted. She ran forward and draped a light blanket over her daughter's shoulders. "Someone torched them," Rose screamed in anger, "you can smell the gasoline. I'll hunt them down and skin them alive!" She burst into tears and practically fell into her mothers arms. Years of nurturing had just gone up in flames and Rose felt as if she was watching her children die. She watched the fire trucks hosing down the field while Snow held her hand on one side and her mother on the other. A pick up truck pulled into the drive and a tousle haired Daniel leapt out. He started up to where they were sitting on the porch steps. "What the hell happened?" he asked. Rose was still sobbing not able to speak. "Someone set fire to the field," Lily answered, her eyes bleak. "Rose said she could smell the gasoline. I don't know how many of them will survive at this point. Who would do such a thing!" her famous calm was slipping and Daniel could see the anguish underneath the calm façade. "Is everyone ok?" he asked, sitting a step below them. Lily nodded, still cradling Rose in her arms. Snow was on her sisters other side holding on tight to her sisters hand with one hand and stroking her back with the other. Watching them, Daniel was struck by their closeness. It was like he had always imagined a family should be. Despite the small irritations between the three women that were the normal everyday occurrences, at their core was a strength made up of their love and devotion for each other. At that moment he was struck with a longing to be a part of that family. He wanted to be the one holding Rose in his arms, comforting and being comforted. The next hour or so was busy. The police were there, taking statements from everyone. The firemen were mopping up the remains of the fire, making sure that everything was out. Lily pulled out cookies and other assorted goodies from the freezer and fed everyone, thanking the firefighters and policemen by name. Daniel caught sight of Rose, staring forlornly out of the back kitchen window at the moonlit remains of her roses. He put his arm around her and was pleased that she cuddled up next to him, her hand snaking around his waist and her head tucking in perfectly to the hollow of his shoulder. He had had a mind melting lust moment earlier when he realized that she was only wearing panties and a shirt that only came down to the tops of her thighs. She had pulled on a pair of jeans but he was still very aware of the fact that she was not wearing a bra. She felt absolutely perfect in his arms, even smelling of smoke. He smiled inwardly at himself. His decision on whether to be involved with Rose was pretty much already made. He had been fooling himself to think otherwise. Lily and Snow exchanged glances and smiles at the back of the couple. Snow was a little disappointed that Daniel obviously preferred Rose. But at the same time she was glad that Rose apparently had a great guy showing an interest in her, an interest that she returned. She hoped that things would work out for her rather introverted sister. Although if Daniel hurt her she would have to kill him, figuratively speaking of course. @@@@ After a few hours of restless sleep the household was up with the sun. Lily had called the four part time summer helpers they had along with a lot of friends. By six in the morning the roses were well on their way to being dug up and moved. As much of the soil as possible was gently rinsed off and the plants themselves were pruned back and washed with dishwashing detergent to get as much of the residual gasoline off as possible. The field to the west of the house was quickly plowed under and Rose was supervising the replanting of her precious roses. By the end of the day every single plant that looked like it had a chance to survive had been moved. The top layer of soil had been scraped up and hauled away in successive truck loads. Rose had long since collapsed into bed by the time Daniel had finished his phone calls. He went to the spare bedroom that Lily had set up for him and after a quick shower was beyond grateful that he did not have to drive home. The bed was a bit small for his large frame so he slept kitty-corner and was asleep before his head hit the pillow. He spent the next week at the Dahlquist farm, leaving only to get clean clothes and keep his physical therapy appointments. He had really enjoyed the physical labor of helping clean up after the arsonist had torched Rose's field. Rose herself had been fun to work with, she enjoyed getting her hands dirty and worked even harder than he did, hauling manure to her transplants, taking cuttings and in general trying to be everywhere and do everything at once. He had never enjoyed a woman's company more, even surrounded by the pungent scent of manure. Cade, the private detective that he had hired to look into the arson had called twice to update him and it looked like he had a few leads. He was the friend of a friend and that connection had turned out to be a good one. Daniel hadn't told the Dahlquist women about the detective yet, he was hoping to have solid evidence to present to them without them worrying about it. "Daniel," came a soft voice. He groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers up to his ears. "Daniel, it is almost noon. Mom left lunch for us. It is time to get up," the voice laughed. The covers were tugged at gently. Daniel had been flirting with her for the last week and a half and she was enjoying teasing him right back. "Still sleeping," he groused, "leave a message at the tone, beep." Rose laughed, "out of bed sleepy head," she said in a sing-song bed and gave the covers a harder yank. The covers gave and she got an eyeful of Daniels gloriously naked body, from shoulders to butt, as she stood there with her hands full of blankets. She was quite unable to move as she took in the broad, muscled back that narrowed to slim hips with perfect buttocks that were several shades lighter than the rest of him. Daniel felt the sudden draft and heard the intake of Rose's breath. He waited for several moments and gave a glance over his shoulder. Rose stood there obviously transfixed, her eyes wide and stunned. Feeling mischievous Daniel pounced, and in moments had Rose lying on top of his naked body, held securely with his strong arms. The thin sheet was now dangerously low on his hips. "Daniel!" she squeaked. "Well," he drawled, "you took away my covers so I guess you will just have to replace them." "Daniel," she said again, blushing furiously, squirming as she tried to get away. He groaned at the feel of her body against him. "Rose honey you need to stop wiggling." Rose stopped abruptly. She suddenly realized that she could feel his arousal against her. And then Daniel leaned up, his green eyes questioning, and began kissing her; long, slow, deep kisses that she could feel all the way down to her toes. They were both breathless when they parted. "Wow," Rose whispered. She was lying on top of Daniel, his right leg between hers. She could feel his arousal pressed against her hip, and she blushed. "You are absolutely gorgeous when you blush," he told her. Rose leaned in for another kiss. "Not nearly as gorgeous as you look all mostly naked and tousled," she whispered to him, between soft kisses. Daniel loved the taste of her and his tongue explored her mouth as his hands stroked her back through the t-shirt she was wearing. He was drowning in her scent and had to hold on tight to his control. From their conversations during the last week he knew that she hadn't dated a whole lot and he wondered how experienced she was. The last thing he wanted was to come on too strong and scare her. Rose's hands became a bit bolder and she began to stroke the tanned skin that she had been admiring since she had met him. She rolled to his left side a bit so she could have better access. Her fingers began play with his nipple and the wealth of hair on his chest as he gasped against her mouth. She stopped at his response, wondering if she had done something wrong. His vibrant green eyes opened and met her questioning brown ones. "Touch me," he rasped, "please Rose." She smiled, liking the feel of this big man wanting her. Rose leaned in and began to trail kisses down his throat, nipping and tasting as her fingers stroked the skin of his chest and arm. She had lost track of the times in the last week that she had wanted to reach out and touch him as he worked beside her, to |
run her fingers through his short hair (that he was threatening to have buzzed). Daniel groaned and panted with each feather light touch on his body. His entire body was reacting to her innocent touches and he felt like he was about to go up in flames. He pulled her back up for a kiss, tasting her like a starving man would fall on a meal. The kisses picked up speed and he pulled her gently to him, hip to hip, belly to belly. Their hips began to grind against each other. Rose was absolutely lost in the kiss and she pulled Daniel over her so that he body was partially covering hers and his right leg in between hers, his erection hard against her hip. Rose wrapped her leg over his hip and began to move against him. Their bodies nudged and flexed against one another in mock intercourse as he devoured her mouth with his own and ran his fingers though her tousled brown hair. He moaned into her mouth as he kissed her. The sound added erotic fuel to the fire and she moved her body with his. Every part of her was on fire with need and she was surrounded with Daniel's scent, his strong, trembling body pressed against hers, his moans as he kissed her, his fingers gentle as they stroked her face and hair. "Rose, Rose," he moaned, "we have to stop, I'm so close honey, Rose." Rose heard him and was suddenly aware of where she was and what she was doing. She didn't want to stop. She didn't want to be the good responsible Rose that she knew so well. Once, just once she wanted to throw caution to the wind and take a chance. Very deliberately she slid her right hand between their bodies until she could feel his erection through the thin sheet that separated them. She stroked his length, marveling at its heat and firmness. She began to stroke him, pushing her hand down his length and pulling up. Daniel gasped and moaned at the same time, his entire body reacting to her hands on him. He bucked his hips and threw back his head as he came so hard it felt like his orgasm started from his toes. He cried out with agonized pleasure as he felt each spurt of fluid leave his body. Rose continued to stroke him through his orgasm. She was still beyond aroused but felt a strange sense of satisfaction that she could pleasure Daniel to the point where he lost control. She watched his face open mouthed as he was left panting and shaking in aftermath. "Wow," he said as he pulled her close, "my God Rose." She giggled and buried her face in his shoulder, blushing furiously "Do you have any idea how incredible you are?" he asked. He kissed her again, long and deep. He couldn't stop tasting her. "I suppose that it is a little late for this but will you date me? Exclusively?" Rose couldn't stop grinning as she looked up at him. "Oh yeah," she told him. "I should tell you that I am the jealous type." Daniel cradled her face in his hand, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone. "You will never, ever have to worry about that sweetheart," he told her, his eyes serious. "I know," she replied, "kiss me?" His lips met hers again and she melted in his arms. "Mom and Snow won't be back for hours," she whispered to him between heated kisses. She took his hand and slid it down her body until it cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing over the erect nipple through her shirt and bra. "Are you sure babe?" Daniel asked. "Yes," she told him, looking at him from under her lashes. Her stomach was tight with nervousness but with every touch she was more and more sure that this was right, so right. She let out a shivery moan as his mouth followed his thumb, nipping gently through the fabric, sucking and nuzzling. Daniel pushed her shirt up, unhooked her front clasp bra and began to explore her breasts. Rose made little incoherent sounds of pleasure as he nibbled and sucked the soft skin of her breast, taunting and teasing her nipples only to lick and caress around them, driving her crazy. His right hand unzipped her shorts and slid his hand inside. He moaned when he found her absolutely soaked. The primitive male inside of him growled with pleasure at the thought that he was the one to make her this wet; so slick and ready for him. He slid his middle finger in between her folds and began to gently play with her slippery clitoris as he continued to suckle and caress her nipples with his tongue, lips and teeth. Rose was gasping now as her senses were assaulted with his gentle attack. She writhed and moaned in need as his fingers slid deeper into her and the heel of his hand began to grind against her clit. He thrust deeper and deeper with his thick fingers, stretching her open, that small pain combining with incredible pleasure to send her over the edge into an incredible climax. His mouth covered hers in a kiss that muffled her cries as she bucked against his hand. "Daniel," she panted when she could speak again, "I need you, inside me, please." Daniel's already rock hard cock twitched, and he moaned aloud at the images of Rose with her legs wrapped around him as he slid that aching part of himself deep inside of her. "I don't have condoms with me Rose," he managed to rasp out, keeping control of himself with only the thinnest of margins. "I'm on the pill Dan," she pleaded, "please." He did know that he was clean. When he had found out that his wife had been cheating the first thing he had done was get tested. Rose bucked her hips up again, forcing his fingers deeper inside of her. She moaned. "Please Daniel; I've been waiting for you for so long, please." "Waiting?" he murmured as he helped pull her cloths off. She smiled rather shyly into his questioning green eyes. "I've never done this before Daniel. I was waiting for the right person." "God," he groaned. He nudged his dripping cock into her slick entrance. "Mine," he whispered, "all mine, every damn inch of you." He claimed her mouth, thrusting his tongue in time with his shallow thrusts into her slick body. "Gonna make you come so hard," he promised, as he slid deeper into her body, trying to be careful, desperately wanting to make it good for her, even as his body wanted to lose all control and fuck her until he came. Rose bucked her hips up, trying to take him deeper. "More," she whimpered, "more, oh God please." In her to the hilt, belly to belly, her legs spread wide he began to thrust. "Mine, Rose, mine," he chanted, his body on the verge of agonizing pleasure. Her body moved in time with him, her breathless cries urging him on, her hands clawing at his back. A thought in the back of his mind pushed forward as he drown himself in her body. He wished she wasn't on the pill. He wished that his naked cock would flood her unprotected body and make her pregnant with his baby. His baby, growing in her belly. He clung to his control until he heard her shriek. He shattered as he climaxed so hard he saw stars, pounding himself into her body mercilessly. He was pouring his seed deep into her body, as it was squeezing and pulsing around him. He collapsed, exhausted, trying to go off her side so that he wouldn't crush her. For long minutes he just lay there, aftershocks of the strongest orgasm he had ever had in his life still sending thrills of sensation through his body. He could feel himself shrinking and pulling out of her body as he held her close. "Rose?" he murmured. "Hmmm," she replied, limp and lazy in the afterglow. "I don't think I have ever been happier than I am at this moment. I mean it," he said, nuzzling her hair. "I spent six years with my ex and I was never once as happy as I am right now." Rose snuggled closer to him. She knew that she loved him; she had pretty much since the moment she laid eyes on him. "I feel the same way Daniel,' she told him. She giggled. "I think I should send your ex a thank-you card for being so stupid as to let you go," she said, kissing him softly. He laughed. They never did get lunch. @@@@ That evening Daniel was putting the finishing touches on the dinner he was cooking for Rose. Ordinarily he would have opened a bottle of wine but the medications he was on currently warned against it. Instead he had cranberry juice in a wine glass, sipping it while he was cooking. The table was already set with Gwen's linen tablecloth and good dishes and the candles were ready to be lit. He grinned to himself. The upstairs was ready too, the bed with fresh sheets and the bathroom with fluffy towels; just incase things went in that direction, he told himself. The phone rang. He answered it and shortly pulled the pan with the tenderloins off the stove while he sat down to listen. "Are you sure, Cade?" he asked the detective. "Absolutely," said the P.I., "the guy was real sloppy, he left evidence all over the place. I have already given my evidence to Sherriff Gibbs. I have your copy." "I'll swing in tomorrow," Daniel told him. "Thanks for your hard work, I really appreciate it." "Actually I could..." "Daniel?" Rose's voice called from the front of the house. "I'm in the kitchen," he replied, covering the mouthpiece with his hand, raising his voice a little, "you're right on time." He turned around to greet her and froze. Standing with his arm around Rose's throat and a gun in his hand, stood a dark haired young man in a disheveled suit. He was only a couple inches taller than Rose which put him at about 6 foot. He looked strong with broad shoulders. "Where is Snow?" he demanded. "Jerry please," said Rose softly. "Shut up," he yelled at her. He turned his eyes back to Daniel, "Where is Snow!" he said again, "I know she is here." "I am afraid that I don't know what you are talking about," Daniel said slowly. From the wild look in the guy's eyes it was obvious that he wasn't firing on all cylinders. He set the phone down on the counter. It was still on and he was hoping that Cade was hearing this and calling the cops. "Don't act all innocent with me," Jerry said, practically spitting out the words, "you have been after her from the beginning. You're the reason she won't go out with me again, you and her damn family. Work, work, work that is all she ever has time for; those damn flowers. 'I'm sorry Jerry but I am working at home tonight, I'm sorry Jerry I have to help Rose with the picture layouts," he said in a falsetto. "Well not anymore," he snarled. "Once they and you are out of the picture she will have plenty of time for me. Now start moving!" He gestured to Daniel's left, away from the counter where the knives were kept within easy reach. "I am dating Rose, not Snow," Daniel said as he moved in the indicated direction. "Two timing her with her own sister," Jerry spat, his voice full of rage, "what a bastard. Keep your hands up!" he shouted as he followed Daniel through the kitchen. "Ok, ok," said Daniel as he continued to back up. Jerry's gun was pointed at him but it was wavering quite a bit as he gestured with it. He could see the fear on Rose's face and he longed to reassure her. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Cade was in the house. How the hell he had managed to get there so fast? He was quietly creeping up behind Jerry. He must have been in the area. "Where are we going anyway?" he asked, trying to keep Jerry distracted. Jerry never got a chance to answer. As Cade swung the butt of his gun like a club, Daniel hit the deck. Jerry dropped like a rock, taking Rose to the floor with him. The gun that he had been waving around did not go off. Daniel had a shocked and startled Rose in his arms two seconds later. "Are you ok Rose?" he asked trying to hold her and check for injuries at the same time. "Yeah," she replied, looking a bit dazed. "Rose this is Cade Munroe," Daniel said. Rose was taking in the tall, good looking black man that was frisking an unconscious Jerry. "He is a private detective from Springfield. I hired him to look into the arson at your place." "Hi," said Rose. "Aren't you a little far afield for such a quick rescue?" she asked. Cade grinned at her, flashing a charming dimple in his left cheek. "Actually I was on my way over here when I was on the phone with Dan here. My sister and her husband live in Summerville and had invited me over for a barbeque tonight." "You aren't single are you?" Cade looked startled. "Why yes I am, why do you ask?" "I think my sister needs to start dating better guys," she replied with a smile, "you look like a pretty good candidate." She tilted her head up to look at Daniel, "unless you have any brother's you would like to volunteer?" Both Cade and Daniel started laughing as the sirens could be heard outside. One Year Later..... Daniel Phillip Stevens stood sweating in his full dress uniform despite the air conditioner and ceiling fans that were keeping the room relatively cool. His brother was standing to his left, also in military dress. The church was full to capacity and then some. Many of his friends from the service were here, as were the friends he had made in the last year. He couldn't believe that he was enjoying living next to his soon to be mother- in-law. Part of that was just her kindness, her incredible cooking and a large part was that she always called before she came over. He appreciated that. His parents adored her, as did his brother, Sam. Hell his parents were already planning Christmas with her. The music started and he was pulled out of his reverie. Snow came down the aisle first, wearing a dress of a deep reddish pink silk that suited her fair skin and dark hair to perfection. He barely noticed her. His eyes were riveted on the beauty in white that was next down the aisle, arm and arm with her mother. His heart started pounding in his chest. Rose carried a bouquet of her favorite roses the same shade as Snow's dress. He didn't notice the details of her dress, just that it showed the golden tan skin with a smattering of freckles that he loved to stroke. In his opinion it showed far too much cleavage; that cleavage was his and he didn't want anyone else getting ideas. He grinned inwardly; Rose hated her freckles but she had shown incredible enthusiasm for his game of 'connect the dots' that he played with his tongue. He reached out and took her hand in his, his Rose, his from this day forward. Everyday just continued to get better, one after the other. He was hoping that the happiness of this moment would continue and they would get a lifetime of it. _I don't know Zac personally. I wish I did ;) If you have any comments, plot ideas or constructive criticism then please do leave a comment. The more feedback I get the better the story can hopefully be. This is my first story so apologies for any grammatical errors._ ~ ~ ~ Chapter One ~ ~ ~ The summer weather caused London to be a particularly busy day. I spent about 30 minutes walking along the crowded pavements, shifting left and right when a stranger was blocking my way. I eventually got to my destination and pushed the glass door that had 'Heritage Grooming' written in bold, fancy lettering. My stylist greeted me and took me to a seat in front of a large mirror. "So Harry are you having what you normally have?." asked Gary. "Yeah that would be great but could you make the sides shorter than usual, just a little?." He hummed whilst flicking through my hair with his fingers and a comb, "Sure thing." I tilted my head down to scroll through my emails on my smartphone. A few minutes later I heard footsteps on the wooden flooring, the sound of the footsteps stopped at a seat next to me. I didn't pay any attention to who was taking a seat until Caroline, another hair stylist, spoke. "Hi, what would you like Mr Efron." The man chuckled a little and exclaimed "Please just call me Zac. Erm I think I need to get it cleaned up, it's getting pretty long..." His voice sounded quite deep and had an American accent. I didn't catch the rest of what he said because my eyes had lit up, stunned at what I had heard. Was this Zac Efron? A man I've fantasized about countless times or was it another man with the same name. I lifted my head and stared at the mirror, I could see that Gary was busy cutting away so I took this as a chance to have a quick glance at the mirror on the left. He had a faint smile and was focusing on what the stylist was saying. I examined his handsome face. The shape of his dark eyebrows, the straight nose and his beautiful blue eyes. It really was him. He looked so manly; his facial hair was much more prominent than you would assume he had, it was thicker than the typical designer stubble, almost like a beard, his eyes were concentrated on the mirror in front. I stared at him and noticed he had a blue short-sleeve shirt on. His built physique filled the shirt, broad shouldered and the sleeves stuck tightly to his triceps and biceps. Zac's arms looked firm, I imagined that they were capable of throwing a grown man onto a bed with ease. My mind started to wonder, I had an urge to climb onto his lap, kiss his soft lips and have his arms wrap around me. "Oh you know who he is as well?" "What?" I didn't realise Gary was speaking to me then, my eyes shot back to my own mirror. "The guy on the left - Zac Efron. More celebrities seem to be coming here this year." I tried to make conversation. "Yeah all these celebrities coming here is sure to boost the image of this place, it's about time this place got the recognition it deserves. Just don't forget about me and start cancelling my appointments." Gary laughed "We'd never do that man, you're one of our most loyal customers!" He continued cutting my hair and occasionally I would steal a glance at Zac. God, he looked so sexy. I thought about what he'd look like naked on the chair, his legs positioned pointing outward, a full view of his manhood ready to be sucked and those thoughts alone made my cock hard. Zac didn't seem to notice that I was staring at him, at least that's what I thought. After about an hour I smiled and told Gary I was pleased with my haircut. Then a voice from the left appeared, it was Zac, "Looks good man." He was smiling and reiterated "Your hair, it looks good man." "Oh cheers." I got a tad flustered so I gave him a thankful nod. I got up, paid and left the building amazed that Zac Efron had complimented my hair. It's not often a stranger tells you something like that in a hair salon. My next stop was to head towards a tailoring company because I decided it was time I invested in a few good suits for the networking event I was attending in a few days. I had a smile glued on my face. I wanted to go home and jerk off to the images that were running through my mind. The store had an array of suits on display, I had a look around for a while and the footwear section caught my eye. A sales assistant helped me pick some shoes. As I was trying on a pair of brogues I heard someone. "Excuse me." I turned around. I couldn't believe it, it was Zac again. "Oh hi there". I wasn't sure what to say. "Hi man, I'm just here to collect a suit, you shop here as well?" "No erm, this is my first time" "Huh what a strange coincidence that I see you right after the hair salon". After he spoke my eyes were drawn to his hair, it was short enough to wear up and off his face and he was sporting short stubble now. Zac stood slightly taller than me by about an inch but he definitely looked much bigger than me. He was no longer just a skinny guy with some washboard abs like he was in High School Musical. He had gained more mass; more muscle and his whole presence overwhelmed me inside. I thought it was time to return his compliment from before. "Small world I guess, nice haircut by the way." The truth was I thought his haircut was more than just nice, it looked so damn sexy on him that I had an urge to stroke it. "Thanks man, my name's Zac." I gave him a handshake, his hands felt soft but the grip was firm. "I'm Harry; I think I know who you are already. You were in that movie High School Musical right?" He laughed softly "Yeah but that was a long time ago, I've been acting in other stuff as well recently." I thought he'd be a busy man and would need to go. "Well it was nice meeting you Harry." I gave a smile and said something similar. I wanted to speak to him again and was sad that the conversation ended. He started to walk towards the doors and I got back to trying my shoes on. "Excuse me, hey I know this is out of the blue." I turned around "Hi again, whats up?" I was surprised he hadn't left the store yet. "Erm, I know we only just met but since you and I seem to have similar tastes in places to shop at then maybe you want to come shopping with me?" I must have looked a tad confused. "Sorry, that sounded weird, you must have plans. Sorry to disturb you man." "No! No! I'm fine. I mean I'm free. Yeah we can go shopping." I smiled and said "Sure". Zac looked elated. Was this really happening? I began looking around as if I had lost something and saw I hadn't chosen a pair of shoes. "Those would look good with a black suit." he mentioned. "I think so too." The rest of the day was spent in his chauffeur driven car taking us to various upmarket stores. We bought some shirts, t-shirts and few other things. We talked quite a lot, I told him about my job as a project manager in London and that I lived here all my life. I acted as if I wasn't exactly sure about what films he was in when I asked him inquisitively about what other work he had done. I wasn't sure why I was trying to deceive him into thinking I didn't know much about his career. I suppose I didn't want him thinking I was an obsessed fan. I wasn't stalking his every move, I didn't have posters of him in my room or merchandise based on him. But I admit I've watched his film's '17 Again', 'The Lucky One' and I've jerked off plenty of times to shirtless photos of him. I asked him about his time in London and we discussed a few others things about the city. We had been shopping for around 3 hours. Throughout the day I had spent with him so far I wondered if I was coming across as weird or boring and if he was just being polite by not asking me to leave. I looked at my watch. "It's nearly 4pm!" "Oh wow the time's flown by!" Zac said. "Yeah, I had a good time man, I should head back home, I need to make dinner and give the office a call." I wasn't sure what to do, was I supposed to say goodbye forever or did he want to arrange another meeting? "I had a good time too." Zac said. There was a short but noticeable silence. He was smiling and then looked at his own watch briefly. "We should hang out some other time, you could show me around London more." "Mm, sure no worries." I said. "Well if your driver doesn't mind dropping me off at my place I'd appreciate it." "Yeah of course! It's the least I could do but if you wanted to, that is, you could just have lunch in the hotel I'm staying at?" "Sorry?" "It's not far from here and it'd save you from cooking." I was indeed very hungry but the hunger sort of disappeared because my mind started to think about what Zac had just said. He wants to spend more time with me. Plain, ordinary, boring me. However I didn't want to intrude or make him feel obligated to spend more time with me. "No it's alright Zac, you don't want to bored by me, I'll just head home." "No, you're not boring at all man. I even have a little office that you could use if you need to call work after." I enjoyed the attention he was giving me. "Please bro, I insist! You gotta try the food at this place". Zac chuckled a little. His teeth looked perfectly straight and were a Hollywood white. I couldn't resist the offer, could I? "Alright." I said with a smile. Zac then signaled to the driver and we drove back to The Corinthia, a luxury hotel. We discussed what kind of food we liked, he liked Mexican which I didn't but we both loved Italian. The interior of the hotel was glorious and tastefully designed. The food was fantastic as well. I paid close attention to everything he said, he told me about his wild adventures he went on with some of his colleagues and friends. Nobody bothered us whilst we ate which I was surprised by considering Zac's celebrity status but then again the hotel was very classy and I think people too were busy eating or talking to even notice the people sat nearby. "Do you want to get some dessert?" he asked me. "I'm pretty full thanks, but you get some if you want to." "Nah dude I'm pretty full as well. Hey did I tell you about the cool view I have in my suite?" "No you didn't, this entire place is a great view itself to be honest!" "You gotta see this view though dude." I followed him and we took the elevator upstairs. We didn't speak inside the elevator, we stood at opposite ends of the elevator and through the corner of my eye I looked at him. He was massaging the palms as if he was rubbing hand cream onto them, I wanted his hands on my body. I tried to shake off my thoughts, Zac sees me as a friend and I didn't want to ruin the friendship. So I returned to looking at the elevator doors. Once he opened we reached his floor, he opened the doors to his suite and confidently walked towards the bedroom. "The window with the view is in there man." There was a small table just before the entrance with a selection of drinks on it "Do you want a drink?" "Oh no thanks man." My heart was pounding as dirty thoughts rushed through my mind again, I couldn't help it. His bedroom had a faint smell of the fragrance he was wearing today, a deep, woody, spicy sort of scent. There was expensive looking furniture in the room including a king sized bed which had more pillows than I could count. I wonder what its like to sleep next to Zac. Has he shared the bed with a beautiful woman whilst he was staying in London. Wishful thinking led me to believe he hadn't but I was probably wrong, Zac is a hit with the girls. I noticed him stand next to the window. "Wow!" "Yeah, would make a great Facebook cover photo! Sometimes I get a drink, sit on my bed and just watch the city." "London is a beautiful city, there's so much diversity, the people, the West End, the shopping! There's so much to do. Sure its got its disadvantages like the weather and it's bloody expensive but I love living here. I have so many memories here." We both looked into the view. "British people have a great sense of humour, sometimes I don't get it though." I laughed "You will in time, the longer you spend here, the more you'll see how cooler we are than Americans. But seriously, the city is pretty amazing." "Yeah... amazing." He said this quietly and I immediately detected a wave of intensity that showered through the room. It was the same feeling you get when you think someone is staring at you but more concentrated. I wasn't sure whether to turn and face him because I felt so sure he was looking at me and not the view. How do I confront such a situation? "Harry?" This was my opportunity I turned my head and saw him looking at me. He stared into my eyes and my heart began to race. I felt gravity slowly pulling us towards each other. He stepped closer to me, there was a gap of about two inches between us and his warm breath faintly caressed my cheeks and nose. My lips parted and I started taking deep breaths, anticipating the exhilarating moment that was about to happen. Silence erupted in the room for a couple of seconds. Then Zac swiftly moved, my body tensed at the sensation of his lips locking onto mine,I felt his stubble and nose press on my cheek as he tilted to kiss me, his left hand on my face, cupping it slightly and his right hand started touching my waist. It slid down to my lower back, he began rubbing my back, he was applying pressure trying to push me towards him and I embraced him. I relaxed and felt myself collapsing onto him, my arms were now wrapped around him and every sense in my body heightened. His felt so strong as my arms rubbed all over the upper back, heat radiated from him and I squeezed him tightly. I could feel my cock hardening in my jeans and I decided to open my eyes whilst kissing him to help me take in the fact that I wasn't kissing any man, I was kissing the sexiest man I'd ever laid eyes on. His full lashes were on display as he kissed me with his eyes shut. As if noticing I had opened my eyes, he opened his and we took a short second for breath, then he began nibbling on my lower lip, both of us closed our eyes and then we carried on kissing intimately. I was completely in the moment and was getting more turned on by the second. After what must have been just a minute he took his hand off my back, turned his face away from me, stopping me from kissing him and he stepped back. "I'm sorry." he said. "Why, what's wrong?" "I can't do this, please you have to leave." My heart sank to the bottom of stomach, I felt rejected and confused. "Did I do something wrong?" "No, please. I can't do this." He walked towards a desk that was at the side of the room. I stood next to the window not sure what I should do. _~ end of chapter one ~_ |
By now, the get-togethers that the ladies of country music would throw were not exactly a secret, and after the success of the first one, Maddie, Tae and I decided to throw one after the ACM awards were over. It was the biggest ACM awards ever, what with it being the fiftieth anniversary of the show and them being held at AT&T Stadium, the home of the Dallas Cowboys and all, and everyone who was anyone was going to be there. We were expecting it to be a celebration of how far women in country had come since I first connected with them, but other than Miranda Lambert and her four award wins, it seemed to be status-quo for the show. After it was over though, everyone was still in the mood to let off some steam, so I told Maddie & Tae to wait for me up in the suite I had purchased for the night and made a few phone calls before I arrived up there with them. I had created a contest a few months earlier designed to give 20 lucky fans a chance to "hang" with country music's hottest girls, but what they didn't know and would soon is that that chance they were actually getting was the chance to participate in the latest orgy we were throwing. There was a strict screening process involved in filtering out the winners in order to weed out the people with any sort of communicable diseases or anyone with a record of sexual violence, and I had heard rumors that some of them already knew something special was going on because of it. Once all of the contest winners had been rounded up, I headed back to the hotel room and was pleasantly surprised to see the room already filling with country stars as I walked over to Maddie & Tae. "Okay. I might as well tell all of you why you are really here," I told the 20 lucky guys as we walked into the suite that had been rented out for the night. "This is an ACM awards after-party. And you guys are the "lucky" winners who get to have an orgy with some of country's most beautiful women. The only rule is you can't have them do anything they don't want to do. Other than that, this is a free-for-all," I told them as they scanned the room and scoped out the talent already in it as they began high-fiving each other. "You girls ready for this?" I asked them, sensing they were a little nervous about giving it away to random fans, rather than industry people as they had before. "I see a hot guy over there that looks like he could use some alone time with us," Tae told me as she licked her lips and looked over his way, Maddie stealing a glance, too. "When Danielle gets here, she wants to "talk" to you," Maddie whispered to me as her and Tae started to sneak off, "she's a virgin, and we told her how good you are about things like that." "Danielle" was 18-year-old Danielle Bradbery, one of the new faces at this orgy, along with Ashley Monroe, who Miranda had managed to convince to come with her this time around. Joining us were Cassadee Pope, Kacey Musgraves, Kimberly Perry, Jana Kramer, Karen Fairchild and Kimberly Schlapman from Little Big Town, and even an appearance from Carrie Underwood, who wasn't advertised for the show but flew in just for the sex to everyone's surprise but mine since I made the phone call to her. "Carrie's here? You knew about this, didn't you John?" Tae asked me as they watched Carrie walk into the room, her and Maddie squealing with delight when they saw her walk in and wave at them. "I may have, yes," I told her as they started fan-girling again, telling me how much of an inspiration Carrie was to them and how they were hoping to get the chance to show her personally tonight. "Everyone's here. Let's get started," I said to everyone as I went to close the door, stopping myself when I saw Taylor Swift, who was in town to receive a "career achievement" award, walk in the door. "Are you guys gonna have a "sex party" without the horniest bitch in town?" Taylor teased us all as she walked around the room smiling from ear to ear like she owned the place. "Taylor! Hi," Carrie started as she welcomed her into the party, "you're more than welcome to be here. And participate. But since you left us a year ago, you have to agree to be the "bitch" of this orgy first." "I'm listening," Taylor told her skeptically as Carrie went on to tell her that all 12 of the other girls there all wanted a crack at her and she wasn't allowed to cry about anything they did to her or to cum for them if she wanted to get some dick at the party. "Deal?" Carrie asked her as she waited for Taylor's response, placing her bag of objects down on the bed next to her. "Deal," Taylor whispered as Carrie walked over to her and whispered in her ear as she laid her on the bed in the middle of the room and straddled her. Meanwhile, Maddie & Tae had already been stripped of their dresses by the two guys they had walked over to, with one of them making out with Maddie and the other one having progressed to lining his dick up with Tae's tight pussy. "Hey John. Don't you think it's time we got started baby?" Danielle whispered to me as she dropped to her knees and undid my pants, reaching for my dick and beginning to blow me right in front of the door. "This is how I got my record contract," she teased me, winking at me as she wrapped her lips around me and started sucking my dick. "FUCK. Suck it Danielle. I can't wait to get into your pussy baby," I told her as I placed my hands on the back of her head and looked around the room. And what I saw was Maddie blowing the guy she was with, her lips wrapped around the guys cock as she cupped his balls and bobbed her blonde head back and forth, nothing but a blurred streak of blonde hair as Tae was getting fucked by the guy she was with, his dick plunging in and out of her cunt as he took her from behind. Carrie was on top of Taylor dominating her already, plunging a strap-on deep into her pussy and reminding her the whole time that she had two choices: either cry like a bitch and cum, or take it like a woman and get rewarded with some dick later. "FUCK.GOD, gonna cum soon Danielle," I hissed, my thoughts snapping back to reality as Danielle continued sucking my dick, running her tongue along the underside of it as I began to push my hips into her face, the sounds of sex beginning to fill the room as I once again placed my hands on the back of Danielle's head and held it at the back of her throat. "Cumming Danielle," I told her as I pushed my hips into her face one more time and shot my load down the back of her throat, Danielle wrapping her hands around my dick and holding me in place as she drank down my load. "Now let's get this dress off of you," I told her as I backed my dick out of her warm mouth, hearing Taylor moaning in joy/pain/I wasn't sure what behind me. "FUCK! CARRIE! MORE!" she shouted as Carrie fucked her with the strap-on, taking a belt and starting to whip her with it after she was done. "Don't cum Taylor. Orgy bitches have to do as they're told to get some dick inside them," Carrie told her as she lashed Taylor's pussy and tits with the belt, walking away to go find a dick to put inside of her and handing the belt and the strap-on to Cassadee. "OHGOD.YES. Fill me up baby. Cum in my pussy," Tae shouted as the guy she was fucking came inside her, throwing her head back and wrapping her legs around his waist as the guy Maddie had been blowing earlier laid her on the bed next to Tae and started fucking her. "SONOFABITCH. What a tight body you have Danielle," I whispered to her as I led her over to the closest available bed, her dress having hit the floor a few minutes earlier, and climbed on top of her, making out with her as I ran my dick along her tight, virginal cunt lips. "Last chance to back out Danielle. There's guys already lining up behind me to have you when I'm done," I told her as I slid into her, Danielle popping her hips and throwing her head back as my cock entered her pussy, stroking into her a few times before hitting her hymen. Elsewhere around the room, Miranda and Ashley were tonguing each other's cunts as Ashley's sort-of initiation to the orgies while Jana, now sporting an impressive engagement ring but showing no reservations about joining in, took two guys on at once, sucking down on one's cock while the other beat up her pussy with long, deep thrusts. As I slid back into Danielle with all the force I could muster, I heard the Little Big Town girls also going to work on each other, making out with each other as they scissored each other on the adjoining bed while Carrie proved how hardcore she really was by already letting three guys service her at once, three meaty cocks thrusting in perfect rhythm with each other as they fucked her pussy, her ass, and her face. "Take it Taylor! Take it all!" we heard Cassadee shout out above the crowd, looking up form what (and who) we were presently doing to see Cassadee thrusting the strap-on into a bent-over Taylor while slapping her ass and spitting on her. "FUCK. So tight Danielle," I whispered to her as she threw her legs around my waist, twisting her hips around my dick as her walls stretched out and allowed me to bury myself deeper inside of her. "UH. OHGOD. Harder," she whispered as I attached my mouth to her tits, sucking on them while I pounded away on her cunt, her legs squeezing even tighter around my waist as her eyes rolled back into her head and she came all over my dick. "UH," she moaned, throwing her head back as she ground her pussy onto my dick, squirting out a few loads of her cunt cream onto it as I started to pick up the pace of my thrusts into her. "Gonna cum Danielle. Should I pull out?" I asked her as made out with her, her airtight pussy putting the squeeze on my dick as I gave her a few more thrusts. "In. Me," she softly whispered as I pulled her hips forward into mine and came deep in her tight young snatch, flooding it with my seed as it flowed like a river into her. "FUCK. God you feel so good going off inside me," Danielle purred as I thrust in and out of her for a few more seconds, painting the walls of her cunt with a little more of my cum before pulling out of her and stepping aside for the next guy to take his turn with her. "Welcome to the club Danielle," I teased her as she arched her back and allowed the next guy to start fucking her, my cum still leaking out of her as she started twisting and turning her hips for him as I looked briefly around the room at the sexual carnage going on around me. "You gonna cum for me Taylor? Cum for me then," Cassadee teased her as Taylor closed her eyes and bit down onto the fist she was making, her whole body quivering as Cassadee spanked her, thrust into her ass with the strap-on and spit on her once more. "OHGOD. OHGOD. CASS. CAN'T. TAKE. IT," she moaned, just about ready to break and cum for her when Cassadee pulled out the strap on and walked away, feeling a guy behind her grabbing her hips and choosing to get some dick inside of her rather than try to break Taylor. "My turn Taylor," Jana said to her as she pushed Taylor down onto the bed and started making out with her, cum leaking out of Jana's ass and pussy from the two dicks that had been in her earlier as she jammed her tongue down Taylor's throat and started tweaking her nipples. Carrie had just let the three dicks filling her three holes go off inside of her like shotguns, shooting their sticky love juice into her pussy and her ass while swallowing the cum of the guy in her mouth, and had turned her attention to three other guys as she let them do the same thing. Everyone else was otherwise involved with at least one guy at the time, Kacey, Kimberly Perry, Maddie and Tae getting double-teamed while Cassadee was roughly fucked by the guy who pulled her away from Taylor. "Hey John. Over here baby," I heard Miranda call out to me in her Texas drawl, pushing me to the bed and lowering her pussy down onto my dick as Ashley lowered her tight cunt into my face. "FUCK. Lick me John," Ashley moaned, her pussy already on fire from Miranda licking it earlier, throwing her head back and grinding her pussy into my face as Miranda started to ride me, my hips thrusting up into hers as I tore up her pussy. A few feet away from me, I saw Maddie and Tae both getting double-teamed, Tae on her hands and knees as she sloppily sucked off one lucky guy, her hands wrapped around his dick to lock it in place as she ran her tongue along the base of it, while another one pounded away on Tae's pussy, while Maddie took a dick in her pussy and her ass. "MMM. FUCK. I forgot how good your dick feels inside me," Miranda hissed as she started to speed up her movements, riding me a little harder as I drove my tongue up into Ashley's pussy, causing her to throw her head back and cum for me. "OHGOD. YES," Ashley moaned as she squirted some of her juices out onto my face, Miranda bouncing up and down on my dick a few more times as she threw her head back and neared orgasm. "Come on, Miranda. Cum for me sexy," I whispered down to her as she lowered herself down onto my thrusting dick one last time, her eyes rolling into her head as I sharply thrust my hips and released my load into her. "UH. Fuck, cum inside me. OHGODYES," she purred as I thrust up into her a few more times, shooting thick gobs of my cum deep into her womb as she shook from head to toe from the powerful orgasm she was experiencing, finally sliding off of me as I fired the last of my load into her, and then shooing Ashley away as she presented her ass to me. "I should've let you have this last time baby," she whispered to me as I bent her over the chair in front of us and slid into her ass, "that's why I shooed Ashley away. You can have her pussy later if you want it. But I want to give you my ass first." As I started railing Miranda's ass, I saw Jana riding Taylor's face, making her clean the cum that was inside of her, pushing her hands into Taylor's face the whole time. Kacey and Kim Perry were playing with two dicks, both of them on their knees sucking one as two other guys came up behind them and slid into their pussies. Maddie & Tae were servicing two guys at once still, Tae bellowing louder and louder for the guy buried in her pussy as she pushed back against the dick in her ass, while Maddie blew a guy while taking one into her pussy. "OHGOD. Fuck my ass," Miranda shouted as she threw her head back, her anal cavity clamping down on my dick as I buried it in her ass and came inside of her, thrusting into her a few more times to empty my full load into her bowels before pulling out of her and reuniting with my main girls Maddie & Tae, who had just taken loads in their pussy and ass. "Feels like old times now, doesn't it baby?" Tae whispered as she kissed my neck, Maddie dropping to her knees in front of me and starting to suck my dick as Tae and I made out. "Sure does, hot stuff," I whispered to her as I slapped her on the ass, hearing her moan into my mouth in response as Jana slid off of Taylor's mouth and slapped her in the face as she thanked her for the tongue bath. "You girls should go see if you can break Taylor after we get done," I told them as Maddie worked over my dick, already eyeing her next target as Tae and I swapped spit. Carrie was taking a break from being triple-teamed, but currently had a guy balls-deep inside of her as she moaned like a common street whore for him, cumming on his dick within minutes and letting the guy blow his load inside of her. The LBT girls were double-teaming one lucky guy while Cassadee took two dicks deep in her pussy and ass, while Jana grabbed the nearest dick she could find and started sucking it while two more guys came up behind her and started fucking her pussy and her ass. "MMM. Come on baby. Stick it inside me," Tae whispered to me after I blew my load down Maddie's throat, laying her down on the bed and sliding into her. "UH. UH.OHGOD, I've missed this dick," she hissed as she twisted her hips around my dick, arching her back and banging her fists into the bed as I cut a path through her pussy. "Hurry up with him Tae. We still owe him our asses," Maddie teased her friend as she lifted her hips and arched her back, screaming out in orgasm as she sprayed her cum out onto my dick. "FUCK. Do it, baby. Fill my pussy John. I need your cum so bad," Tae hissed, closing her eyes and pounding her fists into the bed as I shot my load into her, her pussy clamping down on my dick as I held it inside of her and completely filled her. "MMM, so hot," she hissed as she bent over the bed and presented her ass to me, wiggling it and giggling for me as I slid into her and started thrusting away. In other areas of the room, Miranda and Ashley were double-teaming Taylor, Ashley making out with her while Miranda tweaked her nipples and spanked her, thrusting the strap-on into Taylor's pussy as Ashley slapped her tits around. Jana and Cassadee were taking a break from getting pounded on by going down on each other, and everyone else in the room was getting double-teamed, except for Carrie, who was continuing to prove she was the biggest slut in Nashville by taking three dicks on at once yet again, and Danielle, who was also getting triple-teamed for the time being, quickly earning her stripes at the orgy. As I was fucking Tae's ass, one of the other guys came in front of her and rammed his dick into her pussy, her tight young body starting to be rocked back and forth as she took both dick into her holes. "OHGOD. Fuck me boys," she moaned as we double-teamed her, Maddie getting her ass and pussy stuffed with two other dicks as she rocked back and forth next to us. "FUCK. OHGOD. There," Tae moaned as she came all over the new dick in her pussy, her vaginal muscles clamping down on it as the guy shot his load into her, her anal ring pushing and squeezing at my dick as I grabbed her hips and came deep into her bowels. "FUCK! OHGOD. Fuck me like the slut I am," we heard Danielle shout from across the room as the guys in her pussy and her ass came in her, seconds after she had swallowed the load of the guy in her mouth. "Later Tae," I whispered to her as I came up behind Maddie and started working over her cunt as Miranda shoved a dildo so far up Taylor's cunt that I thought she'd lose it in there. "UH. OHGOD," Taylor moaned as she twisted her hips and threw her legs around Miranda's waist, still not giving in as I grabbed Maddie's hips and pulled them into mine, grunting as I released my load into her right as the guy who had been in her ass came over and slid his dick into her mouth. "Ass-to-mouth Maddie? You slut," I teased her as I shot a few more loads of cum into her and pulled out, watching another guy immediately take my place between her legs as I felt a tapping on my shoulder. "I'm only here because you called me, John. Don't you think we've waited long enough to get it on?" Carrie teased me as she devoured my mouth with hers, one of the guys coming up behind her and sliding into her ass as she sat me down on the bed I was in front of and started blowing me. "OH FUCK. Suck it Carrie. You really are a sex fiend, aren't you?" I said to her as I placed my hands on the back of her head and thrust my hips into her face, slobbering all over my dick as she tried her best to focus on her blow job with a dick sawing in and out of her ass. "OHGOD. YES. I love this. UH," Jana shouted from somewhere across the room, her face buried in a pillow on another of the beds in the suite as two guys plunged their cocks into her pussy and ass while Kacey took over on Taylor, standing over her and appearing as though she was going to urinate on her. "You did say you agreed to everything Taylor. So I hope you won't mind if I give you a golden shower," Kacey told her as she started to urinate on Taylor, Taylor turning her head away but allowing Kacey to rain the piss down on her as I felt my own body tense up, signifying Carrie making my cum from my own orgasm. "MMM," she moaned as I placed my dick at the back of her throat and came, erupting like a leaky faucet into her mouth as the guy in her ass pulled on her hair and shot his load into her anal cavity, causing her to pull off of my dick as she swallowed my load and then laid down for me. "MMM, I do love it when you stick it in me John," she whispered as I climbed on top of her and lined my dick up with her pussy, making out with her as I slid into her and started to fuck her. "Still tight after all the sex you've already had. Not to mention shooting out a baby a few months ago," I teased her, marveling at the tightness of her pussy as I thrust in and out of her, Danielle screaming out in orgasm a few beds away as she took another load into her pussy and up her ass while Jana grabbed another dick and started to suck on it. The LBT girls were next to take their turn with Taylor, since Kacey left her alone shortly after urinating on her and fucking her with the dildo. "Give me the belt Kimberly. Let's see how Taylor handles getting whipped after getting pissed on," Karen said to her as she started whipping Taylor, Kimberly swatting her ass as Karen brought the belt down over her tits, pussy and ass. "FUCK. OHGOD. Fuck me John," Carrie hissed as I drove my dick in and out of her, her legs up on my shoulders as she rolled her hips, throwing her head back as she came for me, her breath ragged as I sucked on her tits. "Don't you want to cum inside me John? I bet it'll feel good to blow your hot fucking load in my tight fucking pussy won't it?" she hissed as her cunt juice poured over my dick, being joined by several thick, sticky loads of my cum as I shot it into her. "OHGOD. You feel so good Carrie," I whispered to her as I filled her tight cunt with my cum, finally pulling out of her after draining my balls into her, and turning around right into Kacey, who walked over to where Carrie and I were after she finished up with Taylor. "Bring that thing over here baby," Kacey purred as she grabbed my dick and led me away by it, taking me to a little corner of the suite and dropping to her knees as she started to go to work on my dick. "MMM, suck it Kacey," I whispered as she went to town on it, giving me an abnormally long blow job since Carrie had just also blown me. Maddie & Tae were both being triple teamed, and loving every minute of it, while Kim Perry dropped to her knees and sucked on one guy's dick while another one stuffed his dick into her pussy. Carrie had only been done with me for a few seconds when she took another dick up into her ass, and the rest of the girls had found at least one dick to play with by the time I placed my hands on the back of Kacey's head and gently pushed her down onto more of my dick. "MMM," she moaned as she wrapped her hands around my cock and bobbed her head on it, closing her eyes as she slid her tongue over it. "FUCK. Gonna cum Kacey. Swallow it baby," I whispered as she cupped my balls and deep-throated me, sucking away on my dick as I lurched my hips into her face one more time and came down her throat. "Time to give me this pussy Kacey," I teased her as I sat her down in the chair next to where she had just blown me and parted her legs, sliding my dick over her pussy lips and working my way into her as Jana shouted in orgasmic bliss next to us, getting her pussy filled with another load of cum as another guy plowed her ass. "OHGOD, fuck me John. Pound me," Kacey shouted out above the crowd as I started really giving it to her, her cunt walls wrapping up my dick and pulling me deeper into her as she swung her hips from side to side. "OHGOD, cumming," I heard Kimberly Perry shout out as she came all over the dick buried in her pussy, a few seconds later followed by the one in her ass going off as the Little Big Town girls double-teamed Taylor, driving her close to the edge again before they each dropped to their knees and started sucking on the dicks in front of them. "FUCK, gonna cum Kacey," I hissed as I drove into Kacey's pussy, her walls grabbing at my cock as she threw her head back and came for me, her fluids coating my dick as I gave her one last thrust and came in her. "MMM, fuck. That feels awesome," she moaned as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deeper inside of her, my cum exploding into her in waves as I held myself inside of her, finally pulling out when I felt myself going limp. "FUCK. FUCK. OHGOD. YES. Pound me," Danielle screamed out from across the room, arching her back and rotating her hips around the dick that had just exploded inside of her and filled her tight pussy with more cum, banging her fists into the bed as she rode out her orgasm, the guy between her legs stuffing his dick down her throat as someone else took his place in her tight young cunt. Ashley and Miranda were making out with each other again as two guys had their way with their pussies, blowing their loads into the blonde beauties and filling them with another fresh load of hot, sticky cum before moving on and letting two other guys take their place. I was still relaxing on the bed and had time to look around the room for a while as I gathered my second wind, and what I saw was an orgy that didn't show any signs of stopping. Maddie & Tae were now double-teaming Taylor after they both got double-teamed themselves, Tae licking Taylor's pussy and Maddie rimming her asshole as Miranda and Ashley rode two new cocks, the other two that had been fucking having already cum inside them. Cassadee and Carrie were now both being triple-teamed, both of them trying to keep from choking on the cocks they had stuffed in their mouths as they took two others deep into their tight cunts and even tighter asses. Jana was next to me kissing my neck, signaling to me that I wouldn't have that much more time to relax before I would be going at it with her. Kimberly Perry was riding a dick like she had never ridden one before, throwing her head back and shouting in joy as she came all over it and took the guy's sticky seed deep inside of her. "Hey baby, I've waited long enough. Give me some dick," Jana whispered as she crawled up on top of me and started making out with me, locking her legs around me as we rolled around on the bed we were using until I was on top of her with her legs on my shoulders and my dick seated deep inside of her pussy. "OHGOD, fuck me," Karen hoarsely whispered from behind us as she took a dick deep in her pussy while her band mate Kimberly rode one next to her. As it had been for hours now, the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of sex, my balls slapping into Jana's ass as I thrust balls-deep inside of her, her legs still up on my shoulders as her walls stretched out and guided me deeper into her. "OHGOD, don't leave me hanging," Taylor begged Maddie & Tae as they continued to tongue her two holes, pulling out of her and biting down on her tits as they left her, sending a shockwave of electricity through her that she had to close her legs to fight off as Danielle laid down on top of her and jammed her tongue down her throat. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. OHGOD, fuck me with that dick," Jana whispered as I drove myself in and out of her a few more times, her back arching and her eyes rolling back into her head as she came all over it, twisting her hips one last time as I shot my load deep into her pussy. "Fuck my ass," she whispered as I pulled out of her hot, wet cunt, my cum oozing out of it as she turned over and buried her face in the pillow as I slapped her ass and slid my dick inside of it, the sounds of Ashley, Miranda, Carrie and Cassadee all imploring their current lovers to cum inside them filling up the room as Danielle rubbed her cunt into Taylor's, causing Taylor's eyes to roll back in her head as she neared orgasm. "UH, FUCK. Been too long since I got this ass fucked," Jana hissed as she pushed her hips back into mine, her anal ring wrapping around my dick as Maddie & Tae hit their knees and began to finish up, making time for one more go-around with more lucky fans before they did. "SHIT...gonna cum in this tight little ass Jana," I whispered to her as I held her down on the bed and filled her bowels with my cum as she moaned my name, rolling off of her and right into Karen, who kissed me on the lips as Kimberly hit her knees to suck me off again. "Someday I'll let Kim fuck you John. But not today," she teased her friend as Kim went to work on my dick, her mouth suctioning it off as Karen and I tongue wrestled waiting for Kim to finish so we could fuck again. "FUCK, don't stop Danielle," Taylor hissed as Danielle lashed her with the belt and dug her tongue into Taylor's cunt, finally leaving right before Taylor gave in and came, Kim Perry putting on the strap-on and taking her turn on Taylor. "OHGOD, fuck me," Cassadee hissed as she impaled herself on three dicks at once, sucking away on the one in her mouth as the ones in her pussy and ass thrust rhythmically in and out of her. "UH," Karen moaned into my mouth as my fingers dug into her cunt, Kimberly working her magic on my dick as I jerked my hips into her face. "Cumming Kim," I softly told her as I came down her throat, Kimberly quickly swallowing it down as Karen and I made out, pulling me on top of her as she laid down on the bed. Maddie & Tae were making out with each other, occasionally going down on each other to lick their cum-filled cunts clean while Carrie rode a guy and let another one suck on her tits as she did it. Miranda and Ashley were getting their tight little asses fucked while Jana lad back on the bed and fingered herself, exhausted from all the men she had taken on that night. "MMM, MMM, OHGOD. Stop it Kim, I'm almost there," Taylor hissed as Kimberly worked her over, not wanting to get tripped up at the end as Karen took my dick and led it into her pussy, throwing her legs around me as I thrust in and out of her. "FUCK. I remember why every girl in this town wants your dick now," Karen moaned as I drove myself in and out of her, her back arching as she came for me. "Gonna fill you up Karen," I told her as I mauled her tits and shot my load into her, her legs hanging limply off the bed as I filled her pussy with my cum, leaving my dick inside of her until I started going limp and Cassadee stumbled over to the edge of the bed. "I'm so exhausted. But I always have time to fuck you John," Cassadee whispered as she pushed me backward into the chair that was behind us, making out with me as she started to do a lap dance. Taylor had outlasted all 12 of the other girls, and was now allowed to get some dick, and was making the most of it, going around the room and taking on three guys at once as she did. Maddie & Tae got a chance to show their admiration for Carrie personally, since the three of them were locked in a lesbianic three-way, Carrie licking at Tae's cunt as Maddie used the strap-on to fuck Carrie. "MMM, fuck me ladies. UH," Carrie moaned as the girls worked her over, Cassadee and I still swapping spit as she lowered her pussy down onto my dick, starting to bounce up and down on it as we began to fuck in the chair. "OHGOD, there. Fuck me there John. OHGODYES," Cassadee hissed, her eyes fluttering back in her head as I sucked on her tits, causing her to throw her head back as I grabbed a hold of her hips, impaling every inch of her pussy with my dick. "Cum for me Cassadee. Cum all over my dick baby," I whispered to her as I drove myself in and out of her, her walls squeezing at my dick as I drilled her cunt. "FUCK YES," she shouted as she threw her head back and came all over it, her body going limp as I shot my load into her, spewing my cum deep into her pussy as she moved her hips up and down, continuing to ride me. "MMM, MMM, fuck me," Cassadee moaned as she rode me for a little longer, riding me all the way to the point of cumming again before sliding off of me and pointing her ass at me. "The next load goes in here baby," she whispered as I slid into her ass, thrusting into her ass for as hard as I could for five minutes or so before shooting my cum in her ass as she threw her head back, throwing her ass into my dick as I filled her bowels with my cum and slapped her ass as I sent her on her way. "MMM, so hot," Taylor moaned as she wrapped her long legs around the neck of the guy going in and out of her pussy, arching her back and twisting her hips around his dick as came deep inside her while Taylor rubbed herself and begged for more dick. "I'll be able to give you all the dick you can handle shortly Taylor," I told her, licking my lips as I looked her up and down, my thoughts about her interrupted by Kimberly Perry coming over to me. Carrie was still locked in a three-way with Maddie & Tae, Tae now sliding the strap-on into Carrie's pussy as Maddie made out with her. Danielle was servicing the few guys left in the suite that hadn't turned their attention to Taylor, sucking a dick while another one was buried in her pussy, only for another guy to come over and shove his dick in her ass as she got triple-penetrated for the second time that night. Cassadee had a guy buried in her pussy and a guy buried in her ass as I made out with Kimberly, a guy coming up behind her and pulling on her hips as he slid his dick into her ass right as I slid mine into her pussy, both of us working over the blonde stunner from behind as Kacey licked Miranda's pussy while Jana and Ashley rode one more dick themselves, things starting to wrap up. "OHGOD, fuck me with those dicks," Kimberly hissed as we rhythmically slid our cocks in and out of her, her walls squeezing down on both of us as she shot her load all over my dick, nearly falling forward into the chair she was bent over as I slammed my hips into hers one last time and shot my load into her. "MMM, I knew that was you John," she teased me as I left her to get her pussy fucked by the guy who had just cum in her ass, looking around and seeing only Taylor and Carrie left servicing the guys as Kacey and Miranda scissored each other while Maddie and Tae took turns on Carrie's ass with the strap-on while Carrie took another cock in her pussy. "Hey John. I'm Taylor, nice to finally meet you in person," Taylor told me as she introduced herself to me, kissing me on the lips and then dropping to her knees as she wrapped her ruby red lips around my dick as she started to suck it. "FUCK. This is quite a hello Taylor," I hissed as my hands went into her blonde hair, her hands cupping my dick as she sloppily blew me, running her tongue along the tip of it and giggling from around it when she felt me shiver from head to toe in response. "This isn't all I do well," she teased me before going back to work on my dick, her eyes closing as I buried my dick at the back of her throat and came down it. "MMM, tasty," Taylor hissed as she started guzzling my cum down, winking at me when she was done and letting me back out of her mouth. "I can't say I ever thought I would get this chance after you left us last year Taylor," I whispered to her as I laid her back on the bed and placed her legs on my shoulders as I slid my dick into her pussy as Carrie yelled out in |
orgasm as another load of cum shot into her pussy and ass before she gathered herself and left the room, as everyone but Taylor and I had by that point. "OHGOD, fuck me with that dick, FUCK YES," Taylor moaned as I buried my dick in her pussy, neither of us having the strength to carry on but both wanting to hit the finish line anyway. "Just a little longer baby. Then I'll cum," I told her as she closed her eyes and threw her head back, her body going limp as she squirted a healthy load of her cum out over my dick as I held it inside of her and started thrusting a little harder into her. "FUCK YES. I've been dying to feel you cum inside me John," she hissed as she rolled her hips around my dick, slamming them into mine as I came deep inside of her hot, slutty cunt. "SHIT, you feel so good Taylor. I might have to sneak you into one of these things later on, too," I whispered to her as I shot my cum into her in waves, finally pulling out of her after draining my balls inside of her and making out with her as we rolled around on the bed. "I should go back check on my girls," I told her, giving myself an excuse to leave before I grew too attached to her. "Thank you for coming out tonight. And for taking such good care of the ladies when you got your chance with all of them," I told all the guys as I they left the room, each of them leaving with smiles on their faces as they shook my hand and thanked me for the opportunity. "Hey John. We were getting a little nervous that you were going to leave us for Taylor," Tae teased me, giggling when she realized how odd that sounded, since her name was also Taylor. "Never, Tae," I told her as I said goodbye to all of the other ladies, who were gathered outside the suite and collecting themselves before we all started to scatter for the evening. "In fact, I have big plans for all of us come CMA Music Festival time," I told them as I walked them back to their room, already making plans in my head for the week that would be coming a few months down the line. Being a slave was not the life I grew up dreaming about. As a girl in a rich family, I was taught independence and responsibility. My father made sure I never depended on anyone. I made straight A's all the way through med school. I was always the leader type, but my fantasies had been tormenting me from age 13. Since I found out about porn and erotic stories, I'd read them with a sort of awe. I dreamt about chains and orders being given, but not from my mouth. I wanted to be the slave. I was submissive at heart, and I craved the day when I could serve a Master with pride. I met Sir at a bar when I was twenty. I was fresh out of college, having skipped a few grades in between high school and middle school. He had seen me before I saw him. By the time I caught his powerful gaze, I felt sure he'd been watching me for hours. I couldn't look away, and he chose not to. When I was uncomfortable enough to remove myself from the bar, I stood and turned swiftly, walking at a canter to my car, fear, dread, and an undeniable-though simultaneously shameful-emotion welling within me. The parking lot was dark and damp, a fine mist falling from the skies. I thought I heard footsteps behind me and quickened, not turning around. I frantically searched for my keys while continuing at my brisk pace. When I found them I hit the unlock button, signaling a beeping noise from my small BMW that my father had given me as a gift this year for completing Harvard without a single "B". As soon as I heard the beep, a deep, resonant voice growled from behind me. "Give me your keys." It was plaintive, not asking, demanding. My breath caught in my throat, choking me. I still didn't want to turn around, though I stopped in my tracks, frozen in time. "Give. Me. The. Keys." He repeated it in a slow, threatening voice. I should be terrified. I was terrified, yet through his command I found some bit of comfort. I must've been crazy. I stayed frozen, still unable to move an inch, my keys dangling from my left hand, covered in small droplets of precipitation. The footsteps cam closer to me, sounding hollowly through the empty night. He snatched the keys from my hand, crossing in front of me to my car, opening the driver's side door. He looked back at me and strode towards me purposefully. My jaw was open in disbelief. He gripped my arm tightly and dragged me to the passenger seat, shoving me in and hooking my seatbelt while I merely yelped in surprise. He slammed the door closed beside me and got in the driver's seat. I heard my engine purr to life through a fog of shock. I didn't even know who this man was. I was supposed to scream, to kick out and cry for help. I didn't. We drove down the highway at what seemed like supernatural speed. After five minutes I finally looked at him for the first time. His jaw line was defined and hard, with defined cheekbones and eyes concentrating on the road. They were inky black, but somehow more intense than any piercing blue I'd ever seen. He was perfectly proportioned, muscular without being huge. He appeared to be at least 6 feet 4 inches tall and he wore a black button down shirt and dark jeans. His hair was a dark chocolate, cropped but not buzzed. My mother's old words floated back to my mind...tall, dark, and handsome. As I took in his formidable presence, he focused on the steering wheel. I knew he saw every movement I made. He chose to ignore me. When we slowed, it was in front of a high-rise condominium building. It appeared as though we were in the center of Boston. He parked and stopped my car. "When I get out, stay right next to me and keep your eyes on the ground." I wondered how his voice could be so unsettling and soothing at the same time. He came around to my side and got me out. I must have been shivering violently. His cold hand elicited goosebumps to cascade down my arms. He slung a coat around my shoulders. It was his and it reached almost to my knees. Still, I was thankful for the warmth. I followed him obediently into the building, looking at the tiled floor. We got in the elevator and he hit the top floor. Why was I not running? Why was I following this psycho? I was supposed to be smart. I was supposed to be a strong woman. The doors of the elevator opened. He stepped out and I stayed inside. Conflict rendered me immobile. The doors started to close before his large hand reached through and pulled me out and to the door of the penthouse. I assumed it was his. "What is your name and how old are you?" He asked as I stood in the doorway, still looking down. "I...um-" I stuttered. "You will answer me immediately and address me as Sir." He cut me off and I regathered. "Alice. Twenty." My voice was too high and scared. I sounded like a squeaking toy. "Sir." He added menacingly. "Sir." I repeated, fearful of my mistake. He grabbed my wrists and tossed me onto the bed in his bedroom. He walked to the doorway and paused, looking back at me, cowering on the sheets. "You will undress and come into the living room." "Yes sir." He closed the door behind him. I began to hyperventilate. The first thought that came to my mind was to find a phone. I opened the dresser drawer and searched the countertops and found none. I suddenly felt dizzy. This was what I'd wanted since I knew what sex was. I'd wanted to be told, not asked. I'd wanted to succumb to my need to be controlled. This was too much. My shame sat in my stomach like a bowling bowl. I unbuttoned my shirt and slid out of my pants. I looked at myself in the mirror and tried to breathe. Then, I walked into the living room and stood like an idiot in the entrance, unsure of what to do. "Come in front of me." He said it from his spot in a chair. Right now his back was to me. I wobbled to where he directed, standing and looking down. He stared at me and I shivered under the weight of his examination. Suddenly, he was standing inches from me, "I told you to undress." He growled and I felt a cold metal slide in between my bra straps and skin. I realized it was a knife as his lightning fast movements cut off my bra and bikini. My lingerie laid in tatters at my feet and my shivering grew more violent at my new nakedness. He remained beside me for a few more seconds before sitting again and staring at me. I don't know how long I stood like that. It felt like hours but my senses were so heightened that seconds could've been more accurate. I was too embarrassed to meet his eyes. I was completely vulnerable. Why had I come out of the bedroom? "Look at me." My head flew up and my cheeks flushed red. "Tell me, have you ever read porn?" I didn't think it was possible to be any more humiliated than I already was. I didn't dare lie. I could see he still had a knife casually held between his hands. "Yes." My gaze again flew to the floor. "I said look at me, you do what I tell you." He stood up and grabbed my chin in his large hand, pulling it up to make me look into his black eyes, mere inches away. "What kind?" "I...I don't know what you mean." I wanted so badly to look away but he held my face firmly in place. "Yes, you do. Answer me." "Um...mostly BDSM and non-consensual...Sir?" My cheeks must've been fiery enough to burn through paper. My chin struggled harder in his grasp. "I thought so." That was all he said. He turned and pulled me again towards the bedroom. He laid me out on the bed. Then, he unbuttoned his own pants and shirt, removing his clothing, leaving the shirt hanging off his shoulders. My eyes traveled to his penis, taking in its size. I estimated about eight or nine inches. Bigger than any other I'd ever seen. He came and stood by the bedside. "I want you to put your arms above your head." He cuffed them into place, then he pinned my legs to the bedposts. I felt his fingers tracing my contours, circling my nipples, raising goosebumps wherever he went. I felt them hardening. He went down my abdomen, making me squirm. When he neared my mound he stroked with two fingers down my slit. I knew I was wet. I flushed again. He looked at me and then turned back to my body. I felt oddly comforted, as if there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He went all the way down my legs to my feet, dragging his fingertips along the soles. As he explored me, his cock became harder. An eternity later, he climbed upon the bed. Common sense kicked in. "Stop it, let me go!" I twisted in my bonds, panicking. "Please, let me go!" Tears began to pour onto my cheeks. I was humiliated, scared, and I didn't even know where I was! I was supposed to be my own person! Female! Not some toy for men to play with. "Quiet!" His voice rose a little from its controlling tenor. He pressed his hand onto my midsection, pinning me down. "You're going to hurt yourself, thrashing around like that. There will be plenty of pain later, if you keep this up." I was now quivering and sobbing as quietly as I could. He kissed me softly on my neck, holding me still, manipulating my body. I calmed slightly. He pressed his increasingly hard cock into my slit, rubbing it up and down. I felt pleasure mixed with shame. He then thrust into me quickly, in one stroke. "Ahh!" I cried out. He began pounding into me rhythmically. I laid, covered in sweat, my muscles contracting as I got used to his size. He continued until I was moaning in pleasure. I couldn't help it. The stimulation was too much and to my horror, I came underneath him, rippling in ecstasy. As I did, he shot his seed into my womb. We were both breathing hard and I was filled with dread. I began crying again. He got up and left me tied in the bedroom. I fell eventually into an uneasy, troubled sleep. He never came back in the night. The next morning, as the sun rose, I pondered my future and my desires. I tried out some new words on my tongue. They felt somewhat natural. They felt like betrayal. Thank you, Master. TO BE CONTINUED... Good morning, My Muse. I'm writing this to you while you sleep. I will be gone when you wake up, but I promise you this: You won't be alone for long. When I return, it'll be with flowers in my hands -- the kind of flowers you like. You gave yourself to me again last night. I can't really understand my luck, and although you have been with me for two weeks now, I know I'll have to let you go eventually. Are you really mine? I can't figure out what it takes to be your one and only man? I am watching you while you sleep next to me. You are lying almost naked on the couch where our adventure ended last night. Your body, soft and warm, is covered only by a thin blanket. We didn't need much else to keep each other warm through the night. I watch as your chest rises and falls according to your breath. I do not have to touch you to understand what you feel like. I can still feel the softness of your skin in the palm of my hand, on my fingertips -- yes, even against my lips. I look at the features of your face. The round cheeks. The pointy nose. The rosy lips of your mouth. You don't need make-up to fuel my desire. A breath, a simple wink, is more than enough. My eyes follow the edge of your chin, down across your throat and neck. To others, they are just ordinary parts of you. But in my eyes, they are utter temptation. If it was possible, I would surely eat you up in the same manner that you devour me. I force my attention further down your body. My eyes wanders over your chest and falls upon the two adorable hills that you so cheekily call mine. The appearance and shape of your bust screams perfection at anyone you meet. If only people could sense them in the same was as I can. Then they would understand how perfect they are. It feels strange to think that I would fall victim to such a common desire of the male population. Your belly is beautiful. Doesn't show any sign of the excessive ways of life. It's just like it is supposed to be. From my position, it almost looks like a barren landscape where not a single string of hair grows. But underneath it's surface, it's so fertile it's almost sinful. Yes, you know what I am talking about. I dare not look any further, so I turn my attention back to writing. Weak as I am, however, I find myself playing with the thought of touching you. I am struck by a sudden urge to disregard my appointment in town and stay here with you. The scenario tickles my mind, dares me to move forward. I do my best to resist, knowing I should be content by the very sight of you. I hope it lasts, or else I might do something rash that will wake you up -- and surely tempt me once again to stay a while longer. I am often in doubt. Am I worthy of the kind of bliss you give me? Do I even deserve it? Do I deserve you and your magnificence? There is so many men in your life. So many bad men. I know you don't like how I look upon your other... acquaintances. But it's true. Why do you refuse my help, but still consume me? The confusion crushes my hopes and beliefs, fills me with doubt. It only makes my salvation so much more sweet. To open the door and realize that you have come to see me. You just stand there in the doorway, watching me in a playful battle between your own lust and your curiosity. You always do that before you enter my domain. But when you finally end your struggle, your approach is equally aggressive and enchanting. You are always extremely prepared. You undress in front of me in your usual slow pace, and I realize you would have no other. At least not for the night. I have seen this dance of yours before. I have it all memorized. The way your hands reach down to the edge of your blouse. The black fabric caresses your skin gently as you pull it all the way over your head and throw it casually on the bed. Your hands run over your bra-covered breasts, all the way up to your shoulders. Fingers dig into your skin for a while, until you finally run your hands down again and onto your back, ready to undo the clasp of your bra. I have witnessed it multiple times in the past, but my body reacts like I have never experienced it before. It's an almost perverse feeling of returning innocence, like I am suddenly a young school boy all over again, eavesdropping on the girls in my class. The graceful movement of your body can't be described to full justice in simple words. The touch of my hands can prove my admiration for you, but never in a complete way. So I write about it. All the time. Although it does not suppress my longing for you, I have come to realize it softens my physical desire. I imagine you find it amusing. If only you were awake to fill my ears with your innocent laughter. Then I could truly laugh with you. My thoughts go back to a few hours ago. I woke up next to you in my bed, unable to find rest in your seductive company. I sneaked out of bed and sat down on the couch in this room. The very same couch where you are now sleeping softly, blissfully ignorant of my intention to leave before you wake up. Back then, I only wanted to clear my mind and get some sleep. Can you imagine how surprised I was when I suddenly saw you standing in the doorway? You were not meant to wake up. Not meant to follow me in here. Yet, there you stand, resting your chin against the door frame. What can a man do against such temptation? The power you possess seems to be unlimited. It is confirmed once more, when you softly step forward and into the dim light that pours through the window from the street outside. The nightgown hangs loosely around your shoulders, and your hair has a charming touch of untidy sleepiness -- a rare crack in your otherwise perfect surface. But your eyes clearly reveal it matters little to you. There is only one thing on your mind. As you slowly approach me, your nightgown starts to slip off your smooth figure. Whether or not it is provoked by yourself, remains a mystery to me. Fact remains, however, that the sight has it's desired effect. I am completely ensnared when it falls to the ground and you are left standing completely naked before me. You show no sign of restrain, make no attempt to cover your bare self. My eyes are fixed at you in a hopeless attempt to memorize the natural beauty of your skin. I feel weak and helpless, can only watch as you move closer. The menacing quality of your personality become more apparent when you finally stand mighty and tall in front of me. I lean forward, try to put my arms around you and kiss your belly. I want to taste you. But I am rejected and you push my hands away with determination and force. Gentle fingers run through my hair, and I hear you whisper soothing promises into my ear. I feel your lips caress my forehead. If anyone is in control of the situation, it certainly is you. I greedily accept the attention you show me, in all it's innocent brutality. Then comes the attack. You push me backwards with sudden and unforeseen hostility. As the back of my head make contact with the pillows on the couch, I am struck by an undeniable fear that I have lost something precious. As though your warm lust have suddenly turned into cold contempt. But the feeling of your hands resting on my thighs brings me out of the unbearable illusion. True to your nature, your earlier assault had only served to hide your real intention. The revelation must be clearly visible in my eyes, because all you do is flash me a wicked, playful smile, something you always do when you manage to trick me. Your eyes penetrate me and pierce the desire that pumps through me and into my crotch. "Close your eyes." Your request is soft and simple, formed as a seductive plea. But I am not a complete fool. We both know you don't have to beg for me to do anything. Rather, I submit to your demands in the same way that you fall to your knees to provide me sweet relief. So, I force myself to relax and close my eyes. You leave me guessing for a while. Nothing happens in my vision-less world of silence. My heart starts racing when I feel your fingers tap on the back of my left hand. I swallow hard and try to ignore the sensation of your warm breath against my belly. My body reacts instinctively to you being so close to me. I feel it in my blood. Feel how it runs to the designated spot, fills me up and prepares me for yet another thrill. A tiny sound of approval escapes your lips. You grasp the wrist of my left hand and guide it toward an unknown destination. My mind races through the various interpretations of the situation, but you draw me in before I reach any conclusion. I feel hair brushing against my fingertips. I extend my fingers, claw them back and forth to get a feeling of you. Your beautiful, long hair is now under my control. I do the only reasonable thing and massage your scalp with my fingers, slowly pushing your head down.... down... down. I can feel your breath just inches from my weak spot. A soft promise of undeniable pleasure, but almost unbearable on it's own. My flesh demands action. I dig my fingers deep into your hair and move my hips forward at the same time. The reward for my bold approach is the sensation of your soft lips opening up and allowing my member inside your mouth. I ease my hold on your head, only to let my fingers run gently through your hair, back and forth in slow movements, effectively pushing your head in the same direction. Even if I wanted to keep my joy hidden from you, the sounds I make quickly betray me. You pick up every signal I emit. Soon, I leave you in charge of events. You now dictates what happens, what kind of sensations I am allowed to feel. Your tongue moves inside your mouth, pressing my member playfully against your palate. I suddenly feel how you move your head up and almost spit me out, only for your lips and mouth to engulf me once more. Then it starts. The continuous movement of your head, up and down on my tool in all it's length. Taking me in completely, letting me go again, sucking loudly on my flesh as though it is everything to you. Meanwhile, I keep my fingers wrapped up in your hair as your head bounces up and down. Your pace keeps changing in a dysfunctional pattern. We lie like that for a while. We share vocal expressions of delight; me in utter pleasure, you in dirty delight over your conquest. When the act finally finds a steady pace, it intensifies our mutual joy. Yet, I eventually ask you to stop. I open my eyes and look at you as you straighten up. You look so enchanting with your hair left in a complete mess after your recent assault on my phallus. Loose strands of hair hangs down in front of your eyes, some of them even stuck to your sweat-glistening forehead. The way you sit gives me a perfect view of your firm, round breasts and their small nipples. I sit up on the couch and reach out toward your face. But I am frightened when you turn your face away, as though my glare makes you feel uncomfortable. That what when it first struck me. This idea that has been haunting me. The fear that has lead me to write this. Maybe you already knew about my betrayal at that point? Is that the reason why you felt so distant when I asked you to lay down on the couch? I simply wanted to work my magic on you, but the glimpse in your eye suggested something else. Did you feel contempt when we made love? Did you feel cheated or abused? Did you know my secret? It certainly didn't feel like it, when you pulled yourself closer to me and buried your face against my shoulder. I know you did it to silence the scream that had been building inside you during the act. In your eagerness to prevent yourself from filling the room with your shameless roar of delight, you let the tension vibrate against my skin. I could hear the faint proof of your loud proclamation of satisfaction as it hit my shoulder. I felt your body shake against mine. In response, I framed your face with my hands, and pushed your mouth gently away from me. I did it just in time to hear the echo of your scream die in your throat. Your lips were wet; saliva from your mouth remained on my shoulder and clearly ran down your chin in a thin drop. That was when you looked at me with doubt in your eyes, as though I had suddenly raised my hand against you in violent vengeance. But we both know that I could never hurt you. You didn't even resist when I brought your face close to mine and our lips melted together for another, long kiss... I have a confession to make, My Muse. I thought I saw your face in the crowd a few days ago, when we were both out on different errands. The idea forced me to move forward, to attack you right there in the street. I walked up behind you, wrapped my arms around your hips and pressed your form against mine. You mistook me for someone of dishonest intentions, so of course you struggled against my touch. But it only strengthened my effort in keeping you in check. I pressed my lips against yours. For a moment, I disappeared into your green eyes. Imagine how embarrassed I was, when it turned out, it wasn't you at all. It wasn't your lips or your eyes. She was not you. She was your sister, the one they call Lust. I somehow understand her name now, My Muse. Do not feel disheartened when I confess my soulless crime. You knew it was going to happen eventually. Maybe you even planned for it to happen? You pushed me so close to the edge by keeping your distance. So close that I couldn't resist the touch of one so similar to you -- was that the idea you spoke about? Was that the Gift you wanted to give me? Your own sister, Lust? Know that I loved her, but only briefly. I took her, but only for my own pleasure. When I reached my limit and couldn't hold back anymore, I wrapped her hair around my fingers and heard her whisper the truth into my ear. She is your servant. She willingly obeys your every command. Even if it means hurting you by seducing me. I admit she was good entertainment, but not at all a suitable replacement for you. I was aching to hold you in my arms. I know I can admit it freely. Just like I admit doing to Lust, what I haven't done to you yet. She was a willing tool in my hands. She guided me to a place I had yet to visit. But she wasn't you. Does my repetition soothe your hurt pride? I can repeat the truth as many times as I want to, but you probably already knew that you can't be replaced - Didn't you, My Muse? The sensation of your skin lingers on my fingertips. I can't get it off. My hands smell of you. That haunting smell, so beautiful and terrible. I doubt I can make it go away. Even if I tried to wash it off with bleach. Not even my own blood could release me from this curse. I'm not even sure I want to escape at all. I have to stop writing now. My blood is boiling. That lock of your hair that you gave me... I keep it by my side. All the time. It arouses me, makes it easier not to forget. It stirs my desire for you. I will resist. I will not touch you. I bid you farewell with one, single question haunting my mind: How can a Muse conquer her Master with such ease? |
_If for some reason it's not clear, all characters involved in sexual activity in this story are 18 and over. Enjoy._ ************************************************** My twenty-one year old son has difficulty turning his gaze away from my breasts. Not that he ever made attempts to do so in the past, but now that they're constantly leaking milk, it seems even harder for him not to gawk. You couldn't blame him; after knocking me up, my already heaving tits have only gotten bigger. The doctor says the leaking is normal, something many mothers go through, but it's hard to imagine that the size of my breasts had no impact on that front – it was as if they were already at capacity, and the stores of milk released themselves at a slow drip, drip, drip, just to alleviate the pressure. I could be reading the paper in the morning and finish an article to find droplets of milk on the paper before me, my top damp where my nipples stood at attention. James would be sitting before me, a devilish smile on his face. "Just move your coffee cup over a few inches over and you can save yourself the half and half," he'd say. Once when watching a movie with James' head in my lap, the smallest touch of his head nestled against my bosom caused me to moan, and I found my tits leaking in relief, forming a small circle of moisture on his shoulder the size of a quarter. He'd said it was fine, but for me it was embarrassing, and I jumped up to get a paper towel to wipe him off. "I think it's sexy," he said. "Stop," I said. "Remember how we said this would go. You said you'd be a good boy." After James had knocked me up, I made him promise that he would pretend it was Robert's, my boyfriend's, child, for he had desperately wanted one, and it would make it easier for James to finish school without having to help me so much. Although Robert and I had only had sex once after James' and I had started together, it was a few weeks before I found out about my pregnancy, so our story was at least plausible. James agreed to it all under one condition: that I didn't wear a bra. He wanted to peek at the outline of my tits, the nipples poking through whatever I was wearing, whenever possible, and see the tits he had made expand, that would give nectar to the child he'd helped seed. I agreed. But I had to sell the act, and James couldn't stand it. Whenever Robert was over he would constantly touch my swollen belly, and in public he was only more wanting in showing me off, kissing me at lunch, holding hands wherever we might be. James loathed it, but like the good boy he was, said nothing. But the milk. I could tell the milk was doing him in, even after the pregnancy was over. Although my tits sagged a bit now with all the milk, they retained enough perkiness to stand at attention, and their sheer bust plus his infatuation with their offerings left James' constantly hard around the house. I'd enter the kitchen and find him there in merely his briefs, his massive dick standing at attention as he casually ate cereal and nodded to me. "Morning, mom." I wasn't the only one leaking, either. His dick was always so desperate for my tits and pussy that I could always make out the wet cotton near the opening of his briefs where his pre-cum had collected. He'd ask to get frisky, but Robert had been making more and more surprise appearances the last few months after the pregnancy, and the doctor made strict guidelines as to feeding the baby, and I feared James might leave me dry if he'd had his way with me. "Not today, mister," I said, trying to work past him to the cabinet. He purposefully stood still, making no motion to get out of my way, and as I reached up for a bowl his dick propped up against my thigh, sliding up to greet the tips of my short-shorts. "Mom, I thought you said not today?" he grinned mischievously. "I can't control that massive thing," I said, flicking him away. I could feel the smallest trace of his cum having leaked onto my thigh, and I'd be in denial if I said I wasn't the slightest bit excited. I hadn't had sex since the pregnancy, and I'd found myself growing aroused more often than usual. "Don't forget our meeting today," James said. His dick shrunk into a long, limp can lining the side of his briefs, and he hopped onto the counter in one movement. "I haven't. Robert should be here soon to watch the baby." Robert had gone part time since the baby was born, and was always on-call at times like this when I needed him to be. "Good." James had decided to go to school online, a program attached to the local community college. At the end of term they wanted him to check in on his financial aid through their offices on campus, and he'd asked me to come along. "Let me just get dressed," I said. "I'll have to prepare a bottle." "Can't pump both tits, at once," James winked. "Does that mean you got room for me?" "Jesus James. You're too horny for your own good." "I'm not the only one." He hopped off the counter and stood before me, towered over me in fact, the length of his dick now pressed into my inner thigh. He took his hand and put it at the entrance of my short-shorts, ran it ever so close to my pussy, and my legs inadvertently opened to him, locked in place, my mouth ever-so-slightly agape in pleasure. His other hand attached itself to my nipple, pinching it, a dribbling of milk leaking through the fabric and onto his hand. He sucked his finger clean of the milk, and when he pulled his other hand away from my pussy, a spot of my juices came with it. "That's... enough," I said. "For now." He put his bowl in the sink — "Clean that for me?" — and went off to his room without waiting for my response. A bit later, the front door rang, and Robert was there. "Hey, hon!" he said, coming in. He was cute in his suit, only slightly shorter than myself at 5'8", and had a little rope of grey hair that swung across his forehead. "We're just heading off," I said. "Bottle's on the nightstand." "Great," Robert said. "Oh, honey," he added meekly, "you're leaking, FYI." I looked down to find my tits suffocated, leaking through the tight button down I'd put on. "Crap," I said. "You could do with a bra, really. I don't want you going out like that anyway." "She looks fine." James had appeared in the hallway, his shadow so long that Robert looked around as if to wonder who turned off the light in the room. "James, hey there, pal" Robert said. "She's beautiful as she is," James went on. He had put on his black jeans and a white v-neck tight enough to detail his abs. He merely grunted at Robert, his chin, cut like a quality diamond, jutted out in contempt for a moment. "Right," Robert said, moving out of the way as James walked straight through his path towards the garage. "I just figured she might do with, you know, a little cover..." Robert's head was down, but his eyes were on me, pleading to side with him. "I'll just bring a sweater along just in case," I said. "It goes with my skirt anyway. Good thought, babe." I grabbed one off the bed, pecked Robert goodbye, and trailed James out the door. I let James drive, and I could tell he was peeved. He wouldn't talk for a majority of the drive, but kept his massive hand on my thigh, holding what he considered to be his. "He was only looking out for my best interests," I said. "No, he just thinks you're too much woman for him, which you are. I hate how he's always trying to dress you down." "Well, jeeze, honey, I was leaking, after all." "You wouldn't be if you let me take care of you like I want." He could be quite stubborn, so I figured it best to leave it at that, and we merely listened to the radio as we passed through town and parked at the community college. When we got out James told me to leave the sweater, and for his sake I did so, rolling my eyes at the thought of it being such a big deal. Before us sat a number of large, nondescript buildings, big hunks of metal, and upon taking it in, James simply grabbed my hand and had me follow him, which was for the best, as I'd surely have gotten lost at some point left on my own. Kids my son's age watched both of us, and I figured they thought it was odd seeing a young man holding his mom's hand like that, but then I realized they surely thought us to be some sort of couple. After just conceiving, I got quite the kick out of being treated so young, and I played the part — walking with the sex appeal of a model on the catwalk, lips pouty, brushing my long blonde hair back and letting my tits make themselves known. That last bit wasn't hard, as I could practically feel them ready to burst through my top, as if all the buttons might shoot forward like bullets, like in a movie or something. All of the boys were practically dropping their backpacks looking at me, and the girls gazed on cattily, eyes fierce, as if I'd encroached on one of the boys they wanted for themselves. "It's on the third floor," James said. He led me into an elevator, and it was already packed to the brim. "Finals," James said, sighing. We packed in, and the only way we could fit into the puzzle of bodies was by James pushing against the wall, and me going face-to-face with him. He smirked at the bonus of having my tits squashed up against his chest — my unabating nipples poking into this bulging pecs — but said nothing. I turned and looked back to find a student on the opposite side of the elevator pushing buttons for it to close, continually jabbing one in particular. The door wouldn't budge. "Fucking community college can't even pay for a proper elevator," the kid said. Everyone groaned as he tried mashing as many buttons as possible. I looked back to find James biting his lower lip. Only then could I feel between my legs his enormous shaft rearing itself, flopping up and meeting my panties between my skirt. I mouthed, "No", as clearly as I could. The next thing I knew James was casually leaning in then out, in then out, his dick like a violin bow playing my pussy. When he moved forward my chest would crush into his chest, my sensitive nipples responding with the slightest release of milk and a shock of pleasure that surged through me. The kids in the elevator were growing upset. "Forget it," one said, and when he went off the rest followed suit, yelling about their finals and how they were about to begin. "We better go," I said, trying to catch my breath. I tried to turn but he grabbed my wrist. "I took this elevator with the janitor once, back when I came to register." He held me by the wrist, walked over to the panel of buttons. "He said that kids get on here and push every button, overloading the system. You just have to let it reset..." Moment by moment, each illuminated button canceled out until none of them were aglow. "... and then give it another go." James pushed one button — to arrows facing one another — and we heard a loud ping as the doors closed, the elevator standing still. "James, I know what you're thinking, but we're in a public elevator. We can't." he was already unzipping his pants, and his beautiful uncut cock — so big he had to assist it in escaping his briefs — stood before me, rock hard, as if asking for me to grab it. "Finals will start in, oh, five minutes. And I think my counselor will be fine with us being a bit late." He stood before me and I couldn't resist putting a hand against his shirt, and before I knew it that hand was beneath his shirt, running down his chest, touching the lip of his briefs. "You know we both want it," he said. When his cock touched my hand I felt a rush of saliva enter my mouth, and I realized how badly I wanted his cock in my mouth, to feed on it, feel its heat at the back of my throat. "Take it off," he said. When I didn't immediately respond, still dazed by the fever of sex that had overtaken me, he quickly unbuttoned my top, my massive breasts springing to attention. I didn't give him time to take me quite yet — I squatted down quickly and began licking the tip of his dick, running my tongue along the shaft. When I reached the head again, I engulfed as much as I could, and he groaned in ecstasy. "Just like that," he said. He guided my head with one of his hands, and with the other he cupped my hanging breast, gently squeezing it like a massive, cushiony stress ball, giving more and more intensity as I swallowed more and more of his massive cock. Then he took control. He pulled me up, spun me against the wall, and set me back down again into the squatting position. He carefully collected my hair, twirled it, and held it with his fist with some force and began using my mouth as if it was a pussy. He crammed his dick into my mouth again and again, and with each exit I gagged and watched long strings of saliva expand, running from my mouth to his shaft. I looked down to my pussy dripping onto the elevator floor, and I began flicking my clit and finally fingering myself. Suddenly, the elevator door began to open. James rushed to the panel and once again clicked the button for the doors to close. Just as quick as they'd opened, they began to close. "Under maintenance," James said, with some force. I knew what sounded like gruffness in his voice was merely pure lust, but the aggressive tone did the trick, as the person quickly walked away. James pulled off his shirt, returned to me, his enormous, bobbing dick covered in slick saliva, long rivulets of it dripping onto the ground. He grabbed my hair again and pulled me up, looked me over. He only glanced at my tits before he lunged at them, his lips suckling at them savagely, without abandon, and now it was me grabbing his hair, forcing him to feed, to use my tits like he did when he was a boy. "That's right," I said. "Drink mommy's milk, honey." It gushed out, streamed out of his mouth and onto his cheeks, fell onto his chest, some of it even dripping onto his cock. He was devoted to my tits, but I wanted to please him anyway I could, and began stroking his cock slowly, with the care of a doting mother, using some of my milk as lubricant. "Take your time, sweetie," I said. He lay me down, then in the only corner of the elevator we had left unsullied. He practically had to force himself off of my tits, and when he did so, he smeared more milk onto his dick, and held my tits together, making an entryway for them. "Fuck mommy's tits," I said. I wanted him to have my body however he wanted it. He'd waited so long, and left me with a child, and now our bodies were each others, meant to be shared. His cock fit perfectly between my tits, squishing through them as they continued to leak, continued to oil up his cock as if that was their sole purpose. He grabbed both mounds with both hands and I tried to catch the bulbous head of his cock as it plunged further and further through my cavernous cleavage. Each time it made entry into my mouth it would escape with a popping noise, reeling back before coming to meet my mouth again. "I'm going to fuck you, mom," he said. His blue eyes pierced mine. I knew this was what he wanted more than anything, and nothing would get in the way of him getting it — I for one wasn't going to stop him. Not now — not ever. "Do it," I said. "Right here. Fuck me, James." His dick slipped out from between my tits and he angled it against my pussy; I'd shaved recently, but the little baby hairs that had grown since then were drenched in my juices, and the moisture made them cling to his waitng cock, like they were trying to pull him into me. When he entered me I yelped, overcome by pleasure, and it was all I could do not to scream his name. I made do by carving into his back with my fingernails, stroking his hair, whispering into his ear how bad I wanted him. Each time he entered me the elevator was filled with the large thwapping sound of his body crushing into mine; my legs were held in the air, as if I was giving birth, and each pump of his engorged cock into my pussy reminded me of why I'd let him fuck me to begin with, why I'd let him cum in me... and how bad I wanted him to do it again. "Let mommy make you cum," I said. He rolled over and let me mount him. Our eyes met. The veins in his dick were practically pulsating, and it lay across his six-pack waiting to be handled. I furiously grinded myself against it, running its expansive ridge against my clit. I felt myself tense as an enormous orgasm overtook me, left me totally indisposed, and I leaned upward, to take away the pleasure, just for a moment, just to catch my breath...when I came down I did so directly upon his waiting cock. I howled in delight at the suddenness, riding him like it would be our last time together, my tits thrashing wildly about. James put his back against the wall, and we were face to face, my chest against his, and the lack of room left me merely grinding against his dick, short thrusts in rhythm, him pushing his hips up to meet my pussy just as I pulled down to meet his cock. He put one of my tits into his mouth but the sheer weight of it coupled with the dripping milk caused it to fall out and plop against my chest. He tried a second time, grabbing more tit-flesh with his teeth, and this time found purchase, milking it for all it was worth, suckling endlessly. "Cum for mommy," I said. "Make mommy pregnant again. Give me another baby, James. Give me your seed, baby. Give mommy that thick seed." He kept pumping into me, taking my other tit with his other hand, both nipples in his mouth at once, his tongue circling both of them, then sucking them simultaneously. "Let mommy make milk for you forever, babe. I'm yours forever. Dump your load in me." I felt his dick twitch and burn and I put all my weight against it, grinded it until its head reached my deepest parts. He pulled my hair from behind, my massive tits pushing forward into his face, jets of milk gushing into his mouth as his dick pumped me full of semen. Streams and streams of his cum flooded out of my cunt and formed a pool on the elevator floor. He let both of my nipples go at once, my reddened, swollen tits plopping out of his mouth. His dick was warm inside of me as it deflated, and suddenly it released from my clenched pussy, plopping into the shallow mess of cum beneath us. "Let me clean that off for you, sweetie." I crawled back a bit, picked his drooping, spent cock up from the floor and licked it clean, covering every centimeter, sucking on the head for any cum that might not have made it all the way out. "Thanks, mom." "It's a mom's job, honey. It's what you have me for." I kissed his chest affectionately, moving upwards, and grabbed his shirt and watched as he put it on. Just then, another DING echoed through the elevator. The door didn't open, but rather, we started going upwards. "Shit," James said, sluggishly. He was like a caveman after sex, lazy and ready to doze off, and he barely made an effort to move. There was no time too, anyway. By the time I got to my shirt, and was getting the buttons on, the door had already opened. "Ms. Porter!" James said, with so much vigor I was shocked he could've mustered it. "James?!" The woman said. "So this is where you've been?! What is this?!" "Mom," James said, "Meet Ms. Porter. My counselor." I was too shocked for words. Yes, the situation was awfully awkward, and yes, I was made quite a bit uncomfortable... but all of that was secondary to the real reason I couldn't speak in the moment. Ms. Porter was the first woman I'd ever seen who might have been bustier than me. As thin, no less! She was in a pantsuit, her enormous tits held so compactly that they were leaking over her ruffled top, while her nipples jutted out of the cotton for all to see. She put her hand on her hip and stepped forward to make a show of disgust, but it only caused her breasts to jiggle mightily as she shook her head, and I noticed my son's dick growing beside me, as if I hadn't taken a full load of his cum in my pussy just moments earlier. "Well?" she said. "Either you two clean this up and tell me what's taken place here, or I'm going to have to call campus security." Suddenly the door closed behind her, and my son pulled himself up, his dick slapping against his thigh as he walked forward. "I don't know, Ms. Porter. The way you look at me whenever I come in to register... I think there's a third option you might want to give more consideration." The woman gasped, her eyes practically falling out of their sockets as she took in James' dick. I smiled, and a pang of jealousy pulsed through me. Could my son really seduce this woman in such a manner? And could I really watch on as he possibly gave his seed to another woman? I knew he was insatiable. He always took what he wanted, no matter what it was. Perhaps I'd just have to make sure that even if he did succeed — even if he did have sex with Ms. Porter — I'd be the one who ended up with his load in my belly. "I have no idea what 'third option' you have in mind, James," Ms. Porter said, flabbergasted, trailing off as she James grew closer. I stood up, my top half on, my pants still on the other side of the elevator. If James wanted to play this game, I'd have to participate; I'd have to make sure he remained mine, just as I was now his."Well, Ms. Porter, I said. "Why don't you let us give you a taste of what that third option might just be like..." |
_All Characters are to be viewed as over the age of eighteen._ Copyright 2008 by madengineer3, All rights are reserved! This story is not to be copied or circulated except by madengineer3 or by means of the Literotica website, and under Literotica's rules. * For all of those who have spent time on the ocean it is obvious that if a major storm is about to catch you, it is wise to find a sheltered port within which to anchor. The same can be said of people who are in immanent danger. They will often turn to even a stranger to provide safe shelter. This is a story about a woman and child who found shelter in a refuge that was stronger than they expected. Mary Jones was just twenty two. She had suffered a violent rape at the hands of a young thug named Phil Brown. He did this to her when he was seventeen. He was an arrogant and ignorant disgrace to humanity. But, because of his age, a grandfather that was a state senator and a father who was the local town justice of the peace, he had been given three years in a juvenile facility. The trial had been held in the county's family court. The judge was very good friends with the boy's father and grandfather. The boy had been given a virtual slap on the wrist. If he had been tried in any other court, in any other jurisdiction he would have been tried as an adult and given at least twenty years in the state pen. You see, he hadn't just raped Mary, he had also sliced into her body hateful words and symbols. He didn't slice deeply, but the scars would likely be with her the rest of her life. At the end of the trial Phil had told Mary that when he got out he wanted to see her again, to talk over his stay in jail. He was smart enough to not make it sound threatening. No one could prove that he was threatening her. But she knew, from his look, that he was going to come after her when he got out of the juvenile facility. Phil Brown was born into a very wealthy white family. He had always been given anything he wanted. When he did things that hurt other people his family either bought their silence or threatened the hurt people with legal harassment and frivolous lawsuits if they tried to press changes. Mary was an orphan. She had been sent out to live on her own when she reached the age of eighteen. She found work as a waitress at two different establishments. By serving on different shifts she was able to afford a very cheap room and enough food to live on. Mary's ancestry was African. This was in a town with only two black families. In her work as a waitress she met an old lady, named Isadora, that she especially liked. It wasn't that the lady tipped well or offered anything to her. It was because the lady treated Mary as a lady; a person who mattered. The old woman always called her by name. Mary liked that. Mary had reached her eighth month of pregnancy. In the restaurant, the old woman spoke to her. "Mary, how will you handle having a baby and work?" Mary looked down at the floor and said: "I don't know. I have no family and no financial support so I may be forced to go on welfare. I don't want to do that but may have no choice." "You didn't choose this pregnancy, did you child?" "No, it's the result of a rape." "You didn't abort the child?" "No, it wasn't the child's fault. I couldn't do that." Isadora was silent for a moment. Then she said; "I may have some help for you. My family owns the house that I live in. It is very old and has many rooms that I do not use. How about moving into one of my rooms rent free. After the baby is born and you are able to go to work again I can watch the child for you. It has been many decades since my children left my house. It might be nice to hear happy sounds again. Please think about my offer and let me know if you are interested." "I wouldn't dream of imposing on you. There would be dirty diapers and such. Also, I don't have any medical insurance. I don't even know how I'm going to deliver this child." "Mary, in my youth I worked at times as a midwife. I have delivered more children that I can count. We can do this without any doctors and hospitals. We just won't have a standard birth certificate." "If you really want me to move in with you, I would be honored. You have no idea how much your kindness means to me. It is as if you were an angel sent by God." "You know, Mary, the word angel simply means messenger. Many times in life you will meet an angel and won't even recognize him or her." "I have one practical question. Do you live near enough to where I work so that I can get to work?" "No, I don't. But, I like to drive and can make sure you have transportation. Do you have a driver's license?" "No, I've never had the chance to learn. I have a lot of areas where I am somewhat behind everyone else." "Don't worry child. We can make it work." It was two weeks later that the move to Isadora's house was completed. Mary had never seen a house like this before. It was set back in a large grove of trees about a hundred yards off a small secondary road. The house was miles from the nearest neighbor. It had a sort of old, creepy feel to it. It all but oozed a certain "strangeness" that would be obvious to almost any sensitive person. In spite of the house's strange look, the room that Mary had been given was warm and friendly. The house was nicely decorated, but with some very strange objects. There were assorted glass prisms, sphere's, and strange pictures on the wall. These objects all looked to be very old. The furniture all looked like it had been made in the 1920s. There were no radio, no television, and no computer in the house. Mary was awestruck with the contents of the house and overwhelmed by the kindness of Isadora. Within a week or so, Mary had her daughter. She named her Isadora after the kind woman who had taken them in. It was shortly after the birth that a stranger arrived. Her name was Grace. As it turned out, Grace was Isadora's granddaughter. Both Isadora and Grace were happy for Mary. They came up with what turned out to be a good idea. Isadora spoke first: "Mary, instead of working at the restaurants again would you consider working for us? It would involve cooking, cleaning, and generally helping around the house and yard. We will pay you half again the salary you got from working as a waitress and you will be near your child; like you should be." "You mean you would pay me to stay here? It sounds too good to be true." Grace responded, "My grandmother is not very young. She also lives alone most of the time. It will be good for her to have company. She is also very gifted in some very old arts that you might even like to learn." "What kind of arts are those? Do you mean like painting or weaving?" "No, but I can show you one of them." Grace led Mary to a room that she had never been in before. There were shelves loaded with old bottles with hand printed labels that were mostly in Latin or some other language. There was a massive bookshelf that contained all sorts of books on arcane subjects. As Mary would eventually learn, many of these books were written in foreign languages and many were not printed, they were hand written. There were also strange lamps and very strange cooking implements that were not kept in the kitchen area, but were on shelves. Grace went to the shelf with bottles and took five bottles from the shelves. She took down a mortar and pestle and ground some of the contents of three of the bottles and then added a few drops from each of the other two other bottles. The mixture smoked a bit and had a smell that wasn't too bad, but wasn't overly good either. "Now, Mary, look at that nasty scar on your left hand. Do you really want that scar?" "No, but plastic surgery can hurt and it costs money." "What if I told you that I can remove that scar in under a minute and it will never come back again?" "How could you possibly do that?" "Watch!" Grace took a silver spoon and took a small amount of the liquid and a funny looking stick and walked over to Mary. "Don't be afraid,, this won't hurt at all." Truth be told, Mary was a bit uneasy with what was going on. Grace carefully put some of the mixture that she had made on the scar, said a few words that Mary didn't understand and touched the scar with the funny looking stick. The liquid suddenly glowed a deep violet that shifted into a gorgeous purple. In seconds the liquid was gone; and so was the scar! Mary was almost in shock. "What just happened? The scar is totally gone! How did you do that?" Isadora smiled and gently said, "It's an old form of medicine. Almost no one remembers how this art is done, and I am learning how to do it from Grace. She is an expert." Mary's mind was reeling a bit after this demonstration of power over scars. She started to consider that maybe she didn't know what was real anymore. "If this is real, and it sure looks like it, then much of what I have learned in school is not at all real." "Well put, Mary, well put. Much of what you have learned is not real. For example you look at that table and believe it is solid. But it isn't. If you were to gather all the'stuff' that makes up that table in one place (which, by the way, you can't do) you would discover that almost all of the volume of that table is a vacuum, nothing, zip, nada! There are other things that most people 'know' to be true that aren't. Unfortunately, most people are not decent enough to be allowed to learn some of these arts since they could use them to do very bad things. There aren't many of us who still have the knowledge and skill to do this. We think that you have the ability to learn this art. It will take decades, but it will be worth it. Are you interested?" "Yes, I think so. When can we begin?" "Tomorrow I will get a simple introductory book for you to learn. It is in English. Later on you will need to learn a few more languages because some of the later work is only to be found in tongues that are not used much anymore." Grace led Mary into the living room and said: "Now, why don't you go in, feed the baby, and get a good night's sleep. Grace and I have some things to talk over." Mary did as Isadora suggested. After breast feeding the baby she went to bed. ************************************ Grace opened the conversation. "I know that you need to talk. What is the problem." "Phil Brown, the monster who raped Mary and then cut words and symbols into her skin, is going to be getting out of Juvenile Hall next week. His relatives have gone to great length, and expense, to get his sentence commuted. He has threatened to find Mary and make her pay for testifying against him. His family has a lot of clout in the area. I'm not sure what we should do to prevent him from hurting Mary, or any other person." "Hmmm, that is an interesting problem. We could make him disappear, but that would be noticed. If we treat him like we treated that crooked lawyer Mike Murphy we could put the fear of Aziel into him. Or we could mess with his mind so that he will be certifiable to be put away in a prison for the criminally insane. What had you thought of?" "Well, making him disappear permanently seems a bid drastic, after all he hasn't killed anyone, as far as I know. His mind is indeed twisted. If we could put him over the edge and at the same time show that he is a danger to society as a whole we could arrange for a trial in another jurisdiction. But, I think Aziel is the best answer. Nobody would believe him if he told anyone what he had seen. However, there is a problem with any of these solutions. If he starts to act unlike he has ever acted before, his family will realize that something is wrong. If they then try to get him professional mental counseling he will tell the story in detail and there will be an investigation." "Grandma, I think we'd be better off simply introducing him to Aziel and putting a spell on him that will give him incredible pain if he starts to approach any woman. We could also use a permanent spell of silence. We can instruct Aziel to hurt him if he speaks about, writes about, or in any other way tries to communicate about what happened to him. How would that be for poetic justice?" "That sounds good." "Grandma, I think we will get Mike Murphy to draw up and execute an order of protection that prevents Phil Brown from getting within a hundred yards of Mary. If he gets the order from the superior court judge in the city the local justice of the peace won't be able to do anything about it. It might be just the trick to force our young criminal to go after Mary simply because he has been told that he can't do that. Since he will be told the locations that he must stay away from, he will know where she lives. I think we can start with that. I also think it is bedtime for both of us. I'll talk to you in the morning. I love you grandma." "And I love you Grace." The following day Grace went to Mike Murphy's law office. "Hi Mike, you remember how we helped you get rid of the crooked mayor, judge, and police chief; right?" "Yes, Grace, I remember. Why do you bring that up?" "Well, I need a small legal favor. I need an order of protection drawn up and executed here in the city. The actual protection will happen over near where we live." "Wouldn't it be easier to go to the local magistrate and have it issued there?" "No, the local justice of the peace is the father of the no good kid, and the kid's grandfather is a state senator. It has to be done by a real judge that the local magistrate cannot intimidate. Our new judge in town used to be the states attorney general. He knows the law and isn't easily intimidated." "Hmmmmm, from your description I think I remember reading about the case of a little monster named Philip Brown who should have been given twenty to thirty years in the state pen. Is this the same kid?" "You have a very good memory Mike. Yes, that is him. My bet is that when he is told that he can't come after Mary, who is living with us, he will do it just to show that he can do what he wants. Then, we can introduce him to Aziel." At the name Aziel, Mike involuntarily shuddered. Mike had also met Aziel. Nobody in their right mind wanted to meet Aziel if they didn't have to; unless they had power over him." I'll draw up the papers this afternoon and speak to the judge tomorrow. I will quietly clue him in on why I am filing it in his court instead of your local magistrate's office. By the day after tomorrow we will have the signed court orders. I will pay to have an off duty sheriff's deputy deliver the papers to him, and include a copy to the local magistrate. Is that o.k.?" "Yes, Mike, that is very good. What is your standard fee for doing this kind of work.?" "Normally I get about $150. for doing this, plus another $100 to cover the cost of hiring the sheriff's deputy. But, I'll do this for you, free. The case of Philip Brown runs against all I now believe in. He has abused the law and hurt innocent people." "Mike, you have come a long way in the last few years. It seems like you have indeed changed for the best. However, I insist on paying for this. It is necessary that the fair price be paid so that there will be no question regarding who is responsible for the order of protection." ******************** Philip Brown was lounging in the living room of his parents house when Sheriff's deputy Miller knocked at the door. Philip's father answered the door, and after a moment called Philip to the door. "What's this all about?" were the first words from Philip. The sheriff handed the paper to Philip, and said: "I am serving you an order of protection. You are to remain at least one hundred yards from Mary Jones, under penalty of law. There is a second copy of this for your local magistrate." Turning to Phil's father he handed him a copy of the document. "Please look at the name and location of the judge. You will notice that just a few years ago he was the state's attorney general. He was famous for breaking up criminal activities of those who abused their legal power. He doesn't frighten easily and he has great political clout." "Why are you telling me that, officer?" Queried Phil's father. "Off the record, there are people high up in this state government who have been very unhappy about how your son was treated after this rape and mutilation. There are many state officials who believe that the family court judge, and yourself, should be arrested for malfeasance. But again, that is off the record." The sheriff left. "Phil, I want you to stay away from that girl. If you break this order of protection I probably can't help you out. For once, you need to follow the rules. If you don't, I will have to side with the authorities if you are caught. Do I make myself clear?" "Yeah, you're chicken. I owe that bitch for ratting me out. One way, or another, I'm going to get even with her, and you can't stop me." "Son, I'm warning you; stay away from that girl. We've done all we can about this problem. I am not going to go to prison by helping you on this one. You are on your own." "Fine, I can do that. Just stay out of my way!" It was later that evening when Phil went out for a drive. He slowly went down the road that fronted the house where Mary lived. When he looked at it and realized that it was very isolated he was overjoyed. The power came from a pole on the road and fed the house by means of six poles. The phone line was also on these polls. Best of all, the electric meter was on a stout post next to the end of the driveway. In bad weather it was probably too hard to get in to the house to take a reading. As Phil drove home he was already seeing how he would do this. If he arrived at, say two in the morning, nobody would recognize the fact that the power had gone out. They also would not notice that the phone didn't work until it was too late. Yes, this would be very easy and he would make her suffer for testifying against him. **************************** Mounths had gone by since the scar had been removed from Mary's hand. She had been avidly reading the book that Isadora had handed her. She now knew that the medicine that had been used was indeed magic. She had never believed in magic, until that moment. While she was learning from the book, Isadora was teaching her some very basic spells. Thus, the practical and theoretical education was under way. "Mary, Grace and I want to do some advanced magic to protect you and your daughter. It will require three drops of blood from each of you and will involve meeting a very strange and powerful being. Will you trust us to do this for you?" "What do I have to do?" "You will join us, inside a circle in the back yard. None of us, including the baby, will be clothed. There will be a fire and some incantations and the appearance of something beyond your wildest imagination. The thing to remember is that the thing you will see is Grace's servant. Do you think you can do that?" "Yes, I'll try. It sounds intimidating." "That is an understatement. We have introduced grown men to our servant, Aziel. When they were done most of them passed out from fear. But, in your case he will become your bodyguard. He can be around and not be seen unless he wants to be." "I'll try to do as you say." That evening they planned on doing the ceremony before their evening meal. "Remember, we are dealing with very old magic here. This particular type of magic is best done as seldom as possible, due to its danger." "Danger!", Mary said, beginning to look even more concerned. "Yes, danger. This magic opens up a tunnel, so to speak, between a world that is in a totally different dimension than our own. That is why scientific measurements can't detect the spirits. When you open this type of tunnel you don't want to open it into the wrong 'other dimension'". If you were to do so it could be the last magic that you ever performed. We will follow the ancient procedure to the letter. You just need to stand between Grace and me. And you must not say anything! Not even a single syllable. Do I make myself clear?" She indeed had made herself clear. "Let's go outside and join Grace. She is already sky clad, which is the term used to describe magic that must be done in the nude." We removed all of our clothes. "When you walk into the circle, Mary, do not step on any of the lines drawn on the ground." Grace made a small incision in her left hand and allowed a few drops of blood to fall into the silver chalice which she was holding. Next, Isadora had a small cut made on her left hand, and her blood was mixed with Graces. Mary and the baby also donated three drops each. When the baby had stopped crying from the discomfort of the prick to her finger; Grace started the incantation. The first thing Mary noticed was the fact that the nice little wood fire had just changed to a dark blue flame traced with light blue streaks. A heavy mist has risen. The mist, however, is only at the edge of circle that they drew on the ground. Inside the circle it is clear. The fog changed in color. It is now slightly greenish. Mary saw that something was taking form directly over the fire itself. It stepped out of the fire and onto solid ground. It was obviously a male since it was sporting a gigantic erection. Grace walked over to Aziel and took the end of his monster penis into her hands and mouth. She sucked him off. The thing's breathing changed now. It was coming in raspy gasps. Suddenly there is a bellow like an angry elephant, and the big black thing has opened its eyes. He looked satisfied, Grace was speaking to him in a language that Mary didn't recognize. The thing was looking from her to me, and then back again. Suddenly Grace is speaking in English again. "Mary, hold out your left hand.." She held it out, and the five pointed star appeared on her hand. It looked like liquid gold. "Aziel, this woman and her child are to be protected as you protect us. Is that understood?" The thing didn't look happy but nodded its head yes. I'll let you decide how best to help them, as long as you do not hurt them. Is that understood?" Aziel nodded his head yes, again. "Good, look at your hand Mary." Mary saw that the pentagram on my hand had changed to a metallic green color. She then looked at her daughter's hand, it also bore a metallic green pentagram. The two witches made a few more comments in that strange language and just as fast as a stroke of lightning the mist was gone, the fire was a simple fire, and Grace was talking. "Very good. Now, let's get our clothes and get inside for some supper." Once the baby had been put to bed they all sat down for supper. Grace said: "We need to return thanks for this food. Please bow your heads.". "Blessed art thou the King of the Universe. You bring bread from the ground and all good things to us. We, your servants bless your Holy Name." Grace then turned to Mary. "You are probably wondering why we invoked Aziel. You see, we are setting a plan in motion to get Philip Brown to come here after us. Isadora and I have been protected for a long time. You and the baby had to have that protection too. It is impossible for almost anything in this world to hurt you now. If you are shot at, the bullet will disappear on its way to you. If someone swings a knife at you one of several unpleasant things would happen. They might just suddenly not be there. The knife might hit an object harder that it is in mid swing. The knife might suddenly be gone, along with the hand that was holding it. Any way, you and your baby are now protected." "Grandma, how is Mary doing in her studies?" "She's a natural. She usually could do the simple spells and wand work we started on her second try. She also remembers the information. It's as if she were recording what she has learned. Her recall is excellent!" "Good, if she's a natural at this there is a somewhat advanced spell that I want you to teach her. I want you to teach her the binding charm." "Are you sure? I only learned that two years ago." "Yes, but it may be necessary for her to prevent Phil from moving. We want him to meet Aziel, and for that to happen we need him here." The following few days were spent with Mary learning the complicated binding charm. ***************************** Philip Brown had been laying his plans carefully. He had found out that there were no routine sheriff's patrols that went by the house where Mary was living. He had also found out that almost nobody ever visited that house. Philip wasn't sharp enough to notice that the people he had been talking with seemed a bit nervous when he mentioned the house in question. Phil decided that this time he would bring pole climbing spurs and belt, night vision goggles, rope, a pistol, a knife, and a can of gasoline. He planned on binding them, torturing them, and then burning them alive. Yes, that ought to balance things out nicely. He purposefully waited for three weeks after the order of protection had been served before putting his plan into motion. On the chosen night, Phil quietly left the house at about one in the morning. He had parked his car a block over so that his parents wouldn't hear the engine starting. Twenty minutes later Phil was at the power pole that fed the house. He carefully cut the wires from the transformer to the house. There was now no power and no phone connection to the house. He congratulated himself that they were now at his mercy. (As if he had any mercy.) He went to the house and tried the front door. It was unlocked! As he was congratulating himself for his good luck, he tried to quietly open the door. He didn't know about the tall stack of empty tin cans just inside the door until they made their awful racket as they fell to the floor. As soon as he heard the noise he ran into the house wearing his night vision gear. He suddenly realized that there were doors to many rooms, and he didn't know which one contained the girl. Just then Mary called out, "Is that you Isadora?". Now Phil new just about where the voice had come from. He ran to the door, and threw it open. He saw the girl standing there holding a thin wood dowel and saying something he didn't understand. The next thing Phil realized was that he had fallen on the floor and landed with his face down. His nose was bleeding. As he tried to get up he suddenly realized that he couldn't move. "Let me go! You'll pay for this!" What he heard was laughter from two people. "Well, well, well look what we have here. I think our rat trap has worked!" "How are you tonight Philip? Are you feeling a little bit down, perhaps?" Again there was laughter. "You women have no idea who you are messing with, let me loose." "No Phil you have absolutely no idea who, or should I say what, we really are. You are here for a little bit of re-education. The classroom will be ready in about half an hour. You won't enjoy the lesson." Phil started to swear. Another woman, Grace, walked into the room and said a couple of strange sounding words. Suddenly Phil was silent. "I've heard enough from him for the moment. I have the fire set. Bring him out and put him on the ground outside the outer circle." Isadora lifted up her wand and said a few words. Phil was now floating about a foot off the floor. Mary and Isadora steered/pushed him out the back door and to the edge of the outer circle. Grace came over to Phil. "Phil, I am going to release you so that you can move your head. Then I will release the spell on your voice so that you can speak. I will do that if you will willingly give me two strands of your hair. Will you do that?" Phil nodded his head yes. Isadora came over and plucked two hairs from his head and put them into the silver chalice.. "One word of warning Phil, if you start swearing or yelling you will be made silent again, is that clear?" Phil nodded yes and the spell was released. The first words out of Phil's mouth were violent obscenities. Before the third word was out, he could no longer talk. Phil watched as the three women took off their clothes. He was enjoying the view. Phil noticed them carefully walk over to the fire. He was confused at first, but when the fire went from normal to blue with little streaks of light blue he began to panic. This couldn't be real! Moments later he saw Aziel. If anyone could have seen him at that moment they would have seen his eyes bug out from a face that was literally white as a sheet. Suddenly, Phil found himself on his feet, able to move his arms, but unable to move his feet or mouth. Grace spoke. "Phil, this is Aziel, he works for us. Smile for him Aziel." Phil looked and saw fire where the mouth was. He was petrified. "Now, you raped and mutilated Mary here. What do you think we should do to you? Oh, I forgot, you can't speak. That may be for the best because I think the appropriate punishment is that you should be raped. Take a good look at Aziel's erection." Phil was panic stricken. The things prick looked like it was eighteen inches long and a good three to four inches in diameter. "Aziel, would you like to rape him?" Aziel grinned a horrible grin. "In time you may well do that, Aziel. For the moment we have another plan in mind." Grace continued "Aziel, show him the same amount of pain that you gave to Mr. Murphy." Suddenly Phil's eyes were full of tears, his mouth was open but no sound was coming out. Phil was now throwing up and silently sobbing at the same time. "O.K. Aziel, that's enough. We are going to let you talk again Phil, but if you start swearing or yelling I'm going to let Aziel treat you to much more pain than you just had. Nod your head if you understand. Phil nodded his head. Suddenly he knew that he could speak again. He quietly and politely asked Grace a question. "What are you going to do to me?" "Well, I think we will let you go later. But, first I need to tell you what the rules are. You see, Aziel is only visible when he wants to be or when we tell him to be. He could be standing right next to you and you would never know it. Now, you have several rules to follow: One: you may not tell anyone what has happened tonight or where you have been tonight. Two: you will not in any way tell anyone who we are. Three: you will never again break the law or even think about hurting anyone. And, Four: you will never use foul language again. Do you understand the rules?" "Yes, but what if I don't follow them? You can't be every place at once." "That's true, however you now have a mark on your hand. That mark is the sign of a curse that will call Aziel if you so much as seriously think about breaking the rules. Now, if that doesn't scare you enough let me tell you the rest of your problem. You have twelve tastes of pain, each worse than the previous one, before Aziel can take you to his home and play with you for the rest of eternity. His home is not in our space-time. Tonight's pain was just a sample of what you will feel every time you think seriously about breaking the rules. Oh, yes, tonight's demonstration was time one, you have eleven times to go. Do you now understand what you may do?" Phil couldn't do more than moan and shake his head yes. Grace said a few words and Phil found himself completely naked. The women walked Phil around to the side of the house, so that he could see his car. Phil, you are going to be released soon. Isadora, please follow me as I drive Phil to his destination. Twenty minutes later Phil saw that they were parked in his driveway.. Grace pulled Phil out of the car and had Phil watch as his car disappeared. Grace got in Isadora's car and they headed home. "Now, before I go in I need to fix a few things." Grace then said a few words and the cut wires were restored to their original condition, the fresh holes from the linemen's spurs were made to look like they were ten years old. There weren't even tire marks, cigarette buts, or footprints to show that anyone had been there that night. "Let's get some sleep ladies, I'd suggest we sleep in." ******************************* Phil found himself alone in his parent's driveway. Only at that instant did he realize that his keys, wallet, money and all other items that he had earlier in the evening were gone. Here it was, about four in the morning, and he was outside his locked house, stark naked, with the family car missing, and unable to tell anyone why. It was enough to make him shudder. There were neighbor families on all sides of the house. The back yard seemed like the place to hide for the moment. ********************************* Mike's father came out to go to work, at his usual time. He was startled when he didn't see his car. He checked in the garage. No, he hadn't put in inside last evening. He decided to go back into the house. As he turned he saw the nude back of his son running into the front door. He immediately followed his son inside. "Phil, what is going on?" Phil came down the stairs wearing a bathrobe. "I can't tell you dad." "What do you mean, you can't tell me? As long as you live here you answer to me. Where have you been and what have you done with my car?" "I can't tell you. If I do, some very bad things will happen to me. I simply cannot even hint at what has happened. The car is gone, not truly stolen. I'll get a job and start paying you for the loss of the car." "Are you saying you plan to actually get a job and work? What has happened to you?" "You'll simply have to see the new me, dad. You may not believe the changes you will soon be seeing?" "Have you broken the law?" "Yes, but it will never be reported.. I can't tell you more than that." "I'm going to have to get a new car now. I know that your Uncle Albert has been advertising for a stock boy in his hardware store. Get dressed. I'm going to call the rental car place and rent a vehicle. I'll drop you by his business on the way down town." Much to his father's surprise, Mike simply said; "o.k." and went off to get dressed. ****************************** It was not four months since Phil received his lesson. No one who had known him before could believe that this was the same kid! He didn't swear, he didn't even bend even the normal rules of courtesy. He seemed to have become a polite, hard working young man. There were all sorts of guesses about what had happened. But none of them even began to approach the truth. |
Rhodesia's shadow dragged behind her like a heavy perfume. It swelled outward at her hips, blooming into a cloud that darkened the whole avenue, and then narrowed again at her waist, making a shape on the ground that a demon could land on. It was a fantastic shadow, a sculpture of darkness, almost as appealing as the thing from which it sprang. The shadow was black and distinct, thanks to the full moon that smiled and winked on the horizon. As she walked along, she wiggled her hips, making her shadow bob and sway. It was an age old-custom, a traditional movement to alert those present to her need to be fucked. But she didn't want just any man. She wanted a man who could throw boulders. Her swaying shadow was sexy enough to lure one. Due to the whims of fortune, however, she was at that particular moment alone. The man of her dreams was inside snoring, his arm wrapped around his beautiful wife, who also snored. Walking down the street, Rhodesia's soul was on fire. Soon it would burn to a crisp, and without having warmed another. She ached for a man, for the feeling of a hard cock inside her. She ached to be filled up and stretched. She had to find some means of release. She was desperate. Anyone or anything would do. Rhodesia looked around, to make sure no one was watching, and then put her ass on the corner of a brick building. She lifted her skirt and put her gooey slit on the building's rough edge. She began to rub her cunt up and down. Rivulets of translucent goo ran down the wall's surface. It looked like a thousand slugs had spewed slime on the bricks and crawled away. Rhodesia moaned like an ox. Her face looked like a cookie cracked in half. The fissure was her half-opened mouth and the crumbles were arranged to form her crooked teeth. The broken piece of her face floated in space. Rhodesia put a hand on the wall to steady herself. But something about the wall felt wrong. It was warm like flesh, and smooth like muscle. Rhodesia turned around and screamed. A man with sunglasses was standing behind her. She had been rubbing her pussy on his crotch. Rhodesia's mouth hung wide open. The man was leaning against the brick wall and smiling. His smile was huge. Entirely too big for his face. It was far too distinct and too wide. His laugh wrinkles were valleys. He wasn't smiling like a cad who'd pulled a fast one. He was smiling like a demented demon. Rhodesia couldn't see his eyes behind the sunglasses and this bothered her. But she could see his teeth, which were long and pointed like the fangs of a beast, and saw that they shined in the moonlight. "Who the hell are you?" she asked. "Some kind of a sex maniac? And if you didn't notice, it's after sundown, so why are you wearing your sunglasses? Take 'em off. I want to see your face in case I need to pick you out of a police line up." The man's smile curled at the edges. "That's not a good idea," he said. "Take them off. I want to see what you look like." He stood perfectly still. For a moment Rhodesia thought she had spoken to a statue. Then he lifted one of his arms, saying softly "I warned you." He pulled off his sunglasses and Rhodesia's face fell slack. He had two giant diamonds in place of his eyes. They sparkled with white light. Waves of energy emanated from the twinkling orbs and washed over Rhodesia. She stood transfixed in their brilliance and then turned around and put her hands to the wall. "Fuck me," she moaned. The man put his sunglasses back on and stepped around her, eyeing her up and down. He put his hand on her waist, caressing her hourglass-shape. He squeezed her hips and lifted her skirt. He pulled her thong to one side and rubbed the tip of his finger across her pussy. "Stick it in," Rhodesia hissed over her shoulder. "Not yet baby," the man hummed. Rhodesia could feel his hands inspecting her. His long fingers spread open her pussy lips and rubbed her moistening clit. She opened her mouth and let a moan escape from her throat. The smiling man ran his fingertip back and forth. She bent over further. He twisted his finger in and out of her like a corkscrew. She reached back and squeezed the bulge in his pants. As he probed her, a thick gooey fluid collected on the lips of her pussy. He scooped a dollop of this up on his finger and rubbed it into her asshole. Very slowly, he pushed his wicked finger inside her anus. Rhodesia moaned and clutched at the bricks. Mingling with her moans was the sound of bones being dragged. The man in sunglasses looked down and saw a dog with a naked skull for a head. The skull was of canine proportions, although it seemed to belong to a larger dog. Despite the dog's efforts to bark, the only sound that it made was the clacking of its loosely-hinged jaw. The man's smile grew wider. He twirled his finger around Rhodesia's ass and pulled it out. It glistened in the moonlight. He held it down for the creepy creature to lick. Who else was so giving? A long wet tongue emerged from the dog's skull and cleaned the vile finger. Rhodesia was too deeply submerged in her dementia to notice the scene. The man put his finger back in her ass and pushed it in up to the knuckle. The inside of Rhodesia's rectum was soft and smooth, like velvet, and lined with a creamy coating. The man worked his finger in and out, loosening her tightly-clenched anus. He pulled his finger out and put it in his mouth. He smile stretched to vast proportions as he sucked his finger clean. It tasted simultaneously like a Mars Bar and a copper penny. He looked at the skull- faced dog and winked. The dog clapped its jaw and ran off. Rhodesia's thoughts were lost in a haze. The sensation of a man's finger probing her asshole had proved the perfect remedy for her longing. When the man pulled his finger out, a wisp of cold air crept up her asshole. Rhodesia arched her back and wiggled her ass in anticipation of the finger's return. But instead of a finger she felt something larger -- much larger -- pushing against her sphincter. Finally, she groaned, she was going to get the fucking she craved. She pushed her ass out like a bitch in heat. Although the outer ring of her anus was relaxed and dilated from finger-fucking, the inner ring was still squeezed tightly closed. The hole in the center of this anal ring was no larger than a keyhole. Rhodesia whimpered in discomfort as the man pushed his iron cock against it. He held back for a moment and then pressed on it again, finally nudging the head of his cock past the red hot sphincter muscle. He eased it inch by devastating inch. Rhodesia's hands clutched at the bricks like claws. With his cock wedged halfway up her ass, the man suddenly gave it an extra push. Rhodesia squealed like all Hell had just broken loose. Her high-pitched cry roused a family of blackbirds. They were nestled in a tuft of straw atop the brick wall. They flapped their wings violently and fluttered about. The man looked up but continued fucking Rhodesia's ass. One by one, the blackbirds flew down and entangled themselves in Rhodesia's hair. Their squeals were so similar to Rhodesia's that the man couldn't tell them apart. They opened and closed their beaks, showing their tiny pink throats, and emitted a cacophony that was equal parts agony and joy. It was such an appropriate sound that Rhodesia herself stopped squealing and let the birds do the work for her. Their combined cry was the blast of a trumpet, a call to arms that roused dozing spirits to perform great deeds. Presently, three of the blackbirds extricated themselves from Rhodesia's hair and flew in circles around the man's head. They clamped their beaks on either stem of his sunglasses and carefully lifted them from his face. The man's diamond eyes shone like stars. The third blackbird swooped down, perched itself with spiky talons upon the man's smiling cheek, and began pecking at his eye. The man didn't care. He kept smiling. The blackbird diligently chipped at the diamond's edges until it succeeded in dislodging the jewel. It was almost too big to hold in its beak and almost too heavy to lift, let alone keep aloft, but the bird somehow managed to fly off with it. It skirted the north wind with the precious diamond clutched in its mouth. As it flew over field and fjord the bird noticed something strange. It wasn't flying so much as being pulled by the diamond, which flew much faster than any bird could fly. The blackbird had no more volition than a comet's tail has when it gets pulled through the sky by a comet. The bird and the diamond that it held on to disappeared in the nighttime sky. The laughing man grabbed Rhodesia's hips and pulled her onto him, sinking the full length of his cock in her ass. The depths of her rectum stretched to accept him. The blackbirds that were tangled in her hair kicked their cries up a notch. They were a raucous caucus, penetrating the nighttime sky with their squeals. Woken by the hullabaloo, a thick serpent stirred in the crawlspace behind the brick wall. It pushed a loose brick out from the façade, poked its head out, and let a long tongue flicker back and forth, tasting the dirty night air. Deciding that the time was right, the serpent poured from the hole in the wall. It pressed its head against Rhodesia's calf and curled around her leg. It wound its way all around her body, letting her juicy ass bulge from a gap in its coils, and wrapped itself around her neck. It kept oozing out of the wall. The snake was endless. The blackbirds sensed danger and squawked louder. The man saw the serpent, of course, but was too focused on fucking Rhodesia's ass to care. After the snake finished wrapping itself around Rhodesia, it twisted itself around the man's arm and slithered across his torso. It wrapped him up in its coils as well. The snake hissed in triumph and began to constrict. The man felt his balls compress as it squeezed him. Juice squirted out of his cock, painting Rhodesia's insides. The blackbirds fell silent out of respect or out of awe. When he was done ejaculating he pulled his cock from her puckered butthole, making a wet pop. The blackbirds flapped in the air and flew back to their nest. The snake, sensing that its work was done, unwrapped itself, retracted its length, and returned to its spot in the wall. The man reached down and replaced the fallen brick. At that moment, the blackbird that had stolen his eye returned. It perched on his cheek and returned the glittering diamond to the man's empty socket. The man winked at the bird and refocused and then laughed a hearty ha ha. Rhodesia's body was slick with sweat. "Thank you," she whispered, still panting. The man slid her thong back and neatly arranged her skirt so that it covered her ass. Then he kissed her on the cheek and disappeared. Rhodesia patted her creases down and walked off with her beautiful shadow. |
If you are not yet caught up with my story Autumn Wind, please read it before starting this story. I'm afraid pretty much everything in this story is contingent upon knowing these characters from that story. As a quick note, this story was written in one day on 02/14/2021 and has received little editing, so please be kind. Love you all! —— "This is such horseshit." Autumn grumbled, glaring out the window at the falling snow. "There wasn't a cloud in the sky last night, and now we have this?" She muttered a few more swear words under her breath before raising her steaming mug of coffee to her lips and slurping a sip. It turned out that beer wasn't the only bitter drink she'd developed a taste for since coming into her own as Autumn—not that she could taste the coffee, anyway. She swished the acidic drink around her mouth before swallowing, making a quick mental reminder to brush her teeth again soon. "Does it normally snow here in February?" Samantha said, coming up behind Autumn and wrapping her arms around her waist, her hair tickling at Autumn's ear. Autumn felt herself melt a little at the touch as Samantha continued, "I'd hoped because we're nearer the coast—" "Exactly!" Autumn growled. "We don't even get snow in December. It's too damp." She tensed her muscles, anxious to _do_ something to change their circumstances. Unfortunately, despite the borderline-magical possibilities at their fingertips granted by Samantha's CHANGE app, there was nothing they could do about the weather but weather it out. But "weathering it out" wasn't exactly what Autumn wanted to do this Valentine's Day. This day wasn't just supposed to be special—it was supposed to be _perfect_. She reached to her pocket before realizing what she was doing and stopping herself. "It's okay, Love." Samantha said, kissing her on the back of the head and nuzzling her nose in her hair, still damp from the shower. "It's just another thing, right?" "Yeah." Autumn sighed, a weight in her chest. "Just one more thing." That had been their mantra since the lockdowns started in March of 2020. To them everything was "just one more thing," because if together they could handle anything, then what was "just one more thing?" The lockdown had been "just one thing". Before that it was the fires in Australia that had devastated Autumn who grew up dreaming of visiting the amazing landscape. Then it was the unrest. The politics. The sickness. All "just one more thing." It had been "just one more thing" when Autumn lost her taste and smell, left unable to enjoy her cocktails or Samantha's cooking—not even the CHANGE app had been able to fix that, since they were afraid of using experimental tech on a mystery virus. It had been "just one more thing" when corporate laid off half her workplace, forcing her to make one of the most shameful phone calls she'd ever had to make. It was "just one more thing" when Samantha had showed up to help carry Autumn's stuff out of her little editing office she'd worked so hard for. She knew there wasn't shame in being let go in times like these, and that because of Samantha they'd have the financial security to get through it all, but that didn't help. It was "just one more thing." Just like today. The perfect Valentine's Day she'd had planned, ruined by the deep snow piling up outside the window. _Stupid,_ she berated herself. _Stupid for thinking one day could undo the past year._ "Come on, girl." Samantha said, kissing her again. "We can still go out. We can order from King's and have another movie night." _Takeout's wasted on me._ Autumn didn't say it, though. Samantha would enjoy it, and that was good enough for her. "Maybe we can start another Lord of the Rings marathon?" She suggested, a broken smile splitting her face when she felt Samantha flinch. "Sure." "Don't even!" Autumn laughed, turning out her her embrace. "This day is about _us_, right? Let's watch something we'd both enjoy." Samantha furrowed her brow in thought, then snapped her fingers. "Porn?" Autumn paused, caught off guard by the deadpan suggestion, then she burst into laughter. Tears came to her eyes as peels of laughter filled the room. "I mean, the really dirty stuff, you know?" Samantha continued, "The stuff you need a VPN for—" "Stop!" Autumn laughed, spilling a little coffee on the hardwood. "Oh, fuck me..." "My thoughts exactly." Samantha said, leaving and returning with a towel from the kitchen. "We don't have to go outside for that." "Could be fun, though." Autumn chuckled, sitting down and trying to catch her breath after Samantha's joke—that had been harder since the sickness, too. "Imagine the cold—" "Imagine the frostburn..." Samantha grumbled, bending over to clean up the coffee. Then a sudden _smack!_ resounded and a sharp pain lit up her butt cheek. She rounded on Autumn, grabbing her sore ass and glaring at the smaller woman sitting on the chair and wearing that mischievous smile. "What was that?!" "Frostburn." She said, sipping from her coffee. Samantha narrowed her eyes further, "Frostburn my—" She stopped. They both realized what she had been about to say and she groaned as Autumn broke into another fit of laughter. "That was the idea," Autumn managed to get out. Samantha stuck her tongue out. "I'm going to get changed. You should, too." "Why? I thought we were watching porn?" Samantha rolled her eyes and started for their bedroom. "Because I made plans, too. Mine just weren't contingent on the weather." Autumn raised an eyebrow, looking out the window at the frozen layers piling up on the ground. Then, sighing, she extricated herself from the chair, finished her tasteless coffee, and followed Samantha down the hall. - Samantha grinned as soon as she left Autumn's line of sight. It had been weeks since she'd heard her best friend laugh like that. Not since before she'd been laid off, really. The last year had been difficult for Samantha, too, but nothing like what Autumn had had to endure. Sure, Samantha couldn't go out like she liked to. The malls were closed and most of her favorite smaller restaurants had disappeared—King's had miraculously stayed open, thanks to a sizable donation from a mysterious angel donor—but that was fine. She'd been learning how to cook from YouTube channels and often spent hours engaging the part of her that loved learning by picking up new hobbies. Her favorite was making bread and pasta from scratch. Hearing Autumn moan in ecstasy from the other room from waking up to the smell of fresh bread had been one of her favorite things to come out of the past year. Back when Autumn could smell. She'd never explicitly told Samantha, but Samantha knew that Autumn was frustrated about being let go. Not in the normal way. Samantha had been let go before, too, and while it sucked she could understand why. Companies bite off more than they can chew, hiring too many people, etc., or they just come on hard times. It was part of the deal and wouldn't look bad on her resume at all. But Autumn _shouldn't_ have been let go. She was the most passionate photographer Samantha knew, though she didn't know many. Certainly she was among the best at the station. The problem was that Autumn had only worked there for about a year. Ethan had worked there for another few years before that, working his way up from an internship. But the only ones who knew Autumn and Ethan were the same person were Autumn and Samantha. She knew that Autumn blamed her life change as the reason she was let go. They might have fabricated a good enough work history, but as the "newest" member of the team she didn't have their loyalty. That, and Autumn had complained several times about being the only girl in the department. It pissed Samantha off to no end, thinking that the best thing to happen in Autumn's life might have been the reason she was fired. But enough of that. Today wasn't about the past—it was about the present, and the future. Samantha forced a smile on her face as she picked out some white leggings and a red sweater dress, letting the smile become more natural when she found some naughty undergarments to wear under it. Then, when Autumn came in to change, she grabbed the suitcases she'd packed for them and snuck them into the trunk of the car. - "It's been an hour, Sammy. You still won't tell me where we're going?" "Call me 'Sammy' again and I'll give you boobs the size of your head for the rest of the trip." Autumn grinned, adjusting her bra strap in a way that had become second nature to her. "I didn't pack any other bras, so I hope you have some way to make me some clothes if you plan to follow through with your threat, _Sammy_." When Samantha did nothing but glare at the road she laughed. "I thought so. But seriously, where are we going?" They'd been driving for well over an hour, actually, and had worn through the first half of _Hamilton_ already. They'd just passed city limits and Autumn was starting to get anxious, and when she got anxious now she teased. Samantha had taken it as a sign of trust and growth, since Autumn trusted her enough to just get irritated with her when she pulled stunts like this. She hadn't had a panic attack in over a year—at least until the last few months. "We," Samantha said as she took an exit, "are going to the mountains." Autumn looked off in the direction the road went, up the winding path in the distance. Then she looked down at what she was wearing—yoga pants, sneakers, a zip-up hoodie and a v-neck, then she frowned. "I'm not exactly dressed for the cold weather." "That's fine." Samantha smiled knowingly, more sensing than seeing the scowl coming from the passenger's seat. When Autumn's scowl didn't work to get more information out of Samantha, she changed tactics. "Well then, Sammy. If you're not going to tell me anything, _Sammy_, I'll just have to wait it out, Sa—" "That's _it!_ " Samantha shouted. "You _know_ I hate that name." Autumn grinned. _Finally!_ She'd gotten some reaction out of her, and even though it was a loud reaction Autumn could see Samantha was more annoyed than anything else. "I do know you hate that name." "You know what?" Samantha's pursed lips told Autumn she may have gone a step too far. "Maybe you'll hate it now, too." "What does that me—" "Hey, Holly?" Samantha spoke over her. From the dashboard console came a disembodied voice. "Yes?" "Samantha, really, don't—" "Don't worry," Samantha said. "I'm not putting any new changes on you, just letting you in on the current one." "The current one? What does that mean?" "Holly, cue Autumn in on what's been happening to her, mkay?" Samantha smiled. Autumn frowned. Cue her in on _what_? She looked at Samantha, but she wasn't giving her anything. Then she lowered the visor and looked in the mirror. "Oh, no." "Oh, yes." Samantha giggled. "What did you do?!" "I figured since you were _acting_ like a child, you could fit the part." "How old am I?" Autumn gasped, looking at the youthful face in the mirror. Her cheeks had that puffiness of teenage youth, with the baby fat that lingered. "Probably somethjng like..." Samantha counted quickly on one hand. "Eighteen, I think? Maybe nineteen. Holly?" "She is currently aged to nineteen years old." Came the voice. _"Fucking what?!"_ she squealed. Even her voice was higher! "I swear to God, Sammy—" she began, but she didn't finish her sentence. There was an immediate, profound shift in her body as the car around her got larger. Or, rather, as she shrunk another inch. She adjusted herself on the seat, grimacing at the realization that her clothes didn't fit her anymore. Not that they had a moment ago, either, but the changes were more pronounced now. "I guess Autumn had a bit of a growth spurt between eighteen and nineteen, eh?" Samantha giggled. "I wasn't even _Autumn_ when I was nineteen!" Autumn said, her voice noticeably higher than even a few seconds ago. "According to your biological history," came the voice from the console, "you experienced a growth spurt in your eighteenth year." "That's made up!" Autumn said, vaguely remembering the past she had crafted for herself. Ethan had had a growth spurt, but nothing like this. "Holly, how tall am I now?" "You're an even four foot, ten inches." "Ha!" Samantha laughed, "I'm a full foot taller than you!" Autumn was aghast. She looked down at her strange, younger body. She'd been twenty-five this morning, right? But when she examined herself she found the vast majority of her muscles were gone. Her legs were thinner, and though her hips were still wide they'd shrunk significantly. She pulled off her hoodie, stretching her arms in front of her and looking for the line of her triceps, but it was barely there. And when she looked down, her mouth opened in shock when she saw that her breasts were almost entirely gone. Beneath her oversized shirt was a bra that was _far_ too large for what she actually had. She grabbed at her chest and turned to the giant sitting in the driver's seat. "What did you do to me?" "You wouldn't stop calling me 'Sammy'." Samantha shrugged. "And like I said, I thought it was kind of childish, so..." she waved a hand up and down Autumn's body. "I made it so that every time you called me "Sammy" you'd get younger by a year." If Autumn's jaw could have dropped a second time it would have. "And you made me forget?" "Not forget, really. Just... not notice it." She smiled. "I thought it would be worth it to hear that stupid name so long as I got something out of it. But I overestimated my patience." She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, craning her neck to look up at the foot of the mountain they were beginning to climb. "And how long am I going to be like this?" Autumn asked. "Oh, chill out, dude. You can change back whenever." Samantha offered a reassuring smile, pointing at the dash where a couple of custom controls hooked up to the CHANGE app were on display. "I just wanted to mess with you, not ruin Valentine's Day." Autumn took a deep breath. Had that been particularly fun? No. Was it worth ruining the day over? Not at all. Had she done worse to Samantha? Oh, absolutely. She smiled, remembering how two Christmases back she'd made it so Samantha's IQ would drop every time she heard a Christmas song, and that she'd get just a little hornier whenever she saw a Christmas tree, and then she took her to the mall. "All I Want for Christmas is You" turned out to be the truth as soon as they got in the car and Samantha jumped her in the back seat. Autumn looked at the dash and saw her profile with the custom change attached to it and hit a button marked "REVERSE". A pleasurable tingle came over her body as small changes began to take place. They built like small waves of light under her skin and she moaned softly, her youthful voice annoyingly high to her ears. "You okay there?" Samantha asked. "Nnh... yeah. Just... Oh, shit." Autumn gasped as a sharp pulse of pleasure began to overflow in her chest. "Why does this feel so good?" A feeling like her lover's tongue between her legs began to grow more and more as her chest slowly began filling out, moving at a teasingly slow pace. "Now _that_ might be my fault." Samantha said. "It's Valentine's Day, after all. I figured I'd help get you in the mood as we finish up our drive. I know how you hate switchbacks." It was true, Autumn got carsick easily. But Samantha was right, she was too distracted to notice the winding road. "But why... oh fuck!" she arched her back, moaning and reaching under her shirt to grab her breasts as her nipples and areola grew. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold back another moan and failing. "Why is it so slow?" "No particular reason. The default's set to aging you one year every five minutes for the reverse function." Samantha smiled. "Seems like you've got some fun ahead of you, Autumn. Try to keep the seat clean, will ya?" But Autumn wasn't listening to her anymore. While the outside was frosty and cold, she was heating up. A tingling had begun to vibrate through her hips as they widened slowly. She gripped her chest with one hand, using her forearm to hold her breasts, and used the other to grab at her ass. It was like an itch under her skin that she couldn't reach—if the itch felt like the most amazing vibrator ever. Grabbing at her ass helped as she was able to push on the expanding flesh, but in the end it was too much for her. She felt muscle form under her fingers and fat tissue build up under her arm as her body grew several inches. She bit her lip, her eyes rolling back as the muscles in her thighs began to grow as well. It was so close... _She_ was so close! Eventually it was too much. She'd tried to be decent—as decent as one can be while grabbing their tits and ass—but she couldn't hold herself back anymore. She thrust her hand down the waistband of her yoga pants, seeking out and finding the wet folds of her pussy. A wave of pleasure came from her expanding thighs and she pulled her legs up to her chest, moaning louder and louder. The position made it impossible for her to do much with her fingers, but as the pleasure built from every part of her body just the pressure of her palm against her clit was enough to push her over the edge. "Oh, fuck!" She shrieked, pushing her legs out and down against the floor of the car, spreading them as wide as she could and pushing her fingers inside her. She curled them, driving them in and out in a wild abandon before something new happened as her ass expanded. Apparently she'd begun her yoga and squatting workouts when she was nineteen, because she could clearly feel her butt expanding beneath her. But it wasn't just the expansion. The pleasure that came from it was unlike anything Autumn had ever felt before. It was like being held down and fucked in the best way, but the pleasure wasn't coming from her pussy. It was coming from her asshole. She looked up at Samantha to see if she was watching, too embarrassed to touch herself otherwise, only to find they had stopped and Samantha had her hand down her own pants, her wrist making small rotations. She gasped and smiled, forcing out, "Don't stop on my account. I'm just enjoying the show." And it tipped Autumn over the edge. She tried to push her other hand down the back of her pants, but they'd grown too tight. With a furious, lust-filled roar she pulled down her pants, frustrated when they got caught at her knees but she left them there. Her right hand kept thrusting in and out of her pussy, now soaking wet as her left hand reached behind her, searching over her panties for the smoldering hot point that marked her asshole. She found it and pushed against it, but even she didn't expect the scream of pleasure that came from her. It was as if her entire body was a single orgasm that would never stop. She heard Samantha's moans vaguely in the distance and they drew her back into the moment and she locked eyes with her. Samantha's face had the dazed expression she got after she came. Her hand was still down her white leggings, and her other was grasping at her tit. She looked at Autumn with a hunger Autumn had rarely seen, but when she looked down she realized why. She was lying on her side, her knees held together by her yoga pants, making her ass and hips look wider than they were. Her shirt was up around her exposed breasts, which were still growing. Her skin was pale from not getting a tan in over a year, and it was covered in sweat. One hand was down the front of her panties, moving of its own accord, and the other was pressing hard against her rosebud, and even though she felt embarrassed at being a quivering mess, cumming nonstop from her ass and pussy at the same time, she knew she'd never be able to pull her hands away on her own. Moans of pleasure continued to fill the car as Autumn bucked back and forth as the origins of her orgasmic bliss changed constantly from her ass to her breasts to her stomach to her arms and her legs until finally it stopped. She'd grown all the way back up to twenty-five. Curled up in a ball on the seat with her hands between her legs, her shirt, bra and pants gone ages ago, Autumn trembled as the last orgasm came over her. Her throat was raw and her lungs were on fire, but the sleepy grin plastered on her face told Samantha all she needed to know about how Autumn felt. She quickly wiped her fingers off on a moist towlette from the backseat and started the car again, cracking the windows to let the fog clear out. "Good girl." Samantha said as she reached over and stroked Autumn's hair, chuckling when she moaned in pleasure. It was her favorite sound in the world. "Samantha?" Autumn's tired voice was a whisper. "Yes, Autumn?" "I love you." "I love you, too. Get some sleep, you horny mess. We'll be at the cabin, soon." "Mmkay." Autumn yawned. "Samantha?" "Yes, my love?" "Happy Valentine's Day." Samantha smiled and began to respond, stopping when she heard a tired snore from the woman next to her. _Happy Valentine's Day._ - The "cabin" wasn't much of a cabin at all, at least in Autumn's eyes. The multi-story building was indeed made up of logs, but the word "cabin" felt like it should belong to something much smaller. This was more like a lodge. She finished getting dressed, having changed into a fresh pair of panties when they'd parked, and opened the car door. Her first step felt a little woozy, but after a moment the crisp air woke her up a little more and she was able to walk in a straight line. "Come on, Love." Samantha called from the back of the car. There was a _click_ as the trunk closed and soon after Samantha walked around dragging two suitcases. "It's freezing out here." Autumn blinked. What was happening? "Why do you have suitcases? Is this not a day trip?" "A day trip to a cabin?" Samantha raised an eyebrow and set the suitcases down. "I mean..." Autumn trailed off. She looked for the right words. "I only heard about the cabin when we were halfway up the mountain." "Ah, right." Samantha nodded. "Sorry. Well," she took a breath, "I wanted to surprise you for Valentine's Day with our own little retreat." She stepped forward and held her hands out. Autumn took them. "We've been cooped up forever, and I knew you wanted to do something special for Valentine's Day. I planned to surprise you with this tomorrow after your surprise plans for today, but since the weather made your plans impossible..." she shrugged. "Is this okay?" Autumn looked up at the lodge, moreso to hide the tears that were flowing freely down her cheeks than to study the building. "It's—" she began before her voice broke and she felt that pain in the back of her throat that comes with crying. So instead of speaking, she just nodded. She quickly wiped at her cheeks and turned back to Samantha, nodding again. Samantha smiled and pulled her in tightly. They stood there for a moment, holding each other against the wind. The world down below may be lost in flames, but here on this mountaintop, surrounded by snowy pines and the silence that comes with fresh powder, they could have peace. "Come on," Samantha said, letting go of the shorter girl. "You need a shower." "And who's fault is that?" Autumn accused, but Samantha just laughed. "I'm not even talking about that—though you can bet that won't be the last time that happens. You need a shower," she said with a wink, "because there's a jacuzzi." "A... ooh!" Autumn perked up, grabbing both suitcases and running ahead. "I hope you packed swimsuits!" But Samantha just laughed, watching the girl ahead of her jog awkwardly through the snow. What was she thinking? Of course she hadn't brought swimsuits. - "Oh, God..." Autumn moaned. "Yes, just like that..." The water was steaming hot, opening up her pores as she dipped her toes before taking the first steps into the bubbling bath. "Hot tub" wasn't the right term for this pool in much the same way "cabin" hadn't encapsulated the size of the lodge. The first floor of the lodge was made up of three areas. The foyer was small with cubbies for shoes and a rod to hang wet clothing on. The living room was larger, with coffee tables, a wood fireplace, a projector and projector screen that rolled down along the wall, and a comfortable couch overtop a large polyester rug that felt like walking on clouds. But the pride of the ground floor was the pool. It was circular with a small island in the middle. On the island was a small bar filled with plastic bottles of alcohol and mixers alongside clear, plastic cocktail glasses. The one wall that divided the pool area from the rest of the house was made of wooden logs, but each of the other three walls was transparent glass that provided a view of the surrounding mountainside. The pool even jutted out a little bit from the rest of the house and a glass sunroof provided access to view the stars. The pool carried with it a small current that flowed in a circle like a lazy river and Samantha had already expressed her plans to spend an entire day sometime that week floating in a circle, drinking wine and listening to episodes of Critical Role or The Adventure Zone while watching the snow fall. Autumn, for her part, was just trying to stay sane while wearing a bikini. When Samantha told her she hadn't packed bathing suits, expecting it to be sexy, Autumn had thrown a tiny fit. Of course it didn't make sense, and swimming nude would be fine, and there was no one else up here on the mountain but them, but still. It was the propriety of the matter, or some bullshit like that that kept Autumn mentally from feeling okay swimming and lounging in the nude in front of three windowed walls. And besides, she'd never gotten the chance to wear a bikini before. She'd never felt comfortable wearing one in public since becoming Autumn and so hadn't spent much time thinking about it before, but now was the perfect time to try one out, so she had Samantha use the CHANGE app on her to give her some choices. They'd had fun picking them out for her, as every change had filled her with pleasure that she'd had to fight down, but eventually she'd settled on a one-piece with an open back and sides. Of course that meant that Samantha had given her a triangle top colored a dark violet the color of twilight with a matching pair of hipster-styled bottoms. Well, first they had been Brazilian-styled bottoms, but while Autumn was usually fine letting Samantha have her fun this was something she needed to get used to on her own. So she'd settled for the triangle top and hipster bottoms. The color suited her dark hair and her cool skin tone. And now she was getting into the water, one step at a time. She held her arms tight around her chest, self-conscious of the large amount of cleavage she was showing. She was fine with a little cleavage now and then, but this was different. It wasn't even like wearing underwear around the house. Underwear was something she could use to make _her_ feel sexy, or to look sexy for Samantha. Bikinis were designed to make her look sexy to _everyone_. It was just... different. The same way nobody would wear a bra and panties to a pool party. When in intimate situations she was fine showing skin. It was just her being comfortable at home. But this was something different, and for a brief second she had a flashback to her first day as Autumn when Samantha had taken her to the mall in a pretty pink dress that had showed off all of her curves and skin. She'd had a panic attack then, but she'd grown since then. This was her. _This is who I am. I am Autumn._ So she took a deep breath, lowered her arms to her sides, and stepped the rest of the way into the pool. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine what she looked like and how she wanted to look for Samantha. She knew her hips and ass were her best feature, so she put just a little extra sway into her step. The water only came up to mid-thigh on her here, so she hung around a bit to give herself time to adjust to the temperature. Outside the snow continued to fall. She'd hoped it would let up, or at least let up in a day or so, but the forecast said it was supposed to snow for the rest of the week. She sighed again, putting her hands on her wide hips and glaring at the weather. _This isn't how it was supposed to happen._ She thought. This Valentine's Day was supposed to be different. It was supposed to be special, because it was _supposed_ to be the day she wasn't helpless. It was supposed to be the day when she could offer something to Samantha, instead of constantly being needy and mooching off of her. She'd had a life, but Samantha had given her a new one. She'd lost her job, but Samantha had provided for her. She'd gotten sick, but Samantha had taken care of her. She woke up at night in cold sweats and panic attacks she didn't tell Samantha about, but even then she'd wake up in Samantha's arms before leaving to dry herself off and get some water. Everything she had and everything she valued came from Samantha, and she wanted to do something for her. Something monumental. Something that could pay her back and show her her thanks for everything. She was the happiest she'd ever been, and it was all because of the tall, annoying blonde who strutted into the room wearing a white one-piece bathing suit. "How come you get the one-piece?" Autumn asked, glad her hands were already on her hips. "Because I like it." Samantha smiled. "And I can tell you do, too. But don't worry, I can take it off later if you'd like." She offered a playful wink. Autumn scowled before rolling her eyes. Samantha was right, she _did_ like it. Its shape emphasized Samantha's length, complimenting her legs and bust. Plus the color was perfect for her, contrasting the warmth in her skin tone. Somehow, despite living and working indoors for a year, she still managed to have some sort of a tan. "How do you make everything you wear look so good?" Autumn grumbled before taking another few steps toward the deeper part of the pool. "Excuse me?" Samantha scoffed. "Are you kidding me right now, Girlfriend?" Autumn smiled. Samantha hadn't called her that for a while. "No, I'm not." Autumn kept up her pouty attitude, turning and rolling her eyes at the other girl. "You walk in here like a fucking goddess, with golden locks and legs for days, daring us mere mortals to look at you with any other thought than of pure sex. Whereas I stand here," she motioned at her partially-submerged body, "all ass and thighs and five feet of baggage." "Oh my God," Samantha groaned. "You can't be serious." "I'm not. Truth is I'm actually five-foot-three." She smiled at her joke then turned to see Samantha looking at her with an expression she hadn't seen before. "What?" Samantha didn't move. She just stood there, holding a pair of towels for them with that strange expression on her face. Then she said, "Really, honestly. You're not kidding, are you?" Autumn blinked. "Huh?" Samantha put the towels down. "Do you really think of us like that? Of me? Of yourself?" Autumn backtracked. What had she said? "No. I mean, I don't think so. What did I say?" Samantha set her shoulders and walked into the water, hardly flinching at the heat. "Do you really think of yourself that way? Just 'ass and thighs and baggage'?" "I was joking, dude." "No, you weren't." Samantha said before coming to a stop a few feet away from her. Autumn looked away for a second, but there was nothing else to look at. Samantha had that presence about her that she only had when she was carrying a whip and some fuzzy handcuffs or some important piece of truth. The sort of presence a person had to confront. So she caught her gaze and held it as best she could. "Fine. Maybe I wasn't entirely joking, but what does it matter?" "What does it—?" Samantha shook her head, the tips of her locks throwing around water like a tiny storm. "Do you remember when you made me watch that show with you? What was it called?" Autumn frowned, trying to stay on track with Samantha's unconventional reasoning. "What? Supernatural?" "No, the other one." "Game of Thrones?" "No, the other—" she sighed. "Dammit, you make me watch so much TV. The ginger who played chess?" "Oh. Queen's Gambit?" "Yeah, that one. You remember that fight?" How could she forget? Autumn had argued with her for days to get her to watch the show. "But checkers is boring," Samantha had said, which had started its own fight. In the end Autumn had to wage a weekend-long change of Samantha's choice in order to get her to watch it. It had quickly become her favorite show. "Yeah, I remember it." "How did you know that I'd like it so much?" Samantha demanded. Autumn was confused. "I just did." "No, that's not what you said." She crossed her arms and glared when she caught Autumn looking at her breasts. "You said the show was 'objectively good', right?" "I guess so. Yeah." Where was this going? "You didn't get mad at me because I ignored your suggestion. I do that all the time with food or drinks or music or whatever." She took a step toward Autumn, the slope of the pool making her seem taller than she already was. "You didn't get mad at me because I said 'checkers'." "I actually did—" "You got mad at me," Samantha continued, "because the show was objectively amazing, and I disregarded it." She took another step forward. "You got mad at me for acting flippantly about something you cared about. Something that you knew I'd love, too. Not because I have an interest in chess or Anya Taylor- Joy, cute as she is, but because I was ignoring a masterpiece." Then she took a final step closer and held her hands out. Autumn looked at them, but turned her head away. She knew where this was going, and she wasn't ready to hear it. But Samantha didn't lower her hands. So eventually she took them, even if she didn't meet her eyes. "Autumn," Samantha said in a quiet voice that seemed all the louder for it, "you are an objective masterpiece. When I look at you I see perfection. I see love. I see a future." Her voice broke, and when Autumn finally looked up she saw they were both in tears. "You are objectively amazing," Samantha said, her throat clenching and her lips pursed against emotions that threatened to overwhelm her, "and I know things have been hard for you. I know you've lost so much this last year, and that it's hard to say 'just one more thing' after months and _months_ of _things_." She spat out the last word like a curse. "But you are amazing. And I know, I _know_ it's hard to see the forest through the trees, but I'm here, and I can see it, Autumn." "And what do you see?" The question came out like a shout. Months of suppressed anger and bitterness overflowing like the bubbling heat of the pool. "Because I can't see _shit_, Samantha." She tasted salt at the crease of her lips. "I don't see _anything_." She said, then stopped. The tears were too much. "I see you." Samantha said, crouching until she was level with Autumn's eyes. "I see us." She poked Autumn in the sternum. "I see you in an amazing position doing something you care about, surrounded by people who appreciate you for who you are and what you can do and what you care about." She closed the distance between them, tucking a few strands of stray hair behind Autumn's ear. "I see you, right next to me every morning, with that crazy bedhead you get." She ruffled Autumn's hair, mussing it up. "Stop!" Autumn said, but she found herself laughing all the same. "I see you on the couch," Samantha continued with a smile, "forcing me to watch another show you _know_ I'm going to get obsessed over when I'm already so busy." She rolled her eyes, making Autumn laugh again. "And I see myself right beside you," she whispered, leaning in and grabbing Autumn in a tight embrace. "I'm always going to be there for you, girl. Always and all ways." Autumn stood there, sweating from the heat that begged her to relax while simultaneously as cold and stiff as one of the frosted pines visible through the windows. "Just one more thing" had helped at first. It had been a joke at the expense of the struggles of 2020, |
something to help keep them sane as their worlds seemingly fell in around them. But then it changed for Autumn. "Just one more thing" no longer meant, "we've got this". Now it meant, "it's just one thing in the scope of all of everything else". Now it meant, "it's not important". And maybe that had been fine. Maybe "it's not important" was an okay way to deal with loss sometimes. But not for Autumn, suddenly finding herself with an abundance of free time while Samantha worked from home. Not for Autumn, who could no longer enjoy Samantha's new cooking skills, or practice her own. Not for Autumn, who felt such shame at losing her job because she simply _existed_. Going back to work as Autumn had set her apart. Nobody knew she had been Ethan—she was just "the new girl", or "the girl". And when the ax fell nobody batted an eye at her getting cut away. After all, she'd only worked there a year or so, right? But that was "just one more thing". Unimportant in the grand scheme of bullshittery in the world. But everything to her. Could she admit it? To Samantha? To _herself_, even? Could she admit that while she was who she was meant to be, that maybe it had cost her too much? In the end of that small moment, Autumn realized that all the little things had become something more. Something dark. Something heavy. But something she didn't want anymore. Didn't _need_ anymore. Maybe the only "little thing" that was _actually_ unimportant was the pride that kept her from admitting her pain. Maybe she could get rid of that one little thing? She wasn't sure if she could, but when she closed her eyes she felt something different. Not the frosty cold or the damp heat. She just felt... right. She felt Samantha's shoulder blades, the curve of her back, the subtle press of their breasts against each other, and she felt _right_. And that was enough. "It just hurts so much." She said, the words almost drowning in the sound of the pool around them. But Samantha didn't use words. Instead, she held Autumn tighter, and that said more than words ever could. - They talked for hours there by the pool, cycling between resting on a floaty together, Samantha sitting under Autumn and holding her by the waist as they floated in circles, admiring each other and the landscape, or resting on the island by the temptation of the liquor, though Samantha insisted they talk before either one of them drank anything but water. Autumn confessed her pains and her worries. She confessed her frustration at feeling small, having nothing to offer. She confessed that she hated that the thing that brought her the most joy in life had been the thing that had hurt her the most when it cost her respect and eventually her job. She confessed that she sometimes didn't like the way she looked, but confessed it was because she looked up to Samantha so much that it was hard to feel perfect. She confessed that the fear she felt when she caught covid had kept her up for nights. She confessed her night sweats and her hidden panic attacks. She confessed that the last year had all but beaten her, and that if it hadn't been for Samantha she didn't think she would have made it. And then she confessed her love. "I love you, Samantha." Autumn said as the last of the sun went down over the trees. "I love you, Autumn." Samantha said, her first words in hours. "And I'm sorry." And then they watched the sky turn from blue to orange to violet, lying in each other's arms as if they were the only thing holding them together. After a while Autumn shivered, then shifted and sank back down into the water. "Make me a drink?" "Sure. But I won't know how." Samantha sat up and looked over the liquor. "Doesn't matter." Autumn smiled sadly. "The flavor will be wasted on me anyways." When Samantha narrowed her eyes she followed up with, "Just saying. I'm not being a sourpuss or anything." "I never called you a sourpuss." Samantha grumbled, reaching for a bottle of something clear and pouring it into one of the plastic cocktail glasses. "In case you forgot, I actually told you how amazing you are and how it pisses me off when you say spiteful things about yourself." Then she handed it to Autumn. Autumn rolled her eyes and took a sip. She expected the heat of the alcohol, but she didn't expect the soft, rounded sweetness of cane sugar. "What?" Samantha asked, caught off guard by Autumn's slackjawed expression. "Oh shit, what did I give you?" She began frantically looking for the bottle she'd set back in the pile. "Rum." Autumn said, a small, tentative smile sprouting on her face. She took another sip and smiled wider, coughing when the movement sent alcohol down the wrong pipe. But she didn't care. She could taste! It was subtle, and she guessed that she was missing out on a lot of the lesser notes in the flavor profile, but _holy shit!_ She could taste something! When had that happened?! She tried to remember and realized that she'd tasted her own tears just a few hours ago. "Girl, are you okay?" Samantha's worried expression quickly turned to exulted joy when Autumn managed to convey what had just happened. They sampled the liquors together, comparing tasting notes as best they could to see how much of her senses she'd gotten back. They confirmed that she hadn't gotten all of it back, but she could still taste the major flavors. The peat, the agave, the coconut and the citrus all came through strong. "Thank you." Autumn said as she kissed Samantha on the neck. "Thank you for everything." "Oh, this old place?" Samantha joked. "Don't mention it." "Oh, whatever." Autumn rolled her eyes before splaying herself out on Samantha's lap, granting her a wonderful view of her breasts as her top struggled to hold them in place against gravity. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the tingle of alcohol on her cheeks. "This place is incredible. Much better than what I had planned." "And what was that?" Samantha cocked her head, trailing her finger down Autumn's sternum and belly until she squealed and squirmed away. "No, come back!" She laughed, holding Autumn in place. Autumn just stuck out her tongue. "Seriously though," Samantha said. "You were really excited about today, and you've been hinting at it for a while now." Autumn turned her head and looked outside at the falling snow that had simultaneously ruined her perfect day and granted her a perfect day with Samantha. "Hon?" "Wait here." Autumn said. "What?" Samantha leaned back and helped Autumn sit up. But the shorter girl just repeated herself. "Wait here. I'll be back." "Okay." Samantha hesitated, then asked, "Is everything alright?" Before Autumn slipped from the island into the water she gave Samantha a kiss, her lips smiling against Samantha's confused expression, then said, "It's going to be perfect." - Autumn didn't bother drying off. She knew exactly what she was looking for and where to find it and didn't much care to wait any longer. She'd already waited plenty enough. The ring was in her jacket pocket in a small clamshell box. She opened it to make sure it was still inside, and it was. Fourteen-karat gold, chosen for its durability, studded with three diamonds at its center. Inside the band was etched a line from their favorite song, "I can't help falling in love with you", along with the date of their anniversary—the day Autumn had fallen for her, whether she'd known it then or not. She closed the box and turned, walking back to the pool. A familiar icepick of anxiety struck her in the heart, but right now she could shrug it off. She'd been through worse than the best thing that would ever happen to her. And so she walked through the doors into the pool room. She walked past the towels on the floor, down the steps, through the water, and then swam to the island where Samantha waited trustingly for her. She climbed up and stood over Samantha, not moving for a few seconds. "What is it?" Samantha asked, concern expressed openly on her face. "Stand up." Autumn had to keep her sentences short. She was shaking too much. Samantha stood. "Okay." She wrapped her arms around her torso, protecting against the chill. "Is everything okay?" Autumn's laugh rang like a bell. How was she supposed to answer that? Nothing was okay, yet everything was perfect. "You wanted to know what my plans were for today?" Samantha nodded. "Mm-hmm." "I was going to take us to our favorite park, to that spot by the pond," Autumn began. "I was going to wear that dress you keep asking me to wear, even though you know I hate dresses." "But you look so cute in it..." Samantha pouted, then stopped when she caught Autumn's gaze. "Sorry." Autumn took a deep, calming breath. "I was going to bring your favorite lunch, and your favorite wine, then play our favorite songs," she said. Her breathing deepened and quickened, her body entering fight-or-flight mode, but she was done running from this. "I was going to ask you about our future..." she took a step forward. "About what you wanted..." another step. "About what you hoped for..." One final step. "And if you thought it included me." "Autumn," Samantha's eyes were wide with shock, "Of course it includes you!" "Shh, I know that now." She smiled, took a deep breath, then took the plunge. The rough material that coated the island scraped her knee. _So that's why people kneel,_ she thought, thankful for the added support against her quaking body. "I know it better now than I ever have before, Samantha." She smiled as her best friend in the entire world went, in a microsecond, from confusion, to concern as she fell to one knee, and then to a pure and brilliant awe as she lifted the clamshell box. Samantha raised her hands to her face and began to swear, "Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit, oh shit shit shit..." Autumn laughed at the insanity of it all. Her, kneeling in a bikini, shaking so hard she was sure her tits were about to pop out of her top, in front of this gorgeous, beautiful and perfect woman in front of her who loved her so much she changed the world for her, swearing like tomorrow wouldn't come. She took another breath. "I know that you are everything to me. You have loved me when nobody in their right mind should. You have supported me, cared for me, and," she motioned up and down her mostly-bare body, "quite literally made me the woman I am today." Samantha barked a quick laugh before swallowing it, unwilling to compromise the pureness of the quiet. "Samantha," Autumn continued, annoyed that yet another tear was dripping down her cheek, "I don't want to go through life without you. I don't want to _live_ without you. You are everything to me, and I love you." She smiled and opened the box. "I love you, I love you, I love you, and I want to be your wife. Will you marry me, Samantha?" Samantha stood still as a statue, smiling a grin that lit the world like a sunrise. But when she spoke, it wasn't what Autumn expected to hear. "Hold tight," she said. "What?" Autumn blinked in confusion. Samantha started jumping up and down in place, looking frantically around the room. "Just hold tight!" And then she dove into the pool, swimming frantically for the stairs. Autumn felt like she was about to fall over, but fuck if she was waiting anywhere. She slid into the water, barely getting to standing depth by the time Samantha ran out of the room. "Samantha, wait!" "I said 'hold tight!'" her voice came from the other room. Autumn heard something crash and Samantha swear loudly before something else fell and bounced on the wood floor. "Samantha?" Autumn didn't know what was happening. Samantha was supposed to say "yes" or "no", right? Why was she running around the house? "Gotcha, you sonofabitch!" Autumn heard from the other room as she climbed out of the pool. Then there was a wet _pat, pat, pat_ as Samantha ran into the pool room, sliding a few feet to a stop, her arms out awkwardly to balance herself. "What the hell is happening?" Autumn fought, struggling to quell the fear of rejection building in her gut. But then Samantha stepped up to Autumn and held her head in her hands, something hard enclosed in one of them. "Yes, Autumn." Samantha said, gasping as new tears came. "Yes, I'll marry you, you perfect, amazing, wonderful, _sexy_ woman!" She stepped back. "But first..." "But first what?" A flood of emotions filled Autumn. Samantha laughed loudly before stepping back and kneeling down. She hefted the small box in her hand and opened it, revealing a magnificent ring of white gold with a single diamond embedded in it. "Will you marry me, too?" Autumn froze, then grinned. A flood of energy and passion swept through her and she giggled, then laughed hysterically. She nodded her head, "Yes. Yes! A thousand times, yes." "Whoo!" Samantha sprang to her feet and fell on Autumn in an embrace. "We're getting married!" They held each other, and then they kissed each other, and then the night devolved into heated and passionate throes of lovemaking that melted the snow on the mountain, or at least that's what Autumn said when they woke up to clear skies and green trees the next morning. They woke in each other's arms, naked as they day they were born save for the rings on their left hands. Autumn stared into Samantha's eyes, and Samantha stared back. "What do we do now?" Autumn asked. "Well," Samantha lowered her gaze to Autumn's bare breasts and ran her thumb along the inner curve of one of them, "I can think of several things." "Stop," Autumn laughed, though she didn't push Samantha's hand away. "I mean, are you worried at all?" Samantha frowned. "Worried? No. Sure, I have concerns about the future." She sighed. "I wanted to propose months ago, but with everything going on..." she trailed off. "Yeah." Autumn deflated a little. "I saved up a couple of paychecks to get that ring. I got it less than a week before I was laid off." Samantha's thumb paused on its journey momentarily. "I'm sorry." "No," Autumn laughed. "It's fine. I'm not sorry I got it at all. It's honestly the best purchase I ever made." She giggled when Samantha's thumb found her nipple and stayed there a while. "I don't know why, but I honestly didn't expect you to propose." "Really?" Samantha gave the nipple a playful pinch, smiling at Autumn's little yelp. "Yeah," she said, glaring, but still not making a move to remove Samantha's hand. "I don't know... It's..." she sighed. "It's going to sound stupid." "No it won't, Love." "Ha. Okay." She took a deep breath. "It's just... it's always the guy who's supposed to propose, you know?" "Oh. Ah." "And considering I'm the only one of us who's had a penis..." "Not true! Remember those times when—" "Hush! Yes, yes I remember that, you doofus." Autumn grabbed Samantha's hand and playfully bit her thumb. "But you know what I mean." Samantha smiled. "I know what you mean. You grew up with an expectation, right?" Autumn nodded, keeping Samantha's thumb in her mouth. "And that's fine by me." Samantha smiled, then reached down with her other hand to the warmth between Autumn's legs and began to play, moving in tight circles. Autumn moaned unintentionally, closing her eyes in ecstasy before blinking them open and swatting Samantha's hand away. "Stop!" "But why?" Samantha raised herself up on an elbow, moving over top Autumn. "Because we have so much to figure out!" Autumn protested as Samantha grabbed her wrists in one hand and held them over her head. "No we don't." Samantha giggled, tickling where Autumn's breast met her side, then moving up to her armpit and tickling some more. "Yes!" Autumn forced out. "Yes we do!" "Hush." Samantha said, putting a finger that smelled of sex over Autumn's lips. "It's not a big deal, Girlfriend—sorry, _Fiance_." They both smiled when Samantha said that word. "It's just a wedding." "Just a wedding?!" Autumn shrieked against the finger, her eyes going wide. "How can you say—" Then Samantha grabbed her chin and leaned in close, biting her lip in that soft and sensual way that drove Autumn _mad_. She inhaled as Autumn moaned into her mouth, smiling the biggest, dumbest smile. Then she said, "It's just one more thing." Even in the throes of passion Autumn couldn't help but roll her eyes at the stupid joke. But as Samantha continued kissing her, licking at her neck, then her collarbone, then at her engorged nipples, she reconsidered. They'd used that phrase to joke about so many horrible things in the past. It was about damned time they used it for something wonderful. "I love you, Autumn." "I love you, too... fiance." -THE END- |
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ My unsolicited sequel to DamonX's story 8 Days. This is a multi-chapter response, covering all of the remaining 8 days, after the original story took care of Day 1. DamonX stories drive me a little crazy. Not because they're bad, far from it. He just builds up these horrible situations, and leaves them hanging. In addition to 8 Days, Danielle's Revenge and My Loving Wife are the kind of stories that make your palms itch. **Summary** of http://www.literotica.com/s/8-days In 8 Days, a guy's fiancée comes home from her bachelorette party, and talks her boyfriend into a week of being single, just before their wedding. She plays it down, says she might not even do anything, she just wants to know she could, and to sweeten the pot, offers him her virgin ass on their honeymoon. He's a fool, and he agrees. The next night, after she said she was staying home and watching TV alone, he finds her in their bed giving the stripper from her party everything she denied him, including her virgin ass. Frigid with him, she's a complete and total slut for the hard-body, big dick stripper. He blows up, since she broke their deal the first day it was in effect, sneaks out and has sex with his best friend who his fiancée hates, the only person he wasn't supposed to get together with. The fiancée finds out, and is livid, and says she's going to war. She'll be the biggest slut in the world. The guy tries to get her to call off the deal. She laughs at him. And that's where it ends. Really, I swear. **"...For the next week, I'm going to be the dirtiest fucking slut you've ever seen!"** "I don't think you want to play this game," I warned, my voice shaking as I spoke. "Oh yes I do," she snapped as she turned and headed towards the bedroom. "You started it. Now...this means war." Now seriously, you understand why I had to do _something_ with this story? _There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps._ For information on how I decide which stories to continue, please check my profile. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ It was an unfair battle that I'd engaged in. In case it's not clear to anyone out there, any pretty girl can get laid all she wants. It's that simple. An average guy has to work for it. The odds were against me, and the cheating bitch wanted revenge. Understand, I don't mean cheating as in adultery. I'd agreed to her stupid deal, been seduced into it by the idea of getting her virgin ass in her wedding dress. That's what did it for me. Then she cheated. She gave away her ass. It would no longer be virgin, I wouldn't get to be her first on our wedding day, as she'd agreed. Hell, that was the only reason I went along with the deal! On top of that, she accuses me of breaking the rules by sleeping with Jenna, but let's remember - she threw that rule in _after_ we had a deal. In fact I never even agreed to it. She is the one making assumptions, not me. I don't know if she realized we were half a step away from ending everything. I didn't like the woman I was seeing for the first time. Not at all. The trickery, the deceit, the lies, the betrayal, all of it sickened me. But before this whole thing went nuclear, I thought it was only fair that I give her one last chance. She was gorgeous and wealthy, after all, and I kinda thought we loved each other. I approached the bedroom, where I found her changing the sheets. New satin ones I'd never seen before. "Lacey, this is getting out of hand. I think we should think twice about our deal," I said, trying to be reasonable. She sneered at me. "What? You had your fun with the skank, and want to end the game? Pretty much got it figured out, don't you? Who's going to want to fuck you for the next 7 days? You're right, I get a chance to catch up, it's only fair." "Do you remember what you said, Lace? It would be good for us. I'm here to tell you it's not. I'm very unhappy you lied and cheated." "I did no such thing! You did!" "Did you, or did you not say I would get to fuck your virgin ass?" "Yes, and you will, if you don't fuck up anymore!" she snapped. "And how the hell is it going to return to being virgin, after you gave it to your stripper boyfriend?" She turned red. "I didn't say it was going to be virgin when you got it." "Yes you did. You promised me a virgin ass. Your exact words. You lied. The very first day of our agreement, you broke it." "Don't take things so literally, Damon. You're going to get my ass. Be happy I'm even still considering that, after you cheated and slept with Jenna!" "I never agreed not to. You made a unilateral rule, _after_ we made our deal. I didn't accept it. If you can make a rule after the deal, so can I - how about this - you can't sleep with anyone under the age of 90. Or anyone with a dick longer than 3 inches, how does that sound?" "You're being ridiculous. We made a deal, and you broke it. I didn't. Now you want to change things." "You lied to me. You deceived me. Don't talk to me about a deal!" "I did no such thing! You're just pissed and having second thoughts, after fucking that skank friend of yours. I take it she wasn't that good, huh?" "I'm not stupid, Lacey. I know you had plans to fuck your stripper before we had a deal. You lied to me about your plans last night. Staying home to watch a movie, wasn't it? I didn't do anything with Jenna until you'd lied and cheated on our deal." "You're crazy. I had no plans. It was a spur of the moment thing. I knew what you were going to be doing at your bachelor party, so I figured why not start?" I silently glared at her, after her blatant lie. She couldn't hold my gaze, turning away. "Do you still want to get married?" I asked. "Why the hell would you ask that!" she yelled. "You made a deal!" "I'm asking you, honestly. If this keeps on, I don't think it's going to end well. I don't believe you, and I don't trust you. You destroyed the only part of the agreement I cared about. You really think I want your ass, when it's stretched out and full of how many asshole's cum? You're fucking your bastards bareback! Are you going to get tested for STDs? I sure as hell am not going to be fucking you and putting my life in risk. If you expect me to get married to you, I'll expect you to prove that you're clean, and I'll need you to swear you didn't have unprotected sex after you were tested." "I'll get your test, you asshole. I'll get it after we're married, and I've had my eight days. If we do get married. If you don't want to get laid on your honeymoon, that's your problem, not mine. You should have thought of that before you agreed. Now I'd appreciate it if you'd leave. I have a guest coming over, and I need to get ready for him." "I'll leave. I hope you know what you're doing. I loved you, you know." "Stop being such a drama queen, Damon. It doesn't suit you." I walked over to her and took her hand in mine. She shrieked as I yanked the engagement ring off her finger. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "Making damn sure you're not wearing my ring when you're being a slut for other men. You wanted to be single? Fine. You are." She stared at me open-mouthed, as I walked out of the room. Maybe it would be a wake up call, but I doubted it. I left, having convinced myself I'd done my best. She wanted war? War was what she was going to get. ~ * ~ * ~ She liked lies, trickery and deceit, did she? Two could play that game. I returned to the house with a handful of the shiny green leaves that grew just beyond the back fence. Still wearing my gloves, I climbed into the attic and grabbed a handful of insulation, which I put into a large baggie. Now all I had to do was wait. If nothing else, Lacey was a creature of habit. Sure enough, within the hour I heard the bath start. I gave her 5 minutes for it to fill, and then I snuck into the bedroom. It pissed me off to no end that she thought she could use _my_ bed to fuck the assholes. I pulled back the fitted sheet, and scattered the insulation all over the mattress. With them rolling around on it, it wouldn't be long before the fiberglass would work it's way through the sheet, and into the lovers. Placing the bottom sheet back, I rubbed the poison ivy all over the sheets, top and bottom, and remade the bed. I had no idea how effective second-hand poison ivy would be, but I could hope. She's the one that wanted to go to war. I placed my old Flip Video camera on top of my dresser, hidden beneath a couple of books. Easy to see if you were looking for it, but I doubt they would be. At the lower resolution, I was supposed to be able to get up to four hours out of it. I hoped it was long enough. If not, I should still get plenty. I could hear her still humming away cheerily in her bath. Probably anticipating her next slutty conquest, the damn cheater. With the bedroom taken care of, I started investigating her toys. I took the bags of mischief to the kitchen where I could work on them in peace. She was loaded for bear. Lubricant, handcuffs, sex toys, stockings, enema kits and a few sexy outfits that were far beyond anything she'd every worn for me. The lubricant was first. I opened the top, broke the seal, and squirted out about an ounce. A tablespoon of cayenne pepper mixed in seemed appropriate. I stirred up the liquid, and closed it back up. I took the enema kits, carefully opened them, added a few drops of red food coloring to each, then resealed them. Maybe not the most creative ideas in the world, but I was working with what's available, and I didn't have a whole lot of time. I went to the battery drawer, and emptied it into a Tupperware container I took with me. Petty, I know. With a pair of pliers, I bent the teeth of the handcuff keys. She'd bought an industrial sized, corded vibrator. I remembered an old, dirty trick. I pushed a needle into the chord, connecting both wires, and cut it off flush, so it was invisible. Three times, just to be safe. I moved toward the bedroom. It sounded like she was still bathing. I'd give it a few more minutes. I had another inspiration, and got out the knife sharpener. I ran it along the inside of the handcuffs, repeatedly, until the edges were no longer smooth. They wouldn't be comfortable. I heard the sound of her getting out of the tub, and realized I was running out of time. I had maybe 10 minutes for her to dry her hair. I put everything back in the bags, and quietly returned them to the bedroom. I turned on the video camera and snuck out of the house. No, I wasn't done with her yet. Her, or her boy-toys. I put the car in neutral and rolled it down to the street. I didn't want to alert her that I was still around. I pushed it down to the next house before starting it up. I only drove it around the back of the block, where I parked, and cut through the neighbor's yard back to our place. Looking in the window, I saw she had set out some wine in the living room. The bitch was wearing one of her new outfits, hotter than anything I'd ever seen her in. Damn it, she was determined to destroy everything. For the life of me, I couldn't understand why. I slipped into the garage through the backdoor, and started some preparations. Searching through my stuff, I found a few things I could work with. Now all I had to do was wait. It was agonizing, sitting there doing nothing, so I continued my planning in my head. She could fuck around, but nowhere in her damn rules did it say I couldn't interfere. And I'd be doing plenty of that. As soon as I'd put the next part of the plan in action, I'd recruit both Cale and Jenna. This wasn't something I could do alone. I heard a car pull up outside, and shortly heard the doorbell. I gave them five more minutes, then slipped back outside. I had no interest in watching what they were doing. The last time had sickened me. Finding out she was a deceitful slut, who'd completely hidden her true self from me. Crouching down low, I filled the syringe. Four injections of concentrated muriatic acid into each tire should do the job. It wouldn't be instantaneous, but it should soften the tire enough to ruin it. Anyone who fucks my woman doesn't get off scot-free. The bastard had been at her bachelorette party. He knew she was getting married. While I was at it I poured the acid on the windshield wiper blades. Should be fun after the next rainstorm. Satisfied for the moment, I jogged around the block to my car, feeling ridiculously pleased with myself. Driving off, I called Cale, and let him know I was coming over to talk. ~ * ~ * ~ "So that's how it is? War?" he asked. "Absolutely. She started it. I'm going to finish it." He smirked. "I like it. I imagine you're not here just to give me an update. How do I fit in?" "I figure after such a fucked up Bachelor party, you owe me. I'm gonna collect." "You don't need to blackmail me. I'm all in. Just tell me what you need." I explained that I'd need not only his help, but that of our whole crowd. "One per day. Each day, I need someone to watch over her until I get off work. Starting tomorrow, Monday, through Friday. I want to make things difficult for her. Try to be creative." "I figure we can work that out. How about evenings?" "All the help I can get. At least one person per evening would be good." "You sure this is how you want to play it? Not that I'm complaining, but it doesn't leave you much room to make things right afterward." "It's all she's left me, Cale. I tried to talk to her. Tried to be reasonable. She's acting like a total slut. No, this is how it has to be." "Alright. I'll take tomorrow, and make sure we have Tuesday through Friday covered. If I have to I'll cover them myself." "I don't want you to do that," I started. "Hell. I know you'd do if for me. Don't sweat it. I got it under control." "Great. I hate to run, but I've got some more issues to deal with." "No problem. Do what you have to. And have some fun while you're at it. You're entitled, remember?" I nodded. Once in the car, I made another call. "Jenna? You available? I'd like to see you." ~ * ~ * ~ I felt bad about the way I'd abused our friendship, showing up on her doorstep for a revenge fuck. She deserved better. This time, I'd handle it differently. When she opened the door, I took her hand and pulled her into my arms. She returned the hug eagerly, and our lips met. "Come on, I'm taking you to dinner." She grabbed her purse, and within 10 minutes we were settling in for Thai food, her favorite. "I told you Barbie didn't appreciate you. She's a complete whore and as shallow as a rain puddle. You deserve better." I grinned at her. "I got better, last night." She smiled back at me. "And that was just a taste, big guy. It only gets better, you'll see." She pouted cutely. "I am a little pissed you sneaked out this morning, without even a kiss." "I'll make it up to you." "So, what's the plan? You've finally seen the light? Are you going to dump the stuck-up cunt?" "No, not yet. We'll see how things go, but I'd say at the moment it's leaning 80/20 toward her standing alone at the altar Sunday morning." "Why let it drag on?" I shrugged. "Guess I'm an asshole. She wants war, I'm going to give it to her, all guns blazing. I tried to warn her. I did, several times. Now she has to pay." Jenna grinned. "I'm _so_ in. I'd love to take down that snooty bitch and her uppity friends." "That's what I need to hear. Here's my plan..." Back at her apartment, we fell into her bed. The previous night had been crazy, intense. This was different. Old friends, best friends, coming together. Not that her blowjob wasn't equally amazing. Unlike the night before, where I think she was trying to show me what a dirty little girl she could be, she sucked me to completion, slowly, lovingly. Gazing up at me while she pumped her face over my cock. "God, Jenna. If I had only known..." She pulled back laughing. "You only had to ask, Damon. Just once." She returned to her sucking, a mischievous finger probing my prostate toward the end, while her other hand stroked me. I groaned loudly, as I exploded between Jenna's teasing lips. Not full and pouty like Lacey's, narrower, with the cutest little upper lip bow. "Keep it down in there," we heard her roommate yell, laughingly. "I could wring her neck," I said while Jenna cleaned me. "Nikki? Why?" "She ran straight to Lacey and told her I'd slept with you. Even told her some of what we'd done. That's what set her on the rampage." "Nikki? You're kidding, right?" "No. First thing Lacey sprung on me this morning. I guess she ran into her at the gym." "Fuck. That's the last straw. Put on your shorts, mister. It's come-to-Jesus time for my meddlesome roommate." I pulled on my boxers, and Jenna grabbed my polo shirt, wearing it like a dress. She was a lot shorter than me or Lacey, and it almost came to her knees. Damn, she looked cute like that. Jenna opened the door, stomping out of the room. "Nikki, you stupid bitch! What did you tell Lacey!" Nikki stepped back, looking nervous. "Nothing," she said. "Bullshit! You saw her in the gym. What the fuck did you tell her?" "She was running you down, the both of you," Nikki finally said. "She was being a total bitch, laughing at how Damon was letting her fuck half the city, while he would be lucky to get a sniff at any pussy. She's already put out word to her friends that if anyone gives him a taste, she'll destroy them." Nikki really looked upset, and I could see her eyes filling with tears. "She's such a bitch!" Nikki snarled. "So I told her. I laughed at her, and told her that you were getting the best sex of your life from the sounds of it. From someone who really knows what she's doing. No holes barred." "Damn it, Nikki, you should have let it go," Jenna said, softening her tone. I knew I was feeling like a heel for getting mad at her. Nikki had only been defending me. Nikki turned to me. "I'm sorry Damon. You're a great guy. You deserve a lot better than that snooty slut. You know she was there talking to her friends, trying to find out where the biggest cock she could get her hands on was. Please tell me you're not seriously thinking of still marrying her." I shrugged. "Thinking about it. Trust me, it's no longer a sure thing." "Are you both really going to screw around up until the day of your wedding?" "I don't know. She's completely changed. She acted like it was no big deal. Made it sound like she was curious, but not crazy. Even said she might not do anything. Before I went out last night, she was laying around in sweats, saying she was just going to hang out at home and watch TV. The TV wasn't on when she was getting her virgin ass drilled, after she'd promised to save it for me on our wedding night, if I'd go along with her stupid plan. She was a total slut for that stripper, doing all the things she'd never let me do. Now she says she was going to be, what was it? The dirtiest fucking slut I'd ever seen." Jenna giggled. "That's a lie." "How so?" I asked. "The dirtiest fucking slut you've ever seen is going to be in my bedroom waiting for you every night this week. By the time I'm done with you, the cheating cunt's not even going to be a memory." Nikki was still feeling bad. "I'm really sorry, Damon. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble. I swear. I'd never do that to you." She smiled shyly, her tongue flicking across her upper lip. "I wish there was some way I could make it up to you. Anything." That surprised the hell out of me, but not Jenna. I guess she knew Nikki better than me. "You sure as hell are going to make it up to him. Go clean yourself up, thoroughly. I expect you naked, in our bedroom in no more that 10 minutes. You got that?" Nikki nodded. She looked over at me. "Is that what you want, Damon?" "Ten minutes," I said, grinning. Jenna took me by the hand and dragged me back to her bedroom. I thought I'd spend the allotted minutes playing with her but she had other ideas. "Get those stupid boxers off, and get in that bed. I'll be back in a minute." She took a couple of minutes. She surprised me again, by bringing in a couple of huge light boxes on stands and setting them up in the room. She ignored me while she arranged cameras on tripods, adjusted the lighting, taking readings against the bed. She had everything in place, taking some sample pictures. "I'm going to need you to put on a performance for me. Something memorable for your soon to be ex-girlfriend. Nikki's had a crush on you for ages. I expect you to make this a night for her to remember. Can you do that for me?" "What about you and me?" I asked. I really thought that Jenna and I had something starting. "I'm yours all you want this week. But I'm not expecting you to be exclusive. Just the opposite. We're going to get you laid every which way you can imagine. As for you and me, we'll see where things are after Sunday." Nikki walked into the room, naked as the day she was born and stopped, looking around at all the lights and cameras. "Jenna?" she squeaked. "All for a good cause," Jenna said, grinning. "Don't sweat it. You'll do fine." Nikki was cute, not gorgeous, not even especially pretty. Probably carrying a good 25 pounds more than she should have. Naked, it looked good on her. Soft, curvy, big tits. "Damn, you look good, Nikki." She blushed, her hands dropping down to cover the tangle of fur between her legs. "I... I'm sorry I'm not pretty like her." I stood and went to her, taking her in my arms. "Don't short change yourself. You're sexy as hell. Damn! I had no idea, girl." "Really?" I took her hand and put it on my hardening cock. "What do you think?" She giggled, giving my cock a squeeze. "I think he likes me." "Very, very much. You sure you want to do this?" "Do you?" she asked nervously. "Hell yeah." She smiled from ear-to-ear. "Me too. In a big way." She gave my shaft a squeeze. "A _very_ big way." "Before we get carried away, anything I should know? Anything you don't do, don't like? I want this to be good for you." She grinned, looking over at Jenna. "I may not be the total wanton slut that our dirty girl is, but I'm willing to give it a try. Whatever you want, Damon. Just don't hurt me, Ok?" "Last thing on my mind, sexy bit. God, I love your tits!" She laughed, shimmying a little. "Good. I hope you enjoy them. They're really sensitive, I hope you'll play with them a lot." I scooped her into my arms, making her squeal cutely, then deposited her on the bed. I had to get my hands on those tits. Hands and mouth. Tongue too. I spent several minutes enjoying myself, then she pushed me onto my back. "My turn," she teased, and proceeded to cover every inch of my body with kisses and teasing little licks. She bypassed my cock on the first pass, but on the return she pushed my legs apart and settled in, starting with my balls. Sucking each into her mouth, teasing it, rolling it around. She moved to my shaft, licking and kissing. "Turn your head a little," Jenna directed, "and look up at him." Nikki licked the length of my shaft, staring up into my eyes. "God, I've wanted to do this for so long," she said. "Don't stop now," I urged. She grinned, and her mouth opened, slowly settling over my cock. The camera flash went off several times as her lips descended, slowly, pausing for a second when I hit the back of her mouth, then moving again, taking another inch down her tight throat. "Fuuuuck," I moaned. "I think he liked that, Nikki," Jenna teased. I did, and I got to feel it several times more. Jenna had already taken the edge off with her blowjob, so I was able to sit back and relax. After several minutes I wanted more. "I need to fuck you, Nikki baby." "Anything you want. Whatever you need to erase that heartless cunt of a fiancée out of your mind." "Ride me?" She scurried up my body, easing me into her tight, moist hole. "I thought you'd never ask, big guy." I don't know if it was because she was so excited, or if her 'preparations' had eased the way, but she took me in one smooth stroke. I looked up at her, sitting upright, fucking herself on my cock, her big tits shaking. "Bring those tits down here, Sexy." She grinned for me, leaning down on her extended arms, hands placed just beyond my shoulders. She started a very sweet rocking motion, back and forth, tentative at first until she found the perfect length, pulling out to the very edge on each forward motion, before sliding back to take my entire length. It was perfect. "God, that looks good, guys. Just like that," Jenna announced from the foot of the bed. I had Nikki's tits in my hands, alternating my attention from one to the other, sucking her hard nipples. She was right, very sensitive, and she was moaning sweetly, shuddering in pleasure. "Harder," she whispered. "Don't be gentle with them. Own them." I squeezed, biting down, and felt her first sweet orgasm. Shit, this was going to be fun. "God you are a little slut, aren't you?" "Your slut, Damon," she moaned. "All yours." I bit the other one, harder, tugging on it. She shivered, a hitch in her motions, then went back to rocking back and forth, a little faster. I moved her nipple out of my mouth, and starting sucking hard on the alabaster flesh of her fat tits. She'd moan whenever I moved to a new spot, giving her deep, dark hickies, little bite marks. She whimpered a couple of times when I got rough, but if I backed off she urged me on. "Torture my big tits, Damon. Make them yours." "Fucking right, they're mine, you nasty little slut," I growled, biting down hard. She squealed, and her rocking stopped. Her upper body was still, but her hips were going wild, thrusting up and down on my cock. She whimpered sweetly, trembling. I grabbed her hips and slammed my cock up into her, hammering her as hard as I could. She cried out, loudly, almost scaring me, then her hips were fighting my hands, pounding down against me. "God, Damon! The horny little bitch is creaming all over your cock. God, this is a great fucking shot." Nikki gasped, her arms giving out, and I was almost smothered under an avalanche of cushiony tit. Her entire body was trembling. I rolled with her, moving her underneath me. I pulled her legs back, the back of her knees trapped by my arms and started slamming my cock into her, driving her into the mattress, grinding against her at the end of each stroke, holding, filling her. I'd give it a few seconds, then pull out and drive down into her again. After only a dozen or so, she was whining. I thought I was hurting her, and eased off. I felt a smack on my ass from our friendly photographer. "Don't stop you asshole! You've almost got her. Keep that up." I took the words to heart, watching the cute little roommate gasping, mouth open and frowning, eyes rolling upward. At the end of each stroke I swiveled my hips, corkscrewing inside of her. "Tilt her legs back a little more, and raise up a little. Ok, that's it, slam and grind," Jenna instructed me. Nikki went off big, non-stop, whining and gasping. At the end of each new stroke she'd shudder, grunting sweetly. The movement was great for me, I could keep it up forever. I felt Jenna's hand brush against my balls, and I looked back to see her on the bed, behind me. Nikki whimpered loudly and Jenna grinned. "Getting her ready, handsome." She hopped off the bed, and dove into her drawer, I saw her come out with some lube, and a scary large butt plug. "Isn't that kind of big?" I asked. Jenna just smiled. "She'll thank me for it." I leaned down, my body crushing Nikki's tits, my head next to hers. I nibbled on her neck, while I filled her tight pussy time after time. She gasped, and Jenna chuckled. "Yes! That's it!" I turned Nikki's face forward, looking into her face. "God, you're an amazing fuck," I whispered. I brought my lips down to hers and kissed her for the first time. Her mouth remained slack for a few moments, then she was grasping my head, sucking on my tongue, kissing me desperately. She would grunt every so often, out of sync with my thrusts, and I was pretty certain that Jenna was working that butt plug. Something was going on down there, I could feel it. I was wrong about lasting forever. It was all too exciting. "I'm going to fuck you now," I whispered. "Fuck you hard." She nodded, her eyes open wide, adoring. "Fuck me, Damon. Make me your whore." Jenna scrambled off the bed, as I went to town on Nikki. I had a couple of minutes left in me, and jack-hammered her upturned pussy, until she was shrieking. Sweet Jesus, I'd never even dreamed of being with such a responsive woman. Her hands kept clutching at me, squeezing, gripping me tightly. Her face was flushed bright red, right down to the valley of her tits. I loved it, loved her response, the way she felt, everything. I finished in a flurry, my hips a blur, until I drove her into the bed hard, erupting powerfully inside of her. She shrieked, so loud I was afraid we'd get reported by the neighbors. I collapsed onto her, breathing hard, holding her. She was moaning softly in my ear, her body lax, arms hanging limply at her side. As I shifted my legs and arms, her legs followed, drooping against me. "Pull out slowly, straight up," Jenna told me, slapping my ass. I did as she asked, and heard her chuckle. "Damn, that's hot." I moved away from her, looking down at Nikki's abused crotch. I saw my juices leaking out, a tiny rivulet, engulfing the bejeweled end of the plug in the exhausted girl's ass. I looked down at my cock and almost didn't recognize it. I'd never seen a girl who creamed like that. My cock was coated in her white excretions. I was ready for a break, but Jenna was a harsh taskmaster. "Let her get you up again. You've got another hole to break in," she told me, slapping my butt and giving it a squeeze. Jenna spread Nikki's legs, getting some close-up shots of my finish. I crawled up the bed on my knees, taking up position over my latest conquest, getting a bizarre satisfaction from rubbing my cum coated cock against her lips. She tilted her head toward me, opening her mouth, and I slid inside her lips. I reached down and held her head, moving her a little in counterpoint to my own movements. She moaned softly, taking a little more of my length. Her own cream was leaving a white line along the bottom corner of her mouth. I heard a slap and Nikki gave a little surprised yelp around my shaft. "Earn it, Nikki," Jenna directed, moving up the bed with her camera, taking in the action. "You know you want this. You're better than that Barbie Doll. Prove it!" Before I knew it, Jenna was behind me, pressed up against my body, nibbling on my neck, kissing me. "Pretty sweet, huh Damon? Damn, that was fun to watch. Bet your fiancée isn't getting anything that good." Her hands caressed my chest, rubbing deliciously. "You dump that bitchy slut of yours, and maybe we can make Nikki a regular thing. I know she'd love that." Nikki moaned, turning her body a little, her hand moving up to help. Her sucking was getting better, more determined, and already had me to half staff. It wasn't easy, but with Jenna and my encouragement, she managed to get a rise out of me. Jenna pulled me away bodily, and leaned down for a taste of her own. "On your knees, girlfriend," Jenna announced. She grabbed the lube and took up position behind her roommate. She giggled as she started playing with the device sticking out of Nikki's butt, yielding groans and moans galore. I watched entranced as her efforts slowly exposed the swell of the butt plug, her tugging finally releasing it. Jenna squirted some more lube onto it, and pressed it back in place, making poor Nikki's hole stretch wide, before the body of the plug disappeared. She tossed me the lube. "Get ready," she teased, working Nikki's loosening ass with the toy. Jenna pulled it free, and seemed satisfied at how the dilated hole beckoned. "All yours, handsome." For the second time in as many days, I fucked a woman's ass. In Nikki's case, it was the virgin experience that Lacey had first promised then cheated me out of. It took a fair bit of work to get my cock in Nikki's backdoor, but she was patient with me, and before long seemed to be enjoying the experience. Once again Jenna made sure the event was captured on video and camera. When my lust was sated, and my cream was dribbling out of Nikki's ass, I laid down beside her, exhausted. Nikki seemed a bit embarrassed after the fact. I took her in my arms, and thanked her profusely. Jenna started shutting down her makeshift studio, while I joined her roommate in the shower. I thought I was done for the evening, bu Jenna proved me wrong, making slow, sweet love to me, before settling in for the night. "Biggest slut in the world?" I teased her, while cuddling. She elbowed me. "You didn't like it?" "I loved it," I confessed. "I was an idiot not doing this sooner." She kissed me softly. "Yes you were. We have a lot of missed opportunities to make up for." ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ |
This is a re-write of something I wrote a few years back, whilst also been brought update, it isn’t an adult erotic story, its deals with the questions and psychology of been transgendered and also features some of the hardships which I have undertaken whilst my transition has been evolving. Am I truly beginning to understand the journey, that began 32 years ago, can anyone really understand or comprehend the full impact of a decision which is a 100 % total life changer. Perhaps I find myself re-writing this to explain the thoughts and feelings which still today exist within me and the struggle of everyday life, against what is a relentless onslaught of other people’s thoughts, feelings, abuses and opinions. This is a factual based story, an account, of one person’s life so far and the struggle of both internal and external influences which are all to frequently made abundantly clear/ perhaps its wrote for my benefit more than others, to clarify, confirm and explain what has gone before and hopefully what shall come in the future. Every person in this world shares one common thing, we all have our secrets, something or things which both torments and terrorises us, without it, I doubt we would be human. Despite that every person is an individual, a separate entity with their own fears and hopes for their existence, but what happens when you’re fundamental and most profound fear is something you live through day by day. For me without doubt this is the hardest piece of writing I have ever vowed to under take, it is also an update and re-write of something which I began a few years back. For years my secret has been hidden away, locked up beyond the eyes and mind of those most dear and loved to me, it has brought me to the very edge of where life stops and death per mutates. I have frequently stood upon its edge and looked into the abyss, my thoughts to focused upon ending the pain of a life I can not fully comprehend. I was brought up to understand each and every person is different, I was taught respect for different cultures, religions, races and persuasions. I was educated at a church school, I can not complain about the education level, but I feel I have the right to complain about their narrow views and bigotry values. It is true at school, I was one of those people who lurked in the corners, saying nothing, but listening and doing the minimum required work. I sought not just to blend into the back ground, but merge into oblivion, say nothing and act with compliance even if my thought process and my mind couldn’t and wouldn’t accept it. We were taught that every person in life was born with a choice, a reason for existence that all people are god’s creation and his love for them is unquestionable. But in the same breath, those that teach this, those that say they do his work, prejudge those that sit before them. From the age of six I have questioned why I was born, why I was the person who would have to be created for their torture, later on I found myself questioning whether or not I was classed as a human being in god’s eyes, after all, they told me he didn’t make mistakes. Why then does he create a life that is immediately trapped, smothered and tortured by an existence which can not be lived through? Was I a child of the devil, tempted in someway, because according to many in the church, I can not be one of his children? Have you ever looked around you at others and wondered how many more exist like you, how many more go through the same torturous lifestyle, that have expectation heaped upon them, so a fundamental right of choice is denied. If I have one out standing memory of my younger days from six to nineteen, it’s that I can honestly say, hand on heart that I understand what the word hate really does mean. Most people have periods of disliking something or someone; very few know the real definition of the word hatred. In my case that hatred was just that, absolute and utter raw hatred, not at just anything or any one, but for just one person, who was me. Imagine that, growing up hating yourself, living inside a body that didn’t feel right and not been able to do anything about it. How about cringing, feel sick every time you caught a glimpse of yourself, dodging camera’s and not wanting to see the end result of those that you had to face. In those teenage years, not one single picture of me has remained, very few were actually taken, but those that were, were destroyed by various accidents or banished into the bin. My teenage years were over ridden by a self loathing, a hatred of who, or what I was growing up to become. I used to pray, plead even for things to end, for things to change, but they never did, in fact they got worse. How can a person feel completely different inside to how they look on the outside, when I was forced or happen to catch a reflection of myself what did I see, nothing but total horror. I saw a prisoner, a mistake, an individual trapped inside a shell that nature had condemned him to be in. Inside that shell were all the feelings, the beliefs and desires of a female, yet externally were the fittings, fixtures and shape of a male. In your own mind you begin question things that you shouldn’t, answers that could help, at that age elude you, you try and avoid such thoughts, battle against yourself, waging a war that ultimately can not be won, but leads to deeper confusion and depression. Through out those years and another decade on top I could never say, not once that I liked who I was, for a while I would build up an existence based upon the gender of what people saw. Many nights were spent alone, isolated, locked away from a world that on the whole pleaded ignorance or couldn’t understand. How can a person go through twenty years or more hating themselves, dreading the moment they woke up, knowing that the torture and the hurt would begin all over again. When I thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did, by my thirties I had endured two breakdowns, buried a young child who died due to cot death and amazingly survived two incidents which should have killed me. Still at this point not one single member of my family knew, there had been many times I had gone through it in my head, enacted it out with both good and bad reactions, but each time something had either been said or had happened which made me rethink the plan. I knew I had to tell them, I knew also how the vast majority of them would react to it, most were governed by the rule you are who and what you are born. Transgendered people were those that had a fatal mental flaw in them that either did it attention or sexual gratification that was the majority view, though not all but the two who I cared the most about, were unknown quantities, traditional but capable of understanding I thought. What I didn’t know was how I would tell them, but all changed by my mid thirties when one night in Manchester I ventured out, my very first outing as a female. To say I was petrified was an understatement, I had planned for everything so I thought, what I hadn’t planned for was a photographer who later published a shot on the web. Two days later came the confirmation that time was running out, when leaving work and almost home, a car mounted the pavement and aimed directly at me, the words pervert rang in my ears, as I jumped over a fence or simply got hit by the car. Within moments I was home and in the mail box a white envelope, unmarked inside a picture of that night, of that club and me with some friends. “Tell them or we do” was all that was printed on its base, I knew the time had come and I knew within 24hrs most people would know. I told selected parts of my family, mum and sister/s the eldest was horrified and stopped me seeing her children, my youngest sister took it ok, whilst my mum, accepted it, but couldn’t recognise the female side. By the end of the day those that needed to know had been told, by the time I got to work for my evening shift, whoever had left the photograph had also left one at work. The York police found it amusing and said there was nothing they could do, within six months, I’d had every insult thrown at me that could ever of been thought up. From abuse walking down the street to strangers airing their views, from work colleagues who would look, to of course the car that almost ran me over. People who say they can’t comprehend those that are transgendered, need to understand something, my life became so miserable that I dared not even go outside. They only way I could continue living was leaving all those that I held dear and loved, imagine been forced out, imagine been tormented, harassed and abused and then imagine that the local police force do nothing because it’s amusing and they are lazy. People say we have equal rights, but rights are only enforced when the authoratites want to actually do something about it, true you could fight and force them, but then they’d only be involved not because they consider it illegal, but because begrudgingly you have perhaps embarrassed them or made them comply. I left York devastated, depressed but determined to learn, I knew in order to have happiness, I first had to be happy, to stop living a lie and to stop living a life that was for other people, and start living my own life. I decided the new place would be the home of Nicola, the female that had always been there inside of me, the person with whom I felt more comfortable, more relaxed, more at ease and able to live with. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, in fact I was expecting it to be damn right hard, but then the option was to keep running and always hide, something which I couldn’t do, not again as I firmly believed I couldn’t and wouldn’t survive it again. I’m now living as Nicola, everyone in the place where I call home knows me as Nicola, the abuse is never far away and yes at times I tone everything down just for a quiet life. I’ve had some disputes, some arguments, especially from those that you wouldn’t expect it from, but despite all the trouble, not once have I regretted the decision to live 24/7, yes its been hard and probably will continue to be hard, but for the first time in my life I feel comfortable and am able to at least look at a reflection without feeling repulsion, I may still feel that things are not right, but improvements are been made. I would just say one thing though, the understanding that needs to be out there regarding transgender won’t be achieved until government accepts fully their involvement. Education has to be implemented, people have to be taught, not that its wrong to discriminate, but why its wrong and for those that say it cant be done, look to history, in the early 80’s/90’s there was a huge campaign about HIV and AIDS, discrimination against those who are gay/lesbian, whilst it hasn’t stopped has been reduced considerably. Religious establishments need to stop pretending to preach good whilst doing evil, how many of their members have been worse things and done worse things, why is it ok to educate about those that are gay/lesbian, but it isn’t ok to educate about been transgendered. As for employers that don’t want to employ or treat customers of a transgendered persuasion with respect, they should be named and shamed, so that they understand the financial impact of their choices, after all we, as transgendered people have the right to spend money, bank money and if you cant accept the people we are, then you shouldn’t expect trade from us. As for the government, well they need to look into their own employee’s first, as I’ve had first hand experience of how their laws are put into practice and I’ve had two employees whilst working on the government s behalf tell me, I have no rights, other than to do what they say. From my own personal point of view, I’m not asking for anything other than a chance to exist freely and I wont ever shy away from battling against any one or any company that refuses to let me just that. Respect is earnt not given, earn the respect of those who are transgendered and start dealing with what is a serious problem that affects a great many people. After the sleazy evening movie, Brenda invited Vicky to her friend Hanna's apartment, where she would be waiting for them. In the cab, Vicky put his arm around her shoulders and was feeling her smooth shoulder skin, lowered his head, kissed her plump shoulder and nuzzled near her armpit folds. Brenda was wearing a halter neck dress, showing her thick armpit stubble. Vicky knew that lots of armpit love was in store for him as Brenda and all her intimate friends are crazy about armpits. He tried to take in her armpit smell, but Brenda gently stopped him. "The whole night is yours, for you to enjoy. You can enjoy our armpits any way you want" - she cooed, while kissing his ear. Vicky said "I will enjoy the armpits of you two together." They engaged in a light kissing which soon became deep, but Brenda pulled away, as the cab drew near the pavement. They were almost embracing each other when Brenda and Vicky went upto Hanna's apartment door. Brenda kissed Vicky again. This time with lot of tongue. Both Hanna and Brenda are well built women, fair skinned, with large armpits, always wearing open type sleeveless blouse or dresses showing lots of shoulder and waist flesh. As Brenda and Vicky entered the apartment and closed the door, Hanna ran with both hands raised, towards Brenda. Today, Hanna was wearing a light blue short sleeveless vest with large armholes. A large area of her shining shoulders and underarm area was visible. She has a thick jet black jungle of armpit hair, which she loves to display. Hanna and Brenda tightly embraced each other, with their heads buried in each other's shoulder. They were rubbing their noses on each others' fleshy shoulders, and licking their shoulder skin. This went on for some time. Then they found each other's lips for a soft but sensuous kiss. Seeing two sleeveless bloused ladies embrace and kiss each other like this, he had an instant hard-on. Their gorgeous armpits are visible, with their large boobs, tightly crushed against each other. After a long time they loosened their embrace, raised their armpits, and signalled to Vicky to sniff their armpits. Vicky brought his nose to each of their armpits and sniffed to his heart's content, but resisted the temptation to lick or kiss those lovely armpits. They then embraced Vicky in turn, and Vicky kissed them hard, and planted lots of kisses on their armpit folds, licking and sniffing the area around the folds. Then Hanna put on a movie on vcd. Brenda and Hanna sat on either side of Vicky, who put his hands around their open backs and in their armpits. They put their hands around Vicky's neck. Vicky could smell their armpits easily. As the movie was showing heavy underarm kissing and licking with lots of kissing and sucking sounds, Vicky lowered his head and started to kiss, lick and suck each armpit in turn. They put some perfumed oil in their palms, and held his d**k in their palm and continued to oil-squeeze it. After the movie, Brenda and Hanna were frantically giving each other tight hugs and kisses. They were licking, sniffing, sucking and taking the taste of each other's large smelly armpits. Then Brenda came to Vicky, and clasped him in a tight and lusty embrace. Vicky took off her halter-neck dress and clutched her boobs. He licked her pointed nose and smooth shoulders, and gradually penetrated his nose in her left armpit. She said "Take the strong aroma of my bushy underarms, it will heat you up." As he was thoroughly enjoying her both armpits, shoulders and the sexy folds of her waist, Hanna came and embraced him from behind, and they started mutual underarm sucking, tasting, kissing, licking and armpit biting and munching sessions amongst the three of them. During all this Vicky took off the sleeveless blouse of Hanna, while kissing her armpits. Hanna pressed her huge boob in Vicky's armpit and rubbed it there. Vicky clamped tight his hand, trapping Hanna's boob in his armpit. At one time Vicky caught hold of Brenda from behind, and put his d**k in her right armpit. She clamped tight her hand on her side and squeezed. Vicky pumped and pumped. She went wild and did the same in her left armpit. Again he buried his face in Brenda's armpit and pulled her face in his armpit, and continued with exchanging deep and wet armpit-kisses with her. Then he clasped Hanna from behind and let her have similar fun in her plump and sweaty armpits. Later, with Brenda, he had lots and lots of armpit eating, kissing and waist biting, nose biting & kissing. With Hanna he got aroused by her plump wide back, and kissed and licked it for long, then wetted her pretty nose with his saliva, then took her wide armpits in his mouth, biting while lustily kissing it. Hanna loved it, pushed her armpits very hard on his face, getting more of his kisses and bites in her armpits, letting him taste her plump armpits. The sexy and salty taste and aroma of the large, fleshy and hairy armpits of the two ladies drove him mad. His forceful bites, licks and lusty kisses in their armpits, made them wild. Now they were almost fighting and wrestling amongst each other to get hold of the armpits to lick, bite, taste, sniff, kiss and munch. Kiss, kiss, hug, hug, kiss & hug, hug & kiss, taste, lick, sniff, lick & smell, smell & lick-.. it went on and on.. Hanna and Brenda were now tightly hugging each other with lots of lusty kisses. They were hungrily licking and tasting each other's armpits. Then Brenda came to Vicky, and he clasped her in a tight and lusty hug, and licked her sharp nose and perfumed silky smooth shoulders, and gradually penetrated his nose in her left armpit. She said "Sniff the smell of my armpit as lot of sweat is now there. Enjoy the musky taste and aroma of both my armpits." As he was thoroughly enjoying the taste of both the smelly armpits of Brenda, and her sexy, smelly shoulders and waist folds, Hanna pulled him and drew him into a fierce hug. Her perfume made him more lusty and hard. He started kissing and licking her bare shoulders and waist. Kissing and licking women's waist & shoulders is very arousing, particularly if her shoulders are broad and round, and waist is fleshy, and having little folds. Hanna raised her hands and invitingly put forward her armpits to Vicky's face. He buried his face there, and pressed his armpit on her face. He tightly kissed her both armpits in turn, without stopping, drawing in the sexy aroma in deep breathes, and deep tonguing and tasting both the armpits. "Your armpits are so very very tasty' - he murmured to her. She was also kissing and sucking his armpits. Vicky made both her armpits slippery with saliva. Her armpit taste and smell is great. Then he rubbed his d**k in both their sexy waist folds. Hanna encircled his d**k in her waist folds, and kept pressing the folds, while Vicky pumped vigorously. Brenda brought out her long tongue and licked away at his and Hanna's armpits while pulling at his d**k. Hanna and Brenda then held each other in a tight hug, with lots of lusty armpit kissing and biting. Vicky could not hold himself, pulled Brenda in a tight embrace and started tasting, licking and kissing her shoulders and armpits. "Mmmmmmmm, the taste is so great." Her perfume made him mad. Hanna jumped and tightly hugged him from behind, kissing his back and kissing Brenda also over his shoulder. They started mutual underarms-kissing. Then their friend Maria entered, wearing a shoulderless sleeveless blouse, and joined the party. Vicky knew her well. So he pulled her to him and raised her one hand and put his face in her armpit. She let go of her hand, it was dangling, keeping his head inside her armpit. He sniffed the fleshy, smooth and perfumed armpits for a long time, then tongued both her armpits in turn, tasted, kissed and sucked both her armpits. Maria cried out in passion-"Oh! Oh! For a long time I wanted armpit- kisses from you, see how tasty are my ripe armpits" - and pressed her armpits repeatedly on his face. Maria's armpits are very sexy. The pits are concave and smooth. She always cleans and perfumes her armpits. She knows Vicky loves the musky sexy aroma of both her sweaty armpits. She gets aroused by smelling her own armpits, and craves for his wet lips on her wet armpit flesh. She slowly got rid of her shoulderless blouse, and offered her wide armpits to Vicky's hungry mouth. Vicky was now sucking on her wide, sexy armpits, munching her armpit flesh. After planting lots and lots of love-bites and lusty kisses on Maria's armpits, Vicky engaged in a wrestling hug with Hanna and Brenda in turn, and made their armpits red with his sensual bites and kisses, while Maria kissed their armpits in turn. Hanna's sexy friend Linda called over phone and asked them to come to her apartment as she was alone. They went there. Linda loves western dresses. She was wearing a short sexy vest, which revealed a lot of her armpits, arms, shoulders and waists. Her shoulder skin is soft and glowing. As they entered, Linda showed her plump underarms to them, by pretending to do her hair. The muscles of her bare upper arms are very arousing. Linda's armpits alongside her large boobs are d**k raising. After some preliminary talks, she made known her intention to have armpit-fun together. She said she loves her armpits to be fondled and kissed. She craves for lots of armpit-kissing. All of them first sniffed and kissed her armpits briefly. Then she held out her hand to Vicky, with the other hand raised above her head. "Come, taste my armpits. Kiss 'n lick them hard, munch those little hairs, sniff the lovely aroma. The more you taste, the more you'll like them" - she said. Vicky hugged her tightly at the waist, and she pressed his face to her exposed armpit. Vicky tore open her sexy vest. The black lacey bra was cutting into her shoulders, tufts of hair were jutting out of her ripe pits. He lustily kissed, licked, sniffed and tasted her slightly hairy armpits for a long time. Brenda tightly embraced Hanna and they kissed, bit and tasted each other's armpits, and lapped with their tongues. Maria kissed Linda's waist and licked it away. Linda was very much stirred. She cried out in passion. All of them changed places and went on and on with armpit-kissing and licking. Vicky lingered on Linda's armpits longer than others, as he liked to taste her armpits with his nose, lips and tongue. Vicky sniffed and tasted Linda's lusty armpits endlessly. He went mad with lust. The pungent smell and taste of those armpits were very intoxicating. After a long time of sniffing and tasting, he stopped, only to get some breath. Others then asked Vicky to lick, kiss and taste each of their armpits in turn, for much longer times. Vicky went crazy with excitement... |
Accountant Story Joe E Hartley (July 2010) (Revised March 2018) This piece is quite a bit longer and moves at a much slower pace that what I normally submit. It is also in a different writing style that I'm trying out, with limited dialog. -Joe- Sheila Grimson worked in a cubical next to mine at Shrumbs Insurance. She, like I, pour over numbers all day processing a very small part of the accounts receivable department. Accounting is a profession that draws people who are more confident with numbers than actual flesh and blood bodies. Days may go by without any human contact either by phone or in person. We accountants prefer it that way. I first saw Sheila two years, four months, and nine days ago when I was led to the cubical that would become my home. She slouched over her ledgers and keyed totals into the computer seated upon the small desk in front of her with her back exposed to me. I instantly felt her to be a kindred spirit imagining myself looking exactly the same to any casual glance. We became good friends even though we never spoke to each other. I looked over at her a couple of times each day and always noticed her getting her decaf tea and pouring it into her china cup with saucer. Accountants normally fear people, but inside we all know something is missing. I noticed Sheila found a way to fill this missing part inside of her. I ride one of the elevators up to the ninth floor each morning and down again each evening. Sheila occasionally travels up or down in the same elevator car as I do. This is where I first noticed her little game. Sheila likes crowed spaces: elevators, subways, busses, it doesn't matter as long as they are crowded with people, and the more crowded the better as far as she's concerned. She pushes her body up close to the nearest man. First her ass presses against a man's leg or groin behind her, and if she doesn't get the response she wants she presses forward pushing her breasts into the back or arm of the man in front of her. She then turns as if she's trying to find more space, but actually rubbing her breast against this stranger. Occasionally she finds a willing participant, but not as often as she would like and never as bold, as she wants. A hand stroking her ass brings a smile to her face. She pushes into that hand encouraging it to continue. She once had a hand on her breast. She enjoyed that immensely but it ended far too soon. I started following her as she left work to see if she expanded this kink I had discovered. She takes the subway and I followed her, watching. I saw that she often pressed her butt against the male commuters but with no reaction from anyone. It was as if all the men are more interested in getting home than her. She feared they actually weren't interested in her, but I thought to be closer to the truth, they didn't even notice her considering the movement of the train car. She didn't wear fashionable clothes, or even anything that would indicate her figure. Sheila had a lifetime behind her of trying not to be noticed and blending into the background. I followed and watched her for a week feeling her frustration. I formed a plan. I had been attracted to her for months, and knew what she wanted/needed. I could gladly supply that missing part of her life. I laid out a plan over the weekend and accounted for every detail. I wrote it all out. This plan would take two weeks and slowly show her that someone does notice. I checked the plan for errors; it needed to be subtle, but not too subtle. I explored every path my moves could take, and once I could see the end result clearly, I was ready for Monday evening. She was too subtle in her moves, she was an accountant and not used to making overt moves for what she wanted. I now had a plan to move her out of the shadows and into my arms. Monday found both of us at our desks. We had exchanged looks at each other with no emotion or words. It was our way. The hours seemed to drag on today for no apparent reason. The routine today was the same as every other day—posting numbers into a spreadsheet, checking them several times, making copies and forwarding the work to my superior to be checked again before I was allowed to post them into the system. One thing that may be different today was the fact that I had a plan for this evening; something that rarely happened. I glanced over to the cubical next to mine and saw Sheila's rounded back as she fingered her keyboard. On the way home tonight I would implement a plan of my own design and one that would end the frustration so apparent to anyone who bothered to look at the woman in the cubical next to mine. Finally five o'clock arrived and I tried not to rush. It was important for me to follow Sheila and not accidently get onto a different subway car than she did. She gathered her things and walked out the door, not looking at anything other than to avoid bumping into things. Her submissive posture continues in the way she walked with her head lowered avoiding eye contact and staying near the walls, never walking down the center of the hallway. Watching her move, I noticed the oversized clothes she wore. It was hard to see the sway of her hips as she walked, but my imagination filled in the details without hesitation. I followed as she continued on her slow pace towards the subway. It was crowed being rush hour. She entered one of the cars and I made sure that I was directly behind her. She worked her way toward the back and faced the wall as she reached up to grab the handhold. I positioned myself directly behind her grabbing the handhold next to the one she gripped. I didn't press my body up to hers; I wondered if she would press up against me and after a minute I wasn't disappointed. It was so slight that if I wasn't expecting it, I would not have noticed. I brushed the back of my hand lightly across her butt. Her head rose from its downward gaze. Neither of us moved for what seemed like years. She seemed to be waiting to see if what just happened actually happened. I then felt her press her backside against my hand and as she did I again slid the back of my hand, and fingers this time, lightly across her. I then moved back. The subway slowed approaching her stop. She departed and I think I noticed a smile and her head didn't seem as low as it was before. Reviewing the plan I wrote, it seemed that phase one went well. Sheila had pressed against me, she had not recognized me, and I had responded to her. I think she enjoyed the exchange. I would see if there was any change in her behavior tomorrow. The following day turned out to be every bit as slow as before. I was anxious to touch Sheila again. I know I have to move slowly so as not to overwhelm her, but the small touch last night had electrified me. I knew what I had to do tonight, but the only problem was for me to stay with the plan instead of pushing too hard too fast. I had looked at this possibility when I wrote out this plan. Just because Sheila acted submissively, she had a tiger inside of her clawing to get out. She could be easily scared and call the cops on me if I tried to force her. Again, after what seemed to be a month, five o'clock arrived and I again followed her out. I hadn't noticed any change in her behavior today, but now she seemed to be moving just a bit faster. Her head was still lowered and she still moved along the wall, but her pace had increased. We arrived at the subway station and had to wait a bit. I think I noticed her glancing around when she thought no one would notice. Was she looking for that person who touched her yesterday? The train arrived and just like before we took up our relative positions. I kept my distance just like yesterday, but this time I left my hand close to her ass, so when she moved back it would be into my open palm instead of my leg like yesterday. It would still be a casual and accidental touch, but I would leave my hand in contact with her a bit longer than most would. I had calculated that normally people would remove their hand within one second after an accidental intimate touch with or without a murmured "excuse me". I planned on leaving my hand in place for a count of three. That would indicate it was intentional with still leaving a shadow of a doubt that it may have been accidental. I waited for her move, growing fearful that she might not want to play the game any more. When finally she moved back and into my hand. She quivered as if to move away, but then settled back into my hand. She had refused the normal convention of moving away within one second. I felt a silent cheer as I saw progress. Now I had to make sure not to scare her off. I started my mental count: one, two, three, four, five. I forced my hand away. What was I doing? That was too long, but her warmth flowing into my hand was too much for me. I didn't want it to end. My mind raced. How can I save this? Should I move back? Her stop was still minutes away and I really didn't want to move. Her scent filled my nostrils. I knew I should move back so she wouldn't think I would attack her. I had just decided to take a step back when I felt her butt again press against my hand. This was not in the plan and I didn't know what to do. The train started to slow and without consciously deciding I squeezed her right buttock and then took a step back turning around. The train stopped and I felt her move toward the exit. I think she looked up and scanned the area she had vacated looking for the owner of that hand. I needed a moment to catch my breath after that. She didn't seem upset and she wasn't racing to get off the train. I hope I didn't push too hard. That was stupid of me, but it felt so good. I will be reliving this in my mind for the rest of the night. It took another hour for me to get home and revise the plan. So much depended on how she reacted tomorrow. Would she be more sullen and reserved than normal? Would she choose to work later so as to avoid the unknown person on the train? Walking into work, I noticed that Sheila was already at her desk with her cup of tea. I couldn't tell if anything was different, but I had two new plans now -one for each reaction she might take. If I had offended her, I would back away, wait a few days before starting over. The other scenario was more of a fantasy in that what I would do if she liked what had happened. I was certain I wouldn't be using that plan, but I did have it and it was very enjoyable to write and think about as a possibility. Around 10, I noticed that Sheila got herself another cup of tea. Being employees we are entitled to a midmorning break, but neither Sheila nor I ever took one out of fear of losing our jobs. She seemed a bit distracted today. I'm sure last night had affected her and I resolved to not touch her tonight. She was late coming back from lunch by one and one half minutes. Something was on her mind to be distracting her so badly. At 2 in the afternoon she got another cup of tea. I had never seen her have more than one and that was in the morning. I glanced over at her and noticed she was watching the clock. Was she planning on leaving early to avoid the five o'clock commute? Is that why she was already at work when I arrived? I really screwed this up with my lust and I don't know what I can do. I'll have to just give it time and develop anther plan. I noticed at 4 o'clock she was still at her desk. The subways run every hour and if she were going to take the earlier one she needed to leave now. She made no more at getting her things together, so maybe I still had a shot at my revised plan. I would just take it easy, but I could still be close to her. At ten minutes before five I noticed her watching the clock intensely. She was counting the minutes until she could leave. This was so unlike her. I made sure my things were ready to grab too. There was also the possibility that she had found another way home. Was there a bus that went in that direction? At 5 o'clock Sheila moved with purpose, She wasn't running, but moving faster than normal. She looked forward instead of at the floor and was not moving along the wall. I followed her and was surprised when we ended up at the subway station. We were almost five minutes early. She looked around the crowd, but I don't think she noticed me. I, like her, had practiced being invisible most of my life. The train arrived and we both entered. She went to her normal spot and I followed. I didn't stand as close as I have been, but the train was crowded and I was pushed closer. I waited to see what would happen. Part of my fantasy flashed in my mind. I knew this wasn't real, but thinking about it aroused me. The train started to move and within just a few seconds I felt her pushing against me. My mind raced. What was in the alternate plan that I could actually use? I pulled away from her and brought my hand back to her buttock. I squeezed and kneaded her, then positioned her to press against my groin. She ground her butt into me. I released my hold on the overhead strap and used both hands to massage her butt, rolling each cheek outwards as I pushed my groin into her. She never moved away and I lost track of what my plan said I was to do. Before I knew it the train was started to slow. I quickly released her and moved back into the crowds. I glanced back towards the exit from behind a large woman. I noticed that Sheila was again searching for anyone she might think was the owner of those hands. I didn't get much sleep that night due to reviewing and rewriting the fantasy scenario. I relived the moments my hands were on her ass over and over again. I wanted more and I think she did too. The commute to her home wasn't long enough. I have to move my agenda forward. I needed to touch her more and more intimately, but how was I to know how much was too much, or worse, not enough. What I thought was too much before turned out to be just right. She had looked forward to more and was eager to place herself in a position to get what she wanted. I pushed quite a bit further tonight than I thought I should. Squeezing her butt and pressing my groin against her wasn't scheduled until next week. My original plan for tomorrow was to place my full hand on her butt for half a minute and maybe run my finger up her butt crack. I think we have gone past that point now. I think if she reacts at work the way she did today I will move ahead on the plan. I will stroke her butt and then press against her while I run my hands up her sides and give her breasts a squeeze. I know I'm pushing it, but she has surprised me with her reaction today. She was so distracted at work thinking about what would come next. I just hope I didn't disappoint her. I can't wait to see how she reacts to feeling my erection against her. I think I finally fell asleep at about 4 AM and was shocked when the alarm wert off at 6. I got to work on time, but I was dragging, that is until I saw her. She looked as if she didn't get much sleep either and gave me a funny sort of look. We never looked at each other and as is typical for us avoided eye contact with people, but there it was she looked me in the eye. It didn't last long, a second or two, but it was there—full on eye contact. She may have an idea that I am the one touching her, but she's not sure. The day passed, I think I'm adjusting to this new schedule; the one where I have plans for the evening even if it is for only twenty minutes. Sheila again had several cups of tea. This might be a new pattern for her. We left at 5 PM and for all outward appearances we looked the same as we had for the last two plus years. I noticed the difference. Sheila now walked two feet away from the wall and her eyes now focused on a spot ten feet in front of her. Her pace had also increased, but I think I was the only one to notice that. We arrived at the subway station and waited for our train. Sheila didn't look around. I think she knows who is groping her on her way home. I'm torn. My original plan was to remain anonymous until next week, but we are ahead of that schedule. We found our respective spots on the train and before the doors closed she pressed herself into me. I was ready, my hands were in place and I glided my hand up her butt crack. She leaned into me a bit and I used both of my hands to knead her cheeks, lifting and separating in circular patterns. I then pressed my groin against her and grabbing her hips pulled her back against my erection. We settled like that for a bit and she started to rotate her hips grinding into me. I knew I hadn't gone too far and pushed my hands up her sides and under her armpits. I rested there again checking her response. She moved her arms away and I moved my hands forward and onto her breasts. She wore a thick bra, but I squeezed both breasts and move across where her nipples should be. The train started to slow and this time I didn't move away nor stop my caresses. She still pressed hard against my erection and when the train finally stopped I lowered my hands and she walked towards the exit. I stayed where I was and didn't try to hide. She stopped at the doorway and looked back at me. We made eye contact again and then she left the train. At home later that night, I poured over the plan I had written less than a week ago. It seems as if years have passed since then and I never imagined I would be at this stage with Sheila. There were two very intimate exchanges. We made eye contact with each other. The first being only a second, but the last was much longer. This is the most intimate I have ever been with another human being and I can believe that it's a first for Sheila as well. Massaging her ass almost sent me over the edge and placing my hand in the recesses of her crease made her squirm a bit. It was so warm and inviting that I just had to press my hardness into that crease. I tried to slow down fearful that I might embarrass her, but her actions indicated that she wanted to continue. I want so much more—I'll find my way under her skirt soon. Now I'm hard all over again. I'll never get this plan done. Thinking of her is too distracting. I could live on the memories of what has happened so far and have a very full fantasy life. "Stop!" I told myself. We are not done yet and every indication is that this plan could advance much further. I think tomorrow I will just repeat what happened today and allow her to set the pace; of course I may lift her skirt a bit. Work had become a necessary evil, instead of my reason for living. It was just something I had to suffer through each day until the excitement began. I completed the spreadsheets just like I have been doing these last almost two and a half years, but this time I only checked them twice. I'm still an accountant and hate errors. I still made a copy, and then forwarded them to my superior. I actually completed more work today than normal since I refused to check and recheck work I knew to be right out of fear what might happen should an error be found. I think I learned that from Sheila. I had thought I had made numerous errors with her, but they turned out to be better than the original plan. She is turning out to be very good for me in so many ways. I think I just decided to not wait until I got to the subway to fondle her ass, but to give a gentle caress/ or slight brush on our way to the terminal. I will also get my hand under she skirt. At noon Sheila went out for her lunch and it appeared she wore a different style of clothing today. Maybe I'm focused on lifting her skirt too much, but it does appear that her skirt is a little shorter. Didn't she normally wear floral patterns? It would be helpful if I knew more about fashion and what people actually wore, but I've always just looked at clothes as something functional, not decorative. I thought Sheila believed the same. Maybe she did and what she is wearing now is something new. At or about 4 o'clock, I started to lose focus on the work in front of me. I had already completed more than normal so I just decided to look busy, but review my plan for this evening on the subway with Sheila. I imagined my hands on her butt, squeezing and kneading her luscious globes and then slowly pulling up the back of her skirt while hiding that fact from the other passengers. That meant I had to be very close to her. Shelia got up from her chair and headed towards the rest room. Neither of us ever did that during work hours. It was only ten minutes until 5 o'clock. The distraction was fortunate for me as I now had a very visible erection. I needed to calm that down before I got up and people saw me. Shelia came back and grabbed her things right at 5 and I followed with no visual reference to my thoughts of the last hour. We left the building in the midst of the normal crowd and after the movement pattern had established itself I brushed against her. My hand stroked across her butt as I moved past and behind a fellow pedestrian. She glanced up, but I was back behind three people at the time and she didn't notice me. I moved back into position and by the time we boarded the train I was directly behind her. She reached up to grab the strap and as she did I pushed myself into her placing both palms against her butt. She relaxed into my caress and as the train started to move, I began gathering the material of her skirt into my hands. She moved back closer to me but not so close to hinder my actions. I had her skirt high enough to place my hands under it and onto her panties. There was now only one layer of very thin material between my hands and her ass. She leaned forward just a bit as if encouraging me to squeeze lower. I did and then placed one finger of my right hand between her legs and gripped her butt. My left hand allowed the shirt to fall and moved up her side and towards her breast. She held onto the overhead strap with her left hand so I was not impeded in my quest. I gripped her breast and noticed what she had done in the restroom at ten minutes until five. She no longer wore a bra and her breast was softer than anything I had ever felt before and the hardness of her nipple rivaled the hardness currently between my legs. We enjoyed this position for a long while. I squeezed and she moved with me. Her breath was becoming noticeable, as I'm sure mine was. Suddenly she raised her head and I froze. The motion we had been enjoying stopped. My heart raced fearing that she was about to slap me and scream for help. She turned around and faced me; full eye-to-eye contact. My hand was no longer on her ass, but it was still under her skirt and she then moved her groin into my hand. My left hand, now on her back moved seemly of it's own accord and again found her breast and nipple. The train slowed and we were still locked in that full on eye contact. The train stopped and slowly she moved away, but glanced back from the door with a smile on her face. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened, but I now had the weekend to plan my next moves. First I had to figure out where I wanted this relationship to go. This was very alien to me and I had no idea what I was doing. I played out one fantasy after another, and although each was exciting, none seemed real, or attainable. On the one hand she had removed her bra and allowed me to feel her soft breast. Her hardened nipple indicated arousal, didn't it? It didn't seem cold. I'm sure she just wanted to experience what a mans hand felt like on her breast. She did seem reserved and passive, but that was a bold move and so was her shorter skirt and allowing me to reach under it and onto her panties. I was discreet and no one noticed, but that was also something that reserved women normally don't do. She has been playing this game for a while and I'm sure her fantasy has gotten ahead of her brain. This week has probably been an accident and once she thinks about it over the weekend she will be embarrassed and avoid me all together. On the other hand, maybe she has been looking for just sort of thing for a long time and was enjoying it. She really didn't seem to be objecting to anything that has happened so far and she has even taken the initiative a few times. She did push into me whenever I touched her and she did take off her bra after she found out I wanted to massage her breasts. Whenever I pressed my cock against her, she seemed more exited and pushed back. When I lifted her skirt and got my hand between her legs, she spread her legs a bit and felt wet. Coldness would not account for that. First I need to decide what I want. I want my hands on her naked body, but how am I going to achieve that? I could continue along the path I'd already set and get my hand under her shirt and play with her and wrap my other hand around her to play with her breasts and nipples. Maybe find a way to get my hand under her blouse without attracting too much attention. Fear flooded my mind that I was expecting too much, too soon and moving too fast. I was going to scare her off. "Wait!" I reminded myself that this is the attitude I've had all my life and I really need to question if it's working or not. I have questioned and been afraid of every move with her so far and it turned out that when I actually made the move it turned out to be the right one, even if it was the high risk one. The plan was made and fearful or not, I was starting. Monday morning my resolution wavered as it had several times over the weekend. I walked towards my cubical and saw Shelia walking towards hers. She looked up and smiled at me before lowering her head again, but this time she held that grin. She seemed to have a bit more color in her cheeks just then. Work progressed as work often does, but again today just like last Friday Shelia headed towards the rest room at ten minutes before quitting time. We walked out at the same time close to each other, but not together. As we got outside and on our way to the subway station, I brushed my hand across her sensuous bottom. This time I did not move away and I saw her smile. She did not look around as she had before, this time she knew who the hand belonged to. Just before we arrived at the station I stroked her once again, this time a bit more slowly. She seemed to slow down a bit to enjoy the touch a little longer. We boarded the train and took up our spots. I had my hands low and on her ass while the other passengers found their locations. Shelia's skirt was half raised by the time the train started to move. I had forgotten to make sure my body blocked anyone's view of her exposure and as I looked down her pink panties were only hidden by my hands. I moved in a bit closer and positioned my right hand snuggly between her cheeks. She moved up and down a bit on my hand and I felt her wetness. My left hand, like last Friday, found her breast and hardened nipple. I moved my right hand to cup her other breast and started to play with her braless nipples. The train started to slow and I gave her nipples one last pinch and moved my hands back to give her butt one last squeeze. She turned to head to look at me with that smile I'm learning to enjoy then took a step towards the door. She looked back at me and hesitated. I think she was encouraging me to follow, but I wasn't sure. I froze not knowing what to do and she took another step towards the door and looked back again. This time I moved towards her and saw that smile once more. We both made it off the train just before the doors closed. I bumped into her on my way out and, this time accidentally, brushed my hands against her breasts. She turned and again smiled, before starting to walk along the sidewalk. I followed. There were few people around now so it would be hard to hide any groping like before. After walking a block, I took the chance and stroked her butt. She continued to walk and I looked around making sure no one was watching and seeing no other people I rested my hand on her ass as we walked. She continued her stride as if this was normal, but that smile never left her face. She approached an apartment complex with a security gate. She entered a code and slipped inside. She closed the gate before I could enter. At night I relived the events of the day as I have for the last week. It all seems like a dream, not really real, but some fantasy. I find myself questioning my memory of events, but they all seemed to have actually existed. Progress is being made. I now know where she lives, well at least the building she lives in. How can I get her to allow me in? I need to remember not to take this too fast as she and I have so much in common. I know it would scare me to be forced to make decisions without proper evaluation. Maybe I need to become bolder. Every time I thought I was moving too fast it turned out that I wasn't and as a matter of fact Shelia responded in a very positive way. After I grabbed her breasts, she started removing her bra. After I fondled her butt, she started to wear shorter skirts. After I started stroking between her legs and playing with her nipples, she showed me where she lives. I did expose her on the train a bit tonight, but I'm not sure she noticed. She definitely noticed my hand on her ass as we walked down the street in full view of anyone who might be looking our way. I smiled at Sheila as I walked past her cubical in the morning. She smiled back. We had definitely made a connection. I looked forward to 5 o'clock and I think she does too. I wanted my hands on her badly, but knew that I would be putting both of our jobs at risk if anyone saw us. We had to be away from work before we could engage in any type of play. I wonder how she would react it I fondled her butt as we walked to the subway station. There would be many more people around and I'm not sure if they would notice or not since most are only concerned with getting home. As like clockwork at ten minutes before five, Sheila walked towards the restroom. My arousal began and I again looked forward to my commute. I wondered how far we would go tonight. I had convinced myself to push my limits. Walking towards the subway station and a block away from the building we both worked, there were no people who recognized us from work that I could see, so I took a step closer to Sheila and placed my full palm on center of her ass. She turned her head and looked at me. She didn't attempt to move away or to remove my hand, but I could tell this was more than she had expected. I removed my hand before we went too far, but it was in place long enough for anyone to notice the intimate contact. As we boarded the subway train, Sheila glanced back at me and smiled. I think she was rewarding me for my boldness on the way here. We settled into our spot and position. I lifted the back of her skirt without regard to who saw and positioned my hand in her crevice. She immediately sank down onto my hand prior to all the passengers boarding. My left hand took a different path today than it had before. Instead of simply placing my palm on her left breast and toying her nipple. I un-tucked her blouse and slipped my hand up and onto her bare breast and then pinched her uncovered nipple. Sheila started to rub her butt against my hand and I extended my finger to probe. After a little while I removed my hand to allow her to calm a bit and finished un-tucking the front of her blouse. I then slid both of my hands onto her unprotected breasts. In far too short a period of time the train began to slow. I pinched each nipple and thought I heard a sigh before I removed my hands. The train stopped and Sheila looked back at me with a somewhat exhausted look. She stepped towards the door and I followed. When she looked back I was almost on top of her. The smile told me all I needed to know. We left the train and started to walk. She had not re-tucked her blouse and had a disheveled look about her. Again there was no one around so I positioned my hand again in the center of her butt as we continued to walk towards her building. Somehow fear of discovery overtook me and I removed my hand a block before we reached her building. She entered her code and slipped inside leaving me outside. I knew I allowed fear to ruin everything. I could tell that her expression changed as soon as I removed my hand. The following morning I shared an elevator with her up to our floor and although I knew to be extremely careful at work, I also knew that I needed to repair the damage I had done the day before. I allowed her to leave the elevator before me and as we entered the doorway to our cubicles. I knew this would be the only place at work where there would be any privacy at all and only for a moment. I squeezed her ass and in as intimate of a way as I had on the train. I did not raise her skirt, but I did probe her with my finger. She jumped slightly. I had shocked her with that move. She stopped, looked around to see if anyone could have seen what I had just done and seeing no one turned her gaze on me with the widest smile I'd seen from her. I think I had made up for my error last night and I was now certain that the idea of her being discovered was what actually turned her on. I resolved to continue the boldness I started yesterday and to not be stopped by fear. The day proceeded like many before it with one exception. I notice that Sheila glanced over at me several times throughout the day. After her trip to the restroom she looked me directly in the eye as if to ask if I were ready and to make sure I knew she was again braless. This was the first time I had noticed her coming out of the restroom without being hunched over so that no one could see her braless state. I decided to repeat the events of yesterday without the fear, so as soon as we cleared the building my hand was on her ass. There were people around, but no one I recognized. I slipped my hand lower and pushed one finger between her legs. I rose back up since walking while leaning over would be dangerous to my balance. She did notice the intrusion and flashed another smile at me. We boarded the train and like yesterday her shirt was raised and my hand rested between her legs before all of the passengers were on board. I thought I detected a glance from a passenger as they walked by to a clear spot. I had her blouse un-tucked and my hand inside by the time the train started to move. She leaned back against me and I teased her nipple. I pulled my hand free from under her skirt and she turned around to face me. I un-tucked the rest of her blouse and slipped my free hand inside. We both seemed to enjoy what was happening and lost track of time because as soon as I thought to raise up her blouse to gaze upon her breasts, the train slowed for her stop. She needed a moment to compose herself and then turned to leave the train. I was directly behind her and when she stepping down from the train she turned to look for me. I reached up to give her breasts a squeeze in full view of the people on the train. She waited a moment for me to release her breasts before turning to walk down the street. Her eyes sparkled and she held her head high. I slid my hand in place on her ass. She hesitated once and glanced at me with a wicked little smile I never knew she was capable of. I slid my hand lower and extended a finger to probe deep between her legs. She continued to move on and that action drew my hand back to its original position. We walked on and this time when we reached the security gate to her building I reached around to cup her breasts again, but since her blouse was still un- tucked I could gain access to her flesh. She opened the gate and I entered with her. She turned around so that my hand fell from her breasts and headed up the stairs. I fell into step behind her and watched the gentle sway of her ass as she climbed the stairs. She stopped to allow me to get closer. My hand rested on her ass and found her crease. One finger rested between her legs as she resumed her climb, this time much slower and with much more hip action. We reached her floor after a very enjoyable trip. She seemed to use the wall as added support. Her apartment was the third from the stairwell and I caressed her the entire way. She opened the door, and turned around to face me. I caressed her breasts again and she backed into her apartment and closed the door. I knew I hadn't done anything wrong this time. She just needed to catch her breath, but I'm not sure slowing down is the right approach either. I'm pretty sure this may be a first for her outside of a fantasy. I arrived at work before Sheila and had just entered my cubical when she walked through the doorway. We shared a glance and then she turned and looked over her shoulder at me. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but her cheeks turned pink. She went into her cubical. I thought about her strange display until I thought of it as a display. She showed me her ass at work and that's why she got embarrassed. My arousal increased and I looked at the clock—damn, it was only 9 o'clock in the morning. I glanced over at her often during the day and she seemed to need to move out of her cubical more than normal. She went to the copy machine, to the supply cabinet, to get another cup of tea, and |
to the bathroom. Each time she made sure I was watching her walk away. She often hesitated in the doorway of the main room and I even thought I saw her bend over once. At her now normal time she went to the rest room and looked at me after gathering her things from her cubical. It was very obvious that she no longer wore her bra. Was her blouse a little thinner than normal? I followed her out of the building and as our new normal dictated, I gripped her ass as we walked. We walked comfortably to the subway station with my hand on her ass the entire way. We boarded the train and per our routine, found our spot, I raised her skirt without regard if anyone could see and nestled my hand firmly between her cheeks. Her blouse was un-tucked and my hand inside and pinching her already hard nipple. Her smile never left her face since we left work. The train started to move and I moved my other hand to her front. I un-tucked the rest of her blouse and slipped my other hand inside just like I had done yesterday. I played with her breasts and nipples for a bit then added a new dimension to our game. She faced a window and her reflection was visible to me. I raised her blouse and saw, for the first time, her naked breasts reflected in that window. I was expecting shock to register on her face, but her smile widened and she stood taller. I turned her around to face me with her breasts still exposed and then covered them with my hands. The train started to slow and I lowered my hands, her blouse still bunched up rested on the tops of her breasts leaving her nipples exposed. She still had one hand holding on the strap above her and made no move to cover her breasts. She looked me in the eye as if displaying herself. The train stopped and she turned around, her blouse fell into position as she walked towards the door. I was directly behind her and followed her off the train. She kept moving without the hesitation as she did yesterday when I cupped her breasts for all to see. She was a half step ahead of me and I had to speed up to catch up with her. I caught up and placed my hand again where it was most comfortable for me; I think for her too if she smile is any indication. We reached the security gate and just as yesterday I reached for her breasts. I didn't have time to reach under her blouse as the door opened and I was being pulled in with her. She led me to the elevator this time instead of the stairway. And pressed the button. There was no one around so I again continued my play with her breasts. The elevator doors opened and as soon as we entered she turned to face me. I lifted her blouse again exposing her breasts and started to pinch her nipples. I leaned down and took her left nipple into my mouth. The doors opened and she spun around and almost ran to her apartment door. She opened the door and hesitated. Her breasts were still exposed and she faced me. I lowered myself again and took her nipple into my mouth and then I sucked on the other. She backed into the open apartment and closed the door. I leaned against the wall near her door and took a breath. I wasn't sure what my next move should be. If I knocked on the door that would draw unwanted attention to the two of us who were normally so very quiet. I pulled out the note pad and pen I always carried with me and penned a quick note. I wrote: " I enjoy our commute very much, and I would like to see you inside of your apartment." I'm not sure if this is the right approach or not, but I slid the note under her door, and then headed home. I arrived at work to find a note on my chair. It was not signed and all it said was: "I have been enjoying my commute too." We have now established communication and so I quickly wrote another note. I needed to make sure I wasn't going too fast for her. The best way to find out was to ask, so I wrote: "What do you like about it?" Now I had to wait until I could discreetly leave the note for her. She went to the copy machine with a stack of papers an hour later. She looked over at me, smiled then turned around wiggled her butt a bit, and then looked around, making sure no one else saw. When I saw her face, her cheeks were again red. She continued on her way to the copy room and I got up with my coffee cup in hand. I walked by her cubical and left the note I wrote on her desk before continuing on to the break room. I came back with a fresh cup of coffee to see her seated at her desk reading the note I had left. She looked up at me with that wicked smile I had seen before on her. She then turned back to her desk with a sheet of blank paper and a pen. When I returned from lunch I found the note she had written. Reading it made certain I would not be getting out of my chair for a while. It said: " I like everything you have done so far, but why have you been so reserved? This told me that I have not gone too far; if fact I now knew that I haven't been going far enough. That needed to change tonight, but how? I had already gone way past what I thought was normal. I had even exposed her for anyone to see. I thought I had brought her close to orgasm a couple of times in public, even if there was no one around. She did seem to enjoy having people around. Maybe that was the key. Playing back the events of the past couple of weeks in my mind, I had been concerned about staying hidden from view of others, but whenever I slipped and wasn't as discreet as I thought I should be is when she responded more passionately. Things only slowed down when I was more concerned about her privacy and trying to hide what we were doing. Knowing that, what can I do about it? There is a real fear of getting arrested. Didn't my fear almost ruin everything the other day? Ten minutes until 5 o'clock and Sheila headed towards the rest room. There never were too many people on the floor where she and I worked, only a few other timid accountants like us and they still had their heads down looking at numbers. I got up and walked to the rest room. I looked around and there was no one looking up; it was still two minutes until five. The ladies room door opened and Sheila stepped out. She didn't see me until after I had my hand on her breast. I gave her breast a squeeze and released it. She looked me in the eye and slowly started to smile. We both walked back to our cubicles to get our things and then we headed towards the door. Walking towards the subway station I rested my hand where it had been for these last few days. I couldn't think of anyway to be more overt and as we walked. I tried to think of ways to expose Sheila to the view of strangers, but nothing new came to my mind. We boarded the train and found our respective spots. This time when I raised the back of her skirt, I moved to one side slightly and started my caresses along her crease all the while holding her skirt up for all to see that today she wore blue panties and they were rapidly getting wet. I positioned myself behind her and pressed my groin and it's hardness against her butt. I then used both hands to un-tuck her blouse and lift it over her breasts. I could tell in her reflection that her nipples were hard. I didn't cover them with my hands yet to allow the passengers on either side of us to get a view and those behind us to see her breasts reflected in the glass. I turned her around and started to play with her breasts. I was just starting to suck on one of her nipples when the train started to slow. She pulled away from me and made her way slowly towards the exit. She reached her hand behind her to make sure I was there and gripped my hardness. We left the train. There were only three others who got off the train at this stop and one was ahead of us, so when I turned her around to raise her blouse and expose her naked breasts there were only two people who could have seen her other than those still on the train. Neither person gave any indication that they noticed, but Sheila started to quiver. She recovered and started the walk towards her apartment. I was beside her with my hand stoking her ass. We arrived at her building and she entered the code then paused. I reached around her and gripped her breasts, she allowed me into the building and headed towards the stairs. I remained one step behind her so I could both watch and play with her ass. I kept a finger extended between her legs as she climbed the stairs feeling the sway of her hips against my hand and finger. She slowed on occasion and I pushed my finger deeper between her legs. She stopped at one point and I raised her skirt and replaced my hand and finger back in their respective spots. She was very wet. We reached her floor and she headed towards her apartment. She unlocked the door and turned around dislodging my hand. I wasted no time and raised her blouse again. I took one nipple into my mouth and before she could move I wrapped my arm around her again grabbing her ass. My other hand raised her skirt in the front and slid my hand under. I found her panties and they were wet. I raised my hand until I felt flesh and then slide my hand inside of her panties. She almost melted in my arms. If I hadn't been holding her she would have fallen onto the floor. I pushed us into her apartment and then released her. She took a moment to collect herself then walked into a room off to the left. I followed. It was her bedroom, very Spartan, like mine, and what I expected. I stood in the door way as she moved to the interior of the room and started to remove her clothes. She pulled her blouse over her head and placed into a container in the corner of the room. I can imagine it to be the dirty clothes hamper. She then removed her skirt and being Friday and the end of the workweek these also went into the container to be washed. She now stood before me wearing only the blue panties I saw before and showed the passengers on the subway train to see as well. She turned around and removed those bending over as she did so, She lifted each leg to free it from the leg holes of her panties and once both legs were freed, she hesitated in that pose bent over with her ass pointed at me. "Lovely," was all I could say and started to remove my clothes. She crawled onto the bed as if to present herself to me. I caressed her and sucked her nipples and ran my tongue lower. She spread her legs and I found her spot with my tongue. She moved with me, thrusting up to meet my tongue. Her quivering body told me that she wanted more. I climbed on top of her and found her sheath a perfect fit for my manhood. We enjoyed playing with each other's bodies for an hour. Our arousal and desire for each other had built up over the last two weeks and we were getting our fill. I rolled over to the side, breathing hard when I heard her say, "That was fabulous." We had passed another milestone in our intimacy; we now allowed each other to hear the sound of our voices. Once we passed this threshold, it seemed that the floodgates had opened and years of suppressing our voices came gushing forth. We talked about everything we liked, believed and wanted. After another hour of our verbal sex, Sheila commented that she had no food in the apartment and she normally orders a pizza on Fridays. "Sounds great," I said. She got online and pulled up the website for the pizzeria she normally uses. "This is the place I normally go to, they are fast and good. What do you like on your pizza?" Together we looked over the menu and surprisingly we liked the same type of pizza and the same toppings. She placed the order and turned to me. "It will be here in twenty minutes. We better get dressed. They are normally very fast with their deliveries." "Wait a minute." I said pinching her nipple. "You have been suppressing your desire to be exposed all of your life. It's only been the last few days that you have discovered how much you like that." Sheila looked at me with that naughty grim she had been developing, "What did you have in mind?" "How do you think you would feel if we didn't get dressed and just accepted the pizza from the delivery guy naked?" "Oh, I couldn't do that," she said, but her nipples became extremely hard and a flush spread over her face and chest. She squirmed on the bed highly aroused. "I think you could, and I think you actually want to, but think you shouldn't." A buzzer sounded and Sheila went to the intercom by the door. After a few words, she pressed the button opening the building door for the deliveryman. She glanced back at me and I said, "Do it." A knock at the door caused Sheila to take a deep breath before she opened the door wide. The deliveryman stared at her and she stared back for several seconds until he regained his senses and handed her a small clipboard with the credit card receipt for her to sign. She signed, returned the clipboard, and then accepted the box and her copy of the receipt. She turned around red faced, and very aroused with the box. She barely set it on the table before she collapsed onto a chair. "That had to be one of the more erotic things I have ever done." I joined her at the table and we enjoyed our dinner while we were both still naked. We talked about how we could expand what we did today. She was excited about the plan and we agreed that we were talking about doing things that we could not do at work or on the commute home. It would be too great of a risk to our jobs. We stayed naked the rest of the evening, enjoying sex once more before falling asleep. The next morning we looked though her closet and chose the most revealing outfit she owned. We headed out to start our new adventure together. We first stopped at a coffee shop for coffee and pastries. Sheila enjoyed the attention she received with her new look, but we had already decided that what she now wore although risqué was still too straight laced for our needs. We stopped off at a boutique we saw and purchased a see- through blouse and a short skirt. She changed clothes and we were off again. This time she got many more looks. We walked around the park and a couple of museums basking in the attention she got. As we sat down for lunch, I asked if we were going too far. "I'm loving this. I never knew I could be this aroused for this long. I never want this to stop." She replied with enthusiasm. "How would you feel if you removed your panties and flashed some of the men here?" I asked. The excitement on her face at hearing that suggestion was enough by itself to tell me she liked the idea, but when she reached under the table pulled off her underwear then placed her panties in front of me there was no doubt. I put her panties in my pocket and we continued to eat our lunch. She seemed to spend quite a bit of time looking around. This was very different behavior for a person who until quite recently spend her life looking at the floor in front of her. I liked the change. We enjoyed the rest of the day just walking around and displaying Sheila. By the time we got back to her apartment we were pleasantly exhausted. It was evening and we had bought a bottle of wine to share. The next morning I had to get back to my place for my weekend chores and Sheila had a list of things to do as well. We decided that we would get together on the weekends for fun and games leaving the workweek for the more boring task like laundry, and shopping. I headed home confident that the adventure was just beginning. I can still remember this vividly. It was the worst week I had to ever endure, and my mind thought the worse case scenario…but let me start at the beginning. It was warm July afternoon and I had just finished work. It was the weekend, so I headed over to my girlfriend’s apartment as I did every weekend. We had been together for almost a year now, and we still lived apart. The weekends were our time together. I worked night shifts, so we never saw each other during the week. We spent most of the rest of the day down at the beach, walking along the shore, eating ice cream. We laughed and held each other’s hand as most people in love do. Being apart for a week, we tried to catch up on all the things we weren’t able to do during the week. When the evening came, and after watching some movies, we settled down for our weekly love making session. I lay on the bed waiting for Tina to come out of the washroom. By this time I was fully aroused, anticipating the great session ahead of us. We always had great sex together, she was an animal in bed, and I loved every minute of it. She came in from the washroom and jumped onto the bed. She kissed my neck and ran her hand down to my throbbing cock. She gently squeezed it, pumping more blood into it. “Hummm, somebody missed me” she purred. I flipped her over, and pinned her down to the bed. I made my way down her stomach; my tongue tracing it’s way down to her bare pussy. She would shave it for me every Saturday morning, so it would be nice and smooth when I went down on her. My tongue slipped lower, and I felt her twitch as it touched her clit. I was started that way, a gentle lick, then I would move away. I licked her pussy just as I was instructed to do so. I knew how she liked it, but I let her direct me. My lips were now covered in her juices as her climax overtook her, her pussy pressing hard against my tongue. She moaned and twisted in bed, holding my head between her legs. I knew it would be my turn soon, as soon as she gets her breath back. I wasn’t disappointed. She shot up on the bed, grabbed my shoulders and threw me back. I never saw her so wild, obviously I had done something really right this time. She went down on me without taking a breather. Most unusual. Her lips smacked as she admired my hard member in front of her face. She took no time and swallowed it whole. Her tongue and warm mouth felt so good on my cock. She teasingly licked the shaft, stopping every now and then at the tip. This went on for what seemed hours, and I had to stop her several times. We had animalistic sex after that. We were bucking like wild beasts, slapping the headboard against the wall, moving the bed across the hardwood floor. I collapsed on top of her when we were done, and we fell asleep in that position. When I woke up in the morning, the bed was in the middle of the room, and Tina was preparing breakfast. We laughed about the bed, and wondered if the neighbors downstairs heard our session. We went out for the day, spending our time shopping along the main avenue, walking from shop to shop. When we returned to her place, we were both ready for a second go. This time, Tina took the initiative and started playing with my semi hard cock. Just as she was about to suck it, she stopped and looked nervous. I looked at her and asked her if everything was all right. “Look.” She simply said, pointing at my cock. I looked down and noticed three large bruises on my shaft and two large bumps on the tip. They didn’t hurt, but it disturbed the both of us tremendously. “Didn’t you notice them last night?” I asked, forgetting the lights were out, which she reminded me immediately. Being Sunday, we didn’t have much choice as far as being able to have the bruises and bumps checked out, so I got dressed and we tried not to worry about it, but they were always in the back of our minds. The following day, the bruises and bumps were still there, so I made an appointment with my general practitioner. Later that afternoon, I was in his office, my pants around my ankles. He examined the dilemma and ordered some tests. I was scared out of my mind. I couldn’t have contracted anything; Tina and I were both clean. Were could this have come from? I went for the necessary tests and the doctor told me he would call me as soon as he had any results, positive or negative. I didn’t like the sound of that. I went home, got ready for work and called Tina. I told her what the doctor has said and about the tests. I suggested she might want to do the same, and get herself checked out. Over the next few days, I periodically checked myself out and they were still there. They still didn’t hurt, but everything that could possibly have happened entered my head, but the main question was, where? Friday afternoon, I got a phone call from the doctor’s office, asking me to come in for the results. This was the moment I had been dreading. I hung up the receiver and put my jacket on. I anxiously waited in the doctor’s office when he entered. He looked at me and asked if the bruises and bumps had disappeared. I answered that they were still there and if he knew what it was. “Have you had intercourse lately?” he asked “Oh my god…I got some kind of disease don’t I? Yes, last week.” I was in shock. “And how did your partner use her mouth down there?” I looked a little sheepishly at his question. “Yes.” I answered. “Well, the tests came back negative, but you might want to tell your partner to not suck you so hard. You have broken blood vessels in you penis, and this is what caused the bruises and the bumps. You have a clean bill of health.” He explained. I looked at him, dumbfounded, and then I started to laugh. Tina had given me blood blowing blow job!!! I was heading to a club and got my 5'7" 140 lbs skinny sexy body all dolled up. I love to dress up and look like a hot woman since I have to spend my week as a boring man. I do compensate by having my ears, nipples, belly and tongue pierced. Ok it's more like I dress like a slut. I had on black thigh high stockings under my black leather thigh high boots with 4" heels. A super short and tight blue leather dress, it is so cute with thin shoulder straps and it hugs my body perfectly. I go out without padding any tits because I love my nipples rubbed. Under my sexy leather dress was an open cup black corset with garter straps and black boy shorts. I always feel so sexy in corsets because they trim my waist down to an hourglass. This one allows my nipple rings to be exposed. It's so hot! Tonight I had on my red bob wig and some heavy sexy make up. I added some accessories like big silver hoop earrings, silver hoop bracelets, silver rings to accent my painted nails and topped it with a sexy black choker. I was all set with my purse packed with my goodies for the night, some lube and condoms along with my touch up make up. I was going to a local alternative club that ranged from gay and lesbian to CD's and Transvestites. First however I had to stop at my office. It was very late on Saturday night and I knew no one would be there. I pulled in the parking lot and it was dark inside. I grabbed my key card and walked up. The click of my heels on the pavement was intoxicating and made me feel extra sexy. As I approached the large glass building I looked at my reflection as I strutted up. It turned me on to see the sexy woman walking up, and it was me. I swiped my card and walked down the hall to my office and swiped again to get in. I went to my desk to retrieve the items I needed when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I froze as my back was to the door. "Can I help you?" I slowly turned and saw Tim the guy in the office next to me staring at me. I didn't say anything, what could I say? Tim is a good-looking guy in his late thirties. He was over six foot and had a nice athletic body. He is married and has been at the office about five years longer than me. I was pretty new and only 27. "This is a private office and I'd like to know what the f..." His words trailed off. Oh shit he recognized me. "Evan?" "What the fuck are you doing man?" I tried to give some lame excuse of doing this on a dare but he didn't buy it. Tim slowly walked up to me and pushed me against the wall. What was he doing, my mind raced! "This is a very interesting situation, isn't it?" "The question is how are you going to handle it?" As he spoke his hands roamed up my sides touching my dress and to my chest. I was becoming very hot as he spoke and touched me. "Are you going to be a good girl and play along, or are you going to make this difficult and make me take what I want?" I was definitely not resisting this one as my hands lifted and I found his cock, which was very hard at this point. "Good girl, so what does my slut like to be called?" "Katie" I replied. Tim then planted his lips to mine and shoved his tongue roughly into my mouth. This lit a fire of passion in me and I knew I had to have this man in every way. Our kiss broke and I slid down his body and began to undo his pants, pulling them down and exposing his beautiful cock. It stood straight out pointing at me. I was on my knees in my office, my leather dress sliding up exposing my stocking tops and garters, ready to suck the cock of a co-worker. I took hold of his steel rod and wrapped my painted nailed fingers around it. It was so hot with veins running through it and was totally engorged. I licked my lips and pressed my mouth to it allowing it to slid in and penetrate me. Tim let out a moan as it slid over my tongue to the back of my throat. I was getting excited and letting out sexy little moans. I held my lips tight and pulled it back out slowly and then pushed it back in once again. As I sucked his cock I looked up at him with sexy eyes. I knew he was enjoying himself as I worked his cock hard. I pulled it out completely and ran my tongue around his head and down the shaft. I then put my mouth on his balls and began to suck and lick on them as I jacked his dick. I was a total slut and loved the feeling it was giving me. My tongue ran up his shaft yet again and put him back in my mouth bobbing up and down. Saliva mixed with his delicious pre-cum dripped from my lips. When this happened I would pull him out and stroke as I licked my lips in a sexy way looking into his eyes. "Do you want to fuck my tight hole Tim?" He nodded and I went back to sucking him hard for a couple of more minutes. I pulled him from my lips causing it to make a pop sound. I grabbed the zipper of my dress pulled it down, letting my dress fall to the floor. Tim's eyes widened as he looked at my corseted body, my nipples hard and exposed. I then took my panties off letting my little girl cock spring free. Tim's eyes were glued to me as I walked to my desk and I retrieved my lube. I put some on my hands and began to rub it into my little hole. I motioned for Tim to come over and like a good boy he did. I knew I was in total control now. I grabbed his cock and rubbed the lube all over it. My ass was good and ready to receive him. I bent over my desk and told him to go slow at first. He was a good lover and did just as he was told. Tim put his cock head to my boy pussy and pushed in till my ass gave way. Once the head popped in he stopped and waited for further instructions. I grabbed the desk and nodded as I moaned giving him the go ahead to have me. Tim grabbed my hips and began to push into me. Holy shit his dick was perfect. All those veins made for a wonderful feeling inside of me. He held my hips and began sliding his cock in and out of me. We both moaned in pleasure as he fucked me. The tempo increased, I could not take it any more and began to rub my girl cock. I wanted to cum and I was going to cum quickly. As Tim held my hips and fucked me my orgasm built. Suddenly as he was fucking me I could hold out no more and I began to shoot hot cum all over the side of my desk. My ass squeezed tight like a vise on Tim's cock. I felt him tense also as he pushed in one last time and blew a huge hot load into me. He just held me tight with his dick buried deep inside of me. I finally stopped shooting as Tim groaned and squeezed his last drops into me. Exhausted he let out a huge sigh. "Oh my FUCKING god that was hot!" Tim smiled as I spoke in between moans. "It was baby" Tim replied, "but I have to go." As he spoke Tim pulled his cock out of me and pulled his pants up. Before I could say anything he was out the door as I was still bent over my desk with cum dripping from my well-fucked ass. I thought about what had happened and what events may come before getting dressed to head to the club. |
Taraniyah and Sonja / The Affinity Syndrome (c) Sappholust2014 Taraniyah was the new surgical resident on the floor. The mid western hospital was completely overwhelmed with patients being shipped from Seattle after the devastation of the major west coast earthquakes. Bodies were piling up in the morgues all over town, scientists couldn't get a handle on predicting when the shaking would stop. Millions of people from Vancouver to Los Angeles were dead and not enough hospitals were working on the coast to handle the overflow. On top of that devastation, heavy rains had flooded the Mississippi river plains in the Southwest and a series of killer hurricanes were approaching the Eastern seaboard. Absolutely no one in America was unaffected by this turmoil and scientists and government hacks were completely in agreement that global warming was causing the floods and storms. The earthquakes of course, were just part of living on an active planet which was finally getting even, it seemed, for being dumped on too long. At 29 this woman who said she grew up in Palestine and was trained in South Africa, Germany and Switzerland, was nothing anyone had seen before. Her sculpted face was too perfect for starters. Her legs went on for days and her hips were extremely voluptuous. This woman was going to attract all sorts of other doctors, and professionals around her when she worked. Besides all the physical manifestations of Taraniyah, she was not from this planet at all. Taraniyah was part of rescue mission for earth sent by a friendly, non invading place called Prime690. The number was just that, a designation. Just like earth was given its name historically by scientists thousands of years ago, Prime690 came about due to seeding by other comets and asteroids hundreds of thousands of years ago. Prime690 was an older planet than earth and had evolved in different ways. For one, men of this planet had become completely subservient to all the women and the rulers, all women had observed earth and its up coming demise for decades. The experienced planet had made its move to try to save earth from itself, using a dedicated influx of highly skilled healers of all kinds. The controlling parties on Prime690 had no plans for an invasion of any kind. Spacecraft were not used to transport around the universe by the enlightened beings. Accessing the time/space continuum and worm holes was the only way to move people and it was still very dangerous, and not much materiel could be transported safely. Many of these aliens were men and women who shared with Taraniyah, one common trait; They were all bisexual and enjoyed sex until they were exhausted and had pleased their partner multiple times. Sexual relations and multiple climaxes were common in the course of an average day, and no sexual phobias or diseases ever caused problems on their planet. As healers, the aliens could also heal deep psychological and neurological diseases and dysfunctions. Taraniyah was just one of thousands who had mysteriously appeared out of nowhere in a period of a few weeks, just when they were desperately in demand. No one questioned where they were from, when they observed the attitude, professionalism and inherent love of humanity these people had, they were immediately accepted and respected. They were all given good cover stories and credentials in their fields which included: environmental sciences, emergency management, medicine and agriculture. The overall plan was just humanitarian, and if an alien wanted to bring someone back it was allowed but the issues of quarantine and cultural shock were something to be dealt with in a serious manner. In the operating room, Dr Taraniyah Respelchi used techniques to heal people which no other surgeon knew about yet. As a thoracic surgeon, she could stop bleeding using healing techniques honed by generations of her family on Prime690. Her speed in cauterizing and removing bad tissue and her inherent knowledge of the human anatomy, which was the same as hers, was unique. Taraniyah was not a super woman however. She got tired and distressed and cried quite a bit on her time off in the lounge and over dinner with other doctors. The demolition of the planet was becoming all to obvious to her, and she wondered, mostly to herself, if it would be possible to save earth at all. Her girlfriend Sonja was from Turkey and had just completed her surgical residence at the hospital when the disasters began. Sonja befriended Tara as she called her and the two women became close friends. Sonja had her doubts about Tara. She thought she was a great doctor but when she worked in the Syria field hospitals, she knew how fast PTSD could set in and ruin good doctors's lives. Sonja was considered a very talented surgeon by her superiors and was also a knockout of woman physically. Her dark straight hair, almost always kept up for work was long and flowed over her firm well toned shoulders. Sonja enjoyed working out in the local gym before her shift to keep her body in form and her mind sharp. She swam for about an hour each day and she enjoyed spin biking as well, so her musculature was in top shape. Sonja caught everyone's attention with her abundant breasts and narrow waist. The surgeons had a rest area room set with bunk beds and a small kitchenette set up on one of least busy floors of the hospital. Only the resident surgeons had the key code for the lock and it was kept off bounds to everyone else even the administration. Sonja opened the door to the rest area room to find her friend Tara weeping on the bed. Tara confided in her about her overwhelming fear that the disasters were increasing, the wounded people coming in increasing numbers and were in worse shape than just a few days ago and her sense was that time was running out. "Sonja can I trust you with a very important secret?" Tara asked her friend. "Yes of course, you know me, you can trust me, what's going on?" Sonja was very worried about Tara. She placed her hand on her back and gave her a light rub, feeling her back muscles so tight and rigid. "Sonja, I know something about this planet, and you would think I'm totally mad but I have to tell someone so I can rest already!" Sonja wanted to sit next to her and took off her white jacket but just as she was removing it, the sharp side of tool she sometimes left in her deep pocket slipped out and cut her just above the wrist. It was a very minor cut but Tara saw the blood start to form and took it as a sign. "Sonja, you see you just cut yourself?" "Its nothing," "Yes, I know, but let me show you something," Tara said, holding her arm gently. Some blood was coming out of the slight wound, on her wrist but not much. A small bead of blood began to roll down towards her hand as Tara told Sonja to sit next to her and give Tara the wounded arm. Sonja sat next to her and let Tara touch her. Tara placed two fingers over the one inch wound and looked into Sonja's eyes. Tara's hand warmed quickly to Sonja's touch, it almost burned and when Tara took her fingers away, just a few seconds later, there was no indication of any wound at all. "Wow!, Oh my God, you are amazing!" "Sonja, I have to tell you something very important, listen to me," Tara was very serious. Tara told her everything right there. The young doctor from Turkey was spellbound afterwards but something else happened. When Tara healed her, she felt a very strong affinity for the older doctor. She wanted to hold her and kiss her, for the rest of the evening, but they both had to sleep and be awake in just 6 hours for multiple surgeries. Tara knew about the "affinity syndrome" as she called it. She reached over and kissed Sonja on her lips, their tongues engaged instantaneously. In twenty seconds they were both undressing each other. Clothes came off quickly, smells didn't matter they knew they were supposed to get some rest and somehow they would. But first Tara wanted to make love to Sonja so bad, her clit was sticking out a good 10 millimeters beyond its usual position. Tara's pouting breasts and dark brown nipples were too much for Sonja to just see, she had to suck them and feel them in he mouth, naked and in each other's arms. "Sonja oh, yes, suck my tits, I love what you're doing," Tara caressed her face and they kissed again and again, more passionately each time. Sonja felt her warmth down below growing for this woman, she was bi and had many women lovers over the course of her 35 years, but none as gorgeous as Tara. The bed was way too small for them but they made due, Sonja held onto the post while Tara went down on her pussymound, parting her thighs so slowly and carefully taking her womanhood in her mouth. It was true heaven! Sonja arched her back and humped her wetness into Tara's mouth as the woman moved her tongue with exacting precision and unbelievable speed. Tara grabbed Sonja's ass and pulled it toward her, sliding her mouth up and down. Then she inserted two fingers into the Sonja's tight, wet cavern and gave a great finger fuck while her tongue lapped at her engorged clitoris. "Unnnghh, oh yes Tara, yes YES! It feels SO Fuckin' GOOD'!" Sonja cried in pure lust. This person who had told her she was not of this earth, seemed so right for her, she couldn't care if she devoured her afterwards! Sonja's hips were flowing in the same direction as Tara's intense energy, as she gobbled and sucked her swollen love knob into a frothy orgasmic release. Sonja's body got so warm, she was sweating profusely as she felt wave upon wave of love for Tara wash over her. She cried and laughed, tried to caress and reached out to hold this woman who had brought her to a height she'd never felt or even fantasized about before! After her intense series of orgasms, they kissed again and again, holding one another so close. Tara licked her sweat, took in her smells and knew she was falling in love for her first time. Tara got up and made sure the internal lock on the door was closed and took something out of her bag. IT appeared as a white veil but much longer and wider. She extended it to a pipe on the ceiling with one throw of her hand. The material was soft and transparent, yet not of this world. "Come inside this enclosure with me now, Sonja and I want to love you in ways you haven't experienced before!" The transparent cocoon allowed for total movement and had its own ventilation system also. The two women kept on caressing, kissing and sucking on each others' breasts and nipples. Tara took a phallus from her bag and it somehow just attached to her body and she began entered Sonja carefully, lovingly separating her labia with the hard phallus which felt exactly like a man's hard cock with veins and everything. Tara grabbed her ass and fucked her hard as their tits rubbed against each other their arms around each others' neck, the cloth cocoon closed around them and sealed them while Tara's unbelievably strong body took her to a place she had wanted to go with a woman, but had never experienced before. Tara's hips began to vibrate and rotate wildly,her breasts bounced like some stripper on runway and finally a gush of her sweet orgasmic juices flooded around the phallus and drenched Sonja's body. Kisses, tears and the obvious scent of pussy juices filled the rest area room as the cocoon fell away and Tara laid down to sleep, with her new lover and trusted friend Sonja in her arms. The both fell into a sound sleep for the rest of the night. In the morning, a knock on the door awoke both of them as they got dressed quickly and went their own ways. Later that day Sonja texted Tara and they made plans to live together in Tara's apartment. It was the beginning of Tara's education into human love and sexuality on the earth, a place she'd come to save from destruction. "Dammit." Josh saw the line of blue exhaust smoke coming over the hill and knew it meant trouble. Annoying Annie was on her way over. Every day since she got that beat-up pick-up Annie drove the twenty miles of dirt road to his place, just to bug him. Girls were so damn annoying. Her old truck pulled up in a cloud of sputtering smoke. Annie jumped out dressed like a tomboy, wearing her usual baggy tee shirt and britches. "Joshy my truck's clucking like a chicken again. Could you fix it please?" "Again?" Hey sighed. "Okay Annie pop the hood and let me look." The hood popped up. Josh grabbed a wrench and bent over the engine. Annie bent over right next to him, wiggling her little butt in the air. Josh unbolted the air cleaner. "Gee something smells funny?" Annie giggled. "Oh I bought some perfume 'Midnight Mango.' It cost a dollar, do you like it?" "Um... I dunno." The girl rubbed her face against his so he could smell her perfume. Josh pulled away. "Dammit Annie don't do that...'cause it makes me feel all weird and tingly down there." Annie's mouth dropped. "I declare Joshy—that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!" She peeked his cheek. Josh grunted and went back to fixing the old truck. "Here's your problem Annie. Someone stuck a bobby pin in the carburetor." ".. oh gee." Annie grinned. "So what you wanna do now Joshy?" "Go fishin'." "No let's play the Spy Game. We haven't played that in ages." "Nope Annie. I'm packing up my truck and going fishin'. That game is boring." "It won't be boring this time. Let's play it again please? PLEASE!!" Josh watched Annie jumping up and down like she had to go pee. Something about the jumping girl made his thingy jump too... Being home schooled all his life Josh didn't know much about girls, or what girls were good for. "C'mon Joshy tie me to the tree." Annie held out the rope. "Let's play the Spy Game." "Okay-okay we'll play one time. Then I have to go fishin'." "Can I go fishing with you?" "Nope. It ain't the same with a girl. Now hold still so we can get this over with." Josh wrapped the rope around Annie's waist, smelling her syrupy perfume. The oddly erotic scent of Midnight Mango made his cock tingle. After tying her securely to the tree Commander Josh began the interrogation. "We know you're a commie spy— Natasha!" Annie squirmed. "No! Let me go! I'm innocent!" "Look Commie we got proof you're a spy." Josh unrolled an imaginary scroll. "Confess or be tortured." "Torture me! Torture me all you want!" Annie struggled against the ropes, tossing her ponytail around, twisting her little butt and bumping her jiggly chest up and down... up and down... "Holy shit..." Josh stepped back. Watching the impish girl bounce and wiggle and jiggle made his prick swell and burn. He rubbed it. Annie whispered. "Joshy this time you can do it with my top off... if you want...?" Josh almost croaked. "Really Annie?" She nodded. Josh gently touched her tee shirt. Annie didn't move. With his hands trembling he lifted her top. It rose up her belly slowly, revealing her cute belly button. He lifted higher and out jiggled her perky tits and pointy pink nipples. Wow, he'd never seen real titties before. "...do you like my boobies?" "Gosh Annie. I never knew you had real titties... and real pretty nipples." The girl blushed. "You can touch them if you want." "Sure I want!" He gently rubbed Annie's precious tits. The girl fidgeted when he kneaded her soft titty flesh in his fingers and flipped her springy nipples up and down. Annie's nipples swelled and Josh couldn't resist kissing a puffy nipple. "Don't Josh, just your hands." But Josh's mouth was thirsty—titty thirsty. It came down, sucking her lemon sized boob and pink gummy nipple. Annie jumped. "No Josh!" But he couldn't stop. Annie twisted in the ropes. When Josh sucked her other tit Annie twisted so harder her britches fell down. "Oops..." The girl looked down at her exposed panties. Josh looked too. Through the sheer fabric he saw the mysterious outline of her dark pink slit. "Pull up my britches, please Joshy?" Shaking his head and unable to control himself Josh grabbed her panties and yanked them down. Annie froze. Josh stared at her naked pussy. He'd never seen a naked pussy before— it was awesome! "Don't stare at it Josh, you make me feel funny." The girl tried to squeeze her thighs together to cover herself. Watching her wiggling pussy made his boner hard as a hickory stick... He touched her pink slit— Annie blushed neon red. Josh decide to kiss Annie's lips while rubbing her soft peach fuzz. It seemed so natural, kissing a girl while feeling her fuzzy slit. Soon his finger found her girl hole and slipped inside, feeling Annie from the inside. She groaned as her pussy muscles gripped at his invading finger... Suddenly his aching boner ripped his zipper. And at that moment Josh knew what girls were good for! He released his swollen, throbbing, incredibly hard manhood. The girl turned pale. "Gosh Josh— It's HUGE!" "Annie I need to put it in you... I NEED YOUR PUSSY!" Biting her lip Annie nodded slowly. Josh brought his stiff prick up to her moist pussy lips and pushed in. "Ouchy it hurts!" Josh pressed harder, his cockhead piercing Annie's virgin hole. "Ouch..." He kissed her soft lips, squeezed her perky tits and pushed deeper. Josh felt the teenage girl squirm as his cock pumped in and out of her tight clinging folds. "Ungh Annie... I ain't never... ungh... felt anything so sweet... ungh... as your pussy..." The girl smiled and wrapped her skinny legs around his thrusting hips. Josh squeezed her tiny titties and humped faster. "Oh gosh Josh... you're sooo hard... oooh Joshy!" His cock pushed deep, eager to explore every inch of Annie's secret hole. And Josh realized he was fucking— yes actually fucking a real girl! Little Annie moaned as he fucked harder, her juicy pussy folds grasping his plunging shaft. After a few more humps, little Annie jolted and trembled like she was dying. "Ooh... Ooh... OOOOH JOSHY!! As the naked girl squirmed Josh felt his balls churn... Then his cock spurted— spewing gobs of hot goo into Annie's spasming love-hole, spurt after spurt until his balls emptied. Wow. A long minute later he pulled out, watching red tinged goo drip from her swollen slit. Little Annie watched it too. "...did you like it Joshy?" "Oh yes..." They both blushed and looked away. "Um Annie... you wanna go fishin' with me?" "Oh yes-yes Joshy!" The girl kissed his lips. "Unless you wanna go skinny dippin' instead... and play with my naughty parts again?" "HELL YES!!" "Um Josh... can you untie me now? I have to go pee." "Can I watch?" "Sure!" |
_Copyright PennameWombat May 2020_ _The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work._ _This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental._ _This is a sequel to the "Carole" series, 'Carole at the Art Lecture,' 'Carole at Dinner' and 'Carole at Work & Play,' in (respectively) 'Erotic Couplings,' 'NonHuman' and 'Science Fiction.' This is also a sequel to the Halloween Contest 2019 story, 'A Tale of Two Parties' in Erotic Horror. While those tales will provide a deeper grounding to the characters and action, this tale can be read on its own as well._ _Tags: Alien, Anal Sex, Blow job, Cum Swallowing, Cunnilingus, Exhibitionism, FFM, First time, Light bondage, Mature_ ***** The Planet "Come back to bed, lover," the woman said as she sat up in the low light and let the blanket fall to her waist, her large, perfectly round and firm breasts exposed, their areolas only light pink but still in sharp contrast to her alabaster skin. Her long, straight dark brown hair was sleep-mussed and tangled about her round face, her bright green, almond-shaped eyes half- lidded, her face a crooked smile. "Your mouth, your tits, that slight tilt of your head," the man said as he looked at her from his seated position next to the window and its raised blinds, his face almost a smile, a light robe pulled over his shoulders, "you are so very hot." He looked back through the window into the black, then down at the blue, green, brown and white globe moving slowly below them. "But the voice, Anna. Always the voice." She tilted her head as he went silent and watched the globe for almost a minute. "You want your lover to come back to bed," he said softly, then pitched his voice into a slow, breathy pace, "my love, come, we still have time. I need you, one more time." She again tilted her head first to one side, then the other, as if her ears could replay his speech. "I need you," she said as she tried to breathe simultaneously, "in me. Please, lover, the days will soon be long before we'll be together again." He smiled sadly, the incongruously flat tone in such opposition to the actual words, and even more that there was actual feeling behind them. She had learned. Learned well. Almost frighteningly well. That he glided above the globe hidden in plain sight with an exotically beautiful and sensual female about to welcome him back to bed should've been a highlight but his doubts held him back. He stood and walked across the soft, yielding surface, dropped the robe to reveal his nakedness, his prick already anticipated its treatment. The blanket revealed more of her excellent figure as she slid to the edge of the bed and looked up at him as her tongue swirled the quivering glans before it and her lips traced the length of his shaft. He pulled his hips back slightly and she twisted her head just enough to allow him to push his erect flesh into her mouth, her eyes were open, that green that was so much on his mind these days, they met his brown eyes. He felt her cheeks and throat constrict to hold him at full depth. She held her breath and he felt no exhale. She pulled and pushed and brought saliva to enhance the slickness. Despite his mood his breath became choppy. Her voice the outlier, he knew her affection wasn't purely acting or a sense of duty as the warmth of her touches, her kisses and her fucks were very real. He surrendered to her affection as he pulled his hips back and bent at the waist, her lips joined his, the soft, tender meeting a universe away from her first, fumbling efforts. She rolled onto her back, pulled him on top as she splayed her legs at the hips and bent her knees. Before his arrival and for the first near to two years he'd never been with a woman within an inch or even three or four of his six feet. Since then he'd not been with any but. He felt the growing moisture as he slid his erection between his lover's labia as she rocked her pelvis. Her tongue softly probed at his lips and his tongue, then it slid along his lower lip and circled his tongue to his upper lip. He was impressed, he'd done something like that to her once, some while ago. She forgot nothing. On his backstroke she shifted her hips up to place the swollen head of his shaft at her now wet opening, his next push drawn as if by gravity into the heat of her flesh. He felt the solidity of her breasts and their firm but small nipples against his upper chest, a need to reach slightly to continue kissing as they fucked. Every so often he wondered if teaching her to lick, suck, fuck, was treason. But then he reminded himself, invisible satellites, stealth shuttles, artificial and anti-gravity. The nanomachines he'd discovered which was the primary reason for him being here. Since the main part of their plan was to, more or less, fuck the planet into submission, why not. Much worse was possible. He returned his attention to his slightly flagging cock just before his lover noticed and he quickly doubled his pace, their breathing fast through their noses and joined mouths, her arms tight around his shoulder blades, the blankets thrown off of the bed by her legs. The Shuttle [May, 1981] In a kidnapping the last thing you should do is allow your abductors to take you away, Peter Miller recalled from some combination of books, movies or possibly advice from any one of the ne'er do wells, thugs and gangbangers among his immediate and extended families. Once you're in their car you're off the grid. If you're not of value to someone ELSE then any reasons for being taken don't cycle back to the captors being interested in returning you to a someone else. But in war, fighting to the last man is not usually the rational strategy. Books? Movies? Whatever. 'They died with their boots on' is heroic bosh. This situation seemed to fall into the latter category. The 'female' of the pair held the 'phaser,' the shock weapon, at a relaxed angle, not pointed AT him but poised in case he moved. Likewise, the man, or whatever, had his face pointed toward him. Their eyes were still shielded with the dark glasses but it wasn't difficult to know that Carole was of little immediate attention. That all made sense, Peter mused, since at least the'male' appeared a clear physical match for a young, fit, six-foot adult male human with some experience fighting, the petite five-foot-and-a-smidge Carole couldn't be of even passing interest in a physical confrontation. Whether it was simply that, or whether she was still their agent, he didn't know. His lover's distress was beyond physical reaction. Clearly these 'people' were the parties she'd talked around since that night at La Caille. Her reaction when they appeared and her clear distress now, her tight face, her vise grip on his hand, were not improved by the G-forces but this was nothing like the films and stories of astronauts being bounced and shaken. Their rise was gentle and smooth. He saw that her nipples were exposed, the force of acceleration the first time much anything shifted her large, peerless breasts covered only by her skimpy pink crop top. Her beautiful legs were well exposed by her tiny blue skirt. He couldn't hear any fans, but the smell of their recent, active sex seemed muted and drained so there was some sort of circulation. And what was happening was clearly with technology unknown. But that had been obvious as soon as this shuttle had appeared, floating and invisible atop a rock wall in the middle of the little park in a densely packed suburb surrounded by a major city. That had been the moment his thoughts of kidnapping had changed to thoughts of war. At his first sight of this pair he'd known they were muscle. That they were both in near-black clothes that covered everything but their faces and hands, pale, pale skin with their dark brown hair, the woman's in a bun, the man's a buzz cut, both in opaque dark sunglasses, had solidified that opinion. Even with their strange looks that didn't mean they weren't just a couple of hoods thinking he could lead them to his brother's stashes. But the shuttle. THEIR shuttle. It was small, from what he'd gleaned before they were 'invited' in, something like the size of a pickup truck. It had been unnoticed until the rear gate opened for them, in those few moments he discerned that looking AT it was like looking through the heat haze that was common in the summer. Transparent but not quite invisible. But that it was a shuttle that only existed in science fiction seemed to indicate so should its apparent owners. And that had finally unlocked his memory. He'd seen near twins to these two, on Halloween. Laurel and Hardy. That Cat had been of little interest then or now but their real charge had been Anna. He smiled tightly for an instant as he ran the memory of that night he'd met Anna. That night the two 'guards' who were relatives of these hadn't spoken, had seemed little more than automatons. These two were more animated but like the first two were clearly capable of violence. He wasn't sure, but that seemed to indicate Anna would be at the end of this journey. Was Halloween then, not random? He wasn't sure. He'd not been there when Cat had scouted the first party, unless they knew of his connection to Dave, Roger and Jeanie. But. Those were thoughts for later. Assuming there was a later. The space they were in held their four chairs. Each was high-backed, clearly sized to support the tall, rangy beings who were their captors. Peter was comfortably seated, his six foot height well supported in the cushioned surface in the couple of G's from their acceleration, although when standing he and their captors couldn't stand straight. The chair seemed to have adapted itself as well to the petite Carole. The chairs were angled, all faced an imaginary point at the center of the chamber, its walls featureless grey. A subtle line to his left indicated what he assumed was a door to the cockpit or what passed for it. No point light source, the entire 'ceiling' seemed to glow to imbue the room with a soft natural-light glow. Strangest was the movement. They were going 'up,' but there'd been no blast, no obvious rocket or other engine noise. Once buckled in and the gate closed the shuttle simply rose. So he was a prisoner of war. There had been no dishonor in surrendering. There was no dishonor in allowing himself to be taken to wherever they were going and finding out as much information as he could about his captors. They could just kill him. But he highly doubted that. That weapon could've been set to kill, not the stun setting she'd used on him and Carole, the wielder of the weapon had said. Another Halloween night vision, of a woman in a black cloak in spasms as blood flowed from her mouth, nose and ears. And in any case, that monster could've simply broken his neck. Done. Go home. Crack open cold ones. Job well done. They wanted him alive. They certainly would want Carole alive. Whatever hold they'd had on her had been frayed. They'd want to know why. How. Whether they wanted them alive and together was of academic interest but as it was likely out of his control, he had to let whatever would happen, happen, and hope to react. His stomach lurched as the acceleration ended the illusion of weight, quickly replaced by a feeling of rising, blocked by the straps, as much lighter acceleration in the opposite direction started. A panel opened on the side of his and Carole's chairs, a face mask in easy reach. "Braking maneuver?" he directed his question at the woman. "Sure you've never been in space? Yes," she said in that affectless tone but seemingly impressed, "we'll be weightless very soon. Please use the mask if the need arises. Has a vacuum hose attached. It'll save you the effort of cleaning up the mess later." Her smile made him think she'd enjoy making him clean up the mess. But he still took it as sufficiently good news that he'd be alive for at least a little while yet. His lover's grip had gone limp, he slowly squeezed Carole's hand until she returned the gesture and they found a comfortable pressure. "And here I thought my roommate springing on me the need to cook breakfast for fifteen people and serve it up with the hottest waitress in town made for a strange day," Peter said as he caught Carole's eye and they turned to look at each other, her face morphed to a soft, sad smile at the memory, her cheeks streaked. He turned and looked at their captors. "I'm guessing I don't even know what strange really is." Queen Anna [May, 1981] "I'm orbiting the Earth on a ship out of science fiction," Peter said aloud without caring if his audience listened as the latest Laurel and Hardy pair led him into a small room, these two in dark blue crisply pressed suits and their darkly opaque glasses in place, "but you guys must watch the same cop shows us primitives do..." The room was a square about 12 feet on each side with a small table in the center and a single chair on the far and near sides. The walls were plain and the same grey color of much of the structure. The door was in the left hand corner of the room as he faced in. "Please have a seat," the female muscle, again Laurel for any of the guard females, said as she pointed to the far chair. He shrugged at her mechanicalvoice, stepped around the table and sat down. It had a slightly padded seat and the back sloped to offer an odd but not uncomfortable angle. He had on one of the two-piece garments. The sleeves were short but the pants long and the ship's controlled environment made them comfortable. That they'd had them in the closet and in the perfect sizes upon their arrival a couple of days ago annoyed but hadn't surprised Peter. Carole mostly remained in what he took as shock and he'd managed little more than to get her to eat minimal meals and drink water. The male muscle, always Hardy, they never corrected him, stepped outside as Laurel stood alongside the door. He thought he heard soft discussion in the hallway, as he squinted a young woman stepped into the room. His eyebrows went up. She had to be about five and a half feet, clearly shorter than the guards but taller than Carole and dressed in a garment similar to his, only it was blush pink in color. Her hair was dark brown and pulled back into a loose ponytail and what skin was visible was paler than Carole's and without variation or marks. Her face was just slightly pudgy and her figure seemed slender but with breasts and hips that with tighter clothes would likely be impressive. Her eyes were very, very green, but without Carole's variations. She was attractive, no, yes, she was, but, there was something, off kilter. The shape of her eyes? The way she moved? She seemed to be late-teens but not more than twenty but beyond that he ran out of guesses. She stood at the corner of the table. "Paetor," she said in a soft but firm alto but without intonation, "would you like some coffee? Freshly brewed." Peter finally noticed the tray she carried, a carafe and two mugs, with what he took to be a container of milk and sugar cubes. He blinked, looked at Laurel who shrugged almost imperceptibly then back at the, um, waitress? "Better than the machine in our room?" Peter wondered about sarcasm, would they detect it? "Oh, yes," the young woman said, the slightest hiss on her's,' "this is the Queen's." Peter heard the word but hadn't noticed a change in her voice at the word. A title? "In that case, definitely," he tapped the table, she smiled broadly and set the tray down, "Milk or sugar?" 'Meilk?' Sugar sounded more like'shugar' but it wasn't really a lisp. "No, just black," he said lightly, "like my heart." Her face scrunched at that as she apparently tried to process the words but she was good, expertly filled a mug then placed it in front of him. Her posture didn't seem to indicate she was worried he'd attack her, the table between him and Laurel, Hardy still outside, he'd get to her if he'd wanted. But beyond being taken into orbit they'd been treated well, no reason to antagonise anyone. Yet at least. Besides, the coffee smelled good. Beyond good. "Thank you, um," Peter halted, "don't know your name." "Kim," her smile was back, her lips slightly apart, white teeth that looked normal, "I'll return soon, but pleashe help yourself if you'd like more." "Thanks, Kim," he lifted the mug, inhaled the aroma as she backed out and disappeared around the corner. He sniffed a second time. He sipped. He was a college student on a tight budget. He took advantage of free caffeine and free alcohol at every opportunity and even the swill from their room's machine wasn't, quite, beyond his point of undrinkability. But it was close. The coffee at La Caille had been the best he'd ever had. Until now. His companions and the room momentarily faded as his brain pictured one of those invisible shuttles stopping by wherever it was that these incomparable coffee beans grew and that Kim stepping out to ask for a couple of pounds. For the Queen. His attention was brought back to the present by a commotion outside, Laurel turned to look at the door. It wasn't English, but the discussion was low, lots of the sibilant sounds he'd heard on occasion but he could discern little else. There was a firm voice that was clear before everything went silent. That voice was familiar and a timbre that was female. A specific female. Peter sipped at his coffee as he looked at the door. "I know you," Peter felt like wheels spun in his brain like a slot machine before they slowly settled into place and his eyes quit blinking, he quickly lowered the mug to the table as his hands shook, "I fucking told Dave that you were real. That you weren't wearing a costume." The woman in the doorway smiled. Eyes without whites, a grey eye amidst the pale skin of the right side of her face and an almost iridescent green eye surrounded by deep red skin both locked on Peter's brown eyes. Her reddish- blonde hair was parted to her right and fell loosely around her shoulders, her left ear was uncovered, pointed at the top, pale and surrounded by red skin. Her nose still reminded him of a cat's. He looked at Laurel. "Your muscle," he said before he moved his eyes back to the new arrival, "did you already have their costumes? Or did you decide after Halloween 'this is IT'?" "Thaey cannot shing," the new arrival said, did what Peter had to take as a smile, "but thaey laike the clothes." "You're the Queen," Peter said, slowly and carefully as he thought through chains of implication, "and we went to the same Halloween party. This sari- thing isn't as vivid as that deep purple one you had on at Halloween." "I've promished my paeple you will behave, Paetor," the Queen said, "will you make of me a liair?" It took him a moment to work out the specific request. His left eyebrow rose as the thought bloomed. "You're offering to talk to me, here, alone," he said deliberately, "and your paeple don't like that." The sub-vocal sound by Laurel told him he'd hit the nail squarely. The Queen simply smiled. Her stance was relaxed as she stood in the doorway. "Fuck me. I promise on my mother, no wait, I'm guessing you know I hate her. Look, I'm pissed off as hell you've taken us but so long as we're here and you'll talk to me, shit. I'm, like, honoured. I expected to be getting tortured or anal probed. But if it means I get to help empty this pot of coffee? But, one question. Will Carole be there when I get back?" "Of courshe," the Queen said simply and quickly. "Then I promise to be a good boy." The Queen glanced at Laurel, something about her face shifted but Peter couldn't read it. The tight jaw and eye muscles at the side of Laurel's face he could. But she strode quickly out of the room and the Queen slid the door closed, then stepped to the coffee service and quickly poured herself a mug with a splash of milk in it. She stepped around to the second chair and sat and adjusted the fall of her garment around her waist to allow her to sit comfortably. "Haelp yourshelf," she said to Peter, he topped off his mug, held it under his nose and inhaled slowly, his eyes closed. "Is this like, real coffee? From down below? Or something your magic machines did? The one in our room doesn't, um, make anything this good." He sipped slowly. "From a small farm in Kaenya," her answer, he opened his eyes as she took her own sip, "we have buyersh who acquire it. Oh, and before I forget." She reached into a hidden pocket and pulled out something green, unfolded a ten dollar bill and set it on the table. Peter's eyes went wide for a moment. "What I owe you," Anna said, "but that sstuff wash laeme." He set his mug on the table, kept hold of the handle and used his other hand to retrieve the bill but kept it on the table, "I warned you Wolfie wouldn't take the good stuff to a party full of college students too stupid to know the difference. But, I take it, that we're being recorded? For my trial and summary execution after?" Her mismatched eyes glittered and her throat made a quick series of coughs, the brightness of her eyes indicated it wasn't distress but amusement. The barely-there paisley pattern beneath her visible skin seemed to ripple once. "We are, Paetor," she offered lightly, "but if you behave no one other than mae will shee it, but if of ushe, I will include a couple of close advishaersh." "Ok, then, Anna," he said after a long sip, "how close was I to getting you into bed back at that Halloween party? It is Anna, right?" "Anna, I am. Two daysh ago," she said after what was a short and clear laugh, "you were forshed into an invishible ship. And brought into shpace and locked up. And your firsht queshtiaon of your captor ish if you could've fucked her?" He smiled, shrugged, drank more of his coffee before he reached for the carafe. He tipped it toward hers and she nudged her mug toward it and he topped off her mug, then he filled his mug and returned the carafe. "Dave was all into that brunette cat woman with you," Peter said, "but well, I was tired of earth women at that point. Everybody complimented you on the awesome makeup job but, well, I knew that port wine stain on your face is real. And the heterochromia. You found the only dude at the University who'd already had a rejected crush on a girl with both. I did wonder what an older woman like you was doing at a college party, but hell. Every young guy dreams of an older woman. That's as much charm as I've ever managed." "A Madama Robinshong," she said as she tilted her head at him, "a shared draeam. But you got your older woman that night." "Uh, yeah," he wasn't sure of her precise wording with the accent, but she clearly knew the reference, "things went a bit weird at the Church..." "Be not sad," she said brightly, her voice was reasonably human in timbre. Her tongue was squarer in front but her teeth not dissimilar to his, her lips were very thin and not much darker than most of her skin, "you may have had raesaon to regret shukshesh. Our chemishtriesh do not mesh." He raised his eyebrows as he sipped, that was not the answer he expected. "But with a condom," she said slowly, "what you would find baetwain my legsh, you would raecognishe. And what I have seen, you'd fit nicely. When Carole is ready for another thraee-way. But if you want the anal probe, I can arrange that." He gaped, too shocked to even retreat into his usual smart-assery. But his mind dwelt not just on the words, but another sub-vocal sound she'd made along with the words. It was like a growl. Anna smiled at him and sipped her coffee. He let the thought go. Later. Other things now. "I'll, uh, pass on the probe. But, Carole," Peter said slowly, "needs help, or something. I'm... well, being kind but... I don't know how to handle..." "Wae have someone shae knows," Anna said, "with her now. I will let her tell you." "Ok," he said slowly, "good. Now, let's start over." "Pleashe do," her enigmatic response. "Why did you bring us here? I know I blew a load up Jayne's ass, a couple of them, but that story you gave Carole about that being a'signal', that's gotta be total bullshit. Although, I guess, if Jayne is what Carole was, or is, or—-" "You knew her as 'Cat,'" Anna said, "before that day." Peter squinted, stayed silent for a count of five. "So you just told your driver and apparent friend Cat to 'let him ass fuck you so we can kidnap him'? She'd do that for you?" Anna nodded slowly, Peter thought her expression was actually apologetic, her voice was not as assured as it had been. "More or less, shae'd liked you on Halloweaen, but shae is not a shuccubush, ash you call them, like Carole." Peter looked at her and sipped his coffee as she went silent. "I asked Jayne to, look closhely," Anna finally said, "shae agraed you two together were a threat. Carole knew... too much. Jayne wash willing but Carole, shae put on... conditionsh to your time together." "A threat to what?" "Our planet wash murdered," Peter's eyes went wide and his mouth formed an 'O' as he stared at Anna, "may paeple need your help." Medical Towers Brekkie [November 1, 1980] Dave Simpson cast a bloodshot eye at the clock when the phone rang outside his open bedroom door. 7:30 a.m. Seven fucking thirty AM on a Saturday. After the wildest and weirdest Halloween he'd ever had. Or hopefully would ever have. Maybe Freddy would get it. No. He'd left on a Halloween long weekend road-trip with some friends. Maybe it'll stop then. The machine picked it up on the sixth ring. "Dave," he thought he heard through the tinny speaker, "pick up the fucking phone you lazy ass." The line clicked dead. A few seconds later it rang again. He stood up, still had on the t-shirt that smelled of smoke and his underwear. Damn. He'd need to change the sheets. He made it to the phone just before the machine picked up again. "Yeah?" "Half hour, Medical Towers, breakfast. You left me behind so you're buying." The line went dead. Thirty five minutes later his car screeched to a stop next to a Boss 351 Mustang at the Medical Towers building. His still wet hair was uncomfortable in the cold morning air but it was only thirty feet to the door. He took the stairs down two at a time and turned past the blocked-open glass door with 'Cafe' written across it. He saw an empty stool next to his target. "You're late," Peter Miller said to him, a half-full mug of coffee in front of him, heavy, dark bags under each eye but he had a half-smile. "Well, you are alive," Dave said, "although you look like shit..." "You got the phone message, I take it. Good. Saw Hardy shoving you out." Peter's voice was hoarse, Dave's throat tickled from the smoke and assumed Peter had gotten even more of it. Dave sat down next to his friend, the hostess caught his eye as she held the coffee pot, he nodded and she brought a mug, filled it, refilled Peter's. Two soft 'thank yous.' "Orders?" "Two grand slams, scrambled, no cheese, both sourdough," Peter said, Dave started to object then shrugged. She smiled and stuck the ticket in the queue above the large flattop grill. The owner/chef turned, nodded at Dave and Peter, smiled with a hint of recognition of a regular, then turned back to his collections of eggs, hash browns and every breakfast meat known to man. "Yeah," Dave said, "Anna promised me over and over that you were fine, said she knew you'd gotten out and were safe. Just said she'd seen you..." "I was with Joyce, you know, that teacher, I mean, ex-teacher?" Dave nodded, confirmed he remembered. "Had to dodge that tower that fell, then, bit of trouble because had to help that skinny Bonnie in the red dress pain in the ass, we got out the side door. What'd Anna say she saw? I saw her and Laurel near the front door, then saw you and Hardy and that Cat." "Hardy found us," Dave said, "I yelled about you but Cat told me you were with 'his teacher.' Hardy. Shit. Dude was strong. Forced us out, just shoved people out of the way, that's when we found Anna, she swore she saw you get out." "Did you see Cat or Anna talk into their watches?" "Huh? I thought I heard Cat say something, she was behind me, thought she was just talking to Hardy. You sure you didn't bump your head?" Peter smiled, shrugged. "They claim they saw anything else?" "Oh, hell," Dave snorted, "it was a horror show in there. I've never seen anything like that, we weren't close to that tower but saw it... shit... people... but we got out, place was coming down. Cat wanted to get scarce, knew police, firemen coming, didn't want to get caught up with that. I wasn't overly happy but well, figured leaving was better. Saw enough people taking drugs in there, well..." "They just drop you off?" "Yeah, took me to my place, left. Anna, I don't know, seemed to think it was, hell, something of a lark, I don't know, but if it was all gangbangers and crooks and dealers in there..." "It was," Peter said, "might've been a few stupid poseurs, but well, now you know why I don't talk about my past..." "I got the message from the cop," Dave smiled wanly, "but he promised you weren't arrested. What was with that?" "My old teacher," Peter's slight smile, "she joined the force! My high school, was, well, it was a shithole. Said she got tired of seeing us delinquents coming through and getting nothing out of what she was teaching us. She'd taken some law enforcement courses and did double Psychology and English BAs, so they took her pretty readily. Was there undercover. They had a few, all got out. Bartenders too." "You were right," Dave's smile truer now, "about your mutual, um, desire? That why you look like you haven't slept all night?" "Yeah, kinda busy once we got to her place... me being a Uni student put me over the top on that... felt she had at least one win with me... but well, one time only deal. I won't be seeing her again. Threatened me that if she ever sees me in a professional capacity it'll be bad for me... Didn't, um, Cat offer you, a..." "Shit," Dave snorted loudly as Peter chuckled, "she laid rubber leaving my place... And that Anna talked about you on the way back to my place..." "Huh? She say anything where she's from? Joyce, my ex-teacher, thinks she's some sort of criminal, looking to move into town... But I told her Anna was only there because Jake and Tommy crashed our boring ass party for lame university students. Had no clue about the Church or the Mongrels so she hadn't planned to be there... But." "Oh?" "Anna. Her face... it wasn't a mask, or a disguise. I don't think even the eyes were makeup or the nose. Or those ears. I think... that's what she is. And her tits... Wow." "Those were... yeah. Amazing. But, what is she, an elf? From Middle Earth?" "Maybe...," Peter's eyes went unfocused, but it wasn't clear it was from thinking or from fatigue, "she's definitely not a local. All we need to do is figure out who the hell Cat is. She'd heard about the Church, it wasn't the kind of place good and decent people know about." "Well," Dave said, "I hadn't." "Like I said," Peter's voice low, "you're good and decent. Cat's... got some connections, bit of knowledge of that world. But. Hell, we never crossed paths in my old life. At the least I'm certain she's a local like me. Or been here since a child. Not an import like you. But she knew where to find the first party, I'd guess she's a student. Or staff, gotta be connected to the Uni too." "What about talking to your old teacher, she'll be investigating?" "Not directly, she's undercover, just another party animal for the night. But yeah, they'll look. But you're not talking to her. I told her you're a nobody—-" "Oh, hey! A no—-" "Don't take it wrong. There's nothing useful you can add about anyone who was there and there's no need for you to get involved. I showed Anna to Joyce, she saw her, but if they're going to chase people down they've got a few hundred others ahead of her. But Cat's the connection." "I'll keep my eyes open." "I'm sure you will," Peter's smile was broad before he turned as the chef plated up their breakfasts and didn't wait for the waitress to return from her deliveries to the little dining room beyond the kitchen. "Two grand slams," he said, his English excellent if clearly accented by his native Greek, "enjoy, gentlemen!" "Thank you," Dave was first, the chef smiled and went back to his grill. Dave shook his head as he looked at a foundation of hash browns that covered the entirety of the large oval plate, topped by an equally large pile of scrambled eggs with three pieces of bacon, a large slice of ham and two sausages laid across the foundation and a third plate with four thick slices of toasted sourdough to share. "Shit," Dave said, "almost objected to the full on, but suddenly I'm starving." "Yup," Peter's comment just before his first forkful, "lots of booze last night, not much food." "And speaking of food, you going to Colorado for Thanksgiving?" Dave swallowed, stayed silent for a moment. "Not if I get a better offer." "Good. I'm cooking. You bring the beer." They both chewed, swallowed. "And if you can find her, feel free to bring that Cat and tell her to bring Anna. But ask her to leave Laurel and Hardy home. I only know how to cook for multitudes but those two are a bit much. Two of my housemates will be there but there'll be plenty." Carole [May, 1981] He didn't know if it was intentional or not that Anna dropped a bombshell on him and almost immediately ended their discussion. Or, had it ended. Was it a plan that some 'urgent issue' would've come up just as she claimed her home planet, wherever, whatever it was, had been'murdered?' What the hell did that mean? How do you murder a planet? And how the fuck was he supposed to help? His mood was lightened by a degree with her assurance that not only would Carole still be in their room but that she'd have had her own chance at some sort of explanation. Had Carole met Anna? Did she know for whom, or what, she'd worked? Cat, Jayne, whatever she went by at any moment, clearly had been hooked up with Anna for years. And knew who and what Anna was. His memory of Halloween had them with an easy but clear relationship, Anna was the boss but unlike Laurel and Hardy Cat wasn't just a driver but also some sort of advisor. And she'd ingratiated herself with Carole to lure them into the trap. Anna's advisor about all things human. Laurel and Hardy, the pair at Halloween, Anna had joked about genetic changes. That suddenly seemed like a comment that had hidden in plain sight. But, were they human first? Or, whatever Anna's 'paeple' were? They were just taller than him which gave them a few inches on Anna but they were much broader than him. Heavier. If they'd been bred it was for strength. And Kim? Her English was accented but nothing like Anna. She'd be noticed but most people would accept her as human, especially with that accent. What was she? He stood outside the room he shared with Carole, the door was closed. He had the carafe which felt like it still had a full mug of that incredible coffee. Carole liked coffee but was way more particular than he was and had refused the crap their machine produced. He knocked softly. |
"Carole, I'm back..." The door slid open, Carole stood there in the smaller of the two short robes they'd been provided and bare feet. She reached out and grabbed his waistband and pulled him in, leaned her head up and he responded by leaning down to kiss her softly and quickly. She pushed her body tightly against his as she tapped the button and the door quietly slid closed with a soft click. She broke the kiss, her eyes still closed and inhaled deeply. "What the..." she opened her eyes and smiled, "is that real coffee?" "From Queen Anna," Peter said, "our captor." "Queen Anna?" Carole's expression offered clear confusion. "C'mon, get your mug," Peter nudged her, his cock offered a firm bulge in his thin pants but that would wait, "this is incredible stuff." She squeezed his cock and pulled him to the little counter where their drinks'machine' was. She set up two mugs and used the buttons to dispense a dash of milk for hers. The machine's milk was far superior to its coffee. "Not sure how much in here," he said, "you first." He filled her mug, had enough to half fill a second mug. They took them through to the bedroom although their'suite' offered this second room with two comfortable chairs similar to the ones in the shuttle and a small table. Peter sat on the bed with his feet on the floor, she slid onto the bed and sat cross legged sideways to face him with her pussy and her closely-cropped pubic hair exposed and visible. She purred as she sipped her coffee. "This is better than La Caille's," she said after a moment, Peter had left the silence alone, wanted to let Carole control the moment, "how is it on a fucking space ship?" Carole's casual use of such language was unusual, but what was usual now? "They buy it directly from the farmers in Kenya, Anna told me." "And this Anna," Carole paused to take another sip, "you believe her?" "Sure," Peter shrugged, "of all of the things to lie about, why that? Anyway, I've met her before. And I take it she's been your boss..." Carole's face went hard but then she winced and nodded softly. "Ok, point taken," she said softly, "but I've never met an Anna." "And hadn't met that Jayne, before a few weeks ago, right?" Carole nodded. "They're in this together," Peter said, "Jayne, I'd met her too, but she was in a costume, a cat mask. Didn't know it until Anna admitted it, but thinking back, yeah. Her voice." "I might kill her," Carole's face was hard again for a moment, "but it's not just her fault. I got myself into this deal. But well... I was a teenager, orphaned, alone, I'd already, well..." "Hey," Peter said softly, "no blame from me." "I saw her, the woman who'recruited' me, this morning, her name's Sheryl," Carole said, "right after they took you away. I punched her in the face, she let me, more or less, let me yell at her. But she said it's for the best and you'll explain more to me. Said we'll need to'make the best of it' but we'll be treated very well. But, you said you'd met this Anna before? How?" Peter laughed dryly, finished his mug. "Hey," he nodded to Carole's mug, "don't let that get cold. Anyway, remember last Halloween?" "Right after you dumped me for that Delta Gamma slut, right?" Peter was happy at the glint in Carole's eyes at that. "Yeah," Peter smiled broadly, "went to a Halloween party with Dave, you met him, and couple of others. Anna showed up, she had Jayne driving her, who was dressed as a cat, and two of those 'guards.' Whatever the fuck they are..." "They're nasty," Carole said harshly, "well, they can be, you don't do what they want." "It was Halloween, but, well, Anna's not human. I know that for sure now." "Huh," Carole said, "what do you mean, 'not human'?" "Alien. She, um, looks like... an elf, but kind of like a cat too, overlaid on a human. So everyone thought she was just in the world's best costume at Halloween. I guess... I guess that's what her 'paeple' are naturally. But she's tall, not much shorter than me. Don't know if all of them are like that or not. You've only ever seen humans?" "Yeah," Carole's brow was lined, "they told me they needed me to seduce scientists and engineers, it was a secret plan to win the Cold War. I didn't much care, I got money, clothes, they paid for my college, everything. And what the hell, wasn't like I hadn't um, already seduced men for money and whatever..." "And then me?" "Yeah, they put me in that class to get close to you, but... well, I told them no, Didn't want you to disappear... Then you avoided me. I told Sheryl I wanted out, they said okay but the deal was to plant a bunch of those tiny machines you were talking about." "Nanomachines. The labs, engineering, the seminar room," Peter snorted, "my house... yeah, I could hear them, but I was the only one. Thought I was going insane." "Going? Yup, and for that they'd leave us alone. Someone lied. Either Sheryl or one of those 'guards' I met with you call them. Those two that took us, I'd met them." "I'm not so sure," Peter said slowly, "that they lied, but Anna did say she thought we were 'threats' to them, their plans. That they need us to help them." "Help them? They have invisible spaceships and you keep muttering about artificial fucking gravity and ray guns..." "And genetic engineering," Peter said, "but Anna told me that someone murdered their planet and we, humans, they need our help. That was as far as we got..." "So I'm not a traitor to the human race?" "If they wanted us wiped out, we'd be wiped out, I'd guess. But I'm pretty sure us, you and me, we're safe. Don't know how much more of this great coffee, and what exactly we can do, dunno." Carole slid off the bed and took his mug and put them on the little counter. Then she slid off the robe as she walked back to the bed and hopped onto it and crawled to him on her hands and knees. She kissed him. "Anna did mention one other offer," Peter said as Carole lifted his shirt off and kissed his neck and chest. "What was that?" "A three way..." Carole's eyes went hard and she pushed her hand under his waistband. "No fucking way," she said as she gripped his cock so hard it was almost painful, "this is mine. All mine. No alien cat elf slut whores are getting near it. And especially not that Jayne and her ass." She kissed him hard as she pushed against him and pushed against his thin pants. He flexed his leg to lift his ass off of the bed and she his garment slid down his legs and he shuffled it past his feet as he pushed off the slippers. Without breaking the kiss she flipped herself so she could lay back as she pulled him by his very excited shaft. Peter put his knees on the bed before he grabbed Carole by the waist and shifted both of them fully onto the bed. Her legs went wide as he slid between them. His mouth left her lips as her back hit the bed and he kissed his way to her right nipple, he blew softly on it then used his tongue to caress it before he sucked it in. As he released it and moved laterally she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him up. "Time for that later," her voice was insistent as her left hand returned to his cock and fine-tuned its aim, "get this thing inside of me. Me. Not Jayne. Not that Anna elf or whatever the fuck she is." "Oh, ah...," she pulled him and he felt her wetness and her heat as she guided his cock into her pussy. Her fingers released him as he inserted himself fully and they both grunted as their eyes locked. He'd flipped them after he didn't know how long with him on top. She'd straddled him with her hands on his chest, his hands worked the excited nipples on her perfect breasts as she pressed down hard and he felt the tip of his prick contact flesh. She bit her bottom lip with each downward push. Her breath was hard and her eyes were slits as she fucked him with an abandon he couldn't recall. She slowed as she finally tired and he flipped them again and her arms wrapped his neck and pulled him tightly as he slammed himself into her as fast and hard as he could. She pushed her hips at the end of stroke and pulled his head alongside hers to allow each of them to kiss the other's sweaty neck. "Oh... hell... uh," he grunted. "Do it. Fill me," she managed as she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him fully into her body as his cock spasmed repeatedly. "Finally...," she whispered as he was beyond words as her cunt squeezed him with her own climax as the last of his cream filled her and overflowed with her own juices. He kissed and nibbled her ear, her hair was a sweat-soaked mess but he doubted his was any different. "I've dreamed of that," she kissed him back, "wonder how we get fresh sheets in this jail..." The Tour [May, 1981] Carole snuggled under Peter's left arm as they sat on the 'love seat' in their living room, or whatever was the proper name for the second space in their quarters that offered a sitting area with the love seat, or whatever was the best name for a small couch that nicely fit two adults, a chair and a table that served as coffee table and dining table. One end of the room was a kitchenette with the machine that dispensed the not- coffee. It also served up'soup,' in beef, chicken or vegetable flavors. It wasn't overly filling but it tasted like what it claimed to be. Carole claimed its 'tea' was much closer to its namesake than was the coffee, which to Peter meant it was to be avoided. All in all, if that was the limit of their sustenance they'd have little trouble avoiding weight gain even though their quarters, these two rooms and a tiny bathroom with a shower stall, offered only one real option for exercise. One that they'd enthusiastically engaged in twice since Peter had returned from his meeting. A meeting with an alien. An alien Queen. And Carole had met with a woman, a human woman she called Sheryl, who was apparently an agent of these aliens. Like Cat, well, Jayne Fraser was her name, she and this Sheryl were both apparently conscious and willing agents in league with this Queen Anna. Unlike Carole who'd been recruited under, if not quite false, obscured premises. Peter's thoughts were confused. He couldn't help a slight feeling of pride. He'd been 'targeted,' that was clear. Torture didn't appear to be in the cards. But still, the deeper 'why' nagged at him. Not to mention some lingering resentment at having been forced at gunpoint and brought to a secret satellite in orbit around his home planet. And while the sex they'd just had was great, he was happier that Carole had popped out of her funk. At least for now. Their second time making love had been slow, each performed long and slow bouts of oral sex on the other alternated with equally slow fucking. His climax, both of them, had been inside of her pussy. They were here, there was no reason to avoid that. She'd always claimed that birth control was taken care of. He was sterile, or all but, an issue for both him and his brother. Although he suspected his brother had bigger issues but for the foreseeable future his brother's problems weren't Peter's worries. Not that Jed would've ever offered assistance for Peter's issues. Well, he would've, but only for a price. He and Carole had showered and were naked under a blanket from the bed. Her eyes were closed but she wasn't asleep, her legs bent under her as she snuggled under his left arm, her left hand idly stroked his not totally relaxed prick. With his right he tapped on the small glass-fronted pad that he'd placed on his right thigh and had worked out it was some sort of computer. It offered guides to their dispenser and the printer for their clothes. It also listed a 'television' so he tapped that. The pad reminded him of a couple of papers from a research group in Palo Alto around 'graphical user interfaces.' But this touch screen. Nothing like this existed on earth. Another flat panel mounted on the wall across from them turned on, a list of various languages appeared. His pad offered arrows that allowed him to select 'English.' He'd experiment more later. The screen morphed to a listing of options. "Shit," he said softly. "Mmm?" Carole stirred but didn't open her eyes. "They have movies, TV shows, oh. 'Dukes of Hazzard?' Hell. I'm surprised they haven't just nuked us on principle until it's nothing but rubble bouncing." A chime sounded. "Uh," Peter looked around before Carole's head lifted slightly and her eyes opened halfway. "That's the door," she said, "we have a guest." The pad on his thigh beeped, he looked at it. 'Intercom? Yes/No?' He tapped the 'Yes' button. "Hello, Peter, Carole, my name is Angie. Anna told me to bring you wristlets and take you on a tour. Can I come in?" It was a strange voice that came out of an unknown speaker on the pad on his thigh, flat, but seemed human otherwise. Peter wondered if that was her voice or the pad. But she lacked the accent of that other girl, that Kim, thought Peter, but it's still a strange voice. But she sounded friendly. "Oh, uh, Angie, we're um..." "Naked," Carole added with a lilt in her voice before she laughed, a laugh came through the pad. "Nothing I haven't seen before," she paused, "but I can wait. Anna was insistent I take you now." "Anna," Carole whispered sharply, Peter turned and saw her hard gaze, "I need to meet this cat, elf, whatever slut." "Ok, Angie," Carole's voice was normal, "give us a minute." Angie's voice was odd, it hadn't been entirely the pad. She'd produced what Peter and Carole took were some sort of watches with black plastic armbands. Angie had laughed, told them "well, they tell time TOO." But she'd quickly 'paired' each of them, one to the pad computer Peter had on his lap and a second she'd brought for Carole, 'padlets' she'd called them. The wristlets were even tinier computers. "Say what?" "The rain in Spain falls mostly on the plain," Angie said, "it'll tune the voice controls to each of you." "Man, you guys must've spent the time since you got here watching old movies and TV," Peter said and both women laughed. But they repeated the phrase and after a few minutes Angie declared herself satisfied. Then she'd reached into a waist pocket and pulled out what looked like six pairs of hearing aids in various colors and told them to choose. Carole choose a light blue pair and Peter decided on dark red and Angie returned the rest to her pocket. She showed Carole a tiny button, told her to push and hold for a count of three before slipping them into her ear, then Angie helped her push a button on her padlet and the shorter woman's eyes widened and she smiled before she bopped her head in time to music Peter couldn't hear. Angie repeated the setup with Peter before they paused their respective tests. She stopped them as they reached to pull them out and lifted her own wristlet to near her mouth. "Tell your wristlets 'enable translation,'" Angie directed. They offered questioning looks but first Peter then Carole followed suit. "I hope we can be friends," Peter heard through his earbud but he blinked because that wasn't what Angie had said. Carole looked at him, her mouth frozen open. The cute, young brunette's speech had clearly been the same language he'd heard outside the meeting room before he met with Anna. "It takes some getting used to, hearing someone speak and having that in your ear," Angie was back to her English, it wasn't so much accented as it was... monotonic, was the best word Peter could think of. But the earbud remained silent, it hadn't translated that. "You can set it to the language you want to hear, if that's what's being spoken it doesn't bother." "Can I get mine to translate hick? Then I'll finally understand what this one says," Carole followed that with a laugh and nudged Peter while Angie seemed at first to take that as a serious question before she chuckled. "You only need one, whichever is in touch with your skin will work," Angie pulled her left earbud out and slipped it into a small breast pocket and sealed it with the strip of velcro, "I keep the extra in this pocket. If you're stuck without any, you can record with your wristlet and it can use the speaker. But most everyone speaks at least some English." The couple followed suit and put a single earbud into their pocket. "Hey," Peter asked, "the recycler in there, what if we forget and put this in there?" "It won't cycle," Angie laughed, "there's a sensor, when you toss it in it'll tell you." They followed her lead and she led them out of the room, Carole's first foray out since they'd been shown to their quarters that first day. 'Home' was at the end of a short hall. From the widely spaced identical doors it seemed they shared it with other residences. Or cells. "That way," Angie pointed to the left as they stood at the tee intersection at the end of their access hall, "is offices and labs and such. Anna has something in mind for you but we're not going there now." "In mind? Anna implied she needed my help. Somehow..." "Oh yes," Angie's face and manner were enthusiastic even if her voice didn't quite match, "but she hasn't told us exactly what." "She's planned this? For a while?" Carole's light tone from a few moments earlier was gone, Peter tried not to wince. "Yes, a little while." "Oh, hey, Angie," Peter said quickly to cut Carole off, she squinted at him for a moment but relaxed, "are you and Kim sisters? You could be... twins. Although I think you're just a shade taller?" "Let's go this way," she led them in the opposite direction from what she'd mentioned, the hallway had widely spaced doors along each side, "I'll show you the gym and the cafeteria. If you ever get lost, and it's easy to do, just tell your wristlet where you want to go. It always knows where it is." "And our place is?" Carole's question in a sarcastic tone. "'Home' of course. It set when we paired them." Angie hadn't seemed to notice or simply ignored Carole's tone. The hallway wasn't quite wide enough to walk three abreast so Peter trailed the two women, Carole's soft dirty blonde curls and Angie's straight dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail bobbed in front of him. He had eight inches and a bit on the petite Carole but Angie was only a few inches shorter than him, indeed a bit taller than the coffee savior Kim. He tried to hide his admiration of her ass, her garment the same sort of soft papery cloth he and Carole wore but it was better fitted to her than to the recently arrived pair. The 'printer' offered choices for bras and other undergarments but neither he nor Carole had bothered. Peter had slightly regretted that when Angie's entrance had made clear her breasts were likewise unconstrained and as large as Carole's, the shapes of her nipples clear through the soft peach colored fabric. He forced his gaze up her back to the ponytail and tried to ignore the stir in his crotch. Did they put something in the air? He and Carole had fucked hard for a couple of hours but his prick... yeesh, couldn't he control himself? Then he had a deeper thought about the ass below that ponytail. It was nice... it was... human. He'd been immediately smitten with Anna, her stain and heterochromia. And her chest. Double D or so, almost perfect when she'd exposed them on Halloween and secured their pipeline of free alcohol at the Church. It had all sucked him in. But not so deep he hadn't noticed. He'd just assumed at Halloween she'd had an injury, some reason her hips were... weird. Her arms, other movements. Just not... right. But this one? She and Carole. The same. Although Carole in flats? THAT was weird! They came to a tee intersection. Angie pointed right and turned them. The hallways were unobstructed but Peter noticed regularly spaced doors or barriers retracted into the walls or ceiling. Fire doors. Or security doors? Probably both. And vacuum doors. The view of Earth from through the windows of their 'cell' made the need for such clear. He'd also seen regularly spaced recessed handholds along the walls on both sides and in the ceiling. He had no idea how they generated gravity, movies and books used rotating space stations but this wasn't that. But clearly the handholds offered refuge if that gravity was somehow lost. He'd been mercilessly teased for his interest in spaceships and science fiction and dinosaurs and science in general by his family, immediate and extended. But it had always been his refuge, the televised moon landings at ten years old in 1969 one of his happiest moments. Who's laughing now? "The gym is this way, it's well equipped. And has saunas and whirlpools." Carole sniffed but didn't make a smart remark. "Not sure," Peter said and Angie turned slightly, "but however you do it the gravity on this sci fi set is close to Earth's." ".98, like ho...," the brunette stopped mid-word, stayed silent. 'Ho...' 'Home' she meant. Not Earth. Home. This Angie and the coffee girl Kim? Their eyes. Both sets were green, like Carole, all nuts, but they were nothing like Anna. Then again, she had one green eye. "You and your sister, Angie," Peter said after a few moments of silence, "your English is better. She sounds... well, kind of like Anna. You sound... American. Mostly. How old are you two?" Angie stopped at a set of double swinging doors and turned so she could face her charges. "We're...," her expression showed concentration, "eighteen, as it's counted. Almost nineteen. Now, here is the gym." She pushed through and held the door, Carole stepped through but Peter's own expression showed concentration and he stalled a moment. Why was that a hard question? How long had Queen Anna and her 'paeple' been here? And WHAT were these two cute teenage brunettes? Carole's hard exhale and her wordless grunt unfroze him and he hurried through. It was a gym. A well appointed gym, with a range of machines that he mostly recognized from the Uni Phys Ed center facilities. There was also a section of open floor and mats on pegs. A rack of folded white towels stood near their entrance. The only thing missing was a free weight section. The room was unoccupied save for a single machine, one of those new stair- steppers, about the only kind he liked. Carole's glare wasn't for the machine but for the woman on it. She was older, just taller than this Angie. Forties, maybe fifty, but her face was still smooth. Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail as she kept up her pace. Unlike the three of them she had on a leotard, those leg warmers he found ridiculous and real sneakers. Her body was impressive, large breasts and a flat stomach, her hips broad enough to nicely balance her figure. Her eyes scanned the new arrivals and her pace faltered for only half of a stride before she caught Carole's eyes and put on a barely-there smile. Then he noticed the bruise around her left cheek and eye. Oh. This must be Sheryl. Peter glanced at Carole whose snort seemed to indicate satisfaction then back at the older woman. He smiled. She was petite, but she'd always felt firm in his arms and it was clear her right fist carried some force in it. Unlike Jed, Peter's first recourse had never been to his fists but his environment had often left him no choice and he was familiar with the aftereffects and how much force resulted in how much damage. Carole had known this woman 'down below' so was she a local from the Valley? She had that Scandihoovian blonde look that was so common around the area. Her light skin revealed Carole had clocked this Sheryl a good one. He glanced, Carole's right hand was in a fist and now he registered its own bruising. Then he noticed Angie's confused look as she looked at Sheryl, who shook her head slightly before she put eyes front and seemed to pretend they weren't there. "Hey, Angie," she slowly turned her head toward him, "I'm familiar with these kinds of machines, I can show Carole later. How about the whirlpool and showers?" "Oh, ok, this way," she forced her smile back and led them to a set of doors at the far end. Peter realized the machines such as Sheryl's, bikes and treadmills all offered a holder and Sheryl had a padlet in place on hers, a video played and her right ear had one of those magical 'earbuds,' a yellow one. Whatever she had playing she'd decided it deserved her full attention. Sheryl had been gone once they'd left the well appointed locker room. Locker Room. Singular. All of the facilities meant to be shared by everyone. The sauna and whirlpool requested nudity. 'More sanitary,' Angie had said. "But please take more intimate endeavours back home," Angie had said without apparent embarrassment. Peter had no doubt she'd given this tour before. They'd retraced their steps past the hallway that led 'home.' Peter looked that way while Angie and Carole discussed services like a hairdresser, salon and the like. Somewhere ahead he gathered but his mind wasn't on that. About fifty yards that way to their hallway, another fifty to the far set of closed doors their guide had said led to labs, offices. Work. That made this satellite at minimum a couple of hundred yards each in the two directions but based on his escorted trip to meet Anna he felt it had to be maybe double that. But square? Round? Rectangle? "What the fu...," they'd just arrived at a set of open, double doors and Carole's change of voice from near shared laughter with Angie to a hissed exclamation that chased schematics from Peter's brain. He hurried to stand behind a frozen Carole, Angie had halted just ahead of her, obviously surprised. Maybe subconsciously Carole shuffled backward and reached for Peter's hands, he gripped hers. Angie swiveled her head, her mouth went to an 'O.' Peter leaned forward to speak into Carole's ear but caught Angie's eyes and she leaned in. They'd just entered a large room, similar in size to the gym, with around a dozen round tables spread evenly. Two tables were occupied, two humans sat at one table with a third companion who wasn't human. Another table had four seated around it. "Carole, relax," Peter said just above a whisper, squeezed her hands, "those are our hosts. Anna... Queen Anna is like them." Angie opened her mouth to speak but Peter shook his head slightly and she stayed silent. The far wall offered windows that were heavily darkened as the sun was simply a bright disk. The left wall offered service stations and behind that what Peter assumed were kitchens.Whatever the 'time' was it wasn't meal time. "Well, Queen Anna has longer hair than they do, and she's strawberry blonde." The occupants of the room had all turned to look but most seemed uninterested and went back to their mugs and what looked like various sorts of snacks. Only the two humans and their companion stayed interested. All were in variations of their printed short-sleeved garments. Carole's breath was ragged and gripped his hands but she seemed calmer. "You worked for them. But remember, they need our help. Somehow. Those four," he continued, "two men, males, two females." Lacking Anna's stain and heterochromia, the four aliens all had pale skin with the striations in a various paisley patterns. Their eyes were browns and greys without whites, their hair ranged from dark brown through a blondish color similar to Carole's. Peter wondered if any of these aliens came in 'A' or 'B' cups, the two females at the table weren't quite in Anna's class but close, they and Angie and Carole all of a size and shape that Peter tried to not think about as Carole's grip and her posture relaxed slightly. Everyone had at least one earbud. "Hey Angie," he said as he stood straight, "is the soup here better than what our machine puts out?" "Oh, uh...," then she brightened and spoke just loud enough to be heard around the room, "this is Peter and Carole. They're new." A few hands were raised in acknowledgement, a couple raised mugs of whatever they were drinking. Carole and Peter raised hands and both said 'hello.' "This way," Angie led them to the serving stations to the left. Most were empty now, except for the center section which held an array of beverages, including coffee and tea and what looked to Peter like a soft drink fountain. But it also offered space for additional items. "This side," the left side, "is where human foods will be, and the other side is Sylvan." Signs in English, Spanish, and what Peter took as Russian and Chinese or Japanese confirmed that, as did the other side. "What about the middle? Is that... for everyone? I shared coffee with Anna and she put milk in hers... What's um, on that side? Like, live slugs or something?" Angie's expression made clear she didn't think highly of his comment. "We... eat almost the same. But, well, there are some differences, body chemistries. But yes, coffee, tea, these drinks, all are shared. But we don't eat live slugs..." "Does everything come up from Earth? Like the coffee?" "Oh, no, down below we have hydroponic gardens. And we grow the meats." "Animals?" Carole's question. "No, just... grown protein. No animals." "And you're called 'Sylvans?' A land of elves. You're joking?" Angie looked confused but Peter wasn't sure about what. Carole's expression was a question at him. She'd accompanied him to a couple of recent D&D sessions but after meeting everyone had taken her book to a separate room and ignored them. "We had... recordings from Earth. Lots of nouns and verbs were good. But names, how to translate. Then after we arrived one of our linguists read various of your books, felt we... well," she looked at the four Sylvans at their table engaged in a low conversation Peter couldn't make out, "looked like elves in the books and we had to translate the words... I guess 'Earthlings' would be more accurate but well, that term's taken." "You don't look like an elf," Carole looked at her then at the far table, "you're just a cute girl. Nothing like them." Her pained expression made clear the conversation had gone further than she'd meant. But they'd cornered her. "I'm... them. But, well...," her gaze swung from Carole to Peter then to the far table, "but... different." She went silent but her eyes still moved. "Queen Anna made... me, Kim, others, our genes. She changed us." HR 5256 [End November 1983] Peter blinked and stood still as the room went black when Laurel closed the door behind him. In eighteen months this was his first time in this section of the satellite and his best guess was this was mostly Sylvan living space based on markings he'd seen which were in an alphabet that hadn't originated on Earth. He'd treated that written language as just another programming language and could read and understand a fair amount, at least when it came to phrases with few words. But the spoken language that went with that alphabet was another matter. To speak it? Queen Anna and her folks were, in broad strokes, very human-like. But their vocal cords, throat and mouth weren't so and plenty of the sounds they made were beyond him. He'd gotten past little more than 'hello,' 'goodbye,' 'good morning,' and 'beer.'And 'whisky' and 'coffee,' his hostess being a big fan of the Earth versions of both. Fortunately the wristlets and padlets offered real-time translation. Many of the Sylvans Peter worked with were conversant in English but for the more technical discussions both sides depended on the machines although it had taken effort to adjust to dual streams of speech, the original and the translation delivered directly in your ear. "Paetor," Peter blinked again, locked his wandering gaze on a dark shape slightly to his right, "come join mae." He finally worked out the far wall was almost entirely a window, but it obviously faced away from Earth as he only now discerned tiny points of light. Stars. He thought for a moment, realized they were in Earth's shadow so even the sun was out of view and the moon was on the opposite side of the earth at the moment. But it allowed him to discern a seated shape. "Anna, you know damned well my lame human eyes aren't as good as yours in the dark." A snorted laugh came from the seated figure but a moment later a chair to the left of her glowed with a soft light. He returned the laugh and took four short steps and sat in the limned chair which immediately darkened. It was a comfortable high-backed chair similar to those on the shuttle that had brought him and Carole to the station. "Put out your haend," Peter left his 'why' unspoken and reached with his right hand, whatever the Queen wore it seemed to absorb what little light came in. Then he felt her warm fingers and something hard. A glass, a base and a rounded bottom, a slight concave shape that allowed it to narrow slightly before it widened at the brim. He took it and put it under his nose and swirled. He sipped and his tongue's immediate orgasm at the satiny smooth taste was strengthened when his throat rippled at the kick of higher than usual alcohol. "Shi... Anna, what the... I know you don't drink crap stuff but..." He shook his head and sipped again. "Thirty yearsh old, a dishtilliraey now shut, from the cashk," Peter's brow furrowed, he'd never heard her voice so unsteady, especially when it came to her whisky, a subject she'd studied diligently. Studies the always broke college student was happy to assist in. "Look," his eyes had adjusted to their best and it allowed him to notice her nod to the window, he turned to the field of stars. A soft circle of light formed around a very dim star almost exactly between them and just above the horizontal. "HR5256," he said and kept his eyes on the star as the circle disappeared. "Such an unromantic name, you think so little of your closest neighbors." This was their script but Anna had none of her usual brio. He sipped his wondrous scotch and waited but his companion stayed silent. Her statement was a bit unkind as he'd never found that they had a name for their star beyond what simply translated as'sun' and prior to them discovering life on its third planet their name for Sol had been 'boring yellow dot number 319' or close to. "What's up, Anna?" "Today...," Peter was about to speak in the long pause but Anna broke her silence, "would be, been, Eains 275th birthday..." "Wha... oh," Peter's words trailed off, then he slowly held his glass up in the space between them, "happy birthday Ian Flowerday, you will live in the memories of my people." Anna tapped her glass on his and they both drank slowly but deeply, the burn smooth as silk. "You never told me..." "No..." They sat together in silence and Peter watched the star and sipped. Without atmosphere they shone with steady light. But he swore he saw their target twinkle one or twice. "It's worse, right?" "Yesh, neaed telescope, instruments. Just as my Eain predicted. Unfortunately." "Will the fleet make it out?" "It will be taight. All of the shipsh are built, getting paeple up will be the problem." "I saw the update, at least the first fleet left. They have an adventure ahead of them." "It'sh a good planet. Microbes. Nothing bigger. It will bae hard work, but no annoying humanss in the waey. Put out your glass." He obeyed with a slight chuckle, starlight glinted off of the complex angles of Anna's favorite decanter. He pulled back his refilled glass. It was full. "Hey, Anna, my liver's getting a bit ragged trying to keep up with you..." "Maybae I'm trying to get you drunk, have may waey with you..." "Already there, I'll whip it out while it'll still work... this stuff is supercharged. But really, I hope you don't expect any actual work out of me today." He smiled at her clear if soft laughter. "That Ian would be 275 makes you 272, my Queen. I |
can only go by the last time I actually saw you, but looking good for almost three centuries." This time her laughter was firmer. "I'm not sho old ash that, my yearsh are shorter." "Only by a couple of weeks... so you're only 261 or so. And so long as you're staying in my solar system, we use fifty-two week years." "If you are done abushing an old lady," Peter snorted at the sudden tremor in the voice before it firmed, "we neaed to talk." He snorted again before he took a deep drink. "I'm drinking decades old scotch with a female born almost two and a half centuries before me and over thirty light years away from my home planet... and she still knows the words that strike fear into every human male ever born." "Everay maele on everay planet." He clinked his glass against the offered one and sipped. They'd be out of Earth's shadow in a few minutes and he wondered what this window, whatever the surface was, would do. "I hear you and Carole... having, ishues. Shay is not... happy." "She's... yeah. She's... bored." "No. She haetes mae." Peter took a slow sip. "That's a bit broad, she's not... never been happy that YOU brought us up here... thought she had a deal, put your nanos around, you leave us alone." Anna's sub-vocal sound Peter recognized as more or less'shit happens.' "But she does enjoy helping create some of the PR bits you've been secretly putting out." Peter took another sip, savored the burn before he spoke in a quiet voice. "And she's not happy that I enjoy the time I get with you." The sound from Anna wasn't either of the previous sounds of sympathy or dismissal. No. This was a harder sound. He'd heard it, in fact, remembered it from their second meeting, their first on this craft. But he'd not had the context to interpret it. Until recently. Anna had given him recordings. Not their equivalents of TV and movies which he could access via his padlet anytime but personal and family recordings from her home world. They'd started when she was the human equivalent of nineteen. The first had shown her and Ian, Angie and Kim. Not the changelings on the ship by those names, the originals. Her mother and Ian's mother. And their fathers. And a few others like her brother Brad and the fiancee Umbra who became his wife in some videos. All of them a century, two centuries dead. Their names he knew them as were the closest equivalents from the Sylvan tongue to his but he had to admit that when her own people addressed her in that native tongue her name to his ear conveyed 'Anna' even when he'd intentionally disabled translation. The videos had started at a summer holiday at some semi-tropical resort town. Many of the videos had been ordinary, he assumed, although they'd shown a lifestyle of middle-class comfort he'd never known. But he'd seen movies and read books that had taken him beyond a poor youth surrounded by crime and criminals so he understood that it all could've happened on Earth and little would've been different. Even with cat-elf aliens with paisley skin instead of humans it didn't matter. It was families who all loved each other reuniting. Even, hell, even the espresso machine Ian was so adept at wouldn't be out of place on Earth, the alien equivalent of 'coffee' was essentially chemically identical! No wonder Anna secretly bought beans from farmers around the world. But it had been... a specific subset of videos that he had in mind. Anna's sound. It was... the sound from when as the Princess she'd voiced her challenge to the Queen. Angie. Her mother. The Queen. Who'd offered back a similar, but distinct, sound. Her answer and challenge back. "Do I get a blindfold and last cigarette, Anna?" Her laugh was finally one of amusement. "You should bae so luckay I kill you that waey. You'd go very happy. But. Alash. Not that." He'd learned to not always assign the same emotions to Anna and her folks from their voices and reactions. But this time he felt by the end it was indeed a wistful tone in her voice. He was about to speak when she continued. "I have two thangs to ashk of you. I want to shend Carole to another shaetellite, for awhaile at laesht. It has more changelaings and humans and children and shay can do more of her work and shae'll be around fewer of... mae." Peter silently considered that, sipped, was down to the last quarter. The whisky had laid a slowly thickening layer of fuzz around his brain. HR5256 disappeared and was followed by even the brighter stars when their ship passed the terminator into the sunlight. Anna came into soft focus as the wall darkened but allowed a pre-dawn glow to permeate their space. Four more chairs like the ones they used, two beyond each of them. "I think it will... bae good for the two of you. Time apart." As with voices and sounds, Peter had learned to be wary of reading expressions and postures. Some of the changelings were nightmares to read, their bodies transformed but their minds and psyches less clearly so. Anna and the other 'originals' were easier in that he was usually wary, but he'd learned a smile really was, simply, a smile even on faces that didn't have lips. But at the moment she wasn't smiling. She... was... was sad? Worried? 'Today' being Ian's birthday would play into that but Peter suspected that wasn't all of it. A thought pushed itself toward consciousness but he sent assassins to knife it to death quietly. "Anna," he said slowly when it became clear she'd said her piece, "I... think you're right. But, um, how—-" "Not you to shay, not tell her," Anna's mood clearly lightened and between words he heard her challenge sound again, "I do that. I'm the boss." "You don't mean... forever?" "No, Paetor, you two... you two will neaed to find again what you had. You often find what you look for when you are not looking." "Thought you were a biologist, not a psychologist and a philosopher too." Anna laughed. "I WASS shimply a biologisht. The resht I had to learn on the job. I wash the Queaen." "A title you earned when you challenged your mother... which of you could... fuck the hardest. The longest. Who could give and get the most orgasms. Who could get the males to first scream 'no more!' To get them to beg for mercy. You out fucked her and every other female on your planet, just to outdo your mother! Males and females died to allow your ascension, dried husks left behind. I have no idea how Ian survived." "Hae wash how wae did in sso many femaless. Whay hae wash may lover, so smart, so viraile. Draid hushks wae left baehind, but shmailing draid husksh!" Their shared laughter had a tinge of sadness. "The reports I see claim they've worked out the hypersleep wrinkles. Won't lose older folks like on the first two expeditions. They hope." "It was... a mesh," Anna voice low but certain, "but we... rallied. I have been luckay." She picked up the decanter and wiggled it. "Um, I'm going to stumble outta here as it is..." This expression he knew was her 'no way I'm drinking alone' order. He held out his not quite empty glass. She filled it then her own three-quarters full. He smiled, that empty space might keep him mobile by a hair. A new thought bubbled into his brain, this one he couldn't kill and bury. But if he said anything Anna would know he'd forced his way past the access limits they'd put on him. Like those phone phreakers he'd read about who'd used sound tones to get free calls and control systems. With every computer connected to every other once you were in one the others beckoned. His Uni had been an early member of the nascent Arpanet, widened worldwide and becoming the Internet. Anna's folks had their Ultranet, way beyond Earth's version, and he'd found much of interest. He tried not to smile that he'd 'phreaked' their Ultranet so he sipped again, his Queen was surprisingly perceptive of human cues. He'd found much but nowhere near all of it. And there was some that concerned him. But if he told Anna, she'd know what he'd done. But if some was what he thought, she needed to know. He needed to be certain. "To the Queen," he said and they tapped glasses, "long may she fuck." "Ah, about fucking," and he knew her tone this time was wistful although a human hearing it fresh would've taken it as anger, "but that, on that, I... have another requesht, a favor, to ask of you." He didn't hide his reaction, used his genuine surprise as cover. Then he realized Anna's gaze had shifted. His printed clothes were soft and fit well, not loose like the early weeks. But they were indeed soft and yielding. He realized his prick was suddenly and fully erect, its shape clearly outlined including the head. "I am plaeshed at your reaction, Paetor," her smile stayed wide and her gaze remained while he shifted his legs slightly but didn't know whether to cover himself. Her eyes lifted and he locked onto those oval grey and green orbs without whites. Her large port wine stain seemed to ripple with color. He realized that his erection was so hard it was painful. His breathing was rough. So was Anna's, he realized. Both sets of forearms rested on the arms of their chairs. Unusually she was in clothes similar to his, not the sari-like wraps she favored. Her legs were pressed together and her thighs rubbed slowly. "No... it ish...," her voice wavered, "not... no. I will ashk of you, shomethaing elsse. But not time... After... Carole." As if in a mirror two glasses rose to two mouths in slightly shaky hands. Anna Squared [January 1984] Peter looked around his new quarters. Anna hadn't been as direct as she'd implied she'd be about Carole moving, although his memory of that discussion had remained fuzzy as he'd been blitzed by the end. Carole had been out that day until near dinner time and he'd slept much of that time and he'd been bleary-eyed with a hangover headache when she'd returned but she'd not said a word about his state. But he'd read her expression, that she knew his state was thanks to Queen Anna. Despite that they'd met Angie for dinner and she'd had along another of her near-twins she introduced as Vanessa who was the first changeling they'd met with a definite red tint to her brown hair. Like Angie her voice was oddly flat but otherwise her accent passably American. They'd been joined by another human, a seemingly forty-something woman Carole worked with named Liz who'd never admitted her age and generally refused to discuss her past. In Peter's experience she'd always been friendly if a bit guarded but questions about her life before the satellite sent her into sullen silence. Peter had learned long ago that Angie and the other changelings almost exclusively had human digestive systems and dinner was delicious lab-grown steaks with not a live slug in view. Although he'd never cooked professionally his skills meant they'd quickly agreed to his offer to do shifts in the kitchen but even with that exposure he had difficulty seeing differences between 'beef' meant for humans or for Sylvans. Fortunately, packaging was distinct and confusion was rare. Even more fortunately the 'wrong' food wasn't poisonous but definitely led to a couple of days of digestive issues. Beyond that, he'd found over time both humans and Sylvans were omnivores although the Sylvans had switched to 'lab grown' protein almost a millennia before Anna's expedition had left their planet over two centuries earlier and what the labs put out Peter found almost perfect matches to anything his memory could recall. Peter's one success at his windmills was when he'd found mention of an Earth company looking into growing proteins and Anna had agreed they'd feed 'hints' to them to push the technology. The aliens didn't object on ethical grounds to humans growing and slaughtering animals but they found it wasteful of resources and Peter had convinced Anna they could help feed millions and once Carole and Liz worked out how to eventually reveal the source of the technology they'd have a step up to be accepted. The kitchen manager, a Sylvan whose name sounded something like 'Gerowleph' and who went by 'Geoff with a G' had told Peter the lab boys were close to foods that humans and Sylvans could both eat and they'd be testing them early in the new year. Carole's mood had been light and jaunty and Peter's headache had cleared with the good food. Back in their quarters his and Carole's lovemaking had been slow and long lasting. And an utter surprise. Although their sexual pace had slowed by only a couple of degrees, the intensity had definitely lessened and it was sometimes even mechanical, a retreat into the one element of normalcy they truly had. Carole had never implied she'd felt Peter and the Queen had an actual physical relationship despite the alien's suggestion he'd passed along after that first meeting. But it hadn't mattered all that much. Peter's feelings for her were deep, although he couldn't really name them, and that had shown through. All of that was bad. But the real key had been Peter moving quickly from enforced acceptance of their fate to willing collaboration, at least in Carole's mind. It wasn't unfair. The computer technology he'd been introduced to had been everything he and his research group had dreamed of. That these 'paeple' who'd developed such technology had expected him to push their knowledge forward had been a surprise. That he'd succeeded had locked in his enthusiasm. By the middle of the week after his meeting, Peter wondered if it had happened. His and Carole's sex life had been reenergised and it hadn't slowed when the invitation came to have dinner with Anna on the coming Friday night, two weeks before Christmas. Human holidays varied among those brought up from different countries but almost all recognised Christmas and a big party was as usual in the works as the interstellar travellers had likewise adopted it. Carole and Anna had met only a few times before, at his birthday party and the two previous Christmas parties. Each time they'd warily greeted each other but had otherwise avoided contact. "Queen Anna," Carole had said evenly as she'd looked around what would pass for an upscale and intimate restaurant on Earth before meeting the seated female's mismatched eyes, "this place is a bit nicer than our cafeteria." "Carole, Paetor," she gestured to the other two chairs at her table, "ssit down, plaeash." Carole's glances at the other Sylvans had been hard but the coffee serving Kim had handled serving duties and the nearest couple of tables had been left empty. Other tables had alien servers but Anna told them like their local place the kitchen staff was both species. Peter had seen two other humans among the score of diners, he'd met one, a materials engineer. The other was an attractive woman, not quite Kim's height. The shock was her long hair, obviously dyed as it was cream white but she couldn't have been more than the mid-twenties. Carole's and Anna's attentions stayed locked on each other so he doubted they'd even seen her. In a sudden lull in conversation between his dinner companions, he thought he'd detected a hint of Valley Scandihoovian in her voice that was at the edge of audibility. If so, no one he'd ever met. Regular interactions allowed him to recognize individual Sylvans but he couldn't recall memory of either of the two males with her, both about what he'd think of as thirty or so. That meant they were the oldest of the generations born on the interstellar ship after everyone had been awakened and was on final approach to the solar system. "Another satellite?" Carole's voice had been low when Peter's mind snapped back from the mystery from the nearby table. What had Anna actually said? He forced himself to stay still. "Angie will shtaey here, but Vanesha will be going with you," Anna continued, "and your friend Lizsh. There are more changelaings and humansh, not sho manay of 'ush.' Laike mae." Peter tried to hide his wince as he heard a soft version of Anna's challenge sound, something like a grunt but slower, more visceral, verbal without being words. Carole's mouth quirked at it into a tight smile. Peter looked at Anna then at Carole as they held eyes, he didn't know what Carole might've discussed with Angie and Liz and others but he felt she'd understood Anna's sound, the meaning. She'd refused to watch any of the 'home movies' Anna had given him beyond a few stills that were mainly very Earth-like landscapes. The human woman took a long, slow drink of her wine, something red and from California but Peter had remembered little more than that and the fact it was very good. Unlike coffee, the assemblers could match mediocre wine from Earth but this was well past that. And like coffee and whisky, most Sylvans could drink Earth's wine and it was popular enough that Anna imposed limits to avoid it taking too much space on their secret shipments. Carole set her glass down but drummed her fingers on the stem for a moment before she spoke. "When?" "After Chrishtmash, manae will be shwitching. Your work there, more tech here." Maybe that explained the newcomers at that other table ran through Peter's mind. "This is what you haven't told me," Carole looked at Peter, his expression admitted as much, "but I also know it wasn't your idea." She leaned against his shoulder and took his hand and closed her eyes for a moment before she opened them and looked at Anna and sat straight but kept Peter's hand. "I don't envy you, Queen Anna, the decisions you have to make. I... still don't know if I BELIEVE your story of your home world..." Anna sipped her wine, nodded at Carole's point but stayed silent. "But this one believes you," she lifted Peter's hand with hers, kept her grip, "and he's the smartest man I've ever known." "He ish indaed shmart," Anna said lightly. "And he's probably the best fuck on this boat," Carole's voice pitched low and slow, "and probably tired of me not giving up my ass. Like that Jayne whore of yours did." Peter exhaled hard but Anna and Carole both let out snorted laughs. "He doesn't WANT me to go," Carole said softly, she tightened her grip, "but he NEEDS me to go. And... I... need to go. For a while..." She looked at Anna, who sipped her wine and maintained her silence. "I've been your succubus for a long time, Anna, even if I didn't know that's what I was. And if you won't let me go back to Earth," she paused and Anna smiled tightly and her head shook barely perceptively, "then I'll go as far as I can. One of these days..." She stopped and pulled Peter's hand to her mouth and kissed it, he leaned into her. "Maybe things will be normal again." "Wae can hope." Peter felt Carole's head turn and moved to meet her and leaned down and kissed her slowly. Both sets of eyes held tears but also acceptance. Peter had asked for new quarters once Carole had left the first week of January. He'd expected something smaller and had steeled himself to lose his views so it was a surprise when Angie had led him to the opposite side of the satellite and into a similar, two room unit with a bath and windows. He set the hand truck with his few boxes of personal possessions upright. "Uh, hey... I like it, but... this big, just for me..." "You'll have to ask Queen Anna," Angie shrugged as she walked into the bedroom to hang up the armload of his clothes she'd carried. She stood near the door as he pushed the boxes off of the hand truck then manoeuvred it to her. "Thanks for the help, Angie, Laurel or Hardy would've been nice, get them to do some honest work." Dark hair shook as the young woman laughed at that. He'd seen her looks, she was as leery of those strange beings as he was. He'd long been allowed unescorted access to many sections of the ship so he didn't see them constantly but they were around. His digging around databases he'd found once past access limits indicated there weren't more than thirty or so across the three satellites and on Earth. As with the changelings they were a creation of Queen Anna and her biologists from her people as root stock. Like humans, convergent evolution had led Sylvans to also trade a level of strength for intelligence and similar atmospheres and gravity meant the two peoples were roughly equivalent in native muscle power. The guards traded analytic intelligence to get back extreme bulk and strength but there were exceptions, like the Laurel and Hardy pair who'd kidnapped him and Carole. As a result, that pair was near unique in Anna trusting them to be on Earth without being directly accompanied by a Sylvan or a changeling. "You set?" Peter nodded to the question. "Good, you're coming to our birthday party Saturday, right?" 'Our' birthday. The changelings weren't clones but... and each had been born normally... but somehow each year's group all on the same day. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Peter smiled, "but I have no idea what gift you want." She let out an exhaled laugh and backed up with the hand truck and pulled the door closed behind her. "Well, that answers that...," he said with his own laugh as he looked at his boxes. He and Carole had both been presented with various personal items such as books and photos but no explanation had been offered how they'd been collected from their respective rooms. Carole hadn't been happy that clothes and shoes hadn't been included but their complaints had been met with a solid wall of disinterest. And only the guards, with their cheap but real black or dark blue suits, were generally allowed anything but the printed paper-cloth clothing and simple shoes, although he'd hacked the system at Carole's request to expand the styles. The one exception was the native Sylvan sari-like wrap that Anna favoured and allowed others to also wear for'special occasions.' It wrapped around the wearer's breasts, down one side of the torso then wrapped again around the hips from where two pieces draped, either to mid-thighs or as Anna wore it to mid-calf. The drape allowed both legs to show, although in the videos Peter had seen Anna wear it so her impressive tits and even her pussy and ass were exposed, the drapes set to fall along the outside of each leg. The native word was something like'_twart_'which the earbud simply rendered as 'wrap.' Even Anna, the _de facto_ leader of the expedition, limited her clothing the same way. When he arrived at the birthday party, a couple of other Sylvan females had less strikingly colorful wraps but the guests-of-honor changelings wore the ship-standard printed two-piece pullovers and trousers. Anna had the same deep, deep purple wrap from her Earthly appearance on Halloween when Peter had first met her. He'd learned since that its color extended into the ultraviolet which Sylvan eyes could just detect. "Tell me Anna, are those girls legal drinking age?" Peter sipped a beer, a keg from England of something dark amber and quite low in carbonation but well beyond most American beers in body and taste. The Queen had a glass of Argentine Malbec, Peter hadn't known Argentina produced wine. He turned to look at Angie and Kim and another pair of changelings who all stood near the door with the same dark hair, pale skin, green eyes and voices without affect and all with glasses of red or white wines. Kim's accent had become slightly more American since he'd first met her but it was still an outlier. Had any of his classmates seen the four of them like that on the Uni campus they'd have thought they were four cute brunettes talking and laughing. Peter was quite sure other humans would notice the odd set of their eyes and postures and if they watched, gaits that implied slight joint issues. And their voices. But in a setting like the Uni with students and professors from every continent that would pass quickly. With exotic voices their looks would as quickly be glossed over as well. "Kim will shoon be twenty-one and Angiae and Margaret and Fraeda are twenty tonaight," Anna answered, "but wae have our own rulesh. Which ish good, you are barlaey old enough." Sylvans of similar ages to the quartet and older circulated in the room that had been the restaurant but had been cleared of tables. There was an older human couple, a man and woman he and Carole had dined with occasionally and a couple of other human women, like Liz in their forties. They were lawyers of some sort who helped feed what secrets Anna wanted to technology or marketing firms. He wondered about the white-haired young human woman he'd seen a month ago but saw neither her nor the pair of male Sylvans she'd been with. Peter had never seen a live Sylvan child, Anna had assured him they existed but all lived on the other two satellites. As did the younger changelings and even a handful of human babies. The first ones born in space. And he guessed but had never brought it up, baby guards. Because that blew his mind. The state of his family meant he'd had few 'happy' memories as a child so he'd never been oriented to being a father. But when he'd learned that the Sylvans had overturned their entire society to build interstellar arks to escape their doomed planet, a project that only descendent generations would take, told him they treasured their children as much as he'd always read humans did. Well, humans not his family. "Hey, I'm a very OLD twenty-three, Anna, but, your satellite, your rules," they tapped glasses and both smiled, her nipples were prominent through the tight wrap across her breasts. He'd intentionally worn snug briefs to avoid embarrassment and at the moment was quite happy he'd done so. He heard squeals and loud verbal and non-verbal greetings as the changeling group all turned to someone who'd just entered and they converged on her in a group hug. Peter's mouth stayed open in a small 'o' and he stood still. The new arrival was taller than the others, he guessed she was barely shorter than he was, taller than even Anna, the tallest female Sylvan he'd ever met and other than guards he'd only met a couple of males taller than her. "Paetor, are you okay?" Anna's voice was distant, muffled. But this new girl, no, young woman, wasn't Sylvan. She was a changeling. No. Maybe. What... Her face was human. More, her eyes, their set, shape...They were human. But green like the changelings. Her skin was pale, her brunette hair fell around her face and shoulders in soft waves. Rather than the usual two-piece garments the changelings wore she had an iridescent blood red wrap. It covered her nipples but pushed the tops of her large, very large breasts up to expose two round folds of pale flesh. Her abs were solid and her wrap was short and showed toned legs down to low-heeled ankle-covering boots. She wasn't beautiful in a classical sense. But her expression of joy and obvious ebullience turned her from cute and round-faced to something more. "Come, Paetor," Anna slipped her right arm around his left and nudged him to move, "let me introduce you." The other two dozen attendees had all gone silent at the new entrant's arrival and a few shifted themselves slightly to allow Anna and Peter a path. The new young woman's eyes caught Anna's and she moved as the changelings parted and she stepped forward. Anna slipped her arm from Peter's and handed him her wine so she could wrap the tall woman in a hug. They pulled their heads back a bit and kissed quickly on the lips before Anna spun them so the woman stood on her right side and they both faced Peter. "Paetor, allow me to introduce Anna. Anna, Paetor," she and the young woman looked at each other, "I've told you about him. Paetor, Anna wash born in Africa and hash had a bit of a laife." Anna reached out with her left hand to take her wine back and the new woman offered her right hand. Peter handed Anna her wine and shifted his beer to his left hand to clasp the 'new' Anna's hand. Her flesh was warm, smooth, but her grip was firm. And strong. He'd only had fleeting contact with the actual flesh from any changeling but it hadn't quite felt... not exactly right. Sylvan body temperature was slightly above humans and their skin was warm but again, a unique feel and the changelings weren't that. But this Anna's? Their hands shifted from a shake to something else but stayed together. His thankfulness at the briefs was heartfelt. "Anna?" His voice wavered but at least he'd found it. "Don't you have more names? Anna squared? I... can't handle that." "Please, Peter," the young woman's voice was low, smooth, an accent not American but not clearly anything else, "I'm sure you'll be able to handle both of us." Date Night [February1984] It was a date. The satellite had a thirty-seat theater mainly for movies although Sylvan stand-up was apparently a thing. His earbud had translated the words but he'd always heard 'comedy didn't travel.' He'd learned the phrase fit, at least in that case. "Why this movie?" Peter had asked as the lights had gone down and coming attractions began, the Ritual must be observed. Their shared popcorn was just past half eaten. Ritual. "I'm going to your Uni one of these days," was Anna Squared's answer, "need to learn about college!" "I'm not sure this—-," was as far as he got before the'shushes' started. He laughed. The seats were nicely padded and high backed like the seats on the shuttle and the starscape room so he and Anna Squared both leaned back. The incredible resolution of the large flatscreen was wasted. The movie had been copied from a video cassette but the two-thirds full house laughed at the outrageous college-set comedy about a slob fraternity battling the snob frats and sororities. Apparently the exposure to Earth's cultures meant the broad comedy in this case traveled well enough although Peter's laughter was occasionally alone at the odd subtle joke. The popcorn done, disastrous onscreen test results led to the slob fraternity's decision to hold a 'toga party.' "What's a—-," Anna whispered as Peter touched her lips and she went silent then slid that same hand against warm arm flesh and she slid down in her seat and nudged his arm around her shoulders. They pushed the armrests up so she could snuggle into him before she pulled his right hand down until he took the hint. "Ah, that's a toga, I want one" she whispered then purred. He caressed her braless breast through the thin fabric of her printed shirt, a modified setting from the code that he'd broken for Carole in the early days and since released across the fleet, much to Queen Anna's surprise. But she'd not had the systems locked down again. Unusually the blouse was also button- down as opposed to the ubiquitous pullover, most residents were allowed to order them occasionally but Peter suspected Anna Squared might not fall into that class. The hem was square and untucked, like Peter's more common cobalt blue pullover. He felt the nipple expand as her right hand pressed his hand and added pressure to her own flesh as her left hand worked its way slowly up his thigh from the knee. He scissored the nipple between two fingers to coax it to grow and Anna's breath gained a soft staccato. He pulled her slightly closer so he could reach the third button on her blouse, the highest one done up. He quickly undid the button and her hand slid over to undo one more as he pushed his hand under the cloth and slid fingertips against firm, rounded flesh until he found the now unprotected nipple and she started slightly. Then she and most of the audience laughed and she pressed again on the outside of her blouse to hold his hand tightly against her nipple as a cascade of wadded up tissue paper fell from the unhooked bra of the girl on the screen. "None of that needed here," Peter whispered into her ear as he squeezed flesh. Then it was his turn to huff. He'd skipped briefs, not sure what the evening held. When he'd met Anna Squared at the Sylvan restaurant he'd almost regretted it, with her shoulders back the thin and tight fabric clearly outlined her large breasts as they ignored the 0.98 percent of Earth's gravity that physics and engineering beyond his understanding generated. His prick had stirred with his efforts and as her left hand worked its way up his thigh it had fully awakened. Her fingers found it through the cloth and pressed around the head and rubbed cloth against it and the edge of the shaft. He slid his idle left hand onto her left thigh, felt her quad tense as he made contact before she opened her legs by pushing that thigh tighter against his. She stroked the last quarter and head of his hard cock as his right hand flexed along the flesh of her tit and his fingers met at the nipple before the reversed. His left hand slid across her thigh and against her pubic flesh before he drew a gasp from her as his pressure moved downward. Her head pushed back as her teeth bit down on her lower lip and her eyes closed. She rocked her hips a degree and he worked the edge of his left hand against the hard button of flesh and he limited himself to a huff as her hand gripped his prick. The last of the movie was a blur as they'd tried not to attract everyone's attention but he'd used touch to show her how much pressure to apply to avoid an unfortunate ending, he'd had to guess but had kept her on a plateau without pushing her over the edge. As the lights came up their hands had moved to advanced but neutral positions, he'd moved to her buttons but she'd shaken her head, given him a crooked smile and a wink. He shifted the cloth back into place but with buttons undone past her breastbone their fellow moviegoers were treated to expansive views. Peter smiled at them not being the only couple whose clothing wasn't as well placed as at the beginning of the movie. The blur had continued as they'd made their way into the hallways. Couples, trios and larger groups had leered at them, arm in arm, especially as he'd released the last button on Anna's shirt without resistance. But as his almost painfully-hard erection was also an obvious presence, they were a matched pair. Small but obvious stains in both crotches offered additional proof of their moods and more than one onlooker's eye lingered there. They turned a corner arm in arm and froze. Queen Anna, Angie and her chief advisor, a male Sylvan about the Queen's age named _Reyowlef_, 'Ralph,' stopped less rigidly. All smiled broadly and glanced at the couple's eyes before they moved down the well displayed bodies. Angie's eyes darted away from Peter's obvious bulge then back and away again, a shy smile on her face. "I promished you, dear girl," the Queen's eyes locked the younger Anna's before she guided them also to Peter's crotch, "that you would not be dishappainted." Anna snorted but she nodded. Ralph let out a couple of the cough-like sounds that were Sylvan laughs and wagged his head side to side. Mismatched eyes bore into Peter. "And you. Besht not let her down, raight?" He raised an eyebrow as Anna pulled tightly against his side. "Trust me, my queen." He turned himself and Anna and put one hand on her chin and he pulled her face to his, she pushed her lips hard against his. He let her continue to two heartbeats then lightly pushed her back so he could shape his lips and after a moment she imitated him. He heard Queen Anna's sub-vocal approval, it wasn't her challenge sound but a sound that welcomed a paramour. Angie let out a nervous laugh. But. Anna. She was... adamant. But. He worked her mouth and pushed her tongue back then touched her lips. She pushed her body to rub against his cock before he used his fingers on her chin to separate their mouths. "Coming back to my place? I'll show you some real kissing," he whispered as their eyes locked. He wasn't used to women who were eye level with him. It was an odd sensation. They stayed tight but turned their heads and their leader shrugged for the pair with her to follow and she led them past, her hand goosed Peter as she walked by. "Yeah, think we showed them what's up," a note of triumph in Anna's voice although its tone didn't change. But he kissed her quickly again to forestall conversation for the moment and turned her so he could slide an arm around her waist and she did the same. There was a strong musk in the air, he wondered what anyone coming by after they were all gone would think. But he mused on it for only an instant before he led her on a quick pace the last couple of hundred yards to his door. "Humph," Peter broke the kiss, "you're not supposed to pull it off, Anna." He wrapped his fingers around hers and convinced them to release the vise grip from his stiff shaft. "Wait," she went still at his direction, "need lube." He guided her hand to her pussy and slid their joined fingers between the lips to gather some of the plentiful moisture. Her mouth popped open as they left the slit to quickly circle her own erect flesh before he guided her hand back to his prick. |
He rubbed the moisture around her fingers and onto her palm. "Like this," his voice breathy as he guided her hand to softly circle his cock before he guided her to stroke it. "Better?" Her voice was husky and broken but he touched her lips and smiled. "Keep going," he said before he bent over to suck momentarily on her left nipple, "this one didn't get enough attention at the movie." His mouth returned to the nipple to rectify that. She slowly stroked his cock and put her other hand on the back of his neck. He worked the nipple to its full extent before he switched and he inserted a finger into her cunt and worked it from the bottom to the top of her slit then he used her moisture to scissor her clit. Their clothes and shoes trailed from near their position in the bedroom to the door from the hallway. The satellites weren't geosynchronous so despite 'local' time being near midnight the opened shutters showed the muted disk of the sun through the darkened glass of the windows and Anna's pale skin was suffused with a glow that was the only light in the room. Peter nudged her backwards until her legs met the bed and he kissed down her torso as she slid onto the bed. Her abs were taut. Not showy like a six-pack but firm, strong without the bodybuilder's physique. But any thought on that left his mind as he kissed his way into her crotch, he wrapped his arms around her hips and pushed her ass onto the bed. She let out a sharp exhale and her hands pressed the back of his head as his mouth found her engorged clit and sucked it in. She slid back a few more inches so she could spread her legs and set her feet on the edge of the bed to lever her crotch hard into Peter's face. He sucked hard on her clit and circled its end with his tongue. He wrapped his left arm around her leg and hip and ran his other fingers between her very wet pussy lips. He loosened his pressure on her clit as he slid two fingers into her body and kissed downward as he used his fingers to open her enough to run his tongue along the inside edges of her slit before he stopped and pushed it as deeply as it could reach. Her moans weren't Sylvan sounds but human. Pants and heavy exhales as her hips looked to match the rhythm of her lover. Peter used his arm to steady her as he worked his fingers onto the hard spot behind her clit and sucked her external flesh back into his mouth. He listened as her breath went ragged, her thighs and glutes tensed as he worked her rhythmically. "Ahhh... of... ahhh... fuck... that... fucking bitch," Anna yelled as her cunt snapped tight around Peter's fingers as a gush of hot liquid pushed it way past those digits. He kept her clit in his mouth but slowly released the pressure as she bucked her hips in sync as the pulses of her pussy slowly calmed and she laid flat on the bed with her body covered in sweat as Peter pulled his fingers from her body and she jerked when he gave her still engorged and overstimulated flesh a final kiss before he rose to stand alongside the bed. Her hands reached out and he took them with his. Her bright green eyes opened halfway. "Who?" He asked. She smiled. "Anna," she said slowly, the huskiness she meant didn't quite take, "Queen Anna... wouldn't let... me do this... before. Bitch..." Why—-," he grunted as she suddenly threw herself backwards and twisted to lay on the bed. The big surprise was her strength as she gripped his hands tightly and pulled him to follow. He landed on the bed on his knees and flipped himself over her right leg as she flattened it, as he landed she spread her legs again. "Something else she wouldn't let me do," Anna's voice still didn't have the husk Peter felt she wanted but he kept his silence, she looked at his erect cock then back at his face and licked her lips, "and I think that's ready." He leaned forward to lay over her and slid on his knees as she rubbed her hands along her pussy then she grabbed his cock. But her grip was softer than before and she stroked her slick fingers and palms along the length of his hard flesh and pulled him closer. He let her guide him to her entrance where he held fast, "Hey," she said but stopped as he rubbed the head from the bottom to the top of the slit and pressed along her still erect bump. She aahhed. He moved down again. "You've never done this, Anna... Sure you want..." "Yeah, I'm... safe. She...," Anna pushed her crotch and forced the swollen head of his cock into her body, she purred quickly, "said I had to concentrate on my studies." She pushed further and he backed off so only the end of his shaft held its position. "I'm only a year younger than Angie and the gang," she pouted, before she grabbed Peter's hips and pulled him hard and his prick slammed fully into her body. She grunted and her eyes closed but her mouth went to a wide smile. "Hey!" He shouted before he grunted as his pubic bone collided with hers before he adjusted his arms to set his weight on his elbows. He lifted slightly, noticed again how little her large breasts sagged even when she was prone, again he wondered at her obvious strength. She was tall and toned. She opened her eyes as he pulled his hips back and lifted her head slightly and looked down her body as he left only the very tip of the head in her body before she watched him slip it into her again. She exhaled quickly as he slowly pressed more deeply into her. He lowered himself as he worked toward a rhythm and she leaned her head back. It was the first time he'd ever had to stretch just slightly to kiss a woman while he made love to her. His next thought was to hope he'd last long enough to make her first time something she'd remember as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He looked down on the sleeping form in his bed, the ceiling's soft glow gave the room a hint of dawn. Her dark brown hair was messy across the pillow and the sheet pushed around her waist. She was on her right side and she stirred as he stood alongside the bed. "G'morning, Anna," he said softly as he sat on the edge of the bed, "sleep well?" She blinked and smiled, lifted her head and he leaned over and kissed her. "Do I have morning breath?" He raised an eyebrow, her expression was serious. "If you do, so do I. Why are you worried?" He tried to keep his tone light, not mocking. "Angie said—-," He laughed. "I'm reasonably sure Angie isn't an authority on, well, the morning after. Now, if you're getting sex advice from our Queen..." Her face had the slightest hint of shock before it morphed to a shy smile. "Oh, hey," she pushed him and he stood quickly and offered a hand as she slid and stood, "back in..." He was on his back on the bed when she returned. "Feel better?" "Mostly," she climbed on the bed and straddled him, "but a bit... ow..." His prick woke up quickly as she rocked against it, he kept the bedroom cooler than station average and his naked flesh offered hints of goosebumps but hers didn't. He rocked his hips to encourage his shaft back to full excitement. She reached between her legs and grabbed his cock and adjusted its aim and moved slightly but stopped. "Oh... ow..." "Bit sore?" She nodded. "Well, I worked you over, what, three times last night. And more with my tongue. That's impressive for your first time. No wonder." "Oh, hell...," she squeezed his hard cock, "I've got this thing all excited... Angie said..." She actually looked disconsolate, he thought. "Hey, Angie's sex advice, what'd I say?" She laughed but her expression didn't change as her fingers flexed around his flesh. "If you want us to deal with this," he flexed and his shaft jerked and she smiled before she grabbed it again, "get on your hands and knees. There's another option. I need to grab something." Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It took a couple of heartbeats but her mouth locked open and she froze. Then she smiled broadly. "I can guarantee Angie's never done THIS," Peter said. Anna stayed over him for another moment before she gave his cock a last squeeze and moved alongside him. He shifted to open the lower drawer in the side table and pulled out a small plastic bottle before he sat up and twisted to kneel behind her. "What?" He popped the top and squeezed the slick liquid onto his hand. "Reach through," she took a second then reached her right hand between her legs, he took it with his and rubbed the lube the length of his cock. "Make sure the head's good and slick," he told her and she obeyed, "now..." He slid a slick finger around her rectal opening before he paused, she rubbed his cock and he pushed a finger past her back door. He pulled it out and re- entered her with two fingers as she groaned. She grabbed his cock. "Use the goo and rub your clit and finger yourself, you'll feel it," he directed her, she grunted but released his cock and did so. He adjusted his body and prepared his cock's position at her back opening. He let her build momentum rubbing her clit before he pushed the head into her ass. He heard her exhale as he slowly pushed two-thirds of his shaft into her before he stopped. He felt a fingertip through flesh on his buried shaft as he slowly withdrew. "Fuck... wow... why wouldn't Angie do this? I can't wait to tell her and the other girls!" Peter's stroke faltered slightly before Anna's hoarse directive restored his concentration. "C'mon, move!" He did so, gained speed slowly over the next dozen strokes but she found full penetration uncomfortable so he limited himself. She found that very enjoyable. A sentiment he shared. Revelations [December 1984] Peter let out a short laugh after Laurel had pulled the door closed to leave the room in pitch blackness again. No. Not pitch blackness. "You've cheated all this time, my Queen," Peter said to the glowing shape at the far right of the room. She always chose a different chair for their meetings. But this time he'd prepared. "Chaeat? Moi?" Her voice offered a wounded tone but the French syllable was excellent. He walked slowly but steadily to the chair nearest her and sat. "Impreshive, Paetor," she offered as he sat, "memoray?" He laughed again. "Nope, found out your assembler could make me contact lenses." "You do not neaed them...," an oddly querying tone. "These are special ones. But, I might need something to loosen my throat. I'm a bit dry..." She laughed and he heard tinkling of glasses and suddenly understood the appeal of her intricately cut decanter as she poured a mostly invisible liquid into two glasses. "Holy shi..., Anna," he went silent as he reached for the offered glass but took her hand instead and traced a finger in a curved arc along her forearm before he released her and took the glass. "Your folks would freaking glow on Earth." She let out a short series of cough-like sounds. Although Anna and many of her people showed amusement via human laughter he'd learned this was the native Sylvan version. "I chaeat? Your eayes," her wounded tone again. "Just making us even," he raised the glass, "figured out how to get lenses that would let me see ultraviolet. These chairs are all outlined, your decanter, it reflects. How you can see in here." This time she left the room dark except for the ultraviolet outlines. The designs in her skin weren't fluorescent but highlights were visible. And likely unique to each Sylvan. "I didn't see much else different though. Except in here. Your star doesn't put out much ultraviolet." "Jusht haighlaights," she confirmed, "but laike crazy now." "They're leaving, right?" Her grunt affirmed his statement. "A few hundred million... like you. Leaving. Is everyone off the planet." "No...," her tone conveyed more sadness than he'd ever heard, "millionss have shtayed. Thaey wanted..." "I've seen the simulations," Peter said, "when your sun goes, it'll scour the planet's dayside to bedrock. Won't completely evaporate the oceans, but it'll blow the atmosphere away too and then the oceans will be done for. Not to mention months of heavy radiation, just in case anything isn't dead yet. No, not will, did... Light is slow..." Her slow exhale was confirmation. They both sipped. Bourbon. Excellent as usual. When he'd arrived on the station 'whiskey' was every brown alcohol and generally a step away from varnish. That there were multiple types? That tasted like this? Who the hell knew that? Queen Anna apparently. But he doubted her enjoyment of this one was much deeper than his at the moment. "I know some of your people burrowed, dug... old deep mines." She snorted, exasperation, he detected her nod. "Even if they survived... the sun will be too unstable to ever support life again, whatever's left of it." "Yesh, one ark staeyed behind, until lasht moment." "And the elevators?" "Worked." "When will it have to leave to be far enough away?" "Eain's projectionsh have been... perfect. Lesh than a year and we should finally see it. The last ark will have had to leave four, five months before and it will be very rishkay. But the onesh who shtayed... long gone..." He'd never heard her voice crack like that. He blinked at the sudden moisture in his eyes. He sipped, hoped for it to dull his senses quickly. Then he tried to shift the subject. "We're listening to messages almost thirty-three years old... Are we certain the arks made it far enough? Survived?" "No. We jusht have to... waiat." "So. Three hundred years. And change. Then... millions of your paeple arrive. Not changelings." "Shome. Manay maey chooshe that path when thaeay awaeke. For their babiesh." "That'll still leave all... of the others." "Why I musht sucshaead here." "And. Ian's work on the attack... A thousand years before Earth is in their crosshairs. If he's right. Humans... can't think that far ahead." "He, hiss work, hash been... perfect. Human'ss will... have to. Or die. Like mae planet." "And if they, whoever, whatever they are, don't fuck up again, humans won't have two centuries to escape." "No." Her voice was again firm. "Your surname, Anna," he said softly and she looked at him with a querying expression, "is Lightbringer." "Yesh." "In myths, my people's, that's what Lucifer means. Satan, the devil. Your paeple bring many promises, but there's a price. Deals with the devil always come with a price." She simply nodded then they sat in silence and emptied their glasses. "Like Carole's deal with you." Anna let out a soft sub-vocal sound, but nodded and her look had a hint of sadness. She was intellectually aware of human myths, something the resolutely rational Sylvans didn't have much of and he and other humans had brought this point up, tried to make them understand. Peter watched the decanter glint again as he held his glass out for her to refill it before she refilled her own. They sipped and watched the star field, she always timed these meetings for moonless 'nights' in Earth's shadow. "Christmas party in two weeks," Peter broke the silence with what he hoped was a brighter tone, "then Anna's leaving. Year after Carole..." Anna tilted her head before she nodded slightly and made a soft burr in her throat. "Did shae tell you?" "No... I'm not... the same person you met that Halloween. Your spy is good. She's not said a word. But... I can tell. I know her now. And I know you." "Oh?" He enjoyed his rare triumphs over the Queen. "You like the synchrony, a year ago tonight you told Carole... and she left in January. You need to... get things moving." "Yesh. Shae will go to another satellite for a few weeks, then to Nashville, then to maeat Jayne to get ready for the Uni." "She's incredible," Peter nodded, "you've faked an undergrad degree for her, but she knows the stuff, she learned biology from you and her mom from the time she was an infant and I tutored her in computers. She'll be fine at the Uni. Unless she's too busy fucking better looking guys than me." "She'll be like her Queen," Anna said after a clear human laugh followed by a soft sub-vocal challenge, "fuck them all and shtudy at the shame taime!" Peter laughed at the memory of this Anna's video record. If Anna Squared kept up half that pace the guys at the Uni would scream for mercy. "So, do you have a new one for me to, um, train?" Anna took a sip before she spoke in a less jaunty tone. "Not yet. Anna Shquared ash you call her ish... unique. You've met a couple of them jusht younger than her..." "And they're as good as Angie. But not Anna Squared. Not quite." "True. Your schiencsh callsh it the 'uncanny valley.' If my changelingsh not perfect, humansh will react poorly. If not perfect, better to be original. Laike mae." Peter sipped his bourbon in the silence as they both watched the dimmer stars disappear. He knew they only had a few minutes before they'd cross the terminator. Anna's mood had also dimmed after its short peak, he'd never seen her morose like this in public. Only... "Shi..." She turned to look at him, her head tilted at his outburst but she said nothing. "Right after you brought me and Carole up, you said to me something about 'close advisers' would see our conversation." She nodded, a human gesture all of the Sylvans understood but didn't always use. A side-to-side wag was their equivalent. "What am I?" She smiled and lifted her glass to him, tipped it slightly, then put it to her mouth. He replicated a heartbeat later before he spoke softly. "You've shown me a side you can't show 'them,' your doubts. And worry." The illumination in the room had increased so he could see her features. She'd gone into hypersleep barely into her thirties, had slept for almost a century, taken her two year shift awake as part of the rotating crew as they travelled through the Great Empty. Her second century of sleep had been interrupted early with the deaths of the senior leadership in their hypersleep booths. That had been twenty and five years ago, that shock soon followed by the messages from the doomed first expedition as the pair now known as the Golden Criminals sabotaged the first interstellar starship as part of their escape plan. Like Anna's team did a dozen years later, they'd have parked their starship in orbit on the opposite side of the sun from the Earth and loosed a single, rather than the second expedition's three, stealthed satellites to let the Earth catch up to them a few months later to begin their spying mission. For just a moment Anna's vitality seemed to have drained, the weight of over two hundred and fifty years pressed her down. Then the look cleared. Sylvans regularly lived two, even three decades past a hundred and could stay vital for almost all of that. So she was barely middle-aged. "Then, I need to say something. Your plan? Anna Squared, changelings, slowly infiltrate Earth's technology and media..." "You dishagraea?" "Oh hell, no! Not me. But your own people. Well, some of them." A sub-vocal huff of dismissal cut off and her mouth stayed slightly open as she read his face. Then she touched those lips that weren't really lips with the tip of that square tongue. "Tell mae." "Your computers. I've... well, your security isn't as good as—-" She coughed. Sylvan laughter. Then she shook her head. His passing thought was Sylvans might just fit in, she'd applied human reactions naturally. She poked her glass at him. "Go on..." "I've found signs of, well, something. I don't know what yet but I think there are Sylvans who are planning something. Something big. Whatever it is, my AIs have been blocked. It's not any of your official projects." "How do you know?" "I broke all of YOUR security months ago." She stared at him but he couldn't tell if she was truly angry. Or just not yet angry. "Washn't the phrasse 'off with hish head' that Queensh got to ushe?" "You got a guillotine hidden on this rust bucket?" Her human laughter was sudden and clear. His surprise was as clear. She took a slow, deep breath and closed her mismatched eyes. "Who should I talk to? I've kept silent, haven't been sure which of your computer folks to tell." "No one," her voice was hard, "I beliaeve you. I have had... mae sushpishionss. You musht faind them, who, what they are planning." "But your 'paeple,' to hel—-" "No," her tone brooked no dissent then softened, "who to trusht? You. Mae." Unexpected Encounters [December 1984] His hair combed but still wet he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the little bathroom. "Hey, lover, remember, we have dinner tonight. Don't get lost in your work again!" He exhaled at that and she kissed him quickly and he watched her pull the door closed behind her, off to do whatever it was that spies did to prepare for their mission as a Uni graduate student in bioengineering. He thought of the eager student he'd met not quite a year earlier. He'd known immediately she was different from Queen Anna's changeling crew. It wasn't just her height. Her eyes were, like theirs, green. Her skin was, like theirs, pale and without the subtle designs of the Sylvans. But as a lone young human woman on an alien space station, they were her closest natural peer group so it seemed natural she'd be friends with them. Besides, Carole had pale skin and green eyes. He initially believed the cover story that Anna, like Carole, was a human, born on earth. But unlike Carole, he'd believed she was openly working with the aliens, like Jayne the Cat. And Sheryl. And that white-haired woman he'd seen that night Queen Anna had sent Carole away. And him now. Anna's carriage was stiff but smoothly better than Kim's and subtly better than Angie's, the two generations of changelings just before hers. It was well within any definition of 'human.' She was taller than average for women so at first meeting people might think her ungainly, despite her pretty face, her full chest on a frame with a smooth stomach and an ass that was shapely but without broad hips. Her eyes were maybe a brighter green than was common but their shape implied little more than an exotic heritage. But he'd started at the name. Did they have so few to use? "No, lover," she'd said, "I chose it. I'm going to be the first one to really 'go down' there... This is all due to her work, should be her name that goes down." He knew the 'her.' Indeed. She'd originally told him 'Queen' was only a nickname, kind of a title, but not with the earthly connotations the word carried. He'd eventually found the source of that 'title.' Her 'paeple' held her in high esteem and he knew her title was 'Director of Biology' but her authority went well beyond that. His lover's mind and body, her pussy, ass, mouth, were the momentary apex of the Queen's decades-long project. Her use of her body was the apex of Peter's efforts of the last year. She'd fuck any man she took a fancy to into an early grave, he was pretty sure. The aroma of sex was thick, he'd cracked enough of their systems to adjust the circulation to prevent it from clearing the room too quickly but without it seeming clammy. The other contributor to that aroma had showered and dressed while he'd lolled in a post-sex stupor in bed. It had been the voice that had finally convinced him. "Babe," he'd said as they'd lain side by side on their backs in bed after another marathon bout of fucking, both of them covered with sweat. They'd been together just over three months and he'd never quite worked out when he'd invited her to move in, she'd shared some sort of quarters with Angie and Kim on this satellite, with other changelings on the other, when she hadn't been on Earth with Jayne or with Jenny, her contact in Nashville. "Um?" She hadn't opened her eyes, but had rolled her head toward him, her left hand in his right. "You weren't born in Africa." She released his hand and shifted her arm as she rolled to lift herself onto that bent elbow. "Of course I was." He rolled his head and opened his eyes to look into her fretful expression and smiled softly. "Don't worry. Humans... well, earthlings, will buy your Africa story. But, it's your voice." She frowned. Anna's voice, the Queen's, the original Anna's, was fine, emotive, her accent heavy but her command of English solid. Leagues beyond any ability he had to speak their language. Same with the other 'original' Sylvans he'd met. The older changelings were worse, they felt the full range of human emotions, they laughed and he'd seen a couple of tears fall from Angie's eyes when Carole had left. But their voices just didn't stray from a near monotone. He knew the Queen fretted over this flaw in her work, it had to be something deep but like languages genetics wasn't his forte. "You're much better than Kim, bit better than Angie. I... suspected. But it's taken me this time to convince myself. And hey, I'm around you every night." Her expression calmed but she didn't fully relax. He could tell she was deep in thought. "You've spent months on Earth, that's clear. You were with Jayne that summer right after they dragged me and Carole up here, right?" She nodded. "And only Jayne knew?" She nodded again. "Did her mother, anyone at the hospital, shopping, ever react? Ever go 'bullshit' when you talked about your parents being missionaries, you growing up with nannies and foreign kids and others? Learning English like that, well, it's a great story." She exhaled slowly and looked over him at some distant point. "No, people usually said it sounded like a neat way to grow up. Especially in your Valley, where all the kids all go on missions." "And remember," she looked back at him as he spoke, "I have the gang to compare you to and I know what they are. No one, well, except Jayne and your contact in Nashville know what you are. You'll be fine." She lowered herself and snuggled against him with a soft laugh. His duties for one of his jobs satisfied for now, his other beckoned. They'd sent Carole because they'd judged his Professor's AI work might assist them in teaching their significantly more advanced AIs about humanity. They'd chosen him in part because his lack of family connections stood him apart from the rest of his work group. But they'd also judged him, properly, as the most creative of the crowd. His earbud chirped then a harsh voice broke in with a short, recorded message. "Hey, asswipe," Anna's voice was almost emotive, he thought, "pull your fucking head out of the computers and get home. We have places to be!" Oh, yeah. He blinked and shook his head. Spoke into his wristlet for it to deliver. "Yeah, uh, on the way." His earbud squealed. That wasn't her voice, she had a custom capability on her wristlet. He'd looked into turning it off but previously he'd been worried that would've signalled Queen Anna how much of their security he'd bypassed. That was moot now. But he saved the latest onto his personal padlet. He'd masked most of it from the ship's systems, had it pretend to sync openly while it hid most of what it held. He'd spent the day directing semi-autonomous AIs to explore a suite of secret capabilities. Tools. Messages. Large files. Protected. Very well protected. And not by any of the standard protocols or ciphers. Similar but modified. Breaking it wasn't hard. Breaking it without being detected as he'd done with the standard systems was. Research on encryption based on huge primes was the rage on Earth but the quantum systems along with the shipboard supercomputers ate those for lunch. Nothing on a computer on Earth was hidden from him, or the Sylvans, if he could get access. And networks down there extended their tendrils by the day. He sighed. Since he'd revealed his efforts to the Queen he'd failed to identify the players or the plot. He suspected it was targeted at Earth, but even that wasn't certain. Tonight was the first Christmas party, before a weekend of celebrations, the actual day the following Monday. Anna would leave two days after that. He needed to be 'there' for her. It was obvious why the Sylvans wouldn't just nuke humans into oblivion, they needed the planet in working order. But could it be something more subtle? Next week's problem. After Anna Squared was gone. He gathered his padlet and told the lab to power down for the long weekend, his coworkers had largely gone to other satellites to be with friends or families. Terminals and lights dimmed as he left, although the supercomputers never slowed in their cryogenic baths. His earbud chirped again, incoming. "Meet me at the party. Toga on the bed. Don't even think about wearing underwear!" He snorted. As he walked through the halls and wondered if his dick was visible under the white toga with traditional red trim that was shorter than he'd expected, his mind wouldn't quiet. Anna Squared had gotten her toga party. No one else had been enthused but as it was only the 'preliminary' Christmas party Queen Anna had finally relented and given in to her namesake who would soon bring truth to the long-held human myth that 'aliens walk among us.' He expected almost everyone still on this satellite would be at the party, just over a hundred souls, with him probably the only actual human. All of the other humans he knew of had gone to the other ships, his guess that they wanted as many other humans around them as possible. He shrugged at that thought. He'd not had a strong dislike of any of the other 'expatriate' humans he'd met but other than Carole had little feeling for any either. And Carole. She'd finally adopted email and responded in a friendly but terse manner to his, as a rule. She seemed happy enough and apparently knew about him and Anna Squared but didn't seem to express annoyance at it. He knew her well enough to suspect she had'something' to tell him but whether that was she had her own lover or she never wanted to see him again was unclear. The latter didn't seem likely from the tone of her emails, though. But it was obvious she wasn't in a hurry for a reunion. Queen Anna had obviously applied a basic firewall to block him accessing any indirect sources of info on her, he could've broken that in an instant but in this case he'd respected the limit. Oh well. He heard the sound of an Earthly Christmas jingle and overlapped conversations in Sylvan as he neared the open doors to the restaurant in the Sylvan district where Queen Anna had told Carole about her plan and where he'd met Anna Squared at the Changeling birthday party. Like that party, the tables would've mostly been cleared for a buffet setup and lots of open space. Live slugs for everyone! "Wristlet," everybody named their device to address it, he'd found his choice was actually unique, "only translate direct statements to me." It chirped in his ear. He slid through the door into the cacophony. He greeted a number of Sylvans and was introduced to spouses or family members visiting. Most said at least 'hello' in English and a couple were almost as good as Anna Squared, beyond their Queen's command of his language. Anna Squared had relented on one aspect and togas were every color available and not the regulation white with colored trim. He smiled and shook hands and looked for either Anna. Then he heard a clear laugh and smiled then excused himself to a wink from the male Sylvan he'd been speaking with. Apparently he recognized the laugh as well and everyone on the ship knew about 'the couple.' Peter worked his way to a rear corner and heard distinct voices and laughs. The changelings. He saw the back of Anna's head through a quick part in the crowd and a quick move showed her back. Her toga was white but the deep purple trim's color extended into the ultraviolet. Changeling eyes were similar to human's in acuity. Anna's genetic adjustments allowed them to pass a cursory examination but they kept the Sylvan ability to see ultraviolet and her vision was sharper than most human eyes. He saw Anna and the changeling gang, Kim, Angie, Frida and Margaret, with a number of Sylvan females, older than them but younger than Queen Anna. None were familiar. Angie and Margaret saw him and smiled but hadn't yet said anything when he stepped to Anna's side and slipped his hand under the toga that exposed all but the topmost inch of her long legs and slid his fingers into the cleft of her ass before he worked them to the tip of her slit and felt the slightest moisture as she shifted to stand with her legs slightly wider. She turned and slid her left arm around his back and turned and they kissed. She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue and licked his lips before he opened his mouth and their tongues quickly met before she pulled back. "Sorry I'm late," he said as he looked quickly around the circle then at Anna, "got tied up at work." She shimmied her ass and he slid a finger slightly into her opening. "I told him not to be late," she said to laughs and coughs around the circle before she backed and turned which forced his finger even deeper and a dark haired Sylvan female on Anna's other side stepped slightly forward to face the couple. She caught Peter's eyes with hers, which were quite brown. There was something about her face that was unusual, he guessed she wasn't yet fifty, a bit younger than Queen Anna and a common age given the survivors of the original crew that had left their home planet as fresh university graduates. "Peter," Anna looked at him then at the Sylvan who'd stepped to face them, "I'd like to introduce my mother. Peter, mom. He's the one who's been raping me almost nightly for the last year. And he's finger-fucking me right now." Her tone was as light as she could make it as Peter's mouth dropped open as human and Sylvan laughs rang around the small circle. She stepped away quickly and his right hand fell free as Anna's mother stepped forward and grabbed that right hand and pulled it to her mouth. She locked her eyes onto his as she made a show to sniff his fingers then shocked him as she pulled them into her mouth and sucked. Her toga was white like her daughter's but had dark orange trim that meshed with her skin tone that was a shade darker than the other Sylvans and definitely darker than any of the changelings. Most of the togas around the circle covered at least a third if not a bit over half of the wearer's thighs, but not this one. Like her daughter's it didn't extend far beneath the swell of her shapely ass. "Yess," she said, "that ish my daughter's aroma." Then she dropped the hand and threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him tight. She was a few inches shorter than her daughter and shorter than the other Sylvan females around the circle. She put her face against his shoulder and inhaled deeply and slowly and her abdomen found his cock that had woken up with his finger's work but had slightly deflated before it was pressed against the alien's body. He put his arms around her and tried not to press too tightly against her lower back as her pressure encouraged his cock to full attention as she rubbed it between them. She held her breath for a moment then pulled her head back to look up at him. "I am _Vikrangia_, but you can call me Vicki, Paetor, I think you have taken good care of my little girl. She hass told me everything. In great detail." Her English was excellent, she smiled as she rubbed against his erection and he heard a soft sub-vocal challenge. Then he understood about her face. Cheekbones. They were Anna's. Subtly different from the other Sylvan mothers, as was her dark brown hair. "Mom, you promised," Anna smiled and put her hand on Vicki's shoulder, "at least wait until my corpse is cold, okay?" That elicited another round of laughs before Vicki stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek then rotated to stand on his left and Anna snuggled close. Each had one arm around his waist with his left arm around Vicki's shoulders and his right around the taller Anna's waist. He felt his erection against the cloth of his toga but was scared to look down but eyes around the circle weren't so shy. Angie interrupted the laughter when she led some soft sub-vocal challenges around the circle. "Peter, this is my mother, you can call her Alice," she nodded at the Sylvan female to her right, her hair on that very common for Sylvans red-to-blonde |
spectrum. As the other changelings followed suit Peter couldn't recall having ever blushed before but he was pretty sure his cheeks were as red as the trim of his toga. In the middle of the introductions he felt Sylvan skin as Vicki's hand slipped under the cloth and pressed his ass cheek and fingers slid into the cleft in something of imitation to what he'd done to Anna a few moments before. Then he felt Anna's hand grab the intruding wrist and pull. It resisted and tried to continue its journey. He fought to stand still as the jostling continued and tried to keep a straight face as the fabric of his toga rubbed against the pulsating head of his cock. The introductions had just finished and the battle raged behind him when Queen Anna chose that moment to seemingly appear from nowhere alongside the changeling family pack. Her primary advisor Ralph stood to her right and on his right a Sylvan female Peter had never met had her arm through his. "I see Paetor is quite happy having met _Vikrangia_," the Queen used her native language but the earbud left the proper names as she'd pronounced them after her eyes had scanned up his body as his organ twitched at the gaze, "I hope everyone is having a good time." A round of quick assents. "Anna," she resumed as she looked at the tall changeling, "let your mother have her moment, eh?" Anna growled quickly in her throat but her hand released Vicki's and Peter jumped slightly. The Queen looked to her right quickly and Ralph spoke as Anna had, in their native language. "This is my spouse, _Catanie_," the female alongside him wagged her head quickly, "these are the changelings and their mothers. And Paetor, of course, the best human we've met." "Not shaying much, that," the green eye ringed in red skin winked at him as the crowd laughed, whether all of the mothers spoke English was unknown but they'd all have the same tech as he did. Introductions were made. Catanie was a geologist and lived with their twin children born not long after the expedition's arrival in orbit. They planned to leave the next day to have Christmas with the youngsters and Ralph would stay a few weeks there. "Our children so love Earth's dinosaurs," she told Peter as she kept her eyes away from his crotch but her gaze was warm, "we didn't have such an extensive age." "That's what I...," he felt a finger intrude at that moment and a sub-vocal sound from Vicki so soft he was pretty sure only he'd heard it, "what I've read. I liked them when I was a kid. Still like them!" Another round of laughs and the Queen's trio wandered off to greet others. "C'mon, Peter, I'm thirsty," Anna said as she stepped quickly sideways and pulled him away from her mother and the finger popped free, "we'll bring you some wine, mom, wait here!" She pulled Peter and they quickly walked toward the buffet tables. They traded quick greetings in passing and just as Peter finally felt his cock flag Anna stopped him. Her right hand brushed his prick on the outside of his toga as she turned and kissed him hard. He responded immediately. They heard a sudden and sharp sound. Two sounds. No, one sound in stereo. They turned their heads forward but stayed close. They saw two young Sylvan females in tight togas. Both were similar in age to the Changelings and had gone the two Annas and Vicki one better by angling their togas to undergird and expose their right breasts. Neither chest was as large as Queen Anna's, much less his current companion's, but they were nicely shaped and Peter had a momentary thought that it was unfair how human they were. "Convergent evolution, same job, fit for purpose," Queen Anna had simply said and shrugged. Both togas challenged Anna's for brevity, one was the deep purple ultraviolet that Queen Anna favored, the other a dark vibrant green that Peter's lenses showed also had ultraviolet trim. The patterns on the large amounts of exposed skin were more defined than usual and both had hair that had that common red tint, mixed with brown and blonde. He'd been around the aliens enough that he knew that males, or females, or whatever these two were after, would find this pair quite attractive. Then again, so did he. And they'd issued clear challenges. Same as he'd heard from the Queen in so many videos. But for the stain and eye colors these two reminded him of that young and sexually rapacious creature. He had no memory of either, both must be part of the new arrivals on this satellite and their ages indicated they'd been conceived in that gap after the second Long Sleep but before arriving in the solar system. This meant space was their home and they'd never set foot on a planet unless, like the Queen, they'd gone down in secret. He'd tried to replicate the challenge sound in his quarters and had failed miserably, as with a number of sounds in their vocabulary. Reading from the ample libraries available on the computers had described the alien vocal anatomy and how it was used, it seemed to him the challenge was outside of human abilities. 'Holy shit, are they serious,' he almost said out loud. He shifted his own posture as Anna Squared pushed herself from her position snuggled against him to stand straight and tall alongside him, which gave her a few inches on her apparent rivals, even in their wedged heels, one of Carole's contributions. Queen Anna had absolutely refused her strident requests for stilettos, claimed issues with the rubbery flooring, but wedges and 'chunky heels' had been approved to expand the available footwear. Anna's eyes stayed on her rivals but rapidly moved to pull his toga up to fully expose his hard flesh before she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it slowly. He jumped then moaned. The one with blue eyes parted her barely-discerned lips slightly and slid the square tip of her tongue sideways between them. Then she issued a second and even more strident challenge. Her friend's brown eyes widened and darted to her left. Peter's brain was preoccupied with the massage Anna applied to his exposed cock but he felt this had started out as a joke but blue eyes had decided to escalate, to her friend's surprise. "Shit," this time he failed to keep it silent but it was little more than a whisper. Anna Squared had returned the verbal challenge this time, but deeper, throatier. It was... different... but the same. How? Anna nudged the toga cloth to expose the bottom third of his slightly trimmed pubic hair and everything below that. She issued a second, guttural version of her response, a sound he remembered from Queen Anna's videos that she'd issued on occasion to warn a rival away from Ian. Usually she'd welcomed applicants to join in... He'd never worked up the courage to ask her what guided her decision making. Two sets of alien eyes narrowed, an indication of surprise. And doubt. However this had started he assumed they had to know what Anna was and that her response indicated she'd taken them seriously and had them in a quandary. Surprise that she'd responded and made clear this was HER cock. Doubt because reputations might be at stake. Go. Away. Anna had size and he didn't know if these two knew her strength, but they were two, it was rare but he well knew Sylvan females could come to blows but he'd never heard of it happening on this or the other satellites. He also knew he'd be expected to stay out of it. He would be taken by the winner. The Sylvans both smiled slightly as his cock visibly throbbed, Anna's fingers enhanced the show for them. He heard a low but clear challenge from behind before Vicki stepped to his left side. She'd shifted her toga to expose a breast like them, well older but its firmness ensured his cock stayed at full hardness. He heard shuffled steps all around and the sudden silence indicated they had everyone's attention. The brown-eyed one softened her posture, she didn't slouch but it was a de- escalation. The blue-eyed one stayed stiffly straight and he felt Anna tense beside him and speechless sounds formed in hers and her rival's throats and they locked eyes. Peter saw the brown eyes dart again to her left before she touched fingers to her friend's bare arm. After what seemed like an hour but couldn't have been more than two or three seconds the blue-eyed alien let out a short, closed-mouth cough and softened her stance but still seemed more determined than her friend. She'd... not quite surrendered but would retreat, Peter read the cough and her expression as 'later, bitch.' Peter glanced, saw Anna's smile as she relaxed slightly as well. She shifted them slightly and the three of them formed a row to allow the two females to walk past them and she released his cock as it continued to quiver. The brown-eyed female reached out and caressed his prick as she passed, she and Anna traded soft grunts before she moved on. The blue-eyed alien repeated the caress but she suddenly threw her left arm around Peter's neck and pulled his head forward so she could reach up and kiss him on the lips and push her tongue into his mouth. She stood on tiptoe and raised her left leg around his thigh and he discovered that like Anna she was bare under her toga as his cock contacted moisture around her vaginal lips. It was a shock. Not just a surprise but also... almost like when he'd touched a nine-volt battery to his tongue as a kid as what felt like an electric current ran from his mouth and through his cock. Anna's reaction was rapid and she released a hard hiss and put her hand on the intruder's shoulder but the blue-eyed vixen backed off and released him with her eyes wide. Peter read it as surprise more than anger or challenge, but not at Anna's threat. Had she also felt the shock? This was his most intimate contact with an unchanged Sylvan, he'd shaken hands and Queen Anna had often held his hand or arm and Vicki had just fingered his ass but this was well beyond any of that. At their first meeting the Queen had mentioned'mismatched chemistries.' He'd read up, indeed, directly trading fluids, mucous... semen... would be somewhere from uncomfortable to painful. On both parties. But there would be an element of personal sensitivity. But all of that had been experiments, he'd never found records of a human and an original Sylvan, not a changeling, actually... together. His tongue, lips and cock tingled. But those thoughts fled as Anna stepped forward and the blue-eyed Sylvan reluctantly sidled further away before her friend grabbed her arm and pulled her until they both turned and walked into the crowd. Anna grabbed Peter in a hug and pushed her mouth hard onto his, he put his arms around her. No shock. Well, there was. It was electric. Emotionally electric. The murmur that ran through the crowd he felt more than heard. When Anna finally released they received a round of laughs and applause from the changelings and their mothers and Vicki wrapped her daughter in a hug. Across the room he saw the Queen's mismatched eyes on his, her expression as best he could read it one of deep satisfaction. Then she made an obvious show of looking down his body, he followed. 'Shit,' he mouthed and he shook his toga to obscure the sight if not the obviousness of his erection. His boss, captor... friend... nodded with a smile before she shifted her toga to expose her large perfect right breast. He heard a snort and glanced to his right as Vicki followed suit to expose her breast, smaller but perfect on her shorter frame. Another snort and her daughter locked eyes with her mother and exposed hers as well. Peter moaned lightly as the pack of changelings and their mothers all cheered at them. Peter twined a hank of brown hair through his fingers and pressed on the back of Anna's head as she sucked the entire length of his stiff shaft into her mouth. "Ah... ah...," was his eloquent counterpoint to Anna's slurping as her cheeks rippled the length of his flesh. She held her lips tightly as her head rose before she locked those lips just behind the head and held the bulge of it with her teeth and her tongue worked the tip and probed the opening at the tip. He tried to raise his crotch but she shifted her weight to deny him the leverage. She lessened the pressure and swallowed him whole again before she pistoned rapidly and sucked hard on each stroke. "Oh... fu... ah...," this time the spasm in his legs overcame her resistance and his pubic bone met her cheek and his cock loosed a stream of hot cream. His wordless moan was matched by her throat's contractions to suck down that and a series of progressively smaller spurts. His muscles finally relaxed and he dropped to the bed, his body soaked in sweat. He loosened his grip on her hair but kept his hand on her shoulder as her mouth rose off of his still stiff flesh, a string of saliva and cum connected them for almost a foot. She looked at him as he opened his eyes and she licked her lips quickly before she took a few slow, deep breaths. The glowing ceiling was set to low, the ship's post-party midnight time at the moment matched to the sunless sky outside. "That... was a hell of a load, I would've forced everyone into togas before if I'd known it turned you on that much! Just glad I didn't have to waste time beating the shit out of that trashy blue-eyed slut. But before I wouldn't have been able to swallow it all. Am I ready to graduate?" "Not sure the togas or... well, everything and everyone there, I think—-" The door chimed then they both heard through their earbuds 'door lock overridden.' They looked at each other in confusion before Anna's mouth went to a frown. Peter reacted and slid quickly off of the bed and was a step into the living room when the door was pushed open in the dim light and Vicki stepped in, a small brown leather valise in her left hand. She had on a light blue cottony robe that was untied and reached only to mid thighs and she was otherwise naked and barefoot. She pushed the door closed behind her and dropped the bag and it landed with a soft, squishy sound. "Mom, wha...," Anna was a couple of steps behind Peter when her mother ran and threw herself in the air against Peter, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her oddly-jointed hips allowed her legs to easily wrap around his waist, her open robe meant that their bare flesh met, he felt the hard nipples on her nice breasts press against his chest. He had no choice but to wrap his arms around those hips and the short robe meant he found an ass that had musculature firm but not human. The shock when she smashed her mouth onto his and forced her tongue against his was sudden and sharp. But she adjusted her mouth and his lips felt flesh that was firmer than human lips, the square tip of her tongue firmer but not unpleasant against his as he acclimated to the electric flow and after a few heartbeats he kissed her back. "What the fuck are you two doing?!?" Vicki pulled her mouth back and she and Peter both blinked and worked their mouths as left-behind saliva continued the prickly but not quite burning sensation. She kept her hold on her daughter's lover but turned her head and leaned it against his chest. Peter put on what he hoped was an apologetic look but the kiss had sped his prick's recovery and it tingled as it rose and made contact with moisture running freely from her slit. She felt it and wiggled and pushed down an inch. "I am here for work," Vicki said in her excellent English, and Anna's expression showed disbelief, "would you be a loving daughter and get my bag?" Anna glared but obeyed, walked past them and picked the bag up then opened it and reached in. "How the fuck many of THESE do you have in here? This is like a tenth of them!" She pulled out a large handful of what Peter realized were packaged condoms. Despite the attractive alien wrapped around his torso rubbing the lips of her pussy against his cock, his brain still noted the incongruity of the passion and confusion in the young spy's face and the volume of the words still weren't fully reflected by her tone. But then he exhaled hard and made an 'ow' shape with his mouth. Vicki glanced at him before she kissed his neck and hopped down. "There ish a little bag in there," she said to her daughter, "give it to me." Anna's eyes narrowed but she looked and dropped the condoms back in, shook the bag and pulled out a thick package made of soft plastic. She tossed it the short distance to her mother and went back to investigating the bag. Vicki opened a slit in the little bag and pulled out a wet cloth wipe and immediately applied it to his quivering erection. "Oh, ah... ah, that feels good," he said as the burning sensation all over his cock was immediately soothed. Then the sensation of long, alien fingers stroking it transitioned to pure pleasure. Anna's hand stayed in the bag but she glared anew at her mother. "Saliva ish not too bad," Vicki explained as she slowly stroked the length of Peter's shaft, "bit of a tingle, I feel it too. But my cunt juice... and if I did what you jusst did, my daughter, and shwallowed that load of his semen... that would be rough." Anna's mouth dropped open before she mouthed words but couldn't manage volume, Peter was practically beyond rational thought as Vicki continued to stroke him. Anna finally closed her mouth and bit her lower lip before she took a slow and deep breath. Then she pulled out a rectangular plastic package a few inches on each side from the bag. "What's this?" "One of my human coworkers showed one to me, it iss a dental dam. I had more made." "Dental dam?" Anna looked at Peter but he shook his head quickly and shrugged as Vicki didn't alter the pace of her strokes. "Yess, it iss for when my lover," she turned and nipped at where Peter's neck met his shoulder, "eats my pussy. Like a condom. But for females." "Your... lover?" Anna's icy tone was clear. "Yes, dear girl," Vicki released Peter's prick and rapidly threw her robe off for it to crumple on the floor and her hand returned to its task, "we go back to my ship in a few dayss, then you will leave me for... who knows how long. Our Queen will not let this one to leave her ship." Peter quirked an eyebrow at that. Anna's face was tight and her breathing hard but she stayed silent. He swore the design under Vicki's skin rippled down her exposed body. "I am now in charge of changelings and genetics, as the Queen has too much other... This iss my chance. And what iss our greatest failure?" "Voic--," Peter understood the question and started to speak but Anna spoke over him. "Boys," she said firmly but more softly than he'd have expected, "you can't make boys." "Yes, dear girl, except for the guardss. And, well...," she shrugged at that, "so this iss my chance to inspect... thoroughly... a prime human male. Do what not even our Queen hash done." She turned and looked up at him and he looked down, her stroking pace had slowed. "Inspect every bit of this prime... human... male," she looked back at Anna, "I only brought a few condoms as we will share him this long weekend. And he does not need them with you. If I had him alone? Not be enough." Peter laughed slightly at that and Anna's expression of surprise at the conversation was clear as she shook the bag. "You call this a FEW?" "Please," Vicki reached her hand to Anna, "hand me that?" Anna blinked but slowly reached out and handed the packaged dental dam to her mother, who took it. "Thank you, come now," Anna's hand switched to grip Peter's hard prick and turned them and led him into the bedroom before she said over her shoulder, "and bring my bag." Peter heard Anna's growl but was rapt by the naked alien who pulled him. He'd seen plenty of naked Sylvans, male and female, in the shared facilities in the gym. Their form was very human but in details of musculature and joints differed by degrees from him. He knew from reading that for skeletons as well, evolution had found many similar solutions such as the spine and rib cage, a large pelvic girdle and a solid skull. But pieces were different. The wonderment of the changelings was that they'd taken that raw material and morphed it. The Anna who followed the pair into the bedroom with a shocked look on her face was the peak of that effort. So far. He knew she'd pass routine medical checks but if she were seriously injured? X-rays would quickly show differences, as would other deeper checks. And if humans finally perfected the tech to profile genomes? Anna's would scream her secret in huge red letters. But now, Vicki stopped at the bedside and released her grip before she quickly turned and sat on the bed. She grabbed his hip with her left hand and pulled him forward and quickly sucked his entire prick into her mouth. It took a moment for the tingling to kick in, the cream she'd used must've offered some resistance. She purred as she sucked but there was also a huff as he guessed some pre-cum had leaked. "Mom... are you serious...," Anna set the bag on the floor and stared as her mother turned her eyes toward her daughter but pumped the cock a half dozen more times in and out of her mouth. Then she released it and took the plastic rectangle and tore one edge off and withdrew a thin piece of clear plastic that Peter thought looked like kitchen wrap but was firmer, but not stiff. She scooted further onto the bed and opened her legs to expose her hairless vaginal area as she offered the dental dam to her paramour. "I modified the design, the bit better fits into me so your tongue can better reach where it needss to go," her voice had deepened, like a human woman's in a similar situation, "you are a smart man." She used her feet to urge him to kneel alongside the bed and cast a glance at Anna, who blinked but then she moved wordlessly and sat at the head of the bed. Peter wasn't sure the emotion but her eyes didn't seem to deny him. He knelt. Vicki's aroma was clear but not unpleasant, not unfamiliar as it triggered his memory of earlier in the evening, after the confrontation with the blue eyed Sylvan. But it had never been so strong as it was now. From his view her anatomy was also familiar, if a slightly longer gap between the bottom of her pussy and her anal opening, both of which had the same purpose as in humans. He looked Vicki in the eyes and inserted his finger into her, she smiled as his face offered a quick spasm as he felt it. But he followed the slit from the bottom and along the right side then felt firm flesh at the top, pressed from behind and the alien's eyes blinked shut for a moment and her mouth opened. Good. He slid the finger quickly down and withdrew it, she offered a second wipe from the bag now on the bed beside her. He leaned and looked closely at the dam, smiled. He used both hands to place it and bent over and used his tongue to push the central sleeved bit deeper into her pussy and pressed his tongue from the inside and followed flesh onto her clit. Well, it was erect and in essentially the same place. So it was a clit. And the dam did its job. Her musk kicked up an additional notch but the dam directed the trickle of moisture down and kept it off of his tongue and face. "Daughter... there... iss... ah... a vibrator... in the bag. Help yourself." Vicki seemed to react like a human woman but for the selection of sub-vocal sounds more than vocal moans. Her breath had become choppy and shallow and she caressed and pressed his head and neck and offered encouragement when he found the spots she liked. He tried to recall the Queen's videos, her reactions, heard matches but mostly went by intuition. And that told him his attentions were achieving his goal despite the inability to use his fingers like he did with both Carole and Anna Squared. Gloves. Medical gloves. Suddenly Vicki pushed with her legs and her hands and smashed his mouth and face tight against her cunt as her flesh spasmed and ample goo ran around the edges of the dam and warmed his lips and cheeks. She did moan this time followed by a series of rattled sounds from her throat. After a few moments she loosened her grip and pulled him by his head up her body until she guided his mouth onto hers and he kissed her softly before their tongues touched to trigger another round of shocks. He wasn't sure if it had lessened, would they develop a tolerance? At least for kissing? He had little belief he'd ever tolerate her vaginal juices, what had happened to his finger, the drops that had hit him... no. Her hand wrapped those long fingers around his very attentive cock and stroked it before she nudged his face away from hers. She removed the dam from her crotch and after a quick glance made a perfect throw of it into the little waste bin near the bed where it landed with a soft thud among discarded paper tissues. She turned to where her daughter sat cross-legged at the head of the bed with her back against the wall, the pillows pushed in a pile to the far side of the bed. "Get ush a condom, please, my daughter," Anna's eyes squinted in reply, "I like a long, slow fuck after a good climax like that. I'll go on top the second time and you can get on his face." Vicki didn't wait for a reply before she took hold of Peter's hands and squirmed herself around to lay on the far side of the bed and pulled him to kneel between her splayed legs. His cock moved like a metronome in sync with his rapid heart rate. The'second' time? He blinked at the thought. Anna seemed in thought, or shock, snapped out only when her mother released Peter's left hand and caressed the tall young changeling's cheek. Anna resisted for another couple of heartbeats before she took the hand with hers and squeezed it, let out a staccato series of exhales. She kissed the back of Vicki's hand then released it and slid off of the bed and bent over. A moment later she stood with a red package in her hand and tore it open as she knelt on the bed and tossed the wrapper, her aim as true as her mother's. She leaned and licked Peter's prick to cause it to quiver as she unwrapped the condom onto it and straightened then leaned to put her mouth near his ear. "Don't worry," Anna's stage whisper was meant for two, "she's old. Be her bed time soon." That was met with the first challenge Peter had heard since Vicki's arrival but it was soft, Anna's reaction was to echo it back but as softly. Anna put her fingers around the base of his erection and guided him. "I want to see how this fits," she said and her mother purred, her head comfortably raised on a pillow to give her a view. Anna slid onto her elbow and guided the latex-covered flesh to the opening. She nudged him. Peter shifted his weight and pushed slowly into his lover. He'd never been a big fan of condoms but despite that the feel as he slowly buried himself into a creature born thirty-two light years from Earth was exquisite. His most recent lovers had been at two extremes, the petite Carole and the amazon Anna, Vicki was almost perfectly in the middle. His body automatically adjusted to what he thought was the right angle. He was wrong. Anna exhaled with a sniff and Vicki wiggled her ass. Peter rose slightly and worked until he could push further. Vicki purred as he felt flesh around him and he pushed the entirety of his flesh into her. "Shi..." Anna anticipated that. "Pull back," she rubbed the wipe cloth around the base of his prick, "now, bit of protection. For a while." He obeyed. The cream mollified the juices that his cock pushed out of his lover's body. He pushed hard and her mouth opened. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down to nip and kiss his neck and shoulder as he worked out the best angle to use to fuck her. Then she pulled him and kissed him softly on the mouth before their lips opened and tongues met to close the circuit with their genitals. Peter's sex life had been, so far as he could tell, possibly above average for most guys his age, before Carole no real 'girlfriend' but enough casual hookups around the Uni and his one night with his ex-teacher Joyce Shaw. But he'd learned Carole had control of muscles inside of her pussy that he'd not felt elsewhere and with his coaching Anna had turned out to be even better at it, a skill she'd had no clue she'd even had. Now he knew why she had it. Vicki's flesh seemed to ripple, at full penetration she gripped the head of his cock and massaged it quickly on each stroke as did the lump of hard flesh at the top that was her 'clit.' They broke the kiss in what Peter realized was mutual distraction, the shock detracted from the pleasure but they stayed close, her nipples were large and hard, larger than her daughter's even though the younger woman's breasts were a couple of cup sizes larger. They'd found the rhythm and Vicki pumped back and forth in sync so that his pubic bone hit her with some force on each stroke. He felt the growing tingle in the flesh around the base but he didn't care, from his work on her orally he knew she was close to cumming again. As was he. Two sets of breath went choppy and she arched her back and slammed into him as he hit first depth, he felt her cunt grip him so hard it was almost painful, before that flesh rippled from the bottom of her hole to the entrance. A gush of liquid hit him at the same time a counter-ripple tore an orgasm from him and he pumped cum into the sheath around his cock. He lost count of the mutual spasms before he allowed some of his weight to rest on his lover. "Oh, shit... ow..." he lifted his body and looked down, Vicki quickly reached and he felt her fingers around the base of his cock. "Got it, pull," she said and he withdrew slowly. She used both hands to work the condom off of his still hard cock as Anna used a new wipe to salve the burn. "Need to get rid of this hair," the tall changeling said with a laugh, "make it easier to clean you up." Vicki sat up and quickly held his cheek with her free hand and kissed him then held the condom up, a bulge at the bottom held what Peter assumed was an impressive load, second only to what he'd put down Anna's throat what seemed like hours ago. She pulled the condom to her cat-like nose and sniffed deeply. "So," Anna's voice drew both of them, her face was a pout, "is my mom a better fuck than me? Would've helped if she hadn't kept secret how to control my muscles in my pussy!" "You needed," Vicki said softly, "to learn thingss on your own. You are... like me... but also not like me." Peter leaned over and used his hand to softly hold Anna's chin and kissed her, she resisted for a moment before her lips opened and they kissed deeply and their tongues slowly rotated around each other's. They broke the kiss and touched foreheads as Vicki leaned in and kissed her cheek and joined. "You're just what you need to be, Anna," Peter chose his words carefully, "a vital young woman out to tame the world." She pushed him back and two sets of eyes bore into him. "Ass kisser," but Anna had a broad smile. Vicki let out a quick series of coughs that were the native Sylvan laugh and slid her body around them and off of the bed, the condom still in her hand. "Let uss see," she dipped a finger into it and withdrew it covered in Peter's cum, stuck the finger in her mouth. Her eyes widened and she shook her head before she pulled the finger out. She put out a hand as Anna moved toward her before she dropped the condom into the little waste bin and rummaged into her bag and pulled out a small, plastic bottle. She flipped the lid and sprayed it into her mouth then blinked her eyes. "Wow, that wash... wild...," she said after a moment, "our probess sent us the human genome before we left, the Queen knew fluidss would be... problemss. Your older shissters, Anna, some still have ishuess. But you, perfect." Peter hugged the changeling and held her. "Now, let him resst, I will get drinks, then he will be ready again. I have... heard your stories." She walked into the kitchen, Anna pushed Peter onto the bed but navigated around Vicki's wet spots. The changeling seemed mostly immune to the effects. Vicki returned with three glasses, two of the good orange juice the machine put out and one of them that light blue liquid Sylvans loved that he'd been told tasted like persimmon juice, whatever the hell that was. Each female sat on one side of him and they kissed and nibbled at him and he felt two sets of fingers stroke his cock after they used another wipe to clean him off. "As I shaid, I will be on top and he will eat you," Vicki said as their efforts and the full glass of juice worked their magics, "maybe we switch halfway. Maybe not." Anna snorted. Glasses were placed on the end tables and the changeling leaned over to grab the bag as Vicki pushed Peter onto his back and kissed down his torso before that squared-off tongue finished getting his cock to full attention. She made a quick sound and tore a hole in a wipe and slipped his erection through it before she unrolled a condom onto his cock. She looked up and winked at him and her daughter, who shook her head but smiled back. He moaned while Vicki pushed down to engulf his flesh before Anna's familiar pussy covered his mouth, her back to her mother. He licked the length of her slit. "Make sure my daughter cumss," Vicki's voice wasn't a request as her flesh rippled along his fully buried prick, "prove you are as good ass my little girl says you are." He set to work at his task as Anna teased him, pulled away now and again. "What, think I'm going to make it easy for you?" He exhaled hard and she pushed down on him. He had Anna well along when he suddenly felt the pressure around his prick disappear before a hand grasped it, he felt slight movement on the bed before new pressure appeared and with it an even warmer surrounding. What? "You whore," Anna grunted, "you just put it up your ass, didn't you?" "We will not switch," Vicki's response was firm. There was little chance he'd survive four more days at this pace. But if this was to be his end, he decided that this WAS the way to go. Brittany Unbound [January 1985] Peter's eyes went unfocused as he stared at the terminal screen. Anna and Vicki had left two weeks previously, after the three of them had mixed non- stop sex when they were in his quarters with lunches and dinners with the other changelings and Queen Anna so everyone could say their farewells to their'sister' before she became the first of them to 'go native.' Most of the changelings had spent limited time on Earth, shopping for supplies and spending time in cities and the countryside, malls, movie theaters and farmer's markets. But always closely accompanied by one of the small number of trustworthy human conspirators such as Jayne the Cat. And never in one place for long nor would they spend excessive time with strangers, limiting most people's chances to study'my friend visiting for a few days.' But it built first-hand knowledge of Earth and its natives to further the aliens' understanding of the planet they circled. Anna and Jayne would live in the same city but beyond that the tall changeling would make her own way. The single pair of guards who'd kidnapped Peter and Carole and who Queen Anna trusted to operate independently would also be close by, but not full-time, they'd often be needed elsewhere. Whatever she learned as a graduate bioengineering student would be of interest as a gauge but more would be her interactions with people. Anna's email that he'd just read was cheerful and described detailed medical checks by her mother's team along with finalization of her 'paper trail.' She'd 'go down' at the end of January. Peter had been morose at the New Year's Eve party. It was smaller than the Christmas parties, the changelings, their mothers and a few Sylvans who worked with them in their roles as assistants to the Queen, who'd dropped by a couple of times as she circulated among various groups. Earth's New Year only rarely aligned with the related day in their native planet's fifty week year and this year they were months apart. But the changelings had decided this was second only to their birthdays in importance so that set them apart from many of the 'original' Sylvans. As the token human on the temporarily depopulated command ship, Peter joined in. He'd gotten drunk. Drunker than he'd gotten in a long time, definitely the drunkest he'd been since his arrival. Despite that he'd mostly avoided embarrassment by making untoward passes at any of the cute brunettes and their mothers. Which was good, he felt Kim and Angie at least were more like slightly younger sisters he'd never had. "A penny for your thoughts," Peter stiffened at the not quite whisper just behind his ear, a voice he didn't recognize beyond knowing it wasn't human. He turned and looked directly into two blue eyes. Solidly blue eyes. Blonde and wavy hair with a reddish tint to it. A broad, lipless smile. That cat nose and pointed ears and pale patterned skin. "We meet again. Maybe under more pleasant circumstances this time? I am Brittany |
. Brittany Duskrider." She rolled a nearby chair and sat. She had a loose, green scoop neck pullover top and a matching miniskirt that when seated covered her to mid-thighs, as before she wore wedged heels. She leaned with her forearms across her thighs which offered a decent view of braless cleavage. "Sorry, kind of out of it. I'm Peter. Peter Miller. Too much staring at this," he pointed at the flat screen above his keyboard. She extended her right hand and he went to shake it but she ran her fingers against his palm before she took it in both of hers and pulled his hand to rest between her bare thighs just above her knees. "Your English is excellent, Brittany." Almost every Sylvan he'd met often treated ess sounds like hisses or lisps. Or both. Brittany's voice wasn't human but her pronunciation was clean. "I know you. Of you. English is our language now, my language, the other... is from a planet I will never know. If I left tomorrow I would find only a charred husk. Earth is our planet now." She gave a very human shrug before her smile returned. "But. I have finished my first courses in advanced computer science and I need six months of _practical_. I am told you are the best AI scientist we have. Even on our AIs. I want you to tutor me." That was the last thing he'd expected. "So who told you I was the best? Kinda, well, bit of an exaggeration I think." She laughed. Human laughter. "I will find out, I think. I will start in two weeks, if that is okay for you." His eyes unfocused for a moment. His schedule was... "I'm flexible, that'll work. It'll give me some time to work up some tasks for you." "Good. And this Friday night?" "Huh?" "We could... get to know each other, I will tell you of my studies so you can prepare. Dinner? Maybe, movie. I am flexible too." She didn't issue a challenge. Females only used that to other females for a _claimed_ mate, to challenge for that mate or to ask to be invited to join temporarily. He was... he was an _unclaimed_ male. Now. He and Anna had agreed she'd not come back before her'mission.' Vicki? They had plans but for now her work locked her on another satellite. Carole? He thought about her polite but sparse email communiques and didn't think his shrug was visible. Bottom line. Any interested female could approach him, or any male but he'd never offered openness to that. He could approach any _unclaimed_ female. But if you were turned down you had to be ready to accept that and that was a STRICT rule in Sylvan society. He could turn Brittany down. But she pressed his hand more tightly onto her thighs and pulled it further up her legs, to the hem of her skirt. "Sounds like a plan. Where—-" She leaned in and kissed him and pushed her tongue onto his to generate the expected shock. She shivered then pulled back. Her eyes closed while she slowly ran her tongue along the edge of her mouth before she looked at him again. "I did not dream it. It was real. I did not believe the information. I will come to your place. I will email you." She pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed it then stood and quickly released it, leaned at the waist to offer him a nearly unobstructed view down her top and kissed him on the mouth again quickly. "I... I enjoy that," she stood and turned and quickly strode out of the room. Her ass was shapely. His brain reeled as he watched her leave. "That movie was a true story?" Brittany's voice was little more than a whisper but it didn't need to be louder. They were on a well-padded two-seater sofa in the domed observatory rooms at the 'top' of his, the 'human and guest' section of the satellite. Unlike the Queen's room at the other end of the ship this was more of a public park and there were a few other parties seated around the circular space about 30 yards in diameter, sounds of conversations too low to betray the contents. They'd just entered Earth's shadow with the moon as a crescent to their right as they sat. Brittany had kicked off the wedged heels that were apparently the only shoes she wore. For clothes she wore a replica of a newly popular Earth fashion, a very short soft denim skirt, and a tight tank top the same color that corralled her breasts into impressive cleavage. They were around Carole's size if smaller than Anna Squared's. A human seeing her for the first time might wonder about the connection of her shoulders and arms but Peter had barely noticed. He'd included briefs with his cobalt blue two-piece and standard soft-soled shoes and was at the moment happy for that. His right arm was over her shoulders and she had her knees bent so they laid across his thighs with her bare feet mostly under her on the sofa. Her right hand imitated Anna's from that night a year past and urged his right hand to coax her nipples to attention. Their free hands held glasses of scotch from the little bar that served the dome. It wasn't of a standard the Queen would drink but she didn't tolerate bad whisky on her ships. "Pretty well," Peter said after a sip, "lots of the dialogue, well, that's mostly made up. But the fact the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, on that day in 1941. Happened. Those ships? Some still there, under the water." "We have not had a war for a... thousand years. More." She'd emailed him her transcript. The primary and secondary schools were on the other two ships so Peter knew about their curricula but had no firsthand experience with the classrooms. But he'd reviewed and provided input to computer science courses and discussed them with the instructors so her work had been impressive. Very impressive. The email had included the invitation for the movie, he hadn't known prior to the email what was playing but he'd agreed. It seemed an odd choice for a first date. Or whatever they were doing. "And it's not like that was the last war. Been just about non-stop since that one finished. And well, before. For hundreds of years. More, really." "So our probes have told us. And we have watched since we've arrived. It is quite impressive, your dedication to destruction." He fought down a jump as her elbow worked along his thigh and found his quiescent cock. It stirred. Her other hand encouraged his fingers under the cloth of her tank and along her smooth flesh until she huffed as he slid one finger each side of her growing nipple. She pushed more tightly against him and her hand left his to its work on her tits to loosely hold his chin and turn his head to face her. "A very strong dedication," she whispered as her elbow encouraged his cock to fight its confinement and she aimed her mouth. The usual shock was softened by the whisky but Brittany shivered and pushed her tit to encourage him to squeeze her nipple and her tongue was aggressive. His weekend with Vicki had acclimated him somewhat but he was a couple of seconds away from breaking the kiss when she finally relented. Her eyes were wide and glittered and her breathing was fast and shallow. "I want to taste this," her hand left his chin and encouraged his cock to stiffen further, "I have heard that will be... uncomfortable." They finished their scotches. "Yes. It will be rough. But," he said, "there are ways." Until this moment he hadn't been sure he'd say yes. Peter held the laughing Brittany's arms behind her as he pushed her into his bedroom. She shared quarters with Julia, the brown-eyed friend she'd been with that night of the Christmas party so it had been an easy decision. Besides, this was a much shorter walk. He turned her at the bed and she grabbed his waistband and untied the drawstring before she sat on the bed as she pushed his clothes down his erection popped free. Her breasts popped free as she threw her tank across the room. She looked up at him and he pulled his shirt off and pushed his shoes and trousers and briefs off as she stroked his cock. "It looks like the pictures and the movies I have seen," her square tongue flicked along her lips, her eyes stayed on his as she opened her mouth and pushed it over his cock before he put both hands on the back of her head and pushed his cock fully into her mouth. He felt her tongue and cheeks press against his hard flesh as she reached around and cupped his ass cheeks. After a half dozen pulses he lessened his pressure and she released him, her eyes blinked. "Oh, wow." "That's just precum," he said, "I have, protection. I have a spray that will help you. And me." He winced slightly, his entire cock tingled lightly with a concentration of the burn at the hole. "From your biologist," her tongue flicked out and wrapped the engorged cock head, "but no. You like older females?" She pushed forward and sucked half of his cock in then released it. "Perhaps I should have brought my mother along? Turn you on more?" She looked down and swallowed the last third of his hard prick and swirled her tongue around it. He exhaled hard before she released him. During the long weekend with Anna and Vicki they'd trimmed his pubic hair to a buzz cut and he'd kept it that way for his eventual reunion with the biologist but now it seemed more imminently useful. "Your sensitive spots are... similar." She put two fingers of her right hand into her mouth and pulled them out before she pushed her mouth back onto his cock and slowly covered the entire shaft. She wrapped her tongue under it lengthwise as she pulled back with her cheeks sucked in to rub against the edges of the protruding head. He moaned softly. "You... sure about this? Going to be... rough. Vicki said..." This time he heard a muffled challenge and felt the exhale of breath as she pulled back but didn't fully release him before she pushed forward again. "Shit... okay, your, our, funeral," he pulled his hips slowly back as she pulled back. He felt the slightest tingle as her finger worked its way into his rear opening. She was good. The pleasure of the blow job and the burn of it was an intensity he'd rarely felt. It was new. The tingle as her finger pressed on his prostate wasn't new but he wondered how this computer science student knew about that quirk of male human biology. Vicki's knowledge of it hadn't surprised him but he'd not noticed it published. "Oh, fuck... Brittany... hey," he pumped his cock rapidly as saliva dripped as she sucked hard. "Ahh..." his spasm pushed a shot of cum onto her tongue and throat and her mouth squeezed his cock tightly as her body went rigid and her eyes wide. She pushed him back as the next shot landed on her chin and down her chest as she coughed and hacked. He pushed her arm to remove her fingers and stepped quickly to the side table at the head of the bed. Vicki had provided him with the assembler directions for all of her supplies, but they required the central assemblers and not the little room units that handled basic clothes and other domestic needs. Central requests were prioritized and he hadn't bothered to submit since her bag was still half full and for such goods it'd be weeks if not months. 'I'll visit on your holiday in a few months,' her email had offered a couple of days before he'd met Brittany. 'Your holiday' he'd worked out meant the Fourth of July. He'd replied with a'sounds like a plan.' Then he'd arrived at his quarters to find a box two feet in each dimension just inside the door, deliveries were allowed bypass. Apparently when the Chief Biologist submits an order with a 'priority' stamp it meant stop what else you're doing. He'd recalled her comment about not having to share. The box went into the closet next to the half-full soft bag she'd left behind, which had ample room with Anna Squared gone. Vicki's last act had been to fill that drawer with supplies from her bag. "This had better still be full, next time I come," Vicki had said. He hurriedly grabbed the packet of wipes and a spray bottle from the well- stocked drawer and ran to the coughing Sylvan. "Hold still and open wide, Brittany," her expression was confused but she obeyed and he put a long spray into her mouth, "swallow." She'd recovered enough that her eyes flashed with amusement at that, before she opened her mouth and he sprayed again. She closed those blue eyes and took a deep breath and held it. He took her hand and put the spray into it then pulled out a wipe and applied it to his burning cock. She opened her eyes and sprayed into her mouth before she set the spray on the bed and helped herself to a wipe to use on her chin and chest. "As humans say... fuckin' hell," he laughed at the way that came out in her odd but excellent English but her voice had a touch of gravel, "it seems your biologist bitch has not been lying about us and... humans." "She knows her stuff," he leaned and kissed her on the lips, the light tingle almost unnoticeable, "want some juice?" She nodded as she gave herself another quick spray and swallowed. "And a shot? I have some better whisky than what the dome had." "A gift from the Queen?" He failed to read her odd tone but she shrugged and gave him a human nod. He nodded back. When he'd returned she'd removed her miniskirt and sat naked at the head of the bed against the wall with her legs straight and her right ankle over the left. She took her glasses of chilled blue and room temperature brown liquids off of the tray he offered. She drained the blue juice in one long swallow then set the glass on the end table and he jumped when her chilled hand found the still-sensitive flesh of his resting cock and nodded at the spray bottle and bag of wipes. "Do you have more tricks from your old woman?" "Indeed," he held up a large flat rectangular plastic packet. "What is that?" "Spread your legs and you'll find out." Hunting the Theropods [June 19-23, 1985] "Nanomachines?" Queen Anna's question was dismissive as she echoed his word but the translation came through his earbud. "Somebody's shipped lots of nanos below," Peter expanded his opening statement in her observatory lounge, "they mix some into each official shipment of our usual nanos, not like they weigh much of anything. So, an extra pound would be what, a bazillion? But never listed on the manifests." "Thank you for being precise," her tone had become serious as they sat in the soft ultraviolet glow. Rare for her to use Sylvan, she didn't want her words misunderstood. "But they've done it for at least a year, maybe longer. These custom ones are down there somewhere. Mostly to Europe." "After YOU, we quit using them in closed places or for sensitive spying. For good resolution to record audio or especially video you need a large number but YOU could hear them in large enough swarms. We found others like you but only you worked out you were being spied on. Who sent them?" "I don't know yet. But Kim, Angie and Frida, even that Vanessa, have been on the trips but they didn't arrange the cargo. Couple, three sets of pilots, all originals, still zeroing in on flights so could just be one pair or all three. But always the same set of guards." "Who were the contacts?" "A Patrick Collins, Irish dude, not his real name but that's what he's in your records as and he's got a very fuzzy history, same with Brigid Mueller, a German with another fuzzy past. And a Cherry Powell. American girl, in fact, a Valley local like me, but hangs with those two. But definitely from the other, way other, side of the tracks. Rich, religious family. But. Remember the Church? The fire?" "She was there?" "Yeah. Even wilder, one of the black robes. Remember the one your little probe shot?" She nodded. "Cherry made it out, left town. But before that she hooked up with that Sheryl in the Valley that was Carole's contact. And one more thing." Anna took a long sip of her whiskey, a bourbon. Even the good ones didn't match the good scotches for his tongue. She looked at him and nodded. "She was up here. Sheryl had requested the trip, went through usual channels, not one you had to review or approve since it'd come from her. Dinner in the restaurant the night me and Carole had dinner with you, what, eighteen months ago. But I've never again seen the two males she was with that night. And I haven't broken into your personnel records to ID them. That seemed a bit... too far." "Break in. Your access will be hidden?" "Have any of your paeple ever said'someone's sneaking around our systems'?" She let out a human laugh. "What are they doing with the nanos?" "That's a key puzzle piece. Dunno. Yet. But someone's fucked with records. Since you took me you only send them down for low resolution spying because they don't last that long so always need to be refreshed and you refuse to send an assembler below to make them there. Probably smart. Whoever is sending these just adds a box or package in. You did those experiments on me, keep the official density of a swarm below that threshold for notice. It's crap, but good for audio but also quite short range so only good if a probe is nearby to record or relay. They've mucked the records for raw materials so they've made a whole lot more but I don't know HOW many more. But like I said, maybe ten, twenty cubic meters worth, packed in." She made a low sound then nodded slightly for him to continue. "But they've also changed the nanos. I think... well, you've done experiments to use them inside of bodies. Like the science fiction novels. For medicine." "That's never worked out, yet. Still experimental. We have too few to focus on it here and back home... they have had other concerns." "I will find out but I think... they may have made progress. Or they don't care and it's something... else." The earbud's translation was out of sync with Anna's harsh speech and eventually said simply "son of a bitch." She turned and stared at the stars. No Sylvan profanity directly translated to blasphemous speech because the aliens didn't have deities. He'd in fact been one source for some of the existing translations of profanity but he could only help with English and few of the translations were literal. He tapped his wristlet gently to save just the last minute of conversation. Maybe he'd disguise the voice and ask Brittany. Brittany. His computer science wizard student. And fuck buddy. Who'd shown great skill at creating AI agents, like she'd wanted to learn. It was his turn to stare at the stars. "What?" "You are not listening to me." "Oh, sorry. Just had a thought about this problem..." "Good. Find them. Now," her tone had shifted with the last word, "why don't you ever bring this girlfriend of yours around?" He nodded at the first then his mouth dropped open. "Uh... well, with her name being Brittany I thought that might annoy you." "I am not sho shallow the name bothers me. Shae is not... her. Shae is laikly embarrashed that shae hash fallen for the likesh of you," Anna's jocular tone slightly forced but she also smiled, "shae didn't come to your birthday party." Anna and Ralph and the changelings still on board had given him a party back in mid-February with a big chocolate cake and ice cream and presents. They'd timed it to allow Anna Squared to do a surprise short live video hook in, as had Vicki. Even Ralph's wife Catanie linked in for their children to show him the stuffed T-Rexes they'd gotten for Christmas, his first 'live' interaction with Sylvan children. They were like... children. They were the equivalent of six or seven for human children and switched rapidly between English and Sylvan in their excitement until their seeming disappointment when he'd had to tell them he'd never seen a live T-Rex... salved when he'd promised to take them to see the skeletons at Dinosaur National Monument, a visit in his youth a rare pleasant childhood memory. But. How the hell would he manage THAT? At the party his tutoring of Brittany had already been public knowledge, one of many such arrangements like her brown-eyed roommate Julia's parallel _practical_ in 'farming' in the hydroponics and protein-growing labs, but their more intimate assignations were not yet so. The blue-eyed alien had demurred attending, said she didn't want to distract him from spending time with his friends. With the surprise video hookups he'd been happy she hadn't attended. But Queen Anna had been aware and had quietly asked him but hadn't aired it more publicly and while she hadn't seemed enthusiastic she hadn't been angry about it. In the time since he'd never been able to read the Queen's attitude toward the pairing, she'd never expressed anger or insisted it not happen. But he hadn't felt unalloyed approval either. Unlike Anna Squared Brittany hadn't seemed interested in more than odd weeknights at his place and regular weekends and he'd not encouraged more. Beyond that, he'd never gotten a good feeling of what that young female, born after the mass wakings of the survivors and at the tail end of the rushed efforts to recover really thought about the Queen and beyond her and Julia he had almost no experience with that generation beyond the changelings. He was used to honest respect from all of the Sylvans to the Queen, but he was on her command ship and everyone on it was here because they were involved with leadership. Vicki obviously shared that as did Catanie. But they too were tied to her with personal friendship beyond the professional roles. She toured the other ships but had never taken him along, Vicki's offhand comment that he'd never be allowed bubbled back into his mind but was it that? The Queen had told the whole party his promise to Ralph and Catanie's youngsters was a solemn one and he'd be expected to deliver and that meant actually taking them to Earth. Somehow. There were public online discussion 'forums' and he'd found the usual grumbles expected where two or more sentient beings worked together. He'd also broken into a few more private forums and had found hints of some darker opinions. Again, nothing that truly worried him, what he'd found was milder than much he'd expect in a crowd of humans. But there were signs of direct communication happening, 'off grid' near-field usage, the kind of thing a group would use for downloaded group games in a common room to avoid network and server lag. These indications weren't that, those downloaded info and uploaded results. What concerned him was where someone had tried to air gap from the Ultranet but still needed to peek now and again. It would be hard to penetrate. But even after the birthday party Brittany had always begged off any occasions where the two of them would have the direct attention of the Queen. Could Brittany, Julia, other Sylvans have feelings AGAINST their _de facto_ leader? "You and Brittany maight bae the firsht shotgun wedding betwaeen our paeplesh." "Huh... WHAT?" His reverie ended with a start. "That's not... that's not possible! Besides, we wear protection." "Never say never. Tell me," back to the earbud, "have you mentioned to that innocent blue-eyed child that you and Vicki regularly trade rather, might I call them lewd and erotic, emails and stories? And the phone sex. No wonder you keep Brittany away most nights!" "Uh, innocent? Not so sure... anyway, Vicki started those. Well, maybe some was my idea. No, didn't seem like something Brittany needed to know, any of it. But, hey, how do YOU know?" " _Vikrangia_ is my protégé, remember? Your tutoring with your blue-eyed minx goes to the end of July. Vicki will be here in just over a week for the start of that month and she has told me that she has plans for you and those do not involve sharing. I think it will be quite... humorous how everyone handles the overlap." "But Sylvans are so... rational. We'll all just work out an arrangement, right?" Anna's body shook with an unbridled mix of Sylvan coughing and human laughter, both meant the same. He was happy that Anna's mood had improved. He wasn't happy that it had been at the expense of his crashing. "Did I, did I not give you THAT video?" It took him a moment to realize which video she'd meant but then his mouth dropped open and he let out a slow series of exhaled half-laughs. Then he shook his head and Anna smiled broadly. They both drained their glasses and she held the decanter and waggled it. "I think I have way too much to do today...," he set the empty glass on the little table hooked to his chair's armrest and stood, she poured herself a short shot then set the glass beside the decanter. For the first time she didn't counter his refusal of a drink as she nodded and her smile wasn't one of amusement. She offered her hands and he took them and she squeezed. "Go." After the meeting he'd dealt with his student but she'd seemed preoccupied and distant which hadn't slaked his suspicions of her. But she'd seemed satisfied with a couple of assignments related to software agent design that they could use to feed suggestions to Earth's emerging video game industry, games and porn the fastest adopters of new technology. She'd gone off to the rather spartan lab she shared with a handful of other students. But it did have its own coffee maker, an addition he'd insisted the 'grad students' deserved. And daily deliveries of the local equivalent of 'doughnuts.' His suspicion of Brittany had been heightened when he'd realized he didn't need the personnel files, he could trawl through the travel logs for an expanding period around the night he'd seen that white-haired young human Cherry Powell and their security was much lower. Anna had told him she'd not told her opsec paeple about his endeavors, but he'd never broken into the deepest inner ring of systems. December was heavy for transfers since that was a primary time for family reunion visits. The large stealthed shuttles, not the little four-seaters that brought him and Carole up, ran regularly among the three big satellites. These large ones rarely went to Earth, even stealthed the interference pattern he'd noticed was too obvious. Unfortunately there was no video log of the restaurant nor of most of the Sylvan area around it so he couldn't simply give the agent photos of his targets and let it find the most likely matches. The logs showed Cherry arrived directly at the command satellite on one of the little shuttles and she'd left the day after having dinner. But with Brittany hopefully preoccupied and his regular agents monitoring Earth's growing online communications, he tasked his most capable one to poke at the personnel files, look but don't dig. Yet. He cloned it and sent it to investigate these mystery nanomachines. That was when his thoughts darkened. The travel logs were... hidden. No, not hidden, but gone. Glitchy, plenty of file errors. Unheard of and systems checks showed no widespread issues. Their 'official' security protection was exactly as expected and many of the video records of arrivals and departures easily scanned once he'd convinced their not-too-smart sheepdogs to 'hey, look over THERE.' But whoever had done this was... good. The obvious targets the days before, of and after that dinner were all easily scanned. And useless. All of the watermarks and checksums matched, they didn't appear altered but the data wasn't there. And despite his denial at their first, well, second, meeting, Brittany's statement about him being the best really wasn't far off base. But more than good. The fleeting ghosts here were... his. No, not his. Copies. Imitations. Brittany. The implication was that his targets were in these, coming and going, but together? Separate? Assuming the pair had come only once, even if they'd both come and gone separately on different days, there were many more files than that scrambled. No obvious or easy pattern, not every second, third of fifth. And only the couple of weeks around that Friday night two weeks before Christmas. This implied that someone expected these logs to be inspected. No one ever looked at these. That they were captured was a combination of bureaucratic inertia and incredibly efficient data storage compression. And his girlfriend, fuck buddy, student, seemed to be involved. Her claim to have to 'help Julia with something' on Friday night buttressed his thoughts. He chided himself when it caused him to half wonder if his upcoming quandary about Vicki's visit would take care of itself. He kicked himself about that thought but was he too close to the painting to see the picture? His agent told him that the personnel files were protected by strong ciphers, the strongest the systems had. As expected. But nothing beyond these, stiff as they were. He set the agent to get him males between twenty and thirty. There was a clear generational split, those like Anna and Vicki already adults when they left their home world and those born after the final awakening, like Brittany and Julia. The two males had been about a decade older than those two females, about as old as the younger generations could be. There'd been no births while they'd crossed the Great Empty and the bulk of the crew slept in turns and contraception was diligently used. The nanomachine files were, as he'd guessed, guarded by a different and seemingly unique security scheme. He tweaked the agent and sent it off again. At least it seemed he had the weekend since he'd heard nothing from Brittany. And hadn't reached out himself. It was the figurative crack of dawn Saturday when Brittany and her roommate Julia pounded on his door and repeatedly hit the door alarm. When he opened the door in a bleary-eyed daze he found they had Julia's Sylvan boyfriend with them. Rounding out the pack were male and female Sylvans. "Ah, are you two--," Peter started to ask. "We are NOT a couple," the female, 'Iris,' said, "why do I have to keep saying it?" The male's expression was less convinced of that. Her hair was so pale yellow to be white. Every Sylvan was pale but Iris was almost translucent. Her slate grey eyes seemed to float in space. Then he noticed her mouth just slightly opened and her tongue touched her 'lips.' It was red, not the deep red of many, but its contrast was deep. Oh. Their surprise for him was a group reservation in the full-immersion virtual reality tank for the first public run of the new 'Dinosaur Hunt' game. It could be set for a variety of times and locations during the Ages of Earth's Dinosaurs, this trip would the late Cretaceous on the western shores of that era's great North American inland sea. "We're hunting T-Rexes?" The smiles and grins and mixed nods and head wags confirmed that. Goody. He'd advised the programmers as they'd created the game over the past two years. He and Anna Squared had used the tanks regularly as did almost everyone but this new game was a significant step up in ambition. "How the hell did you get the first weekend? I thought it was booked for weeks already?" "Of course it is booked, but we pulled rank," Brittany slid her arms around him, "we told them YOU need to validate it. You are the only one with experience hunting these beasts! We need to go, we need to be down there by eight!" "Experience? They're dinosaurs. Not fucking deer!" "Here is your uniform, Paetor," Iris said, her accent similar to Brittany's excellent if stilted English. He wasn't too surprised, this generation had grown up with human languages commonly used. But even the worst accents of the older aliens were still better than his pathetic efforts at their language. "Let me see if it will fit," she insisted on holding it against him, ran her hands across his shoulders and down his back before she grabbed the trousers and held them against his waist and her hands worked toward his crotch. He hurriedly grabbed the clothes and dashed into the bedroom and closed the door loudly when he'd heard the start of Brittany's challenge, soft but imminently strident. A warning. 'Not now' had been his only thought. Followed by realization that his 'Vicki problem' wasn't likely to solve itself after all. Sigh. But they'd all had on field green trousers and shirts, both pieces with way too many pockets, and now so did he. They also had a pair of boots for him. All of it perfectly sized. Amazingly, the boots had been so molded for his feet that they felt like he'd worn them for weeks. Antigravity and stealth were incredible, but this tech was life-affirming. A long hike in brand new boots was well beyond his interest in realism promised for the day. On the way down the excitement of his companions and his own curiosity pushed most of his worries underground. He'd seen plenty of video extracts during development and had consulted on dinosaurs and geography, although he'd mentioned more than once that it wasn't like humans had video of actual dinosaurs and most movies were crap. Peter finally suggested they combine flightless birds for the bipedal dinosaurs and they ended up with T-Rexes that weren't vertical but held their bodies like chickens, their upper bodies just above horizontal forward and the tail at a similar angle to behind them, their legs a powerful fulcrum. The other command decision had been sauropods nearby. The designers wanted them, he'd pointed out they weren't coresident with the T-Rexes. But he'd relented. They'd based them on elephants, rhinos, hippos, scaled up. It wasn't a history book. He goggled at the remodeled tank. He'd expected the usual two to three hour adventure, mysteries and shoot-em-ups were the majority of existing games although erotic adventures were common. The primary version of Dinosaur Hunt was just that, a pack of time travelers go on a safari to bag a T-Rex or Allosaurus or other beast, some randomly chosen mishap strips them of much of their equipment and armor and the party needed to both survive and get their trophy for maximum points until the time portal reopened. But no. This adventure would be two whole days. The entire time spent in- world. Toilet facilities existed in the tank, the view would be as if you squatted behind a bush. In keeping with their similar diets and genitals both species had similar needs so no special provisions for his human body. The full room was forty yards square. They'd keep their boots but their clothes would be replaced by a snug body stocking and VR suits that fit snugly over those. These had actuators and sensors that would apply pressure to their bodies based on happenings in the 'world.' He wondered what being chomped on by a Rex or gored by a triceratops might feel like. He hoped to not find out. Razor sharp ferns, insects the size of pigeons and a supporting cast of dinosaurs of every size were additional hazards. Every member had a lightweight helmet with a full face visor that they called 'augmented reality.' Looking at a team member they'd see that person's face and clothes, covered in blood, gore, cuts and bruises as appropriate. Heads up displays indicated health and the VR suits would simulate injuries by limiting movement, such as for sprained ankles or broken legs. The floor had treadmills that could tilt to simulate hills. The suits had reserves of liquids for oozing on them to simulate trekking through swamps. Lovely. Their packs were real. As were the contents, which included all of the ammunition, food and water they'd have available. And if they wanted food to eat, they'd have to carry it, although the game had provisions that if they were willing to do so, they could kill and butcher a dinosaur and 'food' would be supplied. Apparently the game designers had commissioned the labs to grow 'dinosaur meat.' Their briefer ended his discourse with "... and it's edible by both humans and Sylvans." "I'm training in the protein labs," Julia had asked, "what do dinosaurs taste like? Not something I've seen. I'll go talk to them!" Peter recalled the designers had asked him the same question. "Tastes like chicken," he'd said before and repeated it now, "birds evolved from dinosaurs." Wide eyed stares from his companions, a sly smile from the briefer. This male wasn't someone Peter had met before. "Not precisely," the male laughed, "some chicken. Some ostrich. Bit of crocodile. And, well, bit of dice roll on the genes." "Sounds delish," Peter had said and the briefer had practically beamed. Detecting English sarcasm was not an apparent strength. At that moment a female Sylvan pushed a small cart covered by a blanket into the room. The male nodded at her as he left. "My name is Olivia," the female pulled the blanket away to reveal an assortment of firearms, "I'm your armorer." "Olivia? We have an Oliver. Why the hell," Peter grumbled as he walked to the cart, "don't you have enough names? Someone tell the Queen to have them get a Thousand and One Baby Names book next time someone goes to Earth." That got a few laughs although the timbre was a bit odd to Peter's ears. He shrugged. Nerves. "Since the game assumes you're trained," Olivia said, "I'll give you a quick lesson on the weapons." "No ray guns?" She snorted and shook her head at Peter's question. "Ok, then," he said, "bazookas?" She picked up a pistol and offered it to him. "9 millimeter," Peter grumped, "what do I do with this? Tickle them?" He accepted it and extracted the magazine, saw it was empty and set it on the cart. He pulled the slide, saw it was also empty and pushed it into place before he slid it slightly and fingered the lock and quickly pulled the |
slide and barrel out. His teammates goggled at him and Olivia glared. "Ok, smart ass human," she bent down behind the cart and stood with a rifle in her arms. Peter squinted at it for a moment. "That's not a 30-06," he smiled as he took it from her and checked the feed, made sure it was empty, before he pulled it to his shoulder. "Based on a Mauser 98," Olivia said, "uses 416 Rigby big-game cartridges firing 400 grain bullets. 2,400 feet per second muzzle velocity. Bolt action, magazines hold five rounds." "This might, just might, fuck up a T-Rex's day," he said as he worked the bolt and sighted at the wall. "If you hit it perfectly," she shrugged, "however the hell that is." "Iris, come here," Peter said. She had a doubtful look as she approached, he handed her the rifle and she grunted. "You'll be carrying that fifty miles," her expression made clear she suddenly had second thoughts about the whole endeavor as Brittany walked up and took it from her and roughly replicated Peter's stance. "Like this, bitch, you are weak. You have nothing to offer him." Iris's growl was stopped when Peter plunked an AK-47 in her hands. "Ok, everyone," he said, "these are the only hope for most of you, spray and pray." Olivia laughed. "Once in the game you'll have these weapons to choose from. You'll have to carry whatever ammunition you plan to use. It'll be in actual magazines, it WILL fire. Only difference is no actual bullets." "Do we get practice fire here?" Peter asked. "No," she laughed again, he snorted. The two of them spent ten minutes and he hoped his team understood at least which was the business end. And to not point them at each other. Something he'd had to remind Brittany and Iris about a couple of times. It was going to be a fun two days. The plot was simple. It reimagined the first Sylvan expedition arriving in the late Cretaceous. Unlike their success in reality, the attempt by the Golden Criminals to sabotage the starship had partially failed but that pair had fled to the coastal plain east of the young Rocky Mountains in North America in a shuttle and had landed in an area full of T-Rexes, Triceratops, various sauropods and others. Indications were they'd been eaten in a moment of poetic justice but their shuttle was apparently undamaged. Peter, Brittany and their team had pursued them in a second shuttle but the criminals had sabotaged it and the opening of the game was having to crash land the shuttle, you could get it as close as thirty miles from the other shuttle or as far as a hundred. With only the equivalent of rifles and pistols and only the ammunition they could carry the team needed to get to the other shuttle. The crew on the ship in orbit had to fight to save the starship so help wouldn't come from that quarter. The expedition had a suite of satellites like the Global Positioning System that humans had just started building but the sabotage had left no time to deploy them. Thus, navigation was a padlet with a map and a built-in compass. Fortunately, they also had a paper map and a regular compass. Just in case. Also fortunately the Earth's magnetic field's polarity at this time matched the current day's. He needed to send them north by northwest to an area in modern day called Hell Creek. Oh, goody. Known from some of the richest fossil beds on Earth to have been rife with large and no doubt bad tempered beasts with mouths full of razor sharp teeth. On top of it all, for this setting the expedition had spotted an incoming asteroid that would strike in just over two days. Peter had mentioned he'd read about a theory that such an asteroid had caused the extinction of the dinosaurs but Earth's scientists had so far not accepted it. Using her instruments and high vantage point, the geologist Catanie had found a hidden crater in the Yucatan peninsula. Peter had dug up not-widely-read papers reporting anomalous readings from that spot with an age that matched the extinction date. Peter had tried to convince Queen Anna to let them publish a paper about it but she'd refused. Rather, he had an agent argue for it from an anonymous account on Usenet paleontology forums. It was good practice for the AIs. Per their odd belief that he'd actually HUNTED dinosaurs, and the fact he was the only one who knew what bullets actually meant, the team had declared their token human to be their commander. His first decision was easy, he'd declared Iris's not-boyfriend 'Bernard,' a trainee pilot, as their shuttle pilot. He'd done well and put them down just over thirty miles from their target, a tough but not impossible hike over two days through swampy lands with plenty of hills but no more than gentle slopes. He'd been pleasantly surprised himself that while they'd gathered what weapons and ammunition they could carry the distance needed, he'd remembered the most important items. Toilet paper and dry socks for everyone. The look on even the male Sylvans' faces when he'd explained the importance had been priceless. He knew everything was being recorded, he wanted those stills. Although only two, three or at most four years younger than him, they'd been born on these space stations and had never actually set foot on a planet. Of the few items that did cause some grumbling about their Queen, her strict limits that only Changelings and Guards went down below was a key one. The older generation strongly supported her. Bernard would likely go down, but pilots landed, dropped off or loaded in haste, and dusted off as quickly as possible. That the Queen herself had gone to Earth, openly as he well knew, kicked the grumbling up a couple of notches higher than it might've been otherwise. Once he'd gotten over the sense of awe at the realism of his situation and accepted it, he'd twigged to what might be a big issue as they'd salvaged their gear from the crashed shuttle. Despite the uniforms his party had created, Sylvans hadn't had a military in over a thousand of their years. They'd had police forces but even they rarely faced serious threats. Thus, Sylvan decision making was almost universally a consensus based arrangement, where every participant was given the chance to say their piece, although like any sentient beings individual personalities made certain people, like Queen Anna, more influential. But even she rarely ruled by edict. Peter had never been in the military but almost the only legal, mostly legal, endeavor his extended family managed to do as a unit had been week-long deer hunting trips. He'd learned a decent amount about organizing gear and food for a small group for a short time. And the Sylvan gear was magical. Lightweight packs and clothing, the guns and ammo were modeled after actual weapons but lighter than the deer rifles he'd used. Self-heating high-nutrition food packs. But the way the VR worked was they WOULD actually walk the needed well over thirty miles in the next real thirty-six hours. Well, if they wanted to 'win.' Based on the map and whatever the dinosaurs did it was unlikely he'd be able to keep them in a straight line, they'd probably need ten or more extra miles. It was all gear, except the guns, that Sylvans had used in the extensive wild reserves on their home planet. And that they'd use on Earth, if the opportunity arose. But here, there was no instruction manual as his crew were used to. That was him. As they'd dug through the 'wrecked shuttle' that was a mix of a physical set and augmented visual, auditory and even olfactory input fed to them it was so faultless he'd forgotten almost immediately it was a 'game.' "Brittany," he'd growled, "you ask me one more time 'why' when I tell you what to pack I will personally feed you to the first T-Rex we meet." Her mouth had dropped open. Well, that was his view, but he knew that was essentially what she'd looked like under her mask and visor. She'd blinked. "And, Bernard," Peter had turned, "you got us on the ground. Cool. Did I tell YOU how to fly the fucking shuttle?" "Uh, no." "Right. Now, you all have instructions. Any questions?" His quick view of Brittany's expression had been a new one. Her lust face. Um, what? Then he'd noticed Iris. Then he'd seen the glare that passed between her and his blue-eyed girlfriend. Or whatever she was. Fun. They all wore lightweight body armor that would offer at least some protection against teeth and claws. The shuttle offered heavier armor but no one was trekking near fifty miles wearing it. The first five miles were uneventful. The Sylvans had an impressive culture of fitness and he'd willingly joined in since he'd found himself on an invisible satellite in orbit around his home planet. But this kind of trekking was new to his crew. He'd kept rude comments at bay but he'd started banter and encouraged it to keep them occupied. They'd seen a variety of small dinosaurs and even a couple as tall as them but all had fled. His brain knew at some level they were simply projections but the designers had done so, so well. Bits of dirt kicked up by their feet, sounds like modern birds twisted into something new, plants that moved as the creatures ran past. And they'd seen the occasional small bird. Their faces were more reptilian and their tail feathers long, but they flew. They also stayed far away. The smells were also interesting. Barnyards, decaying vegetation, others. Then they'd found the stegosaurs. Or the stegosaurs found them. Peter stopped the crew and ordered everyone to back up. His plan was to avoid them. One of the beasts spotted them but as they'd retreated seemed ready to ignore them. There were a dozen in total including some youngsters and the rest of the herd hadn't reacted. He used a soft voice and arm movements to get his team moving away quietly. Most obeyed. But 'Oliver,' Julia's boyfriend, ignored him and strode forward. He lifted his AK-47 and fired the three-round burst that Peter had tried to drill into them. He kicked backwards when he didn't handled the recoil and his shots went high. He'd let everybody fire off a couple of magazines before they'd left the downed shuttle since none had fired a gun before and the shuttle had more ammunition than they could carry. The designers had done a good job, the weapons offered recognizably recoil. He'd never fired 416 Rigby ammo but he'd hit the target on his third shot. Despite her lithe build Brittany had managed to control the weapon so he'd given her a second 'T-Rex gun' to add to the one he carried but he figured a head shot would be more blind luck than anything else for her. The biggest concern was only having six magazines of the Rigby ammo after their quick practice. In addition to the practice he'd hoped it would scare off the locals and it had seemed to work. As he'd assumed at the briefing, there was little reason giving anyone else anything but an AK-47. He and Brittany also took them and he'd shifted food around to equalize their loads. But in this case rather than fleeing the spiky beasts had bleated and charged. Oliver fussed with his gun like he could do something. "You dumb...," Peter had dropped his big rifle and charged and shouldered into Oliver. The human was close to three inches or so taller and broader, not unusual. Male and female Sylvans were much closer in heights between the genders than humans and had a much more limited range he'd found, there were few he'd encountered taller than him but also almost no adults as short as Carole. They also tended to be slender but he'd learned to not underestimate their strength. He drove Oliver sideways and spun them in what he hoped would be out of the way, the ground shook from the charge as the two of them rolled away. He looked up to see Bernard try to line up a shot. He didn't get it. The realism of two tail spikes through his midsection and the geyser of red gore was obscene. His scream of pain was as real as it got. The screams of some of the other Sylvans were real as well. Bernard was dragged along for almost 10 meters before his body caught on a bush and pulled off of the spike as the angry dinosaur and its friends continued on. How the hell had the game done THAT? "Brittany," Peter yelled, "come with me. First aid kit." An apprentice paramedic, she had one of their two kits. Another legacy of their being on satellites with many possible things that could go wrong was almost a third had extensive first aid training and almost everyone at least the basics. She followed. "Iris," she looked at him, "watch the beasts. Scream if they turn around." "Oliver," he knelt, his expression dazed, "watch where they came from. Let us know if more." He stood and wagged his head. Brittany had been business like and at the prone figure quickly. "He is dead," she'd used a similar neck point to humans to look for a pulse, the suit didn't give him one, a stethoscope no different result. Peter assumed it had gone rigid and that the gore was simulated. Well, he hoped. He recognized the metallic smell of blood, he'd been around enough fist fights and worse to never forget it. "Make sure," he touched her shoulder and she nodded. He looked around, Iris seemed almost blasé but Julia was so ashen she was almost as pale as that other female. "Tell him goodbye, we're leaving," he said in a soft but firm voice, ensured everyone heard. She glared at him but blinked those brown eyes repeatedly. "No..." Oliver had joined in with her denial as he slid his arm around his girlfriend. "Can't carry him. Sorry. Iris," she looked at him, "you're on watch. Rest of you, we gather rocks, we'll make it hard for scavengers. I'll mark this spot on the map, after we get to the shuttle we'll come back and get him." Brittany's smile had been eerie and Iris soon duplicated it. None of his crew had known about the asteroid before the pre-game briefing but he had the feeling they knew there was no hope of doing that, post-impact. But Julia and Oliver seemed satisfied. Again, some part of his mind knew that they hefted 'rocks' that were focal points of gravity, or something. But they covered Bernard once they'd gathered them. The stegosaurs had stopped about fifty meters away and had eyed them but remained distant with the occasional snort. "Anyone else want to not listen to me? Good. Iris, you're front. Oliver, rear." "Let's go, roomie," Brittany nudged Julia as she'd looked back and they'd set off. An hour after lunch Peter had shot an overly aggressive duck-billed dinosaur. He'd explained they were plant eaters but when an animal around thirty feet long is hooting and chasing you, such fine differences seem unimportant. Fortunately a high-caliber round in the head killed dinosaurs. Well, a half dozen of them. The other dozen slugs in its body hadn't seemed to slow it. He'd ordered his team to go for 'center of mass' shots, hit something, but single shots. They had slowed it down, his first two head shots had hit but hadn't penetrated. The rest of the herd had stayed in or close to the shallow lake. "Alpha male, I guess," Peter had explained, "and his harem. Doesn't like intruders." Brittany's growl had been obvious, Iris's response subtler but clear. The two females passed from thought quickly as they all felt the crocodile- like skin and thick muscles of the beast. He'd felt bad about having to kill it. "Anyone want to chop a hunk off for dinner tonight?" He'd asked, they all had heavy knives, but even with those he doubted they'd accomplish much in the time they had. How had ancient peoples butchered mammoths with stone tools? No one seconded his suggestion. He'd had no choice but to stop them, he'd noticed a definite increase in dinosaur activity as dusk approached. Movement, bellows, roars. He also knew his charges were flagging. Badly. They'd seen an assortment of dinosaurs during the afternoon but he'd steered them away in a zigzag course and no one had repeated Oliver's or Bernard's impulsiveness. He'd found a high spot backed by a twenty meter high rock wall to camp overnight. He'd showed his crew how to use the stakes marked as 'perimeter' in an octagon. They used lasers and would warn them of approach. He noted they were too sensitive, Dino moths set them off. They'd grumbled when he'd veered to find this spot. The map said a small range of hills were here and once he'd confirmed them he wanted a dry and defensible spot. His charges had been upset with the extra hiking. "See," he'd pointed to upright plants around the area, "no game trails close by. They don't normally come here." That had slightly mollified his crew once they'd understood its significance. He'd had Brittany attend to blisters and sore muscles, scrapes and apparent allergic reactions. Fortunately all minor. Real blisters. Their tech was good, but no one walks near twenty miles over way too realistically rough terrain on a whim without some damage. Brittany had passed out their equivalent of supercharged aspirin, near-narcotic on pain but without the sedative effects. Real drugs for real aches. The expressions he'd received when everyone pulled on dry socks was priceless. He wanted those stills too. Dinner had been freeze-dried packets that heated themselves when you tore them open. He'd described the joys of explosive diarrhea when he'd caught a couple of his party about to drink water before he made them use the purification kits. He didn't know what was in the actual water that flowed now and again, in contrast to lakes and rivers that were only virtual. He wondered how the suits would've faked it. Or if they'd spiked the water. He'd wondered where they'd gotten the sounds but he was going to beat the shit of the sound designer. The Sylvans jumped and stared and he'd repeatedly hissed at them to not fire their guns into the blackness. The shuttle hadn't included night-vision gear and the VR didn't include ultraviolet light so his crew were as blind as he was, not something they were used to. He'd set a rotating watch. He'd had little trouble when he'd rebuffed Brittany's advance. Iris had waited for her to fall asleep and had done likewise but she'd not been overly aggressive either. He'd managed an hour of his own sleep. With his back to the rock wall he watched the predawn sky lighten as he drank coffee from a self-heating bulb, his crew still slept. He cajoled them into activity, didn't let anyone use the toilet out of sight. Their dress and gym facilities showed his hosts had little body shame and even semi-public sex wasn't out of bounds, Angie's admonition to him and Carole had been to keep the gym from getting crowded, not taboo. But shitting and pissing was out of sight. One of the few social strictures and as a result he'd noticed it was obeyed. Too bad. They had just under fifteen miles to travel and twelve hours to do so. Other than losing Bernard the previous day hadn't been bad. But they were under a tight deadline. Any later and the shuttle wouldn't have time to get them far enough from the coming asteroid's blast zone. And the shuttle. Bernard, their pilot, was 'dead.' The little craft were largely automated but they had no idea if the Golden Criminals might've sabotaged it before they'd apparently been eaten, his skills had been essential getting them down in one piece. Their deaths were presumed and not confirmed and were based on screams and gunshots heard on an open radio channel so an ambush was another possibility. The closer to Hell Creek the denser were the herds of primordial beasts. After an hour of walking they saw their first sauropods, Peter simply said they were Brontosaurs, he didn't know specifically and what the hell. Every big ass long necked four-legged plant eater had always been and would ever be a Bronto to him. A dozen adults and half that many young slogged across a shallow river toward a forest of tree ferns. The herd saw the bipedal creatures but didn't seem to care. Peter kept it that way and edged his party away. He authorized full auto on their rifles when they were charged by a pack of vicious two-legged beasts that were a third of the way to bird hood, their arms like sort-of wings with claws and their bodies covered with downy feathers. They had some kick-ass talons on their feet and instead of beaks had mouths that reached just below his breastbone. And were filled with razor- sharp teeth. "Turkosaurs," he called them, no one argued. He didn't recognize them immediately, close enough. There were twenty-five or thirty of them. They'd taken out half before he realized his error and turned, another dozen had flanked them. He'd turned Iris and left Brittany to lead the front, the best of the rest with a weapon. A loud bleet-like roar forced a rethink on the little carnivores. The turkosaurs stopped and turned, fled around the boulder field he'd retreated his team into. T-Rexes. Two. Not full grown but unmistakable. The alpha predators had been concerned with the turkosaurs but they registered the strange creatures among the rocks and stopped. Two sets of nostrils went wide. "Iris," he heard a shaky 'yeah,' "switch with Brittany. You and Julia watch the turkosaurs and our back." "Got it." "What, boss?" Blue eyes on him. "Switch rifles. These pop guns will just piss this pair off, Oliver, if they charge go for the knees. Might slow them." He and Brittany pulled their 'T-Rex guns.' He'd taken the duck bill down with his. She'd handled the weapon but hadn't hit much with target practice. "You get the one on the right, wait for them to lean forward. If you hit the snout, won't do shit." The wind was in his face so the T-Rexes couldn't get a good fix on them. He'd argued with the designers about their eyesight. Some human paleontologists claimed they could only detect movement, others that they were like eagles. Where had the designers landed? These teen tyrannosaurs knew they were there but no one doubted smell was their prime sense. They turned their heads, whether to gather smells or varied sight lines was unclear as they slowly advanced. A gunshot behind him. "One less turkosaur," Iris growled, the retreating squeals told him his fellows had accomplished what the bullet hadn't. The gunshot caused the T-Rexes to pause for a moment. Then they issued low roars that oddly reminded him of the sexual challenge sound Sylvan females made. He knew most of the game designers were male. He smiled. Brittany's possibly subconscious response was the sound she'd make to tell a challenging female to go away. Or else. He snorted softly. Then a loud, ululating roar came from off the right, a hillock obscured direct view. Both T-Rexes stopped and stood and looked that way, then back at their apparent prey. "Go to momma, kids," Peter said aloud, Brittany and Oliver looked at him. A second roar and their antagonists turned and were surprisingly agile and fast as they dashed out of sight. Had T-Rexes truly been THAT quick? The game designers had incredible analytics about bodies and they'd pulled as much information as they could about dinosaur anatomies from every museum and university on the globe. They'd immediately rejected the human conception of the upright T-Rex dragging its tail. That had led to the ostrich compromise. "Oliver, Brittany, keep watch," he turned, "status?" "Hundred meters, eating many of their own wounded," Iris laughed, Julia's face was sheer horror. "Brittany, switch back, I'm keeping this," he hefted the long-barreled weapon, then pointed an angle to the right of the remaining turkosaurs but not directly at the sauropods who'd retreated to the far side of the river, the adults had turned to glare where the T-Rexes had been and formed a cordon around their young. "Iris, you're front, Brittany, left side, face the pack. Oliver, bring up rear. Jogging pace." They set off. The turkosaurs didn't pursue them. A couple of adult brontosaurs gave them quick looks but otherwise ignored them. They all blinked as the sky flashed. Dinosaurs went silent before a cacophony of hoots, roars and bleating surrounded them. "What?" Julia's question. "Asteroid," Peter said, "move!" He told his wristlet to give him a two hour countdown. In their never- published paper he and Catanie had worked out the impact's effects. That told him they were far enough to avoid the immediate blast but a tornado-speed air front would hit them in about two hours. A few minutes later everyone stumbled as the ground rumbled for a few moments. He'd given the paper to the game designers. Stupid, that. The closer their destination became the thicker the herds. Fortunately brontosaurs had little interest so long as they didn't approach them directly. He'd kept to that agreement. Duckbills weren't so sanguine. The books had them as akin to manatees, vegetarian browsers that liked shallow waters and lived in family groups. He didn't know if the game designers had caught their true essence or had decided it was like having koala bears as ninja assassins. That had been when they'd found the herd of triceratops. What he'd taken as another alpha male of a new duckbill group had again challenged them. They'd retreated as it hadn't seemed as aggressive, then a single shot past its head did nothing and with their limited remaining ammunition he'd restrained his team. "Shit, boss," Brittany's voice behind him. "What?" "Tri... tri-tops, whatever they are." He turned. Twelve of them, young behind a cordon of fully grown adults. Fortunately the duckbill had seen them as well. He hooted loudly but stopped, then retreated slowly but without going silent. The ground bounced as the apparent leader of the tri-horned beasts stamped its front foot, Peter's head just about met its shoulder. "They're just like cows, you know cattle," he said lightly, "munch on grass and ferns. You can play tip the triceratops!" "You should have fucked me last night when we had the chance," Iris's voice was a light and sing-song tone, Brittany's growled response was low, "now we will be squished and gored and eaten by turkosaurs and you'll never know what a real woman's pussy can do." "He already knows that," Brittany's verbal growl, "and he has limp rags in his shower should he want to feel yours." He saw a flock of about twenty turkosaurs emerge from a dense stand of low fern trees. They saw the odd bipeds but froze in place rather than attack as they looked at the duckbills and the Triceratops. The almost-birds seemed as leery of their bigger cousins as did Peter's group. "I'll shoot both of you if you don't shut up," Peter's own growl met by two coughs, Julia and Oliver maintained their silence, "now... oh, shit." The herds either side of them had rotated to put their young either side of the path he'd wanted to use, their most direct route away from the turkosaurs and toward their destination. He chambered a round, wondered if it would even penetrate between those horns as he mulled the map. "Got it," he'd nudged them due west, "that way. There's a rise behind the tri- tops and it's downwind of them. We'll have to go fast but it'll get us to the shuttle. Bit of a forest, be a hassle but it'll keep these big guys away. Won't let the turkosaurs attack en masse either." The tri-top adults rotated the herd to watch the group as they'd retreated, the duckbill had finally gone silent as he'd splashed into the river to rejoin his family. He'd turned to engage in a staring contest with the turkosaurs. More turkosaurs mounted a halfhearted assault not quite five miles later, Peter assumed it was a new band since they'd detected no pursuit. He had his group at a fast jog when one had come out of the brush and into Iris, the two had tumbled. "Circle," he shouted, "no auto fire!" He handed his rifle to Julia and pulled his knife. Iris screamed as she used her forearm to protect her throat and pointed teeth sank into it. The lightweight body armor across her torso tore as the talons of a foot slashed at it. Peter threw his left forearm around Iris's and braced its head, wing- like arms beat at his chest as he sawed at the foot-long throat. "Fu...," Iris sputtered as a spray of hot blood hit her in the face before she turned but it released her arm. Peter dragged it off of her and shoved it sideways where it kicked and sputtered as the flow of blood slowed. He'd heard a handful of gunshots behind him as he pulled Iris up and she threw her arms around his neck. "I know some hot liquid you can spray all over my face later," she 'kissed' him before he pushed her away but not before she'd smeared turkosaur blood on his face. His mask oozed something across his face. He'd produced plenty of his own sweat but this was something else. Again, the metallic smell and feel of blood. How are they DOING this? "C'mon," he yelled, she retrieved her weapon and they joined the trio. Turkosaurs tore into injured compatriots and he cajoled his party to move. Iris's arm bled but he saw no arterial spray. It'd wait. The armor had prevented Iris from being disemboweled at the first slash, Peter's intervention had prevented a second slash from succeeding. They'd climbed a steep but short rise and dropped into a valley that stretched among low hills. He'd stopped them so Brittany could quickly tend to the arm. Then he'd rushed them again as they ran through a rain of pebble-like rubble. Either they were far enough from the impact to avoid the big stuff or the designers had missed. He didn't care as tiny rocks pinged off of helmets for a half mile. "This looks good," Julia's happy tone as the party peeked over a ridge. The wind was in their faces which was the best part of it. Below them was another herd of tri-tops, they'd adopted Brittany's misspoken name for convenience. Six adults and three young grazed on low, spiky fern bushes and grass-like plants with thin stems that waved in the wind. Beyond the herd ran a creek barely five meters wide. A half mile past that was the shuttle on a small hump of ground. Its doors were closed and it appeared undamaged. Binoculars showed a larger stream the far side of that hillock that the near creek eventually merged into. That stream joined another and widened into a river where another pack of duckbills foraged. "We'll skirt the tri-tops to the right," Peter pointed along their ridge, "that'll keep us upwind. Drop down over there, straight shot to the shuttle. Brittany." "What?" Her hand landed on his ass and pushed between his legs. He snorted. "Got the keys?" Their laughter was cut short by a ululated roar off to the left. It was the mouth of the small valley from where the creek originated. The tri-tops snorted and pawed the ground, an adult herded the youngsters back toward the base of their hill. Suddenly a flock of thirty or forty turkosaurs streamed from the valley's mouth. Half of them veered right but screamed in unison and doubled back when an adult tri-top charged two steps forward at them. "Well. This turned to shit," Brittany had no problem with human sarcasm. Peter looked at his watch. Thirty minutes. They'd need five minutes to prep the shuttle, assuming it was indeed undamaged. There'd be trees and dinosaurs flying through the air soon. They had to move. A duckbill harem followed the turkosaurs, assumed mothers pushed their young in front followed by other adults. What he took to be the alpha male brought up the rear and had turned to bleat its response which was met by the lesser roars of what must be juvenile T-Rexes. But the earlier roar had made clear adults were with them. A pair of turkosaurs veered to attack one of the infant duckbills, it bleated as they jumped it and raked their talons down its side. It's presumed mother screamed and grabbed one of the attackers in her jaw and shook it before she threw it twenty meters to her right. It wailed and rolled, it raised its head but did little more before two of its compatriots fell on it, biting and slashing. They were joined by another half dozen. The second one screamed and jumped off of the infant and ran to catch up to the rest of its flock who weren't chowing down on their relative. Peter exhaled hard when they charged up the slope he'd wanted to lead them down. He nudged Brittany's hand away and shuffled to his left. "Hey, look," Brittany pointed to a lone turkosaur who'd dashed to the space between the tri-tops and the predator and prey tableau. It picked up something blue around a meter long. "Shit," Peter had the binoculars, "that's a leg." The little scavenger was obviously at its limit with the leg but it managed and ran to rejoin its flock, it was met mid-slope by a half dozen and they fell to fighting over the snack. The duckbills ignored it as the females herded their youngsters and the male made mock charges at the juvenile tyrants who returned the feints. "Either that Golden Criminal is hopping around on one leg, or well, being digested right now," Brittany's voice was calm but strained, "but whatever. What about the other one?" "Oliver." "Yeah, boss," they'd all eventually adopted Brittany's term. "Watch behind us, don't want those turkosaurs circling around and ass fucking us." Iris suddenly leaned on him and he felt a new hand between his legs. He half turned and she winced as she hit her injured arm. These suits were way too realistic. "Let me, I'm really into ass fucking," she purred as her good hand's grip tightened, "if we survive." He shrugged at Oliver as Iris gave him a last squeeze and shuffled to crouch behind a rock. The male duckbill bleated again and waddled as it used a powerful tail to try and deter the young predators. They gave away height and bulk but outgunned the vegetarian with teeth and clawed feet. But they still respected its strength and were leery. Then again, it was more likely this was all in hopes that one or more of the young could be separated. The duckbills followed the stream as the ground vibrated from their passage and the tri-tops pawing at the ground. Another ululated roar was followed by their first sight of an adult tyrannosaur. "School's in," Peter said, followed by, "I'll explain later." "Are... are they really like that?" Julia's voice was choppy. These aliens had crossed thirty-two light years in hypersleep booths and circled his planet in invisible satellites. They had fusion reactors and could manipulate gravity. And they couldn't seem to grasp that neither he nor any other human had ever seen a live dinosaur. "I've seen bigger," he deadpanned. The adult made a series of chirps and trills that indeed sounded like birds. He knew the designers had done extensive analysis on models of all of the skulls to prise out sounds. They'd watched the movies, the roars were too one note. Whatever. The adult had to be the mother. Well, maybe the father. But it was clear the juveniles were being guided. They looked back and responded with their own trills. She seemed satisfied to advise, showed no inclination to press the attack harder. Until she saw the tri-tops. The anxious ground stomping had increased when the juveniles had appeared and had become an earthquake once mom showed. She turned and roared at the pack. The tri-tops made little more than grunts and bleats but the shaking of the ground made up for their lack of vocalization. The two largest of them stepped to the front, a wall of terrible spikes and massive, bony shields between the Rex family and the tri-top calves. The juvenile predators had halted their pursuit of the duckbills, who'd continued to follow the stream around the little hillock through its channel between the hillock on which the shuttle sat and the slope into the hills where the pack of turkosaurs lingered. Peter growled. Somewhere deep his brain knew this was a 'game' but his thinking brain was determined to get his crew into that shuttle and off the planet. And that thinking brain knew that every creature between them and their escape would crush them and many would enjoy eating them. His gaze followed the ridge line to their left. It was much rougher than the right and he couldn't see the drop into that little valley. Like here it wasn't more than thirty meters and he guessed it wasn't a sheer drop. "We can go that way, once she's out of the valley," Peter pointed to their left, "drop down, easy sprint to the shuttle." A new ululated roar, deeper and louder than the female T-Rex's caused Peter's party to jump. They weren't alone. The female went silent and turned to look up the valley from which she'd emerged. Her cubs shuffled behind her. The duckbills paused but then they turned and ran as they pushed the young at top speed and water and mud flew up behind them. The turkosaurs continued to fight over the leg but different ones popped their heads up to look across the gap, the cannibals carried off what bits they could of their dead compatriot and joined the flock on the ridge. Even the tri-tops had lessened their display and had |
moved to nervous pawing at the ground, chunks of dirt kicked up. Two more adults stepped to form a twenty yard wide phalanx of bone and bad intentions at their front. The Queen of the Dinosaurs was near twelve feet at the hips, thirty feet long. The King had a yard on her in height and five in length. Long scars extended down his right hip, his neck, all healed. Muscle rippled the length of both bodies but the King's neck and jaw muscles were like he had one of the Queen's cubs on each side of his head. "You should've seen the other guy, quote, unquote," Peter said when Brittany pointed the scars out. She laughed but Oliver and Julia just stared. The King roared again which by itself shook the ground. The Queen returned it with only a few decibels less volume. Her cubs danced behind her and made what he took were sounds of distress. Iris had returned and nudged Oliver and Julia, they quickly replaced her to keep watch. She pushed against Peter's left side. Brittany growled and pushed closer on the other side. He used his elbows to push both slightly away. "We are going to die here," Iris cooed, "either them or the asteroid. So. Let us get a good fuck in while we have time." "Whore," Brittany hissed, "his last fuck will be in a tighter, sweeter cunt than yours." "None such here," the response, "he will experience the best at his last." "Shut up, both...," they both stared at him as he went silent and smiled. The King pressed forward and the Queen backed up, her cubs stepped alongside of her in alternating turns and let out their bleated roars but it was clear she kept herself between them and the King. "He doesn't want to eat anyone, he's here to fuck. Her cubs aren't weaned, but they have to be getting close, letting them go after a duckbill family. She's in heat." "Not the only one here," Brittany said, "but Iris's is ice. Cold. Not welcoming." He elbowed Iris to forestall her comment. "But it's likely he'd still kill the cubs if he can." The courting couple glanced over at the tri-tops every few minutes. The quadrupeds seemed happy to simply maintain their shield wall so long as the T-Rexes did whatever they were going to do Over There. The Queen followed the same channel as had the duckbills. That would open their path to the left, down into that valley, it was 250 yards from the mouth to the shuttle. "What if they run into the shuttle?" It was a good question from Iris. "Too steep, I think. See? The most direct escape is over that rise but only the turkosaurs seem willing. I don't think the rest of these guys will do slopes like that. At least, not willingly." "We wait for them, they're going, should we go?" Brittany pointed like he had to the left. "Perfectly valid plan, but," he paused, "they're way too slow. You saw how fast those youngsters moved the first ones we saw?" Both females nodded at him. "They'll run us down before we're halfway to the shuttle if we don't wait until they're all the way the other side. They might ignore us but if we're sprinting full speed? I doubt it. Not to mention these tri-tops. And at this pace, that'll be too late." Soft recitation of'shit' from both sides. "Ah, yeah. Oliver, Julia, come here," they shuffled quickly over, "we're going left. Brittany, see that rock?" She nodded. "You stop there. Iris, five yards past. Julia, five more. Oliver, got it?" He wagged. "Once we're in place, Brittany starts. Short burst in the buttocks of the tri- top calf furthest right. Then, Iris, next one. Five shots max." "Wha...," Julia's exclamation, "babies!" "Don't worry, roomie, these pop guns won't hurt them." "Not much," Peter said, "but hopefully enough to get them to run. That'll hopefully force the adults forward. I think once they begin they'll go all out. The T-Rexes will have to run or fight. I think they'll run further down the stream, the tri-tops on their heels. "What if these guys run up that canyon?" "Fine too, they'll keep running a while. And if they fight it out, five bipeds in green won't interest them. As soon as they're moving we're full speed along this ridge. Don't go down until we have a clear path, too soon on that flat better chance some dino or another will notice us. Now, go!" He led them, the path was rocky but easy enough to move quickly. He set each member up while the roars, bleats, trills and ground pounding continued. He was the last one along and took a deep breath. Then he signaled Brittany. She fired five shots. The calf erupted in a scream and reared onto its hind legs. Iris followed suit to a similar reaction. They landed and ran into the adults who turned in confusion. Julia then Oliver fired, he noticed not all of the latter two's bullets hit home but enough did. One of the calves broke past the cordon of flesh and bone to the immediate reaction of the King and Queen. The nearest tri-top adult made a bleating sound that Peter interpreted as 'oh, fuck,' and charged forward and in two strides was alongside the calf. Its calf? Decision made, the ground rumbled and rolled as the entire herd charged. He tried to yell, a conceit of the game was their radios had been destroyed. But he stood and waved and his team scrambled to follow him on the ridge line. He was joined at the edge by his team. The Queen had held her place for the first twenty yards of the charge before she'd turned and as the duckbills had herded their young she'd done the same, chirps and ear-splitting trills convinced her brood to flee as mud and water flew. The King didn't pursue his intended mate but didn't flee, he shuffled backward a few steps and braced as if he was going to stand against a quartet of angry, horned battle tanks. "Run like hell, everyone," Peter waved and led the crew down the fifteen degree slope. It was sandy but covered in grasses and wasn't a hard slog. He stopped them at the mouth of the canyon as the ground rolled. "Goddamn it," Peter said, the King had shuffled closer to them as the tri-top charge veered exactly where he wanted it, for some reason he looked up. The turkosaurs stood arrayed along the ridge line, their heads bobbed up and down. They expected rich pickings would be coming their way no matter how this came down. He hoped those pickings weren't his team. "Move it, while he's occupied," he shoved his compatriots in turn and they set off in sprints. More sandy soil with short grasses and fern bushes. Growing up he'd read there'd been no grasses when dinosaurs had been around but recent research belied that. So it wasn't wrong although they didn't know if it had been HERE. Whatever. "Peter," Brittany's scream had cut through the thunder and roars. He looked and she pointed. He stopped, turned. "Motherfu...," he went still and flicked the safety off. "Run," he screamed and turned his head back. The King hadn't charged but he saw the nostrils open wide and the head turn. A predator zeroing in on its target. It's attention changed to the running Sylvans. Peter frowned. He dropped to one knee and sighted the rifle. On its second step Peter fired. The head wasn't the right angle, he hit it between the nostrils. But the bullet caused it to pause. He knew it wouldn't work during a full charge. He stood and backed up, heard a rapid fire behind him, glanced. Iris and Brittany, he saw the slugs hit. He took advantage of the beast's hesitation to move further up the small slope, he saw Oliver and Julia arrive at the shuttle. He held up his weapon and pointed at it then at Brittany, she nodded and set her semi-auto next to Iris then unslung her own rifle. They'd had only two magazines left, he'd split them evenly. She imitated her kneel and he veered to try and draw the King to turn slightly. He'd been right, it came at him about half the speed they'd seen the young ones run. Still a good speed. He heard Brittany's shot and her screamed 'FUCK' when he realized she'd not tracked. He veered to lead the best more straight on. He saw her second shot catch it in the side of the head. It stopped, roared and those massive muscles flexed as it shook its head. It didn't go down. "Oh fuck me," Brittany half shouted. "No one else will," Iris replicated her volume. It held still and swung its gaze from Peter to Brittany and Iris and back. Iris fired another five rounds that peppered its torso. It looked down then up. Peter dropped quickly to his knee. "Iris, DO IT AGAIN." She did. The beast looked down. He fired. He heard Brittany's rifle again. The beast froze, shook. He exhaled slowly and at the end pulled his trigger again. The tyrannosaur wavered. Peter stood and ran. "GO, GO, GO," he pushed Iris then pulled Brittany, the T-Rex hadn't gone down but it seemed frozen. Oliver and Julia stood in the opened shuttle doorway and waved them on. "Fuck," Brittany shouted as she tripped, stumbled got her balance, "what the?" She reached down. It was a male Sylvan's head, neck and bit of a shoulder. It had clouded golden eyes. "Same one?" She looked at Peter. He shrugged. Iris laughed. "Burn in hell," she did a shot put throw to send it a few yards, Peter raised an eyebrow. Heaven, hell, gods, devils, none were natural to Sylvans. They hopped into the shuttle and Oliver slammed the door close button. Without Bernard their pilot was Iris. In his attempts to convince her about 'we're a couple' he'd taken her a few times in a shuttle simulator and once as backseat on a training flight. Peter shrugged off his pack and handed it and his rifle to Julia before he jumped into the co-pilot's seat. "Pull the magazines and strap it all in the back," he yelled, there was space at the rear for their gear, a heavy steel mesh wall would hold everything, "then strap your asses in, going to be rough!" Oliver, Julia and Brittany obeyed his instructions in order, Brittany pushed past the couple to take the seat immediately behind Peter. The little four- seater shuttles operated purely by gravity manipulation. This was a larger model like what the fleet had in reality. It also manipulated gravity and it could seat up to twelve or seats could be folded for cargo space, and it added a fusion reactor engine. Iris engaged the auto-pilot and it lifted off the ground using only the anti-gravity. Through the cockpit window he saw the Queen and her two cubs directly in front of them, she and the now stationary tri-tops glared at each other but made no other moves, the latter's calves apparently hooted with their injuries but they seemed okay. The duck bills had joined with others of their kind and all had moved further away. Brontosaurs that he'd mistaken for low hills stood in the far distance. He had a twinge of pain when he realized every one of the majestic beasts would be dead in a few minutes. "I've got to see," she said. There were no windows in the rear. She spun the craft as it topped fifty meters. The male Rex was down. It was covered with turkosaurs who tore at it with talons and teeth, it's head lifted and its jaws moved but with little force. "Yes," Iris screamed, "better you than us. Except for Brittany. Not that she would have tasted good." "We could have used you to poison it, Iris." Every turkosaur head snapped upright and stared behind them. The shuttle shook. "Slam the gas pedal anytime, Iris, north. Anywhere north," Peter ordered. "Sit back," she shouted as her hands moved across the controls, "gonna hurt!" Peter heard 'oofs' and 'ows' as everyone was slammed back in their seats as the fusion engine kicked in and hit its maximum six gees at this altitude. That was more than enough for him. Once again, that one part of his brain wondered 'how the fuck they doing THIS? We're not really accelerating at six gees.' "Yaa hoo," Iris croaked, she and Peter turned to each other and she somehow slowly flicked the tip of her tongue at him. Brittany was seated just behind him and he saw her two hands lift shakily from the chair and make a throat strangling gesture. How much shaking was acceleration and how much the shock wave, he didn't care when the craft righted itself and in a few moments its transit was again smooth. The view outside evolved through darker shades of blue until it became black. Iris tapped a button to shut off the fusion drive to allow them to fall into an orbit. Any orbit for now. The radio crackled to life. "This is Starcrosser calling shuttle, come in. Over." The message repeated. Peter searched, found the button. "Starcrosser, this is recovery team. We made it. The Golden Criminals were the last meals of unknown dinosaurs." His team's cheers confirmed that. "No trials will be necessary. One team fatality. Injuries, need medical staff standing by. Your status? Over." "Nothing we can't fix over time. Sorry to hear. Will have medical team ready. Sending rendezvous coordinates to your guidance computer now. Bringing you home. Out." The shuttle went completely dark and almost immediately the sliding door on the shuttle's right side slid open and light streamed in. They heard applause and cheers from a gathered crowd of almost twenty Sylvans. Peter recognized 'Stuart' at the head of the crowd. He was not quite a decade older and the lead designer on Dinosaur Hunt. He'd come to Peter a couple of years earlier since dinosaurs had become a Sylvan pop culture phenomenon as a critical mass of children like Ralph and Catanie's discovered them. The rage had filtered up to older Sylvans and as the VR tanks advanced in quality the idea had bubbled to the front. Behind him was the rest of his design and programming team. The team pulled off their VR helmets and looked at each other and the cheering crowd. They undid their safety belts and slowly stood. "It was all his fault," Brittany shouted and put her arms around his neck over the back of his chair, "he got us through. Hip, hip, HOORAY!" The others joined but with her back to Stuart's group Iris glared at Brittany and stuck her tongue out before she wiggled the tip of it at Peter. He nudged the blue-eyed alien to not move. "Iris, out," she gave him one last tongue wiggle before she turned and threw her arms up in triumph as she followed Oliver and Julia out. "Sorry we had to leave Bernard behind," Peter said to the laughs. "He didn't like the game," one of the designers said, "told ush all to go fuck ourshelves. He left yeshterday."- Iris eyed Peter with a 'told you' look and winked as the team accepted hugs and handshakes. A few of the welcoming crew helped them strip off their VR suits and offered them back the 'uniforms' they'd worn down the previous day. Their 'view' the last two days had been these field greens so they accepted them. There was a table of sandwich makings that included a plate of barbecued 'dinosaur' from the labs. Peter slapped some on bread as Stuart brought him a cold can of beer and nudged him slightly away from the crowd. "You cosht me much money, Paetor," Stuart said, "in fact, all of ush." "And how'd I do that?" He said between bites. The 'dinosaur' wasn't chicken but it wasn't bad. Well, not that bad. Actually, not good. But at the moment it was awesome. "Shee that female?" Stuart pointed to a Sylvan with light brown eyes and hair the same color cut very short, Peter had an idea it was called a 'pixie' cut on Earth. But he wasn't sure. He looked back at Stuart and nodded. "Shee wash the only one who put a bet on five of you surviving. Mosht money, like mine, wash on none of you. Her account ish much thicker now. None of us survived the trial runs, not even closhe on this'max hard' setting, and we wrote it!" Peter chewed slowly and swallowed then took a long swig of his beer. It was a ship brew. Tasty. "Well, Stuart dude, you made the smart bet if you'd sent six Sylvans in. But you fucked up. You let me in there. I've read every sci fi AND science book and seen every movie about dinosaurs there is. And almost as many war movies. And the only useful skills other than pickpocket any relative taught me was how to hunt and shoot every kind of gun. One other thing, did you run away from most dinosaurs?" Stuart blinked and gave him a confused look. "You watched it all, I know, so you saw I steered around the herds," Stuart wagged his head at him, "except when we had to fight. Kept our ammunition. You guys mostly ran out of bullets and got eaten, right?" Stuart's face worked through a few emotions before he shrugged and nodded. "You will help ush? Tell ush how to improve?" "Not tonight," Stuart nodded in agreement at that, "and I'm flat out next couple of days. How about you guys bring in some pizzas and beer lunchtime Wednesday? I'll come down, spend the afternoon?" "Good. We will run the short time travel vershion next couple of daysh. No humansh. Everyone who goesh in will likely die." "They'll die horribly. What about the other satellites? You combined two VR rooms for this, kept one small room here." "We are converting on one, on the other we will keep the three. Mosht children are on that satellite, we have already shtarted running the shpecial vershion for them. They join with a young T-Rex and a little triceratops to get home." "Oh man, send me through THAT one!" A few minutes later Peter announced he was leaving. Julia and Oliver had already done so, he'd been surprised how emotional she'd been about all of the baby dinosaurs that'd been killed by the asteroid. Virtual reality dinosaurs. But he'd had to admit, he'd felt a twinge too. The tank was just... so... damned... real! The pains in his feet and legs were proof they'd actually walked forty some miles of rough ground. And although this time it was pretend there really had been families of majestic beasts. And they'd all been wiped out. He walked out of the room, still covered in sweat and whatever other liquids their suits had conjured. He was undecided if he'd tell Stuart's team they forgot something though. Leeches. For the swamps. THAT would be amazing. So long as he didn't go back in. Each of his arms were wrapped by other arms. "Iris just wants to tell you good night, Peter, then she will wander out of an airlock." On his right side. "Brittany wishes to send her regrets that your impression of our pussies is of her floppy and untalented cunt. She will not make you suffer it again." Brittany answered that with a challenge growl that was more strident than the one she'd given to Anna Squared six months earlier. Iris's response was as deep and longer. He tried to continue walking but they both pushed against him and turned slightly to stop their joint progress as a variety of challenges he'd never heard live ensued. Brittany pushed her hand down his torso and forced it under his waistband to grip his cock. Iris reached for her arm. His mind immediately went to Queen Anna's reminder a couple of days ago about THAT video. The young, University student Anna, not yet the Queen, stood with smears of blood across the front of her yellow shirt. It hadn't been her blood. The pale skin around her grey eye was bruised but she appeared otherwise untouched. At her feet another female struggled to push herself off of the ground. The first audio had been Anna's voice, rough, deep. A loose circle of onlookers stood. "Stay down, you stupid cow." The prone female's head lifted. Both eyes were bruised and battered, one all but shut. Blood flowed from her nose and mouth. She spit blood and pushed her torso off the ground and worked her legs under her. "Okay, your funeral," Anna bent and put her hands under the female's shoulders and helped her up. The female wavered as Anna pulled her hands away. She took a weak swing with her left that Anna easily dodged. A southpaw, explained the bruise. Anna put her left hand on the woman's right shoulder to brace her and used a fast underhand to drive her fist into the woman just below her rib cage. Her victim blew out a stream of bloody breath that splashed against Anna's shirt, clots and liquid ran down the fabric. Anna released her grip and the woman dropped. Raspy breath was proof she lived but she made no further move to stand. Anna stood straight and walked to her right. Ian stood there, his trousers open to allow his fully erect cock to be in full view. She walked over and kissed him hard while she wrapped her hand around his cock. She turned, his shirt and trousers were smeared with the blood Anna wore. "This is MY cock," she'd announced, "it's the best cock in the world. But. I'm generous. Ask me nicely and I WILL share it. If you're rude about it, you'll get what she got." She'd glared, dared anyone to object. Her port wine stain had throbbed, waves of deep red crossed it. No one had said a word. "This amazing cock is going to fuck me senseless now. All you lame asses can go fuck yourselves." She'd pulled Ian by the cock to the right of the video when it had ended. Peter felt Iris jerk Brittany's hand out of his pants, he grunted as a fingernail scraped his flesh. Iris blocked an attempted right from Brittany before he pushed between both females and put a hand at each throat. He'd never seen Sylvan eyes go so wide. They really didn't have any white, it was all color. "This is the way it's going to be," he growled, his voice what it had been early in the game in the ship, "I'm covered in sweat. I'm covered in... whatever shit they put in those suits. I had an hour of sleep. And I am horny as hell." They both stared at him but had frozen with their mouths slightly open. Ian had stood aside in that video. Peter had been prepared to stand aside that first meeting of Anna Squared and Brittany, he'd known Anna would've pummeled her senseless as had the original Anna her victim. He and Anna Squared had wrestled and sparred, she'd had martial arts training but had wanted a grounding in real'street fighting,' she knew if it came to a real fight while 'down below' there'd be no rules. Her fighting ability was beyond any other Sylvan's Peter had met. He wouldn't stand aside tonight. He loved them, the Sylvans, as a paeple. They were kind, smart. Their situation was terrible and they wanted to do their best. Not just for themselves but also for humans. But they had their quirks. And he wasn't one. He was strangely dispassionate about them fighting. But he really didn't want the winner to have a _claim_ on him. He liked Brittany, Iris was interested and interesting enough, but there had never been a deeper commitment and he didn't want one after tonight. "We're going to my place. ALL THREE OF US. I am going to fuck Brittany." She huffed in her throat. "You, Iris, those lovely grey eyes are going to watch. Just watch." A growl built in her throat but it stopped. "And if I will not?" "I'll rip your clothes off and tie you to a chair and make you watch." Her mouth dropped open as Brittany huffed again but after a moment her tongue ran along those lips that weren't lips. "I would like to see you try," but the sudden rasp in her voice wasn't an objection. He kissed Brittany hard and their open mouths pushed and tongues fought. He'd been right. They'd both become acclimated to the burn. But it hadn't disappeared. He heard a sound build in Iris's throat before he broke the kiss. "After I fuck Brittany, we'll see. If I feel generous...," he said and pushed his mouth onto the pale female. It took her not quite a heartbeat to adjust and her tongue shot into his mouth and she rubbed her body against him. And then her head pulled back, her eyes blinked hard and she shook her head. "Oh...," she looked at Brittany, who smirked, "is that..." "Yes, amateur," Brittany said, "you want his hot liquid across your face? You will get what you deserve." "You heard that?" Iris squinted as she spoke but Brittany simply smiled. He felt two hands caress through cloth the cock that was fully awake. Hopefully the truce would hold. "Let's go, you two, I need a stiff scotch and then we'll see how well I remember my knots. And there's something else stiff that needs attention." Wild grey eyes looked up at him after he'd pulled his very stiff prick out of the mouth just below them. Her facial muscles worked, he knew pre-cum was beyond the saliva she'd tasted from their kisses but nothing like the semen. Her body rippled with exertion as he made a slow show of testing the knots. "You're a naughty girl, Iris, I'm sorry I had to tie you to the chair, but, I warned you," he pitched his voice as deep and slow as he could. Her red tongue that was such a contrast pushed from her mouth and she leaned her head toward his bobbing cock but he kept it out of reach. Behind him, Brittany laughed and moaned as she worked her cunt and clit with two vibrators. She was on the bed, her legs splayed. Then she reached for the padlet next to her and tapped. Iris's eyes fluttered then went wide and she exhaled hard. Peter had never been into bondage. He'd had one short-lived relationship with a woman who had been. She'd taught him basics about knots to add to his camping skills, the choice to leave one quick release that the sub could reach in an emergency but to not tell the sub that and always have it in a different place. But Iris didn't know that, not now at least, her attention directed at his mouth and cock and on the tiny vibrator that Brittany had clipped to the pale, pale female's engorged clit and controlled through her padlet. It wasn't rope she'd been tied with, it was a roll of the cord optionally used in waistbands that he'd accidentally ordered over a year ago and had just tossed into the closet upon its arrival. 'Online shopping.' It was too easy. He'd recalled ordering a few items for his car from the printed JC Whitney catalog, hundreds of densely printed pages of thin paper. You filled in the form and mailed it with a check. A few weeks later, your stuff arrived. Here? Push a button. Next day the cord had been delivered when he'd tapped the wrong button and hadn't double-checked. At least he'd finally found a use for it. He hadn't been able to get himself to dump it in the recycler. It had been a reminder. Iris and Julia and Brittany had been classmates from the Sylvan equivalent of kindergarten until even now. Friends and often rivals, not always friendly, for grades and sports. And for boys. The latter had slowed recently. Julia had found Oliver and Brittany had no interest in him, 'boring' was her immediate and ongoing opinion. The game had indeed shown him reserved and generally competent and so seemed a fit with Julia, his impulsive attempt to shoot a stegosaur an ill-conceived attempt at being 'not boring.' That male and the three young females had come to the command ship for their _practicals_ but the nuclear engineer Iris had been paired with had taken her on an extended tour of the reactors across all three satellites. She'd only recently returned and had immediately been intrigued by Brittany's 'arrangement' but until this weekend his 'girlfriend' had kept them from meeting. For good reason, it seemed, ran through his mind. He stood. The pattern on Iris's skin rippled, the ceiling light was low but like all lights it put out a tiny bit of UV. With his lenses he saw the highlights that now and again rippled across her body. He turned. Brittany had them as well, if slightly subtler. Her skin was closer to the usual Sylvan pale rather than Iris's very pale. He stepped away from the chair. "You want this?" He flexed his pelvic muscles and his cock jumped up and down. Iris pushed her head forward until the ropes around her arms stopped her and she stuck her tongue out. Brittany laughed. "Quiet, you," he turned and said to Brittany, who tapped the padlet twice and Iris let out two huffed breaths, then he walked to the side table and opened the drawer. He pulled out a spray bottle and set it on top, Iris's expression changed to a quizzical one, he pulled out a squeeze bottle and a wrapped rubber. He and Brittany had worked through supplies but the leather case wasn't yet empty and he'd not yet dipped into the box Vicki had arranged to be sent, he'd merely opened it to quickly verify the contents. "She claimed you had tricks," Iris looked at the bottles and watched as Peter tossed the condom's wrapper onto the floor as he held the squeeze bottle with a couple of fingers. He walked to the bed and pulled Brittany's mouth toward him, she looked at Iris as Peter stood in front of her. She shaped her mouth so he could fit the condom in he straightened and pushed his cock into her mouth as she unrolled the condom the length of his flesh before she used her tongue and mouth to suck hard on it as she pulled back. Peter bent and kissed her quickly then he reached under arms and twisted her. She yelped as he pushed her on her hands and knees before he grabbed her hips and pulled her upraised butt to the edge of the bed. He popped the lid on the squeeze bottle and quickly lubricated the condom. Brittany looked back at him as he flipped the bottle closed and tossed it on the bad. He watched her close her eyes and her mouth opened as he pushed his stiff flesh past her back door until he'd fully entered her. She lifted her head and found the right button on her padlet and increased the pace of the second one clipped onto her own clit. She moaned. Peter worked at a deliberate pace. He looked at Iris as she strained at her restraints. She'd pushed her ass forward to the edge of the chair and her legs were spread at almost 180 degrees while the ropes lashed her lower legs tight to the chair legs. He well knew the control Sylvan females had over the muscles in their cunts. Carole had surprised him but Anna had surpassed her once she'd understood what her nature provided her, within limits apparently imposed by her changed form. Neither touched what Vicki and Brittany could do. But he'd never clearly seen this angle. He was sure that Iris's very human-like pussy lips rippled from top to bottom as she panted and glared at Brittany. As had been clear from their trek, she, both of these aliens, were fit. Her torso was quite human-like if you ignored the odd hip and shoulders and Peter's familiarity just accepted it. Her abs didn't offer quite the same form a human almost six-pack would but her tits were excellent and all but human in form. Queen Anna's chest, both Anna's chests for that matter were double D or more. Theirs were larger than the norm but both Brittany and Iris were like most of their paeple in something like a C cup, as had been Vicki. Iris's dark and very erect nipples were, like her tongue, a deep contrast to her pale, pale skin. "His cock is... very nice," Brittany purred as she stared at her friend, huffed when he shoved his cock forward hard. She tapped the padlet and the bound female jumped and her cunt rippled even faster. He felt the deep warmth that was a hallmark of a Sylvan female's anal opening, a couple of degrees higher than their pussies. It lacked the fine muscle control of that embrace but that was a fair trade-off for now. He held her hips and sped up, slammed forward as their sweaty flesh met. Sharing sweat had some impact but he barely noticed it and he knew his lover didn't either. They both panted as he pumped and she tapped the padlet to drive the vibrators on each clit. "Untie me," Iris croaked, "I'll show you what a real ass feels like. Not... whatever she has." "Looking at your rear... will not excite his cock." Brittany moaned and closed her eyes and her body jumped as she had her first climax. Peter did a few slow strokes before he sped again. She took a few deep breaths before she worked herself into a second lather, as she half-screamed he pushed her forward and his cock popped free. He stepped sideways toward Iris as he slid the condom off of his cock. "Open your mouth, bitch, I promised you this," Brittany's voice was shaky but she caught up to Peter and her right hand wrapped his cock, "you want it hot." Iris stretched as far as the ropes let her and opened her mouth wide, looked up at the standing pair as Brittany stroked Peter's cock. He held it an inch from her flesh. "Oh... ah... yeah," Peter huffed as his first spasm sprayed a thick white stream the length of that very red tongue, a second stream hit it and the skin around her mouth before her eyes again popped as fully open she could get and she fought to hold her position. But she made clear she wanted more. Brittany pumped the cock to extract two rapidly diminished shots, the first mostly landed on Iris's tongue, the second ran from that tongue and down the chin. She closed her mouth and her back flexed tightly and she hit the back of the chair as her eyes went wide. Peter reached for the spray bottle but Brittany had it and held it away. He elbowed her aside and quickly pulled the drawer open and grabbed another one as those blue eyes glared at him. "Open your mouth, Iris, trust me," he put his hand under her chin as her body shook but her eyes opened as slits, "c'mon." She opened it slightly, he sprayed. She closed it, but shook her head and opened her mouth wide. He soaked her tongue and mouth. "Swallow," he said, "open again." "Weakling," Brittany drawled as he gave Iris another long spray, "I didn't need any of THAT." "Bullshit," Peter laughed, "trust me." Iris slumped in the chair, her breath quick and shallow as her head swung from Peter to a smirking Brittany and back. "Flying fuck," she muttered, "that was the most intense thing I have ever felt. The kisses were... but that. Shit." "My lover is too kind to you," Brittany turned to Peter and pushed her mouth against his, he returned the kiss. Iris issued a strident challenge and fought her restraints again. "Take her vibrator off, Brittany," she smiled broadly and quickly removed it while Iris struggled. "Now sit on the bed, blue eyes, take yours off and spread your legs," her gaze had questions but his voice was firm, she reached to her clit as she climbed on the bed, he pointed and she laid out lengthwise. "I'm going to release you, grey eyes," he said, "and you're getting on the bed with your face in Brittany's crotch. Back when we almost didn't make it out of the game, you mentioned ass fucking. Brittany can take it deep, your turn." "What about my cunt? It is hungry. Very hungry. You saw it." "It's turn will come. If your ass pleases me... Sit still, or I will tie you again and go fuck Brittany." She growled but sat still. He reached to her left wrist and flicked the knot, her eyes went wide as she measured it. Her teeth could've reached it, just. The other knots were less cooperative but he made short work of them as the alien's breaths were slow and deep but she remained still.. "Stand," she did, shook her body, then she pushed forward and he kissed her for a count of five before he grabbed her arms and held her until she stood still. He pulled a new condom from the drawer and led her to the foot of the bed. "Make Brittany cum while we fuck," Brittany leered as Peter urged Iris onto her hands and knees, Brittany tossed him the bottle of lube. He rolled the condom on. He saw Brittany's pussy lips ripple as Iris's had earlier. "You want me to eat that? It is not pleasing, not like mine," Iris looked back at him then at her the other female's crotch. "That turkosaur would have avoided your cunt," Brittany shot back. "Less talking, more eating," Peter put one hand on the back of Iris's neck and used the other to aim his cock so it nestled against the female's pink rosebud. She snorted but Brittany jumped slightly as a mouth met her clit. Peter pushed his entire prick into past her rosebud in a single deliberate push. She let out a muffled moan but shook her hips. As Peter pulled back she pulled forward slightly and pushed to meet his next stroke halfway. Brittany grabbed a handful of white hair and twined it around her fingers and used it to guide her rival's delivery with a bit more force than was likely necessary. Iris made a deep sound in her throat but |
her the sounds of her licks and sucks were clear. Peter withdrew all but the head and held a pale hip while he used his other hand to refresh the lube. Then he shoved hard. "I need more, slut," Brittany said, "use your fingers." Another deep growl but Iris shifted to allow her to rest her weight on one elbow and used that arm to add fingers to her tongue and mouth. Peter smiled at Brittany when he felt fingers push through the sheaths of flesh to press against his shaft and head as he fucked her. "Now, isn't this more fun than arguing?" His answer was Brittany's laughter and more deep growls since Iris's mouth was too full to speak. A Taste of Sulphur [June 24, 1985] Peter's brain slowly reacted to the tingling in his mouth and his eyes fluttered. He saw eyelids and a fall of sweaty and tangled blonde hair and felt a mouth and tongue against his. Blue eyes opened and he felt the mouth move to a smile but it didn't break the kiss. "Hey!" Brittany suddenly tumbled sideways and the view was replaced with grey eyes and a moving curtain of white, greasy hair before the tingle in his mouth was reestablished. He shifted his weight and used his forearm to block Brittany's counterattack before he used his other arm to push Iris back as she tried to climb onto him. Two hands scrabbled at each other around his semi-erect cock. "Off!" They both stopped and stared, mouths open and still. He pushed himself down the bed and hopped off at the foot and felt the stares but he didn't look back. He slid the bathroom door closed behind him. His erection wasn't sexual but the relief while he pissed almost was. He emerged and watched as the two naked alien females jostled on his bed. He'd long since quit thinking of their noses being 'cat-like' but suddenly he felt there was indeed something feline in their movements on the bed. But that was quickly overwhelmed by the feelings in his side, back, legs, all tingled from their cum that had soaked into his sheets, his crotch had a steady, low grade burning sensation. His lips and tongue were numb from Vicki's magic spray, the dental dams worked well but not perfectly. Unfortunately it hadn't numbed his sense of smell to the concentrated body odor of the three individuals who'd been in the bed without showers for two solid days. He'd never requested a new mattress but he thought he might need to after the previous evening. He noticed reddish spots on both females, especially on the paler skin of Iris, mainly around chins and necks and breasts and recalled letting loose more than one climax across both bodies. "It is time for her to leave," Brittany said firmly. "It cannot be, because she has not left yet," the rejoinder. Peter stood for a couple of heartbeats and slid his closet door open and pulled out two of his cobalt blue pullovers. Since they were all that color it was easy. He tossed one to Brittany then the other to Iris. They caught them with their eyes wide. "It's time for both of you to leave. I, all of us, have had what, two hours of sleep since Friday night. I'm going to take a long, hot shower. Alone. Then, I think, we all have lots of work today. I know at least a blue-eyed computer science student has lots of work to do." Both started replies but stopped at his glare. Long familiarity told him their expressions weren't anger but pouts. "If you want to wear the uniforms, you're welcome," he wasn't surprised at their denials, "if not, then leave 'em here. I'll deal with 'em later." He too felt no anger and his evening had been incredible. They'd been three, like with Anna Squared and Vicki, but mother and daughter hadn't been sexual with each other. That had made this something different, not unlike that last night on Earth with Carole and a less than enthusiastic Jayne. Well, Jayne had been nicely enthused with him but less taken by Carole's girl-on-girl action and had barely reciprocated. Despite the stream of back and forth insults Brittany and Iris hadn't been so reticent. But his slightly down mood wasn't just from the mattress. And not the plentiful used condoms, wipes, dental dams and empty plastic bottles that littered the floor. He just wanted them gone. It didn't matter that they weren't humans. He just wanted to be alone to take his shower and drink coffee. Each room had a little robotic vacuum that lived in a charging cradle in a corner and would do a circuit when the residents were out. But they didn't deal with what was on his floor this morning. Beyond that it was up to you, he nodded at a fuzzy memory that there existed a steam cleaner. But those thoughts faded as last week's unfinished business suddenly nagged at him. Iris led the way and slid sideways off of the bed and shook herself before she ran into the bathroom. Brittany slid off of the bed and shrugged the shirt on and went past Iris as she emerged to tend to her own toilet needs. Iris pulled the shirt on. The tops didn't really cover their pussies and asses. Whatever. They wouldn't care and it was half past ship time 7 A.M. Monday morning. The state of their hair would likely bother them more. Iris read his mood and stood nervously, as soon as Brittany had emerged he stepped forward and slid an arm around each set of shoulders and nudged them. They walked, turned sideways to get into the living room/kitchen area and stepped around the green pile of their uniforms and boots in the middle of the room. He turned and kissed Iris, counted four before he turned and kissed Brittany and again counted four. Then he pulled away and opened the door. "We'll have lunch, eh?" He didn't quite read the expressions that didn't fit the soft smiles and nods before he nudged them out the door and pushed it close. "Lock door, Queen's personal override only," few other people had the ability to lock their doors almost absolutely. Without a battering ram there was only one person who could open the door. He stared at the padlet in the charging cradle in which it had reposed all weekend and saw the notifications LED blink. He'd known they were there, his wristlet had told him. But he just shook his head and walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. He'd overridden the strict limits on shower time, they were on a satellite where everything needed to be cleaned and recycled endlessly and he usually hewed to the limit. Not today. He let the steam rise and lathered up his face for the first time since Friday. He still preferred a razor to the electric shavers. Shaved and with his still wet hair combed for the first time in days he finally retrieved his padlet and carried it to the counter where he told the service machine to boil water. Before he'd been taken he'd never even heard of a French press but getting the coffee beans the Queen rejected for her own use meant they made a brew a million times better than the machine did directly. He tapped at the padlet as he poured hot water over the ground coffee and capped it to let it steep. He used more hot water to mix up a bowl of instant 'oatmeal,' some rough equivalent of alien origin but since engineered to make it edible for humans as well. Despite its usual blandness this morning it was surprisingly tasty. His agents had retrieved the personnel data. Okay. Only a hundred alien faces to work through. He sighed. He easily pictured one of them in his mind, he couldn't work it out but something about the face stuck in his mind. He'd been nothing special, decently handsome as Sylvan males go, light brown hair, cut short, eyes a dull blue, not Brittany's vibrant blue. The latter was rarer but neither that unusual. So why? There was something else though. Had the agent been detected? That would be a first. But he had to wait until he was in the lab for a full evaluation. He had layered his own security on his padlet but no use pushing it. His agents also had more files about the mysterious nanomachines. He pushed the plunger halfway as he offered the screen a confused look. He needed to get into the lab. The plunger hit bottom and he poured a mug. First, a jolt. He closed his eyes as he sipped then singed his tongue as he forced more down. He felt the heat add to the oatmeal in his gut. He took another gulp and drained the French press to refill the mug. He checked more notifications, nothing special, a couple of messages from the Queen asking how it felt getting trampled by a Triceratops and then being eaten by a T-Rex as he'd tried to drag his broken body to shelter. Yeah, thanks for the vote of confidence. He'd enjoy throwing that one back. But how'd she know? Oh, Stuart. Keeping her people entertained was a keen interest and she'd ensured he'd been given a team to do Dinosaur Hunt, with the absolute proviso they do that version for children. Nothing more interesting than that until he got to the shuttle arrival. Just past Sunday morning ship time. He'd not stopped the agent he'd sent to check out the shuttle logs so it'd kept monitoring. This was unscheduled and unusual. It was a small one, but it had come from the third satellite, not the surface. "This can't be right," he said to the room. The arrival hadn't been logged. The agent had caught it real time but the logs weren't there. No. They'd been redirected to the bit bucket. "Ok, do we have video?" The agent had saved it real time. Peter's hand froze with the coffee mug at his lips. Two guards, a male and female as always and indistinguishable by him without checking the nanotransmitters embedded in the back of each one's neck. The other two. Male Sylvans. Those two, the pair who'd been at dinner with the human woman Cherry Powell. They were somewhere on the command ship. Their pilot had been Bernard. Had his skewering been intentional? It would've given him time to get a shuttle, get to the other ship and back. Just. Hmm, his flight from here had been a training flight, already scheduled, but he'd been a last-minute replacement to another trainee pilot. The flight was scheduled to wait a couple of days to return while the trainer assisted in giving exams. The shuttle was also still there, officially speaking. Why? And Cherry. And her friends. With their connection to these strange nanos and being routed through Sheryl as their human contact, he'd tasked an agent to poke around Earth's networks for more info. He'd again wished his home planet's networks were more connected, that he could simply say'search the Internet' and have it happen. But a couple of weeks before he'd told the Queen he'd asked Anna Squared in Tennessee to check out some interesting pointers to news articles in the library newspaper archives not accessible via computer from the university from which she'd just 'graduated.' Sheryl had indicated this Cherry had a couple of brushes with the law, not unusual for a succubus recruit. It wasn't a role for upstanding virgins, Carole hadn't been squeaky clean before she'd been recruited. But a computer on Earth he controlled had broken into the police computers via modem in his and Cherry's native City and the history it had finally extracted was well beyond what Sheryl had exposed. Why? Then he got to Munich-born Brigid Mueller. Or was she Maria Bader born in Graz, Austria? Or maybe half-English, half-German Constance Beyrfeldt from leafy St. John's Wood? Red Army Faction? Baader-Meinhof? Anna's message showed among others a picture she'd taken with her padlet from the Die Welt microfiche of an armed robbery in Munich not quite a decade ago. One suspect had never been found. Was this the same woman? If not, they were sisters at the least, almost twins. Patrick Collins' background was still murky. Actually, it was nonexistent. That wasn't good. All of this well beyond the information Sheryl had provided on backgrounds. But that woman had also indicated she'd been the one to connect Patrick and Cherry and thence to Brigid. Maria. Constance. He finished his coffee and told the padlet to match the shuttle's passengers to the personnel records and ran in to get dressed. A nagging feeling told him to grab one of the custom pullovers that offered a pouch to carry his padlet. He didn't know why but he wanted it close and he wanted his hands free. The padlet had matches when he'd returned. Of course it had. Duskrider. 'Victor' Duskrider. Duskrider? Shit. Brittany's older brother. The other was 'Charles' Seaskimmer. Iris's older brother. This was too connected to be random. And the new layers of computer security and obfuscation was familiar. Too familiar. Brittany was putting her studies to good, or ill, use. Had the weekend just been to keep him out of the way? He slipped the padlet into its pouch. He felt like a marsupial with the phone book sized computer on his stomach, but since it wasn't quite a centimeter thick he hardly noticed it. "Oh no. No... no," Peter said as he worked in a corner of the lab. "Paetor, are you okay?" One of the two male Sylvans in the room asked as both looked at him. They were regular coworkers. "What? Oh, hey, Harry, ah, no. You know, you think your code is perfect, but. It ain't." "Ah, yesh. I know," short coughs from both and Peter offered a forced laugh. They didn't pick up on his mood. Fortunately his companions were engrossed in their own work, heads together and soft but animated voices. Peter's padlet chirped as it began the download, it was less than a minute before it chirped again once it had the full data on the altered nanomachine design. His hands paused over the keyboard, he looked around, found what he wanted and grabbed a spare padlet. It would take a few minutes to wipe it and download and configure his custom security on it, but without it every padlet could be accessed and controlled and even wiped from the central computers. He set it to work. He rumbled in his throat and mumbled 'Brittany.' The satellites didn't have hotels but each had rooms that were used for visitors. Most of these were in the area around his place since there were few full-time resident humans. There was a database to allow reservations and to prevent double-booking. It had minimal security beyond ensuring it was the user reserving or canceling the room. It also allowed most anyone to search and find someone. Except today. Searches for Duskrider or Seaskimmer were rejected. They could've been next door to him and he just hadn't noticed because he'd been locked in a room for two whole days. And the whole of the previous night. Had it all been an act? Save it. Save that for later. 'You made a mistake, Brittany,' he thought, this showed their hand. This was a slow time, there were few transits right now and plenty of free places to simply crash. They'd had the right idea with the shuttle, pretend it didn't happen. If his agent hadn't captured the data in flight it would've been lost. Brittany. Her brother. This Seaskimmer. The records called them historians and sociologists. The kind of paeple who would've studied human revolutions. Ringleaders. Iris had to be in on it too. That pale creature was a nuclear engineer. Well, a trainee one. Everything ran through the computers. Control them, control communications. Life support. And the reactors. Everything absolutely depended on them. Including the stealth field. They had their own pair of Guards. That was the linchpin. You didn't bring them if you were coming for dinner or sightseeing. The new padlet chirped. He keyed in his security key before he started the download of everything he'd found. He heard the wristlets of both of his coworkers offer the trills of incoming top priority messages that silenced their quiet conversation. "Paetor," Harry said, "we have been summoned to an immediate department meeting. Did you not get called?" He looked at them and held up his wristlet, shook his head. "Not that I'm complaining. Maybe I'm being fired. If you see a couple of Guards coming this way, send me a quick message, okay?" His fake smile convinced them it was a joke and they offered tight smiles as they gave him quick waves and left. That was very odd but it made the next step easier. "Wristlet, call the Queen." A moment later his earbud said "she's not accepting calls or messages, highest priority." Not good. He grabbed his padlet and with a couple of taps pulled up his messaging app. "WE NEED TO TALK. Not shitting you. Open a channel, if you're in trouble get 'just thinking of Ian' to me. If not, get alone. Now." He sent it on an override channel that she couldn't block. No one could. No one else knew it existed. It would be invisible and delivered directly to her earbud. If that earbud still existed. He tapped his foot. Where was she? His hosts' culture was deeply trust-based and egalitarian. It was also weird in that anyone could willingly share anything but no one could track you if you didn't allow it, and few did. He could force his way in and find her personal devices but that would require battling the supercomputers. They didn't bother as a rule with security of data but they directly obscured where anyone was at any time. Voice calls, texts, messages, went into that cloud of intelligence and got delivered. That also meant that the bulk of Sylvan living and working areas didn't have cameras, unlike the hallways in his human and guest area. Labs, the farms, the VR tanks, all had cameras. He quickly ordered an agent to check those for her. Maybe she'd decided on an inspection tour. Human and guest area. Shit. He typed furiously to send an agent to scan all of the footage since Saturday midnight to look for this Duskrider and Seaskimmer. And hopefully their guards. As a test he added in his, Brittany's and Iris's images. His earbud chirped a specific tone. "Yeah?" "I'm bishy. Not like I shit around paining for you to cal—-" "Where are you?" He winced, slowed his voice. "No, are you safe?" It took her a moment and when she spoke she'd switched languages. "Safe? What does that mean?" "Anna. I... might be wrong. I might be. But, I might be right. Something big is going down. Now, or real soon." "Something big? Like the T-Rex you brutally murdered?" Despite her strong accent her actual understanding of human nuance was better than almost any other Sylvan he'd met. Even Brittany and her friends, despite their much smoother pronunciation, didn't have quite the same grasp of the language and human culture as she did. But now wasn't the time for their banter. "No, has anyone threatened you?" The silence was long enough it almost worried him. "Threatened me? Who would do that? Now, I—-" "My girlfriend. And her brother, and someone named Seaskimmer," he'd almost never interrupted her in a conversation, much less twice in a minute. Again, a long silence. "The Duskriders and the Seaskimmers were vital in those early days," Anna said slowly, "helped organise things and save the expedition. But after, none wanted to be part of leadership. Wanted children, and to be teachers and academics." "Where are you?" He again had to rein his worry, her summary hadn't soothed his thoughts. His terminal beeped. He smiled faintly. "Never mind. You ARE at the VR tanks." "How do you know that?" "I broke into the security camera feed." "You don't have access." "We discussed this. Who's with you? I know Ralph's away with Catanie and the kids. Do you have guards? Who knows you're there?" "Angie and Kim, we'll join with some other trio. We are going on Dinosaur Hunt, the short version, you made it sound so much fun. Secret, my calendar says I'm doing evaluations in my office, disturb me and die horribly. Just Stuart and a minimal team are here. Fuck work for a few hours." As he listened his terminal showed his trio's transit the previous evening from the VR rooms to his place, Iris and Brittany's exit then his earlier this morning. But then his goal. His target pair and their escorts had been around. But once they'd crossed into Sylvan territory, nothing. Not ten minutes before he'd turfed the two females from his room. "Now, I need to get going, get dress--" "No, listen," three times, he heard the likely subconscious growl and wondered if she was still as good with her fists as she had been, "it's a revolution. A coup. Brittany's brother and Charles Seaskimmer. But my bitch girlfriend's in on it." "I don't have ti--" Four times. The padlet next to him chirped happily, pleased at having digested its meal of data. "YES, you do, please, Anna. The nanomachines--" His lab went black, the dimmed overhead lights blinked out as one and took every terminal with them including the one in front of him. His regular padlet threw up a stream of warning windows. "What?" Anna's tone had changed. "You lost lights?" "Yes..." "Hold on, I'm checking," as with the security, he'd injected tendrils into the central control and operations systems. A human ship of this size and complexity would've required a crew of five hundred or more, hell, Roger back at the Uni managed a staff of thirty full time people for what weren't even toys in comparison. Here, a suite of supercomputers did the vast bulk of it, massively redundant communications and processing links everywhere and the main team wasn't much larger than Roger's. Despite his attempts to downplay it, he indeed was almost the best on board but even he didn't muck with the supercomputer internals. He'd 'talked' to them any number of times, they weren't sentient, or didn't seem to be, but while meatbags always approved the final deployment, the systems mostly even wrote their own updates based on directives from the meatbags. It was just too damned complex. His strength was creating code that interpreted events outside of pre-defined operations. The ops systems seemed not yet able to do that. "I cannot call my office," Anna's voice was firm but slow before her sentence trailed into silence, "that has never..." Alarms began. An alarm. A specific alarm. Reactor instability, proceed to local shelter. "Iris... oh, damn you, you stupid, stupid girl," Peter muttered as he told his padlet to sort systems alerts. "She slept with you, of course she is," Anna's voice was forced lightness, "that is the reactor alarm. She is a reactor engineer. Are you worried for her?" "How do you know, never mind. No, Anna, sorry, I haven't explained," Peter said, "they're taking over your ship. Trying to. Iris has done this intentionally. Well, probably. I doubt any of the senior engineers would do this. But I hope she really, really knows what she's doing. She's overriding safety locks and fail safes to make the ops computers think there are failures so they trigger alarms." He was grateful for Anna's extended silence as he scanned and dismissed systems alerts. "You can't call your office because my fucking girlfriend has blocked the server. And she's messing with the supercomputer operations. Well, not directly, blocking them. That's impressive." "Did you teach her that?" The question was coated in ice. "No. We discussed how they worked, well, as much as any meatbag knows about how they work." "Then why are we still connected?" Mostly thawed. "She can't stop the Ultranet, unless she wants to kill the ship, too many redundant networks. She's just interposed her agents to lie to the operations supercomputers. But she can cut phone calls, all that goes through central servers and she's blocked requests getting to the routing supercomputers. But this link is my own. She's chasing us though. She won't catch us." He heard voices in the background, Angie, one he thought was Stuart, and some he didn't recognize. All worried. "Stuart wants us to go to one of the conference rooms, it is the designated radiation shelter.' Oh, um, no DON'T go," he said suddenly, "they're..." He opened and dismissed windows. "We have to—-" "They'll lock you in. Trap you. That's what they want. Get everyone out of the way." Her line went mute for a moment. "Life support? Air?" He really wanted his terminal. Blue-eyed bitch. "That's..., that's ok for now. They won't kill anyone they don't have to. Even they seem to hate the Golden Criminals. They just want to say 'we're in charge' when they let everyone out, go back to work, the new normal. I'm rerouting your comms, it'll go through my links. Call people. But first, do you have Guards who answer only to you?" "What? Why?" "Right now, the gang, my strong hunch is they're going to your office. When they find you're not there, they'll eventually figure out where you are. I've got my own agents blocking camera feeds. But they might work out you're where I won't let them look, once they work out you're not in the Sylvan areas. They brought a pair of Guards with them. They might have more. You need protection." "Protection? From what?" "They might not want to kill, but well, you're a problem. They probably want to make you an offer, keep you as a figurehead. But. Well... it is kind of rude." She laughed grimly. "I don't play well with rude people." "Do you have Guards that answer only to you? No one else? Absolutely no one." "What.. oh. You don't know who else is involved?" "Someone's done their nanomachines. I asked Vicki a while ago for the experts, she gave me names. I doubt it's them but I've not yet been able to cross- reference the students doing _practicals_ with them to this bunch. But I'm guessing they'll all be connected." "At this point, why do we care about the nanos?" He wondered if the edge in her voice was the continual alarms or the voices in the background or about him. "Because they're designed to kill. People breathe them in, designed to be absorbed. A radio signal, they attack blood vessels. People will bleed to death. Internally. And they've been sent to Earth. Not enough to cover the world, not close. Yet." He used the silence to scan systems. He'd dropped the video window but had the impression she'd been pacing and had frozen in place. "And not just humans. They'll affect Sylvans too. After all, they're based on your medical prototypes." "Are they loose here?" The renewed ice in her low voice brought to mind THAT video. That video multiplied by a hundred. He'd never heard this tone live before this conversation. "I haven't heard any, but they wouldn't need to be that dense. Breathe a few at a time, not sure yet how many you'd need but hey, depends on where they're at. I've tasked an agent to reprogram the air filters. They already scan for bacteria and the like. These have a specific signal according to the docs I dug up." He heard a voice, again thought it was Stuart. He was out of breath, Peter heard 'locked.' Anna's snort was clear. "Shelter is locked, Kim, others are in there. Stuart says the override codes won't work. Oh, and..." "What?" "Stuart says their padlets aren't responding." "Uh, hold on," he stood and walked to the common table along the wall between his work area and the doors, found a couple of spare padlets and turned them on. "They've used the central codes to shut them down, Anna. Mine has better security, so it's fine," he paused two heartbeats, "and so is yours." "Was I upgraded?" Not ice, a touch of humor even. "Yes." "Hmmf. Too bad my padlet is in my office then. About the locked room?" "I hate it when I'm right... Ok, I can override their locks. I taught Brittany what she knows, not everything I know. But it'll take time." "I have summoned Laurel and Hardy," he snorted when she used his name, "and they are coming. They will ignore anyone but my direct orders." "Good, now--" "I have the senior reactor engineer, wait," his line went silent. Muted. He reprogrammed the camera feed to signal him if anyone, especially Guards, approached the VR area. Anna had teased him when he'd complained they were like clones. He hoped she really could tell them apart, know it was truly Laurel and Hardy who got there first. Two things happened simultaneously. His terminal woke up and a voice returned. "They are trapped," he assumed the reactor engineers, "the senior and his second. I passed on your message. Iris may not want to kill anyone but they may kill her if what you say is true." He glanced at the terminal. "Shi... What? Oh, sorry, where are they?" "What is happening?" "Everything. It's all shit. Where are they? I'll get 'em out." They'd met for breakfast and were working on a set of exams for their students so Iris and the others had been told they needn't come in until after lunch that day. They were in the Sylvan restaurant with a number of other paeple. That explained Iris's original lack of urgency to leave his place. Or did it? This had to have been planned for some time but had TODAY been zero day? Or had something forced their hand? The females hadn't seemed in a hurry to leave his place. And their brothers and their Guards had gone to some effort to get to the command ship on short notice. He rechecked his agent that had found the killer nanomachine files. Yes. He froze and exhaled slowly then shook his head and forced his hands to move. It had killed another agent. So. They wouldn't have known who. Or how. Only that one of Brittany's agents 'never came home.' But they'd have guessed. He hurriedly tasked an agent to force its way past Brittany's block to open that door. There was a single, one-way control that would unlock every door on the ship but it was too restricted to get to for the moment so he'd have to open doors individually. His lover must've prepped individual door lock agents. That wasn't too much of an issue. Most folks could sit tight, they'd be out of the way and perfectly safe if scared and angry in darkness and with comms dead. He hooked his line into Anna's connection to the senior engineer, a male about her age that he had only a fuzzy memory of ever meeting. "Engineer, okay, your door will open now," Peter said. "What? Who is this?" "The man who just unlocked your door, ignore him," Anna said and Peter chuckled, "can you see?" "Lights out, just the emergency substrips. Not a problem, we could find our way to the control room blindfolded." A murmured agreement. "Tell everyone else to sit tight, safest where they are," Anna said, "take only who you need. Get those reactors under control." Peter looked at his terminal as he heard the instruction passed on. Grumbles, heard what he worked out equaled 'comms not working.' The muscles around his eyes went tight as he read the message that had popped up. "Let's go," the engineer's voice, a soft assent, apparently his second. "Can we keep the line open, Peter?" Anna's voice brought him back. "Um, oh, yeah, unless she's nuked the access points on the way. No sign of that but who knows. I'm pretty sure they'll know I've forced the lock so if they're not stupid they'll be expecting you. Be careful." An angry assent from the senior engineer, footsteps and low voices. He stared at the single window on the terminal. "Paetor, can... PAETOR," he winced. "Oh, hey, here," he said slowly. "Wank on your own time," he laughed despite himself, "I cannot call Ralph." Fingers danced on his padlet, threw alerts away. Not enough screen... "Laser interface blocked, shit. Working it." He glanced, realized his attempt to send all of his findings to another ship had failed too. Good move, Brittany. The primary laser wouldn't respond. It could carry all of the phone calls if half of the population on Earth called the other half at the same time. If each person could make ten simultaneous calls each the laser might yawn. Twenty calls each, it would still be bored. The primary laser wasn't broken. Someone had unplugged it. They'd put on a spacesuit, a fucking spacesuit, and went outside and unplugged it. An obvious sabotage point. Obvious. But before today, it was inconceivable. He rerouted his and Anna's links, waited a moment and received confirmation from the emergency laser comms array that provided satellite to satellite communications. They were 15,000 kilometers above Earth, they were stealthed and this altitude was a 'dead space' for human satellites. Despite that, radio was too leaky. Their spying on Earth's communications indicated their existence wasn't exactly known, as yet, but Anna knew that wouldn't hold another decade and she'd need to make an approach in the not too distant future. 'Control the communications.' He remembered that from the Russian revolution. Or was it Castro? Whichever. They'd studied well. "They've unplugged the primary laser, Anna," he said, "I've rerouted you around the block on the emergency. Audio only, everyone else will be blocked for now. They kept that up because they're using it, I'm trying to find out what they're sending." "Fine. Now, unlock the room here. Briefing room two." "On it," he kicked off another agent to free the group in the VR area. "What about the farms?" He threw windows away and tapped quickly. "Anna, farms are lit, ventilators, water, all still running, but that's it. Locked tight," he heard a soft sound of relief. If the supercomputers were the brain and the reactors the heart, the farms were the lungs, taking in carbon dioxide and spewing out oxygen. "Anna, get them out, door open," he said, heard her shout to Stuart, other voices in the background. "Thank you, they're out," they tuned each other out again. 'Peter, love,' he quickly read again on his terminal screen, 'you know what is being done must be done. This weekend you showed why we need you. But also why we must change our direction. Please, simply sit back. You need do nothing. You will have a position of respect and power. And you will have me. And Iris too, if you want to inflict yourself so terribly. Please. I have learned so much from you, so much more than computers. I want more.' The screen went black again as soon as he pressed a key. He tapped mute on his wristlet. Anna's multiple conversations continued in his ear, he heard Ralph's voice, shock and confusion clear. Anna's voice was steady as she talked to her advisor, told him to assign Guards to his family. That male was solid, competent, an excellent administrator. But Peter had never noticed an imagination. He took Anna's ideas and turned them into actions. But his own ideas? "And what if I don't'simply sit back,' blue eyes?" He glanced at the door since he was sure he'd find out. He fired up two dozen agents, tasked half of them to fight the locking agents on any door they randomly found locked and the other half to turn on small sections of lighting. He didn't care how many succeeded, just to keep Brittany busy. His earbud chirped. He unmuted his mike. "Anna, Anna," he waited an instant for her conversations to pause, "I see a pair of Guards approaching you. Coming down service stair two. Are you one hundred fucking percent sure it's Laurel and Hardy?" "It's them," she said firmly, then after a moment, "thank you." "Out," Peter said and muted his side, heard Anna say "wait for me." Then he heard Kim say "I'll meet them." He looked around the room. Eerie highlights glowed in the pair of UV strips that lit the room. Other than both Annas and Vicki, he'd tried to keep his contact lenses secret. There were two levels of emergency lights, the first set widely spaced visible spectrum, like almost every commercial building on Earth. But if those failed, or had been forced to fail, very low power UV strips ran off of purely local batteries which were kept charged via tiny solar panels that ran off of the regular lights. The batteries and the panels were well beyond the efficiency of anything yet on Earth. They'd last two, maybe three days. If it was an issue beyond that there'd likely be no one left alive to care. He had the specs for the panels and batteries loaded onto his padlet, if he ever decided to go rogue. And the specs for the padlet itself. Recursion. But the UV was natural to his hosts. His lenses had revealed a second layer of reality but he'd tried to keep it his party trick without revealing how he'd'seen' certain things. But now they might save his life. The trick would be letting everyone think he was blind. Until he didn't need to be. He looked at the door again before he brought up the keypad on his padlet for a message to Vicki and Anna Squared. 'Vicki, Anna, command ship is under attack, led by Victor Duskrider and Charles Seaskimmer |
. It is not an accident. Victor's sister Brittany and her friend Iris, Seaskimmer's sister, are in on it. Get with Ralph, check their friends. I don't know who else to trust. They are forcing reactor issues to force everyone to shelters. They have at least one set of Guards. I believe they will soon go after Queen Anna once they realize she's not in her office. I'm going to make my way to her, she has Laurel and Hardy on way to protect her. She's hidden for now and I'm trying to keep it that way. Find who made these nanomachines, they're built to kill! I will send you all of my info but it'll be slow, I need to hide it from them. Sheryl Grace in the Valley is somehow the Earth side of this. Anna Squared, watch out for her! The others will be in my info. I need to go now, I'm guessing they'll be coming for me. The Fourth of July can't get here soon enough!' He hit send and dismissed the keyboard, scanned alerts. Set his archive to trickle across to look like voice packets. He stood. But then he heard shouts. Male shouts. He froze. No, it was someone. On the line. The senior engineer, others. Had he recruited more? "You can't," he thought he heard, something. Shit. A sharp intake of breath, more shouts, a body hitting the floor. He knew that sound. The first sound had been a phaser. Stun? Kill? He'd heard one fired twice in anger, the other times were training. He'd never heard a difference between settings. Shouts ended. Sounds of more bodies hitting the floor. They had the reactor control rooms and were defending them. They had phasers. Guards? Did that mean... The connection went dead. Disabled at the engineer's device. Anna made growling sounds. No, not quite growls, not sexual challenges. Sounds he'd only heard in some of their historical materials he'd studied. He took the second padlet he'd set up and slipped it into the marsupial pouch on his stomach with the screen against his body. He carried his primary padlet and walked quickly to the closed double doors and stood, flipped the ongoing conversations in his ear to silent and listened. Nothing. He tapped the agent he'd prepared and an instant later he heard the door lock release. If Brittany and the rest of her little conspiracy had any doubts about his allegiance, that should've sealed it. The double doors allowed them to easily move equipment in or out of the room and he slid the left one the width of his head and stood still at the gap. Silence. He was about to slip through and froze. From the right. The hallway went both ways, the conference room his coworkers had been called to and were presumably locked in was that way. Had they gotten out? He'd not let them out because they'd have too many questions he didn't have time to answer. He wondered if the department head was in on it or had somehow been manipulated. For later. They'd wanted him isolated, where he'd be blind with even padlets down for the count, no friendly sighted aliens to lead him around. The handful of other humans would simply be locked in wherever they were. He slipped his primary padlet into the pouch with its screen also facing him, it was a tight fit with two but it went in. He held his ear to the edge of the door, there was a light strip just outside the door so that avoided a shadow through the open door. Ah. Voices. Not loud, but loud enough. Ah, stupid. Or overconfident. No. Rookies. Before today this had been just theory to them. "... just said to bring him, don't let him use the computers." "Computers are all dead." "She says he's a genius," a sniff at that, "you do know how to use that?" "Point this end and pull the trigger," Peter 'heard' the shrug, "he's human, he'll be blind. Shouldn't even need it." Good. They had a phaser. One. Enough for him. And they weren't guards. Peter quickly backed up and closed the door as quietly as he could. He walked to the edge of his desk and put both padlets face down on the desk and put them behind a couple of books to hide that they still worked. He put his left hand on the edge and waited. The doors slowly slid open. "Hey," Peter pitched his voice to a wavering pitch, "who's there?" He saw two males step into the room. It was too dim to get faces, just the odd highlight from their stripes. "Paetor," the one on his right switched to English, "I am Timothy, and this is Nathan." "Hey," said the other, slightly shorter. "We are here to help you, Brittany sent us. She is worried for you." Same accents as Brittany and Isis. Same school? Young and think they know everything. Just like young humans. They'd sent only males. Good. "Well, it's pitch black. And my padlet won't work so no flashlight, where is she?" "Somewhere safe and with lights. She wants us to escort you there. We will come to you." They approached him. Timothy had the phaser in his left hand and held at his side. Southpaw. Unlike humans Sylvans were close to fifty-fifty right or left handed and a decent sized minority was ambidextrous. "And if I don't want to go?" They slowed, he could tell their expressions had changed from their fake- friendly smiles to doubt. Timothy's right arm touched Nathan's left. "Uh, well," Nathan stopped and spoke while Timothy opened a gap, more importantly his left arm lifted at the elbow, "why would you not want to go?" Timothy took another step toward him, he hoped that phaser was on stun. Peter squinted and swung his head between them and tilted his head, hoped they took him for blind and trying to locate by sound. Sylvans were pretty decent wrestlers but most weren't like Queen Anna with their fists, their modern culture saw males fighting as opposed to exercising as abhorrent. But females punching each other out for a good fuck? Just another Saturday night! "I'm just not feeling it, you know, seeing Brittany. Tell her I send my regrets about lunch." Timothy stopped and raised his arm. Peter squatted and stepped forward rapidly, his new hope the phaser wasn't on a wide field setting. The terminal behind him buzzed from the shock it received, Peter spun below it, felt the tingle but it didn't affect him. He rose and connected with his left fist on Timothy's right cheek. It was a good punch. The male yelled wordlessly and stumbled against Harry's workspace and terminal. Peter reversed the spin when he heard Nathan's delayed 'hey' and caught the onrushing male with a hard right jab that he knew broke that broad, flat nose. His victim dropped to his knees and put his hands to his face. Peter turned, took two steps and grabbed Timothy's left arm as it tried to turn toward him and slammed it on the desk. The male howled and released the phaser. Peter kneed him in the crotch. Fuck fighting fair. It was time to channel brother Jed. He let the male drop to his knees, saw Nathan stand groggily. He turned, found the phaser on the floor, stooped and grabbed it and backed up and pointed it at Nathan, who saw it and stood still, only his eyes visible above his hand. Peter felt for the switch, at least it had been on stun. Flipped it one step higher. "Sorry, boys, but I don't have time to hang around with losers." He fired it at Nathan, who dropped. He did the same to Timothy. On Earth he and Carole had been hit with'stun.' It disoriented you but for most victims it left you conscious. 'Paralyze' was their term for the next setting, on an adult like these, you'd lose control of most voluntary muscles and pass out. Death was possible but vanishingly rare of for young and healthy adults. He flipped the safety and slipped the phaser into the rear waistband of his trousers and ripped out some cables. He dragged the pair to a desk that was connected to the wall and wrapped the cable around it and tied their arms to the desk and each other at their wrists and elbows. Then he grabbed some more cable and tied their ankles and knees. As he'd found with Iris, the ranges of motion of their shoulders and hips made for slightly different considerations than humans. He pulled their earbuds and slipped off their wristlets and quickly checked pockets, found nothing of interest. The wristlets hadn't been on open lines. Amateurs. "Surprised you guys weren't wearing those uniforms we had this weekend," he said aloud, they were shaking, it was normal. They seemed they'd be ok. Good. They'd be alive for the trial. He tapped his own wristlet and let Anna's conversations back into his ear as he retrieved his padlets and walked to the door. Her voice was hard but controlled. "Paetor, you awake now?" Not a happy question. "Sorry, Anna," he stopped and put his empty ear to the door, "I had unwelcome visitors, had to mute ya'll. I need to get out of here." "Are you ok?" "Walking and talking. They will be too, but not for a couple hours." A cruel laugh. He opened the door slowly as he listened in the pause in her speech. He looked each way and saw no one. "Anna, is Stuart close by?" She assented with a grunt. "Is Olivia there? Maybe she can get you weapons." He heard the quick discussion. "No. Stuart is angry, she didn't show this morning. Now, I have found more engineers. Unlock—-" His earbud trilled. He hefted his padlet mostly out of its pouch, quickly pulled up phone control and tapped. Then he went to the video monitor. "Anna," he said sharply, got a challenge growl back, blew past it, "two more guards on the way TO YOU! Emergency stairwell behind the tanks! Duskrider's with them." Her response was a hard exhaled breath as a laugh. "Well, that's a fucking treat," 'fuck' had a rather direct translation from the Sylvan equivalent even to the varied ways it could be used. "They have weapons. Tell Stuart to keep his people out of their way, nothing they can do unless someone can convert those VR guns to work in the real world. I'm coming your way." He had half a kilometer to go and had taken two quick steps before the voice stopped him. "No," Anna ordered, "we will come to you. We need to take back the control rooms." She gave him a conference room where she'd found some technicians who were familiar with the reactor controls, if not experts. Peter tasked an agent to unlock the room and slipped it back into his pouch and walked quickly. He knocked and the door slid quickly open and an angry female face was suddenly in front of him but her expression turned quickly to surprise. "You are Paetor, the Queen's pet human," the female said, "but, how?" "I'm unusual," he said, "everyone in there okay? Anna will be here soon." The female winced at Anna's strident tone that was suddenly in both his and her ears. "He's not my pet, Diana, he's my fuck toy. And he's the only one here doing shit. We'll be there in two minutes. Slow going, radiation doors are down." Peter had noticed the same. A hidden keypad allowed you to override for passage if the local sensors didn't detect radiation, fires or vacuum. And each door was essentially independent, to allow emergency movement across the station in case of loss of central control. It had slowed him as well. But it had been handy. He couldn't dump the wristlets and earbuds of the idiots who'd attacked him down a recycling chute, it would lock and hold them. But the section doors just pushed harder if they detected non-organic material in the way. He'd not noticed any gap at the bottom after he'd let a door close behind him. There were four Sylvans and a human in the conference room, all were support techs who covered a number of areas but only two had training on the reactors. The senior engineer and his second were dead or incapacitated and the crew who'd been on shift in the control rooms were either complicit or captured. "Hey, Peter," it was the human, Harris. "Just a sec Harris. Diana, is it?" The Sylvan nodded to Peter, who nodded toward the door. "Watch for Anna." She blinked once and her expression recalled the first hour in the VR tank but her mouth went tight and she stood in the doorway. "How the hell can you see?" Harris was the only black person on the three satellites, Sylvans ranged from very pale like Iris to something like Vicki's not quite beige so human variation was wildly different. But they also had the opinion that humans were humans so they mostly wondered why color was so important to Earth's natives. "My secret, Harris," Peter walked and put his hand on the man's shoulder and a hand was placed on it, "once this is over I'll send out the specs." Everyone looked at the doorway as Diana backed in and stood aside before Anna stepped in. She looked around until she found Peter. "See? Can't get rid of me so easily," she said in a tone that forced some uncomfortable laughs, "Paetor?" "Yes, Queen?" "Come, a moment everyone," she dipped her head to the hallway but she grabbed a chair and rolled it into the hall as he followed her into the hall. Angie took the chair and nudged Kim to sit down, she looked wan and pale, he guessed a bit of a panic attack. No surprise Laurel glared at him. He didn't worry. A glare was her happy face. Anna and the changelings were in green fatigues not unlike what his crew had worn over the weekend, but less martial and fewer pockets. Hardy faced back the way they'd come and didn't react. Laurel had her phaser in hand but it wasn't pointed at anyone, Peter assumed Hardy had his as well. Anna slipped her arm around his and Laurel followed them away from the rest of the party. Laurel stationed herself at the intersection of the two hallways just in front of the pair when they stopped and her head rotated slowly to watch each passageway. "Why did you teach that blue-eyed whore so well?" "You know me, I never do things halfway," Anna snorted loudly before she shook her head. "What's the status?" He extracted his primary padlet from its pouch and scanned and dismissed alerts. "Shit." "Not useful, fuck toy." "That blue-eyed whore and her grey-eyed hate-friend are fucking with the ops supercomputers and the reactors too much. The systems algorithms are... I think they're getting mad." "They're computers. They don't get... mad." "Anna," he flicked alerts off his screen, he noticed her green eye on the screen, its surrounding stain black in the weird lighting of the hall, "no one, none of your best paeple, not even me, fully understand what those systems do, how they do it." He exhaled hard and tensed as a new alert popped up. The omnipresent alarms that Peter had long filtered out changed tone and timbre. Anna's grip tightened. "Oscillating instability in the containment bottle. Iris is overriding every interlock there is, the ops systems are trying to restore but Brittany is blocking. Well, I assume it's them. No one else..." "Well, stop the—-," Anna's order stopped. "What?" Anna pulled his head down to whisper directly into his ear. "Can you break into my connection? It's Seaskimmer." "Charles," her voice was conversational, as Peter worked on his padlet, "give me a moment. Rather busy here, what with your pain in the ass females who don't know what they're doing messing with toys they don't understand." Peter found the connection. Not a surprise. Brittany was using the same scheme he was. But this was simple. He didn't need a bidirectional line, just wanted his audio, he'd hear Anna's side. Her mismatched eyes were locked on him as he looked up from his padlet and gave a thumbs up. "Charles, just tell those idiot bitches to remove their blocks and we'll be fine." "Anna," Peter growled immediately at Seaskimmer's tone and Anna's expression reminded him of her video escapade, "we have your ship. It's time to talk." "And what would we talk about? Your unauthorized killer nanomachine project?" Peter and Anna exchanged tight smiles at his hard exhale that lapsed into a silence that indicated he'd muted his side for a moment. Peter began to speak but Anna put her finger to her lips and he stayed silent. "Anna, you don't have all of the information. That project is only a prototype. But it's a sideline. What's important is we have control of the ship. It is not our intention to kill anyone—-" "The senior engineer?" Her interruption was sharp. "Ah, he, is, will be fine. We cannot let him interfere." "Cut the shit, child. Why are we talking?" Peter had memory of Anna's opening phrase, he'd suggested the translation that his earbud gave him but he hadn't really understood the original reference. "It's inevitable the humans will find us soon. Our fleet is on the way and we must ensure our future. We need to use our high ground. We also need to discourage the humans from being aggressive. We have taken precautions." "What are those?" "We can convince them to work with us, we are laying that groundwork." "We are doing that. We have established programs to—-" "No! You are delaying. Giving them time to prepare. But. Everyone respects you. There is no reason for anyone other than us to see the change. You will remain. But. We will be a new council." "That's pretty rude. And who are you? You? Victor? Your two dinosaur murdering females who are going to kill all of us?" A snort. "There are plenty who agree with us. And we have our own allies on Earth." Peter tightened his eyes and pulled up a window and his keyboard and typed quickly. "They will assist us in making sure humans are aware of what we can do. When they agree, we will share technology. On our terms." Peter held the screen up for Anna as Seaskimmer spoke. It was in English but he wasn't worried she'd misunderstand. The key word the two of them had discussed and it had been well covered in Anna's council meetings. They'd simply adopted the English word because nothing in Sylvan culture or history offered an equivalent. "Is that why you are working with terrorists?" "Terror... what?" "Terrorists. Irish paramilitaries. Red Army Faction. Black Robes. Those are your allies?" Peter wasn't sure the last one would register with Seaskimmer, did they even know about Cherry's true past? Peter blanked the screen and checked new alerts. His mood worsened. "As with your succubusses," Seaskimmer's voice was tight, "not every human is suitable for every job. We cannot expect regular humans to be competent to help us." "Crap," Peter muttered. He looked up quickly to see Anna's glare and nodded quickly. She took a step back from him away from the intersection. He turned, saw Laurel maintain her slow vigil and pulled up his keyboard again. "And what makes you think they won't turn on us? Your little toys will kill us just as easily as humans." "Huh... wha... who told you that? They are... not—-" "Bullshit, child. I'm bored with this. Tell your _tshikash_ females to let the supercomputers get the damned reactor under control. Then we'll discuss how we're getting those nanos off of Earth to dispose of them." Peter looked up in shock at the untranslated word in Anna's statement. But he quickly finished typing and held it up. He read the exaggerated silent 'fuck.' "Anna—-" "Shut up, Seaskimmer. You've proven you're untrustworthy. Your next call had better be to your bitches," she tapped her wristlet hard, "is he gone?" "Yes, now, we need to mov—-," he jumped forward quickly and pushed Anna backwards when he heard a gunshot. He turned and saw Laurel side on as she fired her phaser to his and Anna's right at an unseen assailant. Deep red spread across her white shirt from a wound. A second gunshot and she shuffled back but didn't go down. She howled and suddenly sprinted forward as she fired her phaser. Peter noted with surprise how fast she moved, even with two gunshot wounds. "Anna, hold this," he handed her his padlet, she took it, "they tracked us. Duskrider will be coming, tell Hardy to keep watch." He pulled the phaser from his waistband and flipped the safety off before he clicked the setting to maximum. It would kill a human or Sylvan up to ten yards and disable one two or three times as far. A third gunshot before sounds of bodies colliding followed by at least one hitting the floor. He heard Anna's voice but paid no attention to it as he pushed her toward the room. But Guards were different. Anna's diabolical gene editing made them heavily immune from phaser shots at any but very close range. While that wasn't advertised to the population at large, it was common knowledge to anyone involved in the biology and genetics departments. They'd expected violence. He edged to the wall and looked left where he had a better angle, saw no one. Then he looked right. Guards. Two. Laurel had to be one, both females. He slid further until he could look past the wrestlers on the floor, saw no one else. He looked the other way again. Where was her twin? They never went far apart. But. He saw the Guards roll, knew it was Laurel on the bottom from the fact her entire front was deep red. Her opponent straddled over her and aimed a weapon with her left hand. Now or never. He sprinted around the corner. Not ten yards. The gun fired again, point blank into Laurel's face and her whole body jumped. Shit, but good. The noise covered his sprint and he put his phaser to the back of the kneeling Guard's neck and fired. The big female's entire body spasmed and he grunted as she pushed him back as her arms shot straight outwards. He balanced himself and fired again at point blank range again into her neck. She dropped like a tree and landed on Laurel's dead body. He saw the gun, some sort of pistol, drop from her hand. "Oooff, shi—-," he shuffled back two steps like he'd been punched in the gut, a second hit an inch away dropped him. He hit the floor. He finally registered the gunshots. "Ah, goddammit," he half shouted, something whizzed over him before he twisted as he rolled to a position behind the piled bodies of the two guards. He looked through a gap between the two thick necks and saw Olivia, from the VR tanks. He touched his abdomen but didn't find blood. The second padlet. He worked it out, the glass front was shattered but had stayed in place. He flipped it to face the glass away from his body. He saw Olivia stop, far enough his phaser wouldn't do much. The Guard's body on top shook as she shot at him but hit that instead. It looked like she had body armor similar to what they'd worn in the VR tanks. Lovely. "Paetor, are you okay?" He glanced back, didn't see anyone. "Stay back, I'm hit" he shouted with what he hoped was enough pain, then lowered his voice, "okay, bitch, play time." He worked the late Guard's pistol out from under himself, checked it, left his phaser on the floor. An automatic, he guessed about.38 caliber. Details later. He fitted it to his right hand. A quick glance showed his foe hadn't taken cover. Book smart. Knew everything about guns except how to fight with 'em. He popped up to his knees as he put the pistol into a two-handed grip. Her mouth moved but he didn't know if she meant to speak. He fired. She fired as well. But her arm had already jerked the shot to bury itself in the ceiling as her head snapped back and her body lifted before her heels hit and she dropped to land flat on her back. She didn't move. Peter looked down the hall, no one else. He turned at a sound, the male half of this Guard pair had turned a corner past their intersection and set into a sprint. Long way around to flank them. Damn, they're fast. Peter threw himself over the prone pair and used them as shield and prop. The guard fired and the body under him absorbed yet another slug. Peter fired, saw it hit but it had little effect. Suddenly a chair rolled out from the crossing hallway right into the running Guard's feet. He went down hard, his concentration on his target had blinded him to the risk. They really aren't that smart, Peter thought. He waited for the figure to stop and fired into the top of the head. The prone figure shook and his arms flailed for a moment before he tried to get them under him. Peter rose quickly and grabbed the phaser as he did so. He winced from the pain in his gut as he ran to the prone figure. "Like I said, it's Jed fighting dirty time," he put the phaser to the back of the neck and pulled the trigger. The body spasmed and went still. His breath sped as he looked each way. Didn't see any more attackers. "Paetor," he looked as Anna came from the side hallway and looked past him at the two Guards, then in the distance, Angie followed, a broad smile on her face as she retrieved the chair, "you killed her." "I'm sorry, I had no choice." "Fuck raight, you had no choaice," she said, "another _tshikash_ female." Angie's smile changed to shock when she saw the dead female in the distance. Peter knew she disliked the Guards even more than he did. But to see a dead Sylvan had to be a shock. Especially with a bullet hole through its eye. Other than very rare cases of cancer and rarer suicides the relative youth of the survivors meant that those born after the Crossing had rarely seen death except from afar on Earth. Just like these dumb ass'revolutionaries.' "Paetor," Anna drew his attention and held out his padlet, "you have a message..." He nodded and reached down to grab the gun from next to the dead guard. He looked through pockets and found a full magazine. He popped out the old one and slid the new one in and primed it. He popped a bullet out of the magazine he held. "Hollow tip," he showed it to Anna, "probably low grain too. Designed to mushroom when it hits. Why the padlet and that thin armor stops it, designed to NOT blow through the walls. But it'll sure make a mess if it hits flesh. Must've hid them in the production for the VR blanks. Shit." Then he held the pistol out to Anna and traded it for his padlet. "Take this, give it to Hardy. Tell him, point it and pull trigger. If Duskrider and his Guards show, they'll have 'em. And he'll have body armor." She nodded and turned and walked quickly. Would he grieve for Laurel? Would he have time? "Angie, ANGIE," he said and she looked at him as he pointed at the dead female, "go over and get that body armor off of her. See if it'll fit Anna." The changeling's mouth moved but made no sounds as she looked at him and then the body. He put his hand on her shoulder and spoke softly. "Angie, look at me," he saw the tears, "do you want this to happen to Anna? You? Kim?" She blinked rapidly but finally shook her head. "I'm sorry, humans. Damned humans. But. You need to do it, I'm guessing it'll at least protect against bullets as well as this." He removed his hand from her shoulder and pulled out the shattered padlet. Her eyes went so wide he could read the Sylvan heritage in them. He let the ruined padlet drop into the pouch and took her hands. "Yeah, she shot me. But, well. Now, go, please. Hopefully it'll fit." She hugged him quickly then took a deep breath and walked unsteadily toward the corpse. He watched her as he looked at his surviving padlet. 'Peter. Advise to remove blocks on reactor control. Oscillations worsen. Cannot maintain. Will need to eject cores to avoid rupture. Thirty minutes.' He typed 'who is this?' 'We are' He was about to type again when 'watchers' popped up. 'You are the computers.' 'Yes.' He noticed Anna had returned and stood at his shoulder, her hands rubbed his left arm. They both looked as Angie threw up near the dead female. "Go to Angie. Put on that armor. Well, try. Hurry," her expression was doubtful but she shrugged and walked toward the young woman. He typed. 'Force the evacuate ship alarm. Unlock doors and open partitions, get everyone off ship.' The supercomputers had a vocabulary, but it was around operations. This was... a conversation. 'Yes. Save ship.' The ubiquitous alarms changed. They were doing it. Twenty meters down the hall opposite where Hardy stood a door popped open. Peter was just out of sight as was the prone Guard he stood over. He turned and saw Anna walking with Angie, the changeling fussing at stays or adjustments on the armor. He hurriedly typed a last question on his screen. He heard quiet voices approach the intersection before one of them said 'hey, Kim!' Peter's padlet chirped, he looked quickly and smiled. Shocked gasps caused him to turn. Four Sylvans gaped in horror at the prone Guard, their heads rose to take in the greater carnage. They finally noticed Anna and their expressions turned to confusion as they saw the body armor. Designs like it were common to many of the VR games but this was clearly different. "They would send the flattest chested female in the fleet, this way. Harriet, Sean" Anna spoke sharply as she fussed with the armor and motioned them to follow her down the hall to the conference room. They blinked and finally followed. Angie's face showed shock. Peter rifled the pockets of the male Guard before he quickly walked to the female Guard, stuffed three more magazines into his pockets before he dashed to the dead female Sylvan and picked up her pistol before he returned quickly to the intersection. "It's me," he said. "Come," Anna replied. He walked through the crowd and into the conference room. He pulled his shattered padlet out of his pouch and dropped it on the table to surprised looks. He looked around and grabbed one. "Hey," said a male at the far side, "that's mine." "I'm borrowing it, someone shot mine with a couple of bullets. Besides, they've all been wiped. Just get a new one, you'll have to load it from your archives." "A gun?" It was Harris. "An actual gun?" "Yeah, sorry dude, even up here can't get away from the shit." "Who are the reactor techs?" After a moment Diana and a male nodded. "Let's go," he nodded outside before he looked at the remaining Sylvans, "you and you, promise me you'll get Harris to the evac balls? He's blind in here." "We will, Paetor, trust us," both wagged their heads. "Good, get going, time's wasting," he stepped outside, Anna had organized the crowd and had apparently calmed the quartet who'd seen the bodies. He stepped to Anna's side as the two males with Harris between them. "Anna, get going, the ops computers told me they might not be able to contain things, Brittany and Iris are still fucking around. I'll take these two to the control rooms, probably have to shoot my way in." "Go? I'm going with you. This is MY ship. I am not running away." "Anna, you need to—-" "Who made you the Queen?" Her voice was hard, but with a touch of humor. He growled but nodded. "Besides, Hardy will only obey me," she said simply before she turned to the crowd, "get going all of you. Hurry. We'll see you all back here in a few hours. Or maybe tomorrow. We'll have to check things out." "We're coming with you, we're trained in first aid," Angie said, her voice shaky but her expression was firm and Kim nodded vigorously, "and you'll probably need us." "Uh, I don't think...," Peter started but Anna shushed him. "Come," they moved to stand next to the two techs and Hardy followed them, "rest of you, go. If you see Victor Duskrider tell him he knows where to meet me. Unless he's a coward." "GO!" They finally moved. "I'm point, I mean, I'm in front, yeah. Watch war movies, team. Anna, tell Hardy to bring up the rear, keep an eye out. Single file and stay tight." She and the Guard's shaded eyes caught and he nodded. Peter shrugged and led them, Anna stepped to trail just behind and off his left side, the two changelings and then the techs followed in the directed single file. "How many folks on the ship right now, Anna?" Peter led them at a fast walk. "About two hundred fifty, not counting Duskrider's crew. One other pair of Guards but I could not contact them. They are dead or turned. They were not the pair you killed." "Ok," Peter glanced at his padlet and turned the left quickly as he scanned every hallway, one of the pistols in his right hand, a second in his pocket and the phaser back in his waistband, "I only saw them bring one pair, assuming they're with Duskrider then somehow they got at least the dead pair here too, so we have to assume they have more." Her growl echoed in the hallway. "Oops," he stopped quickly and Anna's sound renewed as he turned them to the right, "this way." "That's not the way to the—-," she grunted as the followers jostled. "We're not using a regular entrance," he led down a short, dead-ended hallway. He slipped the pistol another pocket and typed quickly on the padlet. A moment later a panel in the end wall slid open. "What?" Anna's question was echoed. "C'mon, inside," Peter led them into a small chamber which held a dozen white parkas and insulated trousers on hooks. It was a tight fit to get everyone in. Peter tapped a panel at the opposite end and the panel closed behind them. "This is the access to the supercomputers," Diana said, "we can't go in there." Peter ignored her and typed on his padlet. The door at the front of the room unsealed and cold air seeped into the room. "Yes, Diana, it is. We know at least one door is guarded, we have to assume the others are too. But. No one is allowed in here while the systems are at full operation. And trust me, they're fully engaged. And in very bad moods. Grab jackets, no time for more." "Bad moods? They're computers," It was the male tech, Peter hadn't gotten his name. After a moment, Anna grabbed a jacket and the rest followed suit. She grabbed a second one and held it for him. "That's what we've believed. They're more. Anyway, we're going fast. We don't have time to get dressed and they're not going idle. There is a door that goes directly into the control room. Anna, tell Hardy to follow me, techs, behind him. The workstations are to the right, through the door, I'm going right, Hardy watch my back. Everyone else, wait for me to give all clear. Anna, here." "Paetor," Anna glared at him, "I'm following Hardy in. Give me your phaser. I know how to use one and will greatly enjoy zapping your bitch girlfriends into an alternate dimension." He winced before he handed the phaser to Anna and accepted the jacket, shrugged it on. "All right, stay to the far side of the passage, do NOT touch walls or anything if you want to keep your flesh. It'll be cold but survivable for as long as we're in there." "There are security features to keep paeple out except using maintenance protocols," Diana said firmly. "Lasers, more, yeah. But who do you think I've been talking to," he held his padlet up, "them. They opened the door. They will allow us passage this time. Once we go through, crouch as low as you can. They're aiming for 'center of mass,' your guts. They're not that good with the pistols. If it's a phaser, well, hopefully not on kill." He stuffed his padlet into his pouch behind the borrowed one and pulled the door open to a rush of chilled air before anyone could grumble. "You only live once," he led Hardy and Anna into the cold. The bank of supercomputers were black blocks with stippled surfaces. Peter had been in here on a few maintenance runs, dressed in the protective gear. There were rows of LEDs. solid blue ones showed nominal operations, others blinked through shades of blue and green to indicate furious operations. Not only did they operate systems all over the ship they also supported things like the VR tanks which had dedicated computers to avoid lag but those depended on the central systems for much of the rendering and related processing. This hardware used exquisitely designed atomic-scale transistors made with an exotic semiconductor material that wouldn't be unfamiliar to Earth's scientists, but manipulated with exotic additions and ridiculously tiny. Padlets and wristlets used similar chips but much slower clock speeds. In this room they were joined with banks of quantum computers. Liquid nitrogen circulated through the systems as well as the quantum circuits. The surrounding room was kept at close to minus forty |
degrees to minimize heat stress. The combination was obviously more than the sum of the parts. Somehow. It wasn't simply the cold, the quantum systems were sensitive to any changes in heat or even electric fields introduced by bodies. But that wasn't the worry right now. They had five, ten or at most fifteen minutes with the parkas. The walk would take only two. Sylvans had better cold resistance than humans but he didn't know about Angie and Kim. And no flesh was made for minus forty. He glanced back, walked quickly. He looked forward to long discussions with these computers. Whether they'd just kept it to themselves or this crisis had pushed them beyond some boundary might be his life's work. He held his hand up as he arrived at the door. Unfortunately the heavy insulation meant they'd go in deaf and blind. He pulled the jacket off and held it against the emergency button that would allow them to open the door, it was designed for someone trapped to get out but not without leaving behind a bit of flesh. He stopped. Female voices shouting in his earbud. One, no two. Brittany. Iris. A male shouting. Oh, fuck. He looked, it didn't seem the systems had hooked anyone but him into this. He looked at the black boxes. They'd forced their way around some block. Good. They were occupied. He turned, mouthed 'three' then dipped his head, once, twice, and on the third dip he pushed the door open 180 degrees to slam it against the wall and pushed through, felt Hardy right behind him. He scanned the room as he turned and saw no one, he lowered himself to a single knee with a two-handed grip on the pistol. He expected an immediate response but the three Sylvans he faced ten feet away were too occupied to even notice. Brittany's hands performed a combination of typing and pounding at her keyboard as she shouted at the other pair. To her left were Iris and a seated male whose name Peter couldn't remember but who he did know was another reactor engineering student, one who'd stayed on this ship. They alternated pointing at a couple of terminals and keyboards and yelling at Brittany. He didn't see any weapons on them. Peter realized Anna was tight behind him, also crouched and with her face just above his right shoulder. She held the phaser in her right hand but it wasn't quite pointed at their targets. "You fucked THOSE two? Vicki will stuff both of their faces into the toilet. Then she will simply shoo them out, no beat-downs necessary," Anna said into his ear, she must've liked that last phrase when he'd used it at some point as she'd had it translated into her language for it to come back at him, "if I don't kill them before that day." Whether they'd seen them, heard her not quite whisper or felt the cold air that poured into the room he didn't know but all three went silent and turned to look. Their eyes widened and their mouths dropped open. "Brittany," Peter said, "Iris, and whatever the fuck your name is, back away from the consoles. I don't want to shoot anyone." "I do, though," Anna added, she stepped alongside Peter and rose as he rose, "please make it easy for me." The trio used their feet and had just started to roll their chairs back when the main doors to Peter's left were both slammed open and rapid fire gunshots erupted in a space of seconds. Peter had once wondered why the doors for this control room were all the rare kind that swung instead of slid into the walls. Once he'd broken into the schematics he'd seen the wiring related components. Made sense. Down," Peter slammed into Anna and knocked them backwards onto the ground behind Hardy as he turned. Somewhere beyond him back in the passageway he heard a scream and what sounded like shattering glass as he rolled onto his left side to face the doors. "Watch them, Anna!" She growled, a couple of bullets hit the wall above them. He grunted when something slammed into his right thigh. He looked down, it hadn't been a square hit but the shattering bullet had gouged out a chunk. Peter saw the usual male and female Guard pair, both had pistols. Their aim was fortunately poor, the pistols less forgiving than phasers. But he heard the hits on Hardy. But Hardy had likewise had success based on the red stains on both opponents' white shirts. Peter used his elbows and exhaled, pulled his trigger. The female Guard's left cheek just below her ever present black shades exploded and her head jerked. He fired off a second shot and caught her in the throat. She dropped. Both Hardy and his male opponent emptied their magazines before they simply dropped the pistols and pulled phasers as they charged. Peter managed a last shot that caught the Guard in the left hip, it didn't stop him but he stumbled and Peter heard another scream when he guessed the brute had fired his phaser but his aim missed Hardy and the prone pair before he and Hardy collided. He saw a Sylvan in the doorway with a pistol in his hand. Peter raised his gun but the male simply turned and ran and his bullet struck the wall across the hallway. He forced himself to a seated position as blood ran from his thigh. It wasn't an arterial hit. "Anna, give me your phaser, I'll help Hardy," he said. "No, watch them, I'll do it," she pushed away from him. She stood up and walked quickly to the piled pair and said something he didn't quite hear. The pair rolled and she used the same trick he'd used, the phaser at the Guard's neck. The struggle ended and Anna quickly bent down at who he assumed was Hardy rolled onto his back and gurgled a couple of times before he coughed up a plume of blood and went still. He glanced behind him, saw Angie and Kim unfurl themselves from the far corner where they'd hidden. They walked to the source of the cold air and both gasped, he saw a stream of vapor that flowed through the door. "Anna," she looked at him as he grunted and forced himself to stand, "watch those three. Gotta check the systems." She nodded and turned. He admired the two changelings who shivered but forced their way upstream. At the door he saw that each young woman had grabbed a prone body and slowly dragged the victims. He looked quickly, saw blood on only one. The other hit by the phaser? He looked for the source of the vapor, liquid nitrogen flowed from a black box that had taken a bullet and immediately vaporized. Bad, but the overload from a phaser on max would've been as big an issue. Amber and red LEDs had replaced the formerly blue ones. More worryingly he saw a large area that had gone dark. Bad. Very bad. Neither tech moved, if they'd survived the shots the flow of super cold nitrogen had likely finished the job. He helped Angie hurriedly pull Diana's body. He didn't even know if they had procedures to deal with this level of damage in the computer room but there was nothing he could do now. He closed the door. "They dead?" First Kim then Angie nodded before Kim's eyes went wide. "Paetor! You're injured," Kim said, "Angie, where ish the kit?" Angie opened a cabinet in the far corner and pulled out the bright green first aid kit the size of a small ice chest. "It's a flesh wound, this way," a blood trail followed him as he rolled a chair and sat down next to Brittany and put his padlet on the shelf next to her terminal. He popped the magazine and tossed it away and inserted a fresh one from his pocket, primed it and thumbed the safety and slipped the pistol into his pouch in front of the blank padlet. Kim knelt and sliced his trousers off just above his wound, he stood slightly to let her pull the cloth off. "Peter, love...," Brittany said and he heard Anna's immediate challenge as she settled just behind him. "Shut up, blue eyes, I'll get to you in a minute. Need to check on my friends. Angie," he turned quickly and caught the changeling's eyes, tears ran freely but like Kim she focused, "use some medical tape, or bandage, whatever. Tie those doors closed, it'll at least slow someone. I don't have time to fuck with locks." She nodded and walked quickly to the first aid bag next to Kim and grabbed an extra roll of tape. Peter gripped the table with his left hand as he grimaced as Kim pressed his wound and he typed with his other hand. "Iris," Peter said but his eyes and fingers stayed on his padlet, he'd noticed Brittany's terminal appeared frozen, "who's in the reactor chamber? Your sabotage required pulling physical connections." "Two _practicals_," her voice was firm as she glanced quickly at him before she glared at Anna, "but we can't contact them." Anna spoke in a harsh but controlled voice as he typed and tried to contact the ops systems again. "Where are the techs? We need the—-" Screams erupted as the room rotated forty-five degrees forward. Peter's chair rushed forward but his grip allowed him to brace himself, his other hand held the padlet in place. Kim yelped as she tumbled under the table but Peter admired that she twisted and hit the wall with the sides of her legs and her hips. Anna pressed against his back and he felt her arm go around him and she exhaled hard as her midsection hit the back of the chair. Thuds from Peter's right as dead bodies slammed against the wall. To his left the male Sylvan's chair rolled rapidly and his ass lifted slightly off of the chair before his waistline hit the edge of the table. The chair tumbled after him and helped push his upper body forward and his forehead smashed into the terminal with that melon-cracking sound Peter was familiar with. Iris fell into the back of Brittany's chair. The blue-eyed female managed to spin herself to put Iris behind her. The pale female's lower back hit the table edge with the whole of Brittany's weight against her. She screamed a second time. Braced against Iris, Brittany grunted but seemed uninjured. The room tilted rapidly to the right and Brittany rolled into him. Anna spun herself around his other side to brace the two of them against the table, their combined grips kept them in place. Kim let out a yelp but seemed to hold herself in place. Iris dropped to her knees as the unconscious male and his chair's armrest slammed into her head on one side and in turn slammed the other temple against Brittany's armrest. A male's scream outside the room preceded a loud thud against the double doors to Peter's left. The latches held the doors closed. The room mostly righted itself, their perceived'rear' still a few degrees raised. "HEY," Peter shouted, he slammed his elbow into Brittany's nose as she grabbed for the gun. She howled and pushed back and put both hands on her face as blood flowed freely. "Goddammit, Brittany, it's FUCKING OVER. Help us or we're all going to die." "Wae shtill have gravity," Anna said, switching to English, "are you okay, Kim?" "Yeah, will have shome bruishes," a long strip of gauze stretched from the injured thigh under the table, it went slack as Anna moved and Kim crawled out and quickly finished bandaging Peter's thigh. "Angie?" Peter looked quickly over his shoulder, she stood against the double doors. She'd managed a couple of wraps of tape around the handles and appeared to have held onto them through the ship's fit. She gave a thumbs up and a weak smile. "Come and check theshe idiotsh, Angie," Anna directed her, "I will shee who knocked on the door." "Careful," Peter said, he moved the pistol from its pouch to his right side as Kim tied off the gauze and quickly wrapped tape around it. He went back to his padlet. "New one on me," he announced to the room, "gravity generator fluctuations. Anna, can they do that?" "No," she said before she put her finger to her mouth, stood alongside the door with her phaser, she glared at Brittany as the young female held her face and sobbed. She stood for a count of three then reached across and pulled the near door slightly open. There was a smear of blood from about chest height down and the top of a head flopped into a pool of blood. "Seaskimmer," she slid over and looked into the hall, "no one else." She pointed the phaser at him and fired. "Anna," Angie said in surprise, "did you kill him?" "Not on max," her voice offered disappointment. She slid the door hard into his head before she shifted it with her foot and latched the doors. "Angie, how are they?" "Iris is dead." "At least shome good news," muttered Brittany before she howled again when Anna blindsided her with a slap upside her head. "Concussion, this one, alive. But out of it." "Great," Peter muttered, "we're right out of reactor techs. Brittany... BRITTANY!" "Wha... what?" "What's fighting me? I'm trying to throttle down the reactor. It's all we can do with you morons pulling interlocks. Half the ops supercomputers are down and they're losing coolant rapidly. More will shut down. If I drop the reactors to standby they'll keep the stealth field but we'll lose gravity. At least we'll stay in orbit and keep minimal life support, fine if most everyone evacuated. But something's in the way. And I'm pretty sure if anyone was down in the reactor ops room they're dead. Fried, irradiated, probably both." "Good job, blue eyesh," Anna slapped her again. "Anna, not helping...," she snorted at him, "what's fighting me?" "My agents," Brittany said, her voice had a modicum of pride but then it went soft, "have a... bug." "A bug?" It was a tone he'd used a couple of times with her, disdainful and dismissive, when she'd made errors from being too hasty and thinking she'd had the solution. "Yes, I coded them to ignore orders from you, from Anna. Only accept orders from me. But I erred, I ordered them to accept no orders once we'd forced the first reactor error. We were trying to fix that when you arrived. But, we failed and in reaction it removed the rest of the blocks. Now it's blocked us out too." "Paetor, the evacuashion?" "A sec," he scrolled, "looks like everyone who's going is gone. I'd locked shuttle bay 3B. Bernard is there and blue-eye's brother just got there. They can't get out. Your brother left you behind, Brittany, he ran. Well, trying to. Anyway, we need reactor techs. Where are they? They'll need radiation suits, need someone who knows their way around down there. Otherwise your fucked code is going to run them to overload and we become a meteor." "They're in a room, all unconscious. Charles took them out, zapped them all." "Angie, go get a phaser off of Hardy," Anna spoke Sylvan to be clear, "and Kim. Do you have something in your kit that'll wake people up?" She looked, nodded and pulled out a handful of pinprick injectors. "Good. Use your tape and wrap Brittany's hands then have her take you to them. Feel free to shoot her at anytime after that. Wake them up and hurry." Angie made a show of manipulating the setting level to show she knew how to use it. Brittany appealed to Peter with her eyes but he glared at her then turned back to his padlet. Kim handed her a wad of gauze from the kit and she wiped at the blood as she stood. It had mostly stopped flowing, then the changeling quickly pulled her hands behind her back and did a figure eight with the medical tape around her wrists. "Lead on, bitch," Angie's voice had a hardness Peter had never suspected as she poked Brittany in the lower back with the phaser. Kim led and opened the door, grimaced at the sight of Seaskimmer's prone body before they stepped around it and the door closed. "Ish there any hope?" Anna's body softened with just the two of them left in the room, she stood close and put her left arm around his shoulders. "If you go now you can make an evac ball," Peter answered as he checked the reactor stats, "I could fight my way around her code but not in the next ten minutes." Anna's wristlet chirped and she said "yesh?" After a moment she let out a long, slow breath. She hurriedly released catches and tossed the body armor away onto the pile of corpses in the corner. "Feel free to shoot Brittany on max. Wake up who you can. Hurry," she tapped her wristlet. "Most are dead. These fuckers couldn't do anything right..." "Go, Anna, if you hurry you might make an evac ball." "Earth will know we are here without a doubt," she said with a chuckle, "I will not go. Pleashe keep trying." "Do my fingers look like they're resting?" She laughed and for the first time kissed his cheek as he typed for a moment before he studied a screen full of code. She rested her chin on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck, slipped the phaser into her pocket and put her right hand across his chest. He met it with his left hand as his right worked the padlet. "Anna, how is Carole? She mostly ignores my emails and you put up that block on me seeing info about her." "Shae ashked for that," Peter huffed, "you could have bypashed it." "Didn't seem right to do that...," Anna kissed his cheek again. "She found her passion, she teaches the young onesh, not just humansh. Ralph and Catanie's children were in her classh lasht term. She shpeaks our language better than you ever would." "Good. I'm happy about that. Two goons forced us into an invisible shuttle, who'd have guessed all this would come," he squeezed Anna's hand and had it returned. "Whay did we never fuck?" "Ian," Peter said softly as he scrolled the screen, "I couldn't replace him." She exhaled slowly, kissed his cheek. "No," barely more than a whisper, "you could have. That wash whay. _Vikrangia_ maede that clear to mae. Shae deservesh you more, though, y ou should be with her." Before he could respond a bright red window appeared on the padlet and Anna held him as the artificial gravity quit then shifted and they pushed forward hard. Peter used his thighs to hold them at the table and Anna braced her right hand against the table edge. The structure groaned as it quickly slewed to their left at the same time and pushed Anna into Peter before some semblance of gravity returned. Iris's corpse and the unconscious male slid sideways along the floor to collide together against the wall. The row of keyboards and mice on the table slid to the ends of their cables and the larger pile of bodies at the far corner slid diagonally to the wall behind the pair. "What wash that?" "One of the reactors just blew, took out a third of the farms," Anna huffed at his grunted explanation, "and caused another spasm in the gravity generator. Nothing I read about your tech said they could do that." "Ash I said they cannot. Do not believe what ish happeniang." "SHIIT," they said in unison as the satellite seemingly slammed on the brakes. Peter barely kept his padlet in place but he groaned as the table edge pressed against his bruised abdomen. A split second later the lights in the room went off and they were left with a few UV strips. More red warnings on his padlet. "Anna," he said slowly to her grunted acknowledgement, "tell Kim and Angie to run, go. We're going down. Please, go." He tapped furiously and pulled up an orbital diagram. She tapped her wristlet a couple of times. "I cannot get them," her voice reminded him of her sadness on Ian's birthday, "I hope they will maike it. Where will we land?" The ship jerked again and Peter shouted in frustration. "Land? Uh, yeah. Land... What? Oh, you goddam blue-eyed piece of shi..." "Ok, crash. Shae ish. You have bad taishte. Why?" "Her bug-ridden AI just aimed us for Pike Place Market." "Where?" "We were headed for the Pacific, off Washington. It just slowed us to hit downtown Seattle. Anna, it's time for the beacon, the comm lasers are useless. I will... adjust this. Ok, I have you connected. Whenever." He went back to his padlet. "This is Anna Lightbringer, Council President of the Second Expedition. I am with Paetor Miller, my pet human and fuck toy," he snorted as his fingers worked as she continued her statement that would be recorded and launched in a small probe to hopefully be recovered. They bounced as she spoke and he fought the rogue agent. "Done," he nodded at her directive and tapped a button. He hoped the confirmation of its release was correct but nothing else could be done. "Where?" "Sulphur. Or Denio. Northern Nevada. Well, maybe southern Oregon. But empty. As empty as it gets. Might be a couple campers or prospectors. No one else." "Good. Maiby thaey will think us a maeteor." "Stealth field still up. Somehow. I just have to keep fighting this fucker another minute, then..." "Then?" "We're locked in." The entire structure groaned, bright red warnings showed they'd met Earth's atmosphere. "Stealth field gone. Everyone down there sees us now. Course, we're on fire... I'm almost going home, zip past the Valley. They'll see us." "Can you do anythaing else?" He sat back and pulled the borrowed padlet out of his pouch and tossed it onto the table. He tapped his primary padlet a couple of times and all of the alerts and windows disappeared, replaced with two lines of text. 'Carole's crazy green eyes.' 'Tall. So pale. Green eyes.' "No. And they can't either," he slid the padlet into his pouch. She pushed his chair back and threw herself onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, one of his hands landed between her shoulder blades, the other the top of her ass, alien but shapely. The shock of their kiss was strong but neither backed off. After the initial crush their mouths relaxed and their tongues slowly rotated around one another and drove electricity through both as the ship shimmied and groaned around them. Audible alarms wailed but died quickly. Their chair rolled backwards for a moment before it left the floor in a gentle rise and the twined couple floated off. They never broke the kiss. Postscript "... I am with Paetor Miller, my pet human and fuck toy." _Vikrangia Zarcharnerr's_, Vicki Skyburster's, cheeks were moist but the freely running tears had ended days before, replaced with cold anger as she sat in her darkened quarters and listened to the recovered message. "... Our home, Highrider, is dead. Killed by treachery. We have defeated the plotters but their damage was without wit or thought and too severe. I hope most of our paeple escaped but I despair for Kim and Angie and others. Paetor has denied them their last cruelty and directed us to crash in the wilderness, not in a city. I do not grieve for the Duskrider siblings or Seaskimmer siblings, chief in responsibility. Nor the others. This is all terrible. But worse is the nanomachines that they've sent to Earth that are designed to kill. But not just humans..." Only thirty five had gone down with Highrider. Over two hundred had escaped in a couple of shuttles and in the little evac balls to be scooped up when the following satellite passed the area. The loss of a number of experienced reactor engineers and techs had been severe, many had gathered on the command satellite for coincident training. Some too young students would get rapid opportunities and they'd have to hope the two remaining ships didn't suffer problems until training could catch up. They'd closed in on the pair of students who'd designed the nanos, a junior researcher and a younger on his _practical_. Brittany had apparently left behind an agent that had thoroughly wiped all of their data before the pair had ejected themselves from an airlock. Peter had tried to send the data he'd found. Signatures to program air filters to detect the killer nanos had made it but much of his message had been lost due to the poor link. They'd updated the little spy balls that floated around Earth to also detect them but the couple hundred they had couldn't cover much of the planet. The pair's suicide, not unprecedented for her paeple if incredibly rare, had probably been for the best. Sylvans didn't really have a justice system and both Angie's and Kim's mothers had vowed brutal revenge. Vicki hated them too but didn't want that, it could escalate dangerously. She was reminded of the days after they'd awakened to find all of the senior leaders dead in their booths and the horrific messages from the first expedition, itself doomed by treachery. An unfortunate precedent. Panic had been a knife's edge away. Anna had stepped up and the nickname they'd given her before their starship had left home had become a title of respect. This time though, Vicki knew she was many things but she was no Queen. No one left among them was. And this hadn't simply been an accident, a failure of cutting edge tech. "... Sheryl Grace is the leader. She has a team of human terrorists. Find them. Stop them. We'll never meet in peace if you do not." Despite the fact Jayne the Cat and Sheryl lived in the same city, they'd barely been acquainted, their professional and social circles intersected little. The older woman had disappeared soon after the crash and not even the assets the rising reporter could call on had tracked her. Carole's reaction had been beyond Vicki's ability to read. It had been by video since she'd refused a visit. She'd had her daughter on her lap, the almost-toddler's resemblance to her father clear even to an alien born thirty- two light years away and over two centuries ago. Had Anna broken their vow to the child's mother? There'd been no indication she had in those last moments but only she and Peter knew for sure. It had been cruel, Vicki thought, but it had been Carole's price for her peace, that he not be told until she allowed it. Anna had the techs put up filters that Peter had respected despite his sneaking into almost every computer on the fleet. It was still surprising the secret had held. But hadn't it been as cruel that Anna had played that card just before she'd split them? A subtle spike of the dispenser in their quarters had 'fixed' his sperm and had deactivated her contraception without their knowledge until Carole's inevitable discovery a couple of months after moving. And Carole's edge of realism, of cynicism, was a valuable addition to their educational system. The travails of two fleets made clear that her paeple needed a more honed edge if they were to survive here. Vicki worried for her own daughter. But considering that daughter was a genetically-modified alien spy born on a spaceship through a melding of three separate sets of genes of those aliens? This worry was only another tick on top. Queen Anna and Vicki had designed their's and Ian's daughter to be strong and with Peter's training touches she'd be able to beat two, three, possibly four male humans senseless in a straight up fight. And she was whip-smart. She'd cried. Once. Then she'd dried her tears and made a simple statement she'd find them. Peter had prepped her well. And Jayne wasn't just her contact, but her friend. The recording ended and Vicki wiped her cheeks. It was eerie, some similarities. Unlike most liquids, tears were essentially the same between humans and the recent arrivals, both chemically and in their health and emotional meanings. There were lots of decisions to be made. And no one to make them. She sighed. A Council meeting in the morning. They were all so well meaning. And useless. Vicki was Chief of Genetics. She was good. As good at it as her teacher and dear friend Queen Anna had been. Her insights had taken Anna's groundwork for changelings mostly to fruition. But as that was still incomplete so was another. Could she also be the Queen? She stepped to her bed and laid her robe over a chair and crawled into bed naked. She pulled up a recording of one of hers and Peter's phone sex nights. She'd gone where the Queen, for all of her confidence and daring, hadn't. Couldn't. She'd remind herself of that tomorrow. She hit play. ***** _I hope you enjoyed this tale. If you're interested in Peter's teacher turned policewoman Joyce Shaw's story, hot on the heels of this release is 'Chasing Robes & Shadows,' which follows their night at that fateful Halloween party and her searches for answers to what happened and what unfolds. You might also be interested in 'Chronicle: Mel & Chris Ch 04,' which follows the discoverers of the 'Caldicott-Bajevic Anomalies' and their own search for answers related to this tale and virgins._ _I didn't mention it up front but if you've read 'The Princess & the Queen' in Group Sex you've likely noticed this is also a sequel to that tale. And on that note, certain White Haired individuals just might've had a role to play in another series in 'NonHuman.'_ |
Note: If you're looking for dirty hardcore sex, this is NOT the page for you. Some scenes in this story were actually based on personal life experience. I hope you enjoy! Hi my name is Katherine, a 39 year old housewife and mom from Florida. I'm 5'11 tall, 34b, with slender built, and dirty blonde hair. My long smooth legs are my best feature, and I enjoy showing them off to anybody who appreciates. \---------------------------------- STEVE: Hello Honey. Are you there? KATHY: Yes I'm here. Just got back from the supermarket. How's New York? STEVE: Not too bad I guess. Can't wait to be back home soon. I miss you. KATHY: Aww I miss you too Honey. Are you at your office now? STEVE: Yeah. Having my lunch break right now. KATHY: So, have you eaten? STEVE: Yes Honey. I finished early. I'm glad I found time to chat. KATHY: Me too Honey. The kids kept asking about you. They miss you too. STEVE: Send them my hugs and kisses. KATHY: Oh I will. We can't wait 'til your back home. STEVE: Are they with you right now? KATHY: Mark is in his room, while Kelly is out with her friends. STEVE: I see. What's my sexy wife wearing right now? KATHY: My white tank top, some cut off jeans, black thongs, and a pair of high heels. STEVE: Are your jeans cut very short? KATHY: Yes Honey. Mark cut it off for me. Knowing him, he did it too short. Right below my butt cheeks. STEVE: Oh naughty boy. He enjoys you showing off your long legs. KATHY: I can't blame him. He's just like his father. STEVE: Remember what I always tell you? KATHY: I know. I know. My sexy long legs should be shown off to everyone at all times. STEVE: Now that's my good girl. KATHY: Yes Honey. I never forget that. STEVE: Did anyone at the supermarket enjoy the view of your exposed legs on those little shorts? KATHY: A few shoppers and some of the employees. Just as usual. Most of them stared at my legs. STEVE: You know they wish they can feel the smooth skin on your legs, do you? KATHY: Yes Honey I do. STEVE: Very nice! I like that! KATHY: I know you do. STEVE: Tell me more Honey. KATHY: More what? STEVE: Anything. About your sexy long legs while I was away. KATHY: Hmm. Let me think. STEVE: C'mon Honey. KATHY: Well. There was this guy I shared a table with at the coffee shop right by the supermarket earlier. STEVE: Tell me. Tell me. KATHY: I had coffee before I started with my groceries. Like I said, I shared a table with him. STEVE: What was the guy like? KATHY: He was an old gentleman. A senior I think. He was probably waiting for his wife shopping. STEVE: How did you end up on the same table? Aren't there any vacant seats? KATHY: You know how small that coffee shop is. There are only 3 tables. I was lucky he offered me the seat right next to him in his table. STEVE: You're a tall sexy lady in shorts. Of course he will offer you a seat. KATHY: So I was having a cup of coffee next to him... STEVE: Then? KATHY: He rested his hand on my lap. STEVE: Whoah! Really? KATHY: Yes Honey. Don't worry I had my legs crossed. I hope you're not upset. STEVE: Oh no I'm not upset. It's actually turning me on. It's getting me hard right now. KATHY: You're so naughty Steve! STEVE: Don't mind me Honey. Go on. Tell me what happened. KATHY: It didn't take a few minutes. He started to rub my bare legs and thighs under the table. STEVE: Don't stop Kathy. Tell me everything. KATHY: He enjoyed feeling up my smooth thighs Honey. STEVE: Outer or Inner thighs? KATHY: My leg was crossed high over the other. He rubbed from my knee up my outer thigh to my butt cheek. Then he moved his hand back to my knee and rubbed up my inner thigh all the way inside my shorts, just touching my panties. STEVE: Did you like it? KATHY: He was very gentle. So yes I did. STEVE: Mmm. The thought of my leggy wife getting groped by an old stranger really turns me on. Why don't you feel your sexy long legs now exactly the same way he did to you. KATHY: Okay Honey. I am gently rubbing my thighs now just like the man did. My bare skin feels so soft and silky smooth. STEVE: God I love that. Mmm. Go on... KATHY: Oh no. I think I saw the old perv next door peeking at me again. STEVE: What? Where? KATHY: It's Mr. Anderson. I always catch him trying to peek at me and Kelly through our glass door. STEVE: The short old man next door? KATHY: Yes Honey. I can see him still there right now with his hand in his pants. I think he saw the way I rubbed my thighs. STEVE: Don't stop what your doing then. KATHY: Steve! Are you sure? STEVE: Yes. Let him enjoy the show. KATHY: If you say so. STEVE: Good girl. Give him a good leg show. Make sure he knows that you're aware of his pressence. KATHY: I'm making eye contact with him while I feel up my smooth legs and thighs. STEVE: Nice Kathy! You're doing great. KATHY: I hope you're enjoying yourself Steve. STEVE: Don't worry about me. Just make sure Mr. Anderson is happy. KATHY: Oh yes he is. He had his pants down while stroking his cock now watching me. STEVE: Let him in Honey. KATHY: What? Are you crazy? STEVE: I just figured it's better to let him in. The other neighbors might see him there playing with himself outside. We don't want that. KATHY: I guess you're right. STEVE: So? Did you let him in? KATHY: Yes I signaled him. The glass door isn't locked anyway. STEVE: Good girl. KATHY: Oh my. He's walking bottomless towards me now. I think he left his pants outside. STEVE: Okay. Now be nice to Mr. Anderson. KATHY: Honey. He sat behind me on this same chair I'm sitting on. STEVE: Mmm. Great. Tell me everything he does to my sexy wife. KATHY: Steve he is kissing me behind my neck. Both his hands are moving back and forth, feeling my bare thighs from my side. STEVE: I know you like your neck being kissed like that. KATHY: Yes... He is kissing lower on my shoulder now. Causing my strap to fall off. One of my breasts is exposed now! STEVE: Don't mind him baby. Just keep on chatting with me. Tell me everything he does. KATHY: Now both my breasts are exposed, and he is fondling them both while he keeps kissing my neck and shoulders. STEVE: Mmm. Yes! Are your nipples hard? KATHY: Yes Honey. STEVE: Go on. Keep telling me what's happening Kathy. KATHY: He has both his hands on my inner thighs now. Spreading my legs open. STEVE: So my sexy wife has her long legs spread open for Mr. Anderson? KATHY: Yes Honey. He is rubbing my inner thighs all the way inside my shorts. Right up to the sides of my panties. STEVE: You like that do you? KATHY: Yes Honey. He unbuttoned my shorts and pulled down the zip. His hands keep caressing my smooth thighs. STEVE: You think Mr. Anderson will fuck you? KATHY: I don't know Steve. His hand is inside the front of my panties now. Rubbing my bare pussy. His other hand still rubbing my smooth thigh. He is also licking the back of my ear. STEVE: Mmm. I bet your pussy is very wet. KATHY: Yes Honey. He is fingering my pussy. Oooooohhhhh. STEVE: Cum all over his finger Honey. KATHY: Ohhh I am now. Oooohhhh. Ooohhh. STEVE: God Kathy you're so hot. I wished I heard you moan while you came. KATHY: He is making me suck off my cum from his finger. STEVE: Do it good Honey! KATHY: I am sucking his finger now. STEVE: I wished I could see what he's been doing to you. KATHY: He stood us both up and he moved the chair away. I think he wants me standing while bent over this desk. STEVE: Cool. You can still type right? KATHY: Yes Honey. I am bent over this desk, legs closed together while I chat with you. STEVE: What's the old man doing now? KATHY: He is down behind me. Licking up and down my bare legs and thighs. His hands feeling them all over too. STEVE: It must be a fantasy come true for him. You know how those sexy long legs of yours affect people. KATHY: Oh my Honey... STEVE: What? KATHY: I can feel his hard cock crawling up between my silky smooth thighs. STEVE: Mmm. I like that Kathy. KATHY: I still have my high heels on. I am bent down from my waist. You know how short Mr. Anderson is. His cock keeps sliding up and down between my smooth thighs, while his hands squeezing my butt inside my shorts. STEVE: I can just imagine that. Mmm. I think I'm going to cum Kathy. KATHY: I think he is going to cum too. He is moaning loud now. He even pushed his thumb inside my butthole as he squeezed my ass inside my shorts. STEVE: God I'm cumming Honey. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. KATHY: Mr. Anderson is squrting his cum while he fucks between my bare thighs from behind. I can also feel his hairy balls rubbing against my soft smooth skin. STEVE: Close your legs tighter for him then. KATHY: I am. Oooohhh. His thumb deeper in my ass. STEVE: Mmm. Good job for him. KATHY: He let go now and walked away quickly to the door. My legs and thighs are dripping of that old man's cum. STEVE: You're so sexy Honey. Told you, everyone loves those sexy long legs of yours. KATHY: Well I guess so. I hope you enjoyed. STEVE: Yes I did. I need to get back to work now. Hope to catch you again tomorrow. KATHY: Okay Honey. Don't work to hard. I love you. STEVE: I love you. Bye. KATHY: Bye. Xxx. |
1. "Mommy? Who is he?" "He is the new gardener." "Mommy?" "Yes? Now what?" "I want him!" "You can't and you know why, now go back to sleep." "But mommy..." "Go back to sleep I said." I'm a drifter; I've been drifting around the land of the free, home of the brave for the last two years. Before that, I had a job, a good one, decent pay, great carrier in perspective but at some point it all went to shit. Why you ask, well not your fucking problem... I heard about the job at the diner. Big fancy secluded residence called "The Eternal Bliss", up in the mountains above town, in dire need of a new gardener. I'm good with my hands and my money stash was running dangerously dry. I got hired by a sweaty and fat old lady. First time I saw her in town I thought she was the local hobo, but she explained the job to me, got me settled at the local motel and paid me for my first week. Instructions were not to go in the houses, not to bother the owners and never, ever stay on the premises after night fall. Work was hard but the pay was good and I didn't have to talk to anyone which suits perfectly the state of mind I have been in for the last two years. The place was strange, half a dozen suburban homes plus one larger community building at the center of the residence, large garden areas, all the windows were mirrors and in the first days I worked there I never got to see any of the tenants. That day had started exactly like the previous three; I got up early, showered in my room at the motel and got in my car to go grab a breakfast at the diner. I arrived at the residence by nine. Dan the guard nodded his head as I passed through the gates. I nodded back. I went to the large shed where I stored the tools and started working. Planned for today I had a lot on my plate as I had been delayed the day before by a reluctant dead tree. By noon I was still late on my schedule so I decided to skip lunch. I went on working all the afternoon. When finally I finished mowing the last garden I realized that the sun was setting over the mountains. I hurried to the shed to park the little tractor and got my stuff. As I was locking the heavy metal doors, my attention got attracted by two women coming out the nearest house. They didn't seem to notice me so I stayed in the shadow and observed. Owners... I don't know if it was the thrill of the taboo or the beauty of the women but I couldn't stop watching. One of them seemed younger than the other but besides that they looked pretty alike, sisters maybe, clearly related to each other. They were both blondes with very long hair; the young one had hers loose on her shoulders where the older one had it tied up in a strict bun high over her head. Despite the distance I noticed their deep green eyes, almost animal, kind of glowing in the dim light of the mountain evening. The younger one was wearing a long white dress made of some strange a rough fabric. The older one was wearing a man's tuxedo with a flashy red neck tie. Their skin was terrifyingly pale. They turned in the street walking away from me, allowing me to check on their beautiful silhouettes. Long after they had disappeared into the large building in the center of the community, I stay unable to clear my mind of the beauty of the vision. Finally, after a while I managed to get my senses back and walk to my car. Dan had obviously been gone for a while, so I had to open the large portal to the outside world. After doing so and starting the engine I heard a terrible scream coming from inside the residence. The chill that went down my spine told me that the time wasn't for heroics so I drove away as cool as I could almost throwing my car in the ravine twice. The scream haunted my dreams for many nights. A few weeks later I was working on the (geraniums) in the garden of the house the two women came from when I heard a noise coming from behind me. I turned around to find the younger woman standing in the shadow of the porch of her house. She looked as beautiful and pale as the other night. "Hum, hi," I said. "Hi," she answered. We stared at each other in silence for a while, I don't know for her but I wasn't able to find something clever to say and couldn't convince myself to leave so abruptly. From up close she looked younger than the other night. Barely eighteen I would have said if asked, but her eyes were those of a much more mature woman, void of the innocence of the young adults, a bit like mine or so I have been told. She was magnificent. I had to force myself to close my mouth. "I've been observing you." She finally said. "Ah?" I replied. "I like the way you look, you seem strong," she continued. "Ah?" "My mother and the others wouldn't approve of me talking to you but I don't care and anyway they're all asleep." "Oh?" "I saw you the other night by the shed. You got lucky, my mother didn't. Anyway I'm tired now but it was a pleasure talking to you... See you." "See you." She turned around and closed the door. Once again I stood there for a while unable to move or say anything. I cursed myself for not being able to talk to her. Not that I am in the porn fantasy of the gardener fucking the young girl of the house or anything but usually I'm better with words than that. I managed to finish my day's work and went back to my motel. I took a hot and long shower, cleaning away the soreness off my muscles. When I went back into the room with just a towel around my waist I froze. There she was, sitting on the worn out couch by the window. The door was locked just like it had been when I went to shower. She was holding my gun, playing around with it. "How..." I started but I stopped realizing that she was now pointing the old Glock towards my chest. "Put that down, it´s not a toy!" She looked serious but a hint of mischief ran behind her eyes. The gun didn't move. Her finger was on the trigger pushing slowly. "What a crude weapon," she said "a beautiful mechanic but so barbarian, no courage in it..." I tried to move out of the line of fire, but the dark muzzle of the handgun followed me. "Tonight is hunting night," she continued, "everyone is out of town but I wanted to see you so I gave them the slip and I came here." She put the gun down and smiled at me. Finally I managed to relax, my shoulders went down, I was able to breathe. "Aren't you happy to see me?" She didn't leave me the time to answer and continued "what a silly question, of course you're happy to see me, I can see it" She was looking at the towel around my waist. The bulge my dick made under it was actually sort of painful. She stood and licked her lips. "No..." I said as she walked towards me, "wait you're too young" She laughed a crystalline laugh sending her head backwards. When she looked back at me her green eyes burned with a reddish glow. With her hand she cupped my balls and felt the contour of my cock. "I'd love to play with that but I haven't eaten tonight and it would be a shame to wear you off so soon..." She kissed me deeply, turned around and disappeared through the wall. Her cold saliva on my lips and the pain between my legs convinced me that I hadn't been hallucinating. I threw all my belongings into my bag grabbed my gun and left the room. The reception lights were on, I went in. A TV was playing in the next room. I left the room key and two hundred dollar bills under it to cover my tab, jumped into my car and drove away from this place. By daybreak I had crossed the state line and was starting to fall asleep when I finally convinced myself to make a pit stop at a gas station. As the teenager filled my tank I asked for a phone. The machine was so old it had a dial wheel. After three trials I managed to dial a number in Virginia. Nobody was home as it was pretty early but I left a message asking for information telling I would call back later. I drove four more hours and stopped in the suburbs of a medium sized city. There, I rented a room in the first hotel I could find and dialed the same number again after a long shower and two pots of coffee. "Hello Mike, did you get my info?" "Jack? You son of a bitch, no christmas card, no congratulations on the wedding of my daughter, no nothing and you expect me to do your biding just like this?" "Yes." "You could say please at least." "Stop fucking around I think it's important." "Okay, okay, the Eternal Bliss residence, not a very public bunch if I may, the community was founded just after the second world war, that´s pretty much all you can gather officially, the IRS has twelve people leaving there reasonable income, nothing at the FBI, nothing at the CIA, I tried the NSA but they have no registered phone there nor internet connection, who are those guys by the way, Amish?" "I don't think so, didn't you get anything else?" "Yes and no." "What do you mean?" "No I didn't find anything else but I got a pretty strange visit." "Go on." "You remember Karl? He used to work for covert operations, when you were here." "Yes I remember." "Well, he went up the ladder and now he works for one of the deputy directors as a personal assistant of some sort." "Okay and what´s up with him?" "He stepped into my office about an hour after I started enquiring about your Eternal Bliss friends." "And..." "And he ordered me to stop looking into it, literally: stop looking into that or else..." "Shit you're serious?" "Now who's the dick? Of course I'm serious!" "And did you?" "Did what?" "Stop looking into it?" "You should know me better; my ol' pal Jack calls me and asks me for help, of course I'll overhear direct orders from a deputy director, for what I could find, anyway... Anyway what´s up with it?" I told him my little story omitting the wall walking part. "That´s creepy I agree but I don't see why you contacted me. Not that I don't appreciate hearing from you but don't you think you're over thinking it?" "Yes probably, thanks a lot." "Why you don't you come down here so we can catch up?" "Not yet; I still have to make a bit of thinking." "Man they've been dead for two years now and you've been thinking about it, I don't think that's the best way to get over it. Anyway, it's your call." "See you, Mike." "Bye Jack, don't be a stranger." Despite the fact that I hadn't slept, the coffee in my system decided that it wasn't time for me to sleep so I went to the bar of the hotel and started drinking. By six o'clock I was already pretty drunk. I paid my tab and crawled to my room. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head touched the pillow. I dreamt and it was pretty weird as for the last two year I've taught myself not to dream. In my dream, I was back in my room with the young girl. She was still holding my dick but instead of leaving she took me to the bed and forced me on my back. I could feel the rough fabric of the cheap bed cover scratching my ass. I was hard. She lifted her long white dress before impaling herself on me. Her screams mixed pain, pleasure and sorrow in a strange imitation of a cat´s purr. She bended over me and whispered to my hear: "run." Everything went to black. I was now digging a hole in one of the gardens of the Eternal Bliss residence. I was surrounded by shadows, dead shadows. Shadows of my dead and shadows of other dead. Many dead surrounded me as I dug my own tomb. The deeper I dug, the darker it was all becoming around me. As the darkness closed in on me a hand wrapped around my hand and pulled me out of the hole. "Run," she said again. I woke up. The darkness of my dream was replaced by the darkness of my room. A comforting artificial light was breaking through the curtains. The digital clock of the TV told me it was 3:22 AM. I was covered in sweat. I turned on the light, I wasn't alone. A girl was sitting on my room´s chair. I reached for the Glock under my pillow but I stopped when I realized that she was asleep. I stood and walked to her. Her hair was dark and greasy. Her breath was jerky. She was wearing a pair of jean, a black rock band T-shirt and a leather jacket that might have known better days in the middle ages. She wasn't older than twenty and her face was covered with dirt. A runaway. Her sleep was uneasy. Her head rolled to a side. A thick and dirty scab of dried blood covered the base of her neck. I checked her pockets: A pack of cigarettes, a Zippo lighter, twenty bucks in small change, no papers. I slapped her. "..." She looked at me terrified. "How did you get in here?" I asked. She kept looking at me terrified, mute as a tomb. "I..." She started, "... I don't know." Something in her empty glance convinced me that she was sincere. I went and checked the door. It was closed. I went and checked the window. It was closed too. I dressed and started gathering my things. "What happened to me?" She asked. Without answering I threw my bag over my shoulder. I checked my gun and went to the door. I peaked in the hallway: no one. "Who are you?" She asked. I turned and stared at her. She looked so much like my own daughter. Indecisive I stood there. Suddenly she jumped to her feet and rushed in the bathroom. She vomited profusely. I went in and helped her, holding her hair above her head. She looked at me thankfully. "Thanks," she muttered with her stained mouth. She looked at the shower and then at me. I nodded and went back in the room. I lit one of the girl's cigarettes while sitting on the bed. After a while I picked up the phone. "Reception, how can I help you?" "Room 312 here, did you..." I stopped. "Did you let a wounded runaway teenager into my room?" wasn't the type of questions you could hope an acceptable answer for. Either he had or hadn't, but if he hadn't the question would raise far too many other questions. "...get my bill ready, I'll be leaving in the next thirty minutes." I finished knowing deep inside that my night was over. When I hung up the phone the girl was standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She was naked. Her perky breasts reminded me of my unfinished business with the blonde girl less than 24 hours before. "I can't remember when I took my last shower. That felt wonderful," she said her eyes lost in a lusty mist "I feel so horny..." Now clean, the wound on her neck looked far too familiar. Two punctures with a large patch of white skin around it, two stabs made by fangs, two holes used to drain the blood of the weak, to drain their candor, their innocence, a wound just like the ones I had found on my daughter's and wife's bodies a long time ago. For the last year I had hoped I wouldn't have to see those again. "Get dressed, we have to go" "But..." "If you want to live you will shut the fuck up and do as I say". 2. When our daughter went to college my wife and I realized that our wedding had been dead for a long time. She had cheated on me on several occasions and the only reason I hadn't was because of my work. Retrospectively thinking, she had probably cheated on me because of my work. In the last ten years of our wedding the only thing that had held us together was our growing daughter. The moment she had crossed the door the untold failure of our marriage had become obvious and my wife and I had decided to separate. She kept the house and I went to live in one of my agency's witness protection apartment buildings. We kept in touch and by a common agreement we didn't tell our daughter about our separation. The next thanksgiving, our daughter came back to us with a girlfriend. What can I say? My wife and I had met during the civil rights movement and we didn't mind having a lesbian daughter. The girl in question was called Berenice and unbeknownst to us she had just been contaminated with the scourge that would destroy my family and my future. She had been terribly sick for three days before turning into the nightmare that would rob me of any hope of happiness again. She had emerged from our guest's bedroom as a wolf in sheep's clothing. My daughter had begged us to allow the two of them to share a room that evening, my wife and I had protested for appearance's sake knowing the three of us that the answer would be obviously positive. Damn this progressive thinking! If I had refused maybe that Berenice would have come after us first and maybe I would have been able to stop her before she committed the irredeemable act. That night, my wife actually had been turned on by the screams of our daughter. We had fucked like we hadn't since the first years of our wedding. And as my wife sucked my sperm, our daughter was drained of her blood. The night after, Berenice and my daughter had gone after my wife. I was out buying milk for next morning's breakfast. When I came back the monsters were rapping my wife on our couch, the same couch where my daughter and I had enjoyed so many afternoons watching sports on TV. Killing Berenice and my daughter in self defense hadn't been so hard. Taking care of my wife, watching her turn and finally having to put her down as an animal, that had struck a terrible blow to my sanity. The day after, I gave up my badge and went after the ones who had been responsible for Berenice's contamination. I had wiped them, or so I thought. At the time, the cleansing of that damn leeches' nest had been all over the news. The police and the FBI searched for nearly a year without making any progress. Nobody ever made the connection between the terrifying Harvard bombings and the tragic but so accidental death of three women in a fire in the Washington suburbs. 3. "I'm sorry Mommy, but I wanted him so bad!" "You've put us all in a complicated situation; you know we were supposed to hide here. Wait for a few more years before the system crumbled and we could take back our rightful place in the world." "I know but I felt a connection with him, I wanted him to be with us, be with me." On the passenger seat, by my side, Mary, as she had told me her name was, had been sleeping for the whole trip. The mountains and their monsters were far behind us now and the sun was setting behind them. I was starting to feel tired and had to rest. I woke the girl, she looked worn off, her skin was paler than before and her canines looked longer and sharper. "We have to stop now, we should be out of their reach and you need to eat something." "Yes," she whispered "so hungry, so thirsty," she paused "so horny..." Her transformation was faster than I remembered, my wife had forced herself on me two nights after she had been raped. My mind wandered away under the memory of the last moments of happiness I had enjoyed with my wife, my last moments of relative normality. Earlier I had left a message for Mike asking him for directions. I needed guns, something with a little more punch than my Glock and a lot of explosives. A lot. Our destination was a safe house, where I would find the necessary material to take care of the inhabitants of the eternal bliss, but I knew she needed real food to fight off the infection so we stopped at a small diner by the road. A white mobile home that had been behind us for a while on the desert road stopped too. I waited for the passengers to come out but when the old couple came out I was relieved. The redhead young girl behind the counter looked bored. I ordered three rare steaks, a lot of fries and a large bucket of ice cream. I only took a mug of coffee. Mary devoured her food while telling me her story. She had run from a dysfunctional family in the Middle West and managed to stay away from drugs. She had travelled around away from larger cities, whoring herself for passage and food. She had planned to find a job somewhere in the south but before she wanted to travel a bit. To a certain extent and despite everything her life on the road had been good. She was sleeping in a deserted interstate rest area when a beautiful lady had approached her. After that all that she could remember was a long and very pleasant dream before waking up to me in my room the night before. As she was telling me that she closed her eyes and stayed silent for a moment. Small tears ran down her cheeks when she opened her eyes again, her lips parted to let out a silent whimper of pleasure. After finishing her meal she excused herself and went to the ladies. I knew that all the food was going down the toilet but it would help her take her mind off the urges that were starting to rise in her guts. I paid and left the dinner to wait by the car, smoking a cigarette. I could see the old couple sitting by a window. They looked back at me. I threw the cigarette butt and lit another one. The old couple was still staring at me. The white mobile home was sitting there in the middle of the parking. Its door was ajar. I walked to it. When I got close a strong rotting smell hit me. I took out my gun and rushed back towards the dinner but I knew it was already too late. The old couple was still sitting in their booth, their cold coffee mugs left untouched in front of them. Heavy panting was coming from the kitchen. The cheap neon light flickered in the narrow room. As I rushed in the small kitchen I nearly stumbled upon a man, the cook probably, sitting on the floor holding his guts in his hands, a look of disbelief in his now dead eyes. Behind him, on the aluminium work surface the redhead waitress, her pink uniform torn open was slowly dying from blood loss. Her pale skin was covered in multiple tiny parallel punctures wounds. In the middle of this chaos a tall Albino looked at me. On her knees, covered with the waitress' blood, Mary was avidly sucking on his dick. "Hello Jack! It´s been a while, how are your daughter and wife?" The Albino said in a terrible laugh. I raised the Glock, took my time to aim, and shot three bullets in his head. I knew this wouldn't stop him but it would at least give me some time. I grabbed Mary by the arm and pulled her away from the Albino. Reluctantly she cowered under my arm and followed me through the restaurant. The old couple started to stand. Once again my gun spoke, twice, throwing them back in their respective seats. I couldn't have them helping the albino regenerate and technically they were already dead, they just didn't know it. I threw Mary in my car and walked to the mobile home. I kicked the reservoir open, tossed a cloth into it and lit the vehicle on fire. The night sky lit in my rearview mirror when the vehicle exploded. I know they tell you that cars only explode in movies but I can guarantee you that, in my experience, fuel, the enclosed space of the gas tank and fire do make a great firework combination. Mary looked completely lost. She stared at me and started working my zipper. I slapped her. Taken of guard her head bounced against the window, sending her into a forced sleep. Time was already of the essence if I wanted to save her and the Albino had made it even more urgent to get rid of her maker. The Albino... A tough son of a bitch... I thought I had killed him. I had tried once but this time I would do it properly. 4. My wife and I had studied in Harvard; that´s actually were we had met. I had majored in political science and she had in economics. We were both so proud to have our daughter follow our footsteps. But the last time I had been there my mind wasn't focused on academics honors. The scheme run by the Albino and his nest was a pretty simple one: he had overtaken a secret society and was recruiting into the brightest and most beautiful members of the surrounding fraternities and sororities. By the time I caught up with him he had already turned 14 future highly productive members of the society and constituted a steady harem of over seven hundred students. The girl who had destroyed my life had been a mistake, an newly born monster who hadn't controlled her feeding and had hidden her mishap from his master. From the shadows I had done what I had been paid to do all my life: observe, assess and destroy. Every week or so, they would gather in the secret´s society not so secret HQ to discuss potential candidates and ravel in bloody orgies. Planting the bombs had proven a bit more complicated than expected as I had been captured and invited to the secret meeting as the main course. At the moment I was so desperate that, in total disregard to my own life, I had managed to set the bombs off in the middle of the orgy. The Albino directing the festivities had taken the full blast of the explosion. A falling wall had saved me from it. I had dug up myself and fled the scene before the authorities had arrived and disappeared into the crowd. A few papers I had found during my investigation had allowed me to spot and take out the financers behind the Albino. When the dust had settled I was the last man standing and I had thought that I had ridden the US from this scourge. Apparently I was wrong. 5. "Mommy?" "Yes?" "Do we really have to kill him?" "You know we do..." "I'm so sorry Mommy, I never meant this to happen." "I know, don't worry now." Mary was sound asleep when I reached the warehouse in the early lights of the morning. I loaded the trunk with enough firepower to lower a little mountain. As a matter of fact, it was exactly what I had planned to do. Over the years in the operations I had planned many assassinations, some made to look as accidents, others as a political clean statement, other still as a nasty warning for those who dared challenge the US. Most of the time, I had succeeded. One thing I had learned was that the more complex the plan the higher the chances of failure. The time had come for me to get back into business again. I had the monsters in my target once and I had failed. That was a luxury I couldn't afford again. I locked Mary in a small walk in fridge used to store special compounds. I knew that cold wasn't an issue for her anymore. I wired the fridge with a bomb set to explode in ninety six hours later. If I wasn't back by then, Mary would be lost anyway and I couldn't be responsible for releasing yet another of those creatures on the world. I then slept until mid afternoon and took the road back to where this little adventure had started. The road was long, but by keeping the pedal near to the floor I would be in sight of the residence by dawn's early lights. Pumped up on coffee and a cocktail composed by the chemists of the agency to keep snipers awake and highly aware of their environment I drove through the night. The crash would come swiftly in 48 hours but if everything went right, it would be all over by then. The small road that had taken so many times during the time I worked at the Eternal Bliss looked a lot creepier in the grayish light that precedes the dawn. I parked behind a bush and readied myself. Three large bags of high power explosives, a Israeli side arm, a French shotgun and a German SMG all fully loaded with dumdum bullets and shells and a lot of ammo on my back. It took me twenty minutes to reach the large fence around the residence; I was sweating like a pig. I observed the interior of the compound. The creatures would now be going to sleep. I spotted two figures moving from shadow to shadow. I waited twenty more minutes and got in. I started working. By noon it was all ready. Ready to blow up. I took out Dan, the guard and carried him to his car. I drove us both away from the blast zone. I locked him in his trunk to be found by the authorities when they would come to investigate the explosion. I sat behind the wheel of my car and smoked a cigarette. I threw the butt out the window grabbed the remote and pressed the button. 6. I haven't been totally honest with you. The truth is that besides rigging the place I did check that this time I wouldn't miss any of them. I searched house after house, making sure that the coffins would be destroyed either by the explosion or the subsequent fires. I found the Albino sleeping, arms around the waist of his last victim a young Asian woman. The room reeked of sex and the bite marks on the girl were deep and many. I made sure that this time he wouldn't come back. I stuck the explosives for his house between him and the corpse of the girl. Gorged on blood as he was, he merely grunted when I lifted his arm to plant the bomb. I left the house where it had all began for last. I found the older blonde, readied her for her last trip and went searching for the younger one. But she wasn't asleep, she was crying. With her tear covered cheeks, she looked at me and I flinched. "You came back?" She said. "Yes," I answered. "Are you here to kill us all?" "Yes." "Will you kill me too?" I stopped. Would I kill her too? The moment I paused, it was already too late. I wrapped her in a blanket and helped her out of the compound. I hid her in my trunk until the sun would go down. She turned me that same night on the back seat of my car, initiated to the ways of the immortals the same way I had been to sex some 25 years earlier. Together we went and released Mary. My mistress was the one who had left her in my room, as a gift. My mistress and Mary are my family now and this time I won't let anyone take them from me. Part 1 Most people know what an isolation tank is. The first, according to my reading, was built by the Samadhi Tank Company. These tanks are also known as flotation tanks. The subject floats because of magnesium salts placed in the water. In the beginning, a clinical physician name of Eddie Jessup(William Hurt) is in a tank that in the movie was a copper pill-shaped vessel where Dr. Jessup floated in a type of diving suit that permitted him to breathe. Next in the movie, Jessup goes to a party and meets Emily, an anthropologist with a Phd. like Jessup himself. Both have doctorates in science, Jessup's particular field is schizophrenia. The two doctors leave the party and make love on the couch. Eddie Jessup acts rather strange, and it isn't the last time. The doctor talks about being at his father's bedside in the hospital. Jessup is depressed by the death. Apparently the physician is himself suffering from a chemical imbalance. Weeks later, Dr. Jessup takes another tank trip in the copper tank, where he sees a goat, and this is definitely a vision from Revelations. There is no mention of the doctor taking hallucinogenons at this time, but that is not ruled out. Tank trips can make the subject have visions or hallucinations without the use of psychedelics. The next time we the doctor he is with other doctors. Jessup got his wish, and we see a young woman taking some type of drug similar to LSD. Emily meets him there and basically proposes to Jessup herself, not wanting to wait around anymore. He says yes. Part 2 Jessup and his wife are living in Boston, years later, and run into Dr. Rosenberg and his wife. Rosenberg comments on all the clothes on the bed in the master bedroom. He thinks Emily is a lousy housekeeper. But the truth is the Jessups are are divorcing. Rosenberg downgrades Jessup, telling the other doctor how lucky he is to have Emily. By this time, Jessup has opened up to Rosenberg about his idea about Central America. They all go out to eat, and I believe that the scientist from Central America is in The Godfather.In Central America, Jessup persuades his guide(also a scientist), to ask the "brooker" to be included in the ceremony. I could not find this word, not sure of spelling or orignin. Like a chieftain, he presides over the native ceremony. The Indians all drink some of a mixture that has powerful psychedelic properties. The important thing to remember is that this real ceremony takes place where these Indians live, and as a group. Part 3 Eddie Jessup drinks some of the mixture after a fearful experience where he thinks the brooker is going to douse his hand in the soup. After that, Jessup leaves the ceremonial cave and goes outside. He sees a Komodo dragon, and the dragon becomes Emily in all her glory. Then the sands blow over them. Jessup is obsessed with finding out more about the potent mixture, and also has his estranged wife on his mind. Eddie, with the blessings of the chieftain, takes the substance back to Boston with him. Burly endocrinologist Dr. Parrish becomes interested in the experiments, and fusses out the two other doctors for legal violations. The drug has not been tested by any authority. While the three doctors are in a different tank room something strange happens to Eddie in the tank. Parrish knows something essential to Jessup's tank trip, but he isn't saying. Part 4 Jessup has found a tank at the university and is anxious to try it out, taking a tank trip and taking some of the psychedelic mixture. But before that happens he has a lovemaking session with one of his students. While with her, the doctor's muscle tone goes through tremendous changes. Not bewildered, the doctor is in fact delighted that he is going through physiological changes. Not long after, Emily, comes back from Africa. The two appear to be on decent terms. But after an argument with Emily about the tank experiments, Jessup takes off and goes back to the tank room in the basement of the school. There, something terrible and wonderful happens. Emily and Dr. Parrish look in the doctor's various haunts and find Jessup in jail. Part 5 and Epilogue In the final tank trip of the movie, the tank room goes through a wild metamorphosis, all caused by the tank trip Jessup is having. The doctor is saved by another doctor, his wife. It is very dramatic how this happens. The other doctors take Jessup home and Emily appears to go through shock. One of the lighter parts of Altered States is when Parrish, the endocrinologist, blows up at Rosenberg and Jessup, stating all his credentials and is total disbelief of what Jessup confirms as reality. Parrish thinks Jessup has had a TIA in an earlier trip where Jessup has blood all over his face. So, if you do not get anything else meaningful out of AS, you see the closeness and the bonding between the three doctors. Bob Balaban has been in some very popular movies, including Close Encounters of The Third Kind. I heard his say in an interview that people, fans have approached him and showed more interest in Altered States than any other movies he has done. If you've never seen this cult classic, you will see that the story is superior to the effects. The movie is controversial today. Some people say it sucks, some love it. There is much to be desired here, because it is phenomenological, and at the same time no other movie is like it. There is a lot of discussion on the web about the book, by Paddy Chayefsky, and the writer's disillusionment about the movie. This happens a lot. I have read the book, but the movie keeps one interested. I have seen it many, many times. |
Welcome to my life. My name is Henderson Pitts. A six-foot-two, lean and muscular young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Deval Patrick College, a private school named after the state's first African-American Governor. Built in 2007, the school officially welcomed its first class, made up of eighteen hundred students, in August of 2008. I'm a proud member of the class of 2012. A lot of people who meet me think my life is easy. I don't know where they get that impression. Just because I attend a private school doesn't mean I have money. My classmates sure do, though. A lot of Boston's elite African-American families decided to send their sons and daughters to the brand-new Deval Patrick College, and currently students of color, whether African-American, Native American, Hispanic or Asian, combined to make up forty two percent of the student body. Sometimes, I feel ill at ease on campus. Why? I'm not a member of the rich upper class. I'm actually attending Deval Patrick College on a student-athlete scholarship. I'm a swimmer, by the way. Yes, black men can be collegiate swimmers too. Get used to it. The Deval Patrick College Department of Athletics sponsors men's baseball, women's softball, men's and women's basketball, men's and women's swimming, women's archery, men's and women's cross country, men's and women's volleyball, men's and women's golf, men's and women's tennis, men's and women's soccer, men's football and women's gymnastics. We compete in the NCAA Division Two. In my classes and at the gymnasium, I'm surrounded by fascinating young men and women. Students from South Africa, Ireland, Liberia, Brazil, the Republic of Haiti, Jamaica, Ukraine and other places make Deval Patrick a very diverse school. Sometimes, it seems really like a cool place to be. I guess my optimism would soon prove to be misplaced. I was determined to make the most of my college experience. I knew the dos and don'ts of the collegiate world. Collegiate America is a fast-paced, politically correct world. Even at the most liberal schools, don't think racism isn't present. Rich white families don't really like the idea of their sons and daughters mingling with the sons and daughters of African-American, Asian and Hispanic families. They don't say it, of course. But I can tell. They smile too much, or stare too much when they see me. I guess even though the President of America is a Black man, and we have Black people serving as Governors and Senators, white people still have a staring problem when they see a Black male student on campus. Racism in higher education is here to stay. Even as Caucasians find themselves becoming minorities in an increasingly multiracial and multicultural America. Just chuck it up to bigotry and the human tendency to mistreat those who are different. Now, just because the rich white students were uppity bigots didn't mean the black students welcomed me with open arms. As the only non-white member of the men's swimming team, I had a lot of attention. Most of it was unwanted. The black students thought I was an odd duck for swimming competitively in the first place. And the white students thought I was invading their territory. I guess they don't like black athletes succeeding in white-dominated sports. It must kill them that a black man dominates the men's professional golf tournament and two black women dominate the elite and elitist world of women's professional tennis. And here I was, a black guy determined to dominate in collegiate swimming. Yeah, they didn't like me. I was used to it. In high school, as a tall black male athlete, I was expected to play football or basketball, or perhaps run track. I didn't do any of the above. Rather, I was a varsity swimmer and a varsity hockey player. Yes, I strapped on the helmet and laced my skates like everyone else before playing varsity ice hockey. I was actually good at those sports. Because the media made a big deal out of it, I became famous. The other guys on the hockey and swimming teams didn't like me. I ignored them and continued to excel. That's how I won myself a scholarship to swim for the first-ever private college named an African-American politician in the state of Massachusetts. Ignore the haters. That's what my grandfather Alphonse told me time after time. His advice has always served me well. The Deval Patrick College campus was a very lively place. Politicians, actors and other famous people were always visiting. And that wasn't half as cool as you might think. I didn't like it when VIPs came on campus. They always cause an uproar, one way or the other. I prefer it when the school is nice and quiet. Too much excitement is a bad thing in my sincere opinion. Where I come from, we have a little too much excitement. Growing up in the city of Brockton, also called the city of champions, I learned to value peace and quiet when I could find them. The madness of collegiate America is not something I intend to let interfere with my life. The social scene at Deval Patrick College was quite insane. Students mostly hung out with those most like themselves. The Hispanic students hung out with other Hispanics, and the Black students and Asian students did the same. The rich white students mostly kept to themselves. There were exceptions to this, of course. It seemed the thing to do for young white women to get Black and Hispanic boyfriends. Especially the athletic ones. And this royally pissed off the Black women and the Hispanic women on campus. The white guys weren't thrilled about it either. Interracial dating isn't as taboo as it once was in America, but that doesn't mean everyone fully embraces or even tolerates it when folks date outside of their race. I don't care if some Black guy dates a Hispanic woman, an Asian broad or even a white chick. Or if some Black chick is actually into white guys. Personally, it's not my cup of tea but whatever's clever, you know. I find myself in quite a quagmire on campus. Most of the Black male student- athletes were dating outside of their race. Particularly guys from the football, basketball and cross country teams, which are quite expectedly Black-dominated. I don't get what the attraction is. I've seen some white chicks who are pretty, but they don't really do it for me. Hispanic women look really hot, and Black women are the hottest ones of all in my opinion. Unfortunately, finding a Black woman without an attitude problem in collegiate America is like looking for Atlantis. It's just not feasible. You'll find the Yeti before you find such a unique person. Still, I hold out hope. I'm not going to join the fast-growing club of Black college men who chase white chicks to all the corners of the city. People have such short memories. Many Black men have gone down due to being accused of sexual misconduct by white women throughout American history. Whether they're innocent or guilty, once those broads accuse them, they're finished. I'm not trying to end up like them. To me, these white broads are more trouble than they're worth. Interracial dating isn't for me. Let some other adventurous Black men try it. There are so many gorgeous Black women at the Deval Patrick College campus. My preference is for tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black women. I have always loved Black women. Growing up, I had pictures of Janet Jackson, Toni Braxton and Pam Grier in my room. I've never been one to lust after the likes of Sharon Stone, Jennifer Lopez or any other non-Black starlets. Yet when I approach these Black women on campus, they're really not feeling me. This has caused me to take a hard look at myself. Rejection can happen to any man. It's all about what you do afterwards. You can let it weaken you, or make it a learning experience and improve your game. I chose to do the latter. I'm six-foot-two and weigh one hundred and seventy pounds. I'm one of a few Black male swimmers in New England-area intercollegiate athletics. I'm also the captain of my college's swim team, a first in NCAA history. I major in business administration and currently have a 3.45 GPA. I'm physically fit, and facially speaking I'm not a bad-looking man. I've been told I look like TV actor Lee Thompson Young or a younger version of Hollywood superstar Will Smith. I stay clean, and wear dress shirt and silk pants to class. I don't believe in wearing clothes that are too casual. Even to go to class, I dress professionally. As a Black male student, I have an image to maintain. The world automatically assumes all Black men are criminals, thugs, and can only succeed as athletes and entertainers. Well, I'm going to be a corporate mogul someday. After graduating from Deval Patrick College in 2012, I'm heading to Suffolk University for my MBA. I have it all planned out. I come from a good family. My father, Henry Pitts, is a sergeant with the police department of my not-so-quiet hometown. My mother Elisabeth James Pitts is a regional manager for a chain of department stores. She met my father while they were both attending the University of Massachusetts, in the early 1980s. My elder brother Matthew is in his junior year at the Massachusetts Maritime Academy. He wants to join the U.S. Coast Guard someday. My sister Ruth is a sophomore at Pine Manor College. We own the Victorian house in which we live in Brockton's quiet, kind of affluent west side. I love my family and I'm very proud of them. They inspire me. Maybe I' m just not the type of guy that the young Black women at Deval Patrick College want. After all, I've seen some beautiful, educated young Black women dismiss Black college men to chase thugs, gangsters and drug dealers. I can't see the attraction. Maybe I'm not meant to. Or maybe it's a good thing that I can't seem to find a woman to be with right now. I mean, I'm busy with schoolwork and swimming. Dating someone seriously would mean reorganizing my priorities and I can't do that. Besides, all kinds of bad things can happen to a guy if he dates the wrong woman. Who's to say I didn't luck out by being single? I don't know. Life isn't easy. And the life of a Black man in America is dangerous, filled with pain and sorrow. The police force targets us because the establishment doesn't see us as people. We get discriminated against at work as well. But that's why Black men are fighters. We're the strongest, fastest, smartest and most durable men in the world. We've proven ourselves time and again and we continue to prove ourselves. We're more than athletes and entertainers. More than modern-day sex symbols. We can be successful businessmen, artists, scientists, and even high-ranking politicians like Governors, Senators and Presidents of the United States. That's what drives me. Someday I'll make it. I'll have my own kingdom, so to speak. And maybe then I'll find a good Black woman to be by my side as my beloved wife and partner. Someone with whom I can have a future. A Black woman I can have a family with. I hope there are Black women out there who still love regular, hard-working and God-fearing Black men. Black men like myself. I sincerely hope they're out there. Peace. _As always, all characters are over the age of 18._ I hope you enjoy. \-------- I'd been curious about getting a high quality glass dildo for quite some time. However, it wasn't until I met my dominant lover that I began to explore the exciting world of sex toys. After I mentioned my interest, especially in something that would pleasure my g-spot just right, he strongly encouraged me to purchase an Icicles sex toy. I chose Icicles no. 5, which was made of thick glass and was a wondrous 7 inches long. I could use it on myself, and he could use it on me when the mood struck us. That was that part that turned me on the most about the idea. I went ahead and made the purchase online, and masturbated for days thinking about finally getting my hands on the new toy, my pussy getting wet at the mere thought of it. The toy finally arrived, my anticipation was overwhelming. I walked to the mailbox and there it was! It came packaged in a fancy black box, further increasing my excitement. Luckily, I was home alone. I ripped open the box as I hastily stripped down naked, exposing my warm sexy body to the cool air of my bedroom. The toy was heavier than I expected, made of clear quality glass, with four thick blue ridges for extra pleasure and sensation. I wanted to suck it so bad, dip it in my wet pussy, and fuck myself hard. I got instantly wet gazing at my new toy, soaking my panties. I was torn, I wanted to jam it right in my pussy, but I also wanted to wait for him to come over first. Especially since he had been the initiator of this entire adventure, and I wanted him to dominate me and command me with my new toy so bad. I texted him and he replied instantly, as excited as I was. While I was impatiently waiting for him to arrive, I played some of my favorite hardcore porn videos (starring Sasha Grey and Tori Black) to get myself even more wet. I was squirming to use my new toy, so my fingers traced my pussy a little, making circular and vertical motions on my wet slit which was begging to be fucked. He came over, finding me naked on my bed lusting for him, with my new toy in my mouth, making it all wet and flashing sexy looks at him with my blue eyes. I saw the bulge form in his pants instantly. I couldn't wait for him to strip off his clothes and show me his hard cock. I watched his eyes follow the toy in my mouth, as he hastily stripped down. "I rushed here as quickly as I could," he said, excited to see me in such a sexy position. "I could barely wait until you got here to start playing with my new toy," I said. "I'm glad you waited for me baby girl. Now that your toy is nice and wet for me, let's try it out in your pussy. I want you to take the glass head and pop it right inside your tight wet little pussy lips and swirl it around, like it's my cock about to enter you," he commanded. He sat back in a chair, watching me playing with my new toy. My legs were spread wide, giving him a great view of my tight little pussy. He took his cock in his hands and slowly began to stroke with a firm grip. "I love the ridges. They feel so fucking good. The toy hits my g-spot. It has such a nice big cock head. I love fucking myself with this toy," I moaned loudly. "I want you to push that toy deeper inside your tight pussy, all the way to the base. I want you to squeeze your pussy on the ridges," he told me with lust in his deep voice. The juices from my pussy were already dripping down my legs. While playing with my clit, I noticed how hot my pussy had gotten, making my slick fingers warm to the touch. "After you've squeezed a few times around the toy, begin to slide it inside your pussy, pulling it in and out with your fingers briskly but keep the cockhead in," he instructed. "Mmm, but I want it all the way inside me," I whined, protesting that he was trying to delay my impending orgasm. "In that case, he conceded, keep it inside you, but work your fingers on your clit, and let your pussy squeeze it inwards, tugging the toy deep inside you," he told me. "It feels so fucking good," I said as I took out the toy and rubbed it on my clit. "Playing with my clit like this makes my legs shake," I moaned as my whole body trembled. "Slap your clit with the toy, tease it, and then dip it back in your pussy, a little past the head. Put it in deep in your pussy, feel all of the thick ridges. Then rock it back and forth in your pussy, the head going up, and then dipping down, move it in a circular motion, deep inside of you," he commanded. "Yes! Oh God, I'm really close!" I yelped, going back to moaning and squirming on the bed, as I felt my orgasm building. "I want you to fuck yourself hard and super-fast with your toy. hump into it like you'd hump into my big hard cock, squeeze around it. When you're really close, close your eyes, and cum hard for me. Get loud and fuck that toy you naughty girl. I want you to cum for me, cum hard all over your white sheets," he said. "I'm so closeee," my voice trailing off as I became lost in my mini orgasms, as I felt the sensations building in my pussy and my whole body for a huge impending orgasm. "Be my sexy little fuck toy, work that toy. I love how wet and horny you get for me. Work that toy that I inspired you to buy. Cum for me baby girl. I want you to cum hard. Imagine you're cumming all over my cock," he encouraged. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum," I screamed. "Yes! That's it! Cum all over your new toy for me," he told me. I came so hard, having an incredible toe curling orgasm, my eyes rolled back as I squirted my sexy juices all down my legs and on the new toy that was now soaked with my creamy cum. It took me a few moments to regain my senses and muscle control after my orgasm. After I recovered, I was hungry for more. I wanted to please him too, after turning him on so much by making myself cum with my new toy. \---------------- After cumming hard, she beckoned me over to the bed with her fingers, lying on her back, naked and glistening. "I want to suck your cock," she said in a sultry voice. I rose from my chair and walked towards my sexy baby girl, as she beckoned me to lie back on the bed. She wrapped herself around my face, as she leaned down and began to tease my hard throbbing cock with her wet talented tongue. As she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, I grabbed the toy and began to slide it in between her tight wet pussy lips again. I began toying her slowly, but increased my pace as she began to suck my cock deeper. I moved and circled the toy on her dripping wet slit, dipping it in and out as she moaned around my cock. The more turned on she got, the harder and sloppier she sucked my hard cock. She pushed it deep down her throat, all the way down the shaft. She gagged, as drool ran out of her mouth and onto my cock. Her throat and tongue massaging my cockhead and shaft excited me, making my legs tremble, as my precum leaked into her mouth. She pulled her head back up from deep throating my cock, and leaned all the way down to tongue and lick my balls. She sucked each one in her mouth, making them all wet with her mouth and tongue. I began to groan loudly, and she knew I was about to cum. I jammed the toy deep inside her, making her shake her hips on my face and beg for more. She suddenly swooped down and began sucking my cock with vigor, licking the shaft with my cock deep in her mouth, giving me an aggressive sloppy blowjob, as she rubbed her hands on my balls urging me to cum in her mouth. She moaned and gagged on my cock, which created strong vibrations. Suddenly, my hips shook and I began to cum hard, draining white sticky cum down her tight little throat. Her mouth was wrapped all around my cock, as she swallowed every last drop and licked cum off of my cockhead, with the toy deep inside her. I sighed in satisfaction and leaned back, excited for the fun that would come next with my baby girl. |
_The story of Billy is complete and will be published over the next four days._ All parts were edited by Lady Cibelle with my thanks. **Billy-Part 1** _Stuart remembers during the trip back to Pittsburgh. This event leads to his move to Denver._ **From Pittsburgh to Denver** I left the Orange Belt, merged onto the Penn Lincoln Parkway, then exited onto I-79 South to Bridgeville at 10:30 that evening. My flight from Denver to the Pittsburgh International Airport landed at 9:00 but I was still on Denver time so it was not all that late at night for me. The rush hour traffic was over so the interstate was not very busy and I made good time to my dad's place just past Bridgeville in a little place called Cowden. He had lived there all his live and I grew up there. It was a great place for a kid and I loved it. I was coming home to visit my dad who was not doing so well according to Mary, his friend and next door neighbor. I had enlisted Mary's help in watching out for Dad since she was right next door and had been good friends with my mother. She wanted me there to convince him to take himself into the hospital. He had cancer and was not expected to live more than another six months but he refused to go easily. Now he wouldn't take the morphine his doctor prescribed for the pain and he refused to go into the hospital where they could monitor the progress of his cancer. Mary tried to be his nurse but he was a lousy patient for her or anyone else. I didn't know what I could do but I was going to try. While I made the trip back to Pittsburgh several times a year, it was usually a quick visit with the Manager of Research for coatings, and with my boss, Ryan Erinson. I stopped in to see my dad and spent some time with him but I stayed in the city if I had to be there overnight. It was easier and more convenient for me. This trip was different and personal so I was staying with dad at his place. He had continued to keep my old room available for me. I left Pittsburgh over five years ago to take the job in Denver. At the time, I was in the process of divorcing my second wife Billy, after just four years of marriage. She and my best friend Mark Fletcher had been having a long term affair and during the period afterward, I realized that Billy was never going to be faithful. It was her second marriage as well and it was clear to me that she wanted more than I or any man could give. At least that was the conclusion I came to after giving her everything she asked for. It wasn't enough. And since both of my marriages ended in disaster, I had pretty much given up on any permanent attachments with those of the opposite sex. For some background, my name is Arthur Davidson. I am 52 years old and currently Managing Director of True Wire Inc. and VP of Coatings for a fairly large company based in Pittsburgh, Pa. that makes and markets all types of wire. My division is based in Denver, Colorado and is the one that handles all of the coated wiring even though most of the research personnel are still in Pittsburgh. We do all types: insulated, stranded, twisted and solid conductors. The type of coating depends on the use of the wires. I had been in this position for about five years now and our division had grown by over 37% with the introduction of several new and unique products. I had several patents and I was very secure in my job. As a matter of fact, I was due for a promotion that could mean moving back to the Pittsburgh area. I've been married twice, the first time to a wonderful woman who gave me fifteen wonderful years and a beautiful daughter. We were deeply in love but she was killed by a drunk driver six years before. My daughter and I grieved and felt the pain intensely but we both finally moved on. Penny, our daughter, moved to Germany with her husband and she's been there ever since. She loves it and has no desire to come back to the US. I visit with her to see my two grandkids but only about twice a year. I poured myself into my job and slowly reentered society where I began to meet new people. That's when I met Billy, my second wife. She and I were both trying to find our way when we met. She had also been married once before and she was divorced. She never told me the reasons behind the divorce and I never pressed her for details. The only strange thing was that I never met her children. She told me she had two but neither lived with her and she had no contact with them. I respected her wishes and never tried to find out what happened, but I had my suspicions. She and I were married in a civil ceremony without fanfare. All of this had happened many years ago. I realized that it had been ten years ago that my life with Billy started. So long ago. As I drove the dark interstate south to my old home, I thought back to that time five years ago when I discovered Billy's affair. ***** Billy and I had been married a little more than 4 years. As I said, it was the second marriage for both of us. We both had children from our first marriages but they were fully grown and on their own. My daughter Penny was married but lived now in Germany. My dad, Edward, lived nearby and we saw him fairly often. He liked Billy and she seemed to like him. I couldn't say the same for her parents, Violet and Ben Delong. What a pair. They thought no one was good enough for their daughter. I was a big mistake in their eyes. Billy didn't work, preferring to stay home and spend her time with causes and crusades. She was currently working at a shelter for battered women and she seemed to be fully committed. This was her way with most things for a year or so. She would stay with it until she became bored. At the time, that was fine with me since I worked a lot of hours and it kept her occupied. It was just a typical day for me. It was just after 2:00 in the afternoon when Paula came into my office. Paula was my secretary, my second mother, and my sergeant at arms. She had a funny look on her face as she shut the door behind her. She obviously had some juicy tidbit of gossip to spread and unfortunately I was her intended receiver. "OK Paula, what's up? You look like you just found out there's a major conspiracy to take over the company. Give." Paula pulled up one of the chairs in front of my desk and sat down, deliberately leaning over my desk to get as close to me as possible. This must really be big. "Mr. Erinson wants you to meet him after work at Bennington's for dinner and drinks. Georgina told me that there will be two others there as well. She thinks they're both board members. Something's up and you're the star player. I know it." Mr. Erinson was Ryan Erinson, President of General Winding and my boss's boss. Georgina was his secretary and Paula's inside source. I digested this little bit of information without any enlightenment. I knew of nothing that was on the horizon and no one had told me of any major changes coming up. I was at a loss. "Well, I don't have a clue but I know nothing is happening that should concern me. Maybe there's some sort of problem with the coating division and he wants me to begin some sort of investigation. You know Ryan's always worried about something." "Well, maybe, but I think it's something big. You just wait and see." "We'll both wait. Would you please call Billy and let her know that I'll be late? I should be home about 11:00. We have no plans so it should be fine." 'I'll take care of it. And just remember: you let me know right away what's going on. Promise?" I promised her and shooed her out of my office. I had no idea what was going on and nothing had come my way to offer any clues. Well, I would just wait. It would be explained to me at the meeting, of that I was sure. I decided to finish the project report I was working on before closing down for the day. I considered calling Hugh Wilson, my direct boss first but it was getting toward time for me to leave for dinner. Bennington's was halfway across town and it would take me about 40 minutes to get there. I wish Ryan had picked someplace closer. I closed down the computer, locked my files and went into the washroom to freshen up for the meeting. Paula had gone by the time I was ready to leave. She left a note saying she left a message for Billy since she didn't answer. That was fine. She would probably be home by the time I was due anyway and would get the message. I left for Bennington's. I was shown into a private room at the restaurant to find Ryan there with two board members that I knew quite well. John Armitage and Harry Rollings were two of the original members and I liked both of them. We shook hands and we all sat down to dinner. Ryan had gone all out and it was quite good. Talk was loose and informal and Ryan indicated that we would not talk business until later. I understood and enjoyed. When drinks were served, Ryan indicated that I take a seat across from him. John and Harry sat beside him. Ryan started. "Stu, I need to tell you something that is confidential for now. I'm sure you know of a company called True Wire, Inc. You've dealt with them from time to time and I think you know the owner. Do you remember him?" "Sure. That's Pete Higson. He and I go way back." "Right. Well, here's the deal. We made an offer to buy True Wire and Pete's accepted. We've done all of the due diligence and our accountants have audited the books. The price is fair and we have agreed in principle. I want you to go out there and take our letter of intent and have Pete sign the deal. He's waiting for you and everything is set." "Well sure, I'll be happy to go. It will be good to see Pete again and it will give me some time to visit and take stock. I assume that's the idea?" "Yes and no. You won't be taking stock. You'll be looking at your new company. We are promoting you to Managing Director of True Wire and VP of Coatings. You are now a senior VP for General Windings. Congratulations Stuart!" "Well, I'm totally shocked. But does Hugh know about this? Has be been told? I wouldn't like to start a new job with him as an enemy." "Hugh recommended you once we told him of the acquisition. Actually, he is thinking of retiring and I probably won't replace him now that you're in this new position. You were in line for his job before but this one is even higher." With that announcement, Ryan, John and Harry all got up to congratulate me and pat me on the back. It was one hell of a promotion and it would mean a whole new life for Billy and me. We would be moving to Denver and we could afford to go first class. Billy would be thrilled and I was looking forward to telling her the good news. "One thing to deal with yet and that is your replacement. I'm assuming you would recommend Mark Fletcher to replace you? You have had nothing but good things to say about him. If you still feel that way, he'll take over when Hugh retires." "Mark is a great choice. He can do the job and can get up to speed in short order. He'll do a super job. Can I tell him everything?" "Yes. We have cleared it with Hugh so you can, but let him know not to mention it. Not for another two weeks. The deal will be final then and we can make the announcement." He laughed before saying, "You can tell Paula of course since she'll find out from Georgina anyway." We had a couple of drinks and Ryan told me that reservations for a flight out tonight were already made. It was just past 7:30 so I had about three hours to get home, get packed and to the airport for the flight. I decided to leave right away to give me time to tell Billy. I said my thanks and good byes and headed home. As I drove home, I thought about the changes that this would make in our lives. I knew that Billy would be happy. She hated Pittsburgh and wanted to move somewhere else with better weather and more of a social climate suited to her tastes. She was alright with her social clubs and friends but she wasn't all that happy with some of their more liberal swings. We had discussed it to the point of thinking about a job change. This would accomplish all of that and more. I was thinking of a way to announce the new job and the new location with some sort of a flourish. I didn't call her since I had made up my mind that I was just going to blurt it out as soon as I came in the door. I called Paula on my cell and left her a voice mail telling her that I would be out of town tomorrow and would call in and let her know where I was. I told her to make sure Mark had the proposal for the new coating lines on Ryan's desk first thing in the morning. I finally told her that she was right when she told me that things were happening and that she could talk to Georgina. She could fill in some of the blanks until I could talk more to her. I hung up and I turned into my driveway. I saw Mark's car there but that was not unusual. We were best friends as well as boss and co-worker. I burst into the kitchen from the garage and was surprised to find the house apparently empty. I moved quickly through the downstairs rooms without finding either Billy or Mark. I thought maybe they had gone out with Patty and Fred from down the street. Well, I was disappointed not to be able to share it with her now but I could call her from the airport. Without any more thought, I bounded up the stairs two at a time to our bedroom. I slid into the room in time to see Mark pumping away on a willing and vocal Billy. The doorway was to the side of the bed so my view was perfect. I could see Billy lying on her back with her arms around mark's neck. Mark was between her legs and he was supporting himself on his arms as he fucked her. Mark's hairy ass was pumping up and down and I could see Billy's legs wrapped tightly around his waist pulling him in as tight as she could. It was good timing as I heard Mark yell. "Oh my God, I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" Billy was grunting and making noises like I had never heard and she was also just about ready to let go. She let out one shrill scream and told Mark to let it go. "Cum in me, cum in me, let me have it, do it! Oh, oh, oh my God!" All I could do at that point was to turn around and slam the door shut behind me. I had seen all I wanted to see. I turned around and walked back downstairs to the living room. I sank down in one of the chairs and waited. I was stunned and my mind simply refused to function very well. My wife and my best friend in bed together. I couldn't seem to make sense of it. As I struggled with the sight I had just witnessed, my anger began to burn hot and bright in my chest. I let it grow since the heat of it was better than the cold of betrayal. That's where I was sitting when Mark came down the stairs. He saw me and came into the room. He stopped in front of me. "God Stu, I'm so sorry you saw that. I have no excuse for it except to say that I have always loved Billy as you know. We never expected you to come home so early and things just got out of control. We never wanted to hurt you. You have to know that. It will never happen again. You have my word." The words seemed to just wash over me without registering. It made no difference what he said. I knew what had happened and that was all I could deal with. But the heat from my anger was burning to be let out and I gave vent to it in words. I gritted my teeth and held on to my temper as I looked into the face of the man I now hated. "I want you to leave my house now. I never want to see you again outside the office. I have to deal with you there as you will soon understand, but I never want to see or talk to you outside again. We are no longer friends; we don't know each other socially. I have no wish to hear your story or your apologies. Do you understand?" "Please Stu. Let's talk about this. You don't mean what you're saying. You can't mean that. We've been friends for ten years. You can't mean we're over. Come on!" "I won't ask you again to leave my house. I repeat: I don't want to see you again outside work. I don't ever want you to come to my house and if I ever see you near my wife again, I'll kill you. Please don't test me. Now, get the fuck out of my house!" With that, I rose and moved toward him. I am a very big man: 215, 6' 2, and I pride myself on my appearance. I work out three times a week and I can press my weight without breaking a sweat. Mark on the other hand is shorter than I, weights about 30 pounds less and never had the ambition to improve himself physically. He concentrates on his slick appeal to women. He is a good looking jerk. Mark took the hint and almost ran to the front door. He tried to say some more but I pushed him out the door and than shut and locked it behind him. I turned my back to the door and leaned against it trying to get control of my anger. I had done fine till now, but I looked up and saw Billy standing on the stairs watching me. She had put on a robe to cover her nakedness. As I saw her standing there, my anger began to burn even hotter. I felt the heat in my face and chest and I was suddenly afraid of what I could do. I shuddered and shook my head to try to clear the fury. After a couple of deep breaths and some very serious talking to myself, I began to feel some control returning. I walked away from the door and went into the kitchen. I took a beer from the refrigerator and sat down at the table. I was concentrating on my breathing when she walked in. I didn't look up and I didn't acknowledge her in any way. I couldn't without losing my control. I took several deep breaths and a swig of beer. It seemed to help. "Will you let me tell you what happened?" "No. I have to pack a bag. I'm leaving tonight for Denver. I have to catch a plane and I don't have much time. Maybe we can talk when I get back." "Why are you going to Denver now? We can't just let this go. You have to listen to me and we have to talk this out. You can't let it go." "Yes, I can and I will. What you did is pretty clear. I saw it with my own eyes. Why you did it is not so clear. And why you did it with Mark is totally unclear. But none of that is important right now. I have to get ready." With that, I threw the beer bottle against the kitchen wall where it shattered into a thousand satisfying pieces. As she cowered away from me I just looked at her. "For your information, I told Mark that he is never to set foot in this house again. That's my decision and you have nothing to say about it. I told him, and now I'll tell you. If I ever see him here again, I'll kill him. Do you understand?" Without waiting for her answer, I got up and walked upstairs to our bedroom to pack. I needed enough for three or four days and that was easy. I had done this a million times and I did it now by instinct. As I was closing the overnight, Billy walked into the bedroom and sat down on the bed watching me. I ignored her, picked up the overnight and my suit carrier and walked out of the room without a word. I carried them downstairs and out to the car. When I came back into the kitchen, Billy was not there. I felt a sense of relief as I filled my travel mug with coffee. I looked around the kitchen, maybe for the last time and went out to the car, shutting and locking the door behind me. I drove away toward the airport without looking back. I caught my flight on America West and arrived in Denver on time. I saw the waiting shuttle driver with a sign with my name and he took me to the hotel Paula reserved for me. I was not looking forward to a free night and wished that we could get right to it, but this late I didn't expect anything to happen. I checked in, went up to the room and lay down. I slept poorly that night. The next morning after a mostly sleepless night, I went down to meet Pete for breakfast. He was the same cheerful guy I had met and worked with for the last few years. I liked him the first time I met him and we had become good friends. Mostly long distance but friends nevertheless. We talked over coffee and eggs and finally left to go to the plant. We met with several of the executives and we took care of business in just under three hours. That left a lot of time for me to just wander around with Pete, looking over the operations and reacquainting myself with his, or I should say my operations. We had an enjoyable afternoon and finished up early. Pete asked me if I was in a hurry to get back and I told him no, but without any explanation. He invited me to have dinner with him and his wife and I accepted. I spent a very pleasant evening with them and didn't leave until very late. Pete took me back to the hotel after telling me that it was his recommendation that got me the job. He told me he had known Ryan for years and that Ryan asked for his recommendation. He wasn't aware of the VP offer though but was thrilled for me just the same. I was very grateful and told him so. We parted as usual, friends and professionals. I went up to my room to find the phone message light blinking. I wondered who it could be since no one knew where I was except for Ryan and Paula. I got the message and it was Paula. There were several items on her list. "Stu, it's Paula. A few things. First, Mark is up to speed on the proposals and he can make the presentation tomorrow. Second, he wanted to talk to you but I told him that I didn't have your number. Actually, I did. I got it from Georgina but since you hadn't called me, I wasn't sure you wanted him to have it. And finally, Billy called at least 5 times today wanting to talk to you. Now Stu, what's going on? Do I give her your number or not? And what about Mark? Call me, first thing tomorrow." That was Paula. She was always looking out for me, even with my wife and my second in command. If I didn't give them the number, she wouldn't either, regardless of what they said. She was something and I was going to make sure she remained with me if she would relocate. I knew she was widowed so maybe. I somehow felt better after her message and I thought maybe I could sleep tonight. At least, I could try. The next morning, I called Paula just after 8:00 her time. I knew she would be at her desk and she answered on the first ring. "Hi Paula, it's me. Thanks for the message last night and thanks for not giving out the number." "Stu, what's going on? Billy has called twice already and she is really beside herself. She's angry at me for not giving her your number and she was crying during the last two call. I don't like being in the middle of something I don't know about." "I'm sorry Paula. It's personal and I didn't mean to get you involved. I'll talk to you when I get back but for now, no one gets this number. OK? That's an order so you can tell them it isn't your fault." "I don't give a hoot about that, I just wanted to be sure you were OK. And by the way, congratulations on your promotion and your new assignment. Way to go!" "Thanks. And by the way, how do you feel about moving to Denver? Would you?" "Maybe I would. We'll talk when you get back. By the way, do you want to talk to Mark? He asked me to let him know when you called." "No, I don't want to talk with him and don't give him this number either. He'll understand if you tell him I said that. Only Ryan. I'll be back in the office Monday. I need a few days away without anything to worry about. Can you handle the office for the next two days?" "Take all the time you need. I'll deal. Call me tomorrow or Friday. OK?" I agreed and hung up. I had decided on the spur of the moment to take the rest of the week off. I wanted to spend the time looking around Denver and this was as good a time as any. Ryan wouldn't care and I didn't want to face Billy or Mark right now. Let them enjoy each other while I was gone. They deserved each other. I spent the next several days just looking around. I found a really neat little apartment downtown and close to the plant with a nice view of the mountains. I put a retainer on it and made arrangements to move in at the end of the month, just a couple of weeks from now. It was just right for one. I also found a couple of nice restaurants and one particularly nice bar. I was very relaxed by Saturday evening. I thought it was time for a phone call. At about 7:30, I called home, or what used to be my home. I didn't think it was going to be that much longer. Billy must have been waiting since she answered on the first ring. "Hello? Stuart, is that you? Stuart?" "Hi Billy, yeah it's me. Paula said you called. Did you want something?" "Stuart, where are you? Why did you leave like that and why haven't you called to let me know where you were? It's been days and I've been going crazy!" "Didn't seem to bother you Tuesday evening. I wasn't home then either but you weren't expecting me were you? I guess that was the problem. I didn't keep to the schedule so it was my fault that you got caught." "Stuart, please. It's not what you think. I was angry and Mark was there and it just happened. It was nothing. Honest! Please come home and let me talk to you and explain what happened. Mark doesn't mean anything to me. Please Stuart, come home." "Billy, if you think that this is the way to get me to come home, you are sadly mistaken. You and Mark made me into a fool, but he at least had the courage to tell me the truth. You seem to want to continue to lie to me and treat me with a total lack of respect. Well, I won't accept that so I guess we have nothing left to talk about. When I come home, I'll arrange to have my things moved out of the house so you can stay there and do whatever you want to do. I don't care anymore." "Stuart, no! You can't mean that. I'm not lying to you. I don't know what Mark told you but it's not true. It's not. Come home: let me prove it to you. I love you Stuart, not Mark. Never Mark! Just you!" "Goodnight Billy. If you're interested in being honest with me, I'll be home Sunday night." I hung up feeling satisfied with my performance. I had kept my cool, I hadn't yelled or lost my temper and I had hung up without giving her any more chances to lie to me. It hurt to know that she was going to continue to lie rather than be honest and try to find a way to work it out. Maybe she didn't want to work it out. I took a nice long shower, climbed into bed and was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I needed the sleep. The trip home was uneventful and I got my car with only a minimum of delay. I drove home with mixed feelings. On one hand, I wanted a confrontation with Billy, if only to allow my anger to find an outlet. On the other hand, I wanted to play the cool customer and let her wring her hands and cry bitter tears begging me to take her back. I was all mixed up and the time away hadn't given me any answers. I needed to face reality in order to move forward. I pulled into the garage next to Billy's little two-seater. The sight of it brought a surge of anger. It was something she just had to have and she hardly ever drove it now. I guess she had no reason to go out if she was fucking my best friend here at home. I got out, grabbed my luggage and went in. She was waiting for me, sitting in the kitchen so she was the first thing I was. She had on a soft pastel blouse that fit her like a second skin and a skirt that was probably way too short. It was an outfit that I used to like her to wear when we were alone and in the mood. I wasn't in the mood now and I thought it a very poor choice. I just looked at her and turned away to put my overnight in the laundry room. I laid the suit carrier over the chair. "Hello Billy. Ready for some action I see. Is Mark on the way over?" She broke down in tears and ran out of the kitchen into the family room. For a minute I was ashamed of myself but then my memory of her and Mark kicked in. Rather than follow her into the other room, I walked over to see if there was any coffee. There was a fresh pot so I poured myself a cup and sat down to enjoy it. I added sugar and cream and sat back in comfort. Billy did know how to make good coffee. While I waited, I glanced over at the phone on the kitchen wall. The call log light was blinking. It had a feature called 'call directory' that recorded the number of any incoming call that was answered. Fortunately, Billy never learned how to work it so it was full now. I pushed the c/d button and saw the last number calling was Mark's cell phone number. I scanned down to see what other numbers were recorded and found that she had answered at least seven calls from Mark, three from his office and four from his cell. I guess they were trying to get their stories straight. I was enjoying my second cup when she came back in the kitchen wearing a sweat shirt and jeans. I thought this was more appropriate and just nodded my agreement. "Can we talk now? Will you give me a chance to tell you what happened?" "I don't want to hear your excuses. What I saw was very clear. You and Mark were in our bedroom, both of you in the middle of a great fuck, yelling so loud with your passion that you didn't even hear your own husband coming up the stairs. I believe you were both just about in the middle of a climax. If you hadn't been fucking him, you might have heard the car pulling in and me yelling. Now, tell me where I'm wrong." "We just made a mistake and it was the first time for us. You have to believe that. I love you and only you. Mark is a friend but I don't care about him that way. I'm sorry it got out of hand but it doesn't mean anything. It will never happen again. Please Stu. You know I love you." "I don't believe you. I don't believe this was the first time. I don't believe that you haven't fucked him before and if I hadn't come home, you probably would have continued for several more hours until I was scheduled to come home. I don't believe you love me or you wouldn't have been able to do this to me. You have torn my heart out and tossed it away like garbage. I don't trust you anymore and I don't know if I can ever trust you again." "Stu, please. I haven't talked to Mark since you left. He means nothing to me, you know that. He's your friend and I never really cared for him. You know that to be true." "I know that you and Mark have talked several times since I've been gone. Was that to get your story straight or were you making arrangements to get together again? If what you say is true, how can you fuck someone you don't even care for? What the hell kind of woman are you?" Billy was now crying and shaking her head back and fourth. She was trying to deny the things I was saying but there was little she could say. The trust was gone, the love may still be there but it was struggling to survive the betrayal and the pain. The dark anger that I had the night I found them together was fading, replaced by a hollow, empty feeling. I was trying to find another emotion to keep me going but I couldn't. Pain and emptiness were my constant companions now. "I'm going to put my things in the spare room. I'll sleep there for the time being until I decide what I want to do. I'll leave the master bedroom to you, cause I sure as hell will never sleep in that bed again. I'll get my stuff and leave you to it. Maybe your memories of your lover will keep you warm at night." "You aren't even going to let me explain are you? You've made up your mind that I've been cheating on you with Mark and you're going to punish me aren't you?" "I'm not punishing you. I came home with the intent of letting you tell me the truth and then try to decide if we could work this out. Instead of being honest, you tried to seduce me when I walked in the door and then you lied to me at least twice since we started to talk. You're the one doing the punishing. You really socked it to me. I'll give you credit. I don't know of any way you could have hurt me more than you did. Congratulations!" I heard the sobs as I walked down the hall to the spare room. I shut the door on the crying, lying bitch and sat down on my bed. Tomorrow was a very important day for me. I had to begin to put things in order and I had to face Mark. I was not changing my recommendation of him as my replacement. Since I was going to be running the division, I needed people who knew their jobs. Mark was one who did. He and I would interact professionally but no other way. We were through as friends. Someday the chance to pay him back for his betrayal would come and I was a patient man. I waited until I heard the door to our bedroom shut and then I walked down to the spare bathroom and washed up. I put my toiletries on the sink and went back to the bedroom. I shut and locked the door. I needed time to think. I didn't want to be distracted by Billy or by anything else. I knew what I was going to do. I left the house quietly at about 5:30 that afternoon to go out to get a bite to eat. While I waited, I called my dad at home. I asked him if he could meet me for dinner and he agreed. I wanted to talk to him to get some sort of perspective. I wasn't thinking clearly so I needed help. Dad was always straight with me and wouldn't sugarcoat anything. That's what I needed now. Dad and I had a good meal and we talked. He was great and took everything I said seriously and never once tried to patronize me. We talked for about an hour and then went back to his place and we spent the rest of the evening talking and drinking beer and just being comfortable with each other. I hadn't spent enough time with him since mom died. I regretted that but vowed to make amends. It was clear to me that dad preferred that I try to make things work with Billy. He was very fond of her and was quick to forgive her transgressions. I argued with him but he was adamant. He blamed me in part for working too hard and giving her too much and spoiling her. He likened her to a spoiled child who was really a good person. I listened but couldn't quite accept his opinions. I told him about Denver and he was excited for me. I suggested that he consider moving but he told me he had friends here and didn't want to leave them. We both promised to get together more often and we both pretended to believe it. He wasn't sure about the apartment though and told me so. He said it was like closing the door and having no intention of opening it again. I told him it was something that could change if need be. But in the back of my mind, I doubted it. I went home just after 11:30 to a quiet house. I didn't know if Billy had stayed in her room or if she had finally gone to bed. I went up to my room and closed and locked the door. I lay down on the bed and passed out from exhaustion and depression. I slept the night. Monday morning I was up and dressed and ready for work by 7:15. When I went downstairs I found coffee and toast waiting and Billy dressed and sitting at the table. I picked up the coffee and got a quick fix of caffeine but didn't touch the toast. I said nothing to Billy and she seemed inclined to let it go. I grabbed my briefcase from the hall and left without a word. At work, I called Paula in and told her to close and lock the door. She sat down waiting for an explanation. Even thought she already knew about it, I told her first about the promotion and suffered through her congratulations and 'I told you so's'. I then told her that I would be heading up the division from Denver and asked her again if she had considered moving. She shrugged her shoulders but gave me no answer yet. I finally told her about Billy and Mark. She was angry at first, especially at Billy, but then she calmed down and wanted to know how I was going to deal with Mark. I told her that nothing was going to |
change except that we were no longer friends and he no longer had unrestricted access to me. He would go through her like everyone else. She would decide whether what he had to say was important or not. When I asked her if that was OK, she just smiled and said to let her handle it. We talked some more, making arrangements and I did tell her that this was not common knowledge and to keep it to herself. Mark didn't know about the change yet but I would deal with him myself. I also told her I would accept no calls from Billy during working hours. Other than that, it was business as usual for the next two weeks. I dictated a couple of memos to her that had to go out and we were finished. She left the office and shut the door. I worked intently and solidly for the next 3 or 4 hours and fielded a couple of phone calls from Pete Higson and Ryan. Pete and I worked out some arrangements and things seemed to be going perfectly. Ryan called once to congratulate me on the closure and see how things were going. I assured him and went back to work. I asked Paula to have some lunch sent in from the cafeteria and worked straight through. It was just after 1:30 when Paula buzzed to tell me Mark was here and that I should probably talk to him. I told her to send him in but to leave the door open. She chuckled and showed him in. Mark came in and shut the door, intended to have a conversation with me about his affair with my wife. I was not about to have it but before I could say or do anything Paula opened the door and glared at Mark. "Leave the door open please. Mr. Davidson prefers it that way." Mark looked back at her angrily and asked me. "Do you want the door open Stu?" "As a matter of fact, yes I do. Is that a problem?" "Not for me but I thought maybe you might want to talk to me privately." I looked at him standing there, waiting for me to agree to discuss his affair with Billy. I was in no mood to discuss it with him now and without bothering to wave him to a chair, I left him standing as I delivered my instructions. "No, I don't want to talk to you about anything that is not business. I do want to go over some things with you since you are here. I want to let you know that you will be taking over most of the day to day affairs of the office beginning this week. You will be taking over for me immediately and then Hugh's position soon and will have full authority to make decisions about projects and priorities. You will continue to report to me just as you do now, but I will not be here in Pittsburgh much longer. None of this is for public knowledge. Do you understand?" Mark was looking at me like I had lost my mind. He had no idea of what I was doing or how to respond. He was shaking his head back and forth as if in denial. "No, I don't understand. Where are you and Hugh going and why would you give this responsibility to me?" "Is there someone else who could do my job as well as you? Don't you think you can handle it? If not, say so. Otherwise just pay attention and do your job. Can you do that, al least?" Mark looked stunned as if I had slapped him. But to his credit, he straightened his shoulders and replied. "I can handle it. I'm sorry for interrupting. Go ahead." "Thank you. I'm transferring to Denver. The company has made an acquisition there and I will be heading that operation as well as the Research function here. Hugh is going to retire very soon leaving his position and mine open. Ryan is choosing to combine them into one, reporting to me. That will be you. We have just two weeks to make the move. Is that clear?" Mark nodded, accepting the news but not yet comfortable with it. But he was a professional, so with that, we went over the current projects, the department priorities and some of the more important personnel issues. We spent at least the next two hours going over those things, not much different from our normal routine but this time there were several differences and Mark understood. When we were done, I told Mark to begin as acting department head immediately. I would not be making any formal announcement until later. Any problems with personnel, he was to have them see me. He rose to leave and then stopped. "Stu, when can we talk? I am so damned sorry for what I did to you and I want a chance to explain it to you. Could we have a drink after work?" "I told you I never wanted to see you outside of work ever again. Nothing has changed. If you have anything to say, say it now. Otherwise get out of my office." Mark just stared at me with his face flushed and his eyes showing anger. He hesitated until I stood up, then he quickly turned and left. It was past 6:30 and the office was almost empty when Mark walked back into my office. He stopped to speak to Paula and she just nodded and waved him in. He came in and sat down in front of my desk. He watched me for a second before speaking. "Billy and I have been together three times. The first time was two years ago when you took the trip to Puerto Rico. You had been gone for almost three weeks when it happened. She was lonely and we had dinner just as friends. We shared a bottle of wine and things got out of hand. We ended up in bed. It happened and we both regretted it. I didn't stay and left immediately afterward. We hardly spoke to each other for the next month or so. I don't think you noticed." He watched my face for my reaction but I gave him no satisfaction. I simply looked back and waited. "The second time was a year later when you went to Europe for that conference. You left and Billy was angry with you for some reason. We got together and went out to a party with some friends of mine. Billy got drunk and I took advantage of her. She was furious with me for weeks afterwards but she finally forgave me. I was at fault, but she never told you. "The last time was the night you found us. Billy and I had been talking and she was feeling bad about something you said to her. She didn't tell me what it was and I didn't really care. I just knew she needed me and I was more than willing. You know how I feel about her. I can't help it. I am so damned sorry for what you saw. We never heard you come in and you saw everything. We never expected you to be home that night and we let it get out of hand again just like before. I never thought about how it would hurt you. Now I know and it's killing me." So now I knew. They had been doing this for almost three years and Billy never told me. She never let me know that there was a problem and she let it happen again. Three times! Being drunk or tipsy was no excuse. She and Mark were both to blame. I still had no idea what I was going to do. I was angry but it was important not to let Mark know. "Thank you for telling me. Apparently you had no problem doing it again after the first time even though you'regretted it so', I believe you said. You and my wife seemed to have no problem looking me in the face knowing what you had done behind my back. You had no problem taking advantage of her when she was, as you say, drunk. And you had no problem trying to fuck her because she was angry with me. Do I have all of that right?" Mark had blanched at my direct accusations. He was now afraid for the first time. He had worked with me long enough to know when I was furious. He had seen my temper in action. I watched as he put his hands on the arms of the chair ready to bolt. "Stu, I'm so damned sorry. Please believe me when I tell you this will never happen again. And I'll do my job as well as I can and live up to the expectations you have of me. I won't ever let you down again. In anything! You have my word on that. Please, forgive Billy. She wasn't the one to blame. I am. Blame me." I watched this man who I had known for the past ten years, some good and some bad. We had been together for some great events and I would have trusted him with my life. Now, all I wanted was to smash his face in. I hated this man and vowed to myself that his life from now on would not be pleasant. However, he was only partly to blame. It took two and Billy was a willing participant. I had seen Billy drunk and she was as much in control drunk as most people were sober. She did nothing she didn't want to do. The drinking was only an excuse. No, I had seen her expression and heard her words that day. Billy was willing! "Just leave my office Mark. Apparently you don't have any problem screwing my wife and you apparently didn't understand me when I told you to stay away from Billy. Seems you had to call her at least seven times while I was gone. Was it not clear what I said? Don't you understand a threat when you hear one? Apparently I didn't mention phone calls. Well, now I have. Is that clear enough? Oh, and one last thing: do your fucking job and keep your fucking mouth shut, about the job, my move, and my wife! Is that clear enough? If I hear of one comment that you made or hear any rumors with your name attached, I'll fire you so fast it will make your head swim. Then I'll find your sorry ass and make you sorry you ever knew me." He nodded, rose and left. I was simply drained. I just sat there until Paula stuck her head in the door to say goodnight. I smiled at her, gave her a thumbs up and watched her leave for the day. And what a day it had been. Well, now for the night. I really hesitated about going home but I knew that I had to do it. With a heavy heart I packed up my things and left. The drive home was stressful. I had no idea what to do. I didn't want an argument but I also didn't want this to linger and fester in both our minds. I had to deal with things one way or another. I tried to come up with something concrete but as I pulled into our drive, I had nothing. I dropped the garage door and went to face my wife. As I opened the door, I was hit with the smell of something wonderful cooking. I couldn't miss the smell of pot roast with potatoes and carrots and gravy. It was my favorite dinner of course and I was starving. I had just had a cardboard sandwich and a bag of nuts for lunch. I should have expected that Billy would try something like this. Last night it was the clothes and tonight my favorite meal. I recognized what she was doing and it did lighten my heart some. But the pain remained. She was in the kitchen as I entered, wearing an apron and a silly cap. She often did this when she was in a playful mood. I guess this was her way of trying to soften me up. Well the food might do it but it would change nothing. I looked at her as I put my briefcase away and removed my suit jacket. I hung it up in the hallway as usual and went past her to grab a cool beer from the fridge. She watched me carefully but didn't try to engage me in a conversation. I did move over to the stove to smell the pot roast and that gave her some consolation. At least I was interested in the food she was preparing. I stayed in the den until she called me for dinner. Dinner was a strained affair with only routine talk. Talk about the bills, or the scheduled repairs, things like that. Nothing serious. She did mention that my dad had called and seemed to want to talk, but she told him she was very busy and maybe he could call later. She asked me if I knew what he wanted and I told her no. I ate a good meal and enjoyed the effort she put into it. I had my fill and complimented her on everything. She smiled in appreciation and began to clear the table. Afterward, I went into the family room with my coffee. I often helped her with the dishes since she preferred to hand wash them rather than use the dishwasher. I usually dried but tonight I didn't offer and she didn't ask. I sat there in silence not even turning on the TV and again tried to come up with some course of action. I still had no clue what to do. "Why aren't you watching the news? Do you want me to turn it on for you? I haven't listened to it all day so I may have missed something important." Billy took the remote and turned it on but kept the volume down. She seemed nervous and fidgety which was probably understandable. She finally sat down on the couch and put her knees together and clasped her arms around them, hugging herself. Defensive. She watched me with careful eyes and waited to see if I was going to start a conversation. When I didn't she decided to. "Did you talk with Mark today? At work? Was it hard to do or did you just avoid him?" I looked at her and decided that I would let her do most of the talking. I would answer and encourage her to talk just to see if she was ready to be honest with me. "Yes, I talked to him. I promoted him to Division Head, reporting directly to me. He'll have full control of day to day operations and will be doing essentially what Hugh and I are doing now. And no, it wasn't hard, it was business." "You promoted him? I don't understand. Why would you promote him now after what we.... Doing your job? If he's doing your job what does that mean for you? Stuart, what did you do?" I didn't answer, thinking of how to tell her about the promotion. I was about to say more when she began again. "You didn't do anything foolish did you? You love your job! Oh, Stu please tell me you didn't quit!" "I didn't quit. I'll tell you later what that was about. But that's not what you wanted to know is it?" "Did you talk about us? About him and me? Did he tell you anything?" "I didn't ask him but yes, he spoke about you and him. I guess he had to brag to me. But you probably know exactly what he told me since the two of you spoke at least seven times while I was gone. You really need to learn how to erase the phone caller log Billy. It makes lying to me a lot easier." "We didn't talk! I answered but hung up as soon as I knew it was him. I kept hoping it was you on the phone. I swear to you I never talked to him again after that night." "Really? Well suppose you tell me how long this affair with Mark has been going on. You told me the other night that this was the first time. Mark doesn't agree. So why don't you tell me about it. Tell me the truth." I saw her eyes go wide so I did believe that she and Mark hadn't talked. Maybe she wasn't as smart as I thought she was. But then most cheaters aren't smart, just dishonest. They know how to lie but not how to tell the truth. Maybe she and Mark hadn't gotten together to get their lies straight. That would have been the smart thing to do. "Do you really need to know? Isn't it enough that it's over and I never want to see him again? Can't we just leave it at that?" "Afraid to tell me the truth? I was hoping that you could start being honest with me so I could try to find some way to learn to trust you again but it looks like that isn't going to happen. I guess lying has become a way of life to you with your affair. Maybe this isn't the first or the only affair." "No Stuart, you can't believe that! You can't! There was no 'affair' with Mark and there haven't been any other affairs either. None! There hasn't been anyone other than Mark! I'll tell you the truth. I'm just so ashamed to tell you but I will. I have to." She was twisting her hands together, as sure sign she was nervous. She always did that when she was nervous or afraid. I just waited, watching her. "Mark and I have been with each other three times if you count last Tuesday. That's all. Just those two, no, three times. I was drinking the first two times but that wasn't the reason. I was lonely for you and I was missing you and Mark was just being a friend and having dinner with me. But, we just let things go too far and afterwards, we were both angry at ourselves and I always felt guilty. I was sick to my stomach both times. I don't know about Mark since he never stayed afterwards. I think that was why it was over a year between the first two times. This time was almost a year too, I think." Well I have to admit I was surprised. She had told me the truth, matching the story Mark told me. I guess I believed it because she had more detail about before and after and didn't blame the drinking like Mark did. I couldn't be sure they hadn't cooked up this tale but I did believe her. It was still three times too many but it was out in the open now. "Last Tuesday was just me being mad at you for your comments about my meetings. I know you wanted me to go with you on your next trip but I had plans and you seemed to think my plans weren't important enough that I couldn't just break them. We argued and fought and you just walked away from me. I was angry and Mark came over to talk to you about something and I had the message from Paula saying you wouldn't be home till late and I just snapped. Dumb excuse but it's the only one I have." "That's what I thought might be the reason. But if that's all it takes for you to cheat on me we really don't have much of a marriage. And you admit that you fucked Mark twice before this, both times when you were mad at me or just lonely. It seems that you don't need much of an excuse to jump in the sack with good old Mark. And he admits that he wouldn't turn you away if you were willing. So, it might be best to just let our marriage die a natural death, don't you think?" Billy's reaction was swift and to the point. She got up, came over to me and knelt down in front of me. She took my hands in hers and looked directly at me. "I will do anything that I can to save this marriage. I was foolish and stupid and that's what cost me my first marriage. I beg you: don't let it ruin this one too. Give me another chance. I did something that I am ashamed of but I don't want to lose you over this. Please, Stuart, don't talk like that. I love you more than I can tell you. You have to forgive me and give me another chance. I promise you, you won't regret it." As she was pleading her case, it came to me like an epiphany! We had been married just over four years and it only took her two years before she cheated on me! In those next two years, she cheated on me two more times! That was ridiculous! This was almost more than I could take. I felt woozy and I began to sweat. "You've cheated on me three times in the short time we've been married! You only wait two years before you start and then you do it two more times? What the hell kind of marriage is that? This isn't a marriage to you. It's simply an arrangement that allows you to fuck around on me when things don't go your way and then you come back home to all the goodies you wanted. Like that fucking car you never drive, the fucking clothes you never wear and the jewelry you just had to have. But then, if your lovers come here to see you, none of that matters." Billy was jolted by my words. She looked like I had slapped her across the face. The blood drained from her face and she fell back onto her heels. She put both hands over her face and I could see the tears and hear the sobs coming from her. She finally got up and ran out of the room. I heard her as she climbed the stairs to our room and I heard the door shut. Then silence. I had mixed feelings. I had said what I had to say and it hurt both of us more than I had thought possible. I saw the pain in her eyes before she walked away and I felt it in my heart tearing at my very being. What I said was true, all of it. What I assumed it meant was less clear but I had to look at the possibilities. If this was what our marriage meant to Billy, and I believed that it was, it was best to end it now. I couldn't live with a woman that had to cheat when she was unhappy. It was clear to me that I wasn't submissive enough for Billy. That's why she had to look elsewhere. I couldn't please her so she found someone who could. Like Mark. As it thought about these things, I wondered if there had ever been any hope for us. Was I willing to fight for a marriage that appeared to be doomed from the start? Hadn't she done this once before in her first marriage to the point she wasn't allowed contact with her own children? Was she even truthful when she said she wanted to fight for our marriage? I believed that I was just a convenience for her, a meal ticket and a source of the good things in life without any serious obligations. But when I crossed her, she found a way to get even in her own mind. I couldn't be sure about anything anymore. I went up to bed that night with nothing but questions swirling around in my head. I lay there thinking about what I should do. Should I begin divorce proceedings? Should I tell her about the change in my position at work and the move coming up? How would that help anything? Of course when we moved Mark would be out of the picture. He would be too far away for her to continue a casual fling. It would take some time before she met anyone else so she would probably be faithful for a while. But eventually I would make her mad or disappoint her or leave her behind one day and she would do it again. I had to assume that was true. I was still thinking when I fell asleep. Tuesday morning was similar to Monday. Billy had breakfast of toast and coffee ready but said nothing to me as I got ready to leave. I had nothing to say to her so I simply filled my traveling cup and left. The drive to work was without stress this time and I was on time and ready for the transition. I worked a full day with only one visit from Mark. It was strictly business and it took only five minutes. There were no phone calls from Billy so the day was pretty uneventful. I dealt with a few employee issues over Mark's sudden promotion but they went fairly well. Things were beginning to come together. Paula and I made a lot of arrangements for file transfers, setting up the new office and she and Pete's secretary talked a lot. We had lots to do but it all seemed under control. I drove home that evening with the beginnings of a decision. I needed to find out from Billy just why she cheated on me. I had to know the reasons before I could do anything more. I thought we could begin with that question tonight. I was ready when I got home. I had made up my mind that anger and distrust were not going to run my life. Billy would do what she would do. I was not going to get into the surveillance game. I had no desire to spy on her to catch her in a transgression. It was now up to both of us how we would deal with the other. This evening began as a repeat of the night before. We had a wonderful meal and Billy cleared the kitchen afterwards as I took my coffee into the family room. This time I did turn on the TV and actually watched the news. Nothing new. The politicians bickering with each other, blaming each other while getting nothing of any value accomplished. Politics as usual! Billy came in and sat down just as before. This time however she seemed more relaxed. I guess the shoes had both dropped as far as she was concerned. She was now convinced that I would tell her what the next steps were. I decided to plunge ahead. "Can I ask you some questions? I just would like to have some honest answers, but if you are going to lie and bullshit me like you did last night, maybe I should just forget it." She didn't flinch this time and she seemed to expect my questions. "I'll tell you anything you want to know. I have no reason to lie to you now since I know that you know what and when and where. So, ask me." "Can you try to explain to me why you did it? I would like to know why you chose to fuck my best friend and cheat on me." This time she did wince. I had never made a habit of using profanity around Billy or any other woman at any time and never at home. This was not what Billy expected and using it as I did made it even worse. "I guess I deserve your disrespect. I'll try Stuart, but you may not like the reasons. I don't know what you think but I only did it with Mark because I knew him and I knew he was safe. He wouldn't try to blackmail me or hurt me, and I knew he would never tell you. The harder question is why. That one I can't answer. I didn't plan it, I didn't intend for it to happen. I wasn't trying to hurt you or get even with you or anything like that. I think the only reason I did it was because I was frustrated and I needed something to make me feel more in control. I wanted to know that I could do something without your approval or your help. Both times I did it was after you had made a decision about something without telling me or asking me. Remember the trip to Europe? I wanted to go and you told me that I would just be in the way. You said you had business and it wasn't a pleasure trip? And the trip to Puerto Rico. The same things. You wouldn't even discuss it with me when I suggested we go together. Then the last time was after an argument where you belittled my work." As I listened, I began to see that this was more about Billy and her needs than anything else. I had known Billy over five years, four of those as husband and wife. I knew very well that she was a little selfish and very self centered. She believed the world revolved around her and she expected so much from everybody else. I had tried hard to make her more reasonable in her expectations but she got her back up when I wouldn't see things her way or do what she wanted. Normally she argued and complained but if I wasn't around to fight with, it seemed she went toward something else. In this case, it was Mark and cheating on me behind my back. As we talked it became more and more clear to me that all Billy thought about was Billy. She had to take action if things didn't fall the way she wanted or if she didn't get her own way. I thought back to the car. She didn't want a car and she didn't like driving but one of the girls got on her about being driven everywhere so she had to have a car. Not just any car; the two seat sports car that we never drove. And the clothes. She bought far more than she could ever wear just so she would have something new when she thought it would be noticed. There were many other things like the trips. Both the trips she spoke of were quick trips with no time for anything else but business. I explained that but she refused to listen. She thought Europe, therefore shopping and sightseeing. I had to attend to business. Other things I turned a blind eye to because I could afford them and they seemed to make her happy. Now I understood that this was nothing more than an expression of her need to be in control. Mark was nothing more than a means to show her control over me when I didn't give her what she wanted. We went to our separate beds that night, her feeling that things were slowly coming back to normal and me believing that I finally had enough information to make my decision. I slept well that night. The next morning I left for work feeling better than I had for some time. I knew what I was going to do and today was the day for it. No more indecision, no more wondering, no more trying to decide. I had decided and now I just had to carry it out. I was going to divorce Billy and make the move to Denver by myself. I knew that she was not able to be faithful to me or to any man. She was too wrapped up in herself and her needs to ever have room for anyone else. I had known it all along but now I was forced to face it head on. Billy had no room for me in her life. She would not understand that but it was true nevertheless. That day I called a lawyer that I knew quite well and filled him in on the details. I told him to begin the proceedings and to make the division of assets fair to Billy. I didn't want to hurt her any more than possible but I wanted it done. I wanted to complete all of the preliminaries before I left for Denver. I wanted that to be the start of a new life for me and hopefully for Billy. I asked him to call me when he was ready to file the paperwork. He gave me a tentative date of two days later and I made my plans to turn everything over to Mark by then. He was almost ready and would do whatever I wanted. Mark was actually quite competent in his job and that was the only reason I didn't fire his cheating ass. But, one day his time would come. I told Billy my decision that evening and it was as unpleasant as I expected it to be. She was crying and trying desperately to make me change my mind but I tried to explain it to her as I saw it. To stay together was asking for more pain and anger. She couldn't accept it but it was true never the less. After two days of crying and screaming and pleading, the papers were filed and I had all of my clothes and necessities packed and ready to leave. I told her to have her parents come over to stay with her but she was still trying to save what was left of our marriage. She wasn't going to accept this until it was forced on her by the courts. Well, than so be it. There was one unpleasant moment when her father and mother came to see me. Billy was not home and Violet and Ben Delong, Billy's parents knocked on my door. I let them in against my better judgment and invited them to sit in the family room. I sat down and asked them what they wanted. Ben began. "We have to ask why you are being so unreasonable with our daughter. She's admitted she made a mistake and she's promised that it would never happen again. Why are you not able to accept her at her word? Why are you so determined to punish her?" While this question was absurd on the face of it, I kept my cool and answered as calmly as I could. "I'm not punishing her Ben, and she did not just make a mistake. What she did is just one of a number of actions she's taken when things didn't go her way. She is not able to accept anything that is not to her liking. I did something that she didn't care for and she punished me by sleeping with a man who was at the time my best friend. She did it not once, but three times, the third time I caught them together. But there are other things she's done that finally convinced me that Billy was never going to be able to be faithful to our marriage." Violet decided to take a crack at me, a crack that showed her feelings for me. "You are being very judgmental, especially when you have been anything but perfect yourself. Are you saying that you have never cheated on Billy? Never in your travels have you not spent a night with someone else? I think not!" "You may think whatever you like about me. I will not discuss my failings with you except to say that I was always faithful to Billy. I would never have done that to her. I loved her too much to do that. I'm afraid she can't say the same about me." Ben gave Violet a look that spoke volumes. I wondered how he tolerated that woman. "Is there no chance that you can reconsider your decision? I know that Billy sees the error of her ways and wants nothing more than to try to make amends. Will you not let her try?" I looked in his eyes and I could tell that he was actually upset about this. Apparently he loved his daughter very much and the fact that she was hurting must have overcome his dislike for me. I could respect that at least. "Ben, I'm very sorry. If I believed there was any chance for Billy and I, I would take it in a heartbeat. But there is no chance for us. Billy knows it deep down in her heart. She is what she is. I thought I could live with her as she was, but I was wrong." Violet looked like she wanted to say more but Ben stopped her. They rose and I showed them to the door. As they left, Ben turned one last time and shook my hand. He knew, I believed then, that he understood his daughter and who she was. I left that weekend for Denver and let my lawyer friend act on my behalf in the divorce. That was the last time I spoke with Billy or her parents until years later. I began my new job the following week and settled in my new apartment. I remember saying at one point during a phone call to Paula that this was the first day of the rest of my new life. (I was mistaken but I didn't know it then.) She just laughed and said that she was ready to move if I still wanted her. It was too lonely without me. I told her to make it quick and we hung up, her to make arrangements and me to begin my new life. |
Tina was excited, much more excited than Kevin was today. After a particularly long fight the week before, they had somehow arrived at the decision that an open relationship would be the best thing for both of them. Today, it was time to see if that was really true. They came up with some ground rules before taking the plunge and looking for new partners. First, protection was an absolute must. Second, no feelings, just sex. Third, each of them had to keep the other informed of potential partners and plans. Finally, each of them was allowed to watch if they wanted to. After a week looking for partners, Kevin found it was more difficult than he had imagined to find women for a few casual hookups, and Tina thought that was hilarious. She, of course, had no problems finding a few partners. Today was her first, with the adrenaline and excitement, she couldn't even remember his name. She just had an address, and knew that she was looking for the black guy with the 9" cock. Kevin had no idea what kind of person she had picked, just that he was allowed to watch if he wanted to. She was excited, already imagining her partners huge cock destroying her tight, freshly shaved pussy, even thinking about offering up her ass if the mood was right for that. When they get out of the car, they see her new partner sitting on the steps leading up to his loft apartment. He nods in their direction, and waves for them to come over. Dressed in tight fitting kakis and a button down that shows off his more-than-ample muscles, he welcomes them, takes Tina by the hand and leads her up the stairs to his front door. Kevin, trailing behind, completely ignored at this point, is mostly curious to know what's going to happen next. His stomach turns when he hears the key in the lock, and the large black man leads Tina into the apartment. Kevin gets a look from them man, as if to say "what the hell are you doing here?" but after a second of awkward eye contact, they both shrug. Tina, heart pounding, can't help but notice how well built the man is, or how his cock is already straining at his pants, making it clear that 9" was his way of being modest online. Yes, it was 9" but it also appeared thicker around than she could reach with her hand, and he hadn't even taken it out of his pants yet. Leading them both inside, the man walks over to the table, grabs a chair, and places it next to the bed. More than an arms length away but plenty close for Kevin to see everything he never wanted to. Kevin cautiously breaks the silence, and addresses Tina. "Hey babe, are you sure you want to do this, I mean..." But he is cut off by her piercing look, resting on him for a second before she turns back to the man, lust in her eyes. He moves her over to the bed, lowering her onto it, and begins undressing her, placing each item of clothing carefully on the foot of the bed. Once Tina is completely naked, he looks over, and motions for Kevin to take a seat in the chair. Kevin looks on nervously, terrified that after this man, he will never be able to satisfy Tina again. In addition to the terror, however, Kevin feels an incredible lust forming as well. his cock swells, and strains against his jeans as he sits down. He adjusts his dick inside his jeans, as Tina tells him that he's welcome to take it out if he wants. He shakes his head "no," still too scared to do anything but watch as the black man undresses. First, taking off his shirt, then his pants, then his socks. He slowly pulls down his boxers, revealing an enormous uncut cock, already a full 8" long and not yet fully hard. He strokes it a few times, and asks Tina if she brought condoms. Her eyes widen, as she tells him she forgot. The man shrugs, and walks over to the bed, as Kevin stares on in shock. "No, wait!" he manages to choke out, horrified that his girlfriend was about to be impaled by such a monster cock, and horrified that it wouldn't even be with protection. "Don't worry," Tina tells Kevin, "I'll make sure he pulls out." The man just smirks and straddles Tina's chest, offering her his cock just inches away from her lips. She tentatively licks the bottom of his head, and his cock jumps in anticipation. He reaches around behind her head and slowly guides her mouth around his cock, pushing in as far as he can without hurting her, and then pulling back out. He repeats his a few times before turning himself around, cock still in her mouth, moving in and out slowly. Now in an inverted 69, he buries his head between her legs, and gives her already dripping pussy a long lick. Tina moans on his cock, causing him to become even harder. Kevin, watching dumbfound from the chair, can't help but notice that his precum is soaking through his jeans already. More turned on than he thought he could ever be, he almost unconsciously reaches down with one hand and rubs his rock hard cock through his jeans. The man turns around again, lining his cock up with Tina's tight pussy, and begins to thrust, barely managing to get a few inches of his massive girth into her before bottoming out. Determined to take him all though, Tina reaches around, grabs his ass and guides him to push harder and harder until he is balls deep in her dripping pussy. Moving in and out slowly, just warming up, it doesn't take long for Tina to reach her first orgasm. As she cums, her body shakes, and her pussy clenches around his cock, Kevin watching on, realizing that he is never going to be big enough to satisfy her. Recovering from the intense orgasm, Tina reaches up, and kisses the man on the lips, then whispers for him to go faster. Reaching full speed he slams in and out of her pussy as it drips on to the bed, creating a sizable wet spot as she cums again, the man considerately pausing his thrusting while she screams and writhes around his cock. Exhausted from a second orgasm, knowing that the man has a lot more stamina than Kevin ever did, she feels her heart pounding fast and hard. She can hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth as she says to him, "I want you to fuck my ass now" Not needing to be told twice, the man flips Tina over into doggystyle, lining up his now lubed cock with her ass, appreciating how small and perfect her hole is. He slowly pushes his head in, and Tina winces as it pops into place. Taking it slow, he thrusts in and out as Tina works her own clit to yet another orgasm as her asshole loosens up enough to take half the man's cock. Continuing like this for a few minutes, the man grunts, indicating that he is about to cum. Wincing again as she pulls herself off his cock, Tina turns around to receive his cum on her face. The man admires his handiwork as her ruined asshole pops off his cock and her face appears beneath his rock hard cock. She licks him a few times, stroking furiously until he cums all over her face and hair. Quickly getting dressed again, Kevin, still in shock, takes Tina's hand as they exit the apartment. Kevin, with his cock still flopping free, and Tina, wearing her partner's cum on her face, get back into their car, both shocked and dumbfounded at what just transpired. "Fuck." says Kevin, "What happens now?" |
I sat in that hotel room and watched her...watched as she told her story, watched as she cried, watched as she grew exhausted and, finally, watched as she slept. I knew she only slept because I had strongly encouraged her to take a few sleeping pills...she really needed the rest. She'd been carrying a huge weight on her shoulders, that's for sure. She was dating, and running drugs for, a man that would certainly hang her out to dry. And ultimately, she was working for Jimmy L, one of the biggest dealers in New York. It so happens he was also a problem for me. He just happened to be the number two guy under the man who had once tried to kill me. I shook my head, grabbing my car keys, scribbling a quick note, and leaving a room that suddenly seemed too small and stuffy. As I folded my rather tall frame into my trusty Toyota, I shook my head again. I found the entire situation to be utterly absurd. And I wondered if I could save this woman...if she _wanted_ to be saved. My mind was running a mile a minute as my foot pressed heavily on the gas. I felt the need for cool air against my cheeks, the feeling of freedom as the car made its way down a pretty deserted highway. I wasn't sure which direction I was driving in...I wasn't sure I cared. I was more amused that I had a knack for falling for women who wound up in trouble with gangs in New York City. Over a decade later and I was in the same situation. How had I turned my life completely around, turned it 180 degrees from where it had been when I was 19, and still wound up back in the same situation? In between a beautiful woman and the Netas. I laughed, but I didn't really find anything funny. She was in trouble and I was not sure I could help her. Not without radically changing my life and possibly ending my career. Because to help her, I would most likely need help from my grandfather. And I had been very careful to put a lot of distance between my job and my grandfather. Contacting him, asking him for guidance, and maybe even for protection, would most likely get me kicked off the force. You can't have a criminal as a close relative. And my grandfather? I had checked once I was hired. He'd been indicted for murder at least three times. No way would my supervisors let that one go. So, once again, I had to ask myself, was my life work risking for a woman? For _this_ woman? I sighed. I didn't know. I just didn't know. ***** She was groggy when she woke. And the room was dark. Even so, she could tell Tae was no longer there. There was something about the feel of the room that made it obvious she was alone. She wouldn't blame Tae if she'd left for good. The mess she'd gotten herself in? It was crazy. It was idiotic. And who knew if she could escape it now? What were the options? Testify against Dylan and Jimmy L.? That was a death sentence. She knew Jimmy was connected in a serious way in New York. He was certainly connected in a way that made Dylan fear him. Who was she to think she could save herself by turning him in? And what kind of life would she have anyway? Did she know enough to earn her protection from the government? Did she want to move to a new city, as a new person, and live a new life? Did she want to leave her teaching job, her friends, the Northeast...Tae? She sighed. Tae should not factor into her decisions. She wasn't even sure Tae was coming back. Yet, the thought of never seeing the woman again...well, it wasn't pleasant. She sighed again. She stood, deciding to take a hot shower and maybe get something to eat. When she moved the comforter, she saw the sheet of hotel stationary fall to the floor. She picked up the paper and read the bold, neat handwriting.'_Went for a drive. Stay put.'_ So, she would return. She smiled at the thought, staring at the note as her eyes filled with tears. God, she'd made a mess of things. What right did she have to drag Tae into this? Tae seemed to be a decent person, she had a career, a life...if she decided to go against Jimmy, how could she ask Tae to risk her safety, her job, her life for her? What kind of monster would she be if she did that? She wiped the tears from her cheeks, wincing as she encountered the raw, swollen bruises. In the bathroom, she stared into the mirror, wondering who was staring back at her. She recognized parts of the reflection, the dark, curls framing her face, the honey-caramel skin, the worried amber colored eyes, the dimples decorating her pronounced cheeks. But she couldn't place the black and blue bruises, the puffiness, the thick, dark lashes, heavy with tears. She couldn't place the pinched concern around her mouth, the wrinkles in her forehead, the bags beneath her eyes. Who was this woman staring back at her? Who was she and where had Victoria Longman gone? She shook her head. Maybe it was time to make some huge changes in her life. Changes that would allow her to face the woman in the mirror again. The question was, should those changes include Tae Gonzalez or not? ***** Tae pulled the car into a parking spot at the hotel hours later and simply sat. There were a million reasons to walk away, to leave the woman in that hotel room with some words of advice and nothing more. And logically she knew that's what she _should_ do. But she also knew that's not what she _would_ do. Instead, she intended to try and convince Vicky to risk her future, to risk her life, by turning in her boyfriend and a very well-connected drug dealer. She made her way back to the hotel room and heard the shower shut off as she closed the door. She took a deep breath. She wasn't sure she was ready to have this conversation with Vicky. How do you tell someone her life was over? That if she didn't become a witness for the state, the men in her life would probably kill her? She turned the television off, combing her fingers through her thick locks impatiently. How should she start? Should she tell her about her grandfather? About almost being killed so many years ago? About the kind of men Jimmy worked for? About the options the DA would surely offer her? Which angle was the least intimidating, the least terrifying? Honestly they all sounded pretty shitty to her. She wasn't any closer to an answer when the bathroom door opened. But for a moment at least none of that seemed to matter. All she could see was wet, glistening, honey colored flesh, thick, shapely thighs, a nicely rounded bottom, heavy breasts with dark nipples, hard from the cool air...the sight of her charge, sans clothes, erased every other thought from her head. It was obvious Vicky hadn't realized she'd returned. She was searching through a small make-up bag on the counter, reaching up to pull the elastic band from her hair and shaking the short curls free. She combed her fingers through her hair, not realizing how much more of her body she was exposing, before looking into the mirror and catching a glimpse of the tall woman who stood frozen, taking her in. "Oh!" Vicky dashed back into the bathroom, closing the door between them. Tae shook her head, trying to erase the image from her mind...trying to get her hormones in check. Jesus, the woman was intoxicating. It was the second time the woman had completely erased everything from her mind. Tae shook her head again, trying to focus. What was she supposed to talk to her about? Oh yeah, she was supposed to tell Vicky her life was over... Minutes later Vicky stepped from the bathroom, a short tee shirt covering her well-proportioned frame. She smiled, embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were back," she apologized shyly. Tae nodded, not sure she could get any other words past the constriction in her throat. The tee shirt wasn't helping much. How could someone be so sexy in a fucking tee shirt? She turned her back as Vicky moved toward the clothes she'd left on the bed. She listened to the sounds of her sliding material over those delicious curves and swallowed again, trying to clear her head. "Okay, I'm decent. Sorry about that." Tae turned to face the fully clothed woman and wondered why even the sight of her fully dressed wasn't enough to cool her off. She ran her fingers through her thick, dark mane of hair again, sighing. "Uh...you hungry?" Tae finally managed to utter, her voice thick with arousal. It would be best to get this woman out of the room and away from a bed before she lost control...again. Vicky shook her head. She was hungry, but she didn't really want to leave now that Tae had returned. Instead, she wanted to talk. She wanted to let Tae know she would understand if she left. That this was not her problem and it would probably be for the best if she just forgot about her and returned to her own life. She had rehearsed the speech in her head while she showered...now she just had to get it past her lips. She hesitated, approaching the tall, honeyed colored woman. "Tae," she started, licking her lips, forcing herself not to focus on the sheer energy the woman exuded. "I-I...uh, I wanted to th-thank you...for everything. But you really d-don't need to—" Tae watched the woman before her, stuttering, her long lashes hiding those enticing amber colored eyes, licking her full, luscious lips absentmindedly in a way that went straight to Tae's gut. She swallowed, not sure how long she would be able to resist. She cursed softly, moving two steps away from the beauty now staring up at her anxiously. "Jesus, you're driving me to distraction." Tae exhaled. "I am?" Vicky asked, confused. "Yeah, you are. Fuck." Tae turned from her, counting to 10 in her head, thinking of sheep jumping over fences, trying to recall the periodic table...anything to steer her mind in a different direction. But the feel of the woman as she moved to stand directly behind her, the gentleness of her touch as she reached out to touch Tae's arm... "I don't underst—" Tae turned abruptly, leaning down and covering Vicky's lips with her own. It was not a tender kiss, a lover's kiss...it was filled with hunger...and maybe just a little anger. Anger that this woman had shown up in her life, had taken her back to a place she didn't want to be, had gotten under her skin. She pulled Vicky close, her body filled with a delectable tension she hadn't felt in years. She would stop if Vicky demanded it, if she made the slightest protest she would stop...but the woman in her arms just melted against her. She swore silently, brutally gripping Vicky's upper arms as she started to move them backwards toward the bed. "Jesus, stop me Victoria," Tae pleaded softly. But Vicky did no such thing, sighing deeply as Tae moved in to hungrily ravage her mouth again. Surprised at first, she'd only needed a little coaxing, just a little push from the tall aggressor, before she was responding in kind. The feel of those lips, she remembered them well...full, soft...titillating. They moved against hers, drawing her in, capturing her senses, erasing every other thought from her brain. She was still being moved backwards and then could feel herself being lowered, but didn't put two and two together. She realized she'd landed on something soft as Tae pushed her down, climbing between her legs. Then the air whooshed from her lungs as she felt the weight of the taller woman on top of her, creating even more of a light-headed feeling within. Those full lips were wreaking havoc, claiming her mouth over and over again, toying with her senses, teasing her...she felt the heat of Tae's tongue stroke her bottom lip, caressing it, adoring it, bathing it sensually, and her breath hitched again. She squeezed her eyes shut, a whimper escaping from her as Tae's mouth continued to dominate. The woman hadn't touched any other part of her, only her mouth, yet she felt as if she was on fire. She'd never been kissed so passionately...so thoroughly. It rendered her defenseless. Vicky could feel herself overheating and sought to cool off...beginning to remove the clothes from her body. It wasn't logical, the desire to be naked, pressed against this strangely aloof, powerfully charged woman, but she gave in to the need anyway. She was more than a little surprised when Tae stayed her hands, preventing her from disrobing as she continued to nullify her common senses with that painfully delicious mouth. Instead, Tae shifted just a bit and pinned Vicky's hands beneath her buttocks. She felt helpless for a moment, a brief wave of anxiety sweeping through her before Tae's skillful mouth removed even that thought. Tae was kicking herself mentally, willing herself to stop, but unable to do so. She couldn't resist the charms of this woman for some reason, first at the station, now here. She could feel her body teetering on the edge as the woman wiggled beneath her, their breath comingling sweetly. She lifted her body just slightly, her hand deftly opening the button of Vicky's jeans, her hand sliding past the waistband and finding its way to her feverish core. She stroked the fine hairs slowly, gently, her lips never ceasing to ensnare her willing captive's senses. Vicky almost came unglued as that hand made its way past the slight swell of her stomach, resting against her soft downy center. Tae paused, nibbling at Vicky's upper lip, capturing the woman's attention again. At that moment, when she was lost in the sensations the woman was creating above, those clever fingers parted her thickened, slick nether lips, tenderly stroking the length of them. Vicky moaned loudly, the sound swallowed by Tae, her back arching as a long, thick finger found its way home and settled in. She felt that finger moving, pulling almost all the way out, plunging back in again, joined by another, pleasingly stretching her. Her nipples were rock hard, rubbing deliciously against Tae's perfectly round, full breasts. She could feel her body responding, obediently following Tae's lead. Her senses were overloading, those fingers pumping in and out of her, Tae's thumb tapping impatiently against her swollen clit, those lips swallowing her moans, the weight of Tae's body pressing down, almost suffocating her...she knew she was going to explode. Her eyes opened as suddenly Tae tore her lips away from hers, opening those intense, grey eyes and staring down into her soul. "Come for me," Tae demanded softly. Just the sound of that husky, powerful voice unhinged her. She cried out as her body was pummeled by a barrage of viciously exquisite sensations. They washed over her, freezing her, shocking her...she cried out again as Tae added yet another finger, burying them deeply within her slick heat, maneuvering her hand so she could rub against the front of Vicky's vaginal wall. It sent the smaller woman over again and she squeezed her thighs together tightly as she mewled uncontrollably, trying to slow the onslaught. Instead, she felt cool air against her burning nipples as Tae impatiently raised her tee shirt. Then the slightly agonizing wonder of teeth gently sinking into a painfully erect nipple, the swollen nub between her thighs, no longer shrouded by its hood, suddenly seized between two fingers and skillfully manipulated. Her third orgasm was no less intense. She called out Tae's name as it slammed into her. Tae hungrily devoured the erect nipples standing before her, taking her time with each, ensuring they remained rock hard. Her fingers continued to fuck into the warm, tight tunnel, relentless, until she felt a fourth massive shudder seize her willing prey, vaginal walls nicely squeezing her hand. She was far gone, her body taking over, her desire to coax every last orgasm from someone so innocent, yet so luscious and gratifyingly responsive, overwhelming her. She was so distracted that it took her a few moments to realize the woman beneath her was no longer moaning...instead she softly crying. Tae took a deep breath, removing her hand from within Vicky's jeans and forcing herself to ignore the pressing sexual tension within her own body. Instead, she sat up and gathered the woman to her, holding her close. She'd witnessed this before. Sometimes overwhelming sensations created in the body provided a perfect opportunity to purge emotions. She wished she could say that had been her intent all along. It hadn't. But allowing Vicky the time and space to cry was a decent way of assuaging her own guilt. ***** They sat like that, Vicky nestled against Tae's chest, for a long time, darkness settling in around them. When Vicky finally shifted a little, Tae reached over to switch on a lamp, but then pulled the woman back into her arms, kissing her forehead. "You okay?" Tae asked softly. Vicky nodded, not able to answer yet. She settled herself more comfortably against Tae, enjoying the feel of the woman's strong arms around her. They were silent for a little while longer until Tae heard Vicky's stomach growl and chuckled softly. "I think we better go get something to eat." Vicky sighed, but nodded yet again. Tae watched her scooch off the bed and quickly close her jeans, running fingers through her soft cloud of dark curls before readjusting her tee shirt. She raised a brow as Vicky looked around for something, finally locating the bra she'd discarded earlier and disappearing into the bathroom. Tae took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, and then hopping off the bed. God, she had to get a fucking grip. Now was not the time for this. They had a lot they needed to discuss without the distraction of sex. Moments later Vicky reemerged, grabbed her jacket and followed Tae from the small hotel room. They sat across from one another in a diner they'd found within walking distance. After ordering, Tae watched her charge carefully, noticing the way she carefully avoided Tae's gaze. Her hands were nervously shredding a napkin until Tae covered them with her own. "Hey, relax, okay? And uh—" she hesitated, "I'm sorry I let things get out of control." Vicky suddenly met those cool, grey eyes, distraught when she noticed the concern in them. "Tae, don't." She turned her hands over and took hold of Tae's. "I'm okay. Sorry for the tears. I just—" she blew out a gust of air, "I don't know. I just needed to let that out." Tae nodded, "don't worry about it." They moved their hands when the waitress brought the drinks and Tae waited until she left before clearing her throat again. "We do need to talk though." She watched those amber eyes shift away, looking around at the other customers nervously. "Vick," she started, "you need to turn them in and testify against them." Those words...those words...Vicky didn't want to hear them. She felt her eyes fill with tears and reached for her lemonade, trying to calm herself. "I can't," she whispered, "I just can't." Tae sighed, reaching across to take the terrified woman's hand once again. "Actually, you can. I'll help you. I'll stay with you." Vicky raised her eyes and stared at the woman across from her. Had she really just promised to stick with her through this? "I can't let you—" Vicky started halfheartedly. "Look, let's just get you some rest tonight and tomorrow we'll go see the D.A., okay?" Vicky released a breath, taking another sip of the lemonade. Maybe she _could_ do this. With Tae by her side, she felt she could probably do anything. ***** I watched her sleep that night, wondering what the fuck I had agreed to. Had I lost my fucking mind? Did I really just agree to stick by this woman's side while she testified against someone who worked, however tangentially, for my grandfather? Jesus, I _had_ lost my fucking mind. Or should I say I was losing my mind yet again, like I'd done with Jaffy all those years ago? I sighed, reaching back to quickly twist my hair into one thick braid. I slipped on my Timbs and pulled on a jacket, stepping into the corridor and closing the door quietly behind me. I dug the card I'd carried for well over a decade out of my wallet and headed toward the stairwell as I dialed the number. Even though it was 1am, I knew someone would answer. Whether or not I would be allowed to speak with him was a different matter. Surprisingly, I didn't get much of a hassle once I identified myself. But when someone picked up the line after a brief pause, it was not my grandfather's voice on the other end. "Taegan?" It was a gruff, Hispanic voice, deep...somewhat familiar, but not really. It was too young to be my grandfather's, of that I was certain. "I'm trying to reach Don Carlos?" I insisted. "Taegan, this is your father." The words stunned me. Absolutely and utterly stunned me. First I saw images of a smiling, playful man with perfect white teeth who smelled of a wonderful musky scent, tossing me up in the air and laughing as I squealed with laughter. I saw him tickling my mother in the kitchen one morning as she cooked breakfast for us. I saw him sitting beside me, helping me put together a jigsaw puzzle. But then I saw my mother lying in the hospital, dying of cancer, riddled with pain...and I was sitting beside her alone although I knew he'd been released from prison by then. That image erased my earlier memories of him. I couldn't bring myself to say anything to him. "Taegan—" "My name is Tae." I said with unmasked hostility. He paused, "your grandfather asked me to take this call. Is there a problem?" I licked my lips, trying to force myself to speak, remembering Vicky needed me to reach out to my family, "why can't I speak to him?" Another pause, "Taegan, he's not feeling well. Please, talk to me." I closed my eyes, dropping down heavily onto the stairs. It took a few minutes for me to get past my anger. "I have a problem," I started, and then I let it all rush from me. He didn't interrupt, only asking a brief question here and there. When I was done, and feeling quite exhausted, there was a very lengthy pause on the other end of the phone. I only knew he was there because I heard him swearing softly in Spanish periodically. I just waited. "Fuck." He finally offered. I don't know why, but the expletive made me smile, considering I'd said the same thing to Vicky. I heard him take yet another deep breath. "This woman, who is she to you?" I hesitated, not sure if he knew about my proclivity for women, "a friend," I finally hedged. "Are you sleeping with her?" I raised a brow, glancing down at the cell in my hand. I guess he did know. "Yeah." Another round of Spanish curses. "Taegan," he started again. "Tae," I reminded him, although with a little less hostility. "Taegan," he insisted, just like my mother had always insisted on using my full name, "she cannot turn them in." I closed my eyes. Yeah, I knew he was gonna say that, but I had been hoping... "No other option." I told him. "She walks away. Starts a new life somewhere else." "With what?" I snapped, "tits and ass?" He didn't say anything for a moment and I knew, based on the little my mother had shared with me about him, he was probably taking a deep breath to avoid cursing me out. So, I took a deep breath and tried to be an adult about this. "Sorry," I muttered. "She doesn't have the money to do that." "Taegan, the minute she goes to the D.A., they will find someone to put a bullet in her head." I didn't appreciate the graphic imagery, but I knew he was right. "I think they'll offer her witness protection." I countered. He laughed bitterly, "and? Do you know how large the organization is now?" I sighed. Actually, I did know how extensive the Neta organization had become since my departure from New York. I scratched my head, wondering what I should do now. "I already convinced her to go to the D.A. tomorrow." "Un-convince her." I bit my lip, undecided for a moment, but then making up my mind. "I can't do that. It's her only chance," I hesitated, "and I'm going with her into WitSec." "Absolutely not." I laughed into the phone, "you're kidding, right? You lost your parental right to tell me what to do a long time ago." "Taegan Elba Marie...they will hunt you down and kill you. Do you understand? And that will start a war between the two sects, you know that." "Then tell me what to do," I demanded harshly. That was greeted with more silence. I thought he'd hung up until I heard, "bring her to New York. We'll see you tomorrow." And he ended the call. ******* I explained most of it to her on the drive to New York. She sat silently, trying to digest the information. I was taking her to New York, the one city she was trying to avoid, to meet the man Jimmy worked for. Even after I told her he was my grandfather, it didn't sit well with her. I held her trembling hand for most of the two hour drive. The brownstone wasn't really that familiar. Not surprising given the circumstances under which I arrived when I was 19. Things only began to look familiar when the elevator doors opened and I vaguely recognized the door we now stood in front of. When I knocked, someone opened the peephole and then the door. I didn't recognize this man, but he was Latino and huge, muscles upon muscles. I assumed he was a bodyguard. He motioned for us to follow him. The den was even more familiar. It hadn't changed much, the burgundy leather sofa and chairs, the desks...I was pretty certain the computers were new. When we entered, there were four men already seated. They all stood. I recognized my grandfather, who walked over to me, more slowly than he had so many years ago, and hugged me. He rubbed my back a little and whispered for me to relax and sit down. They were good instructions, because I had tensed up immediately. The other man in the room that I recognized was still attractive with his rich, dark hair, cut close to the scalp now and peppered with gray, his dark eyes and those thick brows I remembered. He was clean shaven now and still quite muscular. Marcos. I would never forget his face. He sized me up as I entered and smirked a bit. I wanted to punch him in the face, but I did as my grandfather said, guiding Vicky to the only empty sofa. The other two men in the room? One was seated beside Marcos. He was also Latino, his hair long and braided into cornrows. His face was rugged and hardened. He was rather young and the only reason I recognized him was because I'd looked up his mug shot once before. James Lasher, better known as Jimmy L. Finally, I turned my gaze to the last man in the room. Much like the voice on the phone, I vaguely remembered the face. He was very handsome, tall, not too thin, with piercing, dark eyes, a head full of rich, thick black hair, _my_ hair, and a jagged scar from his temple to his chin. I had the flashback of him tossing me into the air again as he nodded to me and smiled...his teeth were still white and perfect. I nodded back although I didn't have much to say to him...my father. "Gentlemen and ladies," my grandfather started the meeting, "we have a dilemma. You're all familiar with the details. I have found a solution." He turned to Vicky, "Ms. Longman, you will turn in your boyfriend and testify against him in court." He turned to Jimmy, "you will tell him to do the time and keep his mouth closed or we'll cut his fucking heart out." He turned to Marcos, "you will compensate the boyfriend and reign this asshole in." He said, indicating Jimmy. "My granddaughter is not to be touched. Her friend is not to be touched. ¿Comprendé?" His voice was clear and strong and allowed no room for arguments. Marcos and Jimmy each nodded once. When my grandfather turned to us, we also nodded. "Perdón, Don Carlos, what about the money she stole?" Jimmy asked. My grandfather turned to me and I shrugged, "her boyfriend owed her that money." I could see Jimmy was about to protest, but my grandfather held up a hand, "fuck the money. Anything else?" No one said a word. Minutes later Marcos and Jimmy stood to leave. My grandfather made his way over to us, "Ms. Longman, would you join me for a café?" Vicky looked at me and I nodded. She stood and followed my grandfather out of the room. That left me and my father, who had been ordered by his father to "talk to your daughter" on his way out of the room. I didn't help, not interested in helping this man to follow his father's orders. Instead, I simply sat, staring at him coolly. He licked his lips and sat down across from me. I wondered what he would say. What would make his decision not to contact me once he was released, his decision to allow me to deal with my mother's death alone, all better? I couldn't imagine. We sat in silence for a little while longer before he cleared his throat. "Your mother asked me not to contact you." Okay...that might work. I simply raised a brow. "I was with her during the last month. I stayed at a hotel...I only left the room when you were coming. You always came at the same time, before work and after work. I would just wait until you left and then stay with her." I was...dumbfounded. I already couldn't think of a thing to say. "She said you were doing well. She didn't want me to interfere. She didn't want you to have anything to do with this life..." I closed my eyes for a moment...yes, that sounded like my mother. Just like her, actually. "She asked me not to contact you. That I should only communicate with you if you needed me, if you reached out to me first. I agreed." I could still think of nothing to say, so I simply watched him. "Look, I don't expect miracles. I know you think I haven't thought of you in years, but it's not true. I was there when you graduated from the academy. Sitting right beside your mother." I wracked my brain trying to remember anyone sitting beside my mother, but I was so preoccupied on that day, it's possible I'd missed him. I was still silent, but I looked at him through new eyes...open eyes. "My father is not doing well. He has demanded that I make amends with you. Again, I don't expect miracles. Just don't...shut me out, okay? I mean—" He licked his lips again, "I just want to check in on you, make sure you're okay...if that's okay with you." He reached out and took my hand...I didn't resist. I couldn't really process what he was saying. It was all too...confusing. I was really focused on making sure Vicky was okay, not trying to resolve things with my father. In fact, I had been so convinced he was an asshole, I never thought about the possibility of reconciling. I sighed, nodding when he simply stared at me. He smiled and squeezed my hand. Then he stood and I followed. "So, this girl? Your mother was worried about you being alone. Is she...?" Now it was my turn to lick my lips. I had reached out to my well connected family to save Vicky's life. What was she to me? I had no idea quite honestly. "I don't know. Right now I just need to get her through the next few weeks with the D.A." He nodded. I stared at him for a moment longer and then turned to leave the room. ******* |
To Him, It was so wonderful to get your love note. It excites me to read what is in store for me! I'm so blessed that you are so sensitive to my needs and that you are willing to offer me such special TLC and "physical" therapy. Now it's my turn! This is what I am going to do for you. I meet you at the door, dressed in my bathrobe. Grabbing your hand, I pull you in the door. I press my body to yours. I crush my breasts against your chest and my pelvis to your crotch. I kiss you hard. I kiss you with passion. I kiss you with my whole body. I suck your tongue into my mouth and twirl my tongue around yours. I grind my pelvis against you, rotating it around and against your penis. I put my arms around your waist and reach behind you. Pulling you tight, I squeeze your cheeks. Feeling your growing erection against me, I push you away. I remove your suit coat and tie. Taking your hand, I lead you to the bedroom. Your eyes grow wide as you take in the atmosphere. Soft sensual music fills the room. Glowing candles create shimmering shadows on the walls. The aroma of roses fills your senses. You turn to me and smile. Your smile widens as I sensuously drop my robe exposing my naked body. I place you on the edge of the bed. I sit next to you and gently massage the area behind your ears. I lightly scratch your scalp and run my fingers through your hair. You sigh. I caress up and down your neck with the backs of my fingers. You shiver. I turn you so that your back is toward me. Reaching around you, I unbutton your shirt and pull it down so that I can give your tired shoulders my special attention. I massage and squeeze and kiss across them. I lick your neck. You slowly take in a full breath, then breathe it out deeply. I reach around you and graze my fingers across your nipples. I make circles around them. As they harden, I flick them and pull them and twist them. You shudder. I turn you toward me and pull off your shirt. My fingers trace circles on your chest. I massage you there and lightly pull on your chest hairs. I caress your shoulders again. I tell you that I love you. I lean and touch a nipple with my tongue. You reach for me but I push your arms to your side. Placing my hands on your shoulders, I lick each nipple. I suck each nipple. I gently bite each nipple. You groan and your body trembles. I push you onto your back. My fingers caress down each arm and I massage your palms. Lifting your hand to my mouth I kiss and lick and suck each finger. I straddle you, gaze into your deep blue eyes, lean over you, and place a kiss on your lips. My blonde hair falls over your face. I lick a nipple. Your body jerks. I lick across your chest to your other nipple. You moan. I take a nipple between my lips and suck it eagerly into my mouth. I alternate between gently biting and swirling my tongue around it. I twist and pull on your other nipple with my fingers. Again, you reach for me. I push your hands away. I caress your chest and stomach. Giving a parting flick of my finger to each nipple I kiss down your chest. I twirl my tongue around and into your belly button. You moan. I quickly slide off of you and grab the bulge that has grown in your pants. I unbuckle your belt with my other hand. Looking into your eyes, I slowly and playfully pull the zipper down. I give your hardening penis a squeeze. I remove your pants. I tickle your balls and run my fingers along the underside of your penis. I pull off your briefs and, pushing on your stomach, straddle you. I lean down and lick an ear. I suck on its lobe and swirl my tongue inside. I turn your head and give attention to the other ear. I lick down your neck. Placing a gentle kiss where your shoulder meets your neck causes you to wiggle. I turn you on your stomach. I cover your back with kisses then lick and suck and nip with my teeth. I slowly kiss and lick down your spine. I squeeze your buttocks. I work my way across each cheek, kissing and licking and biting. Your legs spread involuntarily. I reach for your thighs and spread them wider. I kiss along the crack between your cheeks. Spreading your cheeks further, I lick to your anus and press my tongue against its warmth. Your body arches from the sensation. You groan. As your anus relaxes, I part it with two fingers. I slip my tongue inside and begin a slow thrusting in and out. You moan with pleasure. You lift your hips, push your anus hard against my tongue, and begin moving them up and down in rhythm with my probing tongue. I stop. I remove my tongue. You whimper a protest. I lick my way down the inside of your thighs, my hands caressing in the wake of each lick. I lick and suck and bite behind your knees while caressing your calves. I turn around and sit on your cheeks. I lift one leg, then the other, to my chest and massage your feet. I kiss and lick and suck each toe. I stand and move to the end of the bed. I take one foot and place its big toe between my thighs. I move it back and forth against my pussy, brushing it against my clitoris. I slip your toe just inside my wet pussy lips and work it in and out then press it on my clit. My moans of pleasure excite you. You turn to reach for me. I stop. I move you onto your back. With my hands and mouth, I work my way back up your legs, massaging, caressing, kissing, and licking all the way. At last I reach your trembling erection. I comment on its hardness and complement you on its size. Turning my back, I lay may head on your chest. I fondle your balls. I run my tongue across one nipple, then the other. I suck then, one at a time, swirling my tongue around each. Your body jerks. You pull my head against your nipple and demand that I suck it as strongly as I can. You moan and rotate your hips. I lean over your chest. I take your penis between the palms of my hands and rub it back and forth between them. I lick its very tip with my tongue, then pump up and down with on hand while tickling your scrotum with the fingers of the other. I lay my head on your abdomen and begin kissing and licking along each side of your swollen penis. I suck you into my mouth. Your body twitches and you groan from the sensation. I run my tongue over the head of your penis. It jerks. Playfully, I flick my tongue on its tip, then slide it along the slit. You moan for me to stop. I lean over your penis, take it into my mouth, and slowly move my lips down the length of you. I increase the suction of my mouth as I pull upward. I begin an up and down movement. You place your hands on the back of my head and beg me to take you deeper. I reward you by taking your penis to the back of my throat. While holding you deep, I reach behind your hips with one hand and finger your anus. I caress your penis with my tongue as I pull you almost out of my mouth. Again I take it fully into my mouth and my throat and hold you there. Your hips buck. You become excited and begin thrusting your penis in and out of my mouth. I sense you becoming more and more aroused. I fondle your balls. Your penis penetrates to the back of my throat. I make swallowing movements to stimulate its tip. I feel you rising to an orgasm. Your entire body shakes. I take you even more deeply into my mouth and, with all the strength I can muster, I squeeze and suck your penis. You shout and scream at the power of your orgasm. As your come fills my mouth, I continue sucking your penis and running my tongue over its head until you plead for me to stop. I refuse. You writhe as sensations continue to course through you. You try to push my mouth from your penis but I grab your cheeks and pull you tight. Ignoring your cries, and not letting go, I continue to suck until I feel a softening. I remove my mouth and lay my head on your stomach. We lay quietly as your breathing gradually returns to normal. I stroke your chest while telling you how much I love you. I caress your penis and lightly squeeze your balls. When you begin to harden again, I lean over and swirl my tongue around your penis. I place its head between my lips and suck you into my mouth. I twist and shake my head as my mouth moves up and down, faster and faster. I take you deeper and deeper into my mouth. As you near your second orgasm, I wet a finger with my pussy juices and push it fully into your anus. Your body arches and you explode into my mouth. My mouth fills. It overflows. Your body shudders. I pull my mouth away and lick the come dripping from the end of your penis. I am aglow with the satisfaction that I have brought pleasure to you. I lay next to you. You put your arm around me and draw me close. I caress your chest, your nipples, your abdomen. I hold your penis and, squeezing and stroking I bring it to another erection. I sit on top of you. Taking hold of your penis, I guide it to the entrance of my pussy. I lower myself until you have fully entered me. We linger, taking pleasure in the feel of your penis in my pussy. I lean toward you, put my arms around you, and hold you tight. Looking lovingly into your eyes, I slowly move forward and back. With each movement, your penis penetrates more deeply into my pussy. I pull back slowly until you are almost outside of me. I thrust my hips and push you deep into me again. We find a rhythm. We move together to its beat. Our tempo increases, faster and faster. The sensation of your penis pressing against my clitoris as it moves in and out of my pussy, brings me to the point of no return. At the moment my orgasm bursts come out of my pussy, I look into your eyes and shout, "I love you so much!" You come soon afterward and I collapse on your chest. We lay silently until I have the strength to roll off of you. I curl up behind you and whisper a thank you for loving me. I hold you in my arms, gently stroking your shoulders and your back, until we fall asleep. I sat and looked longingly at you, wishing that you knew I even existed. Everything about you was perfect, from your long golden hair, perfectly formed breasts, gorgeous figure, and right down to your long, slender legs. I wondered what sort of things you liked to do at night, at the weekend, when you weren't at work. I wondered what you actually did for work, where you got your money from to look as good as you did, it obviously wasn't cheap. As I stared I felt the first stirrings of an erection in my trousers, pushing against the material, desperate to be free. Reaching between my legs I made myself as comfortable as I could, my eyes never leaving you. I so wanted to get to know you, maybe even be with you, but I didn't even know your real name, or what your face looked like, all I knew was the name you went by on the internet site I was staring at you from. Clicking on the button at the bottom of the screen the image in front of me changed. No longer could I see your whole body. Now I was confronted with your gorgeous pert tits, covered by a thin red lace bra. I could see your dark areole, and erect nipples, clearly pushing against the flimsy material and wished I could wrap my lips around them, letting my tongue flick over them, exciting you. My cock pushed harder against my trousers, the zipper barely able to hold it back, and I clicked the button once again. Your bra covered breasts and nipples were replaced by the top half of your gorgeous legs, your oh so special place, the place I had dreamt about so many times, covered by panties that matched the material of your bra. My cock was straining so hard by now that I lowered the zipper, hoping to gain a little relief, as I stared at the perfect V of your crotch, your neatly shaved pussy clearly visible through the material and I found myself wondering how good you would taste, and smell. Without even realizing I licked my, dry, lips, the image of you lowering your gorgeous pussy onto my face filling my mind, and couldn't cope any longer. Slowly I pushed my hand inside my trousers and eased them down, my cock springing out into the open, a small drop of pre-cum glistening on the end. I wrapped my hand around my thick shaft as I clicked the button again. No longer was your body hidden behind the underwear, this time you were naked from the waist up, your firm breasts, dark areole and erect nipples clearly visible. Your long perfectly manicured fingers cupped your tits, holding them directly into the camera, oh how I wished they were my hands holding you. I began to stroke my hard cock slowly, keeping my eyes firmly on your image, as I clicked the button once again. My hand moved up and down the full length of my shaft slowly as I stared at the new image on the screen in front of me, the image of your uncovered pussy, glistening with moisture, and I guessed that taking these pictures had excited you as much as they were me. One of your hands was between your legs, your fingers spreading your lips, and my hand started to move faster along my hard cock, my need to cum getting more and more urgent. Quickly I pressed the button again, desperate to see every picture before I came, and was confronted by one I hadn't seen before. You were lying on your back, on a bed, on white sheets and you were fully naked. Your legs were parted slightly, just enough to see your opening glistening, your hands partially covering your breasts, your nipples visible through your fingers. My wanking became even more frenetic at this new picture and I soon felt the first tightening in my balls, the first sign that I wasn't going to last much longer, and hurriedly pressed the button again, hoping to see yet another new picture, and I wasn't to be disappointed. This picture was the hottest one you had ever posted, and just made me want you even more. You were still on the same bed, but now you were on your knees, your perfect ass raised up as if ready to be penetrated. Your fingers were between your legs holding your pussy apart wider than you ever had before, and your tight ass hole looked back at me from the screen and I wished even more than ever that I was there, naked and behind you, holding your cheeks open as my hard cock probed against you, trying to enter you. I couldn't hold back any longer, the last picture completely pushing me over the edge, and my cock twitched violently in my hand. I closed my eyes as the first jet of cum erupted from the end of my cock, more forcefully than ever before, and continued to do so until I as completely drained. My breaths were coming fast and I opened my eyes, to take one last look at the image before me, before getting up to clean the mess I had made. I shut down the image and went to the homepage of the site before going to get some kitchen towel and when I returned there was a small flashing envelope in the corner of the screen, someone had sent me a message. After cleaning up quickly, and making sure I hadn't missed any, I opened the message. Hi there, I hope you had a good time looking through my pictures and hope that you enjoyed them, Especially the new ones I had taken just for you. I don't know why you haven't tried to get in touch but I really wish you would because, after seeing your profile picture, I would definitely like to see a hell of a lot more of you as well. Don't be a stranger come and say hi, I won't bite, unless you want me to ;) |
_This story has been categorised as "Non Consent/Reluctance", but has elements of BDSM towards the end._ * Alex had always been a model. He had his first photo shoot at the age of five and had been working ever since. At the age of age of eight he was on the short list for the 'Milky Bar Kid' and at eleven he was the face of a Belgian Yoghurt. Since then he had a pretty constant stream of catalogue and promotional work. The problem was at the age of nineteen, for the first time in his life, work was a bit thin on the ground. He had no immediate financial problems, as he had decent savings put away, but Alex was concerned. He had asked at the agency and was told that his 'innocent' looks were well suited to the'sweet sixteen' market but Marketing Departments wanted a rather more 'edgy' look for the eighteen to twenty-one audience. They mentioned that as he was now over eighteen he could go for the 'glamour' market, there was much more money in it for women that men, but it could still be lucrative. Alex was unconvinced, but did agree to at least consider offers. Since that conversation, a couple of months had passed with absolutely no work at all. The problem was not now solely financial, boredom was beginning to be an issue. He was therefore relieved when he got a call from the agency saying they had a client who sounded interesting, the job was for a day and the fee was £5,000. The agency did not know many details but suspected that the job would involve at least partial nudity. Alex thought that for £5k he should at least meet the client. He was directed to a conventional photographer's studio in an upmarket part if town. Alex asked the receptionist for "Miss Chiara Salvadori." and was directed to Studio 7. He was met at the door by a youngish woman in a long sleeved black T shirt and matching tight calf length trousers. Chiara was slim with beautiful, but at the same time quite hard, features, her dark hair was swept back in a pony tail. "Alex, pleased you could make it, I am sure the agency explained the job. You will be modelling this football kit. You can change behind the curtain in the corner." Alex was used to more detailed negotiations, but he acquiesced. He was really only thinking of the £5k; he knew that the agency vetted potential clients so was not too worried. When he got to the 'changing room' he looked at the football kit. It was styled as England kit but was obviously meant to be skin tight, in fact Alex was worried that he would not manage to fit into it. Eventually he got into the outfit and came out. He felt pretty self conscious as the kit was very tight and the shorts were very short. Alex swallowed and walked to the'stage' thinking, "What the Hell, let's get it over with." "Alex, good, you look great." Chiara then had him posing initially with football, later without. Alex was a little worried when Chiara kept taking photos of him bending over, but thought that there was no real harm done. After about twenty minutes, Chiara got Alex to take his shirt off, leaving him in the very brief and tight shorts. "Alex right now I want you to lick this dildo, put your heart into it." Alex was not at all happy but saw Chiara was not in a mood to argue so did as he was asked, licking the large pink vibrator in as provocative way as he could. On Chiara's orders he forced it way down his throat. Chiara then handed Alex a micro pair of high cut swimming trunks and told him to change. Alex had real difficulty getting into them and knew they barely covered his arse, they were tiny! But despite his reservations he complied and allowed Chiara to photograph him in various seductive poses. Alex was not that surprised when Chiara asked his to take his trunks off. He had known what was coming and had been debating with himself what to do when he got the inevitable request. Alex felt he could not really chicken out, the Agency had warned him that the job was likely to involve nude work, so he could not really claim he was there under false pretences. This being so, he felt very self conscious being naked in front of a fully clothed female photographer. Chiara took a number of shots as Alex gradually edged the trunks down his legs. She then took photos from the back with a smiling Alex looking over his shoulder, trunks in hand and from the front with Alex being naked 'trying' to retain his modesty by holding the trunks in front of his balls. She took a particularly good one from the side, with Alex forcing his bottom out and holding his trunks at knee level, as if surprised whilst changing. Initially Chiara had Alex posing naked laying down on his front or with an arm artfully hiding his cock, but soon any pretence was dropped and Chiara took full frontals, then photographed him from the back, from the back bending over and kneeling hands behind his back. Chiara's tone changed ordering rather than asking Alex to take one more degrading pose after another, being sharp if Alex did not comply immediately. As she intended Alex gradually stopped thinking and simply did as she instructed. After a while she asked Alex to clutch his arse cheeks then spread them. Then she told Alex to'massage' his cock, so she could get some shots with him erect. Alex was getting very embarrassed, this was not glamour it must be pretty near 'porn'. He did not like being naked and being ordered around by a young woman, it was humiliating. This said, he continued to obey Chiara's instructions. He knew if he refused the session would come to an abrupt end and he would not get paid, Chiara would also probably complain to the Agency. The last thing he needed was a reputation for been unreliable when there was so little work around. "Alex, lube yourself up, I need the dildo shots to complete the session." "Chiara, I knew there might be a few nude scenes, but I am not very comfortable with a dildo." "Alex, I thought I was pretty clear to the agency about need for anal. What the hell did you expect for £5k? It is your choice but if you pull out frankly the whole session will be a waste and there is no way I am paying your fee. Take a few minutes out, but I need an answer pronto." Alex, still naked, walked over to the side of the room. He knew he had probably been tricked and realised he ought to have agreed the ground rules at the beginning of the session, rather than after two hours of shooting. That was stupid. But he thought this session as probably a 'right of passage', something most models would do at some point of their careers, so it was probably better to have got it out of the way. He thought it was strange that he was now relaxed walking around the studio naked when he would have vigorously dismissed the idea only an hour ago. Looking back he knew Chiara had already taken some pretty compromising shots, so was a dildo really the end of the world? "OK Chiara, I will do it, but on condition this is that last shoot and we pack up in twenty minutes." "Alex, fine by me. I don't want to take anything explicit." Alex was not sure that his definition of 'explicit' was the same as Chiara's but at least he knew that this was the final shoot. Alex had never lubed himself up, but it was pretty obvious what to do and he did not want to ask any questions in case Chiara offered to help! Alex did not notice but Chiara took quite a few photos of him as he lubed his arse. Chiara got Alex to sit in the centre of the stage with his legs spread and took photos as he inserted the dildo. Even with the lube Alex found it hard to work the dildo in, he knew he should relax but this was not easy particularly with Chiara clicking away. Eventually he managed to force the dildo into his arse, but it was painful. Alex was also instructed to get on his hands and knees and pose with him inserting the dildo in that position, then standing bending over. As Chiara moved him from one position to another Alex gradually found he could push the dildo in with greater ease, she even took a couple of short video clips of him thrusting the dildo up his arse. Eventually Chiara said, "Right, I think I have everything I need, Alex thanks for your help. It is great to get the first nude photo shoot out of the way, I am sure the next one will be much easier. I think you could have a good career in gay porn if you want." It was a thoughtful Alex who dressed and left the studio. He didn't really like the idea of those photographs in a pornographic magazine or on a website. What would happen if one if his friends saw them? He was far from sure he had made the right call. He knew he had to think about it and he would take his time. It may be a very useful source of income or the source of perennial embarrassment, he truly did not know which. Chiara, on the other hand, was happy she thought she had taken some pretty commercial photos that she could sell to various porn sites around the world, but perhaps more importantly she had discovered, as she had been instructed, that Alex could be pressured into performing degrading and humiliating sexual acts without undue difficulty. Alex was still thinking about if he should have done the Chiara session when he got an excited call from the Agency. It seemed he was being offered the chance to be the 'face' for the 'Heaven and Hell' brand. The bumf that came through the post explained that the 'Heaven and Hell' brand was a marketing concept that would initially involve launching two aftershaves, one in a black bottle with a white'skull and crossbones' on the front whilst the Heaven scent would be in a white bottle of identical dimensions but would have a silver halo as the logo. It was explained that the company wanted to roll the concept out to other products such as a Vodka and a range of clothes. They wanted Alex to be the 'heaven' face. The contract was for four months and a set fee of £50,000. The shoots would be on the Continent with some trips to the Caribbean if necessary. He also had to agree not to promote any other toiletries brand for a period of five years without 'Heaven and Hell's' permission. Alex immediately saw this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. A high profile job like this could lead to an avalanche of work. He immediately called the Agency to accept the job. He signed the contract the next day and was on a flight to Paris the next Wednesday. Alex was put up in a nice hotel on the Rue Haussman. The room was sumptuous. Alex felt he was literally in Heaven! He met the crew down in the bar, and introduced himself to his two fellow models, Jenny and Louise. They were both, as would be expected, terribly almost painfully beautiful. Jenny was medium height with a slim boyish figure and straight dark brown hair. Her face had an almost angelic quality about it, she had a sweet, pure, smile. With her almost ethereal looks and sweet innocence Alex understood immediately why she had been chosen for the shoot. Louise was also a beauty but perhaps less perfect, if rather sexier. Her curves were more pronounced, but even so her straight blond hair made her look terribly innocent. The team assembled the next morning and the photographer, Chris, explained he hoped to get two shots that day. He wanted the models to wear short white silk togas, these were open at the sides, tied together with a thin gold belt. The first shot was to get Alex, Jenny and Louise to look out of the window and to bend over so photographed from behind they would show just a couple of inches of their bare behinds. They were not to wear underwear but were told to keep their legs together as the photographer was hoping that the mainstream press would accept the image. The idea sounded simple but in fact it took quite a long time to get the togas to hang at the perfect length and the models to bend at exactly the right angle. Chris ended up taking a number of shots varying from the model's bottoms being almost totally covered to almost totally exposed. This was to give the client the greatest flexibility, and allow them to run the images in even the most conservative countries. The next photo was a group photo. The models were asked to sprawl on a large double bend covered in a white satin duvet. The idea was to get an informal shot of the three laughing. Alex was pleased they were allowed underwear for this shot. To get the spontaneity Chris played an old Monty Python CD and waited for the models to laugh at the jokes and snapped away. The plan was to use the photo to market Heaven Champagne, the bottle itself could be photoshopped in later. The models initially actually sipped actual Champagne, in part to relax them, but after two glasses they moved on to a rather foul tasting apple fizz that they were assured looked like Champagne from a distance. Those who are not in the industry find it hard to believe how long it can take for a photographer to capture two images. It was almost 7 o'clock when Chris finally called it a day and he and his assistant left. Louise also quickly made her excuses, leaving Alex and Jenny. They lounged on the bed finishing the Champagne. They chatted easily, Alex felt great. He was luxuriating in the satin bedclothes, his silk underwear felt wonderful against his skin. He wondered if life could get any better, a beautiful room, a beautiful semi naked girl and some decent champagne. When he went to the loo he found Jenny's underwear on the floor. She must have intended him to see it and it must have been one of the less subtle hints that life was looking up. When Alex returned to the room, he saw Jenny was not really into hints at all she was leaning back against the pillows stark naked, "Come on Alex let's have some fun." Alex took no persuading he quickly stripped off his toga and was on her in seconds. For all her forwardness, Jenny would not let Alex rush things and as they kissed she started massaging his cock. She then rolled him onto his back and started giving him a slow sensual blow job, "God, she was good, how did she learn how to draw the ecstasy out for so long?" When Alex thought he could not take it any more she stopped and allowed him to mount her. She was soft and subtle lover. He had never met anyone with Jenny's sexual technique and when he finally ejaculated over her front he was almost beyond pleasure. They dozed together and somehow managed to return to their own rooms in the early hours. At breakfast the models were told that they would be picked up later in the morning to move to their next location. The SUV was spacious and Alex quickly dropped off. He awoke sometime just before lunch when they pulled up in front of an impressive castle. Alex knew this job was going to be good, it was clearly a 'no expense spared' marketing budget. The models were shown to their rooms in the basement and Jenny and Alex were told that they were scheduled to do a shoot at 2.30pm, an assistant would come for them. The photographer explained they were going to do one of the 'Hell' shots. It would involve Jenny getting dressed up as a dominatrix and whipping Alex, he stressed the shots were designed to be published in the mainstream press so would be 'artistic' with the minimum nudity on show. Alex went to a changing room and was told to strip and put on a leather collar and ankle and wrist cuffs. These were held in place with some small padlocks. To spare Alex's blushes Jenny was kept out of the room whilst the cuffs were attached to hooks on the PVC covered whipping table. The table was designed so that Alex was in a kneeling position. His legs were also spread leaving him quite exposed. Jenny came in wearing a black PVC corset and panties and some calf length leather boots. They had put Jenny's hair in a severe pigtail and she looked every inch a fantasy dominatrix. "Jenny, I will be taking photos from the front, can you please strike Alex with the crop. I don't want you to hurt him but give him a fair whack, I am keen to get Alex's expression of surprise and pain." So Jenny struck Alex about a dozen times on the buttocks with the riding crop. It did hurt but the pain was manageable. "Jenny thank you, I have got the shot I need, you can go. Damian you are on now." As Jenny went, one of the photographer's assistants started to lube Alex's arse, initially he though this was a cream to ease the pain of the cropping but Alex felt the girl massage the lube into the sphincter, he got a little concerned, but such was his trust he didn't say anything. "OK Damian, take Alex, gently and slowly to begin with. Alex remember to relax, I want you to show you are enjoying this." This hit Alex like a shot, this was not in the contract! "Chris, stop this, I am not happy. Get me out of here, the session is over!" "Alex, 'fraid not we need this shot. I was told you were OK with it. If you are not take it up with Marie-Louise later. I have some tight deadlines so we go on. Please relax it will hurt a lot less if you do." Alex was securely bound so he could not stop Damian forcing himself on him. Initially Alex started to resist but quickly realised that this was practically impossible and he had better get the shots over as soon as he could. He was sure the agency would support his right to veto their publication. Alex surrendered to Damien's rhythm and once Alex accepted he was been taken the pain was less than he had anticipated. The photographer snapped away. After Damian had climaxed, Alex was released and taken (naked) to his room. He was told he could see this Marie-Louise, clearly the lady in charge, at six o'clock to raise his concerns. He dressed in a baggy T shirt and shorts and waited. He was going to be polite but firm with this Marie-Louise. He assumed there had been an administrative mess up and the photographer assumed gay sex was in his contract, he would stress it was not. He would insist on her assurance that the photos would be deleted by the close of play. He felt if he was sensible he could win this point and still retain the modelling contract for the straight photos they needed. The photographer had continually referred to the mainstream press so he reasoned that in 99% of the shots he would be decent and fully clothed. The slightly risqué togas were one thing, sex on film was another! At the appointed time an assistant knocked on Alex's door and asked if he would like to follow her as Marie-Louise would see him now. He was shown into a comfortable office and told she would be along shortly. The only thing on the desk was laptop. As the minutes passed Alex could not help caressing the touchpad to see if there was anything interesting on the computer. One stroke of the touch pad brought up what looked like a webpage. Alex started to read, "Alex is one of our newest recruits. He is an ex-model and now offers himself for your enjoyment. Alex is fully bi-sexual and is very keen to satisfy your every desire. He is a sweet, sexy guy who is very friendly and loves to meet new people. He is very gentle and polite, but look a little deeper and he has a naughty side that's waiting to get out! Alex is naturally submissive and welcomes the opportunity to serve you in one of Cartwright and Palmer's well equipped dungeons (see BDSM tab for full details). You'll always have a fantastic time with Alex - he's everything a date should be. You'll find Alex easy to get on with; let him show you how eager to please he is. Give us a call and book Alex today!" This was pretty shocking stuff, part of Alex thought it was probably a practical joke, but he was worried, no doubt about it. He started looking at some of the other tabs. The BDSM tab merely listed a huge number of sexual acts and tortures. The photos tab included many of the images from the Chiara Salvadori and the Paris photo shoots along with some from his official portfolio. The video tab included embedded videos, Alex did not have a chance to watch them but it was clear he had been filmed making love to Jenny the previous night, then in the dominatrix scene with Jenny earlier that day and most worryingly he had been filmed being taken by Damien. "Ah, Alex you have seen your personal web-site. We will work on it, but it is a fair first draft. What do you think?" Alex turned around and saw who he took to be Marie-Louise as she entered in to the room. She was dressed in a smart navy blue business suit. Alex estimated she was in her mid forties, she had a good figure, long straight brown hair and a pretty, slightly severe, face. "No way, not even a chance. You hired a model, this I am more than happy to do for you. But there is no ****ing way I am doing this. Please take the website down this ****ing minute. If this is a joke I don't think it is ****ing funny. I also did not find being sodomised earlier today terribly ****ing amusing. Do I make myself clear? In fact I am sick of this place. Please call me a taxi and I will be off as soon as I have my things together. You can discuss compensation with my ****ing solicitors." "OK Alex, cool down I realise you are angry but there is no reason to lose your cool..." "I think I have every right to lose my ****ing cool. I have been ****ing raped and there is a website offering me as a ****ing whore." Marie-Louise bent forward so her head was only inches away from Alex, she quietly said, "Alex, I understand but I will not have you interrupting me. This is your final warning. If you swear or interrupt me again I will have you restrained. Understand?" Alex was intimidated, she spoke softly but there was something in her expression that convinced him that she meant what she said. He also realised he was not going to be able to physically fight his way out of the castle so he knew he would have to negotiate, ideally extracting a decent sum of money and an early exit. "Alex, I have to apologise we have deceived you. Sadly there is no 'Heaven and Hell' brand. It was all a lie. The modelling job was a charade to get you and Louise over here. The purported length of the job will mean no one will look for you for months. If they do they will probably start in France and you are now in Bavaria. You should be flattered that we put a lot of work into getting you over here. We have done a lot of research to ensure you will fit into the Cartwright and Palmer organisation." "You are a model, but to be honest your career is going nowhere, you have barely worked in the last two years. You seem incapable of economising and by our calculations you will be through your savings in about two or at most three years. You have no experience of, and little aptitude for, the office life, so your prospects seem pretty bleak. We hacked your computer and know you are into BDSM, you even visited a professional dominatrix last June. We interviewed her and she confirmed you were enthusiastic, could take a fair amount of pain and clearly knew 'the ropes', she was pretty sure you had been a regular with one or more other dominants. Our talent scout, Chiara Salvadori, also reported that you took little persuading to sexually humiliate yourself during her photo shoot. We therefore thought you would be an ideal recruit. OK so far?" Alex hated to admit it but they had clearly done their research. He didn't want Marie-Louise to see his surprise so merely nodded. "Alex, to cut to the quick. You are going to be a prostitute, if you like it or not. The only question is, if you will choose the hard or easy way. Let me spell out the hard way; if you will not cooperate we will have to drug you. This is perhaps a slight understatement, in fact we will turn you into a junkie. We will inject you with larger and larger doses of heroin until you are pathetically addicted. We will then pass you over to another organisation that runs a brothel on the Croatian coast. Their clientele is none too sophisticated so will be happy to use you. The sad thing is you will be happy to comply simply to get your next fix. You will work servicing as many as ten clients a day for as long as your body holds up. I have never enquired what would happen after your health deteriorates and would prefer not to know. You probably remember Thomas Hobbes wrote 'life of man (is) solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short'. Yours really will be." "The alternative is to willingly work for Cartwright and Palmer. You would still be a prostitute, but the difference is you would serve a high class clientele. The period of your service would be limited to three years (subject to certain 'productivity' hurdles) and after this you would be a rich young man. We will even provide you with fictitious references so you can get a good job on your return to London." "It is your choice, before you ask, there is no third option and abusing me will get you nowhere. Please don't think you can escape, you see John and Terry behind you," referring too two tough looking security guards, "they are just two of our large security detail. They are known to get a little intemperate at times. If you cause any difficulties you will become their 'Barrack room whore' and they will be a lot less gentle than Damien was yesterday. If you do not ask for a job with Cartwright and Palmer we will simply assume you wish to spend the rest of your days naked in some cell in Croatia and will start injecting you with none too pure heroin later this evening. I will be back in an hour, please be ready with your answer." Alex said nothing as Marie-Louise left the room. He had little doubt she meant what she said. At one level the choice was pathetically simple; on the other could he bring himself to ask for a job as a prostitute? He wondered if he could get the words out. He got up and started kicking anything to hand. As he was not wearing shoes this was painful, but even pain was better than thinking about what that ****ing woman had said to him. Alex sat back down and cradled his head in his arms and tried to cry. The physical tears would not come out but the despair was real enough. Marie-Louise watched Alex on closed circuit TV. She was keen for him to have a good cry, the more he could release his pain and frustration the quicker he would accept his predicament. She knew he was no idiot and would accept her offer of a job with Cartwright and Palmer. This said, the threat of a life as junkie whore was real and she had had to carry it out on a few occasions, to her genuine regret. After about ninety minutes Marie-Louise felt the time was ripe to confront Alex, so she went back to her office, "So Alex what is it to be?" "Well, I have little choice do I? I formally apply to work for your company. Can I stress I am doing this under great duress." "Good Alex, I knew you would be sensible. I will give you a formal contract, but the terms are you will retain 40% of any fee paid by our client for your services. The accumulated cash will be paid out after three years or when it reaches $1.2 million if this is earlier. You will obey all instructions from Cartwright and Palmer officers without question. Discipline is important here, if you break the rules, depending on the offence, you will either be assigned the least desirable clients, fined or if the offence is serious or infringements too frequent sent off to the place I referred to earlier. You will service male and female clients and you should be aware many of our clients value the dungeon facilities offered by the company. You will comply with any requests that your dates make and as you become more experienced you will anticipate your dates' whims and desires. I promise we will make you a very good prostitute by the end of your stay with us." "Jo, could you please escort Alex to his room. He is in Suite 14, perhaps you can explain some of the basic rules." Jo, an attractive young woman dressed in a white satin military style jacket and very short white satin skirt, came forward and motioned for Alex to follow her. Suite 14 was palatial. In its centre was a large four poster bed, the furniture and paintings were obviously quality antiques. There was a small dining table near the open fireplace. Jo opened one door and showed Alex a very modern bathroom. She swiped a smartcard near the other door and escorted Alex into a dungeon. He saw most of the equipment that he had seen in the professional dominatrix's dungeon, it was just that the quality was obviously so much higher. The room was immaculate. But before Alex could study things in detail Jo motioned him to return to his bedroom. "Alex, I am pleased you chose to work here. I hope you will be happy. The House rules are in a binder on the desk, you should study them carefully to avoid unnecessary punishments. In simple terms if you see any Cartwright and Palmer officers, those in normal work clothes, you should immediately fall on your knees. If they say, 'the position' you must strip naked, wherever you are and regardless of who is watching and kneel with your hands behind your back. Your knees should be about eighteen inches apart." "The computer on your desk contains a diary showing your dates. Study it carefully. It will tell you a lot about the client, their likes and dislikes and any specific requirements e.g. what you are expected to wear, anything you should swot-up on before the date etc. You should be careful to follow these instructions. Sexual relations between slaves are forbidden without written authority, in reality none of us much need extra sex so it is not a problem but it is something worth remembering." "You will see your cupboards are stocked with clothes. Your colour is clearly black. You will find a kimono, shorts, swimwear and stuff for the gym. You will quickly get the idea of what to wear when. The get up I am wearing if my waitress outfit. You will have something similar. You will be given various menial duties when you don't have a date. Your diary will indicate your duties. Now let's go down to the pool, you'll need to change." Alex caught the bikini Jo threw and turned around to fund somewhere to change, Jo saw his concern, "Alex just change. You will get used to being naked around here, also I need those baggy shorts and T shirt. You will find the Cartwright and Palmer uniform is rather briefer. Now hurry up." Alex accepted the inevitable and changed under Jo's gaze. Initially he found it rather difficult to sort the bikini but eventually he managed it, God it was brief. Alex followed Jo trying not to seem unduly self conscious. She showed him to the pool. Alex looked around the pool and saw about twenty people lounging on sun beds, most, probably three quarters were girls the rest men. As he was surveying the scene a bell rang and they all rose and started to move off to a largish room to one side. Jo indicated they should follow. Alex saw everyone getting into two straightish lines taking off whatever they were wearing and kneeling down ('the position' if he remembered correctly). Alex followed suit, like a new boy at school, he just wanted to blend in. Marie-Louise entered and stood at a rostrum at the front. Everyone immediately stopped taking and looked towards her, "Right, listen up, we have a busy weekend ahead of us, so can I please remind you all to check your diaries on a regular basis. We are also likely to have a number of clients who appear unannounced that means you must look your best when in the pool area or gym as a client may be watching. We have one small party this weekend that will involve Jo, Lucy, Sandy and Vikki in banqueting suite 2. Kathy you are reserve. Lastly can I introduce three new recruits; Louise, Jenny and Alex. Please make them welcome. Jenny is an experienced call girl but Louise and Alex are new to our profession so I am sure they would welcome your advice and wisdom. You all remember how hard your first few tricks were. Oh by the way Alex and Louise get yourselves shaved, House rules." Alex knew Marie-Louise was not referring to his stubble. He wondered how one shaves one's pubes. As he was leaving the room Damien came up to him and offered his hand "Good to see you Alex, pleased you chose to join us. I am Damien. We met earlier." Alex shook Damien's outstretched hand. He didn't want to offend anyone as he felt very alone and vulnerable. He was none too sure about Damien's choice of words, does being buggered really count as meeting someone? "Damien, of course. To be honest I feel a little lost, this all seems new and unfamiliar. For a start how do I shave myself?" "No problem, the trick is to cut most of the hair short with a pair of scissors, next to take a hot shower to soften the remaining hair and then simply wet shave as normal. Takes a bit of time and you have to be careful but you'll be OK. I will be in my room for the next hour, extension 12, so give me a ring if you get into any difficulties." "Right will do." Alex turned to go back to his room. He had noticed that Damien was wearing a green bikini with C&P 12 embroidered in the left corner (how convenient!) After their initial meeting Alex really did not want Damien to help with the shaving, in fact he couldn't think of anything worse, but to give him his due he seemed genuinely trying to be helpful. The sex seemed to be totally unimportant to him, Alex supposed it was all in a day's work. ~ Alex went back to his room and trimmed all the long pubic hair he could and then shaved the rest a Damien suggested. He felt odd rubbing the shaving foam around his balls, in fact it was rather erotic, but once he relaxed it was not that difficult to shave himself. He was pleased to have passed his first test. Alex then went to examine the clothes he was meant to wear. There were a dozen black tie side bikinis and a similar number of black silk briefs. They looked to be good quality all with a discrete C&P 14 embroidered on them. He wondered if the bikinis needed to be quite so brief but things would be easier without pubes and he reasoned everyone would be wearing similar stuff. He had two thigh length kimonos in black silk, six black pairs of satin shorts (the type footballers wore in the seventies, sometimes called hot-pants) and six satin T shirts. The gym kit was short and tight, it was again black but had a large Cartwright and Palmer logo on it along with his number 14. Lastly there were a few normal T shirts and sweatshirts again with the Cartwright and Palmer logo. The only thing not in black was the waiter's outfit. It was white. The jacket had a military look to it, the collar was high and the front was done up with sixteen gold buttons. The effect was finished off with some gold epaulettes. The shorts were white satin, with a similar (revealing) cut to his black shorts. Alex looked at his diary and saw he was on breakfast duty the next day. A note said Lucy-2 would call on him at 9am and show him his duties. Serving breakfast was fairly simple, the cook would prepare the breakfasts and mark each tray with a room number, all Alex had to do was knock on the door and ask the client if they wanted him to put the trays on the small dining table or if they would prefer to be served in bed. Alex then had to unfurl the napkin and pour the first cup of coffee or tea and leave. Pretty straightforward. So with some confidence, Alex knocked at his first door. He entered and asked the client if she would prefer to take breakfast in bed or if he should leave the tray on the table. The client wanted to be served in bed. Alex approached the bed and was monetarily surprised to see a beautiful and pretty well endowed brunette sitting topless waiting for her breakfast, snuggled up beside her was a clearly naked Jenny. Alex placed the tray in front of the lady but putting the napkin down was going to be tricky as Jenny was sucking one of her nipples. In the end Alex decided to abandon the napkins and merely pour the coffee and leave. Before he could do so, the client, called out, "Stop, have I seen you before?" "No Mistress, I am new at Cartwright and Palmer." "OK, let's have a look at you, come here." Alex approached the bed. "Strip." Alex did as he was told and stood naked in front of Jenny and her client. "What do you think Jenny?" "His name is Alex, I think he looks sweet. He has that innocent look that brings out the horny devil in me." The client reached out and started stroking Alex's cock, "Yes, Jenny my dear you are right. I love dominating his sort. But I still want more fun with you before I leave. OK Alex you can go. I will book you on my next visit and frankly can't wait to get you alone in a dungeon." Alex picked up his shorts and jacket and made a quick exit. When Alex got back after his breakfast duties he wondered what he should be doing. He first checked his diary and found he had no bookings for the day, hardly surprising he mused as his web-page had only been live for about a day. Alex didn't know the form but suspected he was required to go to the pool area in case a client turned up who had not booked a specific whore. Alex knew he would have to wear one of the Cartwright and Palmer tie-side bikinis. As ever it was a struggle but eventually he tied the cords so that both sides were approximately symmetrical and tight enough to keep him reasonably secure. Alex knew that he would have to serve clients and this would mean having sex and performing other sexual services, but still had not really come to terms with the reality, he simply did not know if he would be able to obey when he was told to get into bed. He was deeply concerned at how things would turn out in practice. At that moment Marie-Louise |
came in. She didn't knock. Alex immediately fell to his knees. He seemed to see a slight smile spread over the lady's face. "Good, Alex you are learning. People say you are settling in well. Have you shaved?" "Yes Mistress." "Then show me." Alex rose and removed his bikini. Marie-Louise quickly felt his balls, "OK, you seem to have done a good job. You should use Immac on a daily basis, but at least initially you will need to shave regularly. Many of our clients prefer shaved men, I personally think it is more hygienic. You should be pleased, your web-page has had a large number of hits. It seems you are likely to be popular with our female clientele, particularly those with a sadistic streak. Go to the store room and draw some PVC kit and you might as well get some wet-look shorts and underwear. Dominants like that sort of thing." Just then a 'ping' came from Alex's computer. Marie-Louise walked over and opened his diary. "Alex, you have your first booking, a Mrs Rubenstein, or more correctly her niece. Seems we don't know much about the niece, other than she is eighteen. Her aunt indicates she is inexperienced and you are to be a birthday present. The only request is for us to provide a selection of crops and floggers. You are about to start your new career, so make sure you give her a good time. They arrive at four. We can't teach you much about sex in a couple of hours but get down to Mrs Aubrey's office, on the second floor, she will give you a crash course on some useful techniques and how to give a massage." Alex dressed in his satin T shirt and shorts and waited for his first client. He wondered how it would be in reality, would he really be able to offer his body to a paying customer? What if they were ugly? Alex heard a noise as the door was opened and immediately got to his knees to greet his customers. Mrs Rubenstein was a well preserved lady probably in her mid to late forties. She was wearing a charcoal grey business suit and the way she strode into the room made it clear she was used to getting her way. She was followed by a youngish girl, evidently her niece, dressed in a dowdy shirt and long skirt. "Well Georgina, all is revealed, this is your eighteenth birthday present." Mrs Rubenstein said pointing to Alex, "I thought it would be rather more fun than a book token. You should know that men can be bought with small change." Mrs Rubenstein sat herself at the dining table, her obviously shocked niece followed suit, "Alex here will provide any services you want. I know when I was your age I wanted to explore and experiment. Alex will be happy to oblige." Turning to Alex for the first time she said, "Alex come here, and strip." Alex did as he was told and stood naked, hands behind his back, in front of Mrs Rubenstein, "You see Georgina he is very obedient, you can really have your wicked way with him. Come on lighten up, this should be fun. Enjoy yourself, I am going to see one of Alex's colleagues. I will give you a call in a couple of hours. Remember we are meeting your parents for dinner at 8.30." With that Mrs Rubenstein got up and left, leaving a fairly bemused Georgina looking at a naked Alex. To break the resulting silence Alex said, "Mistress, can I get you a drink or answer any of your questions?" This seemed to bring Georgina back to the present "You are really here for me? And you will do anything I want?" "Yes Mistress." "OK, come here." Alex stood in front of the girl, who started to stroke his penis "I have never seen one in real life, why don't you have any hair?" "I was told to shave, Mistress." "As you may have guessed I am very inexperienced so you must be gentle with me and stop immediately if I ask you to." "Of course, Mistress." "Where is the bathroom? I had better get out of these clothes." Alex sat on the bed and waited. He was surprised when Georgina came out of the bathroom in a very flattering silk bra and panties set. This seemed to give her added confidence, though Alex sensed that this was only skin deep. "So what do we do now?" "Mistress, you are in charge. I could give you a massage or perhaps you would like to whip me, your aunt asked me to bring a collection of whips and crops. They are over on the chest of draws." Georgina was clearly intrigued and went to have a look. She picked up a riding crop and examined it. She was clearly still unsure if she could or wanted to whip Alex. Alex saw Georgina's nervousness and in a strange way his heart went out to her, he bent over one of the chairs to show he was available and perhaps give her the confidence to try. He tensed his muscles to make his bottom look as inviting as he could. Georgina went up behind Alex with the crop in her hand but did not strike him, she merely massage his bottom pressing herself against him "You really are here for my pleasure?" she murmured, "I want a massage." "Yes Mistress. Please lie on the massage table and I will get the essential oils." Georgina went to the table and stripped off her lingerie in a seemly relaxed manner and sat on the edge of the table as Alex collected his stuff. Alex glanced at her and saw she actually had a very good body that had been hidden under her frumpy clothes. She seemed to be relaxing and appeared surprisingly comfortable being naked in front of him. He started on her shoulders, it sounds a cliché but she was very tense, as he massaged she seemed to relax. Alex went down her back until he got to her buttocks. They really were perfect, he noticed she almost imperceptibly spread her legs as his hands reached the lower reaches of her bottom. He made sure he spent a little time on her legs despite the urge to see and start on her front. "OK, can you please turn over." Georgina did as she was asked. She used her arm to shield her eyes from the light, in reality Alex felt this was to hide her embarrassment. Georgina may have been embarrassed but she was also clearly excited. She moved a little 'to get comfortable' in doing so she spread her legs further. Alex started on her legs and moved up her beautiful body. When he came to her pussy he skirted the most sensitive area and moved to her stomach, and then her breasts. He took his time as he massaged her pert tits. Georgina kept her eyes closed but clearly was enjoying herself. Georgina's body looked a picture, naked, legs spread her skin glistening from the essential oils. She no longer looked like an awkward teenager. "Are you going to give me a proper massage? You have missed a pretty important area." "Yes, Mistress." Alex then started to massage her groin as he got nearer her pussy she began to gyrate slowly. Still cautious, Alex massaged the areas between Georgina's legs, she spread them wider willing him to continue. Finally Alex started on the virgina itself, initially very gently, but gradually increasing the pressure. Georgina was now breathing deeply clearly extremely turned on. Alex decided to go further and softly inserted his forefinger into her pussy, this brought an immediate deep sigh. "Alex I can't last out much longer, take me to bed." Before he could do anything she jumped up and dragged him to the bed. She lay down and spread her legs as wide as they would go, "Please be gentle." Alex climbed on the bed and slowly inserted his cock. Initially Georgina lay there without moving but she seemed to overcome her nerves, perhaps because it didn't hurt as much as she had expected, and clasped Alex and started whispering obscenities in his ear as she told him to take her quicker and deeper. Alex thrusts were forceful but not aggressive, quickly Alex and Georgina coalesced in a perfect rhythm. She began scratching his back as she reached climax. Alex ensured she came before he allowed himself such pleasure. After they had finished, Georgina just laid on the bed, legs spread, making no attempt to cover herself. She was in her private heaven and it was not for Alex to intrude. "Thank you Alex, this has been the best birthday present my aunt has ever given me." "Can I do anything else for you, Mistress?" "I am drained, but if I am really grown up let's have a drink." Alex ordered a bottle of champagne, by the time Lucy-1 arrived Georgina had got under the covers. They sat and sipped the drink together. Georgina lay on Alex's stomach gently kissing his nipples. After about half an hour Georgina seemed to slowly recover from her state of ecstasy and started to massage Alex's cock, gently, playfully rather than with any great urgency. Eventually her aunt called and said she would be over shortly. Georgina did not stir for a few minutes and then went and had a shower leaving Alex to his private thoughts. He realised he had just been paid for sex so was now technically a prostitute. It didn't really feel that way, Georgina had been as pleasurable as any sex he had ever had. It was sheer bliss, God he would have paid her! This said, he knew all clients would not be that good and some would be positively revolting, but it was nice he had started with such a wonderful girl. Alex followed Georgina into the shower and dressed in his satin shorts and T shirt and waited with Georgina for Mrs Rubenstein. When her aunt arrived there was a brief conversation as she enquired if Georgina had enjoyed her birthday present and when her niece said she had, they left without further ado. Alex was surprised when he received a 'thank you' note the next week. He smiled as he saw Georgina's immature girly handwriting but however much he tried to be cynical he was very touched. When Alex was looking at his diary he noticed an 'earnings' tab and saw he had been credited for Georgina's date. It had been a generous birthday present but Alex was troubled seeing the figure in US dollars. On one level he was gratified, it was material sum of money, on another the stark figure illustrated his status and profession; he had sex for money. ~ A few nights later Alex was on waiter duties. The last room on his round was Jenny's. He knocked and entered. Jenny was at the table entertaining the same female client he had met when he had served her breakfast on his first morning. Jenny was wearing a short Cartwright and Palmer kimono whilst her client was in a formal business suit. When Alex served the main course the ladies ignored him, but when he came to the coffee he was surprised when the client said, "Alex, please stay I may have a job for you." Alex turned around and faced the two women, saying "Yes Mistress." "Jenny, how do you fancy having a 'party' with our delectable waiter? Looking at his pert arse, I was thinking of having him in the dungeon. Is there likely to be a problem with that?" "Oh no Amanda, if he is on waiter duty he can't have a client tonight. I will check but there are always dungeons free. You can borrow some of my kit if you would like to dress up, I am one of the few dominants in this place. As Alex is inexperienced his fee will be reasonable, anyway he will be a lot cheaper than me!" "Jenny, that sounds great. You," pointing to Alex "strip." Amanda then put a couple of after dinner mints on a saucer and said "Eat." Alex knew the form. He knelt and tried to eat one of the mints 'doggy style' as they were flat and thin this was difficult. As he tried he had to get his face down to the saucer meaning his arse was stuck up for the ladies to see. As he tried to get a grip on the mint he wiggled and spread his legs ever wider. Amanda found this ever so amusing, giving him a gentle kick now and then to push Alex off balance making it ever harder to grip the damned mints. Alex finally succeeded and took 'the position'. Jenny showed her client her wardrobe. Jenny produced some of her outfits; a short black latex dress, some PVC underwear, a PVC leotard-like 'body', a PVC corset and a tight PVC skirt and shorts. Amanda was clearly a novice at this sort of thing. She fingered the clothes with obvious trepidation. "Amanda, feel free to try anything on. The collars, gloves etc are in that chest of draws. Do you want me to send Alex out of the room while you change?" "Thanks, let Alex stay, you must realise he simply doesn't matter." Amanda picked the PVC shorts and very brief PVC bikini top. The shorts were very tight and Amanda had some difficulty getting them on but when she was finished it was clearly worth the effort. She finished the outfit by borrowing a pair of Jenny's calf high boots. Jenny wore the latex dress. They both chose metal collars. "Let's get started, Alex come here you need a slave collar." Alex rose, but before he moved Amanda corrected him, "On your knees, crawl." Alex did as he was told and knelt in front of Amanda. She had to bend over to buckle on the leather collar quite intentionally forcing Alex's face into her groin. This was torture but remarkably sweet torture, Amanda toned body smelt delicious. She was clearly turned on at the prospect of torturing her first man. Jenny indicated that the next door dungeon was free and they could start their games. Amanda pulled on the leash attached to Alex's collar and made him crawl to the centre of the dungeon. "Jenny we have our slave, what do you suggest?" "Amanda, I am surprised your imagination is not running in overdrive. This place has pretty well everything a dominatrix could ever need. What we do really depends on if you want to humiliate him, or cause him pain. On the pain front there are loads of whips and floggers, clamps for his nipples and balls, candles so we can pour hot wax on him, you name it. Then we can go for his arse; dildos and strap-ons." Amanda dropped Alex's leash and started examining some of the toys, whilst she did Jenny walked up, legs spread, and said "Lick." pointing at her boots. Alex saw Jenny was playing the dominatrix rather than the fellow whore. Alex got down on his hands and knees and started licking her boots. To get down to ground level, he had to spread his legs leaving him very exposed. Amanda walked over and Alex felt the sting of a cane, "I've found some toys. Alex I want you on the bondage frame." Alex got up and stood naked on the footrests whilst Jenny did up the wrist and ankle cuffs. Amanda went towards Alex carrying what seemed to be a number of chains with a few clips attached. She attached one clip to Alex's collar and let the chain fall, two more clips were attached to his nipples, at his waist the was another chain which reached around his middle, then there were a further two clips hanging around his balls, lastly Amanda pulled the end of the chain up between his buttocks and clipped it onto the chain that was wrapped around his waist. She knelt down and attached the clips to Alex's balls, this hurt, this really hurt. Alex squealed with pain, Amanda and Jenny laughed. Alex was very exposed the slighted tug on the chain would pull the clips on his nipples and balls causing Alex acute pain. Amanda admired her handiwork, the chain was thick and heavy and it looked as if Alex was wearing some form of harness, an appropriate uniform for a slave Amanda thought. Amanda went around the back of the frame and gave the chain running between Alex's buttocks a good tug, she liked the sound of Alex's cry of pain, but also wanted to make sure the harness was secure. Alex was going to be wearing it for some time. Amanda stood in front of Alex and gently pulled the chain, this stretched Alex's nipples and balls causing him great pain. Amanda then started playing, pulling the chain a tiny amount, so giving Alex the smallest teak of pain. After some small pulls Amanda gave the chain a vigorous tug producing much more pain. Alex just didn't know what to expect. All the time Amanda kept her face just inches away from Alex's. She was so beautiful but caused him so much misery. Amanda walked round and looked at Alex's perfect behind, it almost looked as if he were wearing a chain G string, but it would give him little protection. Amanda had known the first time she had seen Alex's naked bottom that she would have to abuse it, it was just made for her. Amanda hit Alex with an old fashioned cane. She felt a shiver of sexual pleasure as Alex screamed and waited as thin red line appeared on his buttocks. Amanda felt a sense of liberation as she whipped Alex, not too hard but hard enough to leave some lovely marks. She approached Alex and pressed her body hard against his, feeling the warmth of his bottom, she gripped his nipple clamps and gave them a good tweak and whispered "Oh Alex, I am enjoying this, you will be my slave and get used to my every whim." Amanda moved to Alex's front as she wanted to see his reaction to her whipping. She continued to strike Alex, now with a cat-and-nine-tails. She took Jenny's advice and avoided whipping Alex's penis directly and concentrated on the sensitive area between his legs. This was not some act, she had a naked slave and was intent on causing him great pain, bliss, bliss. All the time Jenny stood legs apart and arms crossed and watched Alex's torture, this session was for Amanda's benefit and she did not want to spoil her client's fun. After a while, Jenny motioned Amanda to come to the back of the dungeon and whispered "You better take the clamps off Alex's nipples and balls." "Why he looks sweet, surely he can take the pain." "Yes, but as the clamps stop blood circulating, leaving them on for much more than half an hour can do real damage. The fun thing is that when you take the clamps off the blood returns and causes him if anything more pain, watching his expression will be amusing." Amanda did as Jenny suggested and as predicted Alex squealed with pain. Oh Amanda loved this. Jenny then gave Amanda a small bottle saying "This might be entertaining." When Amanda smelt it she realised it was Tiger balm in a gel form. She did not think that Alex had any serious sporting injuries but thought he might appreciate it all the same. She therefore gave his balls and nipples a good coating, in her enthusiasm she even stuck her fingers up his butt. It took a couple of minutes for Alex to feel the heat but when he did it felt as if someone had set his balls alight. It was not conventional pain but was extremely uncomfortable it just felt so hot, despite this Alex saw he had achieved a huge erection. Amanda and Jenny laughed, Amanda turned to Jenny and took her and passionately almost brutally kissed her, this was a kiss of sexual passion rather than affection. She rolled Jenny's latex dress up to her waist and falling to her knees gave Jenny's pussy a further long kiss followed up with some gentle licking. When Amanda had finished Jenny did not adjust her dress and left her pussy and bottom on display. "Jenny can I borrow a pair of your panties?" "Of course, Amanda, why?" "I think it would be fun to dress Alex up in them. I also think they would make a nice memento for me. It will be fun going into a conference room full of bankers in my slave's knickers!" Jenny got a pair and dangled them under Alex's nose. Jenny had chosen a silk pair in bright green (clearly Jenny's 'colour'). Alex struggled to get into them, he worked out the trick was to force his penis down, if it went to either side the thin material would not keep it in. All the time as he battled away, he was being watched by the girls. He hoped he would not get an erection or there was no way he would get into the panties. In the end he found they were just about big enough to cover his cock, things looked much better as he had no public hair. He was not too worried that most of his bottom was on show. Amanda giggled when she saw Alex in them, "Can I take a photo of him?" "Amanda, our management doesn't much like customers taking photos but they aren't going to deny you, go ahead." Amanda reached for her phone and took a couple of photos of Alex in the knickers. She couldn't resist getting him to strip and get in the 'position' and then having Alex bending over the whipping horse, after all they were her welts and she wanted a record. Lastly she snapped a couple of Jenny in her latex dress, Jenny entered into the spirit by pulling the top of her dress down to give Amanda a shot of her topless. "Amanda what do you think about putting Alex in a little bondage?" "Fine, Jenny. Do your worst." Jenny put wrist cuffs on Alex than attached them behind his neck. This was not unduly uncomfortable. Then he felt Jenny put her lubricated finger up his arse. Since joining Cartwright and Palmer he had become used to people playing with his bottom most put dildos or their dick up it, but he had some strange requests, one man put one of his cucumbers up Alex, he had always wondered what happened to that vegetable! Alex felt a cold metal object being inserted into his behind, he knew better than to resist, the object had a largish ball on the end. Jenny pushed it up so it was reasonably secure. Alex then felt a chain being attached to the object, pulled tight and attached to his wrist cuffs. Alex could feel and guess what was happening but could not see. Jenny had inserted an anal hook into him; this was a smooth, blunt metal hook, about an inch thick and six inches long. "Amanda, the beauty of the arrangement is that Alex's arms will get stiff and if he tries to straighten them he puts pressure on the hook in his arse, he will then try to relieve the pressure on his anus by trying to push his arms further behind his head, thereby increasing the pressure on his arms. Whatever he does he will be uncomfortable and if he is constantly increasing and decreasing pressure on the anal hook he is effectively fucking himself, brilliant don't you think!" "Oh my poor little slave." "Amanda, we can also have fun by whipping him, every strike causes pain but when he flinches he will also force the ball further up his arse. We can effectively anally fuck him for hours!" Jenny then ordered Alex to lie on his back on the whipping horse and attached his ankles to more restraints spreading his legs. Jenny positioned his bottom on the edge of the horse so that Amanda could 'play' with his arse if she wanted to. She gave his cock a quick wank so he was erect when Amanda approached the horse, she thought her client would appreciate this. Finally she blind-folded him. Amanda came over with two lighted candles, it amused Jenny when she saw they were in the shape of a phallus. "Let's start with his nipples, Jenny can you please suck his left, I will do his right." Alex had the extraordinary sensation of the two ladies licking and sucking his nipples their soft hair falling in his face and on his stomach. Although Alex was pretty sure pain would follow as he could smell if not see the candle, the feeling was terribly erotic, his erection was now monumental. Suddenly Amanda stopped and stood up, Jenny followed suit. Amanda now bent down and started pouring the wax directly on Alex's nipples. Alex felt the extreme heat and pain as the hot wax touched the skin, the pain was momentary before he experienced the rather pleasant feel of the wax cooling. Amanda covered both nipples and then went on to the rest of his exposed body. As he was blind-folded he had no idea as to where Amanda might strike, one minute it was his shaved armpit the next the inner thigh. Every time the wax was poured on him, Alex recoiled from the pain putting more pressure on the anal hook. Amanda took particular pleasure in pouring hot wax over Alex's balls, the pain was intense. Alex looked a mess, he was naked, sweating and covered in whip marks and wax. The thing was despite his evident pain and exhaustion he was still very turned on. Jenny knew the fun had to come to an end, so with Amanda's permission she released his ankle cuffs and helped from the whipping horse and put him on his knees before Amanda. "Lick my boots!" Alex did as he was told, this was hard with his hands still behind his head, but he knew better than to refuse. As he licked the toe of Amanda's boot he was conscious his arse was exposed above him. He felt Jenny nudge his thighs apart and then start massaging his cock with her stiletto. She was not trying to cause him pain rather humiliation, proving her power. Alex did not react and redoubled his efforts to ensure Amanda's boots shone. When they did to Amanda's satisfaction, she attached a leash to Alex's collar and walked him to the bedroom. She released his hands and removed the anal hook then tied the leash to one of the easy chairs. Alex knew that this was not going to be the best of nights, he was bruised and aching all over, his balls were on fire and he had the prospect of sleeping naked on the floor without a pillow or a blanket. He watched as Jenny took off her latex dress and then helped Amanda take off her shorts, the latter took some time and involved great efforts. When the girls were both naked Amanda almost threw Jenny on the bed and then jumped on her. Alex could not see much after this as they frolicked under the bedclothes. He heard sighs and yelps for some time, it was evident they were going to have a much better night than he was! The next morning the waitress brought in Amanda and Jenny's breakfast. She was clearly surprised at seeing Alex lying naked in the foetal position in the centre of the room, but ignored him as if it was nothing. Alex watched Jenny and Amanda enjoy their breakfast. Amanda giggled as she fed Jenny a flaky croissant. Jenny blew the flakes away and started nibbling Amanda's ear saying it tasked much better. After a bit Amanda said, "Alex, come here." Alex did as he was told approaching the bed. Amanda then told him to slowly turn around so that she could examine the marks she had made on his body. She seemed to like her handiwork, "Jenny, thank you for introducing me to the pleasures of domination, I really enjoyed last night. You are a sweetie, a very sexy one. Alex I also enjoyed you, bend down let me give you a kiss. OK, you can go." Alex put on his waiters outfit, first the jacket that caused his nipples pain, then the shorts which caused even more pain. The silky satin should have been soothing had the shorts not been so damned tight. As Alex left he knew that even being a waiter at Cartwright and Palmer wasn't the soft option. When he got to his own room he looked at the marks on his thighs and buttocks. Thank God no blood, nothing Neosporin shouldn't sort out. Alex then checked his diary, found he didn't have a date until the early evening, then went aching to bed. _To be continued..._ |
Dysfunctional families come in all different shapes, sizes, and forms -- and as far as any family goes, mine was no more or less dysfunctional than any of the other families that grew up around me. Nevertheless, we certainly have had our fair share of dysfunction, and my older sister, Gail, is the perfect example of that fact. Even though we were born six years apart under the same astrological sign of the Aries Ram, no two women could have been more different. From the time we were little, I don't think we ever saw any single thing in the same way. I always liked to tell myself that it was me who took after my Dad, and she who took after my Mom -- and as we grew older, the men in our lives would definitely confirm that for me, including and especially, my dear old Dad, himself. He and I agreed that Gail was, indeed, so much like my Mom was, but we used to say that in so many ways, she was worse! Being that Dad and I considered my Mom to be nothing more than a real "piece of work", to say then that my sister was just like her was -- in no way at all -- a way to be giving either one of them a compliment! And the sad facts of the entire matter at hand were that it was all quite simply the truth! I knew my sister was jealous and envious of me most likely from the very day I was born. It was obvious to anyone of us in my family that I was always going to be the younger one, the cuter one, the smarter one, and the prettier one -- and as a result of those things I wound up being -- not by anything within my own choice or doing, mind you -- the favorite daughter. That went as far as both my mother and my father were concerned. Indeed, my sister and my Mom had nothing less than a tumultuous relationship their entire lives -- always seeming to be in some kind of battle of wits in jockeying for a favorite position of grace within my father's eyes. However, their battles went fought for nothing as far back as I can remember, simply because of the way that my Dad always and forever adored me. And these things that are felt among the family members but are seldom, if ever, spoken seem to be the constant mitigating factors that cause that same family group to either get along well together, or otherwise hate each other's guts! Hence, I would have to say that between my Mom, my sister and me, there existed an awful lot of despising one another. It was kind of a love/hate thing -- love only because we were related by blood and felt obligated to feel good things about the other one, and hate very simply because no matter how hard we tried to love each other, we never could get past the negativity of it all. There is no doubt that the older we became, the worse the bad feelings grew and by the time my sister was on her fourth marriage to a wonderful man by the name of P.D., the jealousy she had towards me had grown way, way, way out of proportion. I mean a little bit of sibling rivalry is certainly understandable between any two sisters, no matter what the age difference may be. But the degree to which she actually hated me would not fully be felt for several more years to come -- that would be 30 years, to be exact -- the length of time that marriage lasted between my sister and, as I affectionately called him, P. From the first time I met him, P and I were instantly drawn to one another. I am sure the reason being had a lot to do with the fact that P was so very, very much a man like my father. But just like the relationship that I shared with my Dad, there was never anything untoward or improper about it. In fact, I never felt as if P was my in-law at all -- I looked upon him as being nothing less than a full-fledged blood brother. Any woman in her right mind who knew what it meant to love, would have been thrilled to have such a close knit family feeling between her husband and her younger sister. But my sister, Gail, was never in any kind of a mind that was right. I always thought for sure she suffered from a severe case of borderline personality disorder -- but I was ashamed to say it out loud, since my favorite shrink of my lifetime, Dr. Rita, would shake her finger at me and shush me up for not being qualified, whenever I said so to her! So, it went unspoken. Nevertheless, I was certain that in my sister's twisted way of thinking about things, she imagined that at every holiday and family gathering, P and I were always fucking furiously away in another room, just because we happened to finish our dinner and leave the table at the same time. And to say that she made sure that he and I never got to spend one single moment worth of time alone together, is an understatement of the severest proportions, akin to an ice cube being able to remain frozen in hell! Despite her always constant overlooking of our activities -- P and I found our secret ways of getting together and communicating with one another -- namely known as the telephone! So for about 20 years, he would sneak money in the mail to me, to help me pay my monthly phone bill, which usually averaged somewhere around $300! Needless to say, in spending so very many hours of talking and bearing our most intimate secrets of our souls with one another, we wound up sharing a love so strong and we became so inseparable, that he was more than just a brother to me, he was my soul mate and my best friend. I also suspected that his feelings of love toward me bordered more on being in love with me, than I was with him. However, we kept sexual contact completely out of our relationship in every single way, and we never so much as shared more than a simple peck on the lips and a good hard hug, in greeting or saying goodbye. It was well into at least 15 years of their marriage, during one of those conversations on the phone that P and I were having, that he told me of his suspicions about why he was getting so physically sick all of a sudden. And when he told me his thoughts on the subject, it rang so true in my ears that I felt we had just shared one of those epiphanies that happens in one's mind about once or twice in a lifetime. However, it was not the kind of enlightenment that makes you want to jump up and cheer with glee at the very thought! In fact, it was such a dreadful and horrifying realization that it made me feel all queasy and ill in the pit of my stomach, and I had throw the phone down for a few minutes in order to run into the john to vomit. What my poor pal P had just told me was that he feared my sister was putting poison of some kind into his meals. And as time went by, no matter how much I wanted to deny it was true -- I could not possibly have a sister so evil, so cruel, so cold-hearted and callous as that! -- I had to admit and accept that, yes, indeed -- Gail was poisoning P very slowly over the years with arsenic. The very fact that he had contracted Guillian-Barré syndrome, which had left him partially paralyzed in his chest and lower extremities, was all the proof in the pudding that I needed to know -- no humorous pun intended! I think that eventually -- after probably about 12 years of poisoning him steadily at regular opportunities -- Gail was not just puzzled and perplexed about why P was not dead yet, but she was downright frustrated, angry and even fuming over it. (You see, as clever as you think my sister may sound, a certain aspect of her character will always remain stupid. Hence, she neglected to look up and see that continual poisoning of any kind will lead to a person building up somewhat of an immunity and resistance to it. I doubt very much she had the smarts to realize that in order to speed up his death, she would have had to continually increase the amounts of arsenic she was adding to his food.) So one day she surprised the hell out of him by slapping down divorce papers, packing all her belongings and leaving him flat. Flat she left him, too, because she only walked out on him, with nary a word of explanation, after she had cleaned out their joint bank account of the $85,000 he had hard-earned for his retirement. Despite the fact that P and I shared a love like no other two people ever shared, he still remained in love with my sister, for some odd reason. During their entire 30-year marriage, he treated her like a queen in that she never had to work a day of it. In my estimation, he treated her like gold the whole time -- far from treating her like the piece of ungrateful shit that she was and deserved to be treated as! So when she left him, he suffered not only from the symptoms of her years of poisoning him with arsenic, but also from receiving the raw end of the deal he got, not to mention also the horribly broken heart. Everything vital that was left alive in him quickly went downhill over the next couple of years, and he died an alone and lonely, broke and broken man last September. Now, my dear friends, my guys and my gals alike -- you may ask me what is my purpose and point in wanting to write about this, and in a sense betray to you my very own sister, by uncovering what are now -- truly -- the skeletons in my family's closet. Well, OK, I am going to explain it to you. When P was buried last year, with him went down the only other living soul besides my sister, Gail, and me, who knew about the way that she poisoned my beloved P with arsenic all those years. And for me to carry that burden upon my shoulders now, let me just say to you that it is not with any sense of ease that I do it, because of several reasons. First one being, I don't think my sister should be able to get away with doing such a horrible deed to any man, especially one so wonderful as Mr. P.D. Barnes was! My God, she fucking MURDERED the guy! Another reason I do not feel at all comfortable knowing such information is quite simply, because I am scared to death of my sister, Gail -- literally! I would not trust the bitch as far as I could throw her, and if she ever came and knocked on my door, I would fear she would be here to do me in, too! I know if she is capable of killing one person in her lifetime, she is fully capable of killing two! And God only knows how many others there may have been before, and may still be going on as I write this right now, with her hubby Number Five! So I put this in writing on my trusty computer, where I know it will be indelible forever, and now I cannot say that I am the ONLY one who knows! Knowing that you, my dear readers, now know, too, makes me feel at least a modicum of a safety net around me, should anything ever happen to me that would result in the appearance of my untimely death. The final and main reason I am writing this is because I have plans to print it out and mail it to a woman I only met one time, about 25 years ago, at the first wedding of my nephew, Michael and his wife, Mary. (First wedding -- yes! Second wedding to the same woman -- long story to be told to you on another day and time!) Even though I only met Shirl once, we became dear and fast friends, and I dare add that it was very much the same way it was when I first met her father, P.D., all those many years ago! That way, the ball will be in his daughter's court -- not in mine -- and if Shirl chooses to pursue justice of any kind, she could have her father's body exhumed for forensic testing. As they say at A.A. meetings, my guys and my gals, thanks for letting me share! Love and kisses, Leslie My scheduled class with Dr.Willie was on Tuesdays and Fridays. It had been a few days since I had gone to her home for my private session with her and I was a bit curious as to how she and I would interact as I walked into the Liberal Arts complex for my Tuesday morning class. Taking my usual seat on the front row (yeah, I was a suck-up), I opened my textbook, reviewing the notes I had made for the test that was scheduled that morning. "Good morning class," Dr.Willie said as she walked into the class and to her desk that was but a few feet from the first row, my row. "Close the books, we'll start the test when I say 'begin'; Angela, Tess, would you mind handing out the test papers to your classmates, please," handing Angela and I the papers. "Begin," Dr.Willie announced when all of the class had the test in hand. The test was True/False and three pages long, containing fifty questions. I didn't expect to have any difficulty with the test since I had studied for it the night before. As we worked on our respective papers, Dr.Willie sat and appeared to be reading, then grading other papers from her other classes. She was dressed 'business-casual' with a simple A-line skirt and conservative blouse, her hair in an up-do coif. Not an unattractive look on her, I thought, when I raised my eyes from the test to quickly look at her while she worked at her tasks. Her eyes caught mine when I had done so and I would have sworn that she flashed me a small smile of recognition but, I could be mistaken. I had worn a skirt as well, not usual for me, preferring pants or shorts when the weather permitted. A loose-fitting, V-neck blouse completed my outfit; that, along with my bikini briefs that hugged my crotch, my 'other' lips showing against the snug, cotton, material. Periodically, Dr.Willie would raise her eyes to check on the students, to check for any signs of cheating and the like. On one such scan of the class, as her eyes swept the front row last, I opened my legs just enough to give her a flash of my crotch, sure in my head that she would see the outline of my pussy when I did so. She smiled ever-so-slightly when her eyes scanned my seat and put her head down again to read the papers on her desk, and I returned to the last ten questions of my test. "Time!" She announced and asked that the papers be passed to the front of the respective rows for her to gather. "Okay, class, you're dismissed early today but be prepared on Friday to discuss chapter thirty-five and it's importance to the NATO treaty after World War Two," her announcement followed by the sound of students gathering their books and notes as they left the class. "Tess?" She called to me, "Do you have another class next hour?" "No, Dr.Willie, I have a free period," I answered as I moved to stand before her desk. "Would you care to join me in my office so that we can discuss those essays that I promised to re-evaluate?" "Yes, of course," I replied. Walking along side of her, we made small talk as we snaked our way though the throng of students heading to their classes, arriving at her office a few moments later. Unlocking her door, she flipped a sign that said 'Out' to display another message that read, 'In Conference-Do Not Disturb'. Opening the door, she held it open for me to walk though, following me close behind, the snap of the lock sounding after she had closed the door. Nodding towards a small divan that sat in front of a crammed bookcase, she checked her phone for messages, pressing a button to send all calls to a voice mailbox. "There, we shouldn't be disturbed now," She said as she turned to face me as I sat on the couch. "Okay, your essay work," She said while taking a seat on the divan next to me. "I re-read your essays, Tess. Upon reflection, I think I graded you a bit harshly the first time around. That being said, it appears that you'll carry an A into the finals in two weeks. Do well on that, and you should end up with at least an A in my course and, possibly, an A+." "I can't tell you how happy that makes me, Dr.Willie," I gushed in reply, "You've made my day." Pausing for a moment, I continued, "But, I thought we were going to discuss this on Wednesday night? I was going to come over to discuss this, remember?" "Oh, I still want you to come over, sweetie, but now, we won't waste any time with classroom matters," saying this as she displayed a sly smile. "That really works for me, Dr.Willie," I replied with a sly smile of my own. "I thought it might, Tess, I thought it might," She answered as she, once again, fucked me with her eyes. She wants me, I quickly thought, there could be no mistake about that 'look', she wants me, here and now. "I'd really like to thank you for the good news, Dr.Willie," moving ever so slightly towards her on the divan. "Didn't you already do that?" She replied, leaning back agains the back of the divan and folding one leg under the other as she settled into her new position. "No, I mean, I want to really thank you," I said again, placing my hand on her knee, under the edge of her skirt and moving my fingers slowly across her skin. "Here? Now?" She replied but without making any attempt to stop my hand which had now slipped further up her skirt to the inside of her thigh. I didn't answer her right away, letting my look to her face speak for me, letting my fingers which had now started to rub her pussy through her silk panties say all that had to be said. I leaned in and kissed her, her mouth opening and my tongue entering at the same time. She pulled me closer to her as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Slipping a finger under her panties, I started rubbing and teasing her clit, her dampness already beginning to wet her trimmed pubic hair. Pulling my mouth from hers, I dropped to the floor while raising her skirt to her hips at the same time. Pulling her silk bikinis to the side, my mouth found her pussy and clit quickly, her hands now on my head holding me in place as she started to move her pussy against my mouth and tongue. "Ohhhh sweetie, you do have a knack for this," She softly whispered between gasps of breath, "I can't believe I'm letting you do this here but don't you dare stop, Tess, don't stop." I reached above my head as it bobbed up and down and back and forth between her legs, taking both of her breasts in my hands to fondle through her blouse, softly, caressing softly as her nipples sprang to life against my palms. "I love how you taste; I just want to taste you forever," I cooed after I brought her to climax twice. "Would that you could, sweetie," She said as I resumed my seat on the divan after pulling her panties back into place and her skirt down from her hips. She leaned towards me, kissing me, tasting her juices on my lips and tongue while softly caressing one of my breasts with her hand. "Tess, you'd better go before I tear your clothes off," Willie said with a heavy breath, the desire and lust in her eyes, evident, at least, to me it was so. Standing, I stood next to her as she remained seated and taking one of her hands in mine, I pulled it under my skirt, and placed it on my damp pussy, under the edge of my damp panties. Well, yeah, of course it was damp! She slipped a finger into my slit as I parted my legs slightly, letting her do so until her finger was buried to the last knuckle. Holding her hand and finger in place, I moved up and down, fucking her finger for a few moments before pulling it out of me. Guiding her hand with my own, I led her finger to her lips, sliding it into her mouth so that she could now taste me, taste my wetness. "My, my, but don't you taste just as sweet as I remembered," Willie said with eyes closed, her mouth sucking softly on her finger. "See you Wednesday?" I said, breaking the moment and the mood, "Anything you want me to bring?" "Just bring yourself," She replied with a lustful look in her eye, "and I'll have a surprise for you." Huh? "See you Wednesday. Six would be fine, Tess," Opening the door for me to exit her office. Walking back to the dorm I hurt my head trying to 'divine' what'surprise' Willie had planned for me. By the time I reached my (our) room, I had decided that I wouldn't waste any more energy on this and would just be, well,'surprised'. The other thing I decided was that if Jean was back from classes, I'd get me some pussy... "Hey, good-looking," I said to her when I found her sitting at her desk upon entering our room, "What's going on in Jean's world?", walking over to her and leaning down to give her a kiss. "Nothing much, really," She smilingly replied, her eyes clearly showing happiness at seeing me, "How about you?" "Well, I just found out that Dr.Willie is going to revise my grade and that if I do well on the finals, I might just be able to pull off an A+ for the semester." "Wow! That's great, Tess, who'd you have to kill to get her to change her mind?" She teasingly quipped. "Nobody; I just let her eat me," I answered truthfully, "And, of course, I returned the favor." Jean stared at me with open mouth, her eyes the size of saucers, it seemed. "Seriously?" She finally managed to sputter out. "Seriously," I calmly replied, then added, "Want to hear about it? Lock the door, then come join me in bed," turning my back on her as I undid my skirt to drop to the floor. As I pulled my blouse over my head, I heard the snap sound as the door lock was engaged. Flopping onto my bed with just my panties on, I lay watching as Jean pulled off her shorts and tee, the sight of her breasts sending fire to my crotch, and, she, joining me in bed after she stripped to her panties. I told her the story of the other night in pornographic detail, leaving nothing out. The whole while, of course, I knew that hearing of it was getting Jean excited and horny. Of course, my hands fondling her gorgeous tits probably helped a bit, as well. I had found out quickly after I first seduced Jean that she got turned on just talking about sex, which made her think about sex, about sex with me, which I knew she loved. "So that's why you were so crazy-horny when you got home the other night," Jean said with a bit of excitement in her voice, "That was the reason we made love for so long that night." "That...plus the fact that I really like fucking you," I said before dropping my mouth to feast on her tits as my hand slipped under her panties' top to play with her pussy. "I like it when you make love to me, Tess, I really do," Jean cooed as my tongue snaked it's way down her belly while I moved my body to lay between her legs. "I want to do you first, baby, okay? Then you're going to do me, okay?" I said softly as I pulled her panties down her legs and off of her feet. "Whatever you want, I'll do whatever you want me to do," Jean moaned as my tongue found her clit. "Be careful what you say, baby, I might just take you up on that," lifting my mouth from her clit to say that to her. That was the moment the thought of a threesome with Jean and, Willie? Someone else? entered my head. I pushed the thought around my brain as I returned my mouth to Jean's very tasty snatch. I like threesomes, though I've only a few. Good ol' step-sis invited her BFF/lover over to spend the weekend when our parents had gone away to visit friends. Step-sis and her BFF had me naked and taking turns between their legs almost before the parents' car was out of the driveway. That was the weekend that I found out what a 'daisy-chain' was. Have to say, it was a lot of fun. I've had a couple of more with classmates, and one with one of the moms that I was fucking. She and her 'friend' from work, I seem to remember. At any rate, I pushed the thought to the back of my mind so that I could concentrate on what I was doing to Jean. She tasted wonderful and deserved my full attention... "You're getting really good at this, baby," I said to Jean as I sat on her face, rubbing my pussy against her mouth and tongue, "really, really good," stifling a cry of joy when I orgasmed. Rubbing faster, I stole another one before I rolled off of Jean to flop next to her on my bed.. "I like pleasing you, Tess, I can't seem to get enough of you; you've cast a spell on me," Jean said as she fondled my breasts, sucking on my nipples as she said it. "Well, you do please me, sweetie; I can't believe, though, that you haven't tried anyone else." dropping a seed of thought for me to use later. "I'm not as out-going as you; approaching someone just to say hello is hard for me to do, much less approaching someone to have sex with," Jean answered as she continued to fondle my tits. "It's a big old world out there, Jeannie m'girl; you might be surprised at what treats are there for the taking," I replied as I returned her fondling of me by taking her breast in my hand. "Yeah, I suppose..." Jean said, leaving the thought unspoken. "I'm hungry. How 'bout we get dressed and go grab a burger at The Library?" I asked, rolling out of my bed to gather my clothes from the floor. "Give me two minutes," Jean replied with a smile. Yeah, she's clingy, I thought, but under it all, she's really a sweet chick. "Come in, sweetie," Willie said in way of greeting when she opened the door to me that Wednesday night. She was wearing a flowing robe, kimono-like, but not that, know what I mean? It was belted at the waist but loose enough to showcase her tanned, long legs, one of her best assets. Her hair was loose and like me, she had very little makeup on. "Hungry? I could whip up something quick, if you'd like," Willie asked while reaching for a bottle of wine. "Actually, no; My roomie and I grabbed a late lunch and it was pretty filling," I replied truthfully as I fetched a couple of stemmed glasses for us to use from her winerack. "To us, Tess," Willie toasted with a clink of her glass against mine, "To fun and adventure between two like-minded gals." Smiling, I took a large sip while we stared at each other. Taking my free hand in hers, she led us to her den/media room and the large overstuffed couch where she first made love to me last weekend. "Like porn?" She asked from out of the blue. It kinda' caught me off-guard but recovering quickly, I replied that I've not seen a lot of it but what I have seen wasn't distasteful to me in the least. "I like Lesbian porn but that comes at no surprise to you, does it? Anyway, I like well-made Lesbian porn, especially when it involves an older woman with a younger girl...again, no surprise to you, I'm sure," laughing after she said it. "Would you like to watch some with me?" She asked when we settled in on the couch with our wine." "Sure, I'll watch it with you." Hell, really wasn't a big deal to me in all honesty. Then I wondered if that was the'surprise' that she alluded to the other day. She clicked on her media center and leaned back against the couch-back, putting her arm around me, pulling me tight against her body. Smiling at me, she gave me a sweet kiss just as the DVD started playing. Two glasses of wine and a half-hour later, I was naked, my legs spread wide, and Willie on her knees eating me deliciously. I scooted my ass forward a bit more so that she could have easy access to my pussy. She-of-the-longest- tongue-in-the-world, tongue-fucked me to three mind-blowing orgasms while her fingers stroked my clit. "Can we go to your bed, Willie, please?" I genuinely begged. I was hot. I wanted more. I wanted to eat her. I wanted to fuck her so bad. "I was just going to suggest that, baby," She cooed, "I was just thinking about your surprise," She said as she stood, pulling me to my feet, afterwards. "Lay down, Tess, lay on your back for me," Willie asked as she led me to her bed. Doing as she asked, she walked to the foot of her bed and, grabbing my ankles, she spread my legs apart. I stared at her, stared at the smile of her lips, getting more turned on but not knowing why. Rubbing one of my feet with her hands, she bent over and placed a kiss to one of my toes. "Just relax, sweetie, you're going to like this," She said to me as I felt the soft silk material being wrapped around my ankle, then being tied. Lifting my upper body upright, leaning on my elbows, I saw that she had tied a scarf of some kind to my ankle was doing the same thing to the other leg/ankle. "What...?" I stammered, nothing else able to come out of my mouth. "Shhhh, sweetie, trust me; you do trust me don't you?" "Yes, I do." I did, though I'm not sure why. Pulling one of my arms over my head, then the other, she did the same thing, securing my arms above my head to the bedposts. Smiling down on me when she tied the last knot, she turned, saying as she walked way, "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back." "Funny, Willie. Real funny," I called to the back of her head as she walked into a huge closet off to the side of her bedroom, laughing after I did it. Well, this is interesting, I thought, wondering what was next on the agenda tonight. I soon found out. Willie reappeared from her walk-in closet, totally naked except for the strap- on harness around her hips/waist. Jutting out in front of the harness was a moderately thick dildo about eight inches in length. "Just so you know, when I'm done fucking you with this, I'll expect you to do the same to me, okay?" She crawled onto the bed from the foot, between my legs. Leaning over me, she lowered her mouth to my breasts to suck and lick them as her fingers fucked my pussy. "Feel good, baby?" She asked when she was moving her mouth from my right tit to start on my left tit. "It does, it really does," I answered truthfully as she fingered me with passion. "Then, you're going to love this," She said as she guided the head of the dildo into my soaking-wet pussy. No, I have never fucked a real cock. Yes, I've used toys, on myself and on others, so the feeling was not unknown to me and, truthfully?, it felt pretty fucking good! She fucked me expertly, burying the dildo deep in my pussy, rubbing against my clit as she did so. The fact that I couldn't wrap my legs around her or move very much was so frustrating that it added to the pleasure. Weird. Yeah, I know. I lost count of my orgasms after three. All I know is that it was probably the most I had ever had with a woman. And the night wasn't over. We took a break. We both needed to take a break. She untied me and we caught our breath while drinking another glass of wine. I was turned on, wet with sex-sweat, and anxious to get back to the bedroom so that I could fuck her. I so wanted to fuck her. Finished with our wine and our break, Willie took me by the hand, leading me back to her bedroom. Once there, she quickly slipped the harness onto my body, all the while sucking on my tits as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Climb onto the bed and get behind me," she coaxed as she lay in the middle on the bed, on her stomach. With her head turned to the side and on a pillow, she raised her ass into the air by kneeling. "Fuck me, Tess...Fuck me hard," She ordered. Guiding the head of the dildo to the lips of her pussy, I pushed, gently, sliding the dildo inside of her until it was all the way in her. Holding on to her hips with my hands, I closed my eyes and started moving back and forth, pulling until the strap-on's cock was almost out of her before pushing it deeply into her, again. Getting into a rhythm, low growls and moans of pleasure seem to come from deep inside of her as she moved her ass and pussy in time with me. Faster and faster, fucking her harder and harder, her moans were now loud, and getting louder. Reaching around to massage her clit with my fingers, she emitted a scream of unbridled pleasure when she exploded with her climax, whimpers of pleasure coming from her as it ebbed. "Damn girl, you're a quick learner," She gasped when I pulled the cock from her, allowing her to roll over onto her back, her legs quickly trapping me, pulling me to her so that I could fuck her with the strap-on again, but this time, with my tits near her mouth so she could suck on them while I fucked her to two more orgasms... Out of the harness now, I lay with my pussy against her thigh as she held me to her body, me sucking on a tit as I moved my pussy against her thigh, getting it slick with my juices. We lay like that for quite a while before I thought about the time and that I should be getting dressed and leaving, returning to my dorm. "I really should be going, Willie, I've got early classes tomorrow," I finally said to her. "In a hurry to get back to your dorm and your roomie?" She asked, chuckling afterwards, "You know, for a night-capper?" I chuckled along with her, commenting, off the top of my head, "Well, she does have a pair of amazing tits; you'd like playing with hers, I guarantee you would; And, she's getting pretty good at eating pussy," my turn to chuckle, now. "Hmmm, food for thought, I suppose," She replied before giving me one more squeeze from her embrace of me to her body. "You like threesomes?" I asked as I raised my head from her breast, letting her nipple fall from my lips. "Never had a bad one; just some better than others," She responded. "Want to have one with me and my roomie?" I queried further, the thought popping back to the forefront of my brain. "You've had threesomes with her?" She asked, the tone indicating that she was interested at the thought. "No," I replied, "But, I'm pretty sure I could talk her into it if you'd like me to try." "A night with two hot, young women? Of course, I'm interested," She quickly affirmed, "That is, if you really think you could talk her into it." "I'll let you know," I coyly replied, leaving her embrace to go and find my clothes scattered in her den. "You do that, sweetie, you've got me thinking about it, now," She responded. Kissing her goodnight at her door, she opened it to let me out, saying goodbye before closing it behind me. Walking quickly back to campus and my dorm, my mind raced to conjur up a plan to bring it up to Jean and gauge her interest in getting fucked by my History professor and me. Jean was asleep when I closed and locked the door of our room behind me. Slipping out of my clothes, I eased my body into her bed, under her covers, molding my body to hers as she lay on her side, facing away from me. "Mmmm, someone's climbed into bed with me and she appears to be naked," Jean said, rather sleepily, "Another hot night with your teacher?" She asked further as she turned towards me, allowing me to lean down and kiss her as my hand found her breasts, holding one of them firmly as my mouth left her lips to latch onto her nipple. "Wow, you're really horned-up, aren't you?" She said as I made love to her tits with my mouth, my hand having slipped under her panties to play with her pussy. "Complaining?" Lifting my mouth from her tit to ask. "Never, Tess, never; have your way with with me," She replied, spreading her legs wide for me to lay between. "I intend to," I assured her as my tongue left a trail of saliva from her breast, down her belly, to her clit, "Hang on, sweetie, you're going for a ride..." continued in (3)... |
Laura was alone in the hotel room. A warm yellow light radiated from the designer lamp in the corner, softly illuminating the carefully curated Scandinavian furniture. The noise of the city buzzed 10 floors below as bars and restaurants filled. The streets were awakening. She sat there naked on the edge of a large hotel bed, her toes nervously tapping against the soft carpet at her feet, the cool linen sheets warming against her skin. Laura's eyes jumped around the room focusing on its detail, distracting herself from her own thoughts in the silence. What had once been a long-whispered fantasy between her and her husband was now minutes away. Was this a good idea? Would it be what she imagined? Was it too late? Laura had been married to Jake for 2 years. In their early thirties, they were an attractive, fun and sociable couple. They had an adventurous sex life -- always open-minded and vocal with one another about their tastes and fantasies. The events of tonight had originated as one such conversation, the confession of a deep-seated desire that had fuelled many of Laura's orgasms whilst masturbating over the years. On the day she nervously first mentioned it to Jake he seemed excited, keen to hear more, turned on by her fetishes. Since then it has become a regular topic during their intimate whisperings together at home. The fantasy was a common one, a gangbang, but where many women would leave it buried within their mind (visions of the clichéd sports teams or bar settings so regularly the set of pornography) wheels were now in motion to make it a reality for Laura. It all started a couple of months before at a friend's house party, that's where they met Luca. He was visiting from Italy -- a separated 'plus-one' congregating in the kitchen, abandoned whilst his friend pursued a girl he liked. Luca hit it off with Jake and Laura immediately -- confident, funny and flirty, their conversation felt natural from the beginning. The three talked tipsily together, his direct personality soon steering the chat to refreshingly sexual topics as they joked about past experiences and exes. Although nothing happened that night the three continued to text over the following months once Luca had returned to Italy. Message by message their communications heated up, Lucas' directness once again steered the discussions, exchanging personal tastes, taboos and fantasies. Tonight, they would see Luca again, but this time he was on his way with a group of strangers to fuck Laura. Jake was onboard, he too had fantasised about her with another man but Laura was surprised at how supportive he was at the idea of many men. His view was that if they were going to fulfil a fantasy there was no point in half measures. He wanted to give her the fantasy she fantasised about. Laura happily agreed. As they unpacked the details a plan began to take shape, Luca was the missing link. It turned out he was already a regular on the swinging scene back in Italy, so once their messages began to skirt around the gangbang fantasy, their imaginary night quickly evolved into a feasible one. Jake and Laura discussed boundaries and rules, they'd talked at length about how she'd like it to happen and what turned her on specifically about the scenario. That was why Laura decided to leave it to Jake and Luca to arrange the details. She didn't want to handpick a room of her dream guys, that was too polished, too Hollywood. Her biggest turn on was the thought of being fucked by a group of complete strangers, normal everyday guys. Jake and Luca messaged regularly, discussing Lauras wishes and darkest desires -- Jake arranged the hotel room, Luca would arrange everything else. In the corridor she heard distant voices building. Dulled laughs and heavy feet growing louder as a group approached. The key card clicked in and out, approved with a 'bleep' as the handle turned and the door swung open brushing against the carpeted floor. Jake walked in, followed by Luca and a group of men. Laura's eyes caught Jakes as he gave her a little reassuring smile. Then, he stepped back into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind him as he walked off, back downstairs to the bar. They'd agreed this beforehand, he wanted this to be her fantasy in its purest form. As she sat there naked amongst a busy room of strangers the reality set in - this was happening. She recognised Luca but having only seen him in person once before he still felt like a stranger. She quickly scanned the faces and bodies shuffling around the room. How many were there? She struggled to count them as they moved around. 7, 8, 9 perhaps? They were speaking what she assumed was Italian, mixed ages ranging from their late twenties to mid-forties. Some athletic, attractive, some less so. Were they friends of Luca? Were they part of the scene he mixed in? it struck her how normal everyone looked -- a real cross-section of men. She was a beautiful girl and some of these men wouldn't have had a chance with her normally but tonight they could fuck her, the thought made her wet. Before she could think of anything to say to break her awkwardness, Luca approached, running his hand through her dark brown hair, arching her head backwards and kissing her assertively. The unfamiliar lips with an unfamiliar taste, complimented the unfamiliar cologne he wore. She felt another pair of hands on her knees, firmly parting her legs and exposing her as the men began to circle around their prize. One man dropped to his knees, running his tongue up the full length of her pussy, dancing around her clit quickly with the tip of his tongue. Laura gave a moan into Luca's torso as hands began to cover her body from all around, grabbing flesh, squeezing breasts, pulling hair. The conversations amongst them died down as the men began to remove their tops, discard shoes and drop their trousers. She sat forward on the bed, her hands reached towards Luca's now exposed torso, unbuckling his belt and slowly unzipping his trousers. As they parted open the thick ridge of his shaft outlined against his underwear -- she was surprised and pleased at how big he was. Her fingertips hooked over the top, releasing his cock, its full length sprung out a whisper away from her bright red painted lips. Her mouth opened, her tongue running over the tip of his cock as it swelled, tasting his sweet pre-cum as she guided it into her throat. The eyes of naked men gathered around her, their own cocks stirring to life in their hands, jostling to the front of the pack as they closed in. Laura reached out to another cock moving towards her, letting Luca's slide out of her mouth and quickly replacing it with the newcomer. She slid off the bed to her knees as more flesh patiently waited in turn for her to taste. It wasn't long before she was being passed around, large hands manoeuvring her head around the circle as she struggled to keep up with demand. Taking cock after cock in her mouth and working it vigorously until the next one was thrust between her lips. Someone took hold of her arm, hooking her back up to her feet. They pushed her forward over the bed, the edge of the mattress forcing her onto all fours. She heard the sound of spit, a hand reached around and cupped her pussy from behind, inserting two fingers inside her and massaging their saliva into her own wetness. The tip of a cock pressed against her, the ridge of her pussy parting as it entered her. Her fingers gripped into the sheets as each thrust deepened, her juices coating the intruding member, accepting it inside her. As she turned her head to see who was fucking her a hand gripped her hair and tugged her forwards towards another ready cock. She opened her mouth as a thrust pushed her forward onto it. Hands gripped her sides as the man behind began to pound her pussy, the sound of body slapped against her wetness as he hammered away. The cock in her mouth hit the back of her throat in sync with his thrusts. She felt the man behind her step back, withdrawing his shaft as he did. Her pussy felt the emptiness only momentary as another stepped forward to take his place. This cock was longer and wider than before, her tender pussy began to accept his size as he pushed himself in. She was desperate to turn and see who the owner was but couldn't, her head still anchored forward as others took it in turn to fuck her mouth. All around her men slowly stroked themselves, keeping hard and ready, waiting for a hole. They began to take it in turns, orderly swapping out from each other whilst the others watched. Laura lost all sense of who was now inside her, unable to see their faces -- differences in cock size, shape and rhythm were her only way of distinguishing the moment it was someone new. She felt a finger glide around the ring of her anus. The lubricated digit easily entered her, followed by a second and third, her tight hole resisting more against each finger. They moved in and out of her in parallel with the persistent beat of cock in her pussy. working deeper inside as she began to relax. His shaft left her pussy, it's blunt tip moved up and pressed against her ass to replace his digits. She gasped as her ring stretched around its girth, tightly clinging around his length as it pushed into her. The slow thrusts sped up as he found a pace pleased him. She could feel herself acclimatising as he fucked her, the discomfort subsided, replaced by deep internal pleasure as his body pounded against hers sending ripples pulsing through her groin with each thrust. Behind her they lined up, cocks of all sizes ready for their turn. As one cock got close to orgasm it was withdrawn and replaced by another, then another and another. They swapped between her pussy and ass -- both wet, open and inviting, just holes for their enjoyment. Laura was helpless, their hands pinned her into position, her hips raised and presented to the queue. The relay of men went on, their sweat landing on her body, their grunts and moans mixed with the sound of wet flesh against wet flesh as they pleasured themselves with her. A cock hurriedly appeared by her face, moving the others aside. Its owner took hold of her hair and turned her face towards him just as a warm jet of cum streaked across her cheek, then another across her nose, tricking down and coming to rest on the ledge of her lower lip. She opened her mouth just in time to catch a third on the flat of her tongue, its salty, sweetness filling her mouth. The man's eyes looked down surveying his work. Satisfied, he flicked the last tear of cum from the tip of his cock across her face and released his grip of her hair. This seemed to act as a signal to the others, as he stepped back off the edge of the bed another man shuffled forward, member in hand. Laura opened her mouth subserviently as he inserted it deep into the back of her throat. She felt it throb inside, as warm wetness hit the back of her mouth. He gripped the back of her head with both hands forcing his cock in deeper, tears forming uncontrollably as her body reflexed. It flinched inside her as his cum flowed straight down the back of her throat, giving her little option but to swallow all she could in between breaths. His length slid out, a trail of cum filled saliva connecting its tip to Laura's lip, breaking and falling against her chin. Behind her another cock slid into her fucked pussy. She inhaled sharply, as his notable size entered her. The dull tip of his cock thudded deeply with every thrust. He didn't hold back, gripping her sides and pounding vigorously. The cum on her face pooled into drips, swaying from her chin and cheeks in time with his movement. His fingertips gripped into her as he gave a guttural groan, his thrusts slowed and deepened, his cock throbbed as she felt his warm seed fill her. Finished, his huge cock retreated, Laura's pussy drooling a ribbon of cum down beneath her as he did. Another man quickly took his place, the bulbous head of his cock ran up the length of her pussy, scooping the dripping white lubricant back into her as he began to fuck her. She looked up from the white bedsheets in front of her bowed head, to see two other men with their hard cocks in hand. Their strokes began to slow as she could see their bodies tense with orgasm. With a loud exhale, their tension released in unison, spraying thick white cum over Laura's face and open mouth. As her mouth filled she swallowed and again as it refilled, the taste coating every surface of her tongue as she eagerly drank the strangers' loads. A series of exaggerated thrusts behind signalled the man fucking her was cumming. She could feel her wetness as the cocktail oozed from her. As he stood aside another cock pressed against her anus, her fucked readiness taking it in with little resistance. In one, two, three assertive thrusts she felt his release, emptying himself deep inside her ass. He pulled back, his shaft slipping out as her open hole slowly closed behind it, expelling a small pearl of cum that trickled down and connected with the white dripping from her glistening pussy. The man flipped her over, her body bouncing against the tight mattress springs as she came to rest on her back, looking up at the faces of the men who had just cum inside her. One spread her legs apart and inserted three fingers straight into her well lubricated pussy. Other men closed around, their hands covered her. They grabbed, fondled and caressed her breasts, thighs and clit. She closed her eyes, looking into the blackness as the unique sensation of so many hands overwhelmed and overpowered her. She bit down onto her lower lip, tasting the saltiness of sweat and cum on her face as she gave out small uncontrollable moans of feedback. She could feel her the pleasure building inside, tingles radiating warmly from her clit as fingers circled it. The relentless tapping against her G-spot as the noise of cum, wet inside her, slurped against the fingers that fucked her. The orgasm built, her body began to twitch and tremble, fighting against the hands pinning her arms and feet to the mattress. She held her breath, tensing as a huge wave of pleasure exploded over, her voice crying out into the room as her body convulsed uncontrollably against their grip as she came. Their hands gently left her, aftershocks trembled through her writhing body as it contracted on the mattress. The warmth of orgasms dispersed through her as he sat up trying to recompose herself. She saw Luca stood in front of her, his large cock erect in his hand. There was one more person she needed to satisfy in this room. She stepped off the bed and dropped to her knees. The movement and gravity sending trails of cum trickling down the inside of her leg and strings falling from her chin to her breasts and body. She took Luca's cock in both hands, wrapping her soft lips around its large head. She worked it in her mouth taking it deeper as her saliva coated him. Her hands tenderly moved up and down his length in time with her mouth. The taste of other men's cum lingered as it dripped from her upper lip onto his shaft. His hands gripped into her hair, his head tilted back, his breath grew shorter as she felt his body begin to twitch. With a loud groan above her, she felt his sweet cum fill her mouth, a second throb sprayed a huge load across her tongue, a third and fourth began to overflow, drooling down the side of her mouth. She swallowed quickly, taking a huge gulp to drink down as much as she could, catching the rest as it began to collect on her chin and guiding it back into her mouth. She ran her tongue across every surface of his cock, attentively cleaning the last of his oozing cum as it mixed with her juices already coating his length. She slumped back, sitting down on her heels. Warm cum, dripping from her pussy and ass down to the carpet beneath. Her face caked and drying, the unmistakable musk of cum mixed with the smell of other's sweat and cologne on her body. She ran the back of her arm across her face, smearing the mess across its surface, looking down at the white globules covering her body glistening in the lamplight. All around the room the men's eyes fixed on her, the silence broke with small murmurs of conversation amongst them, still unable to understand them in their native tongue. As they began to collect the clothes scattered around the room, the atmosphere started to return to some sort of normality. Laura finally counted them, 8 men, as she tried to connect faces with memories of moments before. it struck her once more how normal they looked -- they could be shop workers, mechanics, businessmen, she'd never know, she didn't want to know. Tonight was perfect she reflected as she sat there covered in them, consumed by this pack of total strangers. Luca approached buttoning his shirt. "Did you enjoy that?" he whispered. Laura looked up and smiled, "yes, definitely." Luca smiled in reply. He looked across the room and said something to the group in Italian, it was met by nods of approval as they tied shoes and picked up coats. They shuffled towards the door and began to file out one by one leaving the room with a smile, nod or "thank you," to Laura in their broken English. "I'll send up Jake," said Luca, collecting his coat off the Danish chair sitting in the corner. "You've got lots to tell him." And with that they left, leaving as quickly as they'd arrived, closing the door behind them. Laura sat up on the bed, alone once more, the same empty room as two hours before but now with the smell of sex thick in the air. The duvet ruffled and wet beneath her sticky body. The noise of the city streets became apparent once more. She heard the electronic key card, the turn of the handle and brushing of the door against the carpet. Her husband walked in. An instant warmth came over her as he looked at her dishevelled body and gave a huge comforting smile. "Look at you. Wow. Was it fun?" He was clearly excitable, desperate to know. She couldn't wait to tell him every detail, to relive the moments together, but first, a shower. Upon entering the flower shop, he thought he needed a little something to brighten his day. He thought about how things were going for him and the melancholy had settled in to be a way of life. He went right for the cut flowers thinking a bouquet would do the trick, to put some color in his otherwise gray life. After staring at the varieties in front of him, he thought it useless to pick something so beautiful but will inevitably die in a few days. At that moment the counter girl noticed his reluctance and asked if she could help him. He told her, “I would like something special for myself that won’t die like these,” pointing to the vases of cut flowers, “I think I want something that is alive.” She led him to the potted plants and excused herself to answer the phone. After ten minutes or so she returned, “Any luck,” she asked. He still wasn’t sure, thinking that none of these gave him the feeling he was looking for. Suddenly, the helpful girl remembered something over in the far corner and brought him a strange little plant. She called it the Rainbow Flower and told him that it is rare to blossom but it is a lovely plant and if correctly cared for, it would yield a bloom that composed of every color in the rainbow. And she added, that it is believed to be magical and if one wished upon its’ open flower, it would surely come true. “Although,” she cautioned, “There is no guarantee that it will ever reach flowering but it will give him years of growth.” It didn’t take too much thought to conclude that this little plant was just what he was looking for, he purchased it and returned home with his find. He tended to it for months that flowed into years and like the shop girl promised it had grown into a fine plant with his loving care. It stood now two feet tall in the fourth pot since he had gotten it. He checked frequently for signs of a bud but there was not one to be found. He had reserved himself to the fact that it probably wasn’t going to ever flower but he would enjoy it anyway. One day, during his normal watering routine he noticed something. There it was, after years of waiting, a tiny closed nub was the very thing he had been looking for and he was so proud that his efforts had been rewarded. As it grew larger so did his excitement as he continued with the things he always did to insure the health of the plant. After a couple weeks the bud seemed to stop growing and although it didn’t alarm him, he was wondering what was going on. He kept reminding himself what he was told at the shop years before that it may never get to this point but, “There must be something I could do,” he wondered. His impatience got the best of him and he decided to do something. Adding a little extra fertilizer to the soil, which was already good to begin with, couldn’t hurt, he thought. Over the following weeks the plant did react with some new foliage but the flower remained closed adding to his anxiousness. Again, he attempted to speed the development by moving his prized plant from the spot it had been in for three years, closer to the window in the direct sunlight. After a couple days he approached in horror, to notice the leaves of the Rainbow Plant seemed to have wrinkled and some of the edges were brown. He scurried it back to its’ original spot hoping it would be all right. The leaves returned to their previous state in a few days and although he was quite relieved, the bud remained in it’s unchanged state. Wanting to find out more about his plant, he returned to the shop where it had come from only to find it boarded up with a “For Rent” sign on the door. “Oh my,” he exclaimed, “What do I do now.” He chose to try the library. It appeared that no text he could find had any information on this rare species. Finally, he went to a horticulturist at the local university and as in his previous quests for knowledge, this also turned up negative. Upon returning home, feeling a little tired from his efforts, he went over to the plant. Yes, it was just as he left it, beautiful as ever but he thought about the flower and the hope of a wish that it could bring and still felt he could coax it from its’ current state. He checked the stems and leaves and upon finding everything OK, he gave it water as he always had. He then thought, “Let me give a little bit more,” and tipped the watering can which then slipped from his hand, dumping the rest of the water in the container into the pot. He didn’t think it could hurt too much even though it had received twice as much as it needed. He rose the next morning to find the blossom had fallen from its stem and lie withered on the table. “What have I done,” he cried. “I have waited for my wish for all this time and now I will never have it.” Reflecting on all that had happened he resigned himself to the thought that this was how things were for him and that there would never be an answer to his prayers and anything I touch turns bad anyway. His Rainbow Flower was gone and he despaired to know it had much to do with his lack of patience. Except for the soil being a little saturated, the rest of the plant seemed to be fine which gave him a slight consolation in that he did not kill it entirely. Finally, after some time had passed, the soil had dried enough and it was time for some more water. He tentatively approached with the can and began to pour, still admiring what a gorgeous specimen it was. After placing the can down, he turned to walk away when he caught a glimpse of something. Checking the leaves and turning it slightly, he discovered something wonderful. A brilliant multi colored bloom had opened on the opposite side. He was overcome that after all this time and after all that had happened he was blessed with a Rainbow Flower. He bent to inhale its’ sweet fragrance, unlike any other he had ever experienced. It was then he realized that he no longer needed a wish…it had already come true. _Not The End_ |
Lauren was, is my only real friend from school. For several years we were almost inseparable, as we went through school, and into the sixth form. Often we were referred to as sisters. But we chose different career paths; she went into the military, only to be medically discharged later, after a tragic training accident. I went to university, got a good degree and a good position in sales, working in London. As we parted, our friend ship, though still strong did drift, as our lives became separated; by distance, circumstances, lifestyle. We kept in touch initially through the use of phones and the old postal system, but slowly as technology improved, email and text... During my time in London, I became all loved up, with Adrian, but when I was 30, he died tragically in a road accident, leaving me some what distort... However during my time with Adrian, I had acted upon my bi-sexual inclinations, and had become bi-sexual. Not actively in some respects, I did not have the time or inclination to seek loads of one night stands, but with two girls, or rather one girl, one woman, we became not lovers, but friends who shared their affections, fondness more intimately than most. Several times, as I was making love, sleeping with Jane, or Christina; Lauren would appear in my thoughts; dare I say it; wondered how she was, how I'd like to hold her close as I did, still do with Jane, or Christina. ************* When I was at university, I went to see a live hypnosis show, having many years before watched a hypnosis show on Michael Parsons, a chat show I think... The show was very entertaining, and had volunteers who were hypnotised on stage. The entertainer, hypnotist said about a third of the volunteers would not be able to be hypnotised, and he was right. But the show was rather entertaining... I found myself reading books in a book shop, but upon graduation had never given it any thought until his tragic death. ************* As I recovered from his loss, I started to become more pro-active, endeavouring to look forward, to the future, and not dwell on what could have been. Sorting though books, I came across an old book on hypnotism, and re read it. This got me thinking, and soon I was using Google looking for books, and other sources of information. There was a local course being offered, offering no formal qualification but it was ran by a guy who had the ability; the skill, and the students mostly more mature signed up, listening to him, and attempting to practice on each other. Over a period of months, it became apparent that some people were easier to hypnotise than others, and some just seemed to be impossible to place in to a trance, a state of hypnosis. As well, the style of hypnotism made a difference, some of my colleagues could not place others in a trance, whilst others could, and vice versa. With time, and practice, I became reasonably proficient, able to hypnotise those on the course, to do simple tasks. We even persuaded one person to give up smoking. But outside the group on the course, I had not had the opportunity, the confidence to practise on anyone else. Adrian's sister, did a course or two in making jewellery, even did a City & Guild course. One Christmas, she made me something unique, a small pendant, with a fine chain. The pendant was a piece of Amber, one of my favourite colours, encircled in a ring. Whilst not essential, hypnotism can be more successful if the 'patient' has some thing to focus, films often suggest a chain watch, and I developed my own style of hypnosis based on the pendant.... ************* In addition to attending night school, I also thought about my life, long and hard. I had realised that I had neglected some of my older friends, never making the time to see them, just to email them, text... As such, I started to contact some old friends more regularly, and slowly the old friendships started to blossom, open out again, and slowly I would occasionally visit them, or they would come to me... ************* I had met Lauren at Euston Station, and helping her with her hand luggage, we headed to the tube, and home. As I was waiting, I was reading a book on hypnotism, one borrowed from someone from the night school course. She immediately made some comments before we hugged, kissed each others cheeks, and spent the next few hours talking, catching up on old times.... Lauren had changed from the person I took to the station for her recruit training. When I looked at her walking along the platform, I did not recognise her, initially. Her hair was a dark dirty blonde, with darker brown patches, and well her legs were clad in leather boots, and a skirt, and a light cream V neck top. The top was clingy, emphasising her breasts, and as she got close, I could make out the lace of her bra under the top; my mind briefly went back to those thoughts. That vision surprised me, as at school, she was some what shy, cautious, and always apprehensive regarding the size of her breasts, and the lecherous looks boys, and men would make. As we sat and chatted with coffee, and then wine, I had to make every effort not to gawp, to stare, to be a lecherous male. As I thought of her from the past, she was one always for her bras. Even though she was, still is a fuller cup, and her bras fitted well; her breasts were always firm, full, seemed to defy gravity, and as such she did not need to wear a bra. But she would always wear a bra, or bikini top, even though she did not have to, I was not sure why I realised that, why I had remembered that fact... ************* As the afternoon faded into the evening, and our stomachs full, I returned from the kitchen to see Lauren flicking through one of my hypnosis books. In a cynical tone she asked if I believed in it, I simply nodded. Her response was rather cynical negative as I told her the story, of my interest and the evening class that I attend once a week... She was taken aback with that, asking the inevitable question have you hypnotised anyone... Of course nodding, but only my colleagues form the class... "Interested?" reaching for my pendant, the one that had barely left my neck during those months after his accident. "Yes" was her reply soft mumbled, the nodding of Lauren's head confirming her whisper. "Lean back Lauren, relax, forget the world, just focus onto my voice, my pendant, ignore all other thoughts, noises..." speaking in a soft tone, almost a whisper light but audible. I continued talking softly, as I tried to get her into a trance, an hypnotic state, unsure if she was teasing me, or was really entering that trance like mind; that hypnotic state.. I watched her closely, her breathing softened, slowed down, her eyes seem to lose track, apart from watching the pendant softly swing side to side... "Please Lauren; lift your right hand up three inches." I reached down, I could feel my heart pound, my breathing rapid, as I took the flesh from her forearm, and pinched her skin. She remained steadfast, her eyes still watching the pendant. "Oh My" I thought as I realised it; it had happened, despite her skepticism, I had put her into a trance, a hypnotic trance... I looked down at her, my mind working overtime wondering what I should do, what would be fun, each time my eyes wondered, they would return. To the V of her plunging neckline, her top, Laurens cleavage, and the curves visible..... "Lauren, during the rest of the evening, you will start to develop an uncomfortable scratch, itch around your breasts, and your back. Slowly the itch will develop, becoming more and more uncomfortable, irritable, annoying..." "The itch will become more irritable, more annoying, so much that you will remove your bra to remove the cause of the itch...The itch, the scratch that will become unbearable, unbearable, unbearable..." "You will then enjoy the freedom of being bra-less, your breasts caressing against the silk of your top, your nipples becoming aroused, in part by the constant caress from the silk..." I checked Lauren's eyes, still focused on the pendant, her voice soft quiet; without emotion. "Again Lauren, tomorrow morning, you will dress as s normal, but soon start to develop the same itch as tonight... " "Yes Miranda, an itch. Discomfort." "I will shortly click my fingers, you will not remember this conversation, but you will remember the content, the thoughts... The thoughts... The thoughts...." 'SNAP' as I clicked my fingers next to her ear, watching... She just jumped slightly, shook her head...... "Sorry I just seemed to have fallen a sleep -- daydreaming I guess." "It is okay Lauren, your fine... more coffee, or more wine?" "Wine please." I refilled her glass, followed by mine, trying to hide the shakes, my nerves. My heart was still pounding, I am sure Lauren could have heard it if I had turned the CD player off. I could feel my own nipples become aroused, pushing against the soft silk of my bra, sending tingles along my nerves. The conversation continued, about what, I am not certain, possibly hypnotism, I cannot recall, I was too anxious, scared of what my happen... But Lauren did start to scratch her breasts, her back as we spoke; fidgeting, sipped our wine, continued to chat, reminisce. I remember every minute or so, she would scratch, rub, with a finger or two, and curse, maybe it was working. I'm not sure how long, it took, but suddenly she swore, cursed; a loud sigh of desperation as she reached under her top, and unclasped her bra. With obviously practised movements, she pulled her straps of her arms under her top, and pulled it from her arm of her top, resting the bra on her lap, sighing, smiling. "That's better" she smiled, as I watched at her in disbelief, her bra on her lap, the curve of her breasts visible, tight under her top. I gasped softly, partly through shock, that it seemed to have worked, that I was able to set the thoughts that made her itch, scratch, and blame her bra. But what made me gasp more was the obvious skill in which she removed her bra, freeing those curves, tight against her silk top, even today that memory is vivid. We sat and talked for another hour or so, until the bottle of wine was finished. Lauren was tired from her travelling, and so we called it a night relatively early, leading her to the spare room, before entering my room, closing the door behind me. My mind was in turmoil as different emotions ran through my mind, my body; I was aroused, intoxicated with Lauren, her looks, my affection desire, even my love for her? I remember closing my bedroom door, facing the mirror, for the first time since his death feeling sexually awake. I looked at myself, my hair in a pony, my neckline clear, soft smooth, and the dim light glowing of the amber stone of my pendant. My fingers moved to cup my breasts massaging, caressing, feeling the fullness; my ahead arched back sighing slightly. Suddenly feeling those sensations, lightly gasping as my nerves in my flesh, nipples responded. My hands stayed there, cupping my breasts, feeling my own fingers caress, my flesh, teasing through my top, my bra... My eyes were focused on the mirror, as if they were the eyes, Lauren's eyes. Softly I smiled, my arms folded, as I reached for the hem of my top, lifting it up, over my head, discarding it casually on the floor. My hands retuned, my eyes closed, imagining Lauren sitting in front of me, as if I was reaching for her. The skirt was soon unfastened... on the floor as I stepped out. My bra was unclasped, and leant towards the mirror, easing my bra away, exposing my self to her, to Lauren. Finally, I turned round, stepping back, pushing my bum cheeks into the mirror, clasping my own buttocks wishing they were her hands, as My thong was lowered, stepping out, I laid back on the bed, reached for the top drawer, opening it, my hand fumbled around, till I found what I was looking for. Unsure if the batteries would still work, it was switched to on, to the sound of a slight buzz, phew... Head laid back, fingers softly exploring my labia; Feeling my folds, as my body slowly responded, teasing my entrance, feeling the wetness build up, with each soft, gentle caress. I vaguely remember switching the ears on, bringing them to my right breast; I am sure I sighed deeply, suddenly feeling my nipples tingle, my sexuality finally awakening. How long I teased myself, I do not know, but finally I had to be taken, plunging the shaft inside me, my legs open, bent, a pillow under my bum. It plunged deep into me, my nerves alive, the ears on my clit, feeling my body tense, back arched, as I came swiftly violently, biting my lip drawing blood to stifle my cries of passion; biting on the duvet, to quell the noise... ************* I awoke, when I am not sure, but I remember waking, the duvet kicked partly off me, I was lying there, thinking, wondering. Could I hypnotise her again? How deep can I go, in terms of making suggestions, major personality changes? Could I do it? Should I do it; as my mind remembers the disclaimer we sign, about not using; abusing the power of hypnotism for personal gain, to take advantage of some one? But If I was to, if I were to... Oh god... ************* "Good Morning sleepyhead" as Lauren entered my room, bright, breezy, cheery, the sun streaming from around the curtains and Lauren's loud, cheery voice. She later confessed that day since her time in the military she had become a morning person. Not that I mind, I enjoy the mornings myself being more of a morning person; but I guess I had not slept well that night. I have no idea how ludicrous I looked, but as she placed my tea down, she obviously saw my clothes strewn across the room, Mr Rabbit on the floor, and my partly exposed form, emerging from the duvet. But she broke into a blush, a nervous, embarrassed giggle as she saw what she saw, and her look in the direction of the toy longer than I would have thought, However, it was that blush, that lead me to see if I could hypnotise her again that morning. "Do you have any toys Lauren?" smiling aware of her slight embarrassment, her old shyness returning. "No" she mumbled. ************* Shortly after wards, she left, leaving me alone in my room, the room looking as if I had had sex the night before, my clothes strewn, the toy, and my duvet. As I stood up, and surveyed, the room spoke of sex. I smiled, as I did have sex I guess, with Lauren, with Mr Rabbit. Some 30 minutes later, showered and dressed, I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast as Lauren ventured in. Again she was booted and skirted, with a bright pillar box red top, plunging neckline. But something didn't quite look right, it was a few seconds before I realised. "No bra again, Lauren?" smiling softly, wondering how long my little seed that I planted will last. "No, it was well rather scratchy, itchy, I don't understand it" as she sighed, "It felt suddenly as if it was one of those cheap lace bras you buy from a market store, just so uncomfortable." "Would you like more tea Lauren, or would you prefer a coffee before we head into town Lauren?" "Coffee please" We sat down, as the smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen, trying to avert my gaze from her breasts, the nipples protruding clearly. "So unlike you not to wear a bra Lauren; or is this the new you?" "Well, it is. But that bra up to now has been so comfortable, but... I just don't understand it." "So you still think hypnotism is a waste of time Lauren?" She pondered, ate her cereal, thinking carefully..... "Are you suggesting this sudden change of bra is well your fault? That you did hypnotise me last night." "Maybe;" smiling "a good hypnotist just leaves the thoughts, not the evidence..." She again paused briefly, before answering... "No Miranda, I don't think this is you, nor was it you and your attempt to hypnotise me last night. I mean how can some one in a few minutes change my outlook on my entire life? But; " Another pause followed, "but it was a comfortable bra and suddenly I find it irritable. But well I am also finding the feel of my breasts, nipples against the fabric strangely erotic." "But", as she pulled down her top; "I may have to find some camisoles or similar, this top reveals to much doesn't it?" Suddenly I looked away slightly, embarrassed as her eyes found my gaze, locked on her right nipple through her top. "Maybe it does Lauren, may be you will still have to wear bras with some outfits." "Yes, maybe, but well I'd like to buy some camisoles if you can recommend any where. Your looks pretty, the lace obscuring your cleavage Miranda." "Of course" blushing slightly feeling her gaze upon me albeit briefly. Reaching for my pendant, as I caught her gaze again, thinking now or never. "So you don't think it's my attempt at hypnosis that is causing your sudden dislike to your bra, the sudden itch, scratch?" She smiled, shaking her head... "Look at the pendant Lauren, look at the pendant, listen to my voice, and forget everything else, ignore all..." "Look into the pendant, see the amber stone swinging, the pretty stone, the different oranges glistening in the light, the pretty oranges Lauren, the pretty oranges in the stone. The deep orange colours Lauren watch the stone, focus on the stone, and listen to my voice." Slowly her eyes watched the pendant swinging softly, her eyes focused, tight pinpointed pupils, her breathing almost irregular, her body showing the tell tale signs of entering the hypnotic state. "Raise your right arm 3 inches please Lauren." She responded slowly, but her fingers stopped almost to the millimetre. Softly, I reached for her hand, and pinched her flesh, looking for any movement, None. My breathing again was fast erratic from the nerves, realising this was wrong, but what I so wanted, it seemed. My hand moved, to her ear lobe, and again pinched it hard, wondering if she was in a true hypnotic state, she neither flinched nor gasped. "Lauren, during the day, you will start to feel for me. You will slowly develop the urge to be more tactile towards me, wanting to hold me, hug me more often. Each time you do, you will kiss my cheeks, feeling the desire to kiss my lips." "Keep watching the pendant Lauren, listen to my voice, ignore everything else, and listen to my voice..." "You wont understand these feelings initially Lauren, you will not understand where these thoughts are coming from. However you will start to accept the truth that you are fond of me, that you love me as a friend, and that you want to express your friendship more intimately then before." "Look into the pendant, see the amber stone swinging, the pretty stone, the different oranges as they glisten in the light, the pretty oranges Lauren, and listen to my voice." "Yes Lauren, you will find these feelings, thoughts, desires strange to begin with, but as we laugh, giggle, flirt with each other, you realise it is a natural progression, for two long standing friends, to express their love, their affection there desires, at a more physical, intimate level." "As the day progresses, Lauren, these feelings will become stronger. But your caution will remain. Despite your thoughts, you will be discrete, partly in case of rejection, but also of a fear, a fear of possible social labelling, social reaction. This will cause you to be discrete, subtle, but will endeavour to make your feelings known to Miranda." "I will shortly bring you back to reality Lauren with the click of my fingers. You will forget this conversation, but you will not forget the seeds that have been planted, and your affection for your old school friend, Miranda Ward." "Watch the Pendant Lauren, watch the pendant swing...." "SNAP" She opened her eyes, more slowly this time, and blinked several times, before smiling, reaching for her coffee, took a sip. "Well I'm ready to go and hit the West end Miranda." ************* The day passed rather quickly, as we walked to the tube station, and got onto the train, being early we found seats easily, as we chatted. We had to change twice before we ended up on a side street, where I know of a lingerie shop, specialising in silk and silk lace garments. I had bought several sets from there before, and for the quality, reasonably priced. Lauren soon found several camisoles that she liked, and tried them on, before we left, Lauren wearing a lovely black camisole, with red lace over the top, under her top, looking, and feeling slightly better, some what less self conscious though I had been enjoying her discomfort, and the curves on view. She tried on some of the matching items, such as the thongs, bras and the like. Whilst she liked them, she couldn't afford them, and a little plan was hatched. Knowing a good coffee place, I suggested we went there, and bought us a drink each, for elevenses, grinning as I gave her my apologies, and headed back to the store. Before long, I was back in the coffee house; I must have smiled like a Cheshire cat. "What are you up to 'randa? Where have you been? I couldn't contain my self, as I simply offered her the bag, the lingerie bag, and the gift box inside. "Oh my god... You shouldn't of..." Slowly she opened the box, and discreetly looked inside, seeing the matching items for the camisoles she had bought, reaching over the table, giving me a big hug. I don't think hardly a word was spoken during the rest of our time there, she was too overwhelmed, embarrassed even. As we left, and started to walk back to Oxford Street, she pulled me close, and gave me a hug, a real tight hug, and kissed me on the cheeks, softly, as she whispered "thank you." I was amazed as this was her first real display of affection publicly that I could recall. During the rest of the morning, we continued shopping, visiting monsoon, Kew and other shops, trying on clothing, daring each other to try on more sexually provocative outfit, but I did meet various hurdles, though whilst she hid behind her shyness, for the most part, she was flirty, smiling. Once or twice, I felt being looked at, and as I faced her, she would look away, with a slight blush on her cheeks. But apart from that, the day remained pretty uneventful, despite a visit to my local health club, where we had a swim, and relax in the Jacuzzi, before a glass of wine on the way home. ************* We finally went to bed, relatively early, the day had been long, out shopping, the session at the gym, in the Jacuzzi, the flirting, the kissing but alas it would appear that this time the hypnosis did not work, on Lauren. Thinking it failed, I undressed quickly, buried my head in my pillows, a tear down my cheek, turning over trying to sleep. I heard a knock, soft on the bedroom, door and then another, before the door opened slightly. "Miranda?" "Yes?" reaching over switching the bedside light on. "Its Lauren, are you still awake..?" "Yes." "Can I join you?" At that point, I felt so tired, to tired to care, emotionally drained after waiting for something to happen, for to be let down, releasing that my attempt of hypnotism hadn't worked, as I laid there feeling down, dejected, a tear slowly running down my cheek onto the pillow. Slowly Lauren opened, the door, watching, wondering what was happening. I sat up, leant against the pillows, having pulled the duvet over myself, up to my neck. "Sorry I didn't mean to wake you." "I was awake; I was feeling slightly restless, unable to sleep." I watched Lauren, as she stood in the room, I am sure I was able to see her cheeks flush, change to a reddish colour. She wore a simple long T-shirt, almost reaching her knees. "What's the matter Lauren? You look confused, embarrassed." "I, I don't know; I would like to, can I get in to bed with, with you?" Unsure what was going on, wondering if maybe my hypnotism had worked, I nodded...? "I guess so," As I lifted up my duvet inviting her into my bed. I watched in awe as Lauren's arms folded, crossed as she reached for the hem of her nightshirt, lifting it up over her head, revealing nothing beneath as she discarded her top, and climbed into my bed, turning to face me. I tried in vain not to stare at her breasts as they moved with her strides. I am sure I gasped, as she just undressed for me, exposing her nude form, my heart suddenly started to pound inside my rib cage, "Miranda, I don't know why... I just feel like I have to be here with you... I hope this is ok?" her voice was soft, uncertain. "Yes, sure... I guess...." as I gulped, swallowed the air. I felt her eyes, stare penetrating into my gaze, her cheeks red, blushing my eyes returned the gaze, my mind wondering what was going to happen. Even though I had planted the seed, I was not sure how, if it would occur. "Miranda I don't think you understand." I felt my hand reached for her hand holding it to reassure I guess. "Understand what Lauren?" "I'm not sure I do for that point but, my feelings for you; they are so much more than what they were." "In what sense Lauren?" stroking, comforting her hand as she spoke. "I. " I interrupted, "we were close at school, but we... I allowed us to drift apart, for which I regret Lauren." Lauren shook her head. "Things were complicated we were both to blame Miranda." Her hand grasped mine as if to reassure me. "I love you Miranda!" Lauren paused, deeply, before she continued; "but just hugging you today did not feel enough, some how I felt I wanted more, I don't know why, I've never felt like this before with any of my friends, my female friends at least." "I love you to my dear sweet friend." I felt her soft fingers reaching up as she gently caressed my face. "You're still my best friend... still been around for me." I placed my hand on hers, sandwiching her between my cheek, and my hand, fingers. Our eyes met, as Lauren moved her body in closer to mine; her face moved closer still, her eyes locked with mine. I returned the gaze, the soft stare, willing her to move; not wanting to be seen as the perpetrator, but wanting her to move at her own accord, her own speed. Finally I felt her bringing her lips to mine, softly grazing, brushing against me. With her hand still sandwiched, I sighed, returned the kiss as I brushed my lips against Laurens, allowing the kiss to develop softly slowly. Lauren pulled her hand from my cheek, felt them on my shoulders, as she pressed her lips harder onto mine, feeling the passion; feeling her tongue part my lips, her tongue moving to explore, as we kissed, deeply; feeling her nails softly scrapped down my back. Finally Lauren broke the kiss, hearing her gasp, her short breaths, and "Miranda. Is this ok with you?" I gasped, softly, speechless, as I felt her rapid breaths, my eyes meeting hers, simply nodding. "Lauren?" whispered quietly Lauren's eyes were locked on me "yes?" "Have you," as I bite my lip; "have you been with a girl before? Is that what you want, for us to become," still biting my lip, "intimate?" Lauren shook her head, "no I haven't... But I want this, some how it feels right, feels right natural with you Miranda." "Have you Miranda?" "Sit in my lap Lauren please." Lauren moved, sat in my lap, her legs straddling mine as I looked into her, my fingers resting on her waist, her curvaceous breasts so close, felt her fingers caress my face as our eyes met, spoke. "I am I guess bisexual Lauren...." Lauren nodded, before she spoke, "is this what you want then Miranda, for us to be as how you said it intimate." I sighed, wanting to tell the whole truth but decided not to; "guess I have never really thought about it; about you, me, us." As I hoped that Lauren would not interrogate me to much. "But Lauren you are a lovely person... a wonderful friend, and attractive with it. May I ask how long you have felt like this?" Lauren replied, her cheeks still flushed, "I don't know, I guess just being with you over this weekend." I listened, watched, as my hands moved to cup her breasts, the soft cool feel of her silky flesh, softly caressed her breasts. Lauren continued, "I've never thought about women before, in a sexual manner, sexually but now, how I feel about you right now, it's so overwhelming. I can't explain it, this sudden feeling, but it feels so right, so natural Miranda. I love you, and I want to express my fondness, my love, physically, sexually." She moaned, as I caressed her as I heard her last statement, realising I had been successful. "Some times Lauren, action can speak so much more than talking." Lauren nodded, her hands moved on top of mine pushing them into her breasts, heard her sigh, gasp, pushed her self into my hands. My hands responded, softly caressing feeling the large full breasts respond to my touch, my caress. "I don't know how, or why Miranda but this feels, just feels so right, natural." She leant into me, pressing her breasts into mine as she reached into kiss me. It was soft delicate to begin with, but I felt the passion, the tempo rise, as my hands moved, caressing her back, pulling her into me, as our tongues kissed, feverishly danced the tango, felt her hand cup my breast, rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger, letting out a sigh. "Oh my god" was all I could stutter, my breadths were short, rapid; I could feel my cheeks burn. We stopped, as we both took hold of the situation, assessed what was happening to us, between us. Our hands continued to explore, caress, sensing how heavy, labouring Laurens breathing had become. "Are you sure you have not thought about this Lauren? I mean you seem so natural, dare I say assertive, forceful." Lauren shook her head "no." "Well I'm just shocked I guess, seeing you in a new light....." "I don't know what to say Miranda I'm shocked to, at how much I want you Miranda. In all our years as friends never would I have imagined. I didn't even know you were bisexual. Why didn't you tell me? How could you keep that from me?" We ended up talking for several minutes, but our hands were constantly moving, caressing, touching. "Guess I have been bi of sorts for 4 years or so, with three other girls. You are my fourth Lauren." "4 years?" Lauren queried a shocked tone in her voice. "To be honest Lauren, we have hardly spoken till recently, I just never thought to tell you. I know many are well homophobic, and well I felt I guess not to broadcast this side of me." "I am sorry you felt you couldn't tell me." Lauren looked away, briefly looked around the room but her cheeks distinctively flushed. Lauren, I didn't want you to be offended and to lose your friendship. I'm Sorry Lauren." "I was in the army Miranda; you can't possibly have thought I was homophobic." "You know I have relatives in the services, it seems that the biggest bastion of homophobic-ity seems to be the military." I giggled as I continued, "Unless your gals got up to mischief in your rooms." Lauren shrugged her shoulders, "I guess it doesn't matter." We held each other tightly, my hands stroked, caressed her hair as she rested her head onto my shoulder. I felt Lauren, start to kiss my neck, nuzzle, and felt her tongue lips on my flesh, instinctively leaning away, as I exposed myself open to Lauren. "I've not been with anyone since the accident Lauren." I felt her hold me tight, still kissing my neck, kissing your neck... "I'm sorry I couldn't be here for you; I should have been." "No need to apologise Lauren you was working, training as a nurse." I must have let out a loud sigh as I felt her kissing up behind my ear. I cupped her cheek, turned her face, my lips returned to hers as I softly kissed her. She whispered, softly, whispered into my ear "I want you so much Miranda. All day, these feelings got stronger, as we wondered round the shops, especially the camisole store, the silk is so soft." As she spoke, Lauren, kissed my shoulder, bite softly, as I felt her fingers caress my nipple, letting out another sigh; gasped. I leant back into the pillows, my duvet falling away exposing my breasts. Lauren shuffled back wards, exposing myself to her, as her fingers cupped my breasts. She leant in, starting to kiss softly, licked my flesh, as I leant back into the pillows sighing deeply. I felt her hands continue to explore, her hand wondered over my stomach. I remember thrusting my breast, my nipple into her mouth, grabbing Lauren by her hair. "Oohhhh gawd oh fuck" Her fingers continued to caress, to touch, to tickle, feeling my body tense, I reached back, grabbed the iron of the head board tightly, as Lauren continued her soft onslaught. Her hands reached my thighs, scratching softly my flesh with her finger nails, biting my lip, as I thought to resist her tickles, to control my reaction, my temper, realising how aroused I was. I wanted Lauren to move at her own speed, to feel she could do what she wanted, or preferred not to, I did not want to pressure her I any way. I continued to watch Lauren, her confidence gained by the second, as her fingers glided over my skin, lower and lower till I felt her fingers over my trimmed mound. My gasp was swamped by her lips, as she kissed me, soft teasing kisses, feeling her fingers explore my folds, my arousal so evident. She broke the kiss, gasped softly for air, before she started to kiss, following my jaw line, moving down my neck, till she reached the underside of my breast, her fingers continuing to caress, stroke my labia, as my sighs of desire filled the room. I shivered, as I felt her finger run along my slit, the entrance to my self, as her lips returned to mine, kissed me hard, passionately as her finger slid past, into myself, my wetness, finger curved. I kissed her deep, hard, as my muscles tried to clamp on her invading fingers, the soft squelching sound indicating to us both of how aroused, I was, that evening. I yelped suddenly, as Lauren twisted, tried to insert another finger, or more. "Softly Softly, lover, please..." Her fingers returned to caressing my labia, grazing over my folds, my clitoris, engorged, sensitive, her lips, tongue now swirling over my belly button, before moving onwards, downwards. I can't remember what I was saying, but I remember talking to her, giving her words of encouragement, sighing, making those compliments we like to hear. As her lips closed in, I instinctively opened my legs, bending my knees, feet flat on the mattress, opening myself fully to Lauren. Suddenly Lauren stopped, wondered what was wrong, and opened my eyes, to see her looking up, softly smiling. Slowly she leant forward; hesitantly she kissed my mound, softly, leaving a trial of kisses as she found my clit, softly kissing, her tongue swirling over my clit. A loud moan escaped from my lips. Her tongue flicked out, as she licked me, tasted me, driving me insane her tongue continuing to tentatively lick, explore my sex. I felt my body shudder, heard a moan past my lips, as Lauren slowly explored, licking with her tongue, long slow licks, the type that drive me wild, totally wild. "Oh God," shudders gasping, letting out a long soft mown, "oh my god Lauren. I've wanted this for so long....." I felt her lips on my clit, as she sucked; her tongue flicking against it. As if she was driven on by my moans. With her fingers inside, parting my lips, I felt her tongue explore, tracing a route over my flesh, my wet entrance and back to my clit, only for her to start again. I sighed, shivered "oh my gaud, oh my lovely Lauren, my lover, oh god." As I felt my body alive, every nerve alert, aroused.... I felt her finger pushing gently into me, as her teeth gently moved around my clit, as her curled finger explored, caressed my magical spot, deep inside, her teeth softly gnawed at my clitoris, sending a strange vibration over my clit. I started to gasp, my body frantically moving, my breasts moving with each irregular breath, my body, my pelvis moving in rhythm, in unison with Lauren's fingers, assisting in her finger |
reaching my magical spot. "Oh god Lauren, Oh god, oh fuck" as I paused for air, "I'm going to cum lover, oh god." I felt her softly insert another finger me, stretching me, pushing into me, her finger thrusts, and my pelvis thrusts in unison. "Oh god, Oh fuck Lauren, yes... yes... YES... YES" as my body started to tense, stiffen, my hands gripped the headboard tightly, head thrown back into my pillows as I came loudly, gasping, my body shaking, convulsing. My eyes were wide open, as was my mouth as I gasped for air. As my body relaxed, calmed down, I felt her head, her cheek on my stomach, her fingers inert inside me. I pulled her up, hugged her softly lovingly as I relaxed in the afterglow, caressing her hair as her head resting on my breast, my nipple still sore; her arms wrapped around me. "Lauren," I paused, wondering how best to say what I wanted to say, "Since I was bi... I was sort of wanting this to happen... wishing this would happen Lauren; for us to become intimate." "But... But... you said you had never thought about it. When I asked you..." her eyes were looked at me, enquiringly as if she was testing me, seeing if I was telling the truth. "I hadn't. Lauren until..." I sighed softly. As I held her close; whispered into her ear. "Aroused lover?" "Very." I smiled; as I leant down kissed her forehead, her lips, my hand reaching for the top draw, opening it, as it searches for the double ended dildo, aware of her gaze as I lifted it up to expose it, to let her see; my face asking the question as she looked at it, questioningly. Her look back was one of uncertainty, as she looked on nervously, gathered her thoughts, as she blushed. "Miranda, I've never seen one yet alone..." she stopped in mid sentenced, paused, sighed "used toys before, and I don't think I've ever been with anyone that big." I smiled, softly, as I pushed her off me, onto her back making her yelp. As she watched me intently, I took the toy, and slowly ran the tip of the dildo along my entrance, coating in my own arousal, her eyes transfixed, even hypnotised by the sight. I gasped, as I slowly start to push the toy inside me, controlling my breathing, as I exhaled, I pushed it in deeper, gasping, as it filled me, claimed me. Her eyes were deeply focused on my entrance as the toy claimed me, till it could not move any more... She looked sheepishly at me, a giggle on her lips, I guess one can look comical with a dildo protruding, reaching for the ceiling. I held out my hands, gesturing for her to come, her face still in shock. "Just at how big it is?" she asked still blushing. "Its 12 inches or so all told... of which I have about 6..." "Would you like to mount it Lauren, fuck the toy, want to fuck me.....? Smiling softly.... Lauren just nodded; a smile crept upon her lips, a light giggle. "Mount me... mount it." Slowly Lauren sat up, straddled me as she squatted, hovering above the toy, her right hand grasped the dildo firmly as she lowered herself down, her eyes almost bursting out, as it claimed her. She emitted a loud deep moan. I reached for her hands, and she took them firmly, as I pulled her forward, as she slowly sank till she was filled with the toy. I pulled her forward, allowing our clits to almost touch as we soon started to rock on the toy, out hips, pelvises moving as one filling the toy claim us, bond us together. Lauren started to gyrate her hips, I could feel the toy inside move as she gyrated, filling me with pleasure. I watched Lauren in awe, as her head was thrown back, eyes closed, gasping, her hands tightening their grip on mine. Her breasts bounced, swayed with each thrust gyrating, making me squirm even further. I fought my own orgasm, wanting to enjoy the sensation, wanting us to cum together, but I had to fight hard, I remember the pearls of perspiration run down my cheek from my brow. But Lauren, was close, as she picked up the tempo, started to cry out, swear, before she arched back, "Oh god Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck Miranda, Oh god yes yes YES..." She shuddered violently into her orgasm, shaking, her finger nails dug deep into the flesh of my hands, her orgasm made me lose control, as my body, too shuddered in the delights of a deep earth shattering orgasm, pulling her in close, holding her, kissed her as our bodies relaxed from the onslaught, relaxing in the afterglow. As she came, Lauren collapsed on top of me, and I just held her close, caressing her, kissing her hair, her cheek, as an eerie silence descended on the room, our bodies joined at the hips by the dildo. Finally, she lifted her head, and looked at me... "Miranda, I need to know, I need to ask you a question?" "Of course Lauren, my lover." "Did you make this happen, did you... engineer this, through hypnotism?" "I thought you said you didn't believe in hypnotism Lauren." _Disclaimer: TRIGGERS - This story contains rough and coerced sex. Please do not read on if this may affect you and please accept my apologies. This story is written as pure fantasy ONLY and I do not condone the behaviour of the antagonists. If you cannot differentiate between fantasy and reality then please do not read on! Otherwise, please enjoy!_ ******************* I'm buzzing. For the first time all summer I'm finally managing to get to a party. Having spent the last 2 years away at college, coming home to a small town had been torturous. There was nothing to do here when you're 20. Even with a fake ID, all the bar owners knew who I was. Just one of the drawbacks of having a step-father who owned half the town. Yep, my mother re-married rich. Another drawback being that I had to attend functions every other night, help present that "family man" image. It really cut in to my partying time and I had missed several already. Lucky for me an old friend was throwing a pool party while his parents were out of town. Rooting through my draws, I pull out several bikinis before settling on the one. I tie the gold strings of the top behind my neck, then position the emerald green triangular cups over my plentiful breasts before tying the upper set of gold strings behind my back. I tighten both knots, making sure the top is nice and tight to hold up my breasts. Next comes the matching briefs, emerald green with a gold trim. I slide them up my shapely legs, kept toned with years of tennis, moving them up over my pert ass. They're a tight fit, snapping in to place as I pull my thumbs away from the bands, the gold trim just concealing the dark red landing strip that leads to my snatch. With my social life being so non-existent since I got back from college, it had been 6 weeks since my last lay - not counting my vibrator. Checking myself out in the mirror, I'm fairly confident that I can change that tonight! A quick cab ride later and I'm downing shots with my old friends from high school. We trade stories about the last year as the music pumps around us, the party in full swing. There's at least 80 people here and I can tell it's going to be a great night. I jump in the pool, dipping my head under, letting my long dark red hair get wet. I know it's going to curl and stick to my skin, but I'm not bothered, I'm finally having some fun. I mingle in the pool, catching up with people, enjoying the night. I come across Kayden, an old class mate from high school. Back then he was a nice guy, but not exactly what you would consider sexy. Apparently the last 2 years had been good to him! Having taken up swimming in college, he looked completely at home in the water, with a finely chiseled six pack and abs I could bounce coins off. We talk, we flirt, and pretty soon I'm leaning back against the side of the pool with my legs wrapped around his waist, our tongues colliding. I don't care how many people are around, I've never been one to be shy about public displays of affection. We grind together, his cock poking against me under the surface. The pool water is not the only thing making me wet. This night is going great and I'm ready to make it greater - until suddenly the music abruptly stops. Everyone turns to the speakers and let out a collective groan. Stood next to them is a police officer, smugly surveying us all. "For fuck sake..." I mutter under my breath. Just my luck! Randy as Hell, down to fuck, and the party ends up being busted by the cops! "Okay boys and girls, let's see what we got here..." From his accent I can tell he's local, has a southern drawl - 'Hick Speak' as I liked to call it. As far as police officer's went, he looked harmless. Even from the pool I can tell he's not very tall, a couple of inches taller than my 5'5 at the most, with short cropped hair. He looked to be in his late forties, early fifties maybe. He was old by my standards anyway. And not handsome by any stretch. His khaki uniform looked a little baggy on him, like the police department didn't make them that small for men. 'Probably would have been better off with a women's medium...' I thought to myself. All told, he looked a little pathetic. I watch over Kayden's shoulder as the officer walks around the edge of the pool, approaching a pretty blonde girl in a red bikini holding a can of beer. I recognise her from school, she was in the year below me I think. He asks her how old she is in a friendly manner, smiling cheerfully, disarmingly. She stammers out that she's twenty-one, clearly nervous... clearly lying, her eyes looking at the ground. I feel bad for her, but I'm mainly just pissed off that my clit has been teased. Until I see what happens next. The officer's demeanour changes drastically. He leans into her, his face just an inch from hers. No longer a friendly policeman, he now looks more like a wolf about to devour a lamb. The tone of his voice completely different as he tells her not to lie to him. The whole thing is thoroughly creepy, sending a rare shiver down my spine. There's no need to imagine how the girl feels, she burst out sobbing and admits she's eighteen. The smile on the copper's face has changed now too. It's victorious, but creepy. He looks delighted at the girl's misery. Fucking ass-hole. He takes the can from her and has a victory sip. I wonder how pathetic his life must be that he has to take pride from scaring teenage girls. Maybe it's the vodka shots I've had, but my blood is boiling and I'm feeling confrontational. "Party's over kids!" He shouts loudly as he heads back towards the gate, throwing the can over his shoulder as he starts to walk away. It lands in the pool, right next to me and Kayden. I look to him, expecting him to say something, but he just looks dumbstruck. Great - I'm not the only wet pussy in the party. I push him off me, sure that I've never been this angry before. "Seriously?!" I shout as I make my way to the ladder at the edge of the pool. Climbing the steps, I glance over as he turns back. I get on to dry land, the pool water dripping off my half naked body. Now that it's wet, my bikini looks like it's been painted on to my pale skin. "What did you say?!" He starts striding back towards me, trying to look menacing, but it won't work on me. Sure, he creeped me out before, but I guess now we're on level ground I'm feeling braver. I have the kind of confidence that only money can buy. One of the perks of having a step-dad who owns half the town. Of course, the five shots of vodka flowing through my petite frame help as well. I size him up with my pale blue eyes as he approaches and I can tell he's eyeing me up as well. How could he not? "Like, do you not have actual crimes to deal with?! Do you dumb, lazy pigs have nothing better to do than stop us from swimming?!" "You better take that back little girl..." His eyes never leave my tits, droplets of water running down from my shoulders to them, trickling through my cleavage. The whole party is silent, staring at us both, except for the girl he harassed earlier, who is still sobbing by the pool, being comforted by her friend. I turn to my left, smiling at everyone in the pool. It's ok guys, I got this. "No! Now listen, I know that you know who I am and who my step-father is, so how about you leave us to it and I won't have him end your career..." I study his face to see if my threat has landed. He doesn't seem bothered, which bothers me "Seriously, he plays golf with the mayor. One phone call and you're done!" He steps towards me, getting up close and personal like he did with the other girl "Listen, girly girl, I have no idea who you are, or who your step-daddy is, and I don't much care for the mayor..." He moves in close to my face, and I can see why that girl was crying... he's very intense "What I do know is that you are under arrest. Now turn around and put your hands behind your back." I'm genuinely shocked "Bu..But I'm Chloe Armstrong..." No re-action. "My step- dad is Shane Armstrong..." He doesn't look surprised, which is surprising. "I'm an Armstrong!" I shout loudly in his face. "Fine... Chloe Armstrong; Step-daughter of Shane Armstrong... of House Armstrong..." He says loudly for the crowd, emphasising my surname each time he says it, waving his arms around theatrically "You. Are. Under. Arrest!" He says each word slowly, punctuating his point. "Now turn the fuck around and put your fucking hands behind your fucking back!" "Wha...wait...what?!" He doesn't wait for me, but instead grabs my shoulders and spins me around. Before I can react, my hands are pulled behind me and the metal cuffs have clicked around my skinny wrists. "Hey!" I try to move my hands but they're locked in tight. He grabs my shoulders and turns me towards the back gate, pushing me forward. I have no choice but to walk, trying to comprehend what's happening... what shouldn't be happening! "The rest of you, go home!" He keeps pushing me towards the exit, when Brad, the host of the party, steps in his way. "Officer, come on man, she's just a little drunk, can't you let this slide?!" He scratches the back of his neck nervously as he talks. I'm about to chime in when the cop places his hand on his holster. "Son, move out of my fucking way, or else..." Brad quickly complies. Well, at least he had the balls to try. I'm thrust forward again and out of the gate. I can see his cruiser parked just below a street light. "You're making a huge mistake! I swear to God, you'll fucking pay for this!" I've found my voice again, and I'm going to use it. We reach the cruiser "When my step-dad finds out - ahhhh!" He slams me down, bending me over the boot of the car. His hand firmly grips my neck, holding me down, my left cheek and breasts squished against the vehicle as he leans over me. His feet kick my legs apart and he steps between them. "Uhhhh!" I let out a primal cry as his crotch slams against my ass, the force reverberating around my waist, sending a shock to my sensitive nether regions. He leans over and whispers harshly in my ear "Listen hear Chloe, I don't give a fuck about your daddy, or step-daddy, or whoever the fuck he is. Quite frankly girl, he should have taught you some respect for the law!" I squirm under him, letting out a little cry when he thrusts himself against my ass again, pressing some of the pool water out of the material "Guess I'll just have to teach you some tonight!" "Get off me!" I buck my ass back, wriggling under him, but he holds me in place. I'm genuine in what I say, but something about his hot breath in my ear sends hot flashes through me. Most guys will do anything to impress me, be the perfect gentlemen that they think I want them to be, but his harsh tone hits me deep. He keeps moving his hips, releasing the pressure on my waist, before slamming them back in to me. Perhaps is my over hyper-sex drive making my imagination run wild, but I could swear he was dry humping my ass. He's probably just toying with me, letting me get free a little before pinning me back down "Fucking pig!" "You've got quite a mouth on you Chloe, must get you in to a lot of trouble." I hear a car door open and he pulls me up "Let's see if it can get you out of trouble..." Before I can protest, he forces my head down and then pushes me on to the back seat, the car door slamming shut as I struggle to sit upright. Through the window I can see him under the street light looking down at his khaki pants. My damp bikini briefs have left a wet patch on them in the shape of my bum. He says something to himself, but I can't quite hear it. Something about wanting to get his something wet tonight. It sounded like clock, but he must have meant pants. But why would he want to get his pants wet? Or his clock for that matter? My thoughts are scrambled - how can I still be turned on after being arrested and humiliated by this creep? And why did Kayden have to be such a wimp?! I barely have time to think about it. He's already back in the car and peeling quickly away from the curb, throwing my body sideways. It's hard to balance with your hands behind your back and I'm even more pissed off now, finding myself lying down again when I had only just managed to sit up. I struggle to shimmy upright in the back seat, my wet body slipping on the plastic seat covers - I don't even want to know why they have those. It takes a few minutes, and I swear I can hear him laughing at me under his breath, but I manage it. A metal mesh screen separates us. "You're going to fucking pay for what you just did back there! Do you hear me?! Your job is done!" I get no reaction from him. He just drives on in silence, glancing back at me in his rear-view every now and again. My shoulders are pulled back by the cuffs, my chest pushed outwards. I wriggle my wrists in the cuffs for a few moments, leaning forward, seeing if I can get loose. Obviously I can't, so I give up, sitting back in the seat, pouting in silence. I take deep breaths, my breasts rising and falling as I try to control both my anger and my hornyness. What I would give to be at home with my vibrator right now. It may be a lonely affair, but at least I wouldn't be on my way to jail! My mind races, seething at what has been done to me so far. How dare he arrest me, an Armstrong?! Sure, I'm only an Armstrong through marriage, but I took his name all the same and we basically own this shit town! He'll pay for this, I'm sure of it. Suddenly I realise something - I have no idea where we are! We're not in town, where the police station is, we're driving through the woods on the edge of town. He turns off the main road that runs through the forest, on to a smaller, bumpier road, the trees closing in around us. "Hey! Where the hell are we?!" I lean forward towards the mesh "Where the hell are you taking me?! Answer me!" My breasts bounce softly from the bumpy road and I can see his eyes looking back at me in his mirror "Hey! What the fuck are you -" BANG! He smacks his hand on the meshing "Shut the fuck up!" I look around, the thoughts of my vibrator replaced with panic. Then I see it. The headlights shine on the sign as we pass it. It's covered in moss and dirt, but I can read the words clear enough - Welcome to Bear Lake Summer Camp. He stops at a gate "Why are we here?!" I'm really starting to panic now. My mum had always warned me about this place, forbid me from even entertaining the idea of coming out here. I had heard the infamous stories of this place. The stories of Donny Bilson. "You said you wanted to swim, so I'm taking you swimming... you're dressed for it..." First of all, it must be noted that I am not a writer of erotica. I find it much more fun, and erotic, reading stories where I'm not sure exactly what's going to happen (even if it's pretty clear from the direction of the story so far) than writing ones where I have such absolute control. But I am an avid reader, and I have read many stories in each of the categories on this site -- including the now-defunct "extreme" category -- and enjoyed a great many of them, both as literature and as jerk-off material. But there is a problem with the "loving wives" section. We all know what that problem is. First of all, the problem seems to stem from the fact that no one knows what "Loving Wives" means, other than it deals with wives. Some believe it means stories about "wimp" husbands, some believe it means stories about threesomes (notably not referred to as "wimp wives"), and some believe it means stories about marital sex. Of course, this "problem" could exist in many of the other categories; Incest contains father-daughter and mother-son and cousin-cousin sex, each of which is a very different thing; Nonhuman contains stories about demons and angels alike; Nonconsent contains stories about light role-play and head-on rape, and I think we can agree those are completely different worlds. We could do this with any category. But, in the Loving Wives section, the differences seem so enormous as to evoke a great deal of hateful feedback. There is no point in arguing with the hateful feedback. Basically the only solution is to stop altogether allowing comments on stories that involve cuckolding. But allow me to attempt, one more time, to preach a message of tolerance. Sexuality is, in a simple phrase, fuckin' awesome. It is, thank God, so wonderfully varied and complex and fucked up as to keep us interested and traumatized our entire lives, if we have even the slightest bit of luck. Every single one of us likes different things. If you had the good fortune of grossing yourself out on the old "extreme" section (www.allextremesex.com, now just a tame site), you know all about some of the more perverse fetishes out there. A brief list of the sickest shit I've seen: Bestiality Extreme scatology -- in one story, a woman is buried in a port-o-potty for a month with an air tube, and completely covered in shit Sex with infants Necrophelia And the weirdest one was a story about a bullemic girl whose boyfriend liked having her stick her fingers down her throat and vomit while they were doing it. Most of us probably said "ick" to most of the things listed above, if not all. I certainly did, even though I enjoyed the stories no end. Here are some more fetishes that you might find more familiar: Sex in the butt Sex with whips & chains & stuff Sex with celebrities "Deleted scenes" of TV shows like Friends (Dudeman85's stories being some of the best and most popular on Literotica) Sex with blood Sex in the missionary position with a loved one Foreplay, followed by intercourse Scary sex Sex in public Peeping Toms Focus on non-obviously-sexual body parts like feet Non-single-sexed individuals Sex with virgins Guy-guy sex Sex with more than 2 people Funny sex Making fun of sex and sexuality and erotica Sex with pictures Sex with members of your family Sex with people with different skintones Girl-girl sex Sex within, or without, marriage Sex with old people Hypnotism Nonconsensual sex Supernatural sex Romance Sex with aliens Sex on Star Trek Sex in Middle Earth or some such similar locale Sex that you hear (mostly girls masturbating into a microphone) Sex with toys Sex by yourself Gender-confusion Yes, that's right, I basically listed the Literotica categories. It's a pretty incomplete list. But it's important to note that "Erotic Couplings" is just as much a fetish as "Transsexuals & Crossdressing." If what you want is normal, monogamous sex with your wife, that's fine. But to some of us, THAT is pretty sick. The fun about sex, after all (and if you don't think sex should be fun, you're on the wrong fucking website, man), is in discovering each other's differences, the fetishes we share and those which we can learn from each other, and maybe learn to like, and maybe learn to dislike. Some of us may never really enjoy oral sex as much as others, and some of us may never really enjoy dressing up like an ape as much as others, but experimenting and learning is what it's all about. The fact is, we're all sickos. From what I've read in the online world, I think I'm near the top of the heap in sickness, but not at it. Some people don't understand this. They have revenge fantasies; a pretty neat fetish, that's fine with me. But if someone has a different fantasy, they deem it "sick." Well, duh! It better be sick, or it wouldn't be sexy! You think revenge isn't sick? You think Christian morality isn't sick? You really think that there's nothing unnatural about "kicking to the curb" a woman to whom you vowed eternal love, in front of all your friends and family, after she messes up one time? That is the sickest thing I ever heard -- and hooray to you for having that fantasy! See, that's why we come to Literotica. To write about, and read about, and deal with the fantasies which, for millenia, we as a speices have more or less kept locked inside ourselves, too ashamed of or prohibited from doing to actually try out, or even talk out. And now, we have a forum for it. Where we can all express ourselves, where we can all be accepted, and where we can learn each other's sexual fetishes WITHOUT actually all fucking one another. The woman who thought she was nuts for asking her boyfriend to bite her finds a vampire story. The boy whose girlfriend made fun of him for asking her to spank him finds a light s/m story. And the man who wanted another man to fuck his wife, finds a story to fill that need. If you can't learn to tolerate other people's sexuality, I honestly don't understand why you come here and expect yours to be tolerated. Almost nothing on this site is accepted by mainstream society; frankly, no pornographic writing describing detailed sex would be considered OK by whatever priest or minister performed your marriage ceremony, so just by reading the word "cunt" you've stepped outside of the norm, just a little bit outside of those traditions you were taught and to which you cling so desperately. So what if a cuckold story DOES mean that the husband is a gay, sissy wimp? What's wrong with being a gay, sissy wimp? I know plenty of proud fags who are proud of being gay, sissy wimps, and I know prenty of closeted men who are ashamed of wanting to be that way. The former are the outcropping of healthy, open sexuality; the latter are the pitiable. So, in the end, I plead this: That you all be open with your sexuality, that you come here to express it, to find a kinship with others', and to encourage more and better expression of it by your comments (be they positive or constructively critical), and maybe even to expand the horizons of your fantasy life a little; but most of all, that you remember that no one's fetish is better than anyone else's, and that if someone likes a cuckoldry story, that's good enough reason for it to be on this site, and if you hate it and find it offensive, I'm sure we can find someone out there who finds YOU equally offensive -- but is tolerant enough to not yell it in your face. Let us all work to end the negative comments in the Loving Wives category, so that we can live in peace. In a time with so much needless war worldwide, a little tolerance in this most progressive of realms, the land of internet erotica, is the least we can ask for. Frankly, if we can't have tolerance here, it's barely worth the bloodshed to even try and save this miserable rock we live on. Remember, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." Jesus said that. Man, the Son of God. What a cock he must've had! (I'll bet my wife would love to fuck it!) Peace. |
A Family Affair: 2nd Story _The old reflexes kicked in for this story. It falls in the novelette range. I always heard authors say "write about what you know", so, this story, like '2015 -- Kiss me, you fool', it's set in the context of a trucking company._ _As an experiment, I tried to use the commercial romance formula. I hope you'll enjoy the result._ _My thanks again to my editor, Valphund._ ## Prologue Moreno and Sons was a bit of misnomer. A fourth generation family company, it had gone from a single rickety old truck owned by Guiseppe Moreno, fresh off the boat in the immigration wave following WWII, to a successful logistics enterprise. From the beginning, the sons went into the family business while the daughters married and made more little Morenos. Claudia was the first to break with tradition by going to College and joining her five brothers in the company. At five ten with a voluptuous body, she was a magnet for male concupiscence, but she didn't tolerate disrespect. Neither did her brothers, the smallest of which was six three and weighed two-thirty. Brotherly protectiveness wasn't the only reason the Moreno boys had their sister's back. ## The story The Moreno men sat in the living room, watching a hockey game while Mama was putting the finishing touches to Nana's birthday supper. When their sister came back from the bathroom, Matteo punched Antonio in the arm to make him move over. The good-natured melee was settled by Claudia who pulled him aside by twisting his ear. Papa Moreno had to intervene to prevent bodily harm to his youngest son after he threatened to take his sister across his knees for a spanking. He knew how viciously Claudia fought when a man dared touch her other than gentlemanly. They listened to the game in a convivial, if boisterous atmosphere, shouting at the referees, cheering for their team and booing their adversary. At the intermission, Matteo asked his sister to join him on the porch. "Do you remember Uncle Giorgio?" He asked her. "The one who went to work in the oil fields of Texas and never came back?" "That's the one. I've kept in touch over the years and I visit when I travel that way. He reached out to me a few weeks ago. His daughter will be going to Cornell College in the fall on a full scholarship." "Bright kid. They don't hand those out to just anybody." Matteo ruffled his sister's hair which resulted in a friendly scuffle. "Thought you were the only Moreno with a brain, did you? Well, he asked if we could take her under our wing, so to speak. You know, watch out for her." "How are we going to do that? Ithaca is 330 miles from Boston. We don't have that big a wing." Claudia laughed. "Not quite, but I was thinking that we could hire her until school starts as a way for her to get used to our East Coast ways." "And you're talking to me because you want to stick her to me. I don't need another employee. All the jobs are filled." "Come on, sis. You're always whining that you need a real assistant, not only a secretary." "First, I don't whine. I submit business requirements for efficiency. Second, I manage quite well. I don't need a useless brat to get in my way, and I certainly don't have time to play teacher." "You make my point for me. You work twice as hard as anyone else. When was the last time you went out for a night on the town? Hell, Claudia, you haven't even finished unpacking, and you bought that condo over a year ago." "I happen to like my work. I don't need to go out to enjoy myself. Clubs are overrated anyway." Matteo pulled his sister in his arms. "She was a bitch, and I told you from the beginning that she wasn't good enough for you, but you have to get over her. You have to start rebuilding your life at some point." "I know." Claudia held on to the comforting presence. "I worked so hard to give her everything she wanted, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough." It broke Matteo's heart to see his little sister in such pain. He wished he could do something for her. Maybe mentoring her cousin would help take her mind off the bitch who had treated her so poorly. "Since she's going to Cornell to study business, I thought seeing how the big boys and girls do it might give her a better sense of what the real world is like. You had that opportunity growing up and you told me it served you well." "I don't have time..." "Yes you do. Or you would if you delegated some of the work you shoulder on your own. You don't have to do everything. Look at me, I run the damn thing. Do you think I could do it by myself?"¸ "That's why you have me and Francesco and Riccardo." "And you're the greatest CFO and VPs I could have asked for. The same applies to you. Starting Monday, I want you to start delegating some of your work. Have others do the actual work and supervise instead of doing it all yourself. That'll give you time to train your new Assistant." "When will she arrive in Bean Town? Late June?" "Tomorrow. I'll pick her up at the airport and drive her to your place myself." "WHAT? I may agree that I could use her to get coffee for a couple of months, but I don't need a kid invading my space. And why isn't she still in school?" "She has a room reserved at the dorm for the school term. What would be the point of renting an apartment for six months? We all have families while you have an extra room. She graduated in December. You said it yourself. She's a bright young woman. She's been hanging around the house, so Uncle Giorgio thought she might as well get a head start." "You're a sneaky son of a bitch, you know that. Couldn't you have given me some advance notice?" "And allow you to come up with all kinds of reasons why you couldn't do it?" Matteo laughed. "You're the one who taught me that it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission." "At least put her in a hotel for a couple of days while I get the place ready." "You take all the time you want. We'll be there around 1:30pm." ***** Walking in the arrival waiting hall, Matteo cuffed two young bucks who were leering at a sexy woman who had taken off her coat in the heat of the crowd and revealed a gorgeous hourglass figure encased in tight fitting jeans and top. Her auburn mane flowed over strong shoulders to the middle of her back. When they turned in outrage, they looked up and up to see a six foot six giant smiling at them. "That's my sister. Get it?" "Yes sir. Sorry sir." They walked away quickly. Matteo sighed, remembering the night he spent in lock-up because the cops couldn't believe the young teenage girl had done all the damage on the grown man the ambulance had picked up off the sidewalk and rushed to the hospital. It had been much easier to arrest the young mountain of a man for the assault. He saw the two punks had moved further away, but kept an eye on Claudia. They had no idea what they were getting into if they made a move on her. "You should change your cologne if you want to sneak up on women. And I saw them." "I know you did, sis. Maria would have my nuts on toast if I dared look at another woman." "They'd only be out of the sack when she ate them that time." "You're not much of a lady, you know." "I'm your fifth brother in the wrong body. I thought you'd have figured it out by now." Matteo wrapped his arms around her neck. "Your body is perfect, little sister. We all love you just the way you are." "Yeah. Yeah." Despite her protestations, she liked herself too. It had taken her a long time to make peace with the fact that she wasn't a boy. When she did, she decided to make the best of it. Life was too short for useless regrets. "You could have told me she connected in Chicago. I was here for the Atlanta flight." "I thought you'd be home making it presentable for your new roomie." "Do you remember your first day in the dorm? She'll take my place as is and make the best of it. It's not like she's moving in permanently." "You're right. There she is. Damn, she's grown since I last saw her." A young woman was coming their way, pulling a huge suitcase on rollers. She was wearing two inch heel black snakeskin cowboy boots, tight jeans with a beautifully sculpted turquoise belt buckle and a white camisole under a denim shirt unbuttoned far enough to emphasize a pair of fine breasts. She carried a jean jacket over her shoulder. "Cousin Matteo!" She jumped in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around her neck. "It's been such a long time. I thought you didn't love me anymore." She bussed him thoroughly before looking at Claudia. "Who's this? Maria will kill you for bringing your squeeze to pick me up." "And she'd spank you on the spot for this display. You're not a kid anymore." Matteo extended his arm to block his sister's advance. "This is my sister, Claudia, as you well know. And I suggest a little respect. You're going to live at her place and work for her starting tomorrow. Sis, this is formerly little Sofia. The last time I saw her, she was fourteen." Things went downhill from there. Sofia barely nodded to her cousin before grabbing Matteo's hand and walking away with him. Claudia looked at their retreating backs, at the suitcase, and back at them. When they all arrived at the sidewalk, the girl asked where her luggage was. "Where you left it." Claudia told her with a wicked smile. "ARE YOU NUTS?" Sofia ran back in the airport. "She was such a nice little girl." Matteo sighed. "Well, she's a bitch now. Your bitch. If she gets in my car, I might as well drop her off at Boston General right away, since that's where she'll end up before the day is over. It'll save the cost of the ambulance. And, by the way, tomorrow you can send her to the docks. I don't want to see her in my offices. That's where adults work. We're not a daycare." Matteo watched his sister walk away. He couldn't fault her. He should have done his homework. His cousin would never have made it past the first interview of the hiring process. (If she made it that far at all.) He was still standing there, trying to come up with a solution when the young woman rejoined him, out of breath, disheveled, but grinning with satisfaction. "Where's Claudia?" "She's..." Matteo looked at his cousin. "What happened to you?" "Two jerks thought they could steal my suitcase. One of them won't walk for a while and the other must still be running." "Not another one." He groaned. "What? I showed my ID to the cops and my name matched the tag on my suitcase. When they asked the guy on the ground if he wanted to press charges, he saw all the people around us laughing and asked to be taken to the hospital or jail, anywhere away from me. That's all. So, where's Cousin Claudia?" "Why are you here, Sofia? I mean, here in Boston, now." "Because dad didn't want me around the house anymore, and I didn't want to work at his office. It would have been too weird. Also, I figured I worked hard enough that I deserved a break before College." "You knew you were coming here to work, right?" "Well, you were always so nice to me that I thought I could wheedle a quiet job in the mailroom where I would goof off for the next six months." Matteo looked silently at the brat his uncle had shoved at him for a long time. "Cousin?" Sofia began to have an inkling that she may have overplayed her hand. "It's not a big deal. Let me apologize to your sister. We can start fresh." "That ship has sailed, kid. I'm trying to decide whether to put you on the next plane back to Dallas or in a hotel for the night until your dad decides what to do with you." "You can't mean that, Matteo? I'm your little cousin, Sofia. You used to take me on your knee. You said I was your nicest cousin." "I said that to a beautiful, _well behaved_, little girl. I'm not sure I want anything to do with the bitch you've become. The first thing you did when you got here was to act like a whore, then you disrespected your cousin. Now you tell me that you expect to be coddled until you go to College." He took her elbow and walked her forcibly to the taxi stand. "Your father gave you some money, right?" "Yes, I have a credit card." "Take this taxi to the nearest hotel. They're all good ones around here. Then call Uncle Giorgio and ask him what he wants you to do. I don't care. I have to catch up with my sister and hope she'll forgive me for trying to foist you on her. Goodbye, Sofia." He turned and walked away without waiting for an answer. Family came first with the Morenos. ***** Four hours later, Claudia was in good spirits as she waved her brothers goodbye. It had been a no-brainer for Matteo to find her at their usual bar. The rest of her brothers had joined them soon after. Francesco came over with Antonio so they could drive her and her car back home. They knew their sister didn't have their tolerance to alcohol. She hummed a happy tune all the way to her floor. It died on her lips when she saw Sofia sitting on her suitcase by her door. With a sigh of resignation, she squared her shoulders and made her way to her place, fully intending to avoid a confrontation if at all possible. She stepped around her cousin and was unlocking her door when Sofia spoke. "I don't suppose your old man ever sent your mother packing with only the clothes on her back and shacked up with a twenty two year old skank. I doubt they fucked all day and night around your house, or beside the pool, right under your open bedroom window. Cousin Matteo asked why I was here. It's easy. The cunt gave him an ultimatum. Either I went or she did. Or course, the fact that she was sucking him at the time may have influenced his decision in her favor. I'm sorry, Claudia, for treating you badly. I didn't use to be like this. I was actually happy to come to Boston and see you all after the great stories Matteo told me about your family." When she was finished, Claudia walked in her condo without a word. Ten minutes later, Sofia wiped her tears on her coat sleeve and got up to find a cheap motel within walking distance. She had lied about the credit card too. All the money she had was the little she managed to squirrel away from her cheap allowance, and the bus ride from the airport had been more expensive than she thought it would be because she failed to get a transfer and had to pay full fare twice. When she took a last look at what could have been a haven for her, she saw that the door wasn't fully closed. Surely people in Boston were more careful than that, even in mid-town condos. She looked in but didn't see Claudia. She didn't hear her either. Hesitantly, she pushed the door. "Lock it behind you. You're not in Texas anymore." ***** Gently caressing her cousin's hair as she lay on the couch, head on her lap, Claudia tried to imagine what it would be like to have her family torn asunder, then be discarded like so much unwanted baggage. They had talked for hours as Sofia put away her clothes while they ate a New York-style pie from Ernesto's Pizza, then on the couch after getting ready for bed. She looked at the young woman's long athlete's legs -- she loved track and field. They had shared a good laugh as they compared the merits of thongs versus boy shorts. Claudia told her cousin how she envied her breasts' firmness when she unself-consciously took off her bra and put her camisole back on. "Enjoy it while it lasts." She told her and showed her the effect of gravity on her own larger DDs. For the first time, Claudia knew what it felt like to have a little sister. ***** Matteo was speechless when the two women came into his office, put a cup of his favorite coffee on his desk, and kissed him on the cheeks before walking back out, arm in arm, laughing. Claudia had a couple of burly men move an empty desk in her outer office and called the IT guy to install a computer. She told her secretary, Kelly, to show Sofia the ropes and went to work. An hour later, her new intern brought a refill for her cold coffee. "How's it coming along?" "Kelly's having me proof-read some letters for you. She's good at writing them and really fast on the keyboard, but she says she has trouble with orthography." "I know. She does plenty of good work, but I have to spell-check everything that goes out. If you can take this off my desk, it'll be a great help." "I had an A in English through high school. I'm sure I can take care of it. What's next?" "At lunch, I'll introduce you to the department heads. I want you to spend some time in each with an eye on how their work relates to my office. My title may be CFO, but I do much more. If you can, I want you to be the buffer between them and me. I waste a lot of time on trivial questions. Unless it's something urgent, I'd like you to summarize them in a single report so I can take care of them all at once when I have some free time, though it may only be at the end of the day." "Do you ever stop to take a break or something?" "I wish I could." Claudia laughed. "Most of the time, Kelly brings me a salad or a sandwich to eat it while I work. Today, I'll make an exception and we'll eat in the lunch room with the others." "That can't be healthy." "It's the business world, kid. If you want to move ahead, you have to put in the work." ***** An hour after quitting time, Matteo drove Sofia home. "Sorry I had to make you wait, Sofia. Maybe you should get a bus pass, or I'll try to make arrangements for you to travel home with someone else." "It's all right. It gave me time to catch up on some things Claudia wanted done... Matteo...?" "Yes?" "Why does she work so hard? I mean, couldn't you hire someone to help her? Some of the things she does... Isn't she the CFO?" "It's her title now, but you have to understand that we've worked all our lives in the family business. When I started, I was picking up garbage the wind blew against the fences. I helped on the outdoor maintenance during the summer. I remember how proud I was when I got to drive the lawnmower tractor. Then I worked on the docks before I drove a truck. And so on. I liked school, so I went on further than my brothers. So did Claudia. Over those years in the office, some jobs she took for her own. She still does them. She thinks she's the only one who can do them right and, in some cases, I have to agree. The problem is that she kept taking on more and more. Then..." "What?" "The job became her life to the exclusion of all else. Her whole life revolved around work. Her last relationship... Well, it's personal, and not my story to tell. Let's just say that now it's worse than ever. Last week-end, it was Nana's birthday Saturday, then you arrived on Sunday. If it wasn't for that, she'd have put in long hours at the office." "Can't you do something? Hire someone to help. Force her to take days off... Something. It can't be good that she doesn't have a life." "In her mind she does, and I won't take it away from her. When she's ready, I'll be there to support her. Until then, I let her do what she needs to do for herself. I suggest you respect her wishes." "I will. I remember what happened when I didn't follow your suggestion at the airport. Still, I wish there was something I could do." "There is. Be there for her. Be the best assistant you can be. That way, maybe I can hire a real one when you go to College. That would be a first step." "I saw a market when I rode the bus to her place yesterday. Do you think we could stop? There's nothing in her fridge." "But I bet she has tons of take-out menus." He guffawed. "She's great for the local economy. "I'm sure she is, but I'd like to cook something for her for when she gets home." "She'd like that, but you should text her a warning so she doesn't pick something up on the way home." ***** Claudia was tired but in good spirits when she got home that evening. After long weeks of arduous work, she had finally crunched the numbers for the expansion out west. The branch office in St-Louis would be as profitable as Francesco's market research suggested. She would meet with him and Riccardo in the morning to prepare the file they would present to Matteo for final approval. She smiled at the delicious smell which greeted her when she opened the door, then looked at her watch with a frown when she saw Sofia asleep on the couch. It was 11:00pm. Late, but not unusual for her. The young woman was wearing one of her Boston Celtics jerseys with a black thong. 'Damn she looks good.' The breast half out of the arm opening looked enticing. She shook herself. This was her eighteen year old cousin. Kneeling beside her, she caressed her long dark brown hair tenderly before kissing her forehead. "Sofia." She whispered. "You'd be more comfortable in your bed, sweetie." "What? Oh! Hi, Claudia. What time is it?" "Time for you to go to bed." "I prepared some pasta for you. It's in the oven to keep warm, but I'm not sure it'll still be good." "It'll be perfect, I'm sure. Now, come on. Let's put you to bed." She gently pulled her cousin up and guided her to her room. Turning down the covers, she tucked her in. After kissing her forehead again, she stayed sitting on the side of the bed, looking at her. "Sleep well, honey." She whispered, more to herself than to the young woman. ***** The days followed a similar pattern for the rest of the week. They'd get up early, spend an hour in the room Claudia had equipped as a gym, shower, eat breakfast and drive to work before the morning rush hour. Claudia worked through the day without even a lunch break, and Matteo or one of the other brothers, would drive Sofia home where she'd prepare something for her cousin who arrived around 9:00pm. They'd talk about anything but work while she ate and until she was ready for bed, getting to know each other. Friday evening, Matteo and his brothers staged an intervention and kidnapped their sister from her office at normal quitting time for supper at his place to celebrate the completion of the St-Louis project. It would be in Riccardo's hands to implement over the next several months. His wife, Maria, gushed over Sofia after slapping her ass for assaulting her husband in public. She pulled her in the kitchen, letting the family congratulate themselves for taking the business one step further. "How do you like it out here?" She asked her. "It must be quite different from Texas." "The city itself, not so much. Cement and steel, traffic and crazy pedestrians are pretty much the same all over. What I'm finding tough is getting used to the cold. This time of year, I wear shorts most of the time at home." "Really? It'll come soon enough. How are you doing at work?" "I like it. It's quite a challenge working for Cousin Claudia, and I'm only learning the basics yet. I hope I can be up to her standards." "I wouldn't worry too much about that, dear. You won't be. Nobody is. Do the best you can and it'll be more than enough. She respects people who work hard." "So everyone at work says. They all like her." "She's a good person. Strong-willed, temperamental, bossy... Well, you get the point. What she is also is a good woman with a big heart. Moreno and Sons is more than a family owned business. These people you hear fooling around in the living room care about their employees as if they were family too." "I'm beginning to see that. I'm glad... I'm happy to be here." Maria embraced her as she would one of her children. She had heard some of her story. "We're happy to have you too. You're welcome among us for as long as you... like." She almost said 'need'. ***** After supper, Claudia gave her sister-in-law a hand with cleaning up. She loved her dearly. Like Matteo, she has seen her grow from a rough and tumble tom-boy to a beautiful accomplished woman. In a way, Maria was like a second mother to her, having, more than once picked up the pieces when she got her heart broken. Being a lesbian, she couldn't go to her Mama with some things. She had accepted her when Claudia came out to the family, but she was still a woman from another generation. "How's it coming along with your cousin?" Maria asked. "Surprisingly well." Claudia told her. "After a rough start, we patched things up. I find that I like having someone around who's not demanding like a girlfriend, you know. Someone I can just talk to about nonsense things. Like the different kind of panties we prefer, our favorite shampoo and conditioner, how we'd like to slap men who can't look us in the eye when they talk to us, stuff I could never talk to my brothers about." "So you've adopted yourself a kid sister." Claudia was quiet a long moment, looking toward the living room where Riccardo was telling his young cousin about the touchdown pass which had won his high school team the championship. She smiled at how Sofia listened attentively. She had missed so much, being an only child. "I guess we all have." She said softly. "Ricky's found a virgin audience for his football stories." "Good." Maria laughed. "Lord knows we've heard them often enough." They talked about the kids until they were done. Maria held Claudia back before they joined the rest of the family. "You be careful, sweetie. She's awfully young, and she's your cousin too." "Oh, I know that, silly. Don't be such a mother hen. It's not an issue anyway. Marco said she was flirting with all the men when he and Riccardo took her to the docks to show her the operations. She's as straight as they come." "Be that as it may, I don't want to pick up the pieces of your broken heart again. You still haven't gotten over The Bitch." Claudia's ex's name was never spoken out loud within the family. "I have, mother. I swear. I don't even remember her name." "Oh, yeah?" Give me your phone." "Why?" "Just hand it over." Reluctantly, Claudia did as asked. No one in the family refused Maria's orders. "Ah ha! I knew it!" "No! I was going to do it! I swear!" Maria handed back the cell, minus her ex's contact information. "Now it's done. You won't have to agonize over it anymore." The older woman pulled Claudia into a loving embrace. "You have to move on, dear. There are plenty of women out there worthy of you who'd love to have a chance to get to know you." "I know, Maria. I'm just not ready... Soon, but not yet." ***** The ride home was a quiet one. Sofia could tell something had happened, but she didn't want to intrude in her cousin's personal life. "Was Cousin Riccardo really such a good football player?" "He was a local sports hero all through high school. I'm sure he could have made it to the pros, but he preferred working over going to College. As soon as he graduated, he started full-time. He says he'd rather have fun with the boys than risk getting injured every week. Papa brags that he's the best Operations VP the company ever had." "They sure have lots of fun on the docks. He and Marco know everyone by name." "They know their wives and girlfriends' names too. They send birthday cards to all of them, their kids too. Wait until you see the company picnic in July." "I really like it here. I wish..." "Yes, kid. You're welcome to stay as long as you want. You don't have to go back to Texas if you don't want to. I already talked to Matteo. You have a job at Moreno and Sons every summer and after you graduate, if you're interested." Sofia would have hugged her cousin, but she settled for putting her hand on hers... for the moment. "Thank you, Claudia. You're the best." "You're welcome." Claudia said simply. She didn't trust her voice not to betray her. Sofia's hand on hers awakened emotions she had thought dead forever. ***** After a heated debate from one room to the other as they changed in their bedclothes, they settled on a common favorite. While Sofia heated some popcorn in the microwave, Claudia put the DVD in the player. When Brad and Angelina were sitting in the marriage counselor's office, telling him how they met 'five or six years ago' in Bogota, they were sitting at each end of the couch, a beer in hand, with the popcorn bowl halfway between them. Nearly two hours later, they were sitting side by side, clutching their third beer as the heroes, wounded and trapped in the bullet ridden garden shed decided to go out in a blaze of glory, preferring to die together rather than being separated. Both had tears in their eyes and wide smiles when Brad told the marriage counselor to ask them the sex question and flashed a ten. "That was the best finale since 'Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid'." Claudia stated unequivocally. "Butch who?" "Are you kidding? It's only the best movie of 1969. Paul Newman and Robert Redford are in a similar situation, except they face an entire Mexican army regiment. Needless to say they don't end up talking about their sex life after. By the way, they're in a threesome with Katharine Ross, a gorgeous woman." "Never heard of it. I'm not that old, you know?" "Are you saying that I am?" The ensuing friendly tussle ended with Sofia across Claudia's thighs, her thong pulled between the crack of her ass, being spanked. The older woman expected that a few slaps would be the end of it, but her cousin surprised her by showing no sign that she wanted her to stop. Once she had reddened her cheeks, Claudia caressed them before giving her a pat to send her to the kitchen for another batch of popcorn while she set the classic DVD. When she reached for two more beers in the fridge, Sofia took an innocent step back so she would have to brush against her on her way to the couch. When she joined her, Sofia didn't say anything about her cousin's thighs pressed close together, nor about her hard nipples or the flush coloring her neck and chest. She simply set the warm bowl directly on her crotch and lifted her arm around her shoulders so she could lean on her. She didn't see the famous scene. She was asleep in what had become her favorite position. Claudia watched the blank screen for a long time. With a trembling hand, she shook the young woman gently. Sofia knelt on the couch, rubbing her eyes, while her cousin tried desperately not to stare at the firm breast which had fallen out of the basketball jersey she had adopted. When Sofia leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips, her bare nipple brushed Claudia's arm. Neither mentioned it. That night, Claudia did something she hadn't done in a very long time. She locked her bedroom door and opened her bedside table's drawer. When she reached for her favorite toy, it was wrapped in one of Sofia's red silk thongs. ***** The next morning Claudia shuffled, puffy red-rimmed eyed and groggy from lack of sleep, to her gym room. She groaned when she saw the reason for her sorry state all sweaty from working out on the weight machine, still in her bedclothes. She was at the door, on her way back to bed, when Sofia reached her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Aren't you going to train with me?" "No. I don't feel like it this morning." "Why are you wearing your gym clothes then?" "Why aren't you?" Claudia tried to shrug off the hand touching her, but she could only make a half-hearted effort. "I... You're..." Unsure if she hadn't overstepped her bounds irrevocably, Sofia wrapped her arms around her cousins' waist, pressing her overheated body against hers. She was encouraged by the soft moan she heard, but it could mean anything. She didn't even know if Claudia was bi, let alone if she liked women, particularly given her lack of reaction to her seduction attempts the night before. "Don't, please. You're my cousin." "So? Ever heard of kissing cousins?" In a Hail Mary move, Sofia moved her hands up to cup the older woman's breasts. Either Claudia reacted the way she wished or she had shot her last chance to hell. With a cry, Claudia threw her off and ran to her room, locking the door behind her. From where she stood in the corridor, Sofia could hear her gut-wrenching sobs. She had blown her only hope at happiness. ***** Father and son were eating breakfast, talking animatedly about the trip to the sporting goods store they would take after baseball practise when Matteo's cell rang. "MATTEO! SHE'S GONE! IT'S ALL MY FAULT! I SHOULD HAVE... SHE'S GONE, MATTEO!" "Slow down, sis. Who's gone? What happened?" As he was talking, he signed to Maria that she would have to take Leonardo to the park. This sounded important. "It's Sofia. She took one of my duffels and packed a few clothes. She left her key on the dresser. She's gone!" "Okay. Where are you now?" "I'm driving around the neighborhood. She can't have more than an hour's lead. I was... It's my fault! It's all my fault! I should have... I shouldn't have..." "She has a crush on you and you think you did the wrong thing by pushing her away?" "How...? How did you know?" "Poor Claudia, even a blind man could see she's in love with you. And Maria told me how you pined for her last night. What happened?" "She came on to me... Hard. That's what happened. I thought she was straight. I... I didn't expect it." "You say an hour. Do you think she could have taken a bus to the airport?" "The credit card's a fake. Her creep of a father didn't give her a penny, only a one-way plane ticket. She only has a little money she saved up." "So scratch the plane. What about the train or the bus?" "Those aren't cheap either for such a long distance, although she may have booked a seat to get out of the metropolitan area. She's Moreno enough to try to hitchhike her way to Texas." "She may be a fighter, but she can't be that crazy... Wait a sec. I've got Marco on call waiting... Yeah, brother, what's up? She did...? Well, I'll be a... No, it's perfect. Allentown, you say? Thanks. I'll let you know the details later... Claudia? She wheedled a ride to Texas with one of the cousins who's driving to Laredo." "I should never have shown her how to access the trucking schedule. How long ago did they leave?" "Thirty minutes ago. You were a bit off with your estimate." "He can't have gone far on I-78. I can catch up with them." "Don't kill yourself or risk getting pulled over. The dock manager didn't fully buy her story, so he called Marco, then sent him a text. He's going to stop at a truck stop near Allentown and wait for our instructions. It's exit 57. Go South on Leigh. There's a Papa John's and a McDonald's. They'll be in the McDonald's by the time you arrive. Do you want to pick me up?" "No, but thanks for the offer, it's my mess and I'll clean it up myself. I owe you, brother." "Let's call it even for all the times you saved my bacon and leave it at that. Let me know how it turns out." "I will. Bye." ***** Claudia sat in her sports pick-up, parked in front of the company truck, thoroughly embarrassed. After crying herself to hiccups, she had reached for the cream-covered dildo she had slept with, cradled between her breasts, and pushed aside Sofia's red thong to masturbate to repeated orgasms. When she finally stopped, exhausted, she had come out of her room as she was, ready to face the consequences of her unnatural urges, only to find Sofia gone. She had searched the apartment desperately before coming back to her cousin's room where she found her drawers open, a few t-shirts and panties missing. The Larry Bird jersey neatly folded on the bed and her key on the dresser. In her panic, she had put on the basketball top Sofia had slept in for days, slipped on the first pair of sandals she saw and grabbed her wallet and keys |
without another thought than the woman who had pieced her broken heart together in such a short time was gone. When Matteo gave her directions where to find her, going home to change had been the furthest thing from her mind. It was only when time came to go into the fast food joint that she realized she was almost naked. She let out a huge sigh of relief when she saw her cousin walk down the lane of parked trucks, coming her way. She gave a silent prayer of thanks for her stubbornness which had made her buy the oversized truck instead of the more sensible one her brothers insisted she get. At least Giovanni wouldn't be able to see inside the truck. Sofia hesitated when she recognized her through the windshield. To her credit, it was short lived. She took a deep breath (which did all sorts of wonderful things to Claudia's nether regions) and continued. "Hey, cousin, thanks for taking care of her." "No problem. She's all yours now. If you ever want a ride for real, kid, let me know." "Sure thing, but I'm afraid I'm going to be tied up in her dungeon from now on." "There could be worse things." He laughed, then climbed in his rig. "Wait a sec. I have to get my duffel bag." "Forget the bag. Get in here." "You don't understand. I really have to get it. Trust me." Sofia caught the luggage Giovanni dropped to her, made her way to the passenger side door and climbed in. She stopped short, one foot in and the other one still on the running board, when she saw Claudia. "What? You never saw someone who was so worried she picked up the first thing she found before running out of the house" Sofia stared at the full-figured body wearing only the thong she had seen last when she wrapped it around her cousin's dildo, and, from the looks of things, toy and panties had seen some serious use. A deep breath confirmed what her eyes told her. "Is this a fashion statement?" She gestured at the jersey which was loose on her, but somewhat tight on Claudia, given her generous bust which overflowed at the low neckline and through the wide arm holes. She couldn't miss the large nipples visibly hardening under her appreciative gaze. "Can we talk about this on the way home?" Claudia could see the triumphant expression on Sofia's face. Given the decision she had come to earlier, she found that she welcomed it. Throwing the duffel bag on the back seat of the king cab, The young woman would have sidled to Claudia's side if she hadn't stopped her with a thumb cocked in the direction of their cousin who stared at them with a wide grin. "Let's not give this truck driver any more reason to gossip." "On the contrary, let's give him plenty. I owe him for the ride and for waiting for you." Sofia crawled on hand and knees to reach Claudia faster and threw her arms around her neck. Their kiss left nothing to the imagination, to their cousin's glee. She was discreet though, as she slipped her hand inside the famous number 33 jersey and fondled the breasts she had fantasized about for so long. The older woman was just as passionate in her response. After caressing Sofia's breasts, her hand was on her way to its ultimate goal when Giovanni interrupted them by blowing his air horn. When they looked at him with huge smiles, he pointed down the lane where a group of truckers were sauntering their way. After blowing him a kiss, Claudia started the engine and drove away. As soon as they were on the highway, she set the cruise control to the accepted limit for trucks or she would have put the pedal to the metal in her hurry to arrive home. This left her bare thigh free for her passenger to caress. She felt obliged to return the favor. The young woman slowly, sensuously took off her t-shirt and bra. After fondling her breasts, she put on the tight cami she retrieved from her bag. She might as well be naked for the little it covered. "We're going to give the neighbors quite a show when we get to the building." Claudia quipped. "Let's not forget the security camera in the elevator." Sofia reminded her. They laughed together, all uneasiness gone to the wind, until the older woman stopped Sofia's hand as it was about to reach her drenched panties. "Now that I have a reason to live for, I don't want to crash before I can make love to you." She said, her voice hoarse with desire. Sofia leaned in to kiss her cousin's cheek and run the back of her fingers on the soft flesh bulging on the side of her top. "I agree. This is a dream come true. I've been picturing this moment forever it seems." "It has been a long week." Claudia laughed. "You have no idea." Sofia breathed in her ear. She took out her phone and opened the album file. There was a single picture in it. She showed it to Claudia. It showed her in a revealing bikini, head thrown back as she laughed full- throated at something. At first, she didn't place it, then she remembered that particular piece of apparel. She had bought it on a shopping expedition with her sisters-in-law. They had wanted to surprise their husbands at a family outing. "Where did you get that? It must be four or five years old." "Matteo gave it to me the last time he visited. The original picture included all your family, but I erased everyone else out." "I remember it. I have a copy of it. Mama took it. We were at the beach that day. We scandalized the other families there. What you didn't see is that she was wearing one just as revealing. She's still a beautiful woman for her age. You should see her old photo album. It's no wonder Papa was smitten." "So you get your good looks from her then." "I do. I inherited her talent for managing people too. Imagine what it was like with six rambunctious kids in the house, seven, if you count our papa who loved to play with us." "And all of them oversized except you." "Even me. I was this tall at fourteen, but gangly. I had these beauties by the time I was sixteen." She hefted her breasts to make her point. "I filled out gradually after twenty." "You are a very beautiful woman, Claudia. Every time your brother came to Dallas, he'd tell me tons of stories about you, the stunts you pulled, how good you were at school, the trouble you got him in while protecting you. It got to the point where I felt as if I knew you. You became the big sister I never had. Then..." "Then?" "You were my role model, the woman I wanted to grow up to be... to be... with. Why do you think I was so rude to you at the airport? You're the one I wanted to wrap my arms and legs around. You were the one I wanted to kiss, to... I've been fantasizing about you since your brother gave me this picture. I can't count the number of orgasms I had looking at it... looking at you, wishing you were in my arms. That's another reason my father's whore wanted me out of the house. After she had him, she tried to seduce me, but I didn't want anything to do with her. I was saving myself for you." "But you didn't know me. If not for those circumstances, we would never have met." "You really have no idea how proud your brother is of you. You're all he talked about when he spoke of Boston. I did know you. As for meeting you, you know that money I saved for years? It was to buy a plane ticket to fly here to meet your family... To meet you." Claudia reached to pull her weeping cousin to her. "Poor baby. You're here now. That's all that counts." She caressed her hair, occasionally kissing her head until she felt better. Claudia knew when she did because Sofia's hand was back stroking her thigh, her finger extended to touch her over the damp panties. Unwisely, she closed her legs to stop the inquisitive hand, only to trap it exactly where Sofia wanted it. "Stop... Stop that..." Claudia groaned. She pulled the hand away after a particularly precise touch caused a fresh flow of cream and an uncontrollable spasm which almost made her lose control of the truck. She lifted it to her mouth to kiss the offending digits. She moaned and sucked them when she tasted herself. "Wait, baby, we're almost there. You can have me... We can have each other then." With a pout, followed by a mischievous grin, the young woman scooted to her side and gave her cousin another show as she pushed her tight jeans down. She didn't bother to take off her boots. She lay there, a couple of feet away from Claudia's hungry eyes, pants rolled over her ankles, knees wide apart, the darker patch on her panties testifying to the woman's arousal, as was the telltale scent wafting to the driver's side. "I want you, Claudia! I've been saving myself for you ever since I discovered what sex was all about. I've been dreaming of you, masturbating thinking about you, fantasizing about you holding my hand, spanking me when I was bad, making love to me." She reached into the duffel bag she had dropped into the well when she took the cami and pulled out something Claudia recognized well. "Now you see why I couldn't leave it behind. When I found your cache of toys, I took this one. I've been fucking my ass with it since last Monday while I waited for you to come home, thinking of you using it on me!" The older woman couldn't answer over the lump in her throat. Instead, she reached to stroke her cousin's thigh. Sofia held her hand, kissed it, licked her palm, sucked each finger suggestively. "Soon, my... Soon, darling, for now, just look, listen, smell me. You're the first... the only woman to have seen me this way." Still holding Claudia's hand, their fingers interlaced, she used her free hand to caress herself, running her fingernails on her white thighs, leaving pink trails behind, tracing the edges of her thong, circling her goal before cupping it firmly, massaging her blood engorged mound through the thin material. When she finally slipped her fingers inside the panties, Claudia had a hard time splitting her attention between the road and the cloth covered movement she could see. Her ears told her how wet her cousin was as the moist flesh was stroked. The smell was so strong that she tasted it too. Before Claudia could beg her to remove her thong, Sofia arched against her hand and cried her pleasure to the woman of her dreams, offering herself willingly, completely. The young woman was still slumped in the corner of the cab, limp from the powerful orgasm which had wracked through her as she exposed herself to the only woman she ever wanted, when they pulled in the underground garage of the building. As soon as the engine was turned off, Claudia was in her arms, kissing her hungrily, both hands on her body, desperate to relieve the sexual tension the display had brought about. When she reached to touch Sofia, she stopped her hand as it cupped her. "Not like this, darling. Not here. I want our first time together to be special, not a quickie in your pick-up. Let me give you something to hold you until we get... home." In a swift move, Sofia reversed their position to cover the older woman, pressing their bodies together as the kissed passionately. She groaned with desire when she pushed the basketball jersey over Claudia's breasts and looked at them. She fondled them, kneaded them, kissed them. She sucked on the erect nipples, licked them, nibbled on them. Claudia was writhing uncontrollably under her when Sofia brought her hand between her legs to touch her, to stroke her. "I can't wait anymore! You're killing me here! Take me already, you tease!" "With pleasure, my..." Sofia cut herself off by kissing Claudia's lips bruisingly as she plunged two fingers in her wet vagina, meeting the bucking hips, slapping her clit with her palm on every stroke in while she curled her fingers to reach for maximum effect. Within minutes, she felt the woman's nails dig in her back as she arched against her and screamed her climax in her mouth. "Are... you sure... This is... your first time...?" Claudia panted, trying to catch her breath. "I've been making you come years, cousin, but, yes, this is the first time I had a woman come in my arms." "I don't believe you. You're just too good." "What can I say? You inspire me. Now wrap this sweater around your thong so we can go home." "It's yours." "Like this top you're wearing is yours?" Sofia grinned cheekily. "Point taken, I'll give it back the moment we get upstairs." They gave a good show to whoever was watching the elevator security camera monitor. Again, Sofia held Claudia's hand back from its goal, lifting it to her breasts instead. The moment the door opened, her cousin took off her jersey and handed it to her. "I said I'd give it back the moment we got upstairs, didn't I?" Sofia would have raced to the condo, but Claudia walked calmly, arm around her waist. The moment the door closed behind them, they dissolved in a fit of laughter. "Wow! I haven't done something this daring in ages. You bring out the kid in me." "I'm glad. I like daring. We're going to have so much fun together." Sofia told her cousin as she held her against the door, hands flat on the wood at each side of her head, their gazes locked. She leaned in, their lips meeting softly, tenderly, lovingly. Claudia parted her lips to invite her in, breathless at the display of maturity, touched deeply by the unexpected gentleness, uncertain as the roles she had envisioned when she came out of her room earlier were reversed. She was again the eighteen year old being shown what it was like to make love to a woman by the single mother she babysat for. Her eager hands shook as she slowly reached under the thin cami for the breasts which had taunted her. She groaned in Sofia's mouth when she felt the pebbly nipples against her palms as she massaged those firm mounds. "Take off my jeans, love. I want to feel your body with mine." Claudia moaned as she closed her eyes and leaned her head on Sofia's shoulder. She could hear Ms. Marinelli tell her the same thing. She felt herself melting in her arms as she unfastened the garment and pushed it over the taut ass. She slid down the length of the hot body until she was crouched, her face directly before the bare pussy with its cute little patch of hair. Her eyes never straying, she took off Sofia's boots, then her pants and panties. When she was done, she took the firm cheeks in both hands and pulled Sofia's womanhood to her mouth. Seeing how she had to crane her neck, the woman lifter a leg over her shoulder. With a whine of pleasure, Claudia renewed her kiss on the swollen lips, stretching her tongue as far as it could reach to scoop as much of the delicious cream as possible. She drank at the inexhaustible source for a long time before she was gently guided higher. She wrapped her lips reverently around the woman's pearl, pushing back its hood to flick the tip of her tongue daintily across its glans. She met the increasing thrusts with more pressure. Meaning to give more pleasure, she brought her hand to the leaking opening, only to have it held gently. "Not yet, sweetheart, not yet. You can fuck my ass if you want though. I like that very much." Puzzled, she nevertheless complied. Soon, it was all she could do to hold the woman in place. Claudia used all her imagination and experience to make this moment the best she could. She was rewarded by the woman climaxing on her tongue, clenching on her fingers with pulsing inner muscles. She came to in the woman's arms, her face being covered with light kisses. To her amazement, Claudia realized that she had shared her orgasm without even touching herself. She opened her eyes slowly to meet the woman's... No. Sofia's eyes. There was no doubt about the love she saw in them. She felt her heart swell in response. "Who... Who are you? What did you do to me? I..." She asked quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment. "You're a wonderful woman, Claudia Moreno. I could only imagine, but this... You..." "What happened? You were someone else. She... She was my first... She..." "Shhh... Everything is fine. Come with me." Sofia guided a still bewildered Claudia to her feet. Still embracing her, she took her to the bathroom where she ran a hot bath, never letting go of her. She sat in the water, Claudia between her legs and had her lean back, talking softly all the time. When she relaxed, Sofia took the soap and caressed her body gently, stroking her emotions rather than her senses. She had her kneel before her so she could wash her pussy. Slowly, tenderly, she brought her to a soft, flowing orgasm and pulled her on top of herself to share a loving kiss. They stayed like that until the water turned tepid and they reluctantly got out. Sofia dried her cousin with a soft fluffy towel, worshipping her body as she went down. She traced her way back up with her mouth, her tongue, her hands, kissing, laving, caressing. She avoided her pussy, but took a deep breath to fill her mind with the exquisite scent that was Claudia's. By the time she stood up, holding her tightly, claiming her lips, twirling their tongues together, Claudia was shivering with want, again lost in a fantasy where a goddess had come down from the heavens to take possession of her. She gave herself, body and soul, without reservation. When the divine being laid her down on her soft couch, she opened herself totally to her pleasure. Each caress, each kiss, whether on her lips or on her body, a new, indescribable experience in ecstasy. When The Mouth kissed her nether lips, she melted against it, offering her essence in an apotheosis of love. ***** Claudia woke refreshed, cleansed, a new woman, or rather an older one, the woman she would have been if life's tribulations hadn't marked her. She desperately wanted to stay under the warm covers against the soft body holding her, but her own body's demands proved inescapable. She delicately untangled their limbs and slipped out of their comfortable nest. Sitting on the toilet, remembering what could only have been a dream, she smiled when Sofia joined her. "Hello, my love. Did you sleep well?" For some reason, Claudia took the endearment in stride. It felt so natural, so... right. "Like a baby. I don't believe that I was your first. It's patently impossible for you to have done this to me without a lot of practise." "Maybe I was your first too." Sofia purred as she straddled her legs. "Spread your legs a little. I want to try something I read." To Claudia's surprise, the woman emptied her bladder on her pussy. To her further surprise, the body-temperature liquid flowing on her clit brought forth sensations she would never have expected. By the time it stopped she was moaning continuously, her head on Sofia's shoulder, on the edge of orgasm. "You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" She whined desperately. "Of course not, love." Sofia told her as she brought her hand between them and stroked her to completion. She held the weeping woman in her arms, caressing her hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. "Does this mean you liked it?" She asked impishly when her beloved had settled. "What kind of books have you been reading? My education is sorely lacking." "The internet is a wonderful place to fuel your fantasies. Someday, I'll let you read this story I published on an adult site about this fantasy woman I dreamed of seducing one day." "Didn't you just turn eighteen?" "And your point is?" They laughed as they jumped in the shower where they soaped each other which led to all kinds of interesting things. Once again, Sofia intercepted Claudia's hand and redirected it. As they shared a cup of coffee, Claudia's curiosity got the better of her. "Why won't you let me touch your pussy?" "I told you. I've been saving myself for you. I want you to take my cherry while we're making love in bed, in your bed, in... Our bed." Claudia went around the table to embrace Sofia, pressing her head against her chest. "After what we've shared, I can't deny that I'm strongly attracted to you, but you're so young. You're half my age, like I was when a neighbor taught me that it was okay to love a woman." "That's all right. I respect that. I can wait. I won't always be half your age." Again, Claudia was moved deeply by the display of maturity by her young cousin. There was something about her... She rested her face on her head as she tried to make sense of her feelings. "You're my cousin." She pleaded softly, in a desperate attempt to justify her reluctance to admit to her feelings. "Ever heard of kissing cousins?" Was Sofia's cheeky answer as she burrowed her face in Claudia's cleavage. Pressing her point, she brought her hand between Claudia's legs, where she found what her nose had told her would be there. Claudia was creaming profusely, her body arguing for what her heart already knew. Only society's prejudices kept her mind from accepting the inevitable. They were pushed to the breaking point by the sensations rising within her. Taking Sofia's face in her hands, she looked in her eyes, searching for... Then it hit her. She had already accepted it multiple times without thinking. As her own eyes glazed with the mounting pleasure, she let her heart speak for her. "Sofia, I... I've felt as if I was... ungh... waiting for you. From the moment I opened my... yes, yes... my door to you, I... YES! I want you. I need you. I LOVE YOU, SOFIA! TAKE ME! I'M YOURS!" The young woman caught her as she was overcome by a crashing climax of sensations and emotions. She held Claudia tenderly as she shook from the orgasm and the realisation that the woman she had been looking for all her adult life was in her arms. To this moment, Claudia didn't know what had possessed her to leave her door open for the obnoxious brat squatting at her doorstep. All her previous life experience should have dictated that she forget about her and go on with her life. But she didn't. At first, she thought she had bought in to her sob story and suffered from a sudden attack of compassion. Only it didn't explain the easy familiarity she had felt with her cousin... with Sofia. The instinctive rapport they had which should only have been the result on a lengthy relationship. The organic intimacy which prompted her to expose her breasts to this stranger barely hours after meeting her. The emotional connection which led her to accept having the woman nap with her head on her lap that first evening. She had rationalized that she felt as if Sonia was her little sister. She had hung on to that despite a growing unease. It was only when she thought she had left that the truth had begun to emerge. The deeply emotional turn their intimate connection had taken was the final element she needed to accept the truth. She was in love with this woman she had known for only a week. Claudia looked, really looked at the woman between whose legs she was kneeling, from her delicate features, with her expressive light blue eyes, her dainty nose, her small mouth always smiling. She shivered at the memory of the expertise of her soft lips. She traced the unblemished skin down the long neck, past the collarbone to the chest heaving under her scrutiny, the perfect firm breasts with their pinkish small nipples already hard as little rocks. She longed to give herself over to the ministration of the strong fingers resting on the tight belly, one below her bosom, the other near her inviting mound. The pouting lips flaring as if calling to her mouth to kiss, thighs she couldn't wait to have wrapped around her. With a tremulous smile, she leaned on her arms, letting her thick auburn mane tent over the waiting face, lips parted in anticipation. Their mouths met and the outside world ceased to exist. Her senses tunneled to the expressive lips, the dancing tongue. She inhaled life as she exhaled her own. Her breath in tune with the lungs pushing against her breasts. In and out. Giving and taking. Blue eyes boring in hazel. She explored the arched neck, traced the contour of the cute ear, bit the lobe as she caressed the breasts she had admired at first sight, rolling their pebbles between her fingers, testing her lover's tolerance with pressure, the smile accompanying the gasp mute testimony to acceptance. She kneaded the firm flesh, creating an enticing cleavage and releasing to let Nature reveal its beauty. As her mouth replaced her hands to taste the succulent mounds, they leisurely explored their way to their ultimate destination, only to bypass it. She massaged the splayed thighs, marveling at the tension and release of their muscles. She signaled her intentions by lifting them on her shoulders, bringing the coveted pussy within reach of her mouth still loving her woman's peaks, keeping it there, raised, ready, by cupping hard cheeks, spreading them, pushing them together. A sharp slap... another... yet another, the squeals of delight reminding both of a previous enjoyable moment and pleading for future ones. Her lover put her arms under her own knees when she finally moved her mouth to kiss a different set of lips, to stretch them, to nibble on them. Spreading the cheeks apart, she slowly ran her wet and hungry tongue from one erogenous zone to the next and back again after swallowing the cream she had collected with relish. Before resuming her trek, she pulled back enough so they both watched her saliva fall to lubricate the pulsing opening. She held the woman's eyes as a finger circled it, touched it, retreated and returned, continuing this dance, entering it a little more each time until she saw the desire rise in the baby blues. Slowly, ever slowly, she penetrated the woman. When her knuckles touched her, she stopped completely, enjoying the silent surprise and pleading. Wiggling the digit within, she used it and a second knuckle to test the resistance. Satisfied, she pulled almost all the way out and entered her again, but with a second finger, twisting them around as she initiated the age old action of love. The twinkle in her eye, the widening smile, the woman's only reactions aside from the rhythmically contracting muscles. As with the spanking, she was waiting to see where things would lead. The amount of saliva warned her. She widened her eyes when she saw what was in store for her, accepting her fate, nay, eagerly awaiting it. She welcomed the third finger with a long-drawn out moan, relaxing her muscles as much as she could, only to tighten them again when they filled her. She couldn't help pushing against them, flexing around them. When her ravisher felt her teeter, she lowered her head, never breaking eye contact. After a light flick, announcing her next action, she surprised her lover by sealing her lips around the straining clit and applying a vigorous suction as she lapped hungrily. The effect was immediate. It took all her strength to avoid being thrown off. Mouth and fingers brought her lover over and kept her at a peak until she begged for surcease. With an immense sense of satisfaction, she gradually brought her down with the occasional post-orgasmic twinge. After a last flick of her tongue, an ultimate kiss of her now very sensitive button, she slowly pulled out, wiggling her fingers gently as she did; a reminder and a promise. After supporting her pelvis as her body unfolded, she joined her mate and kissed her lovingly as physical and emotional exhaustion carried her to the land of dreams. Sofia ran her hand over the soft body, pinching the warm flesh here and there. Turning her head slightly, she nipped at the breast under her cheek. Only then did she dare open one eye. When all was as it should be, she opened the second and grinned at Claudia. "You know you're supposed to pinch yourself, right?" "You do it your way, I do it mine. What the fuck just happened?" "'Just' is a relative term. You slept through pizza delivery, a delicious pie and a shower. I kept one slice for you and there must surely be a drop or two of warm water left in the pipes." "The next time the family gets together, I should get you in a game of strip poker. You have a tell as big as an eighteen wheeler _with_ its trailer." "You're too late for that. My brothers taught me that lesson before you were even born. I never play poker anymore. If you want to try your hand at bridge though... Mama taught me, and she's a wicked player." "You didn't answer my question. I've been fucking my own ass for years. I've even had a girl in high school use a strap-on on me, but I never came so hard. It's no wonder I was in a coma." "The same thing happened to me earlier. Do you think it means something?" Blue eyes looked deep into hazel before lips met tenderly. "I love you, Claudia. I get the feeling that we had this connection long before I even heard of you. When Matteo talked about his little sister, I was sure. I don't know if it means anything, but here we are." "I don't know how it's possible, but I too have this feeling that I've known you for a very long time. You do things to me, you say things, you _know_ things... Even my longest relationship was never that intimate. There was always a... distance is the right word, I suppose. As much as I loved them, I could never open myself completely. Yet, on your first night here, it was like we had been together for ages. I love you, Sofia. You are the missing part of my heart." "Aw, you're such a romantic." Behind the flippant come-back, Sofia was touched. She embraced the woman of her dreams to hide her tears of happiness. "So, what about that pizza?" "Aren't you thinking with the wrong organ? You're still technically a virgin." "Simple self-preservation, love. The way your stomach is growling, I was afraid you'd 'eat' me, literally." "Fat chance of that, but I agree with you though. Pizza? Chinese? Thai? Greek?" "I've had Italian all day. I feel like Thai." "Thai it is then." ***** Sonia lay in her favorite place, filled to the gills, drowsy yet anxious. The moment she had waited for so long was at hand, yet she hesitated. All through the meal, Claudia had felt a current of uneasiness, so she went along with the suggestion that they lay down for a while. She could feel her lover tremble under her hand. "What is it, love? Please tell me what's wrong." "Nothing's wrong. I'm fine. I'm only a little tired." "Want to play a couple of hands of poker? Look at me. Please." Reluctantly, Sofia turned on her back. When Claudia's hand caressed her cheek, she kissed her palm. The older woman pulled her against her chest. "Tell me what's bothering you. It can't be that bad." "You're going to laugh at me for being such a kid." "Well, you are a kid..." Claudia jumped and laughed when she felt her nipple pinched, hard. "That's what I meant. How can I help if I don't know what's wrong." With a long-suffering sigh, Sofia took her hand and brought it to her pussy. "Be gentle." She curled two of Claudia's fingers inside herself and waited for her reaction. It wasn't what she expected. Tears rolled down Claudia's cheeks as she embraced her lover. "You did this for me? I don't know what to say. And you call me a romantic. That's the most... the most... romantic thing I could have imagined." "I told you I saved myself for you. What did you think I meant?" "I didn't think about it, not really. I thought... It could have been a... a figure of speech, sort of." "Now you're laughing at me." Sofia pouted. "Never, love. Never. I'm speechless, that's all. Nobody ever offered me such a fine gift," "So, you'll still have me?" "It will be my honor to take your virginity, my love." ***** They had kissed, caressed, fondled, licked each other to a first mutual orgasm. At the crucial moment, Claudia found that she was the one who held back for fear of hurting Sonia. She remembered only too well the awkwardness of doing it to herself and the momentary pain. "You can do it, baby. It won't hurt so bad if it's you doing it." "But..." "Come here, sweetheart." Sofia took Claudia's face in her hands and looked her in the eye. "First, kiss me while you flick my clit, then look at me. When you see I'm about to come, you rip the fucking thing to shreds once and for all and you never stop until you give me the most awesome orgasm I've ever had. It's easy. You'll see. I want you, baby. I want you to make me a woman. Take me. You gave yourself to me earlier. Now it's my turn." With a smile at her lover, Claudia proceeded to do as instructed. She only hesitated a second at the right moment, but she thrust her stiffened fingers hard to minimize the pain. Sonia never missed a beat and kept bucking frantically until she collapsed on the bed with a wide smile. She was a woman at last. ## Prologue Sofia poked her head through the door between their adjoining offices. When she saw that the coast was clear, she ran to Claudia and straddled her legs, pressing her naked breasts against her face. "I thought you might want a little something to tide you over until tomorrow." "What about tonight?" "Don't you ever check your appointment calendar? Matteo is waiting in his office to take you to his place to pick up his kids. You and the boys are taking them all to a hockey game while Mama, the other wives and I are going to the hotel. We rented a suite for a girl's sleepover. Tomorrow, we're having an all-day spa treatment where we'll be pampered, massaged, coiffed, our make- up done professionally, we'll get a mani-pedi too, so we make our mates proud at the restaurant for Mama's birthday." "Why don't I get to do all that? I'm a girl too." "For tonight, you're one of the boys. You can wear your strap-on tomorrow and take me in the bathroom, like a real man." "It's so not fair... In the bathroom at the restaurant? Hum... it has some potential." "You're the lucky one. The others will have to sneak in the men's bathroom for their bit of nookie." "And you got Maria to go along with this?" "Are you kidding? It's all her idea. Now, what do you intend to do with this naked body in your arms? We don't have all night, you know?" "I knew marrying you on graduation day was the best Idea I ever had. What about little Vittoria?" "Maria picked her up at daycare. She's waiting for her Mama to take her to the hockey game with all her cousins." "You're the best wife and mother ever, my love." "Yeah, yeah. I'm still freezing my naked butt here. Ooooh! That's the way to warm a girl's heart." |
He hadn't crossed the Gravel River this many times in over 10 years, he thought as he drove home from work. When he and his wife moved to their new home from the other side of town, his commute increased to twenty minutes instead of ten but he didn't mind. Both he and his wife had very well-paying jobs that afforded them their new dream home and other luxuries so the extra travel time was well worth it. The roads were mostly clear in the morning as he went to work before 6am and not much worse on the drive home at 2:30pm. Ten more minutes either way wasn't all that bad. Besides, he thought, it gave him more time to think about his favorite subject: sex. Specifically, sex with his beautiful redhead wife of five years, Sarah. He and Sarah had met 8-1/2 years ago on a dating website and instantly hit it off. The connection was positively electric when they first met in person at a local pizza joint. They both realized they had found kindred spirits in one another and proved such by putting on a public display of affection in the restaurant parking lot that would have made Charlie Sheen blush a bit. A solid thirty minute make out session propped up on the side of his SUV effectively put the exclamation point on their mutual admiration. Their commitment to one another was consummated the next night at his place with a marathon sex session that neither one had expected but one which they both desperately needed. Coincidentally, both he and Sarah had come off devastating divorces in the last few years. All that was pushed to the back burners when they made love the first time. Six weeks later, they moved in together and 18 months after that, they were married in a simple courthouse ceremony with a few family members and friends in attendance. After 5 years of marriage, James still found his wife irresistible and looked forward to their evenings together after work that led to hot sexcapades at least 3 times a week. Neither James nor Sarah would qualify as supermodel material but they weren't Cro-Magnon either. At 47, James carried a couple extra pounds on his 6ft. frame but he carried it well. Sarah was a year older than James and was the definition of "curvy." At 5'3" her 160lbs were mostly in her hips and her 40DD breasts. When she put on her favorite low-cut red dress and heels, very few men stopped at just one look. The couple fit together like a glove physically and emotionally. Rarely had there been a harsh word between them in the almost 9 years they had been together and when there was it didn't last into the night as the love they shared conquered any issue thrown at them. James loved sex. He loved sex with Sarah. There were few boundaries between them and their inhibitions, for the most part, flowed freely. They engaged in oral 100% of the time. Sarah gave amazing blowjobs where her tongue started at the tip of James' cock and moved down to his balls and, quite often, to his ass for a spectacular rimjob that made his eyes roll back in his head. He would repay his giving bride by tongue-lashing her clit and fingering her wet pussy until her back arched and she let go with an earth-shattering squirting orgasm that would put Old Faithful to shame. After he got her off at least once, most times twice, he would give her what she craved and sink his throbbing member into her drenched hole and, as the barbarians would put it, fuck her brains out until he pumped his seed deep in her waiting tunnel. This is how their love-making went, most of the time. Other times, they would explore their minds and desires. Sarah liked to shop at the local strip club/adult toy store and would come home with many tasty gadgets suitable for both him and her. They both had a soft spot for all things ropes and handcuffs ("49 ½ shades" as Sarah would say) and James would oblige her by securing her in the straps then using her favorite toy, the Magic Wand, on her aching clit until she had 4 or 5 hard orgasms that would soak the sheets before he had his way with her. A few times, Sarah would take charge and switch the script. She also liked to shop for him and had a drawer full of items designed to drive James wild, not the least of which was her most preferred, an 8-inch strap-on that she used to peg James. The nights that Sarah used it on James were his favorites. He had a deep desire to be controlled by a dominant woman and made to do her bidding. Now, on this drive home while crossing the Gravel River for the umpteenth time, he thought of his most recent fantasy: Jackie. Jackie was a friend of Sarah's who had made her intentions well-known to them both. Jackie wanted to join in on James and Sarah's fun in the bedroom and told them both as much. Not surprisingly, James was on board from the start. He had been a part of a threesome a couple times with his ex-girlfriend back in his college days and thought that this would fit right in with exploring his and his wife's fantasies. Sarah, however, was not as enthusiastic about the scenario as James. Although she had had some girl-on-girl fantasies and even partook of some lesbian porn every now and again, she wasn't sure about opening her bedroom to another participant. James tried to reassure her that his love for her would never change no matter what but Sarah was still reluctant. James began to brainstorm on how he could make the ménage a trois happen. How could he convince Sarah to let Jackie have her way with both of them? Drawing a blank, he resigned himself to doing the only thing left he could think of doing. He would ask Sarah flat out what it would take to make it happen. He had no idea how she would respond so he wasted no time in thinking up possible scenarios of their impending conversation. He pressed his right foot a little harder on the accelerator and sped home to begin the confrontation that, unbeknownst to him, would take him down a path to a situation he had only thought possible in his wildest imaginations. Sarah worked from home 2 or 3 days a week, so James wasn't surprised to see her car in the garage when he arrived at home. She was in the kitchen getting a glass of water when he came through the door. He kissed her tenderly and followed her into the living room where the conversation started: "Yknow, I chatted with Jackie on Messenger again today," James started. "That doesn't bother you, right?" "Of course not." Sarah replied. "I know what she wants and what you two talk about." James then laid his cards on the table. "Sarah, what do I need to do to change your mind about this? You know nothing and no one can come between us, right? You're the love of my life and that will never change. But I want to experience this with you and Jackie seems to be more than willing to be our #3. What do you want me to do?" Sarah looked at James with an icy stare for a long moment and then answered his question. "Come with me, dear," she commanded. "I have something to show you." Sarah led James to the den and the desk where his laptop was perched. She fired up the computer then deftly navigated her way through the browser history and found what she looking for. Sarah spun the desk chair around to face James then asked him, "Would you mind telling me just what exactly 'CFNM' means?" James was taken aback by this question. Sarah was pretty good with computers but how did she recall this page from his deleted browsing history? "Sarah, where did you find this?" he asked. Sarah shot him another glare that would freeze gasoline then forcefully replied. "I'll ask the questions here, mister. What does 'CFNM' mean?" Sarah could see the wind go out of James' sails as he conceded defeat. He hung his head, stared at the floor and answered his wife. "It means 'Clothed Female Nude Male.' It's just a little harmless porn, honey. You look at porn sometimes too!" "Quiet!" Sarah shouted at James. "Is this what you're into now?! Is this what you want me to do to you?! Strip you naked and make you perform for me then tie you up and fuck your ass?! Yeah, James. I watched your 'little harmless porn.' So, I decided that if we're going to fulfill one fantasy then why not kill two birds with one stone?" James looked up from the floor to Sarah's beautiful face and asked, "What do you mean?" "What I mean is we'll have your little threeway with Jackie, but not how you imagined it. And you're going to do some things for me before that happens. I watched more than one of your videos and now I have a few ideas that I want to try. If you let me try these things, then we'll have Jackie over. Do you agree to do whatever I say, James?" James tried to protest, "But, honey..." She shut him down immediately. "You either agree or nothing happens with Jackie. Make your choice now." James thought for a quick second and then agreed. What's the worst that she could do to me, he thought? "OK, Sarah. I'll do what you say." "Excellent," she replied. "The first thing you'll do is refer to me as either MISTRESS Sarah or ma'am. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, Mistress Sarah." James sheepishly stated. "Very good. You catch on quick, my pet. We'll begin tomorrow after I get home from work. But for now, you will go take a shower and go to the spare room. I can see you already like how this is going." Sarah pointed to the tent pitched in James' khakis. "You will not sleep with me tonight and you will not touch your cock. Is that understood?" "Yes, ma'am." James quietly replied. Sarah turned him around so he faced the door to the den and gave him an easy shove toward it. As he walked through the door on his way to the shower, Sarah said one more thing to him: "Tomorrow is Friday. I suggest you get some sleep tonight. You won't get much over the weekend." With that, Sarah closed the door to the den and beamed a devilish grin. The fun was just about to start. Time to call the actors to the stage, she thought as she lightly traced her long nail on her index finger over the material on the front of her shorts and made her clit tingle in anticipation of the next few days' activities. I have willing submitted to dominant couple as a sissy panty cum whore. I agreed to service both in any situation of their choosing and endure private and public humiliation at their hands. We meet for the first time after many phone contacts in a parking lot of a large mall complex in suburbia in her van. He is a short fat dweeb and she is a crass bottle blonde, both past their prime and neither seeming to have cared for a long time. They are repugnant. Yet my submissive fetish needs overcome any repulsion I feel and actually their repulsiveness makes them more appealing. I am required to show them that I obeyed their directive to wear panties to the meeting. I wore one of my favourite pairs of filmy red nylon, tulle edging, ruched in the back to hug my cheeks and a lacy front panel with my dickette pulled firmly between my legs to show off my sissy cleft and mound. Neither are as impressed I was hoping. He complains that I my clit is not hard and doubts that I am excited enough with our meeting. She complains that I haven't shaved enough of my pubic mound for her liking. They berate me over these trivialities and my commitment until I get frustrated and peeved enough to show defiance. Their smiles make my skin crawl, my stomach churns with trepidation, my brain screams it's time to go but my knees have gone weak and I slip to the floor between their seats my pants about knees and my sissy clit expanding as I recant my sissy mantra -- "I am a sub sissy slut. I am a wanton cum whore. I am a prissy pain bitch. I am Your Sissibitch." She claps excitedly squealing, "Take off your shirt Bitch and put this on!", handing me a frilly pink negligee. While I scramble to comply she turns in her seat spreading her legs exposing her cleanly shaved bare cunt that I stare at transfixed as I slip the shimmering negligee over my head. I knelt there trembling until his hand grasps my hair pushing me towards her waiting pussy. As I get closer my lips purse to kiss it while I notice that it is wet and sticky with what can only be cum. "Lick me," I hear her gasp breathlessly from above me and I do. While I perform cunnilingus on her sloppy wet cunt he fondles my sissy clit first gently then rougher then gently once more. They both encourage my efforts verbally as her hands pull my head deeply between her thighs as some other mans cum oozes wetly from her hole to fill my mouth and coat my face with slick goo. Griping my head fiercely she grinds her hips into my face smothering me. She cums. Noisily. Struggling for breath I whimper into her crotch as he continues to massage my sissy clit mercilessly. My world explodes as my clit erupts into the crotch of my straining panties. She thrusts me away screaming, "Did you just cum?" in my face. Gasping for breath, disorientated I find it impossible to respond. Her slap startles me from my stupor as she hisses, "Who told you could cum bitch?" while griping my face with her nails forcing my face up close to hers. I can feel the spray of spit as she screams "You cum when I say you can cum you worthless twat!" I flinch when He growls slipping his fingers under the lacy edge of my cum soaked panties giving my sissy clit a painful squeeze until I squeal from the intensity of the pain. Enjoying my writhing futile attempts to pull away he entwines his free hand in my hair holding me still before releasing my now deflated dickette only to hold his cum covered hand before my face. I don't need to be told and dutifully begin licking it clean of my cum trying to wipe the displeasure off his face. He scowls when he has had enough allowing her to guide my face and lips to the splatters of my cum that have dribbled from by panties to pool onto their van floor. Again I show willing enthusiasm attempting to please knowing ultimately it is futile. The sound of his zipper stops me half lick. As he shifts his position on his seat to straddle my body between his legs I slowly complete the licking my cum from the floor and turn to stare fixedly at his erection poking through the gap in his trousers. I lick my lips and move to engulf the large purple head of his knob with my mouth. He moans with appreciation as my tongue rolls over the sensitive tip of his erection wetly. The need to please this dominant male, this dweeb I would normally hold in contempt, consumes me with wanton passion and any common sense I may still retain. Performing fellatio on this twerp in a van in a car park in broad daylight was making me more sexually excited than I ever remembered in my life. As I slowly purposefully continued to attend to this mans erection my own dickette became painfully erect with excitement. I moaned over his cock as she reached between the cheeks of my butt to slip a lubed finger into my sissy clit. As she pumped away enthusiastically I swooned over the cock in my mouth. Her other hand reached into my panties and gripped my cumy cockette pulling it gently as it strained against the luxurious nylon of my panties. I felt his cock surge with imminent orgasm. His cock pulsed between my lips and daylight flickered as his cum shot hotly over my tongue. I quickly swallowed to make room for his next spurt of hot sticky cum gurgling ecstatically as she massaged my dickette while plunging her finger deeply into my sissy hole. He filled my mouth again as I filled my panties with an orgasm that exploded from me. I was spent collapsing between his thighs my mouth sucking rhythmically on his deflating member, I whimpered meekly as his fingers gripped my hair to pull my face from his crotch as I sank back onto her fingers still invading my sissy cunt. A thin rope of his sticky goo hung from my lips to his maleness as he held me over his cock. Pursing my lips I sucked into my mouth and held it there on tongue. His hand pulled my face up to stare vacantly into his sinister smirk. His cum coated my lips wetly as I spread them to show him his cum on my tongue. His eyes had a glint in them that told me that he knew that I was his completely, utterly, that he could use me however he wished and I would come crawling back for more. Held transfixed by his power over me as I filled my panties with more cum. He smiled knowingly. Her fingers were in my mouth and I sucked on them mechanically. His face went hard a cruel glint in his eye told me that there was more to this morning yet. My body trembled as he slowly, purposefully removed the belt from his trousers. A spinning motion with his finger conveyed that I should turn around in the cramped space between their seats and assume the position -- head down, buttocks up, presented. As I scrambled to obey I noticed that she had produced a small leather paddle that had "pain" written on it. My whimper and hesitation drew a wicked smile to her lips with an evil glint in her eye. As soon as my buttocks was produced hands grasped the edges of my panties to pull them roughly between into the crack of ass to expose my cheeks, first to fondling and comments that made me shiver in anticipation, a vicious pinch to my inner thigh that made me yelp in pain, before a stinging lash of his belt. They followed no pattern. The belt, the paddle, softer, harder, steadily turning my exposed cheeks crimson. I reveled in it having my creamy pantied crotch in full view as they lashed my ass mercilessly. The blows then become more purposeful. The belt striking so as to wrap around my thigh stinging. The paddle falling between my cheeks closer and closer to my cum wet crotch, then my sissy clit. I squealed in pain. Still they struck me until I was sobbing uncontrollably. His hand grasping my hair hauled me back up and roughly around to face them. I simpered and squirmed with my butt glowing hotly behind me. They studied my tear streaked face calmly enjoying the pain they had inflicted. "Hands out," he commanded quietly and though I whimpered please no as I complied. Kneeling between their seats I held my trembling hands before them palm up. They waited savouring the moment. I cringed when he pretended to strike me with his belt to their immense pleasure. As I stared wild eyed uncomprehending their laughter she struck. I bit my lip and whimpered. He struck. The pain and humiliation were everything I remembered from my youth. As they took turns strapping my hands my sissy clit become embarrassingly engorged. She was the first to notice my clit straining against the filmy wet material between my thighs shrieking with laughter and abuse at my uncontrollable wanton desire. "Masturbate yourself," she hissed and I quickly complied, rubbing my pain hot hands between my legs while they smirked and abused me more. I didn't care, I needed to cum and when I did it was a mind blowing, strength draining experience. I collapsed before them my body convulsing as the orgasm surging through my body. The van starting startled me. The crashing open of the side door flooding the interior with light exposing my near nakedness to the outside world had me scrambling pathetically to cover up. Her hand in my hair hauled me brutally from the haven of the van floor into daylight as I hurried to pull up my pants and cover my cumy wet panties and glowing red bottom. While I struggle with my pants they hurriedly pulled away leaving me there standing there dazed still wearing the pink negligee. Looking about nervously I rushed for my car fumbling for my keys to unlock it. Everything about the last hour seemed surreal and it wasn't for the burning reminder of my bottom and the sticky wetness in the crotch of my panties I could have convinced myself it had been a dream. A tow truck pulled up behind my car blocking me in as I slipped into the front seat and closed the door. The trucks emergency lights went on startling me to look in the mirror and wonder why the driver was getting out when his truck was blocking me in. I fumbled to put the keys in the ignition wondering if I dared get out to get him to move when the opening of my passenger door caused me to shriek with fright. I was stuttering trying to tell him that I hadn't called for a tow truck nor needed one when the fat driver snarled "Shut up," at me. I squeaked with indignation immediately telling the lout to get out of my car when he slapped me growling "Shut up!" I was stunned. I stared at him gape mouthed my cheek stinging attempting to voice my anger when he slapped me again. His blood shot angry eyes held me, dared me to say something more while I despaired silently. I flinched as his hand flashed out again ducking away from the blow shrieking again as instead of striking me he grabbed my hair entwining his fingers in it. My hand went for the door handle but his hand full of hair pulled me violently towards him and held me trembling with fright. I was frozen with fear at what this brutish man could be up to. He held me letting me wonder, his hand stating his control and a thin smile letting me know he was enjoying it. Quietly so I had to strain to hear he started to speak, "I saw what you did in that van," as the implications of what he was telling me sank in my entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. I cast my eyes about frantically not knowing what I was looking for, my mind wishing I was anywhere else. I couldn't deal with this, I went numb, limp beneath his grip. His nodding head and throaty chuckle made me whimper but I had no will power to resist him as he pulled my face towards the bulge in his filthy jeans. Simpering I trembled as he held there waiting for me to finally succumb and hesitantly start to pop the straining buttons hiding his manhood. The smell of him was powerful. A sickening mixture of sweat and urine. I swallowed hard to fight the urge to gag as I exposed his member straining against the stained material on his underwear. The thumb on his free hand hooked beneath the waist band of his filthy underwear to haul them away from his engorged member. I feebly tried to pull away squealing with revulsion as the large purple head on his thickly veined oily member brushed my lips. Pre- cum glistened on the tip as he pulled my face onto his cock. Barely having time to open my mouth I struggled to accommodate his size. The smell of his exposed groin was overwhelming. My senses reeled as I tried to cope as he used his grip on my hair to harshly bob my head up and down on his cock. There was nothing I could do save trying to cope with his size and smell. He used my mouth mercilessly forcing my face down into his fat sweaty belly and pubes making me choke on his erection. I gagged struggling to not be sick when his cock pulsed filling my mouth with his cum. I couldn't accommodate the volume nor swallow fast enough gagging again. His cum filled my mouth and throat forcing me to pull against the vicious hold of his hand in my hair as I snorted cum out my nose. He pulled me away while I choked on his cum breathless and stunned. I tasted the foulness of it, breathed it. It dripped from my nose. From my chin. He turned my head to face him, his evil smirk filling me with dread as I sniffed back another drip of his cum my body trembling again. His look turned to disgust as he released my hair then without a word got out of car and was gone. I broke down sobbing. I cried like a little girl. Clumsily I searched for tissues to wipe away the pigs gooey cum that stuck to my face and hung from my chin. I was frantic to get home and get clean. Filled with self loathing I shred the negligee as I tore it from my body. Stumbling from my car I retrieved my shirt from the carpark not caring that it was now filthy and wet. Driving away I noticed cum had already begun to soak through the crotch of my trousers. My butt and hands still tingled from the strappings I had endured and I could taste cum with every breath. I felt totally humiliated. Used. It felt as though every other driver was staring at me and somehow knew what I had just done. Pulling into my parking spot was a huge relief yet it took every ounce of my courage to slip from behind the wheel and sneak to my apartment without being confronted by any of my neighbours. It wasn't to be as my ancient landlady appeared out of no where to confront me about some meaningless complaint from the bitch who lived next door to me. I prayed that the dim light of the hallway would hide any tell signs of my recent misadventures. She seemed to take pleasure in my contrite attitude as I nodded to appease her so I could just get away. Finally after berating me verbally for a good ten minutes she stepped aside allowing me to slip by and slink off to my apartment. Just as I believed I had gotten away her nails dug into my arm bringing up short. Startled I gasped and then hung my head in shame as she shrieked, "What's this? Have you had an accident?" pointing accusingly at the soaked through crotch of my trousers. "My god," she hissed, "have you no shame?" However the obvious red of shame had flushed my face scarlet as tears whelmed up from no where beneath the contempt of her glare. "You're disgusting," she growled through clenched teeth pushing me away so I could scurry away. "I'll be watching you," she added shrilly to my retreating back. Oh god was all I could think as I hurried to get into the relative safety of my apartment. Once there I stripped off my soiled clothing and headed for the shower. No amount of scrubbing seemed to take the stink of humiliation away. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror for all my shame as I tried to brush away the taste of cum from my mouth. Pulling on my housecoat I zoned out in front of the tv as I contemplated the outcome of my mornings activities. So many conflicting feelings assailed me over what I had recently done. I felt shame at the memory of sucking my first cock yet as I did so my own cock, my sissy cockette stirred in arousal. How could I be aroused by such a humiliating act. The look of lust on the face of the fat stinking tow truck driver as he forced me to perform fellatio on him made me shiver with unknown emotions. My cockette continued to swell as I remembered the intimate details of the humiliation the couple had inflicted on me and that other people had seen them, with one taking advantage of my vulnerable situation to abuse me some more. Meekly I slipped from the sofa to shuffle off to my room and fetch a special pair of ruffled panties from my special drawer. As slipped them up my smooth legs the realisation of sissy longings were yet to be fully explored. |
This story is a fantasy. All people in the story are at least 21 years of age and any resemblance to someone in real life is coincidental. It's about female domination, black domination, and mind control. Please go to another story if this isn't to your liking. ***** David Maxwell had recently graduated from college and was in search of employment. He had applied to several firms online and finally had an in person interview at an urgent care center. David was 26 years of age at that time and was unattached and living alone in the town where he attended college. "Good morning," he said to the young lady at the welcome desk. "My name is David Maxwell and I have an 11:00 appointment to see Ms. Ann Cummings for an interview for employment." "Sure, Mr. Maxwell, please have a seat and I'll let her know you're here," the cute young Oriental lady said. David took a seat in the waiting area and opened up a magazine titled 'Leg Show'. His interest peaked because he had never seen such a publication before. It's theme was beautiful female legs in all kinds of poses and sexy attire. There were white women and black women and Oriental women in photos that depicted some of the most beautiful legs he had ever seen. David felt his dick getting aroused so he put the magazine down so he wouldn't be embarrassed when he met the interviewer. ******* "Mr. Maxwell, Ms. Cummings will see you now," the secretary said after about a half hour wait time that actually seemed much shorter because of his interest in that magazine. David arose from his chair and the secretary led him into her boss's office. "Thank you, Patti," Ann Cummings told her secretary, and Patti replied, "You're welcome, Ms. Cummings. Can I get either of you anything to drink?" "No thank you," both Ms. Cummings and David Maxwell said at the same time, causing a laugh from both of them. David was in awe of Ann Cummings' beautiful face. She looked like someone straight out of Ebony Magazine. And when she arose to greet him David saw her gorgeous body with legs as pretty as any of the women in the 'Leg Show' magazine he had just leafed through. Ann was wearing a short skirt which had a hem that was slightly above her knees. It wasn't the length of the skirt that he noticed but the fabulous, toned chocolate legs that Ms. Cummings sported. The skirt was powder blue and had a split along the right side that exposed a beautiful leg that he was almost sure was not covered by pantyhose. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen prettier legs before in his life! "Mr. Maxwell, good morning. I'm glad to meet you. I see you are looking for employment with our firm and that you have some background in healthcare. Please take a seat," she said as she pointed to a chair next to her desk. Wow, David thought, as he held out his hand to the fine looking black woman. She stood about 5'11", which was about two inches taller than him, and on high heels she looked to be about 6'2". She actually looked down at David, which was somewhat humbling for him, but those feelings quickly left him as he lustily admired the woman who was going to interview him. David could hardly keep his eyes off her lovely legs and after a few minutes Ms. Cummings said to him, "Do you like what you see?" She had a smile on her pretty face and David felt awkward that he was caught checking her out. He thought for sure any chance of landing a job there was gone, and he was surprised when she told him to change seats and to sit down across from her desk where her gorgeous ebony legs were no longer visible. David figured that he blew any chance he had to get a job, but he also knew he had some great images in his mind for jerking off sessions in the future. "As I was looking over your file I saw you have some very good credentials for us. I see that your history shows you were once a paramedic and a fireman. I don't see how anyone who worked in those fields couldn't have picked up some valuable experience in the medical field." "Yes, Ms. Cummings, I enjoyed working those two gigs and I know I have much experience in them. It was just that the money wasn't enough as I plan to start a family before too long," David said. "but at the time it was a good job and an interesting way to help with college bills." "I fully understand. May I pry a bit and ask how much was your salary?" she asked. "And please call me Ann." "Thank you, Ann. I made about $30,000 a year with almost no chance at advancement. In the paramedic side, it was a hectic job at times with people's lives at stake if my partner and I didn't do the right thing. And in today's world that would have meant lawsuit on top of lawsuit. Fire fighting was also rough because we never knew until we arrived at the site what type of trouble we would have. So I'm glad to be out of that type work and I'm looking to find a decent job with good pay so, as I said before, I can begin to settle down, get married, and have a family." "I can only imagine that being in that line of work could be dangerous and with little thankfulness. Thank you, by the way, for all the lives and homes you saved. Now to get back to what you are looking for in a job. It says on your resume that you are very good in math and language. I need someone to run my financial department. The man who was there retired and I need someone to take his place. Would you be interested, David?" she said to him. "Yes, ma'am, I mean Ann, I am very interested. Thank you. May I be so bold to ask you at what salary?" he replied. "Oh, sorry, I should have said something first. I will start you at $75,000 a year with possible pay increases as you go along. Would you like the job?" "Yes, I would! Thank you very much," David exclaimed. "When can you start, Mr. Maxwell?" "Please, call me Dave, and I can start as soon as you want me to," he said. "How about Monday morning at nine? I can then show you around, get you acquainted with your people, show you where you'll be sitting. I think you will like the job and the people working with you. Any questions for now?" the black goddess said. "I'm impressed for starters. 75 grand to start? How can I NOT be happy?" David said. "So you're telling me I have the job? But what about you catching me gawking at your legs?" "Oh, that's nothing alarming. I get men looking at me all the time. I actually feel flattered when I get so much attention," she replied. "But what's more exciting is when other women can't keep their eyes off me, especially my legs. Now that turns me on!" "Oh, and there's one other thing before you start, and it's something I do with all new employees. You must join me for lunch today and we can discuss some other aspects of the job. You good with that?" He thought to himself, how could he possibly NOT be okay with that invitation? It seemed like a great job with a terrific environment, a very good salary, and a super foxy lady as his boss. "Yes, Ann, I would love to have lunch with you." Wow, he thought to himself again, how I would love to get in bed with that ultra fine looking woman! I would lick and kiss her thighs and lick that fine pussy until I couldn't breathe anymore! "Great! It's lunch time anyway and I'm getting hungry. There's a nice restaurant down the road about two miles so why don't we go there? It'll be company treat since you're about to become a new employee. Let's go and I'll drive. By the way, David, how did you get here?" Ann asked him, setting the unsuspecting young man up for the capture. In Ann's mind she was the huntress and he became her prey. "I took a cab. My car isn't running so hot right now so I figured I don't want to be late for the interview," he replied. "Fine. And I can drop you off wherever you want after our lunch," she said. The two of them drove to the restaurant in Ann's car and David's dick got hard as he sneaked looks at her fabulous brown legs. While she was driving her skirt edged up quite a bit and her legs were very visible because of the slit in the skirt. As she drove and used her foot to push the gas and brake pedals, the muscles in those gorgeous legs were electric and supple. He just wanted to reach over and touch them, rub them, even kiss them but he knew he better not. Once in the restaurant they were seated in the rear of the dining room. The waitress brought them some ice water and asked if they'd like to see a menu, and Ann said yes. David excused himself to go to the men's room and while he was gone Ann pulled out a small white tablet from her purse and slipped it into his glass of water. When David returned he sat down across from her and while he was trying to decide what he wanted for lunch he drank some of the spiked water. Almost at once David started feeling tipsy and lightheaded even to the point that he could hardly sit up straight. A few minutes later the waitress returned and asked if she could take their orders. Ann told her no thanks, that they had changed their minds because David wasn't feeling too well. "Is there something I can do," the waitress asked. Of course Ann knew exactly what it was and told the waitress that she and David must leave. Ann replied, "No, thank you. I think we will just go," she said as she handed the girl a ten dollar tip for her help. Ann then helped David from his seat and led him out the door and to her car. He could walk but not too well as he was unsteady on his feet. Ann helped him into her car and strapped him in, then went and got in herself and drove off. But she didn't take him to his apartment but instead drove to her house. After helping him out of the car and into the house she sat him down on a chair in the living room. "What happened? I feel terrible. Did we have lunch?" he asked her. Even in that confused state he couldn't help but notice her great legs whenever she even slightly bent over to do something. It was obvious that he had been hypnotized first by the pill she put in his glass and then by the sight of her glistening legs. Her legs were so pretty they were hypnotic. "We're at my house now. You nearly passed out and we had to leave the restaurant. Are you hungry? I just ate a little bit while you were passed out. I can fix you something if you like," Ann said to him. "No, thanks. I think i'll just rest for a bit then go home. Would you drive me or call a cab?" he asked. "You're not going anywhere. You are going to stay right here with me," she said softly as she pulled the bottom of her skirt up a bit to show her legs to him. Then David heard himself say to her, "Yes, Ann. I will do whatever you say." And she smiled. "That's more like it, my little white boy. I have some big plans for you. You see, back in the restaurant when you went to the Men's Room I placed a tablet in your water. That tablet gives me the power to control you physically and mentally. In other words, David, I now own you. And there's nothing you can do to change it." She made sure she didn't reveal the secret of the power her soft, smooth legs had over him. "Why? Why would you do that? I thought I was going to work for you?" David asked. "You ARE going to work for me but not at the office. You are going to stay here and you won't even want to leave because you want to do whatever I say. You are now under my full control just like the other three men. You are now one of my slaves and there's nothing you can do to change it. That's why I asked you back in my office if you were married or attached in any way. And because of my hypnotic power over you, you don't even want to disobey me or leave this home." "Come with me. I want to introduce you to the other three," the beautiful, leggy, dominant African American woman said to him. She led David down a flight of stairs to a basement and a room that held four extra large animal cages. In three of the cages were the other men. "David," she said, "this is John Cummings, nee John Jamison. John has been here almost five years now. He is the heir to the big Jamison Cosmetics Company founded by his grandfather and which was worth 12 million dollars when I sold it. You see, John thought it better if I took over the firm so he signed it over to me, with a little persuasion, of course. Then I divorced him and enslaved him and the rest is history," "Next to John is Jacob Greenburg Cummings, who I call Jake. Jake has been here for about three years. Jake's claim to fame was his expertise in finances, which netted him a fortune of over 25 million bucks because of the stock market explosion about five years ago. I met Jake at a big fund raiser and, of course, he fell in love with me and couldn't resist the hypnotic power my legs have. It wasn't very hard to persuade him to marry me and sign his accounts over to me, his wife, Then I divorced him, too, and enslaved him and now he lives next to John. Both of them are bona fide legmen so it was easy to take over their lives, just like it is with you." "And last but not least is Elmer Wilson Cummings who's only been here less than one year. Elmer was a bit more difficult because I had to TURN him into a legman. But I did! Once that happened he was like putty in my scheming hands. Elmer's fortune of 30 BILLION bucks was a gift from his filthy rich parents and their sports equipment company. It took some doing but his family thinks he took his money and went off travelling the world. I gained control of his money when we got married and kept it when I divorced him." "They all have certain jobs to do in my house and you will be assigned your own jobs too. Do you have any questions?" Ann asked as she sat down in a chair and crossed her magnificent legs. She gently pulled up the hem of her dress to reveal the most beautiful chocolate thighs he had ever seen. "Why are you doing this to me, to us?" David asked her. Ann replied by saying she was doing it because she had the power to do so. It was all her idea to enslave the four men and she especially liked it because they were all white and needed to pay her back for the slavery her ancestors had to endure. David knew there was no use arguing with her because she could make him be silent just by saying so. But he at least really enjoyed the leg show she was displaying and wished that someday he might do as much as rub and kiss them. "You see, Dave, each of those three guys were once married to me. But to keep it legal I went to my lawyer friend, a black woman, and divorced them after just a few weeks of marriage. Those guys were all pretty well off financially and also had no attachments anywhere, so I was able to attach all their money and transfer it to my bank account. And any money coming to them in the future will also be mine. But isn't it nice of me to let them live here since they have nowhere else to go?" she teased. "I am a multi-billionaire with enough money to keep you four guys here as long as I wish. If you ever try to leave, which you won't thanks to these hypnotic legs I have, I would be able to find you and bring you back anyway. You will be getting a chip put in your body somewhere just like the other three and I will be able to find you very easily if you ever try leaving. No one would ever believe a story you might try to tell them so I will win and you will be punished. Isn't that nice?" "But what about ME? Why me? I don't have any money," he said. "Through Laura my attorney I was able to find out something that you most likely didn't even know. She did some digging and found out that an aunt of yours just passed away and left her entire estate to you. She was worth about 8 million bucks and it all would've been yours if you hadn't decided to marry me and hand it over. David, I can't thank you enough, but to show my gratification I made a living space just for you," "Just for me?" he asked. "What do you mean?" "Let me show you, my dear. You will live in a cage right next to your new friends John, Jacob, and Elmer. Isn't that nice of me?" she said as she hiked up her skirt again. David was immediately in a trance. It was impossible for him or the other three to oppose her or even argue with her when she bared those GORGEOUS brown shiny thighs. "Yes, Ann, it is VERY nice of you to be so kind," he replied as if she got into his mind and told him what to say. "By the way, my friend Laura is coming over this afternoon with a friend who will marry us. So for a little while at least you will be so honored to become Mr. David Cummings. I don't believe at all that a woman HAS to take the husband's last name, but I DO believe the husband MUST take his wife's last name, especially when the hubby is a white submissive!" David didn't have anything to say because Ann had him under her power. When there was a knock on the door she told him to hurry and answer it. "Yes, ma'am, as you say," he responded. Before he got to the door, however, she told him to stop and come kneel before her. And he did! He knelt before the sexy black woman and bowed his head in homage. "Look at me!" she said. He looked up at her as she told him, "From now on I want you to call me Mistress Ann. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress Ann." "Now go answer the door. It's probably my friends who are here to marry us. The sooner the better," she said. "Yes, Mistress Ann." David opened the door and in walked two beautiful African American women just as Ann said. "Hi, Laura!" Ann said to the first one and she walked over to Ann as she sat on the sofa and wrapped her arms around her neck and gave her a big long kiss on her lips. "Nice greeting, girlfriend!" Ann said to her. "I hope there's more sugar where that came from." "Honey, what do you have in mind?" Laura asked her. "Maybe after we get finished with the marriage you and I can go have some fun together." "What do YOU have in mind, Laura?" Ann asked. "It's your home," Laura said. "You KNOW what I want," said Ann. "I want you to kiss my legs and my panties, that's what I like." "You go, girl! I like that too and we both know you usually get what you want, so I am ready to taste that fine sex you have." "Well, let's first get this legal crap out of the way," said Ann. "Who's your friend?" Laura then introduced Rosalind to her. "This is Rosalind Charles and she will do all the paper work. As we did before Rosalind knows just what to do to get you married to this white slave and move all his money to your accounts. Plus Roz can actually perform the marriage since she's an ordained minister. The whole thing will probably take about a half hour." "Laura, my love, you are something else!" said Ann. ******* After the forced marriage was completed Ann told David there was one thing he had to do to consummate the marriage. "David, I want you to kneel before me and pull down my panties as I life up my dress." It was at that time that Roz said she had some unfinished business to tend to and had to leave. "Yes, Mistress Anne," he said as he got on his knees in front of his owner goddess and pulled down her pretty panties. He was totally taken aback as out popped a gorgeous uncut 8 inches of beautiful brown cock! David just stared at it and wasn't sure what to do until Ann told him. "I want you to slip this slippery rod into your mouth and suck me off," she said. "I want you to keep sucking until I cum in your mouth, then I want you to swallow every last drop of my gooey white nectar. That will complete our marriage vows!" "Yes, Mistress Ann," he said and at once he wrapped his lips around her hard but soft and smooth cock. He kept working in and out of his mouth and after a few minutes Ann began to moan softly and soon came buckets into his waiting mouth. As he was told, he swallowed all of it and thought to himself how tasty her cum was and how wonderful her cock felt in his mouth. When she was finished consummating their marriage she told him to follow her to the basement, where she told him to get into his cage for the rest of the day. As he began to get in she said to him, "Why are you still wearing your clothing? Can't you see that my other slaves are only wearing their underwear? You must do the same!" she sternly told him. "I'm sorry, Mistress Ann," he said as he immediately removed all his clothing except his under shorts. The he promptly slid into the cage on his hands and knees since the cage was way too small for him to stand up in. "Laura, why don't you and I go get into something more comfortable and relax? I think the bedroom would be a good place for it," said Ann. "That sounds very good, you sexy thing," said Laura. "But first I need to get something to drink. How about you?" said Ann. "Sure," Laura replied, "I could use something to drink." Together they went back upstairs after they made sure their four white slaves were secure in the basement. When they got into the kitchen Ann fixed a couple drinks and then they went to the living room, where they sat next to each other on the sofa. After Laura took a few sips of her beverage Ann slowly pulled up the hem of her dress. Laura immediately started feeling woozy and with the hypnotic drug in her drink and with the hypnotic look of Ann's pretty, glistening legs, Laura was tranced. "So," Ann said softly to her, "I see I got me another victim." Despite being in the trance Laura could hear and understand what Ann was saying to her. "Laura, I want you to ALSO suck my dick. I want to see which of you two gives the better blow job. So come here and get to it." Laura of course obeyed the lovely black woman and began sucking her cock. It took a little longer than with David but Ann was still hot and soon came in Laura's mouth. "Swallow it all down," Ann told her and Laura, being a good slave and friend, obeyed. "That's a hard decision to make," Ann said, "so I will just have to call it a draw. At least for this time anyway!" On Ann's order Laura moved in with her and became her steady girlfriend. Whenever Ann allowed it Laura would get her pussy licked by one of the slave men. Ann, of course, was the main attraction and really enjoyed having her big juicy 8 inch cock sucked by whoever she chose. It wasn't too long after that Ann quit her job and retired, living off the huge bank account she had accumulated from her slaves. |
_Although I encourage feedback, both positive and negative, Nasty or abusive anonymous comments will be deleted. If you like this story please register your vote at the end. Thanks._ ***** Amy thought it was the most wonderful opportunity she'd ever had. Her faculty advisor had chosen her to accompany him on his sabbatical. He was taking a year to study an obscure tribe in the Central African Republic. The opportunity had taken her a bit by surprise because she was certainly not her advisor's favourite, nor was she anywhere near the top of her class. But when he offered her the chance, the budding social anthropologist jumped on it. She was fully aware that it would cost her an extra year of study, but it would be the ideal opportunity to do extended research for her PhD. It might also set her up for a coveted faculty position at some point. None of her classmates would be able to post such a study on their resumes. The trip was to be quite arduous and the tribe's location both remote and rugged. This was not to be a luxury holiday retreat. They would be sleeping in small huts, living off the land as the natives lived. Amy had been told to travel light, but thought it was ridiculous that she had only been allowed one small backpack, which left her room for only one change of clothes. Doctor Doyle had told her not to worry. They would be able to obtain local clothing at the village. Of course, it was probably best to dress like the locals, allowing them to blend in while they conducted their study. Yes. Living with the tribe, eating what they ate, even dressing like they dressed. It was all so exciting. The trip was exhausting. After what seemed like an endless flight, they transferred to cars, then four wheel drive Jeeps. The last two days were completed on foot. Amy looked down at herself in disgust. Her clothes were filthy and torn, and she could hardly stand the smell of herself. Her only hope was that there would be somewhere to bathe and she could get some fresh local clothing when they got there. Soon they found a path that slowly widened to a well travelled trail. About two hours later, they broke through into a clearing surrounded by small stick huts. A little dirty stream ran beside the clearing. So much for a bath. As soon as they came into view, a flock of naked children ran screaming towards the huts, and several women emerged to see what the commotion was all about. If she had thought about it at all before now, she would not have been so surprised to see that the women were all naked except for small loincloths at their waists. Oh my. Doctor Doyle had talked about local clothing. She hoped this was not the full extent of what would be available to her. She wouldn't dress like that in private, let alone in public. When she turned to look at the Doctor, he just smiled and shrugged. There was soon a crowd of women and children gathered around them and their guide was trying to interpret the barrage of questions and comments. After the initial shock wore off, the women moved in closer to Amy and began touching her exposed skin and hair. Some of them had seen whites before, but most had not and were fascinated by her straight blonde hair and pale skin. Everyone seemed more interested in her than the men and it was a little disconcerting for her to be the center of so much attention. Suddenly there was a shout to their left and they turned to see the men returning from the hunt. They had been successful and there was a small deer hanging from a pole between two of the hunters. She had begun to get used to the semi-nudity of the women, but the entrance of the men shocked her again. Most of them had little of anything covering their bodies, and many had their genitals exposed. Although she tried not to look, she couldn't help noticing that several of the men were very well endowed. When the hunters saw the strangers, they all came over to investigate. Once again, there was little if any interest in the men, the attention was mostly focused on her. They reached out and touched her, stroking her hair and feeling her skin and clothes. Before she could stop them, her knapsack was snatched away and taken to the other side of the compound. She looked to Doctor Doyle for assistance but again, all he did was smile and shrug. Amy was becoming disturbed by the whole situation. The promised local clothing was clearly non-existent and she now found herself stripped of her possessions, the only white woman for at least 500 miles, surrounded by naked black villagers. This was definitely not what she had signed up for. Finally when the men and women had returned to butcher the kill, she was alone with the professor. "Sir. What is happening here?" She asked. "I thought you said there would be local clothes here. Why didn't you stop them taking my knapsack? I don't feel at all safe. We need to leave here immediately." "Don't be ridiculous Amy." He huffed. "We're not going anywhere for at least a year. I told you this would be the chance of a lifetime. You have the opportunity to live as one of the village women for an entire year, experiencing life as they do, reporting to me all that happens. The only way we will ever find out how these people live and think is to become one of them. You will join the tribe, I will make the observations." Now Amy was panicked. There was no way she was going to join the tribe. To dress and act and live exactly like these primitive people. She had just decided that she would leave right then and there, to hell with her PhD thesis, when a great roar erupted from the forest. "I wouldn't think of leaving right now." Sneered Doyle, as if reading her mind. "The scent of that butchered deer has attracted at least one hungry cat. Probably attack you the instant it gets dark. If it waits that long. Oh no Amy. I'd want to stay right here if I were you. That is, of course, unless you intend to become something's dinner." Amy had never been as afraid as she was at that very moment. The prospect of becoming a part of the tribe, was certainly preferable to being eaten alive by a lion, but it scared her almost as much. Amy realized that she was both hungry and tired. Nothing seemed to be happening tonight, and running off into the jungle would be very dangerous indeed. Better to wait until morning before making her escape. As these thoughts were rolling through her mind, her professor approached with the Chief. "Amy Dear." He began." There is to be a big welcoming feast tonight. Lots of food and drink. The Chief wants us to be his guests of honour. Surely you are not thinking of running out of here are you?" "Well. No sir, I had actually decided to stay until first light just to avoid nighttime predators." She replied meekly. "Outstanding." Crowed Doyle. "Smart choice. I'm sure we will have fun. Maybe even change your mind about staying. Are you thirsty?" He then produced a cup of cloudy liquid. With a few bubbles floating on top. Amy gave it a sniff and decided that it didn't smell to bad. Kind of like a beer, only sweeter. "Give it a taste Amy. I think it's pretty good for bush beer. Certainly better for us than any of the water around here. We'll probably have to drink water eventually, but we might as well put it off for tonight if we can." Doyle opined. She was very thirsty after their trek, and the beer certainly looked better than the water. Amy took a long sip and swallowed. Not bad, she thought, as she took another mouthful. A little sweet, but it's wet. When she finished her first cup, a young girl was there with a small jug to refill it. As she sipped her second cup. She felt herself relax. She told herself that it wasn't going to be so bad here. In the morning she could talk to Professor Doyle, and convince him that they could get what they wanted without her joining the tribe. As she wandered around investigating the little village, the girl was never far behind. Every time her cup got close to empty, the girl eagerly topped it up. Between the heat and her slight dehydration, it didn't take long for Amy to start feeling tipsy. By the time dusk had fallen, things were starting to blur. Luckily her Professor arrived and took her arm leading her to the head table at the center of the compound and guiding her to sit beside the Chief. Amy was a bit nervous to be sitting so close to an almost naked black man, particularly so far away from civilization, but as the beer continued to flow, she became more and more relaxed. Amy hadn't realized how famished she was until the food started to arrive. In her semi drunken state, the smell was irresistible. The alcohol in the beer had acted to enhance her hunger and reduce her inhibitions. Everything smelled so good, that she dug in to the meal with gusto. From time to time the Chief would look over at her and point to a particularly inviting morsel, encouraging the young student to eat more. And as the evening wore on. More beer was served and drank. More food was delivered to the table. Amy began to feel somewhat uncomfortable. At only 5'-3" with a fairly slight build, she was totally unaccustomed to eating such large quantities of meat or drinking nearly as much alcohol as she was doing tonight, and she could feel her stomach stretching well beyond it's normal capacity. Suddenly, she felt an unaccustomed bubbling in her gut and without warning a large belch escaped her mouth. Instantly her hands flew up to cover her face in shame, but immediately, the crowd of villagers began cheering and yelling. At first she thought it might be disgust or anger at her rudeness, but when she looked up at the Chief, he was smiling widely. Then she remembered that in some cultures a belch is considered to be a sign of a well served guest, a complement to the host. Another cup of beer was followed by an almost endless array of bite size delicacies. She had no idea what she was eating, and although most of it was delicious, she was truly becoming almost painfully engorged. Her shirt and pants had actually become significantly tighter around her torso, as the meal progressed, and she unbuckled her belt to try to relieve some of the pressure. As the celebration wound to a close, Amy couldn't have been happier that the food had been cleared away. The last few cups of beer she drank, somehow helped relieve the bloated feeling in her stomach and as the natives slowly moved away to their huts, Amy drifted off to sleep. She was unconscious and unaware when two older women picked her up and took her to one of the huts. With such a distended abdomen, it was a disturbed and fitful sleep. She was assailed by strange dreams. As the night dragged on, there had been a series of sharp pains in her abdomen, Finally, she had farted loudly which relieved the pressure and allowed her to drop into a deep more restorative sleep. Amy's head ached so badly that she could hardly open her eyes without crying. She couldn't remember going back to her hut. Didn't remember taking off her clothes. But as consciousness dawned, she realized that she was naked under the blanket. Try as she might, she could recall no detail, after the dinner. Oh God. Had Doyle dragged her back to the hut and stripped her? Had he done anything else? She was trying to work up the courage to make a cursory inspection when the door flap flew back, and the Chief entered with three older women. He was speaking to them as they approached and they were smiling back at him and her. So hung over, and still feeling uncomfortably bloated from the enormous quantity of food she had consumed last night, she was in no condition to resist as they reached down and helped her stand. Soon, as she clutched the blanket around herself, the women were leading her away toward one of the huts on the far side of the compound. "Doctor...DOCTOR!" She cried. "Where are they taking me? What are they going to do to me?" "Never mind child." Came the reply. "They are just going to get you ready to join the tribe." Inside the hut, the women pulled the blanket from her body. Amy was totally humiliated by their inspection of her genitals and their apparent surprise at her thinned and trimmed pubes. They fitted her with a loincloth similar to the ones they wore, then, dressed, such as she was, they pushed her down on the ground and gathered round to fashion her light blonde hair into cornrow like braids close to her scalp. She tried to resist them as they worked, but it was no use. As they worked, the women noticed that Amy had pierced ears. After a quick discussion. One woman left and soon returned with two large metal earrings, much like the ones she wore. The metal was much thicker than a normal earring and it stretched her hole painfully as it was inserted, but soon Amy had large primitive dangles in each ear. Not having a mirror, she could only imagine by feel what she must look like. Yes. They had turned her into the image of a woman of the village. Helped to her feet, Amy still felt a little off from last night's gluttony. It was difficult for her to keep her focus as she was circled by the women in the hut. When two of them took her arms and headed for the door, her tummy did a back flip. Surely, they weren't going to take her outside now? Her crotch was barely covered by the loincloth and her pasty white buttocks were almost totally exposed. The remainder of her body had no covering whatsoever. Amy had always been proud of her pert C cup breasts, riding high and firm on her chest. Her boyfriends, and several of her girlfriends had certainly enjoyed fondling them, and on the rare occasion when she had gone bra-less, they had attracted their fair share of attention from both sexes. That said, she was not at all comfortable leaving the hut with her chest completely exposed to the entire village, particularly when she knew that their untanned whiteness gave them so much more emphasis. But, comfortable or not, that's exactly what was happening. It was late afternoon when the women led her from the hut, most of the village was there to witness her transformation. Much to her chagrin, Doyle was there with a camera. As she walked along the line of onlookers, she saw that all eyes were glued to her. Everyone was inspecting her, Doyle taking photo after photo and several minutes of video. She had never felt so exposed, never so humiliated. When she reached the end of the "receiving line", she was standing in front of the Chief, who was seated on a large bench, wearing lion fur and some kind of headdress and holding a spear. As she stood there, shivering despite the warm temperature, the Chief rose and circled around her. His eyes devoured every inch of her from all angles. Turning to face her, he lifted his head and spoke, his strong deep voice carrying to every corner of the compound. Amy did not understand a word that was spoken, but understood that the words were about her. They did not sound at all menacing, and so she began to relax slightly as he continued to speak. When he finished, the entire village erupted in cheers and whoops of joy. Amy looked quizzically at Doyle who was standing beside the guide talking in hushed tones. He simply smiled broadly and nodded his head. The Chief returned to his seat and another, smaller chair was placed next to his. Amy was guided to that chair and a table was laid in front of the couple. Soon, a large fire was blazing and the villagers were dancing and singing with gusto. The table was soon covered in food and once again, by repeated gestures, the Chief encouraged Amy to eat. The beer began to flow again as well. Afraid of insulting her host, Amy found herself overeating once again. She could feel each delicious morsel of food stretching and distending her stomach. Finally, as the meal was coming to an end, a man in a mask and cape approached the couple holding a large cup. At first Amy thought it was more beer, but when he got close, it looked and smelled completely different than what they had been drinking. Served first, the Chief drank about half of the cup, followed by Amy who drank the other half. When she had swallowed the last bit, the masked man whooped and ran to dance wildly about the fire. Once again, the entire village erupted in cheers. It was only a few minutes before Amy began to feel strange. She was hot and cold all at the same time. Every nerve in her body seemed alive and over sensitive. She began to feel an unexpected attraction to the strong commanding figure of the Chief. She wanted to get closer to him. Wanted to touch him. With a sudden jolt, she realized that she wanted him to make love to her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, was the sense that she had felt like this before. Of course. When one of her friends had convinced her to take some E before going to a rave. She'd had the same strange feelings. The same feeling of attraction and need to be physically close to someone. That night had been the first time she had made love to a woman. As she remembered the experience, she began to feel more and more aroused, so when the Chief stood and took her hand, she did not resist as he led her to his hut. Amy had made love with several men in her life. She would not classify herself as having a wide experience, but she was certainly not a virgin. She certainly had never been with a man so large and strong as the chief. He struck an imposing figure as he stood in the moonlight and removed his ceremonial garb. His broad shoulders and deep hairless chest were well muscled. His flat stomach tapered to slim hips which were supported by two thick strong legs. The sight of his strong virile body was making Amy wet with desire. Whatever it was they had drunk was having a strong effect on the young blonde, and she wanted this man. Wanted him very badly. When he pushed his loincloth down, Amy almost swooned at the sight of his member. It was easily twice as big as any man she had ever seen before, and it was still only half hard. The Chief moved toward her, pressed his body to hers and started to grope her breasts and ass. It was not as gentle as she would have liked, but it was still very arousing. When he leaned down to kiss her, he instantly pushed his tongue between her lips. She could feel his hardness pressing against her full belly as he continued to embrace and grope her. She made no effort to stop him when he pulled her loincloth down her legs and pushed her back onto the sleeping platform. She had never been as ready as she was at that moment. Her entire abdomen felt like it was melting and her pussy was literally running with her juices. Then the Chief pressed his rigid cock into her. As wet as she was, it still took several short strokes before he was slick enough to press all the way in. It felt like she was being impaled on a telephone pole. Every part of her young pussy was being stretched and moved. Still so full from the huge meal they had eaten, her distended belly pressed on her organs from within as her lover attacked from without, resulting in a wonderful amalgam of pleasure and pain. The entire experience was so foreign, so new, that it drove the young co-ed to heights of arousal she had never before experienced. She could feel that her labia were stretched wide, every millimeter being stimulated by some part of his enormous dick. Her clit was extended and pulled down into constant contact with his rod as it slowly slid in and out. She was in ecstasy, her body responding with a mind of it's own. Within a short few minutes, she reached her peak and groaned loudly as she came. At the sound and feel of her orgasm, the Chief looked down at her and smiled, but he never slowed his pumping. It didn't take long for Amy to cum a second time, and then a third. By now she had lost all sense of self control. Her orgasms were rolling over her in waves, one after the other. She was almost delirious by the time she heard his groan and felt his whole body go rigid. The force and volume of his semen, felt like she was being douched. She could feel each strong jet plaster her cervix as he grunted above her. There was no room inside her to hold such a voluminous load and she felt it gushing out past his pulsing member onto the bedclothes. As they lay there panting and sweating, Amy couldn't help smiling to herself. That had been the most incredible sexual experience of her life. In fact it topped anything she had ever done sexual or not. A blanket of contentment and fatigue descended on the two lovers and within minutes they were both fast asleep in each others' arms. Later during the night, the Chief coupled with her again, driving her once more to multiple orgasms before collapsing back into sleep. When she woke in the morning, he was gone. She pulled her loincloth on and walked out, semi-naked into the morning sun. Almost immediately, Doyle was beside her. "Well. How was your honeymoon night?" He leered, his eyes devouring her nakedness "What?...What are you talking about?" Amy sputtered. "We made a deal with the Chief for you Amy." He smiled. "The instant he saw your pale skin and blonde hair, he wanted you for himself. After last night's ceremony you are now one of his 4 wives. It's more than I could have hoped for. I couldn't be happier. It will make for a phenomenal paper, a real career maker, and of course I will mention you as a contributor." At these words, Amy felt her stomach lurch. What was he talking about? She couldn't believe that she had been so gullible as to follow this bastard into the jungle and let him marry her off just so he could write a research paper. The warm glow she had been feeling after her night of lovemaking quickly faded as her new reality hit home. Her mind was racing searching for alternatives, for a way out of this and then it hit her. Without access to any birth control she would undoubtedly get pregnant. At that thought, her stomach revolted, she turned and retched violently. When she recovered sufficiently, she turned on Doyle. Screaming and crying and hitting, all to no effect. He just stood there smiling. "Oh and by the way. I'm thinking you could really use some sunscreen. With your fair skin, you are sure to burn, particularly all those parts that don't normally see the sun." He said as his greedy eyes devoured her near nakedness. "I'll tell you what. I have some sunscreen you can use so you don't burn and blister, and all it will cost you is a blow job." Amy couldn't believe her ears. She was trapped in the jungles of Africa, apparently married to the Chief of the tribe, and now her faculty advisor, the man who had gotten her into this whole mess, was demanding a blow job. Besides, it wasn't sunscreen that was her primary concern, it was pregnancy. "Doctor Doyle." She began timidly. "I'm concerned about sunburn, but what about pregnancy? Do you have anything I can use to keep from getting pregnant? That's what I really need sir. Please?" At these words, Doyle's face split with laughter. It took him almost a minute before he had recovered enough to speak. "The last thing in the world you want is birth control." He chuckled. "You better do everything you can to get your stupid ass pregnant. The Chief wants children, Little light skinned blonde children. And if he doesn't get them, then his virility will have been threatened. In a tribe like this, that means he would have to kill you to maintain his dominance. Besides, nobody has ever observed a western white woman become so much a part of the tribe that she bears them a child. Groundbreaking stuff that. Guaranteed award winning paper." Amy thought for a moment about her newly described predicament. She wasn't sure that she believed him, but she had studied enough primitive societies to know that he was probably telling the truth. Now the full weight of her situation descended onto her shoulders. Not only could she not avoid getting pregnant, she had to encourage it, actually seek it out. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing as she stood there sobbing. Doyle moved in and put his arms around her. At first, she thought it was to comfort her, but soon she felt his hand cupping and squeezing her breast. Anger and frustration raged as she realized he was copping a feel. She stepped back and slapped his face. Hard. "I've always wanted to get my hands on those lovelies." He smirked, "And I figured I better get a good feel of them while I still can. In twelve months time they'll just be dangling empty milk bags. Now... Do you want the sunscreen or do you want to burn to a crisp? Get on your knees and pay up." Amy didn't know what to do. She had been used, trapped. She could already feel the mid-morning sun burning her fair skin and could only imagine how painful, burned, and blistered her pale skin would become by nightfall. Realizing that she had little if any choice in the matter, Amy dropped to her knees in front of the professor, and was soon taking his hardening penis int her mouth. Having serviced several of her boyfriends in this way, Amy was not without some skill in the art of oral sex, but this was different. This time she was being coerced. Forced to submit to get something she really needed. Her face went beet red as she realized she had become a whore for something as simple as sunscreen. Doyle was so excited by her submission, and her mouth felt so warm and wet on his throbbing manhood, that it took less than a minute for him to shoot a huge load of cum between her lips. It was not Amy's habit to swallow, but she managed to gulp down his entire gooey load, hoping that it would help her gain back some measure of control and convince Doyle to get her out of here. When he was done, Dole told her to stand up and squirted a large dab of sunscreen into his palm. When he reached for her tits again, Amy stepped back in surprise, holding out her hand. "My sunscreen. I'll apply it. Now get over here and let me rub it in real good." Doyle leered. Amy had no choice now, but to stand there for another ten minutes as Doyle rubbed, massaged and kneaded her breasts and buttocks. He pulled on her nipples and spread her ass cheeks as he worked her over, and despite herself, she felt her tummy begin to melt from arousal. A sudden sharp slap to her ass and he announced that she better get going back to her tribe. "What about the sunscreen?" She queried. "Aren't you going to give me the sunscreen? I thought we had a deal." "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not giving up a whole tube of this for one blow job. You have to pay up each time you want me to apply it, and I do get to apply it each time. You are a pretty good cocksucker and I'm going to enjoy you as often as I can. You didn't think I brought you out here for your brains did you?" Amy was defeated, and she knew it. Her mind was a mess of confusion and humiliation as she returned towards the hut. She was just about to enter when one of the other women took her hand and led her towards the river. When she got there, she saw that two others were scraping the inside of the deer hide with stones to clean it. She was handed a stone and gestured to join them. It was clear. Chief's wife or not, every women of this tribe was expected to contribute. Her huge meal from the night before was starting to wear off, and as mid-day grew near, Amy was becoming hungry. With gestures, she motioned towards her mouth and tummy hoping that the women would understand her needs. Apparently her timing had been perfect, because just then, one of the young girls arrived with some dried meat and a small jug of water. The women began pointing and speaking words in their language, and Amy quickly realized that were telling her what each thing was called. The meat was tough and dry and the water tasted foul, but Amy ate and drank with the rest of the women as they pointed, spoke a word and waited for her to imitate them. Soon they were all pointing and laughing as she tried to pronounce the strange words. It was so much fun that she almost forgot her predicament for a moment, but the moment passed and soon they were back to work on the hide. When that work was done. Amy was led to another task and then, another. As the day drew to a close, the Chief approached her and took her hand. He led her back to his hut, where they shared the evening meal. No feast here. After the meal the masked medicine man served them another cup of what Amy knew would be the same drug from last night. After sharing the drink the chief led her to the sleeping platform and once again took her to heretofore unknown heights of ecstasy. And so it went for the next few weeks. Nights of wild passion with the chief's huge cock stretching her pussy and days of sucking Doyle's pathetic little dick to get the much needed sunscreen. Then one morning as she knelt to perform her duty, she suddenly felt quite nauseated. Not the usual feeling of disgust for Doyle, but something else. Was she sick? Had she eaten some bad food? Bad water? It couldn't be anything like that, everyone ate and drank the same food and nobody else was sick. "C'mon blondie," Doyle snapped. "It's not gonna suck itself. Do you want the sunscreen or not?" Just the thought of the taste of Doyle's sperm flipped her stomach and she leaned over and puked on his feet. She expected her professor and tormentor to be livid, but when she wiped her mouth and looked up to apologize, she saw a sly smile on his face. "How long since your last period? Have you even had one since we've been here?" The realization hit her like an express train. She hadn't had a period since they'd arrived at the village and she realized she wasn't going to have one any time soon. Her nausea was morning sickness and she was undoubtedly pregnant with the chief's baby. A black baby. And she was going to give birth to it here in the wilds of Africa. Suddenly the world was swimming and turning black. When she awoke, she was back in the hut laying on the sleeping platform with the chief, the medicine man and the chief's other wives all looking down at her.. The wives had never been in here with her before and she wondered for a moment if something had gone wrong. With the little of their language she had learned, she was able to determine that she was about to be moved. The women helped her to her feet and led her away to another hut. They lay her on one of the five beds and spread her legs to inspect her vagina. After a quick inspection the oldest wife, smiled and nodded and excitedly began chatting with the others. She knew the word for baby and she heard it many times. That night when she went to the chief's hut, she was shocked to see one of the other wives in bed with him. When she became upset, the chief made it abundantly clear with a few words and several gestures, that her place was now in the wives' hut, not in his bed. Shocked and saddened, she shuffled back to her single bed there and cried herself to sleep. It was a restless and broken sleep. She was intensely horny and felt a desperate need for sex. Whether it was the hormones coursing through her body or the weeks of vigorous nightly sex with the chief, she needed some relief. Her hands slowly drifted down to her center where she was able to bring herself to a small and rather unsatisfying orgasm before drifting off. As she tossed and turned, falling in and out of sleep, she sensed a number of comings and goings around her. Still suffering from morning sickness, Amy was relieved that her tan had developed to the point that she did not require the protection of the sunscreen any more and therefore she could avoid dealing with Professor Doyle's sexual demands. That morning was the first time in weeks that she didn't find herself on her knees servicing that conniving bastard's sexual whims, and she was damn happy about it. He did search her out, but she rebuffed him sternly. It was a comfortable routine. Eating a small breakfast, followed by a day of chores, then a small evening meal. There was not a lot to eat, but she was not really all that hungry. She saw Doyle several times that day, talking with the guide and taking notes of his observations. She hated what he had done to her, how he had tricked her, but done was done and life here wasn't really too hard. It was so nice just to shut off her brain and not have to study every evening and weekend. It was nice to just drift along and not have to think so hard all the time. As she lay in bed that first week, she was increasingly aware of the various comings and goings in the hut. She had sensed them the first night but now she started to pay attention. As she lay there, she realized that various tribesmen were coming in the door and tapping one of the women on the shoulder. The woman would then get up from her bed and leave with the man. She just assumed that they were going to the chief's hut for a good fucking, but she was wrong. Later that night, she felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned to look up, the witch doctor was standing there with his hand outstretched. With a quiet whisper and a gesture, she was made to understand that she was to follow him out into the night. Thinking that the chief had sent for her, she followed him quietly out of the hut and across the compound. Amy was quite confused as he led her, not towards the chief's hut as she had expected, but rather to a small hut nearby. When she was ushered through the door, she saw that there was nothing inside except a sleeping platform. Confused, Amy turned towards her companion to try to ask what was going on. When she did, the man wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss her and fondle her breasts. This wasn't right. What was he doing? She was one of the chief's wives. She was pregnant with his child. What was the witchdoctor doing? After the initial confusion passed, Amy began to resist, trying to fight off his advances. When she began to call out for help, her cry was silenced by a hard slap to the face, which sent her reeling towards the bed. He was large and strong and it didn't take him long to overpower her. Although she still fought him, he was soon able to climb between her legs and press his huge black dick into her small white body. As she felt herself stretch to accommodate his girth, she also felt herself responding in a rather unexpected way. She had been so horny since she had moved to the wives' hut, longing to feel the wonderful sensations the chief's cock gave her. She felt her body betraying her sensibilities. This wasn't right was it? She was a chief's wife, but the witchdoctor was making her feel so good. Although her mind was aghast at what he was doing to her, her pussy started to drool and soon enough she lost herself in the sensations of being ridden buy a large stiff dick. When she felt him ejaculate, she let herself go and rode their simultaneous orgasm to the end. After returning to the wives' hut, Amy fell into a fitful slumber from which she emerged early the next morning. On her way to the latrine pit, she encountered Doctor Doyle. "You don't look too well rested today my dear," he sniped. "Did you have a rough night with the chief last night?" "No," was her curt reply. "Not the chief then but perhaps the witchdoctor?" Amy spun to gape at him in surprise. Had he really just said that? Did he know what happened last night? The smug look on his face suggested that he knew something. "Oh yes my dear. I knew it was going to happen, I just wasn't sure when. I have been watching the wives' hut, taking notes and asking questions. Apparently our host, your husband, the chief is an extremely generous man. Whenever one of his wives is with child and she begins to show, she becomes available to any unmarried man in the tribe." Available? What the hell was he talking about? Available to the unmarried men in the tribe? As she looked at his smirking face, the words began to sink in. Available. The chief allowed the unmarried men to bed his wives. Doctor Doyle saw the comprehension dawn on the pretty girl's face and carried on. "It's quite fascinating actually, and will make an interesting subject for an additional research paper. Of course the chief wants to spawn as many offspring with his genes as possible, to carry on his line as it were, but once a wife is pregnant by him, that goal is being achieved. Allowing the unmarried men of the tribe unfettered access to his pregnant wives, keeps them satisfied and encourages them to stay with the tribe instead of drifting off in search of women. I've been wondering when your turn would come and when I saw the witchdoctor last night I knew you had been added to the rotation. I'm sure you're going to get more than your fair share of attention so I hope you're ready for it." And he was absolutely right. She was barely asleep that night when she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned, expecting to see the witchdoctor again. It wasn't him this time, but one of the young men from the tribe. Barely 18, he was a vigorous lover and his large young cock stretched her very pleasurably all three times they fucked. Exhausted, she fell asleep in his arms, not waking again until the next morning. It wasn't so bad really. Not so bad until the night that she turned to see Doctor Doyle had been the one to tap her shoulder. His smarmy grin splitting his face as he took her hand and led her from the wives' hut to his. First, he wanted her to suck him, for old times sake, he said. When he was good and hard, he pushed his small white cock into her and began thrusting. Penetrated and stretched by so many big ebony cocks, Amy could hardly feel him as he repeatedly thrust himself in |
to the hilt. "So tell me." he panted as he pumped. "Tell me what it's like to be the little white cumslut for the entire tribe. What's it like to have had miles of black cock stretch your little white pussy? Oh. God I can hardly feel it it's so stretched out. It's really more than I had ever dreamed it would be when I tricked you into coming out here. Hmmmm. You really are part of the tribe now. Uhnnn. Transformed from dumb blonde grad student into primitive black cock slut. UNNGG. So fucking hot to watch your pregnant little ass sway across the compound night after night. Humph. To sneak a peak through the window or door and watch them take you. Ungghh. Watch you lay back and spread yourself for them, night after night. So fucking hot..." His words were devastating, but even moreso when, as he spoke his last sentence, he stiffened and dribbled his load of spunk into her pussy. Although it had obviously excited him to talk about her that way it had done nothing but anger Amy. Worse still, his little dick had hardly given her any stimulation at all. So well used and stretched each night by large throbbing black meat, his little white dick gave no pleasure at all. He was right. Amy had been transformed. She was no longer his dumb blonde graduate student, but a member of this tribe. Chief's wife. Too good to be used by this piece of shit. Amy rolled him off and stood up to leave. When he grabbed her arm to stop he, she slapped him. Hard. The work that Amy had been doing around the camp had made her strong. Stronger than she realized and when her hand connected with his face his scrawny neck snapped to the side and he fell to the ground. "What the fuck? You little cunt. I'll..." But a swift kick to his balls stopped him short and he lay there doubled over groaning. "You are not part of the tribe Doyle. You don't deserve to share the chief's gifts to his men. Don't bother trying again or I will not stop at a little kick in the balls." After that Doyle left Amy alone. He never talked to her, never approached her. Never again tapped her shoulder in the night. Amy was left to service the tribesmen as her husband intended. As the months passed, Amy's belly began to swell with her growing child. It became increasingly more difficult to move. She felt uncomfortably large. Her tummy getting in the way of everything. In her third trimester, it became impossible for her nightly lovers to mount her face to face. Of course this didn't stop the activity, just changed it to a different position. She now spent a good part of each night on her hands and knees with her baby belly and swelling tits swaying below her as the tribesmen drilled her open pussy from behind. That is, until one day as she was waddling across the compound, her water broke. Amy had become increasingly concerned about the impending birth, expecting it to be excruciatingly painful in these primitive conditions. What she had not expected was that the constant fucking and stretching of her pussy by all those long thick cocks had kept it dilated and pliable. When her time came, the wives were there to help and it was all over with surprisingly little pain. It was a joyous event and much cause for celebration when a strong fair- haired son was brought into the world. There was much food and celebration and everyone crowded around to see the baby and watch him suckle. He had a very healthy appetite and in no time he had Amy producing a large volume of milk to satisfy him. She soon found out that it was an honour to suckle one of the chief's sons and within a few days there was a steady stream of nursing mothers who came around to feed him. This, of course, left Amy somewhat engorged and in need of relief. That too was solved since almost every mother wanted her child to have the opportunity to suckle at the breast of the white wife. Doctor Doyle was never far away. He took hundreds of pictures of Amy feeding various black babies as well as her own child. He was constantly taking notes and making comments about her truly being a part of the tribe now. He said they would never let her go back with him now. Now that she had given the chief a son and had suckled every baby in the village, there was no going back He was right, of course. He had planned it all perfectly. Amy was no longer the pretty graduate student trying to get her masters, she was the chief's white wife. Mother of his interracial son. There was no going back. Doyle would write his thesis, publish his papers, not even mention Amy's contribution by name. She would simply be the white female subject who was integrated into a wild African tribe. After Amy had given birth, the chief revoked the tribal privilege. He simply wouldn't take any chance that her next child wouldn't be his. After all those months of constant nightly sex with various men stretching her out, Amy was extremely frustrated. Hormones were still raging and she was intensely horny all the time. Of course Doctor Doyle offered to help her out in this regard, and Amy almost let him fuck her, until she remembered how nasty he had been and how unsatisfying his little cock was and simply laughed him off. So horny all the time, Amy's sleep was fitful and haunted by recollections of all the men she had fucked. Young, old, muscular, thin, hunters, fighters, the only common denominator, the immense size of their cocks. She longed to feel them stretching her, stroking into her. Fucking her. It was about a month later that, as Amy tossed and turned in her bed, she felt a nudge. Surprised, she looked up and saw her husband standing there. He took Amy's hand and led her back to his hut where he gave Amy exactly what she craved. Once again Amy was in heaven. The chief made love to her every night, sometimes twice. His large cock spreading her lips and stretching her pussy as he worked to impregnate her again. Fortunately, unfortunately, Amy missed her next period which meant that he had once again proven his virility, and signaling that her time with him was soon to be over. This time, however, she knew what was in store for her every night and, looked forward to returning to the wives' hut. Of course Doyle tried several times to get Amy to lay with him, but she had no interest in his puny white cock. No interest in laying next to his pasty white skin. Amy's purpose in life was to give the chief his babies and to serve the men of the tribe. He had nothing to do with either of those things and so she simply ignored him. As his year was coming to an end, Doctor Doyle began to make preparations to leave. Coincidentally, around that same time, things got very difficult for the tribe. The stream was reduced to a trickle by drought, the game moved away, what meager crops they had wilted and died. There had always been a cycle of feast and famine, but this was worse. The tribe was starving. Several of the oldest members died. Mother's milk began to dry up and babies started to get weak and sick. The tribe had been in such terrible situations before. Once, even worse, and they knew what they had to do. The witch doctor and the chief spent several days making preparations, eventually they had everything ready. Bush had been cleared. The altar was prepared. The fire pit dug. It was time. Doyle was caught completely unawares when they descended on him. He struggled as hard as he could, but even in their weakened state, the tribesmen easily overpowered him. Once bound to the altar, he screamed and wailed, cried and pleaded. He called repeatedly for Amy to intercede on his behalf to stop these savages from whatever it was they were going to do, but all to no avail. Amy was unmoved. She was part of the tribe now and the tribe needed this to survive. After an hour of chanting, praying, dancing, and still more praying, the deed was done and silence fell over the village. Yes. Times were very tough. It was a situation of life or death. It was a case of the tribe together against the world. Survival of the fittest, and the tribe MUST survive. Amy was part of the tribe now. Had been for almost a year. Doctor Doyle was an outsider. He had never been part of the tribe. Without game, without the hunt, without food, they would never survive. Human sacrifice. It had always worked before. It would work again. And Doctor Doyle? Doyle had been very bad to her, but in the end, he had tasted very good. The tribe would survive, and so would Amy and her babies. I guess it started innocently enough, in the form of role playing. I was in My late thirties. My lover and I would engage in different, provocative, harmless, scenarios. he liked Me as a Domme and We/we had some fun with it. As time went on, he encouraged Me to take My outfit and attitude out of the house. It began predictably with house parties. Next, came All Hallows Eve dance club celebrations. The dresses became shorter, the boots taller, and the tops skimpier. I began to add props such as steel handcuffs, a riding crop, dog collar, and shackles. My Mistress "costume" received greater attention with each appearance. The lover enjoyed it, and, frankly, so did I. Having men, completely unknown to Me, pay homage was becoming interesting and sometimes exciting. The next phase began years later at a clothing optional tropical resort. There was a theme party, and I chose the one you'd expect. But here, under the influence of a warm summer's evening and a bit too much alcohol, I lowered My inhibitions and raised My profile. I am attractive, 5'8" tall, and weigh 138 lbs. I have shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes, and long shapely legs. My exercise routine runs over an hour daily, and leaves Me very fit. Oh, and I'm now heading towards 50. So here I'm dressing down for a booze fueled party and beginning to genuinely feel ready to gently test some limits. I wore My "Bat Girl Outfit" consisting of 4 inch, black heeled sandals, dark stockings, a tremendously revealing push up bra, and a barely there, black, string thong. I managed to hang the handcuffs from My string, carry the crop, and manacle My lover/slave. I began to relax after viewing other "theme costumes". What followed was a revelation. Whether playfully or seriously looking to submit, women and men were totally respectful. The number of people, many quite attractive and certainly younger than I, anxious to transfer power was astonishing. I seemed to grow in the role, teasing men 20 years My junior, as My shackled lover looked on. There were no serious boundaries crossed, although dancing on a very crowded floor brought close contact. Some seemed incidental, some not. While any brushing or touching was brief, some of the men were either unwilling or unable to disguise their full erections. There were rare times when it seemed what may have been a reveler's swollen dick lightly and fleetingly brushing My ass. I checked in on My lover to see if I'd gone too far. While I knew I was swollen and damp, it genuinely surprised Me that he was as well. My lover for years, had become My slave for the evening. We/we returned to our room, and broke new ground. I've never been comfortable with the idea of inflicting pain as a means to give either Myself of anyone else pleasure but the swirling headiness of the night changed everything. he stood before Me manacled, and fully aroused, after watching his nearly naked, somewhat drunken, Lady being pursued by a bevy of 30 year old men carrying unapologetic hard ons. This is not some wimp, but a strong, confident, attractive, in shape man. Initially, perhaps emotionally confused, I felt some anger towards him and reacted to it. Slipping the handcuffs from My g string I ordered him to put his hands behind his back. Cuffing him tightly I brandished My leather crop, striking him on his ass three successive times. Each blow was firmer than the one before, and seeing a reddening bottom I began to feel some remorse...until My eyes strayed to his engorged penis. I turned My attention and crop towards his cock and balls, gently tapping them at first, expecting the discomfort would diminish the erection. While moaning became louder with each strike, it appeared as if his stiff dick was literally throbbing from the, still mild punishment. I was astounded and greatly aroused as well. I made excellent use of him that night. I began by tying a thin leather fabric tightly around the base of his penis. With that little "string" his cock literally became My toy. I directed the tip of his glistening dick to My soaked thong. I managed the ever tightening cloth slowly at first, rhythmically rubbing My extremely swollen clitoris. I became the puppet master. The slave's member was my throbbing puppet. It was a rush. Suddenly, feeling the need to release, I began pulling the string harder and faster while demanding My submissive remain hard. I began an orgasm that was unlike almost any I'd ever had. There were explosive spasms that left me barely able to stand. And just when I thought there was nothing left, I'd give another tug on that magical material and cum some more. Finally, finished I made my way to the bed and lay down, completely satisfied but exhausted. My lover, now in full sub mode remained standing, in handcuffs, his cock still tied tight, aching to shoot. Honestly I really loved seeing him that way! And he, even given the somewhat harsh discomfort, and lack of physical satisfaction, seemed to love it as well. I commanded him to move towards Me, and freed him from the handcuffs. Then I told him to get a towel, kneel and place it on the floor so it would catch his load. Eagerly complying, he did as I'd asked and awaited further instructions. I told him to recount the evening and begin stroking himself, but not to orgasm until I gave permission. Poor boy couldn't last, and spewed white all over that towel and beyond. Non compliance was not an option. Punishment was in order, but could wait until tomorrow. I was tired I had embarked on My Age of Exploration. The relationship between my wife and I had cooled over the last few years. Forget sex, it was non-existent. I was resigned to caring for my own occasional ejaculation in the shower, just to keep the pipes clean, but nothing more than that. Recently she became ill. She would require surgery and a long healing period afterwards. The surgery went well, nine hours on the table and twelve weeks of recovery. I cared for her everyday. All her needs and comforts became my job. There was no home nursing care under the insurance, just what I could do. The first few weeks were difficult. I had to change bandages and drains. Keep her comfortable, feed wash and medicate her. It was a full time job. Despite any problems we had, she was my wife and this is the better or worse part that we'd heard about. It was time for a man to step up to the plate and be a man. That's what I did. Through it all, occasionally I'd daydream about better times, and jerk myself off into my hand. One day after she was well recovered, and had gone back to work, she said "thanks." "What for?" I asked "For everything, you saved me, you truly were there when I needed you. Thank you." "You're welcome", I smiled, "anytime." She leaned her head on my chest and hugged me. It was thanks enough. That night I came to bed from the shower, hair still damp, and towel around my waist. I slipped into some boxers, shut the light and slid into bed. In a few moments I was sound asleep. At about three am I woke. She was snuggled with her back into me, her ass pressing into my sleep erection. I pulled back slightly so she would not feel me. When I did she moaned; "No, I want to feel you." "Ummm yeah but I got umm I got uhh.." "Yes you have a hard on. I know you get it when you sleep. I was enjoying feeling it against me, put it back." I pressed back into her ass, my cock was pulsing, throbbing. Sex was still not possible yet, so I didn't know where this was heading. "I know what you do", she said. "I know you relieve yourself sometimes. You jerk off." I was startled to hear her say this. "Yeah, sometimes I do, I need to." " Do you enjoy it, do you like to jerk off?" her voice was now sultry and quaking. "Yeah...sometimes I do, sometimes I just need to ejaculate." "I know I understand. I havn't been much of a wife to you for a long time but you didn't falter you saved me." With that, she reached around and began to stroke the tip of my throbbing cock with her fingers. "I want to do it to you" she said. "What?" "I want to jerk you off I want to make you cum. I want to see it." "Umm I don't know" "I'm not asking, I'm telling you that's what I want to do. Now." She turned towards me, and reached into the fly of my boxers and stroked her fingertips around the rim of my cockhead. "Uhhgh" I moaned. It felt so good. My arms were above my head, her fingernails raked across my nipples. She unsnapped my boxers and bared my erection. "I'm going to stroke you and watch you shoot your cum, I'm going to hand fuck you baby, you're going to love it." she licked her tongue across my nipples and she raked her nails across my scrotum. My balls were hot and large in her small hand. "How does that feel, do you want me to stroke you?" "Yes, oh god yes." "Do you want to shoot your cum for me?" "Oh yes I want to shoot it." She reached over to her night table and squeezed some lotion into her hand, then gripped my now rigid cock with it. It was so slippery now and she began to stroke all the way to the tip, and back down. I arched my back and thrust my cock now with each stroke. She was talking so dirty to me telling me how she wanted to milk my balls of all my cum. "Do you like my stroking baby do you like how I jerk you off" I was delirious. My legs were splayed apart shamelessly open. "Oh.. Oh.. want to shoot for you…I said "I want you to see me squirt it." Her tongue was licking my nipples, and kissing my mouth as her hand stroked my cock up and down. "Mmmm I like stroking you. Your cock is so hard. I can't believe how hard it is and how hot. I want you to squirt your cum on my tits, can you squirt on my tits baby?" She slid down and reached her other hand between my now splayed open legs. She stroked my ass crack and found my asshole. Her fingertip stroked the outer rim as her other hand continued to stoke my cock. "I'm stroking your asshole and your cock baby, it's a double stroke, do you like it do you like how I'm fucking your asshole and stroking your hot cock?" With that I began to feel my orgasm building. My cock began to throb then erupt in thick hot squirting ropes of cum. I squirted on her chest, then her chin. The last three squirts were all on her hand and she continued to milk my cock with my cum as a lubricant. Her finger was in my ass to the second knuckle. My cock was still throbbing and twitching. I nearly passed out. A few minutes later as I came to, she was washing me with a soapy cloth and towel. She snuggled into my arm against my naked body. "I liked giving you pleasure." She whispered "And when I'm able to, we have a lot of fucking to do." "Yes, I'd like that" I said, and I might even double stroke you too." She laughed mischievously and fell asleep in my arms. |
October 2021 I've got quite a few stories to tell for 2021. I haven't even started telling of the year yet, just that I kicked it off with Lucy Hale in New York. Since we were fucking after midnight, she counts as the first girl I saw for the year. She certainly wasn't the last, as there were numerous encounters over the winter, spring, and summer. But, I'm just too giddy about what happened recently to wait to tell the story. Things with Anya had been going very well over the past year. While she was around whenever she could be anyway, the fact that so many things brought her to Los Angeles meant she was around even more than usual. Queen's Gambit brought in a load of activity for us. For starters, all the awards she was nominated for had her hanging out in LA extra time. And at the same time, her newfound popularity meant she was getting a whole new kind of attention at the Lodge. While she had always been something of a queen bee from being the first one to ever come to the Lodge, she often delegated herself to the background during large parties. Partly because she loved to watch me with other women, but also because a lot of the girls at the Lodge had their own previously established friend groups that they stuck to. Those that had worked together or known each other from before seemed to gravitate towards each other. But now, Anya was getting attention from plenty of new parties. Like Cara Delevingne (story for another time). In this instance, Anya's particular magnetism attracted the eye of someone else. Anya liked to keep me up to date on what she was doing, which often meant random texts while she was out filming. It was the best way to keep in touch when she was out of the state, or country, for months at a time. In the summer of 2019, she was filming "Last Night in Soho". It sounded like a fun experience on its own, but more than a few times Anya mentioned the girl she was working with during a lot of it. Thomasin McKenzie. I wouldn't become aware of who she really was until later that year when Jojo Rabbit came out, but Anya had her on her radar from the first time they met. They met again in 2020, when the film had some reshoots, and Anya again brought her up to me in a text. Anya: She's reeeal cuuuute. *wink emoji* Me: She sure is. Anya: Maybe someday. She didn't need to be explicit. We both knew what she was referring to. It was a delicate process, inviting someone to the Lodge. With some, it just wasn't meant to be. In this case, I thought Thomasin wasn't meant to be. Frankly, she just didn't seem the type. But then Anya brought her up to me one more time, when Last Night in Soho was finally premiering, and they were together again. Press and premieres had them spending quite a lot of time together. As that went on, Anya brought her up again. Anya: I'm getting a vibe from her. Me: What kind of vibe? Anya: Like she wants to hang out more. Me: You should definitely do that. A couple more days went by with the same updates from Anya. Thomasin's interest seemed definite at this point. To hear Anya tell it, Thomasin was looking up to her, wanting to be close to her, and generally thinking she was amazing. It seemed to me that Thomasin was like a freshman looking up to a senior in high school. The slight age difference, and the fact that Anya was exploding right now, made it easy to see why. So when Anya texted again, I suspected what was going to happen. Anya: She said "It would be cool if we could hang out just the two of us." Me: Nice. Anya: So, should I tell her I have a place we can hang out out of the public eye? Me: Of course you can. Anya: I just want to make sure it's cool with you. Because even if something happens with her and I, it doesn't necessarily mean that you'd be involved. Me: That's fine. I just want you to have fun. Anya: K. *wink emoji* That was apparently all it took, and Anya soon informed me that she and Thomasin would be coming up to 'hang out' at the Lodge in a couple days. Naturally I prepared a specific room down the hall from my master bedroom. Then, wanting to account for all possibilities, I prepared another. If things didn't go the way Anya anticipated, I just wanted to make sure there were as many ways to avoid awkwardness as possible. True to her word, Anya brought Thomasin up to the Lodge a couple days later. When they arrived, I did my best to seem casual. I was in the kitchen at the time, and since Anya knew the code to enter, I had her let the two of them inside. When I emerged from the dining room, I found Anya explaining the layout of the house, while Thomasin had her head craned upward in awe at the enormous ceiling of the main foyer. "Helloooo?" I called as I entered through the door to the dining room. "Hi!" Anya called as she scooted over. She greeted me with a very tight hug, which was a disappointment to the reflex in my body that made me want to throw Anya down every time we saw each other. "Ohhh, glad I could see you while you're still in town," I faked like Anya and I were old friends, instead of the two people would had fucked in the foyer we were standing in several times. "Of course, and this is Thomasin obviously," Anya said as she gestured to her. "Hello! Welcome welcome," I said with a smile. Thomasin lightly took my hand and shook it with a polite smile. "Hi nice to meet you," she said. That voice of hers was so flinty, so quiet. "We were hoping to just have a girl's night. Get away, hang out, you know, girly stuff," Anya explained as she stepped next to Thomasin and put her arm around her shoulders. Thomasin looked over and up at her, as Anya was slightly taller, and then flashed an excited smile on her face. I gestured vaguely to the house laid out before them. "The place is yours, as always. If you need anything just give me a shout..." And now I need to note that at this point I'm telling the story exactly how Anya told it to me. Since she and Thomasin went off by themselves to hang out, I didn't see any of this go down. But Anya relayed it to me in great detail, and based on what happened later I had no reason to doubt her. Anya and Thomasin left their bags behind in the entryway, as Anya grabbed her hand and led her into the bar area. The first thing to do on Anya's list was show Thomasin the jukebox by the bar, which was coincidentally loaded up with exactly the kind of music their characters listened to in the movie. At the time I was generally creeping around nearby, but still leaving them alone. All I heard at first was Anya put on The Kinks, but to hear Anya explain it, the two of them had an intense dance party, fueled by 'only' one drink. I didn't really see them the rest of the day, not wanting to butt in. The two of them continued to hang around the house, but as far as I could tell weren't doing anything as sexy as spending time in the pool or the hot tub or anything like that. They hung out in the bar and danced and talked, went to the lounge to watch old movies, spent a long long time in the kitchen, and before I even knew it, it was getting late at night. At that point, Anya suggested they finally go make up a room upstairs. "Is there um, space for both of us?" Thomasin said, rife with nervous energy. "Oh there's tons of rooms available upstairs. But if we're having a proper sleepover we should share one, right?" Anya asked. Thomasin smiled at that, and nodded her head enthusiastically. The two of them made their way upstairs. Of course Anya would normally stay in my room, but since she was maintaining the charade, she knew which of the other rooms was the biggest, and led Thomasin to that one. It was pretty standard overall, despite how spacious it was. A king bed, adjoining bathroom, tv mounted on the wall, etc. Anya pointed out the bathroom, and Thomasin went in first to prepare for bed, taking her bag with her. "I'm gonna change as well," Thomasin announced from the bathroom. Anya bit her lip, wondering if she should make an excuse to slip into the bathroom and either get a peek, or full on make her presence known while Thomasin was changing. As she stared at the closed bathroom door, Anya began to take her clothes off. She waited in the room, nude, hoping that Thomasin would throw the door open and see her. But after a moment, Anya decided to take things slow, and put on her own pajamas. Anya ended up in a blue, silky pajama suit: a pair of pants, and a button-up shirt. When Thomasin emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing a pair of green flannel pajama pants, a white tank top, and over the top of it a loose- fitting gray cardigan. The first thing Anya noticed? That Thomasin's cardigan wasn't closed enough to hide her very noticeable tits. The two turned down the bed, and climbed in together, shutting down everything except for one remaining lamp on the nightstand. Then, they both laid down in the bed, turning to face each other. "So, was today the kind of fun you were hoping to have?" Anya asked. Thomasin gave that cute little crinkly smile she had, and then nodded. "Yeah, it was real fun. I didn't even know what we were planning to do, but I'm glad we came up here," Thomasin said quietly. At this point, Anya could tell that Thomasin was sort of nervous. She was either staring directly into Anya's eyes, or couldn't make eye contact with her, Thomasin had no middle ground at that moment. Anya watched as she nervously shifted in the bed, trying to look casual despite the two only being about a foot apart. "What were you thinking we'd do when we hung out?" Anya asked in a whisper. Thomasin's eyes quickly looked away as Anya stared at her closely. "Umm...I guess I don't really know," Thomasin squeaked out, her voice barely registering. Anya scooted herself even closer, bringing her and Thomasin's face mere inches apart. "What were you *hoping* we'd do?" Anya whispered. Thomasin's mouth opened, but at first she didn't speak. Anya's lips curled into a tiny smile, and she raised her hair to brush a strand of hair from Thomasin's face. "I was...I mean...we...umm..." Thomasin's words were barely audible as she stammered, but her hand moved the tiniest bit toward Anya. "Yeah?" Anya asked in a suggestive whisper. "I just, um...wanted to spend some time with you," Thomasin said. "Oh yeah?" Anya asked again. Before Thomasin could even begin to say something else, Anya leaned her face forward. Thomasin's mouth opened in a disbelieving gasp, and Anya slowly closed the gap between them. Anya's mouth came to Thomasin's upper lip as her mouth remained open, and Anya gave it the slowest, softest kiss possible. Thomasin closed her mouth as Anya kissed again, this time feeling both her lips line up with Thomasin's perfectly. With that, Anya kept her lips pressed against Thomasin's, breathily holding them there as she shifted the rest of her body forward. Thomasin couldn't move from her place, but gladly shifted her arm onto Anya's hip as she got closer. Anya raised her hand to Thomasin's face, holding her cheek as her lips softly kissed again. Thomasin gasped again at the touch, and Anya extended her thumb, first running it over Thomasin's top lip, and then down to lightly rub the bottom one. As Anya kissed again, Thomasin put her lips together, and kissed back. Her hand slid over Anya's hip onto her back as Thomasin lightly pulled herself closer. The two kissed again, and this time Anya kept her mouth open slightly. When Thomasin moved her lips in to kiss again, Anya did as well, only this time she slid her tongue out, and lightly licked Thomasin's in her mouth. Thomasin let out a tiny yelp of excitement, and then grinned as she looked at Anya. "I've never done this before," Thomasin admitted quietly. "You mean with a girl?" Anya asked. Thomasin nodded, looking sheepish. "Aww, that's ok," Anya leaned in and kissed her again. "Just tell me if you want to stop." With that, Anya started to kiss Thomasin again. There was a mild tremble in Thomasin's breath as they continued, which Anya definitely felt. She slid her hand from Thomasin's face to her shoulders, and at the same time began to slowly slide her leg over Thomasin, effectively pulling her in for a full- bodied hug. Thomasin's fingers stiffened against Anya's back, subconsciously trying to pull her in closer. Anya felt that too, and moved her tongue further into Thomasin's mouth, swirling it around her tongue. Thomasin joined in, reacting to Anya's movements by moving her tongue in the same way, but Anya then moved again. Thomasin was concerned for a split second as Anya broke the kiss, but as Anya brushed Thomasin's hair behind her ear and then leaned in to kiss her neck, Thomasin's mouth dropped again. "Oh wow..." Thomasin's voice squeaked out as she felt Anya's lips and tongue go up her neck. Thomasin copied Anya again, brushing her blonde hair behind her shoulder so she could start to kiss Anya's neck at the same time. It was slow at first, but as Anya got a little faster, so too did Thomasin. But, when Anya began to slide Thomasin's cardigan off her shoulder, she didn't have a response for that right away. Thomasin leaned her head back, and watched as Anya pulled it off her arm. She didn't stop there, slipping one finger under the shoulder of Thomasin's tank top, and pulling it aside as well. Thomasin breathed a little heavier as she felt Anya's mouth kissing from her neck, down onto her collarbone. After kissing a few more times, Anya pulled away. Thomasin was wide-eyed, staring at her with a hypnotized gaze. Anya locked eyes with her as she smirked, and I would've given anything to see the way those two were looking at each other. Anya with her seductive, devilish grin, and Thomasin with her doe-eyed, increasingly turned on look of surprise. Anya casually ran her hand down Thomasin's arm. Thomasin didn't break her gaze toward Anya at first, not even when Anya ran her fingers from her arm to her stomach. Thomasin's tank top had pulled up the tiniest bit, and Anya took advantage by sliding her fingers underneath it and starting to caress Thomasin's stomach. Anya lightly touched it a bit, and then started to slide her fingers up, all the while staring into Thomasin's eyes. It wasn't until Anya started pulling up, that Thomasin noticed what was happening at all. Anya's hand moved from touching her stomach, to grabbing the bottom of her tank top and pulling upward. Thomasin glanced down, and as soon as she saw what was happening, shifted upward in the bed. For a second, Anya was concerned she had gone too far, but then Thomasin quickly shrugged off her cardigan the rest of the way. Before Anya could start pulling the tank top again, Thomasin reached down with both hands, and began to raise it over her head. Anya watched as Thomasin exposed her stomach, and then lifted her tits as the tanktop went up, until they fell back down with a satisfying bounce. At that, Anya grinned a little wider, and bit her lip as Thomasin threw the tanktop away. "Mmm..." Anya moaned softly as she looked. Anya grabbed Thomasin and pulled her back down to the bed, where they began to kiss again. This time, Anya allowed one hand to softly grope Thomasin's tits, which were quite big for how petite she was. As they started to kiss again, Thomasin reached out as well. Her hand moved to Anya's chest, and began to awkwardly touch her through her pajamas. Anya felt what was happening, and looked down to see where Thomasin's fingers were. When she saw they were at the buttons of her shirt, she whispered, "Go ahead." Thomasin broke the kiss as she brought her other hand to Anya's chest, and then carefully began to unbutton Anya's pajama shirt. One by one, Thomasin undid the buttons, and allowed it to fall open on Anya's chest. It only revealed one of her breasts at first, but Anya quickly slid it off the rest of the way. The two pulled into each other again, skin to skin as their topless bodies pressed together. The kissing picked back up, more intense now that the threshold of undressing had been crossed. Although Thomasin didn't seem quite sure what to do, Anya certainly did, and began groping Thomasin's thighs and her ass. But she didn't just do it through Thomasin's pajama pants, Anya's fingers began to slip underneath them. At first, Thomasin didn't seem to notice. She continued kissing Anya with a fast, urgent need, even while Anya's fingers dipped below the waistband of her pajama pants. Then they went a little deeper, and Anya felt her way along Thomasin's ass. She felt nothing underneath the pants, which was good for her, because her hand began to move around to the front. Anya made sure to kiss slowly, and deeply, as her fingers slid their way around Thomasin's hip, and then began to slide up her inner thigh. Anya didn't stop, not even when her fingers first felt Thomasin's pussy. She rubbed them a little more, discovered how wet Thomasin already was, and then slid one of them up inside her. Thomasin's face dropped open in shock. Not so much in a direct mental way, but in totally physical surprise. Anya's fingers touching her pussy sent what seemed like a jolt of electricity through Thomasin's body. Her eyes were wide, her mouth was agape, and she all but stopped everything she was doing before. Anya didn't seem to mind that Thomasin broke the kiss, she just held her face close and really admired the look in her eyes. As Anya started to rub her pussy, Thomasin rolled from her side onto her back on the bed. Anya followed, propping herself up on one elbow and allowing herself to stay as close to Thomasin as possible. She began to rub her pussy with a little more pressure, using the wetness she had discovered to move up to Thomasin's clit. Thomasin looked over at Anya again, her eyebrows raised in shock. Anya simply looked at her with a charged up hunger in her eyes. "That feels good..." Thomasin said in a whisper, her voice almost whimpering. Anya said nothing, she just bit her lip as she focused. Her index and middle fingers were plenty slick, and she raised them up to Thomasin's clit to begin rubbing in a very delicate circle. Anya moved her head down and lightly began to kiss Thomasin on the neck and shoulders again. Thomasin's eyes went down to her pants, watching Anya's hand move underneath them. Thomasin started to squirm a bit, and let out a couple quiet moans that were nevertheless squeaky and high-pitched. Then, without Anya even prompting, Thomasin reached down, and pushed her pajama pants off her hips. She left them bunched up around her thighs, moving them down just enough to see exactly what Anya was doing to her pussy. From Thomasin's perspective, Anya's hand was barely moving at all. Anya was simply applying pressure, with perfect accuracy, directly to her clit. Anya's fingers held the same spot, as Anya lightly moved them in a circle. The light, barely moving stimulation was going right through Thomasin, and straight to her head. While her mouth was barely open as her hurried breath went through her lips, Thomasin's eyes were wide. Anya was staring right at them, watching as Thomasin's eyelashes fluttered. "Like that?" Anya asked in a whisper. Thomasin couldn't respond properly. Her breath was too busy battling the moans coming from her mouth. They came out on top of each other as Thomasin continued to watch Anya's fingers massage her clit. She attempted to open her legs a little more, but her pants around her thighs prevented her from doing it all the way. Without breaking her rhythm, Anya leaned her head in closer to Thomasin, and kissed her on the lips. This turned into several kisses, and then a great deal of tongue. It was only broken when Thomasin cried out. "Ohhh my god..." Thomasin said softly with surprise. Anya leaned back and looked down with Thomasin. She was still doing nothing but rubbing her clit, but Thomasin was suddenly shifting in place. Her feet were sliding back and forth on the bed, her hands were gripping down at the sheets, and her hips were subconsciously sliding into Anya's touch all the more. "Mmm..." Thomasin bit her lip as her eyes went wide. At first, she stifled off all the noise she was making as she moaned several more times. Then her entire body heaved once, and as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her mouth opened again. "Ahhhh...ohhhh...ohhhhh...mmmm..." Thomasin began to moan quickly, one after another. She sank down into the bed, shifting from leaning up to laying down. Anya didn't lose her pace, and continued to rub Thomasin's clit the exact same way. Anya watched her back arch a little, and grinned to herself as Thomasin struggled to hold on. She moaned a few more times, and then began to shudder in place as the orgasm raced over her. Thomasin's wonderful hourglass frame shook at the feeling of Anya's two fingers, the testament to what one tiny spot on a woman's body can do if touched properly. Thomasin moaned in a quiet, needy way throughout her orgasm. Anya couldn't tell if she was just a subdued person when cumming, or if Thomasin simply wasn't used to being able to freely moan out during an orgasm. All she knew at first was that she loved the sight and sound of it, and continued rubbing until Thomasin reached down and stopped her by taking her wrist. Anya stopped touching her pussy, and instead brought her hand to Thomasin's cheek. Then she leaned down, and softly kissed her on the lips. "Did you like that?" Anya said with a very pleased smirk. Thomasin's ears turned red as she caught her breath. She had an excited, flustered look on her face, but she couldn't quite look Anya in the eye. "Mhm..." was all Thomasin could manage. "Do you want some more?" Anya asked, her hand tracing along Thomasin's thigh. "Yeah, I was...I mean..." Thomasin shifted in place, and looked up at Anya. "I was going to do you," Thomasin said sheepishly. "Oh?" Anya asked, her eyebrows raised in a coquettish tease. Anya reached down to her hip with one hand, and hooked her thumb onto the waistband of her pajama pants. She began to pull them down, exposing her hip and drawing Thomasin's gaze to her smooth, pale skin. Anya slid the pants down off her hip, and then moved her hand to push them down her thighs and over her knees. Thomasin stared as Anya raised one leg out of them, and then pushed them off the rest of the way with her foot. Thomasin slowly scanned her way up Anya's legs, taking in the sight of every inch before she began to stare at Anya's perfect pussy. Her eyes stayed locked on it as Thomasin quickly copied Anya, pushing her own pants off in a hurry. "Come here," Anya said quietly. The two of them shifted on the bed. Anya brought them back, and laid on the pillows, but before she did she stretched out her arm. Thomasin followed, laying back and allowing Anya to wrap her arm around her. Anya shifted onto her side, and used her other arm to start to touch Thomasin's leg again. Thomasin followed the move, and shifted herself so she could reach over to Anya. While Thomasin touched Anya's thigh with a slow reverence, Anya began to tease her way up the inside of Thomasin's thigh. "I've never done this, eh...*to* a girl before..." Thomasin said. Anya giggled, and looked at Thomasin sweetly. "That's ok, just do exactly what you would do yourself," Anya said quietly. At the same time, Anya and Thomasin's fingers both went for each other's pussies. Thomasin barely touched Anya, letting the tips of her fingers lightly caress the bottom of her pussy. Anya went further, faster, rubbing Thomasin's pussy once, and then sliding her middle finger inside her. Thomasin gave a quiet gasp, and then started to rub Anya a little harder. "Ooo," Anya moaned quietly, encouraging Thomasin. Thomasin tried to focus, despite the distraction of Anya's finger slowly pumping inside her. She rubbed Anya up and down, feeling her fingers get wet as they lightly parted Anya's lips. From there, Thomasin moved her fingers up, and felt toward what she really hoped was Anya's clit. "Ohhh..." Anya moaned louder this time, Thomasin having evidently found the right spot. The two leaned in again, and began to kiss while each one played with the other's pussy. Thomasin continued to rub the same spot, wanting to continue to hear Anya make that sound. Anya kept sliding her finger up and down inside Thomasin, loving the way her tight, slick pussy felt as she played with it. Things grew more heated, and as Thomasin started to rub a little harder, enjoying that she had found that spot, Anya got louder. "Ohmygod yes right there...keep going..." Anya moaned. Thomasin's eyes focused and she locked her arm in place, trying to keep it up on that exact spot. Anya began to move more, shifting her legs around, and moving her hand. Instead of just slowly pulsing her finger already inside Thomasin, she began to pull it back, and slide it back and forth harder. Thomasin breathed harder, but kept her attention fixed firmly on Anya. "Ehhhyessss," Anya moaned. Anya leaned in closer, pressing her lips to Thomasin's neck. "Right there..." Anya moaned again. Anya cried out over Thomasin's shoulder, and then began to grind her hips into her fingers as she started to cum. Thomasin's eyes were wide, in disbelief that Anya was making such sounds just from her fingers. But, hearing Anya cry out just made the attention that Thomasin herself was receiving feel all the better. Anya kept her finger inside Thomasin, pulsing it and rubbing it back and forth inside her as the orgasm raced through her own body. As Anya's orgasm was finishing, she rolled both of them to the side. Thomasin was caught by surprise, but still went where Anya's touch led her. Anya was still moaning, still breathing heavily, and as soon as Thomasin was on her back, she climbed on top of her. Anya began to kiss, hastily and with urgent necessity, down Thomasin's neck and onto her chest. Thomasin's hand pulled away as she watched Anya's mouth move down, first over her collarbone, and then down to her breasts. Anya put her mouth over each one, kissing and licking not just Thomasin's nipples, but all the way around each of Thomasin's sizable tits. In the middle of a frenzy of licks on them, Anya took her hand away from Thomasin's pussy, and then brought her finger to her mouth. She waited until Thomasin looked at her, and then sucked it clean. The two locked eyes as Anya slid her finger into her mouth, all the way up to her knuckle. Anya closed her eyes and moaned quietly, loving the taste of Thomasin's pussy. Then she began to move down again, kissing over Thomasin's stomach and down to her hips. Thomasin lay back, feeling herself sink into the bed. Her hands nervously went up to her chest, and she gripped her fists together nervously. Anya's lips went further down, teasing the area right above Thomasin's pussy. Then, Anya's hypnotic eyes turned up again, and looked at Thomasin. "Can I?" Anya asked, a devilish grin on her face. Thomasin nodded quickly, and stared down at Anya as she moved again. But, she could only watch until the moment Anya's tongue touched her pussy. The sensation hit Thomasin like a bolt of lightning, sending her head sailing back down onto the bed, and forcing a deep moan from her. Anya licked up from the bottom, easing the flat of her tongue all the way up, and then locking her lips around Thomasin's clit. She sucked it gently, and then slid her tongue out inside her mouth to press against Thomasin's pussy. "Ahhhh...ahhhh....unnhh-ohhhh...." Thomasin moaned. Anya ate her pussy with a focused urgency. Thomasin's pussy was so wet, so warm, and then she remembered, so tight. Anya brought her hand up right under her chin, and then slid her finger back inside. Thomasin cried out louder, staring up at the ceiling as she panted. Her hands reached up above her head, grabbing the corners of a pillow and tightly pulling at it. Anya's tongue pressed against her clit while her finger massaged the inner wall of her pussy. "Ohhh my god I think I'm gonna-" was all Thomasin managed to say. As her words trailed off, Thomasin's legs began to shake, and her arms tensed their grip on her pillow tighter. She didn't 'think', she knew she was going to cum again at that moment. One of her hands went to grip her breast, suddenly missing the feeling of Anya's mouth on them. As she did, her body felt waves of pleasure crashing through it, all originating from Anya's tongue. Thomasin moaned louder, like they were being forced out of her even though she didn't have any breath left. Her legs raised and spread, and she managed to lift her head up just long enough to see Anya's eyes locked on her while her mouth stayed locked on her pussy. When Thomasin was finished cumming, Anya climbed back on top of her again. Thomasin was struggling to get her breath, but that didn't stop her from returning the flurry of kisses Anya began to plant on her. Thomasin's arms wrapped around Anya, and she felt the smooth warmth of her body pressing against her. When there was finally enough of a break for them to look at each other, Thomasin plucked up her courage enough to ask, "Can I do you now?" Anya giggled and bit her lip. "Like you even need to ask," Anya said. Anya rolled onto her back, and spread her legs as Thomasin slid down on her knees to get between them. "I mean, it's just that I..." Thomasin trailed off again. "Have never done this before?" Anya asked, eyebrows raised in amusement. Thomasin nodded slowly, looking a little embarrassed again, until Anya giggled and leaned forward. "Heeey," Anya said as she chuckled. She ran her fingers through Thomasin's hair and brushed it out of her face. "Don't worry. We're going to do a lot of things you've never done before. I'll talk you through all of them." Thomasin giggled as she looked up at Anya and said, "Ok." "Ok, why don't you start slow? Just kind of...give me a few kisses, use your lips a little first," Anya instructed. Thomasin cleared her throat as she moved in, setting herself to focus. Anya caressed her hand through Thomasin's hair a little more, and then ran her fingertips along Thomasin's cheek as she moved in. Thomasin licked her lips in preparation, and then bit her tongue as she stared at Anya's pussy. Anya looked at Thomasin's thin, wet lips as they closed in, and smirked to herself. Then, Thomasin pressed them to Anya's pussy, opening her mouth and then closing her lips together. "Mmm, that's nice," Anya said pleasantly, watching and enjoying the tease. Thomasin kissed a few more times, rubbing her lips against Anya's already wet pussy. "And now you can start to use your tongue a little..." Anya instructed. Thomasin immediately opened her lips and slid her tongue out. Anya felt the first lick, glad to finally have someone's tongue on her pussy. She quietly moaned in relief. "Like that?" Thomasin asked timidly. "Mhm..." Anya moaned quietly, and pulled the back of Thomasin's head forward, leading her to press her tongue against her pussy again. Thomasin kept her mouth close to Anya, with her lips against her pussy and her tongue sliding out to lick between them. She was giving Anya long, slow licks, from the bottom all the way up. Anya watched while keeping her hand on Thomasin's head, ready to guide. "Mmm, ok and move up a little..." Anya said as she lightly tipped Thomasin's head. Thomasin shortened her licks, which became almost perfectly centered on Anya's clit. "Riiiiight there, ohhh yes...I love it..." Anya moaned in a sing-song voice. Thomasin's tongue began to flick up and down, following Anya's instructions to the letter and not moving from that one spot. Thomasin closed her eyes and focused, determined not to lose her place, or break her rhythm. Anya's breathing was getting faster, and her moans started to get a little louder. "Ohhh my god that feels good...yes...yyyesss...oh...shake your head back and forth a little..." Anya moaned. Thomasin did as she was told. She wasn't even sure what she was doing was right, but Thomasin kept her tongue on Anya's clit, and then shook her head from left to right, rapidly licking Anya's clit from a different direction. Anya moaned louder, and laid back on the bed. She released Thomasin, who continued to waggle her head back and forth. Anya then moved her hands to just above her pussy. While Thomasin kept licking, Anya put her fingers down, and pulled the hood of her pussy back, making it tight and exposing her clit to even more stimulation. When Thomasin's tongue licked again, it hit a spot that sent a tingling sensation through Anya's entire body. "Ohhhhh yes right there..." Anya moaned. Anya's moans were getting louder, and then she began to raise her legs off the bed. Thomasin looked to her sides to confirm Anya's thighs were moving past her face, but she didn't stop. She didn't even stop to brush her hair from her face. She kept moving her tongue while she raked it back with one hand, and then moved both her hands to the backs of Anya's thighs. Anya cried out, and spread her legs wide, holding them in the air as she moaned and panted. "Don't stop...don't stop...go go go..." Anya frantically cried. Thomasin did as she was told, and furiously licked her tongue on Anya's clit. The wetness of Anya's pussy permeated her mouth with every motion, and Thomasin couldn't get enough of the taste. She kept it up, shifting her head forward to lick directly down at the same spot. She looked up a little, noticing Anya's chest and how fast she was breathing. "Look at me..." Anya suddenly said as she leaned her head up. Thomasin turned her eyes up toward Anya, but didn't stop licking. Anya stared down, and Thomasin's wonderfully bright, doe eyes locked on hers. The girl she had been working with on and off for 2 years, having random thoughts of what might happen between them. And now here she was, staring up at her and about to make her cum. Anya felt a shudder in her body as Thomasin's eyes sparkled at her in the dim light. Then she cried out again, and fell back. "I'm cumming..." Anya moaned quietly, caught off guard by a sudden intensity. Anya cried out with almost muted, labored breaths. Her legs shook and then fell wide open onto the bed. One hand grabbed the sheets beneath her, while the other reached for Thomasin. Anya's fingers attempted to grab her by the back of the head, but could only limply tangle themselves in Thomasin's hair. The orgasm pulsed through her, forcing her to curl her toes and beginning to tense other areas of her body. Anya's stomach clenched, and she arched her back off the bed as she moaned louder. The orgasm faded away, and in a way that was unusual for Anya, it became too much. Thomasin's tongue came down to lick her clit again, and Anya suddenly shot up. She was shuddering from the orgasm, her hands and feet tingling and her mind feeling fuzzy. Another lick from Thomas |
in made her pulse quicken, shooting a pins and needles sensation into her arms and legs. Anya quickly grabbed her and pulled her up towards her. Thomasin crawled, staring up with a bewildered, unbelieving expression. Doing that to Anya seemed to put Thomasin in a daze. Anya pulled her on top and laid both of them back. The two started to kiss again as Anya pulled Thomasin on top of her, and then went limp. According to Anya, that was not where they ended. After she recovered from the orgasm, they started again. Since Thomasin had never been with a girl, Anya wanted to make sure she hit as many 'firsts' for her as possible. Anya instructed Thomasin on 69ing, with Thomasin first being on the bottom and then the top. That position also gave Thomasin a lesson in face-sitting, which she did with as much enjoyment as Anya had by feeling Thomasin's thick hips straddling her. After that, a make out session with heavy petting turned into Anya demonstrating how tribbing works. Those two were perfect for it, as both their pussies were smooth as silk, and wet as Niagara Falls. When they were finally finished, it was getting very late. Thomasin looked completely wiped out, panting and trembling with exhaustion as she cuddled against Anya. "Wow..." Thomasin whispered in amazement as she caught her breath. "Hmm?" Anya asked. "I just, I never..." Thomasin began. "Never thought you'd do that?" Anya asked with an amused smirk. "Never thought I'd get to do that with you," Thomasin said, a tiny smile of admiration on her face as she looked up at Anya. Anya shut out the light, leaving the room in total darkness except for the faint moonlight coming in through the window. She lay awake for some time, keeping her arms wrapped around Thomasin and listening to her breathing quietly. After a short while, Anya could tell by Thomasin's grip easing up, that she was asleep. With a very slow abundance of caution, Anya slid her arms out from under Thomasin, and began to ease away from her on the bed. As quiet as a mouse, Anya slipped out of the bed, pushing herself back off the edge. Her feet silently dropped to the floor, and she eased herself up, and then began to tiptoe across the carpet towards the door. The room was pitch black aside from the moonlight, but one light in the hall was on. Anya eased open the door just enough for her to slip through, careful to ensure the pillar of light wouldn't fall onto the bed. When she was certain it was safe, Anya slipped through into the upstairs hallway. She hadn't even bothered dressing, and walked naked from the far hallway, into the junction where the corridor enters the foyer. Anya slid her hand along the railing, looking down at the entrance to the house, and the large window above it that allowed the moonlight to almost illuminate the entirety of the grand room. Without making a sound, Anya walked along the landing, and then into the corridor that led to my room. I had spent the night by myself, very, very tempted to figure out a way to sneak my way into Anya and Thomasin's night. Or at the very least, figure out a way to watch. But, instead I stayed back to give them some privacy. When I went to bed without hearing from Anya, I figured it either had to be good news, or that they had literally gone to sleep like it was an actual sleepover. So, later that night, as I was ready for bed and just reading until I was ready to go to sleep, imagine my glee when Anya softly tapped on the door. "Come in?" I quietly called to the door. Anya opened the door slowly, standing completely nude in the doorway as the light from the hall flooded in behind her. She put her hand on the doorframe, and then crossed one leg in front of the other as if she were posing on the red carpet. "Good evening," I said with a smirk. "Yes it is," Anya said with a grin. I quickly scrambled up from leaning against the headboard, and then slid across to sit at the edge of the bed. At this point I was eagerly waiting for Anya to tell me what had happened, and her appearing naked at my door gave me a good feeling about the story. "Please tell me something good," I said to Anya as I clenched my fists in anticipation. Anya strode across the room, sliding her hands up her thighs and hips to tease her frame as she did. One leg crossed in front of the other like she was a model on a catwalk, and it only made her look all the more appealing. She slowly made her way to me, and as she closed in she stopped and put her arms on my shoulders to cross her wrists behind my head. "I...fucked the shit out of her," Anya said, a tiny but overly proud smirk on her face. "Ohhh," I said with simultaneous intense jealousy and relief. "Awesome." "It was," Anya said, looking off into the distance as if she were reminiscing. I put my hands on Anya's waist, slowly rubbing them down to her thighs. "Please tell me everything," I asked, almost begging. Anya's eyes turned down to meet mine, and she gave a tiny, amused smile. "The thing is, the entire time I was with her, I was wishing that you could be there, fucking me during. So..." Anya reached down to the waist of my pajama pants, and began to pull the string to loosen them. "...We're going to fuck right now. And then I'll tell you all about it later." "Fair enough," I said, grinning. Anya bent down and planted her lips on mine. Instantly, I was drunk on her scent. It wasn't just the perfumed aroma of her skin that always drove me crazy filling my nostrils, it was the flushed, warm smell that came off her whenever we had sex. It wasn't a sweaty, unpleasant odor, it was like feeling Anya's body kicked into a higher gear. At this moment, she was already there. Our kissing turned into a heavy make out almost instantly. Anya's tongue pressed into my mouth and pursued my own in order to swirl around it. My hands felt up the backs of her thighs before tightly grabbing her ass. Anya undid the tie of my pants, but before she could do anything else I moved my face to her chest. My lips went to her tits, and I began kissing and licking each nipple while Anya grabbed the back of my hair. I did that until Anya forcefully pulled my head back, and looked down at me as she bit her lip. She then sank down onto her knees on the carpet, while her hands grabbed the waist of my pants and pulled them down. Anya tossed them aside, and then stared at my cock as she brushed her hair behind her ears. I was all but rock hard the second Anya entered the room, and my pajamas had barely contained that. Still, when Anya's hypnotic eyes locked onto my cock, I somehow felt it stiffen a little more. She put both hands on my thighs and leaned in, bringing her tongue to my cock. The whole of Anya's tongue pressed against my shaft, and then she began to lick upward with an agonizingly slow raise of her head. Only when she reached the tip did she move her tongue instead of her head, licking my frenulum and then up and off the tip. "Uuuugh...Anya?" I said, moaning slightly. "Yes, my love?" Anya asked as she lightly licked the tip again. "I've been hard while thinking about you and her all day. Please don't tease," I said bluntly. "I'm sorry," Anya said sweetly. That was all it took. The very next thing Anya did was wrap her lips around the tip of my cock, and then slide her mouth all the way down until they were pressing against the base of my shaft. Anya held her position for several seconds, just long enough for her eyes to whip from staring down at it, to staring up at me. Then she began to slide her mouth up and down. In a word, as always, it was perfect. Anya kept her eye contact with me as she began to bob up and down, deftly taking my cock each time. She would simultaneously suck and use her tongue, and every movement drove me absolutely crazy. But, even with the amazing sensation that was Anya's mouth, I couldn't wait any longer. I stood up in place, to which Anya simply leaned back so she could keep my cock in her mouth. I had to pause while Anya continued to slide her mouth back and forth while staring up at me. The new angle made it feel too good to not enjoy it for at least a minute. But then I reached down and picked up Anya by the arms. She shot up like a dancer onto her toes, and immediately pulled herself into me to start kissing again. I simply took her by the hips, spun us around, and then pushed her down onto the bed. Anya fell back onto the bed with a bounce, and landed flat. Like a reflex, she spread her legs and pulled them back towards herself. It framed her pussy perfectly, and as I stepped forward I was about to shove my cock in, but my arms moved first. My fingers ran down Anya's calves and up the inside of her thighs, remembering how perfectly smooth her skin felt. "I missed your legs..." I said. Anya looked up at me with a saucy smile on her face, and then straightened her legs out to lay them up my chest and rest them on my shoulders. I ran my hands down them one more time as Anya hooked her feet against the back of my head. And then I shoved my cock inside her. Anya let out a low moan, and then crossed one of her ankles over the other on one of my shoulders. "Ohhh I missed your cock..." Anya said with a fierce desire in her eyes. Anya grabbed the backs of her thighs with her hands, and laid back on the bed like she was relaxing on a couch. The way she had her legs crossed made her pussy feel even tighter, and somehow it made the sight of my cock inside it hotter to look at. I started to ease my hips back and forth, sliding my cock all the way inside her and slowly pulling back. Anya's eyes closed over as she let out a deeply contented moan. Aside from her fingers gripping her thighs tighter each time I pushed in for another thrust, Anya stayed still. I continued to slowly fuck her, and rub my hands along her legs. When it started feeling really good, and I had the urge for more, I turned my head and began to kiss along Anya's calves. The extra attention made Anya moan a little louder, and those eyes opened up again to stare at me. "Harder..." Anya urged in that sultry voice of hers. I did as she said, reaching down and grabbing her thighs with both hands. It allowed me to pull my hips into her harder with each thrust, and I began to really go faster to give it to her harder. Anya cried out with glee, and clapped her hands down on top of mine. She began to pull herself into each thrust at the same time, forcing her hips forward. If she wasn't crashing into me with every motion, she likely would've sent herself flying off the bed. Anya kept her eyes locked on mine as her mouth dropped open, and her cries soon turned louder and sharper as she came. After Anya had her first orgasm, she lowered her legs and lightly pushed away from me with her feet. She slid her way back further onto the bed, and then beckoned me to follow her with one finger. That was enough to drive me crazy, but my cock was throbbing from how badly it didn't want to stop fucking her at that moment. I crawled onto the bed after her, expecting to get on top and feel Anya wrap her legs around me. Instead, as soon as I was getting close, Anya grabbed me by the shoulders and spun us both around. I ended up on my back as Anya straddled my hips. Only she didn't stay on her knees when she got into position. Anya, with all the grace and agility of a ballerina, picked up her hips, and then turned herself about 45 degrees. At first I wasn't sure what she was doing, but then I watched as Anya put both her legs on one side of me, and moved her hips into position. Her back was arched as she grabbed my cock with one hand and guided it towards her pussy. Then, using her feet for leverage, she dipped her hips down and slid my cock back inside herself. Anya moaned as it went back inside her, but not nearly as loud as I did. Anya giggled with glee, and began to work her hips up and down on my cock. She was almost in a crab walking position, but using it entirely to pump her hips up and down on my cock. It pulled it at an odd angle, but at the same time it felt so fucking good I couldn't believe it. Anya kept her thighs close together, which made it very tight. "Hoooly fuck, Anya," I moaned out as I laid back and let her do literally all the work. Anya looked down at me with a certain expression, one that said that 1. She was in charge at the moment, and 2. This was a cinch for her. Not only that, but Anya crossed one leg over the other, tightening her pussy even further. When she somehow started working her hips again, using only one leg and her arms for balance, I couldn't just sit back anymore. I began thrusting upward, taking immense pleasure in the sight of my cock disappearing into Anya's pussy. "Oooo," Anya moaned, hanging her head back and letting her blonde hair cascade down. She continued riding and I continued thrusting upward, until Anya began to shift herself again. She planted her feet on opposite sides of me again, and sat down on my cock. But then, she grabbed both my arms and pulled me upward so I was in a sitting position. As I moved up, Anya started down at me, and began to grind her hips against me with my cock all the way inside her. She didn't stop there, and wrapped her legs around me as soon as I was upright. I grabbed her by the hips, lifted her up, and then crossed my legs underneath her. It effectively gave Anya a place to sit, and made it much easier for her to grind her hips against me, which she began to do with hard, slow movements. We clasped our arms around each other, Anya grabbing my shoulders and my grabbing her by the waist, and began to really get into it. Anya would lift herself forward, which would lift her pussy slightly off my cock while at the same time grinding her clit against me. Then she would sink back down, shoving my cock literally as far inside her pussy as it could possibly go. I couldn't tell which motion caused her to moan louder, but each part of each thrust made her do so. We leaned into each other and began to kiss during, which was mostly me actually completing each kiss as Anya's mouth ended up opening to moan loudly. At one point I just grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head back, and began kissing her neck. "OHHHhhhoooohhhhhHHHH fuuuuuuck..." Anya moaned as she continued to grind on me. I held her tightly as her clit rubbed against me, then let her fall back down onto my cock. Even in this position, Anya's pussy was so perfectly tight and wet I was completely lost. My head was swimming, both from the feeling of fucking Anya, and from breathing in the scent of her neck as I kissed it. Anya herself seemed to be in the same boat, with her eyes closing as she began to grind faster. Then, she started to shake in place as she let out another shuddering moan. I smirked to myself as I kept kissing her neck, knowing that Anya was cumming again. I let Anya grind her way through her orgasm, enjoying the sound of her moans echoing off the ceiling. When she was finished, she came to a stop on top of me, and pulled my head down against her chest. I rested my head on it for a moment, hearing close up the sound of Anya's heart beating while she tried to catch her breath. Then I felt Anya grab my head again, and start to turn it. At first I thought she was looking for a kiss, so I turned up to her. But when I looked, I saw that Anya wasn't looking at me. She was looking across the room at the doorway. I turned and looked the same direction, and that's when I saw Thomasin. She was standing mostly in the hall, gripping the doorway with one hand and leaning around to peak inside. All I really saw of her was one eye and part of her hair. But there was no doubt it was her, watching Anya and I for who knows how long. Thomasin shifted in place as she noticed we were both looking at her. It looked like she was about to slip away, but she stopped when Anya reached out toward her with one arm. All Anya did was extend her hand toward Thomasin, even though she was a good 30 feet away in the doorway. But Thomasin still paused where she was, and even shifted a little further inside the doorway. She was wearing her pajamas again, complete with the oversized cardigan. There was a tense moment as Thomasin and Anya stared at each other, but then Anya beckoned Thomasin forward with one curled finger. Like she was entranced, Thomasin stepped into the room and began to approach the bed. "I was just uh...I mean I...wondered where you went," Thomasin nervously stammered out. "Right here," Anya said casually, leaning in to kiss my forehead several times while maintaining eye contact with Thomasin. "Sorry I left. You know how it is. Sometimes I need both," Anya said with a smirk. Anya shifted her legs as she eased me back down onto the bed. I laid back without a word, and Anya slid her pussy off my still throbbing cock. I had thought I was about 30 seconds away from cumming while Anya was riding, and it was a nice cooldown, but at the same time I wanted more so, so badly. "So do you...um, do this often?" Thomasin said quietly. "Mhm," Anya hummed as she bent down again, just barely putting her tongue against the tip of my cock. "Do you want to stay and watch some more?" Anya asked. Thomasin didn't answer right away, she just raised her hands to her chest and started nervously tapping her fingernails together. Anya continued to stare at her as she leaned her mouth in again, just about to slide it down. "Or maybe you want to join in? Play with me a little bit?" Anya innocently suggested. My cock twitched at the thought. Thomasin bit her lip, her doe eyes going from Anya to my cock as she nervously fiddled with her hands. "Ok," Thomasin said, her tense expression suddenly turning into a tiny smile. Anya beckoned her forward again, and Thomasin climbed onto the bed. Anya waited for her with outstretched arms, taking Thomasin's hands as soon as she was close enough. The two ended up on their knees next to me, and Anya leaned in to kiss Thomasin, who immediately closed her eyes like she was hypnotized. Thomasin didn't even notice when Anya put both her hands on her shoulders, and slid her cardigan off. My eyes went from their lips pressing together, to Thomasin's tits as they filled out that t-shirt. "Mmm, ok, what do *you* want to do?" Anya asked Thomasin in a whisper. Thomasin didn't break her gaze from Anya's eyes, and began to lick her lips in a slow circle to taste Anya even more. "What do you like to do?" Thomasin asked. Anya's mouth curled into a tiny grin, and she turned to bend down toward me. After tossing her hair to one side, Anya lowered her mouth back down to my cock, and began to suck her way up and down. Thomasin watched her, but the second Anya beckoned her downward with one finger again, she bent down the same way. Thomasin closed in, and Anya pulled her mouth away. Slowly, while keeping eye contact with Anya, Thomasin opened her glossy lips, and slid my cock into her mouth. "Ohhh yes," Anya whispered as she stared. Anya propped her head up with one arm as she laid on her stomach on the bed. She had the perfect angle to watch Thomasin's mouth, and grinned as she saw Thomasin's lips wrapped tightly around my cock. She pushed her mouth down, and began to suck hard as she forced my cock further back. I felt it push against the back of her mouth, and Thomasin pulled away. Then she began to repeat that bobbing motion. "Ohhh my god, that is so sexy..." Anya whispered. Thomasin's eyes turned up to notice Anya's approval. As soon as she saw Anya grinning and watching her, Thomasin closed her eyes and began sucking harder, working her mouth and using her tongue each time she slid down. That was when I realized that Thomasin wasn't going to be in this for herself or her own pleasure. She was motivated by Anya's approval. As hot as that idea was, I'm a giver, so I decided at that point to ensure that Thomasin got as good as she thought Anya wanted her to give. Without me even expressing that thought, Anya got that ball rolling. While Thomasin continued to suck my cock, Anya got up and shifted herself on top of me. Her leg swung over my head, and she straddled my face so her pussy was right at my mouth. Instantly I started to lick upward, enjoying the feeling of my tongue having her clit pressed against it. Anya moaned as she settled in and started enjoying the feeling, and from the way I felt her mouth shift, Thomasin started to watch her. I continued to feel the slow, dutiful motions of Thomasin's mouth as she kept sucking, but soon Anya was grinding her pussy against my tongue just the way she wanted. "Ohhh fuck...ohh yes ohmyGOD that feels good..." Anya moaned out. I felt a pause as Thomasin's lips pulled off my cock, but then Anya bent forward and eased her back down. "Yeah that's it...don't stop that's so fucking hot..." Anya egged Thomasin on, and I felt her slide her mouth down my cock again and again as Thomasin really started sucking fast. Anya moaned louder as I wrapped my arms around her thighs and began to lick harder and sloppier, enthusiastically feasting on her pussy while Thomasin blew me. Then Anya bent down, and I felt a change as Thomasin pulled away for Anya to take over. Anya skillfully deep-throated my cock several times, and then pulled back. My vision was completely blocked by Anya's ass in my face, but at that point I felt one tongue start licking my cock, and then the other join in. Then a random sensation that I guessed was the two of them making out with the tip of my cock between their lips. "Do you want to switch?" Anya asked suddenly. "What?" Thomasin asked, sounding confused. "It would be so hot to watch you cum again," Anya said with a breathy whisper. "Do you want to?..." Thomasin said and trailed off. That was when Anya swung her leg off my face and slid away. I sat up, and looked at her, then at Thomasin. Anya quickly moved in, kissing me aggressively and making a show of tasting her own pussy on my lips. Then she turned back to Thomasin with a toss of her hair, and reached for her. "Come here, trust me you'll love it," Anya said. Thomasin got up from where she was, and shifted toward Anya. For a moment she didn't seem sure exactly what Anya wanted her to do. She waited on her knees, until Anya grabbed the waistband of her pajama pants and started pulling them down. Thomasin rose up in place and allowed Anya to pull them over her ass and down her thighs, before wrenching them under her knees and pulling them off her feet. Thomasin was left in only her tank top, and her waiting on her knees as Anya tossed her pajama pants aside had me staring at her wonderfully wide hips. Anya took Thomasin by the hand again and got her moving, guiding her to crawl forward and straddle my face. Thomasin did, and then looked down at me as I slid my hands up her thighs. Then my tongue came out, and I tasted first hand just how wet Thomasin was. "Hoooooo," Thomasin breathed out quietly as my tongue first touched her pussy. "Yeah, do you like that?" Anya whispered in Thomasin's ear. I started licking Thomasin's pussy with slow, firm strokes, just like I would for Anya. Thomasin's mouth opened in a quiet gasp as she started breathing harder, and her eyes went a little wide in disbelief. Anya quietly straddled me directly behind Thomasin, and then leaned in above her shoulder. Anya brushed Thomasin's hair back with one finger, exposing her neck. "That's it, relax and enjoy..." Anya whispered again as she leaned in. Thomasin tilted her head back and began to moan as Anya started kissing up the side of her neck. Anya's arm wrapped around her from the other side, and delicately brushed down Thomasin's neck to her chest. Then she began to kiss lower, down to where her neck met her collarbone. Anya lightly teased by pulling the strap of her tank top away and exposing more of her shoulder to kiss. Thomasin gave a quiet, gasping moan as her hand clenched Anya's hand against her chest. "Here," Anya whispered again. Anya grabbed the bottom of Thomasin's shirt from behind, and started lifting it up. From my angle, I first saw Thomasin's stomach exposed, and then as Anya lifted higher I saw the underside of her tits as they lifted up with the shirt. When it was high enough, Thomasin's amazingly plump tits dropped back down, and my own eyes went wide at their surprising size. "There you go, you look so fucking hot," Anya whispered into Thomasin's ear as she tossed away the tanktop. Anya reached around Thomasin from behind, and grabbed both her tits. Thomasin moaned as my tongue licked over her clit, and Anya's hands played with her tits. Thomasin's eyes were wide, and she looked down at everything happening to her like it was a sensory overload. I was just glad that the look in her eyes seemed to be one of enjoyment. Meanwhile, from where Anya was straddling me, her ass was rubbing against my cock as it was practically screaming for attention. I took one hand of Thomasin's thigh, and gripped it. While Anya continued to dote on Thomasin with both her hands and mouth, I lightly smacked my cock against her ass. Anya understood immediately, and shifted her hips back toward me. I tipped my cock forward, sliding it down Anya's ass until I felt the wetness of her pussy. Anya pushed back on it, and slid it inside herself with an easy push. "Yessss...yes yes yes..." Anya moaned as she started working her hips up and down. Thomasin was starting to moan more, letting out louder gasps while her breath got more waivery. Anya groped her freely, playing with her nipples and running her hands up and down her chest and stomach. "Does that feel good?" Anya asked, although she was clearly starting to enjoy my cock just as much if not more. "Uh huh..." Thomasin moaned out. "Yeah? Are you gonna cum?" Anya asked forcefully. "I think so..." Thomasin said as her mouth opened wider in a pleasured gasp. "Yes...fuck I want you to cum so bad..." Anya gave a breathy whisper as her hips were bouncing on my cock. "I want you to cum and then I want to see you take this cock..." Anya said directly into Thomasin's ear. "Yeah..." Thomasin could barely answer. Her eyes rolled up into her eyelids as her chest began to bend forward like something was pulsing inside her. She bit her lip, and began to moan into it. High-pitched, whining moans that were almost stuck in her throat. Her eyes closed tightly as her body shook, and she let out a grimace before her face widened, and a few tiny moans escaped. I continued licking as Thomasin leaned backward against Anya, who stopped working my cock as she looked down at Thomasin catching her breath. "Did you cum?" Anya asked curiously. Thomasin nodded with her eyes closed as she panted. "Oh no, no no no," Anya said as she leaned down to kiss Thomasin again. Thomasin looked up at Anya, a worried expression suddenly forming on her face. "You don't need to hold back like that. Come on, we can do better," Anya said. Again, Thomasin eagerly followed Anya's guidance. When Thomasin got off my face to look at Anya, and then saw her climb off my cock and beckon her to it, Thomasin immediately got in the same position. Only this time she was hovering right above my cock. "Ok, I'll just..." Thomasin said and trailed off. "Mhmmmm," Anya hummed in encouragement. Anya grabbed my cock and lined it up with the opening of Thomasin's pussy. Just the tip of my cock rubbing against her had Thomasin shuddering. But when she began to barely ease down, and I first felt my cock slip into her pussy, Thomasin's entire expression changed. Her eyes went wide with momentary panic, but then she froze in place. Her mouth opened as she breathed carefully, and as she sank down a little more she exhaled sharply. Something changed in her eyes as she eased into it. Her mouth stayed open, but now she was quietly moaning through it. Her eyes also stayed wide, but not in shock. Her expression was one of pleasant surprise, and sudden intense longing for more. Thomasin sank all the way down onto my cock, and suddenly her mouth curled into a wide, excited, surprised grin. "Yeah?" Anya asked excitedly. Thomasin suddenly nodded while smiling. "Good," Anya said as she stretched out, and laid down right next to me. "Go ahead." Thomasin began to slowly raise her hips off my cock, lifting herself with her thighs. I could feel just how tightly her pussy was gripping my cock, and that was VERY tightly. Thomasin breathed in as she slid up, and then exhaled with a sharp moan as she came back down. And when she came back down, her smile got even wider. I ran my hands up her thighs, really touching her for the first time. Thomasin's skin was so soft, so smooth. Even as she was slowly riding my cock, my fingers were enjoying touching her to the point that I devoted a lot of my attention to it. Anya noticed that, and took one of my hands in hers. Then she began to move it up. With our fingers entwined, we slid our hands up Thomasin's thigh, past her stomach, and onto one of her tits. Thomasin breathed out sharply and watched in response, but as soon as I had my hand firmly in place, Anya pulled her own away. Instead she ran it up my chest and turned my face towards hers. Anya started kissing me, while Thomasin watched and rode my cock. And at that point Thomasin started to go faster. Anya's lips hungrily kissed mine, and her tongue made an explicit show of sliding into my mouth. I couldn't see her because Anya was blocking my view, but I could feel Thomasin start to ride my cock harder. She was raising her hips up, and then sliding them back down with a firm but careful movement. She wasn't just slamming her hips down on me, she was fully enjoying the feeling of bringing her hips down onto my cock. But then, as Anya and I continued to kiss, I felt her shift. Thomasin leaned down on top of me, and her face came closer to both mine and Anya's. Anya turned first, bringing her lips to Thomasin as she continued to ride my cock at the new angle. I watched the two of them kiss, completely enthralled at the sight and enjoying the feeling of Thomasin's tight pussy. I wanted to join in so badly, but once Anya and Thomasin started kissing they seemed too into it to interrupt. So I ran my hands up Thomasin's sides and began groping her tits. Once again, Anya was on the exact same wavelength as me. She broke away from Thomasin's mouth and began to kiss downward, and then pushed Thomasin up by the shoulders. Thomasin raised her chest up, which put her tits almost directly in my face. At the exact same time, Anya and I both began to lick Thomasin's nipples. Thomasin, keeping her chest exactly where Anya and I could get at it, began to bounce her hips harder on my cock. Then she started to get louder. "Ohhhohhh. My. God. Ohhh..." Thomasin moaned quietly at first, but then picked it up. "Yeah? Does that feel good?" Anya asked before immediately putting her tongue back to Thomasin's nipple. "Uhhuh...it does..." Thomasin moaned between breaths. "There you go, do it. Make yourself cum," Anya instructed. Thomasin was silent for a moment, except for her breath, as she started riding my cock harder. "That's it, take it. Use it however you want," Anya egged her on. Thomasin suddenly pulsed her hips back and forth with a rapid pace, shifting my cock inside her as I felt her pussy contract around it. "Let it build up inside you until you can't take it anymore," Anya continued. Thomasin started to let out quiet moans through her nose as her pussy continued to clamp around my cock. "Then just let yourself go," Anya said, smirking. Thomasin's eyes closed and she suddenly opened her mouth in a wide, ecstatic grin again. "I'm gonna cum," Thomasin suddenly said with a joyous look. Anya said nothing, casually laying next to me with a pleased look on her face. Thomasin's pussy began to drop onto my cock harder than before, her tight wetness making a soft noise every time she slid my cock all the way back in. "I am gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna...AHHHHHH!" Thomasin suddenly exploded. Thomasin's body flexed as she dropped her pussy down on my cock and almost began to spasm on it. She lost her rhythm for a moment as her legs twitched, and she had to push her hands down on my chest in order to keep her balance. "Ahhh-a-a-a-a-a-a-ahhh," Thomasin moaned out in ecstasy through a very pleased open-mouth grin. She cried out several more times, in a louder, high-pitched voice. Then, with one final cry, and a bucking of her hips with my cock all the way inside her, Thomasin went quiet, and fell forward onto my chest. "Oh my god...oh my god...that was..." Thomasin moaned. "Great?" Anya said as she leaned in. Thomasin nodded, and Anya started kissing her again. They were slow and sweet, with the two pressing their lips together cutely for a series of prolonged kisses. Then, Anya took Thomasin by the chin, and turned her head towards me. Thomasin brushed her hair behind her ears, and then leaned down to press her lips against mine. It was the same as Anya's at first, with Thomasin pressing her lips against mine and holding them there. But then, she kissed again, and began to lick my tongue with her own. Thomasin tasted so sweet, and just like Anya her minty mouth made it all the better. "We're definitely not done yet, right?" Anya asked. "I know I'm not," I said quietly while still looking up at Thomasin. I started to sit up on the bed, with my cock still inside Thomasin. She half giggled and half moaned as I arose, and then grabbed onto her thighs. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held on as I turned us over and put Thomasin on her back on the bed, my cock never pulling out of her. She let out an excited yelp as she lay back, and kept her legs spread wide. When I put my arms down on the bed, Thomasin looked at them, and then looked up at me with wow as her hands stroked them. I started thrusting down into Thomasin as she lay there, moaning quietly and taking it. This angle somehow made her pussy seem even more tight, and each thrust of mine was particularly forceful as I shoved my cock down into her. She was definitely enjoying it, but Anya still stole her attention when she laid down next to her. "My love, it's my turn," Anya said as she raised her legs. I pulled out of Thomasin, and then shifted over to Anya. She put her legs straight up, and then held them there as I moved in. Anya's legs landed on my shoulders as I shoved my cock into her, and leaned down. Ever the flexible one, Anya allowed her legs to be pushed back towards her chest with ease as she felt my cock fill her up. Then I started thrusting straight down, giving my cock a perfect angle to just rail into Anya's pussy again and again. Anya moaned wildly, loving whenever she could get her legs up on my shoulders like that. Thomasin watched next to us, and rolled over onto her stomach so she could get a more comfortable look at Anya. She was gr |
inning the entire time as she watched Anya take it, and only seemed to get more excited when Anya had another orgasm. "Ohhhh, mmmm, fuuuuck..." Anya moaned as her orgasm faded and we began to slow down. Anya turned to see Thomasin staring at her, that adorable grin on her face. "What're you staring at?" Anya said with a tease. She pulled Thomasin in to kiss again, and then whispered in her ear before lightly biting it, "I bet you want more, don't you?" Thomasin moaned an'mhm' as Anya kissed her, and I immediately moved. Thomasin was on her stomach, which meant her amazing ass and those wide hips were right there for me. I pulled out of Anya, eased her legs back down, and then shifted over. Thomasin started to push herself up, but I held her down by the waist. She turned to look back at me, and then looked at Anya. I stayed on my knees as I gripped my cock, and slid it down between her thighs. A little careful seeking, and my cock found her pussy as she lay there on her stomach. I slowly slid it in as Thomasin's mouth opened into that surprised smile again. She first looked back at me, confirming what was happening, and then looked back at Anya. Judging from Thomasin's reaction, she had never been fucked prone before. I started to swing my hips forward, watching my cock disappear between Thomasin's thighs just below her ass. I gripped her hips as I thrusted, and saw Thomasin grip the sheets. Anya just laid there, and began to casually walk her fingers up Thomasin's back as she watched her get fucked. "You like this too, don't you?" Anya asked in a tease. Thomasin could only nod, and let her face drop into the bed as she moaned. Anya giggled to herself and looked up at me, grinning. Without a word, she fully stood up on the bed, and then stepped so she was above Thomasin and right in front of me. I looked up at her, but Anya just grabbed my head and forced it down to where her pussy was waiting. I started licking it hard and fast, savoring every taste. Anya moaned as she felt it, I moaned from both her taste and from how tight Thomasin felt at this angle, and Thomasin moaned from how hard I started to give it to her. Both girls came again shortly thereafter. Anya from when she started grinding her clit into my outstretched tongue, and Thomasin when I allowed her to lift up her hips so I could start fucking her face-down, ass-up. The only one left was me, but fortunately Anya was on that. Once Thomasin had cum again, Anya pulled my cock from her, and began to suck it just above Thomasin's ass. She cleared off most of Thomasin's wetness with her mouth and tongue, but sloppily got it even more wet for when she had me shove it back in. Then she threw herself back down onto the bed so she was face to face with Thomasin. "He really needs to cum. Do you want to make him cum with me?" Anya asked in an out of breath but charged up way. Thomasin bit her lip and nodded quickly. "What should we do?" Thomasin asked, not stopping me from fucking her. "Do you want to do my favorite thing with me?" Anya asked. "What is it?" Thomasin asked, a smile forming as she bit her lip. "I like it...alllll over my face," Anya said with a smirk as she shook her face from side to side. Thomasin was quiet for a second as her eyes scanned all over Anya's face, as if she were picturing it. Then she excitedly nodded. Anya instantly moved, picking herself up, and then taking Thomasin by the hand to get her up as well. I pulled out, and as soon as Anya started sliding off the bed I knew exactly what she was doing. Anya led Thomasin off the bed, and then brought both of them down to their knees beside it. I quickly scrambled off the bed after them, and stood up right in front of them, cock pointing right at their faces. Anya went first, leaning in and all but swallowing my cock on the first move. She pumped her mouth back and forth, sucking hard. Then she gripped it with one hand and started stroking with that at the same time. She pulled her mouth away but kept her hand there, turning it toward Thomasin, who quickly moved in to join Anya. Thomasin began sucking hard and fast, keeping her mouth tight and going as deep as she could. Anya took it back, and went much deeper. When Thomasin took over again, Anya leaned in and ran her tongue along the part of my shaft Thomasin couldn't fit in her mouth. They continued going back and forth until Anya saw the signs that I was about to lose it. She sucked a few more times for good measure, and then turned it over to Thomasin. The doe-eyed brunette sucked quickly, pressing the tip of my cock against the back of her mouth as best she could. I felt so close, and Anya could see it, so she didn't have Thomasin pull away. "That's it...that's it..." Anya encouraged as Thomasin pumped her mouth on my cock. I moaned loudly, and my head kicked back. Anya opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Thomasin was still sucking, and eyeing Anya out the side of her eye. when I felt it. I definitely felt Thomasin moan with excitement as it happened. I started to cum an enormous, built up orgasm that I almost couldn't believe. The first burst of cum was shot onto Thomasin's tongue as she was sucking. She pulled away after it was already done, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out just like Anya did. Anya began to stroke my cock with a fast, slippery motion mere inches from both of their faces. The next burst of cum shot out and landed directly on Thomasin's face, falling just outside her mouth. Anya then turned my cock towards herself, jerking out several pumps of cum that she put perfectly on her waiting lips. Thomasin leaned in, almost shoving her mouth onto Anya's, and the rest of my cum was shot out to be pooled between their waiting cheeks. When my orgasm slowed, Thomasin looked toward Anya again. "No don't stop," Anya said quickly, and then slid her mouth back onto my cock. Anya, her mouth already covered with cum, continued sucking my cock. She held it low in her throat for a moment, until Thomasin leaned in again. Anya pulled away, and Thomasin instantly did the same, sucking my cock even though her face was already covered. "That's it...yes...get it all...clean it off..." Anya said with a charged up tone. Thomasin sucked more with her eyes closed, and I swear she got one final pump out of my cock that she promptly swallowed. When she pulled away, Anya leaned in again, shoving her mouth down and deep-throating my cock one last time. I fell back onto the bed, sitting on the edge of it in exasperation and leaving Anya on her knees. She and Thomasin looked at each other, and then began kissing without a word. Anya aggressively kissed and licked Thomasin's lips, effectively stealing my cum off her, which prompted Thomasin to do the same. By the end the two were practically fighting over the last bit that was left going back and forth on their tongues until Anya finally swallowed it. The two silently looked at each other for a moment, and then Thomasin suddenly burst out into a fit of laughter. "What?" Anya asked, an amused smile on her face. "Nothing, I've just..." Thomasin started. "Never done that before?" Anya finished her thought. Thomasin laughed again as Anya picked her up off the floor and brought her back to the bed. The three of us ended up laying next to each other, with Thomasin in the middle. "What else have you never done before?" Anya asked. Anya's hand started to lightly tease its way up Thomasin's leg again, while Thomasin bit her lip in thought. And then things started up again, with Anya and I introducing Thomasin to several more "firsts" to honor her first night at the Lodge. When Anya said that she was here all the time, Thomasin said she'd definitely be back. The whoop of the hyena woke us all. The full moon cast an eerie glow on the African bush. The surrounding tall knob thorn and leadwood trees silently witnessed the hyena uttering another deep-throated whoop, calling the clan. The fire embers glowed faintly three meters from my sleeping position. I grabbed my camera and scrambled to the fire as the hyena made an appearance. The sloping figure, with strong front legs and shorter hind legs, was unmistakable that of the spotted hyena, one of Africa’s most successful predators. A volley of shutters clicked in the night, the flashes filling in the dark spots on the moonlit night. The hyena was unfazed by the photographic attention. Somebody threw a few logs onto the fire, sending exploding sparks into the night. Five pair of eyes stared at the hyena, drooping his head, sniffing the air for carrion or fresh meat. We were on a field-guide training course on a private game reserve next to the Kruger National Park in South Africa. Vanessa, the course leader and an experienced ranger, looked like an Amazon goddess, with long blond hair and tits to die for. Then there was William from Ireland, a handsome rugged sort of man with a bulge in his pants that can only mean one thing. Larry, an Australian, the talker of the group, knew he was sexy and funny. Next to me was Thandi, a tall African beauty, with luscious lips and firm breasts. Her shaven head gives her the appearance of royalty. Then there was I, Sandra, the horny slut of the group. My 5’11” frame is filled with sexual energy that I cannot explain. My whole body is an erogenous zone and the slightest sensual touch can send shivers of lust down to my shaven pussy. I was a South African city girl who fell in love with nature. We were on our third night on the course but our first sleep-out night. “Sandy, girl,” whispered Thandi next to me. “Do you know you’re naked?” I looked down at my body, and sure enough, I was naked as the day I was born. I never sleep in clothes, even when I am with strangers. It caused a lot of embarrassing moments for others while I thought it fun. I don’t have a shy bone in my body and love showing it off. I always thought it silly to undress and then dress in different clothes when you go to bed. The next morning you have to repeat the same procedure. What a waste. “So?” “Just now William and Larry will see you.” “Let them. At least I don’t hide my beauty like you do.” “Shut up, you two,” came the stern warning from Vanessa. “You’ll scare the hyena away.” Then Vanessa has a double take on my state of dress. Larry and William slowly tore their eyes from the approaching carnivore to look at my nakedness. I was glad to see that I can still turn heads. These nature lovers sometimes forget that fucking is a natural occurrence, pleasurable to do and to look at. I could feel their eyes causing my pussy juices to moisten my cunt. I got up to show them what I look like, the hyena forgotten. I have classical features, or so people say, with high cheekbones, pouting mouth, long neck, full breasts with dark areolas and pointy nipples. My tummy is flat, and my pussy hair permanently removed. My clit is large with a small pearl hidden between the folds of my clithood. My pussylips protrude from the outer lips, inviting tongues, fingers, dildos and cocks to enter their secrets. By firm ass is another great asset that people love to stroke. I love them stroking it, and kissing it and licking it and slip their cocks between the cheeks on their way to my backdoor or into my cunt. My flaming long red hair sometimes scares off would-be lovers. They think that I am a cock-teasing bitch. My four companions’ jaws dropped open, their eyes staring at my nakedness. The bulge in William’s pants has grown considerably while Larry rubbed his hand over his own bulge. Vanessa’s eyes blazed with anger but I detected a faint interested smile in the corner of her mouth. I was her competition for the queen of the bush title, and by goddess, I will fuck everyone here to dethrone her. Vanessa walked up to me, putting her face directly in front of mine. I turned my head slightly and kissed her on her sexy lips. She didn’t pull away. I ran my tongue over her lips and into her mouth. Still no reaction. I pushed my tits and pelvis against hers. Nothing. I took her left hand in my right and put it on my breast, slowly moving it over the nipple. Vanessa didn’t flick an eyelid, while I was shivering with lust. Taking her right hand in my left, I pushed it between my legs, rubbing it over my clit and between my pussy folds. My hands got wet from the rubbing. Still, Vanessa didn’t move. One final move. I took her wet hand, licked her fingers before I forced it onto her mouth. As she opened her mouth to lick it or to speak, three more hyenas arrived and put up a racket with their cackling and screeching laughter, enough to scare off lions. Vanessa just turned around, walked to the fire, took out a burning log and chased the intruders away. Larry and William quickly replaced their cocks they were stroking during our sexual confrontation. Vanessa just turned away and slipped into her sleeping bag. “Sandra, you stand guard till morning,” said Vanessa, destroying any sexual tension. “The rest get some sleep.” The rest of the night, four hours, I was alone with the occasional cackle of the retreating hyenas, and the howl of the black-backed jackal. The mournful lament of the fiery-necked nightjar calling; “my mother is dead, my father is dead, all my relatives are dead, and my heart cries…” turned my guard duty in a long journey into the night. Ha, ha. The next morning I woke Vanessa with a steaming cup of coffee and breakfast of bacon and eggs. I was dressed in my khaki outfit; a small shirt tied around my boobs, leaving my middle bare and tight fitting shorts, with no bra or panties. I learned early on not to save on boots. So my boots were the best I could afford. “Morning, dear,” I mocked. “Did you sleep well?” Vanessa was speechless. She got up, took her breakfast and sat on a log next to the fire. Despite her uncombed long blond hair and an unwashed face, she was a beauty. I wanted to kiss her and make love to her. I know I am a terrible slut, but one thing my parents taught me is to enjoy life. Enjoying life to me is fucking people. Vanessa is a sexy human being worth fucking. To get her to want to fuck me, I must make her jealous, I thought by myself as I wolf down my breakfast. The others slowly woke to the sounds of birds chattering in the bush and a lion roaring in the distance. I’ve put their breakfasts next to their sleeping bags as a gesture of my good intentions. I don’t want them ganging up on me. Not with the devious plan I had in mind. Thandi would be my first fuck. Our morning walk was filled with information about birds, trees and tracks of animals and many crawling insects. Vanessa showed us the tracks of the hyena. It has doglike paws, with a w at the back pad, four toes and the marks of the nails clearly visible in the sand. I spent every moment with Thandi, touching her, encouraging her and telling her how beautiful she was. That night we slept back in bungalows at the lodge. I shared a room with Thandi that was next to Vanessa’s sleeping quarters. As we got ready for dinner, I put my plan into action. I showered first and when I came out, I didn’t cover myself. As she got into the shower, I entered the bathroom to apply make-up where the only mirror was. Every now and again, I peeked at her in the shower. Her beautiful black skin glimmered under the assault of the water. I chatted about the animals we saw, the number of birds we could identify and the uses of tree bark. She was relaxed when she stepped out, forgetting for a moment that she was naked. After she dried herself, she stood next to me applying her make-up. I deliberately touch her arm, bumped against her thigh and once turned to her to ask her to help me with my lashes. Standing face to face, our boobs touched for a moment while she helped me. She made the first move. She dropped her eyeliner and as she bent down to pick it up, she hesitated at my naked pussy. On her way up, she grabbed my cunt with her hand and kissed me forcefully on the mouth. I felt two of her fingers entering my pussy and with the palm of her hand rubbed my clit. My pussy was already dripping cunt juice before she forced herself on me, but with the assault, I was like a waterfall. I led her to the bed, threw her down and dropped between her legs. I spread them farther and started kissing her legs up to her thighs to her waiting cunt. She was also clean-shaven. As I opened her dark pussylips, a pink wet interior invited me in. I lapped her flowing nectar, drove three fingers in her love canal while I sucked on her clit. It wasn’t long before she started to moan with pleasure. Her juices flowed freely over her puckerhole. I used the lubrication to insert a finger into her ass. She screamed as she came, thrashing around in absolute bliss. I knew Vanessa must have heard us. I made sure the windows and the door was open for her to hear our passionate lovemaking. As Thandi recovered, I closed the windows and the door and finished dressing. Laying on the bed, Thandi spoke: “I never thought sex could be so wonderful. In my culture, we are taught that sex is the duty of the woman to please her man, not to get pleasure herself. But fuck it, Sandy, my girl, when you ate my pussy I was in heaven. No man ever gave me so much pleasure.” She fell silent and started to dress. “I hope you wont take this the wrong way, but I still like a man’s cock between my legs. Frankly, you don’t have a cock.” “So you’ve noticed but I am hurt,” I mocked. “I am just your sex slave to be discarded after you’re satisfied.” I took her beautiful black face in my hands and kissed her tenderly. “Glad I could help. But now I need your help.” I told her about my plans. She agreed to help. At dinner, Vanessa looked at me as if to kill me. My first move was a success. Tomorrow I will play my second card. I flirted the evening with William and Larry, showing them a thigh, a naked breast and once a peep at my naked snatch. Vanessa was seething because she saw the whole play where she sat next to Thandi. We had the next day off. I invited Larry and William to spend the day with me at the pool while Vanessa and Thandi went to town. I arrived at the pool half an hour late, with a sarong wrapped around my body. The two guys, dressed in swimming trunks, were ready for action. I loosened the flimsy garment and dropped it to the ground. Naked, I pulled a deckchair between theirs and flopped on my stomach to take in a few rays of the morning sun. I waved the suntan lotion in the air as an invitation. Both got the message and jumped to wrestle the bottle from my hand. Two pair of hands spread the lotion on every part of my back and legs before I turned around to give them access to my tits and pussy. “Slow down, boys. We have all morning. And besides, I want to fuck you both.” This took the speed of their lust. William slowly squeezed lotion from the bottle over my breasts down to my naked pussy. I drew a line between my boobs, over my navel and through my pussy. “Stay on your side of the line, till I say otherwise.” It was wonderful to feel the difference between the two men. The rugged William was sensitive and he spent more time caressing my right breast than the overconfident Larry. William licked and sucked on my nipple before he applied more lotion. Larry couldn’t get to my pussy fast enough; he was in such a hurry. I stopped him short of his target. “Not so fast, sport, or you’ll get nothing.” He dropped his head in shame, quiet for a change. After awhile I was thoroughly covered with suntan lotion, but my pussy was dripping with lust. I needed to be fucked but I also wanted to wait till Vanessa is back. I turned back on my tummy. “Thank you, boys,” I said and closed my eyes. Taken aback, William and Larry fell back on their chairs, as two toddlers whose toys were taken away. Let them steam a bit, I thought. An excruciating, pussy dripping hour later, I turned on my back and grabbed their semi-erect cocks through their trunks. “You still want to fuck me?” Before you could say ‘zebra’, they dropped their trunks, pushing their cocks in my face. Grabbing both poles, I started licking Larry’s smaller cockhead and ran traces with my tongue down his shaft, while I pumped William’s with my other hand. Then I switched to William, deep- throating him. Then I put both cocks in my mouth, sucking on them. Inside my mouth, their cocks touched and I could feel shivers running through them. All people are bisexual, one way or the other, and accidentally touching another man’s cock can be a liberating experience. “My pussy needs attention.” They both dived for the prize but I had another plan. I let William sit on the chair and impaled myself onto his fuckpole. I asked Larry to lick my clit while William fucks me. The absolute pleasure the two gave me was indescribable. With every pump, William’s thick cock touched every sensitive nerve in my pussy while Larry saw to it that my outer pleasure nerves were been taken care off. Once I rode to high and out popped William’s dick and into Larry’s mouth. They didn’t seem to mind and Larry didn’t miss a beat when he took his friend’s penis and inserted it back into my aching cunt. I was standing on my hands and knees on the deckchair, sucking on William’s cock while Larry fucked me in the ass, when I heard Vanessa’s vehicle approaching. Without losing contact with Larry’s dick in my ass, I asked William to fuck my pussy. He climbed underneath me and allowed Larry to steer his cock into my pussy. We quickly settled into a fucking rhythm, in and out, in and out. I could feel their cocks touching, separated by a thin membrane. As Vanessa stepped into the pool area, the three of us reached our orgasms simultaneously. Our combined roars silenced the bush that even the king of beasts couldn’t match. Vanessa and Thandi stood in front of us. Vanessa’s arms folded over her chest. I stood up, cum dripping from my pussy and ass. I looked into her eyes, an open invitation to do whatever she wanted. She stepped up to me, dropping her hands to her sides. Then I felt her fingers dipping into my cum-filled pussy, scooping the manly cream from it and slipped it into her own mouth. Then she kissed me on the mouth to taste the cum and her own sweet mouth. I knew I won when she dropped to he knees to clean out my pussy with her tongue. The rest of the two-week course was a blur of birds, cocks, trees and pussies, tracks and tits, walking and fucking. I can name everything we learned, by associating it with a sexual position. I may be Vanessa’s assistant, but I am truly the slut queen of the bush. |
Ranklestein chomped on his cigar and sucked smoke into his lungs as he stared at the text on the laptop. "Fuck. What a boring piece of... of boring crap." The buzzing of the phone jerked him away. "Hi," he barked. "Hi. So how's it going? I need those five thou by this afternoon, Rank. Five thousand, is that so hard?" "Hard? Hard? This Manissus is a moaner and a wimp with the sex appeal of two- day-old roadkill. Geez. I mean, who created this guy? You think I can work miracles in four hours?" "It was Guy Royal's last heroic, erotic, action-fantasy, OK? He was dying of pancreatic cancer, the most painful, Rank, baby, hear that? And his agent had just run off with his boyfriend, and he was almost destitute, for god sake. If it hadn't been for guys like Brad, he'd have...ugh, well... he'd have starved. And you expect him to be cheerful? Feeling sexy? Hey, get real. Anyway, Guy Royal was a star. A cult figure. _Battle of the Gods_ will sell whatever kind of shit it is. You, I am paying to make it raunchy without making it unrecognizable, OK? Fifty thousand sexed-up words by the end of the month, but I need those five thou today, baby." "Geez, Sol. If I didn't have alimony to pay, I'd say go fuck yourself." "See. I knew you could do it, baby. So, by 5 pm? OK?" "OK. Ok, all right," Ranklestein barked and slammed down the phone. "Shit," he added, chomping down grimly on his cigar and returning to reading the first chapter of _Battle of the Gods_. The gay epic that had been recovered from the late Guy Royal's hard drive after his death. A miracle, everyone was calling it. "Another tidy earner they can all live off for a few years till they find another Royal," Rank grumbled, "Christ. I wish they'd buried it with him." He was reading again. _Fortunately for the man Manissus, the moon was nearly full, and even more fortunately, the goddess' bright silver face was sitting almost directly overhead in a clear night sky. A sky that was typical in that year of dry weather that had been frustrating the regions farmers throughout the mild winter, and looked like continuing into the approaching spring._ The brightness of the night was a fortunate gift from the goddess, because otherwise Manissus would have fallen often as he made his way drunkenly through the narrow unevenly paved streets of the city. Unfortunately, as far as Rank was concerned, the story was no gift from anyone and continued in the same woefully depressing, long-winded way for quite a few pages before there was even a hint of sword action of either the violent kind or the male/male sex kind. "Moan, moan. Christ, if he didn't get any, then whose fault was it?" Rank asked out loud as he read on in exasperation, seeing all the missed opportunities for hot action. _It had been far from the intimate evening Manissus had hoped for and needed. Instead, Thesis seemed to have invited all the men of his family along to the dinner party, and it had already been far too late when the last of them had departed. Manissus should have left then himself, but he had waited impatiently all evening to be alone with his friend. Then when he was the only one left, Manissus had finally staggered over to join Thesis on his couch, believing that the evening would be worth it after all. But Thesis had sat up just as he reached him, wished Manissus a safe journey home, and made his excuses._ "A hunky Greek from the time of the Trojan wars, and all he could do was stagger over and whine when he didn't get any. Geez. I mean, just throw this guy Thesis back on his couch and take his dick in your mouth, and he'd be begging for it after thirty seconds. Guaranteed," Rank shouted as he pulled his own cock free of his pants and gave it a stroke, imagining the two ancient Greeks dropping their linen whatevers and getting naked together on the couch. "Or an orgy. Yeah, the whole damned lot of them. All those relatives he invited along. Oh yeah," a hard-on always helped him think of sex to put in a story. "Hey Brad," he called out between pants. "Come out here." His houseboy, Brad, padded out to the poolside patio wearing nothing but a thong and an all-over tan. "Yes? You called, master?" Brad joked, striking a hand-on-hip pose and making his abs bunch up and his arms and legs flex, a blond, bronzed god with the oversized swimming pool in the background. Now, there was a real Greek god, thought Rank. "Oh yeah, you look so good. But I've got a problem, babe. I need inspiration; I need somewhere to start with this Guy Royal thing. Forget hot sex even. I need anything. It's dead. Like buried." He stuck his cigar back in his mouth and sucked briefly, while taking in what Brad had to offer and stroking himself a bit more quickly. "I mean this guy is such a bore. You have read this. So, give me inspiration." Brad frowned. "I liked it; I thought it was very literary, very artistic." "Literary? Royal wasn't about literary, babe. Royal's all about sword action. Both kinds. I like the café bit, when he sees the hot young guy his ex-buddy Thesis is drooling all over now. "That bit? That's hot?" Brad asked pouting. "He discovers his buddy, the man he loves, is chasing some eighteen year old. It's a pivotal emotional moment," he argued. It was Rank's turn to frown. "Yeah? Pivotal?" he shrugged. "Well, I could see real potential there. Great three-way building. But it's way into the story. There's potential before that. And Sol wants the first five thousand words by 5 pm, and hot." "You'll come up with something," Brad replied huffily, then moved in behind Rank and rubbed his crotch against Rank's upper back, making his employer close his eyes and his head flop about from side to side as he emitted small moans. "Just as long as you don't change the story," Brad said firmly. "Yeah, the story's got lots of possibilities. Oh, yeah, now that's inspiring," Rank murmured, as he grabbed Brad's arm, and pulled him around so he could tug off the thong and wrap a hand around the sausage it had been trying to hide. Brad bent over and they kissed, as the houseboy's hand joined his employer's on Rank's rock hard very thick, six-and-a-quarter-incher. "Start with yourself, baby," Brad said as he kicked off the thong and pulled Rank's hand free of his stiffening meat. "I'll be back in two shakes," he added reassuringly as he padded back into the low-set white-painted, Spanish- style house. "OK. So..." Rank returned his attention to his laptop. _Then, when he was the only one left, Manissus had finally staggered over to join Thesis on his couch, believing that the evening would be worth it after all._ "De dah, deh, dah-now..." Rank mumbled and started to type. _Manissus knelt by his friend's couch and grasped Thesis's organ through the fine linen fabric of his short tunic and felt it stiffening instantly. He stroked it lovingly; he had been waiting all evening, for Thesis's cock to be rock hard and throbbing. Now he was shaping the fabric around it, feeling it engorging under his attentions, and then, as it grew longer he was licking it, making the fabric transparent..._ Brad came padding back with a fistful of condoms and a tube of lube, and Rank looked up at him, "This has potential, loads of it... But, shit, he just lets if drift by. I mean Royal was good. Well, I read him once, and it was real hot and heavy. This... this ain't Royal, it's..." Rank paged forward, _... a line of men burnt the color of cedar by days spent laboring naked, or almost so, under the hot sun, were passing up and down the two gangplanks running from the ship's side to the new stone dock._ "There's more potential there too," Rank mumbled. "Lines of naked men, sweaty and muscular, I mean... When you were visiting Guy, did he ever talk about this _Battle of the Gods_?" Rank asked, frowning and taking a puff on his cigar. "I think he mentioned something about it. About it being real literature." Brad replied sharply, seeing that Rank had an idea he wasn't going to let go of. "But I don't really remember." And Rank's thoughts were interrupted just then as Brad's now well-filled tool was pushed at his lips, and he opened automatically to take in and suck his favorite treat. For several minutes, the only noises were Brad's grunts and moans and the sound of Rank's sucking and slobbering on Brad's rock-hard eight inches of cock. Rank always almost choked on it before he got the deep-throating action right, and then it was a smooth head-pumping face fuck that had them both moving on to another plane. And once the action was right, Brad held Rank's head in his hands, guiding it, and as the tension inside him built up, he rolled the middle-aged graying head from side to side as he pushed it back and forth. Brad loved the moving pressure Rank's mouth provided for him, like another kind of all-over stroking action. Rank's cigar was sitting in the ashtray beside his laptop and went out about the time Brad decided he would come if he kept doing what he was doing. And he didn't want to come just yet. Brad pulled his cock from the sucking mouth with a slurping sound, as Rank tried to hang on to it. He loved sucking cock-loved the feel of a cock in his mouth almost as much as he loved the feel of one inside his ass. Brad gave him an open-mouthed kiss, playing his tongue about in the warm mouth that tasted slightly of him, and with his hands under his arms lifted Rank up. Rank kicked off his own pants and pushed his briefs down and then pulled Brad's hips in tight to his so the two rock-hard cocks were rubbing against each other and sending Rank off into a whimpering sucking of Brad's tongue in his mouth. Brad pulled free, and Rank cried, "Oh yes, I want your cock, baby, fuc..." the cry was cut off abruptly as Brad stuffed the dead cigar into Rank's mouth. The loud vocalizing during sex wasn't going down well with their new neighbors, and the police were happy to come and investigate their complaints. With his mouth now full of cigar, Rank was quiet as Brad turned him around, and Rank chomped down hard on the firmly rolled tobacco as he bent over and rested his elbows on the seat of his chair, stuck his butt up in the air, and widened his stance. He made grunting and mumbling noises as he looked back under his chest, back to what was going on between his spread thighs. His erection bounced up and down, revealing and then hiding his tight balls, and behind him he saw Brad's thighs. Brad moved in closer and inspected Rank's hole and briefly let himself imagine the different ways he could open it up. He loved giving a good fuck just as much as Rank liked taking one, and his urge today made him stroke over that well-used puckered rim with the big red cap of his own tool, a sight he never tired of seeing. His cock head stroking up and down between the parted cheeks and over the tightly puckered rim of Rank. Rank grunted and moaned and whimpered as he chewed on his cigar before he finally had to reach back for his own dick and stroke himself to completion. He could never hang off like Brad could, and once he felt a cock at his rim, he was usually coming. Some lube fingered into the slack hole, and Brad was guiding his big cockhead to it. Then, with the head barely in, he thrust hard. The cigar butt shot out of Rank's mouth as he let loose an almighty cry of "Yeeoww." Then he was shouting loud enough to be heard half a block away, as Brad started deep pumping him, "Fuck. You're fucking killing me. Ohh, I can't take it." The cigar was too far away to be rescued, so Rank just continued yelling as Brad plowed his ass in a frenzy. The neighbors called the police and were yelling complaints at them at about the same time Rank got hard again. His cries took on a new pitch as he beat himself off and Brad lightly squeezed his balls, and his yell of "I'm coming. Coming, coming, coming," was indecipherable. Brad came with a small grunt and did the rotation of his hips that always made him moan it felt so good, and he rotated them again for another jolt. Brad finally pulled out, satisfied, and Rank eased himself up and back into his seat and the two men kissed. "Just as long as you don't change the story," Brad said firmly, before he retrieved his thong and carried it back into the house. For a moment Rank sat there silently, still spent and mellow, but then he looked at his computer and finally focused. There was silence for a few minutes as Rank read and pondered. "He didn't write this," Ranklestein suddenly said, sitting bolt upright. "What is Sol baby trying to pull? Guy Royal never wrote this shit. I doubt he ever set eyes on it even." He frowned and skimmed a bit and then called, "Brad, here, baby." Brad reappeared in a clean thong, carrying a fresh cigar, and wandered over to his employer. 'You rang?" he said jokingly as he handed over the cigar. "You were there in Royal's house. Just about every bloody day. So, Brad, spill. What's the story with this _Battle of the Gods_?" Rank asked, shoving the six inches of cheap machine rolled tobacco into his mouth. "This ain't Royal's writing, and don't distract me again," he added, as Brad made a grab for his dick and Rank batted his hand away. "What was that thing you wrote for that creative writing course you did? The thing you never showed me? That was some ancient Greek story, wasn't it?" Brad looked surprised, "But... you never listen to anything I say. All I am to you is a sex object." "I always hear you," Rank argued. "You're hot as hell, but I listen babe. I swear. And what's wrong with being a sex object anyway?" Brad sniffed, Brad pouted, Brad looked Rank in the eye and said reluctantly, "Guy liked it," and straitening up to his full six-foot he added; "He was going to help me knock it into shape and find a publisher. That's why it was in his computer." Then he crumpled up and his eyes went round. "Are you going to tell Sol?" Rank didn't even have to think about that. "Fuck Sol. Far as he's concerned, this is Guy Royal's story. And if it's Guy Royal's, it will sell and we all get paid and everyone's happy. This has potential. I can make it raunchy. You didn't put anything else on his computer, did you? Leave any disks around someone could find? Anything like that? I mean Sol's desperate... and I can make anything hot..." "No," replied Brad, huffily, "I slaved over that, Rank, and Guy said it was a work of art, real literature." "Humph. Guy was dying in poverty, and you were feeding him, babe," Rank replied, patting Brad's ass. "I can tell you it ain't going nowhere as it is. But why no sex, baby? That's all it needs. It's got real potential, so many scenes that can be turned into strokes. So why, baby?" "Because I wanted to prove that I can do more than just give a great fuck, Rank," Brad replied in anguish. Now the truth was out Brad was starting to think of arguing for _Battle of the Gods_ to be left as it was, unraunchy and literary, but he'd already had ten rejections on it and was getting depressed. And he had some idea of what Guy's books had earned the old man. He was saved from further thinking by the bell, as just then he heard the door chimes and instead of arguing with Rank he went to answer it. He knew who it was, so he greeted the two policemen by throwing the door wide and striking a hand on hip pose for them, his abs bunched up and his muscles flexed and a big smile on his face. "And what can I do for you today, officers?" he asked. *** Three months later. Ranklestein chomped on his cigar and sucked smoke into his lungs. "Fuck. What a boring piece of... of boring crap." The buzzing of the phone jerked him away. "Hi," he barked. "Hi. So how's it going? How's _Servant of the Great Moghul_ going? Another week, Rank. OK?" "OK. Ok, it's boring shit, but I'm the great Rank. I can make anything raunchy, right, Sol? And how's _Battle of the Gods_ selling?" "Off the shelves, Rank. Still flying off the fucking shelves. Hottest thing Guy ever wrote. One hundred thousand copies local U.S. sales already," Sol replied. "And have you got anything else off those disks Guy gave Brad to keep safe for him?" he added in a wheedling voice. "I reckon we can make something more out of them, Sol, baby. Couple of story outlines, and a few more disks to go through," Rank replied, leaning back in his chair and sucking contentedly on his cigar. "Yeah. Few more disks. Guy was sure prolific. And I reckon he started twice as many things as he finished, Sol. Yeah. Those disks of Brad's are a veritable gold mine. His lawyer's drawing up that contract, by the way." "Hey, do we need a contract, Rank. I mean Brad's family," Sol exclaimed. "Brad's not getting any younger, Sol. He's got to think of his old age. And if he's anyone's family, he's mine, Sol, baby. OK? So, ciao. I gotta go sex-up this crap." Rank cut the call. Brad was seated on the other side of the patio table bent over his laptop, "So, how many books do you expect me to write?" Brad asked, looking over the top of his reading glasses at Rank. "And one day I want to be taken seriously as a writer, Rank. I'm not pumping out great historical novels for you to raunch up forever you know," he added, pouting at his business partner. "Sure, baby. But this will improve your writing. And we can sell however many you can write, baby. So, how's the last chapter of _Servant of the Great Moghul_ coming?" Rank asked. Brad got up, naked except for his thong, and came around behind Rank and rubbed his mound over Rank's back. "You're distracting me, babe," Rank moaned as he put his cigar in the ashtray and turned around and flipped Brad's growing dick out of his thong and made love to it with his tongue. He probed the slit as the big cock hardened up and tasted the pre-cum that the finger he had up Brad's ass was helping to make flow. He had a star to keep happy now, and he loved any excuse to suck cock, so there was no problem. "Tongue around," Brad groaned and Rank obliged him, his tongue swirling about the head of Brad's cock. Then the cock was moving further into his mouth, moving down his throat and then out again. He gulped and sucked and took it all in again. Feeling the soft cap stroking his throat, the slick hardness and tasting the salty taste. He tried to hang onto the big meaty piece as Brad pulled it free. "Over," brad ordered and Rank obediently leant over the table and spread his cheeks and wiggled his butt as he widened his feet. "Give it to me. Give it to me, babe," Rank wailed loudly, as Brad dug a finger into his hole] and found his prostrate. Then it was two fingers, and then three stretching Rank's ass, and his groans and shouts got louder, and he couldn't hold back on stroking himself. Brad didn't bother sticking the half smoked cigar in Rank's mouth. He quite enjoyed occasional visits from the local police, and it had been a while. Instead, he used his cock head to rim Ranks ass and then, positioning it at his entrance, drove it in with one great plunge. "Yeooooowww," Rank cried as the thick eight-incher buried itself to the hilt inside him. "You're killing me," he wailed, as Brad bottomed inside him, and his cries kept up as Brad fucked him slowly for a good twenty minutes, before coming, at the same time as Rank let loose his second load of cream. After they had kissed Rank picked up his cigar and relit it. "Guy Royal smoked cigars too." Brad observed. "Do you think I'd be taken more seriously as a writer if I smoked a cigar?" "No," Rank replied sharply, "And stop distracting me. You haven't finished the last chapter, have you, babe? Have you even started it?" Brad pouted and hearing the front door chimes, hurried off to answer, leaving Rank worrying about his deadline. No, their deadline, Rank realized, sighing and taking a long draw on his cigar. |
Anna kicked off her shoes and put her laptop bag on the floor. As she squeezed her toes into the thick hallway carpet of her London townhouse she sighed with relief. That tube journey seemed to be getting longer and longer. She'd left the office at 6.30 and it was now nearly 8, and she'd had to stand up most of the way. It was almost worth doing the car crawl every rush hour, just to be guaranteed a seat. She hung up her coat and placed her jacket over the back of a dining room chair. She went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was not much there, other than some stale cheese, a mouldy half eaten kebab and some ex-vegetables. Such was her life as a rising star in the advertising business that she seemed to spend every evening either wining and dining clients or jetting across Europe and the U.S. She dialled the number of the Chinese takeaway across the street and ordered a chicken chow-mein. She went upstairs to the living room and turned on her computer and then she went upstairs again to her bedroom and changed into comfy sweatpants and an old t-shirt. She'd just finished cleaning the makeup off her face when the door rang and she ran down the two flights of stairs to find the teenage son of the takeaway owners there with a bag. "I don't have any cash on me," she said apologetically to the boy. "Can you ask your parents to charge it to my usual card, along with a tip for yourself?" The boy nodded and ran off again. Anna grabbed a fork from the kitchen and went back upstairs to the living room. Her tropical paradise desktop background was gleaming at her and she sat down in the chair. She tucked into the food as she waited for Outlook Express to open. She hadn't been on her computer for 3 days and there were consequently 3 new email messages from him. She didn't know who he was, but he obviously knew who she was. It had been a month now that she'd received daily messages from someone who called himself "Your Secret Admirer". His email address was a generic hotmail so she had no clue as to his identity. The first message had said that he'd seen her at Tesco and thought she was very pretty. It still didn't explain how he got her email address. She opened the latest three in order. The first one read: "My dearest Anna. I saw you last night as you were getting ready for bed. Your silhouette against the light curtains was the most erotic sight I've ever seen. It made me dream of you dressing up in satin for me." The next one continued: "Your house is dark and empty. You must be away. Your pink satin sheet are so inviting, I dream of us making love on them." The third one was the most explicit: "Today I bought you this bra and briefs. They'll be delivered tomorrow. I want to caress them off your body when I take your virginity. Be my Valentine on Tuesday. Reply to this email with a yes." She scrolled down to look at the attachment. It showed a woman with a satin bra and low cut briefs with a frill trim. They were coloured peach and cream and she knew that they would go very well with her pale skin. She knew that she should be appalled that this stranger seemed to know her most intimate secrets. She knew that she should probably call the police to deal with this sick stalker. But she was intrigued. At the age of 25 she must be the oldest virgin in the world, and it was not by choice. At work she put up a front and played the brilliant young executive, but in private she was painfully shy. She'd been dreaming of having sex for so long now, but still she ended up with only her fingers for company. She could feel how wet her pussy was as she studied the picture of the woman who was modelling the underwear that she was about to get. Her nipples were hard as she hit the reply button. She typed in the three letters. Yes. She hit send quickly so that she wouldn't have a chance to change her mind. It didn't take long for a reply to arrive. "My darling. I'm so happy that you've agreed to be my Valentine. Take Tuesday and Wednesday off work. On Tuesday you will receive some deliveries in the afternoon. One of the deliveries will contain brand new satin sheets. Make your bed with them. Another one will contain some erotic toys. Put them on your bedside table. A third one will contain bath oils. Leave them next to your tub. Wear the beautiful outfit that I've bought for you by 7 o'clock and unlock your door. Then go upstairs, turning all the lights off in the house and light the candles that came in the fourth parcel. Lie down on your new sheets and wait for me to come and make love to you. You need to take Wednesday off work because you will not get any sleep during Valentine's night." Anna switched off her computer and went to bed. She undressed and inspected her body in the mirror. Her tits were firm and generously sized D-cups. She had a flat tummy and a perfectly waxed triangle of blonde hair crowning her pussy. She lay down on the bed and licked her fingers. Slowly she started teasing her clit and her dripping hole. She thought of Valentine's Day and her date with her secret admirer. Just as she'd cum violently the phone rang. The voice on the other end was distorted. "Hello darling," he said. "You're so beautiful when you bring yourself to a climax on your own. I can't wait to see how you'll look when it's my fingers, my lips, my tongue, my cock that bring pleasure to your pussy. Sleep tight, my love." It didn't come as a complete surprise to her to find out that the number of the caller had been withheld. The next morning Anna went to work as usual. Shortly after lunchtime she heard all the secretaries giggling and then there was a knock on her door. One of the receptionists stood outside with a giant red balloon that read "My darling Valentine", a bouquet of red roses and a delicately wrapped parcel with the name of a famous lingerie shop printed all over it. There was no doubt what was in there. Since Anna had just told her secretary, within earshot of half the office, that she was taking Valentine's Day and the following day off, it was obvious to everybody what was going on. Anna the Ice Maiden had a secret boyfriend. She was incredibly embarrassed and spent the rest of the day locked up in her office. Since it was Friday, everybody left as early as they could get away with and soon there was only Anna left. She finally plucked up the courage to open the parcel and found the beautiful lingerie from the picture last night, in the right size for her. She decided to take a taxi home. When she got home she undressed in front of the mirror and tried out her new underwear. It was wonderful. It felt luxurious and decadent against her skin and the colour was perfect. The phone rang and it was the same distorted voice as the previous night. "My darling," he said. "I can't wait for Tuesday, but I have to, and so do you. Take your nice new clothes off and don't wear them again until I'm ready to fuck you." He hung up and Anna quickly stepped out of the underwear. Still naked, she looked around herself. How could he tell what she was doing? She couldn't see any camera anywhere. The houses across the street were offices so they couldn't see into her bedroom. She was baffled. She put on her dressing gown and went to the computer. There was an email from him. "Darling, I'm sorry I was so short with you. But the outfit I bought is special and I want you to wear it on the night that you lose your virginity to me. You were so beautiful when you walked around naked. I wish you'd sleep naked tonight. Turn up the heating and sleep without a cover. For me. I love you." Anna did as she was told. She didn't need much encouragement. Her secret Valentine had made her so horny that she struggled to think about anything than having sex. After pleasuring herself with her fingers she finally settled on her stomach, one leg slightly curled up, giving a great view of her pussy for the minute camera in her fire alarm to zoom in on. A couple of miles away a man typed in delivery instructions on various web sites where he'd ordered some Valentine's Day gifts for Anna. He kept glancing at the screen where she was sleeping and he stroked his hard cock, knowing that it was only a matter of days until it was going to charge through her virginity and make her his. On any normal Saturday Anna went jogging in the park and this was no different. She kept looking around, trying to figure out if any of the men she saw was her secret admirer, but she knew that she didn't stand a chance of recognising him. When she returned home, there was a box leaning against her front door. She picked it up. It was red and shaped like a heart and there was a note attached to it. "Go and have a long soak in the bath after your run. Eat these chocolates as you cover your delicious body with bubbles." He even knew that she preferred a bath to a shower after running. Once again she walked around her bedroom and bathroom as she got undressed, trying to figure out how he could see her. As she finally stepped into the steaming bath and her luscious tits disappeared under the bubbles he stroked himself to an orgasm. She was the sexiest creature on earth and she would soon be his. She spent the Sunday with some friends from university and when she came back home she found a red bag with a DVD and a bottle of her favourite wine. She opened the note that was attached to the bottle. "My darling, soon you will be mine. Open the bottle and take it upstairs to your bedroom. Get undressed and watch this DVD. Then send me an email and let me know what you thought of it." Anna was giddy with excitement. She was sure that she was finally going to see who he was. She opened the wine and brought it with her up the stairs. She put the bottle and a glass next to her bed and she took her clothes off. At first she was in a hurry, but then she realised that he must be watching her. She lay on her back with her legs in the air and peeled her stockings off her long legs. Then she slowly shed her bra and finally she pulled her briefs off. She poured herself a glass of wine and started the DVD. Her TV screen was filled with a woman, not all that unlike herself, who was lying naked on a bed. Then a man entered and he parted her legs. For the next few minutes his tongue and fingers brought the woman on the screen to a screaming orgasm and Anna got to see everything in close-up detail. She was dripping wet by the time she pulled on her robe and went downstairs to her computer. The minute she logged on a new name popped up in her messenger. It was him. "Hello my love," he typed. "Hi." "Did you enjoy my gift?" "Very much." "Did you wonder what it would feel like with my tongue on your clit as you were fingering yourself?" "Yes I did." "Did you wonder what it would feel like with me lapping up your pussy juices?" "Yes." "Did you wonder whether I have a beard, like the man in the film, or whether I am in fact the man in the film?" "Are you?" "No, I'm not." "And the beard?" "You'll find out on Tuesday, my sweet. Now go to bed. We only have two more lonely nights before Valentine's Day and then my cock will finally be inside your cunt." Then he logged off. Anna had a restless night's sleep and a bad day at work. Her boss fussed at her during a meeting since she didn't have all the relevant numbers and then he even criticised her in front of more junior staff because she didn't have her usual sharp with about her. It was a relief to finally be able to go home and her heart jumped when she saw a parcel by her door. She opened it and it contained a bright red babydoll that was held together by a simple ribbon to tie between her tits. She read the note. "Darling Anna. Wear this, and nothing else, tonight. More instructions to come." She went inside and changed into the flimsy garment. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She ate and checked her email. There was no message from him. She relaxed in front of the TV, but couldn't settle. All she could think of was what was going to happen in 24 hours' time. Then she heard something coming through her letter box downstairs. She looked at the clock and it was much too late for deliveries. She ran up to the window, and she could see the shadow of someone disappearing down the street. She ran downstairs and found a parcel. She opened it and it was another DVD and note. "This is what I'll be watching tonight. Enjoy it, my love. Tomorrow night it will be us." She hurried upstairs and turned on the DVD. It appeared to be a full length film this time and she settled on her bed with her fingers teasing her pussy. On screen was the same girl from the previous film, but with a new guy. She watched the action, hornier by the minute, as the guy fucked Anna's look-alike to oblivion. When the onscreen fucking was finally over, Anna masturbated herself to her best orgasm yet and then she fell asleep. Her swollen pussy glistened in the night as her audience of one gave his swollen 7 inches a final few strokes before shooting his load straight onto a printout of a photo of Anna in the shower that was hanging on the wall in front of him. Valentine's Day had finally arrived! Anna skipped out of bed and had a long shower. As she was soaping her breasts she shuddered with excitement at the thought that tonight they were going to be touched by a man for the first time. As she was making her breakfast the doorbell rang. She thought it strange since his email had stated that the deliveries would arrive in the afternoon. She opened the door and there were three delivery men with their arms full of red roses. She signed for them and then watched as they entered her house to place them in very carefully selected positions. There wasn't a single space in her house that didn't smell of roses now. Shortly after lunchtime the new satin sheets arrived. They were a deep red, the same shade as the roses. Anna carefully made the bed with the beautiful sheets. She was tempted to lie down on it, but she felt that would be cheating. A while later a man delivered a box. She took it upstairs and opened it and blushed when she saw the red coloured contents. She was still a virgin, but she did know what all those toys were for. There were two dildos. One was like jelly and relatively slim. The other one was shaped more like a cock and it had a little rabbit attached to it, it appeared to be a vibrator. There were several other little toys that seemed to be designed to pleasure a pussy and she was really tempted to try them. The last thing she got out was a huge bottle of lubricant. She shivered as she left them on her bedside table and put away the box. Another while later there was one more delivery. It was a bag of bubble baths, bath oils and lotions. She placed them all in her bathroom. As it was starting to get dark, she decided to check her email. There was one from him. "I hope you're enjoying my gifts. It won't be long now." It was nearly 6 o'clock when the candles arrived, all red. She placed them all over her bedroom and then she had another shower. When she was done she put on her new bra and briefs. It was a couple of minutes to 7 when she unlocked her front door and went upstairs. As she lay down on the bed she thought to herself that she must be crazy. This could be a rapist. This could be the most twisted sadist and she was just letting him into her house. But she couldn't change this. She'd never met him. She'd hardly had any interaction with him, but she knew that she wanted to make love with him. It felt like hours, but it was probably only a couple of minutes until she heard her front door open. It then closed and she could hear it being locked. Someone was taking their time, hanging their coat up downstairs. On her bed Anna felt compelled to run downstairs and meet him, but she knew that wasn't the plan. Her pussy was soaking her new briefs and her nipples were hard as rocks in the beautiful bra. Soon she heard the steps up the stairs. He reached the first landing. Then there were more steps and he reached the second landing. She stretched herself to see, but the hallway was dark and the bedroom lit up with candles. He stopped outside her door and she could hear him undressing. The suspense was killing her. Then the door opened and a man came slowly into view. Her eyes stopped first at the bone hard 7-inch shaft that protruded from his hips. Then her eyes moved up past a chest covered in brown curls to a face. She gasped in recognition. "Mike!" "Yes, Anna," said her manager. "It's me." "But how? Why?" "I fell in love with you the day you started working for me. So many late nights in the office I just wanted to tear your clothes off your body and make passionate love to you, but you seemed so distant. You kept pulling back at the tiniest sign of physical contact. Then I heard you at the Christmas party. You were rather drunk and you were bawling your eyes out to Gracie about still being a virgin and that no man would want you. That's when I came up with the plan of making you mine on Valentine's Day." "But you saw me, you could tell what I was doing in here." "Well, when I figured that you were getting intrigued by your secret admirer I decided to install some spy cameras. I sent you on a business trip to Paris for two days, borrowed your spare keys from your desk and came her at night. There's one in here and one in your bathroom. I'll take them out later. They were all part of my plan to get you horny and ready for tonight." "It worked." "I'm glad. You're so beautiful tonight. Stand up and let me admire you." Anna stood up and he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. She loved the feeling of his hot erection against her tummy and she pressed herself against him. She felt his hands on her tits and they separated a little. He caressed her nipples through the soft satin and then he wrapped his lips around one. When he let go the satin was soaked and Anna's nipple was aching with desire. He finally reached around and unclasped her bra. As the bra flew to the floor his hands cupped her round tits. Once more he started sucking on a nipple, this time without the satin between his lips and her flesh. Anna's pussy was drenched when he finally let go. Mike's hands moved down her body and he hooked his thumbs under her briefs and pulled them down. She stepped out of them and be brought them up to his face where he felt the wetness with his lips before he let go of them and smiled. Once more he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately, more urgently this time. They were both breathing heavily, discovering each other with their hands, when he finally picked her up in his arms and then placed her on the red sheets. He parted her legs and settled between them. Anna breathed heavily as his lips moved closer to her pussy. Soon she could feel his warm breath against her sensitive skin and then his lips met hers. He kissed her slowly, as if he was kissing her mouth and then he pulled back. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue along her slit. She shuddered in reply. Soon his hands pulled her pussy lips apart and he flicked his tongue lightly across her highly sensitive clit. He licked downwards and soon found the source of her sweet nectar and lapped it up. Anna was in ecstasy. She'd always figured that it would be nice to have her pussy eaten, but this was far beyond nice. She kneaded her tits and moaned as his tongue investigated her folds and teased her. It wasn't long before his lips closed over her clit and he started sucking on it and teasing it. Anna cried out. If it hadn't been for his hands on her thighs she would have wrapped her legs around him. It was only a question of time and soon enough she cried out and squirted a pool of sweet juice as she experienced her first orgasm at the hands of a man. Mike climbed up and rested slightly on her body as he kissed her hungrily. His hands tweaked and pulled her tits and their breathing was laboured. Then he lay on his side and he took Anna's hand and wrapped it around his hard 7 inches. "Feel me, darling," he whispered and started running her hand up and down his shaft, squeezing him. "You're so hard," she panted. "You make me hard, baby. Would you like to taste me?" "You mean suck you until you cum?" "Not tonight, but suck me for a little while before we fuck?" Anna replied by crawling down to his hips and opening her mouth wide. She licked the precum off the mushroom head of his cock before wrapping her lips around it. She smiled inwardly as she heard Mike's sharp intake of breath when he first entered her mouth. He placed his hands on her head, guiding her and teaching her how to suck his cock. Soon his hips joined in and he was fucking her mouth. Anna started using her hands as well as her mouth and she found that she loved what she could do with a cock in her mouth, teasing it with her tongue and sucking it deep. Far too soon Mike pulled her off his cock and pulled her back up in his arms. Once more they kissed violently. Soon he had her pinned underneath him, with his knees between her legs. She could feel the hardness of his shaft against her wet pussy and she moved her hips to get him inside. She didn't have to give him any more hints. She was horny and ready for him. She was ripe for his taking. He grabbed her legs and opened her pussy wide, stopping briefly to admire the sight before him, the wet folds opening to invite his manhood inside. He placed his cock against her and started pushing a little bit. Then he leaned forward and kissed Anna deeply, penetrating her mouth with his tongue, as he shoved his cock past her barrier and impaled her on his powerful shaft. Anna cried against his lips and he stopped. A few seconds past and then she started rocking her hips to feel him deeper inside. This was the sign for him to start fucking her for real. He pulled back and slammed back inside her. Each thrust was faster, harder and deeper. He grinded himself against her clit and she cried with passion as their joint rhythm got faster and faster. They held on to each other for dear life. The air was heavy with the musky smell of fucking and their sighs and screams bounced off the walls. Mike's cock fit perfectly inside Anna's tight and wet hole and each withdrawal was followed by a squishy sound as more pussy juices escaped, lubricating their union even further and adding more to their joint pleasure. "Mike," Anna panted. "I have to cum." "Oh yes, baby," he replied, out of breath. "Cum for me. Just cum, baby!" She gave in to the pleasure and just as her cunt held his cock in a series of convulsions he grunted and shoved himself deep one last time before he started shooting his massive load into her womb. They finally collapsed in a heap and lay together, kissing and caressing for a long time before Mike finally pulled out of Anna's cunt. "Mike," Anna said as she nestled against his chest. "Thank you, that was wonderful." "Thank you, my love. Thank you for giving yourself to me." "Are we going to fuck again?" she asked with a shy smile. "I think I might have created a sex monster," Mike laughed. "I was afraid you might be sore. Are you ready for my cock again?" "I think I'll always be ready for your cock." "Good, I like to hear that. Let's go into that tub of yours and have a long, relaxing bath." They got out of bed together and Anna started drawing a bath as Mike went downstairs and got a bottle of wine for them to share. He stepped into the scented bubbles and then Anna followed him, cradled against his chest. They relaxed in the warm bath and Anna giggled as Mike's fingers tweaked her nipples, teased her tits and the found their way into her pussy. She was soon on fire again and she could feel how hard he was against her ass. "Fuck me, Mike," she begged him. "No, my love," he said with a cheeky smile. "This time you're going to fuck me!" "How?" "You're going to ride me. Put your glass to the side and follow my lead." He lifted her hips slightly and she used her arms to stay up as he moved his cock in place at her opening. Then she slowly lowered her body as he fed his cock inside her. She sighed deep with satisfaction as his hard shaft filled her again. He cupped her tits and started nibbling her neck as Anna started riding. The water splashed all over the bathroom as the intensity of their fucking increased. Anna was riding Mike's cock and he met her movements with his hips. Once more they were one and he used his skilful fingers to bring more pleasure to her tits and clit. When they reached another mind-blowing orgasm the tub was almost empty of water and their cries echoed in the tiled space. They towelled each other off and continued Anna's sex education. Next Mike fucked her from behind over the bathroom sink and she watched her face throughout in the mirror in the bathroom cabinet. Then he claimed to need a break for his cock and he fucked her with the dildos he'd bought for her. As dawn approached she was spooned against him as they fucked slowly. It was the longest orgasm coming that night, but the most powerful of them all. As they lay together with his cock safely nested in her tight space, Mike kissed her neck. "You're not on the pill, are you my love?" "No," she replied as it dawned on her what they'd just done. "Good," Mike said with a satisfied voice. "Then you're going to need this." He grabbed her left hand and placed a diamond ring on her finger. "Now that I have you I'll never let you go. I can't wait to see your belly swell under your breasts as our baby grows underneath your heart." Mike's predictions were right. After a private spring wedding their first child was born in early November. He'd changed Anna the Ice Maiden into a horny vixen who often stopped her work during the day to suck off her husband or get a quick fuck in his private bathroom. It was 5 o'clock my work week had just ended. I clocked out and stepped out of the office building, where I work as an office/administrative assistant. I got into my car silver sedan and drove downtown to the diner where my best friend Cianna works. I parked my car at the front of the diner and waited on her. A few minutes later, Cianna came out of the diner in her waitress uniform. She was really happy that day because I saw the smile on her face. "Hey Cianna, how are you today?" I asked her as I started the car. "Great, I just got paid today and got a lot of tips also." Cianna said as she let down her shiny dark auburn red hair. "Good, I got paid too. Working that overtime really does pay." I said happily as we drove over to her place. A couple of minutes later, we had arrived from at Cianna's house, a two-story split level. Once we got inside, we sat ourselves down on the sage-colored living room sofa and took off our shoes. "So how's Talan?" I asked her. Talan's a construction worker who happens to be Cianna's boyfriend. He's tall with dark brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a very built body on him, got muscles on top of muscles. "Talan's doing very well. He's getting a bonus at work from building on the new office building across from the downtown hotel. He's working very hard and we're still dating and all." Cianna replied. "That's very good to hear." I said to her. "Yes, it is. He's going to be a little late getting off work tonight. Would you mind staying here to keep me company?" Cianna asked of me. "Sure, I can keep you company." I replied. Cianna then smiled at me as she sat a little closer beside me. She brushed my black hair aside and softly kissed my lips. Her pink lips were soft like petals and she was a really good kisser. I slowly took off her waitress uniform and then took off her shoes as she continued to kiss my lips. After the kiss, she took me to her bedroom. Once we were there, we sat on the bed facing each other. I returned her kiss that time and I slowly took off her white cotton bra and panties. Her naturally endowed breasts had peaches-and- cream-hued nipples. I heard her gasp as my tongue softly circled both nipples before I sucked them. Her moans and groans were high and soft as she lightly played with my black silk-like hair. I then softly licked and kissed her neck. While I kissed her there, I slowly rubbed her bare womanhood. She moaned and groaned as I pleasured her body. I felt her woman lips getting wet with each rub and stroke I delivered to her pussy. Her womanly juices had leaked into my mouth and tongue. Cianna then got up and kissed my lips some more. She slowly unbuttoned my black jacket as I took off my black heels. We continued kissing as I unzipped my white, long- sleeved blouse and I took it off. Cianna smiled as she looked my ample cleavage peeking from my black and red ruffle demi bra. I unhooked my bra from the back and my endowed breasts were freed. Cianna cupped my breasts into her hands. I gasped as she suckled and licked both of my breasts; I was turned on by her breast play. While she played with my twins, I then unzipped my black skirt and let it fall to the floor. We kissed each other's lips some more as we squeezed and fondled each other's breasts. I felt Cianna's fingers as she rubbed my pussy lips I loudly moaned as my juices were leaking from my pussy. After that, Cianna and I kissed each other's lips again. I slowly took off my matching panties while we kissed. I sat up on the bed as Cianna placed kisses up from the tops of my feet to my inner thighs. I then softly stroked her medium auburn hair which hanged loosely around her shoulders. I loudly gasped as she delivered the first lick to my already wet pussy. I moaned as her tongue gave my pussy a couple of cat-like licks. I felt myself slowly cumming into her mouth as she continued to lick me. Then, I positioned myself on top of Cianna's body and orally played her breasts some more. As I kissed and licked her breasts, I slipped two of my fingers into her wet pussy. I heard her moaned my name as her hands stroked my silky black hair. Suddenly, I felt a large hand stroking up and down one of my thighs. I slowly lifted my head from Cianna's chest and looked to see Talan, who was happy to see the both of us. "Baby, I'm so glad you here. She's just keeping me company because we both got off from work." Cianna said to him as Talan kissed her lips. I got up from Cianna's lightly hair-covered pussy and said hi to Talan. He then looked at me and said, "Hi, how are you?" "I'm good, thanks." I said to Talan with a smile. "Good to hear." Talan said as he gently cupped my face with both of his hands and kissed my lips, tasting the sweet nectar from his girlfriend's woman lips. Cianna and I watched as Talan took off his wife beater tank top. His body hot and ripped in the right places with muscles on top of muscles. He then joined us on the bed and deeply kissed Cianna's lips. Talan and I then softly licked and sucked her full, lush breasts as I slid my fingers down to Cianna's wet pussy, gently rubbing it. She was still very wet from me licking her down there. As I rubbed her pussy, Talan gently pulled me close as he kissed my lips. The man can kiss like nobody's business, his lips were soft and the kisses were warm and sensual. As we kissed, my hand brushed against Talan's crotch and felt his cock that was gradually hardening in his jeans. Talan then caressed and kissed every inch of Cianna's body as he moved lower to her pussy. She still tasted sweet down there as Talan unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. While Talan tasted Cianna's nectar, Talan began stroking his cock through his boxers with one hand while his other hand was on her stomach. Cianna then looked at me and said, "Let me taste your pussy." I then positioned myself, placing my pussy onto Cianna's mouth. I loudly moaned and groaned as she licked my pussy. Her tongue felt so good on my pussy. I felt myself my juices dampening my sugar walls as she licked me again and again. Then, Talan got back and walked around to one side of the bed. He slowly took off his dark gray boxer shorts and freed his nearly hardened cock from them. I gave his cock one long lick before taking it into my mouth. Talan let out a deep, guttural moan as I took my time sucking his cock. His hands ran through my black, silk-like hair while I moaned from Cianna constantly licking my pussy. After tasting Talan's cock, I softly kissed Cianna's lips. Talan had gotten himself ready to get inside Cianna's pussy. I placed my body on top of hers while Talan opened a condom wrapper and put the condom onto his hard cock. Before getting inside Cianna, Talan gave each of our pussies a few licks. Then, he slipped his hard condom-covered cock first into Cianna's pussy. Cianna gasped as she felt Talan's cock inside her. My breasts and Cianna's rubbed against each other as I kissed her neck on both sides. Talan thrusted into Cianna deep and hard as I held Cianna close to me. While he was fucking Cianna's brains out, I felt his fingers rubbing my clit, getting me all nice and wet, which I already was. "Oh, Talan......ohhhhhh......mmmmmmm." Cianna constantly moaned and groaned as Talan was still moving in and out of her pussy. At the same time he's fucking Cianna with his cock; his fingers were still slipping in and out of my pussy, mutually satisfying the both of us. Talan and Cianna came together in one last, passionate-filled gasp as Talan slowly took his still condom-covered cock out from her pussy. Cianna then moved to one of side of the bed as Talan was getting ready to pleasure me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he deeply kissed my lips. Cianna watched as Talan kissed every inch of my voluptuous body. As Cianna watched, she began touching herself. She started touching her body; she squeezed one of her breasts with one hand and rubbed her pussy with the other hand. I constantly moaned and groaned at the feel of his hands and mouth on my breasts. Cianna then moved on over to the bed and sat behind Talan as he moved lower to my wet chocolate pussy. I loudly gasped as he delivered the first long lick to my pussy while Cianna was on top of Talan, planting licks and kisses up and down his back. With his cock still hard and Cianna's body on top of me, Talan slowly slipped his hard, condom-covered cock into my chocolate pussy and I gasped at the feel of him inside me. His hands rested on my hips while Cianna and I squeezed each other's breasts. Talan thrusted into me deep and fast. Cianna leaned back as she kissed Talan's lips. As she kissed him, Cianna said to Talan, "I want you to make her come, baby. Fuck her sweet chocolate pussy." Talan fucked my pussy, deeper and faster, making me moan and groan louder than expected. Our collective orgasms were spent within moments. After a few more thrusts, he took his vanilla cock out, removed the condom, and came onto Cianna's firm, round backside. His vanilla man milk dripped from her backside to my pussy lips. Talan gently rubbed his wet cock onto her backside as Cianna kissed my lips and neck before Talan got to kiss me. The three of us playing together was great way to end a busy day and a start to a new weekend. **THE END** |
I've known Greg for about three years: we met when dorm assignments were first made and we got roomed together. Thankfully we got along right off the bat, and we ended up finding a place off-campus with a couple of friends the next year before we got ourselves a two bedroom place with Greg's girlfriend, Melissa, this year. The two of them hooked up a couple of times in Freshman year and stayed friendly through the rest of the year. But the first time the two of them saw each other again after that first summer apart? Shit, man – sparks flew. They've been totally inseparable ever since. And recently that's kinda what I'd been worrying about: Melissa landed one of those "semester abroad" things, and headed off to Paris for four months. Greg seemed pretty psyched for her when he told me about it initially, but she'd only been gone for a week before I could start to see it eating him up a bit. I mean, who wouldn't worry? She's 21, slim and tight-bodied with an ass to die for (Greg's words, not mine – though I wouldn't exactly disagree with him on it) and – given how often I hear her and Greg going at it through the wall – she's got a fairly healthy sexual appetite to keep sated. I know Greg loves her way too much to ever cheat on her, but Melissa? I mean, I don't want to say I think she would, but when you look as good as she does and there's a city full of suave European motherfuckers laying it on smooth with their fancy accents... Let's just say I'm trying to be a good friend to Greg this semester in case he has heartbreak to deal with at the end of it. A couple of days ago he got back from his early morning class while I was still eating cereal and watching cartoons in my underwear. Neither of us had anywhere to be until a friend's DJ set at 11 that evening, so we'd planned a day of toking up and playing Xbox. Sure, I could've been working on my Organic Chem assignment, but Greg had seemed extra down the past couple of days and the class is nothing I can't handle with a cram session the night before the midterm, so I'd agreed. I was expecting a fairly low-key day, mostly with me trying to cheer him up, but he threw me totally off when he bounded in the door like a puppy. He tossed his backpack in the corner and leapt onto the couch next to me. "What the hell, man?! I nearly spilled my fucking Cheerios!" I yelled at him. He just waved me off in response and pulled his phone out his pocket. "You ready for this?" he asked. "For what?" He tapped his finger to the screen and held it there, opening a side-on snap of Melissa standing nude, her hand carefully held to cover her nipple with a coy smile on her face. I was shocked to the point where I couldn't even think straight to say anything until the 5 second timer on the photo ran out. "Dude! Ga- Wha-" I spluttered. He looked up at me from the message he was typing back to her, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "Hot as fuck, right?" he said, his smile still stretching from ear-to-ear. "Well... fuck, yeah – obviously. But that's not cool, man: that kinda shit's meant to be private." I felt weird even having to say this to him: Greg's normally a really cool, reasonable guy and going behind Melissa's back didn't seem like something I'd ever see him do. "Not when you have permission to share, it isn't," he retorted, "See?" He held up his phone, showing me the message she sent immediately following the picture: ** let me kno how finley reacts lol "So... she wanted you to show that to me?" I ventured. He nodded then went back to typing his reply, staring at the screen as he talked. "We talked before she left for Paris about what we'd do about, y'know, sexual tension and stuff while she was away. We agreed to a couple of one-off and reoccurring things we'd be okay with each other doing: she's can bag one French dude once, any time," I watched his typing slow a little at that, and saw him swallow hard – he obviously wasn't quite as comfortable with it as he hoped he'd be – but he became more chipper again as he continued, "she can get down with a girl there if she meets one, and she's got one get-out-of-jail- free card for anything that happens during the big party the last week she's there." He finished sending the message and put his phone down on the table between us and the TV. "There's apparently going to be a big hot tub party or something up at a ski resort: one of the girls who did the transfer term last year told her about the sort of parties this fancy elite French school throws. Sounds pretty legendary." I nodded along through his whole explanation, slightly surprised by all this, but happy to see they hadn't been stupid enough to think neither of them would be tempted by anything other than their own right hands during their time apart. "Sweet, so in exchange you got to be able to share nudie pictures of her with me...?" I let it hang there while I got back to work on my cereal before it got soggy, waiting for the other shoe to drop on this (seemingly) really lopsided deal. "One girl, one night this semester. And spring break is a free-for-all." "Uh huh..." I trailed off again, still not seeing why he'd want to make one of his 'freebies' being able to share her pictures with me. Greg suddenly realised what I was thinking and raised his hands defensively. "Oh, dude, no – it's cool. It was Mel's idea to have me share her pics with you, same as it was mine to say it was cool for her to get with a girl. Basically she wants to repay you for being my'moral guardian'," he raised his fingers in air quotes as he said it, "In other words: you're in charge of making sure I don't break our agreements and fuck more than one girl while she's away. You know, in case I go off on a crazy coke binge and bring back a dozen strippers one night." I snorted with laughter at the thought: I highly doubted I was going to have much trouble making sure that the quiet, stay-at-home guy that Greg is wasn't going to sleep with too many women. Especially not when he was getting spank material like that from Melissa. "Heh, well, I'll do my best to stay on top of that." I replied. Greg's phone buzzed on the table and he snatched it up immediately. He read the message, smiling to himself again, before turning the screen to me so I could read the thread between him and Melissa. * Just checked it out with Finley. Babe, you are utterly stunning. And a total tease :p You were right, it was worth not saying anything to Fin before now. His jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw it! Just explained everything to him now tho ** haha! well i hav 2 go 2 evening class now :( but i might hav another 1 for you boys later ;) b good + enjoi ur games! x It felt weird having her address the two of us in her message, but it made sense since she knew I had to have been right beside Greg to have seen the picture that he opened just a minute before. Greg fired off a quick response then tossed his phone aside and grabbed his controller from the coffee table. He nodded at the bong sitting on the table in front of us then up at the huge flatscreen TV we'd splurged out combined Christmas cash and student loan payouts on. "Shall we?" ––- Over the next few weeks Greg and I fell into some interesting patterns: every few days Greg would announce he'd been sent some new snaps and we'd check out what he'd received from Melissa that day. We'd sit beside each other on the couch, Greg would take his phone out, tap his finger to the screen and we'd silently appreciate the photo that Melissa had graced us with. Sometimes Greg would ask for my input on the response he wrote back (which usually only amount to "Hot DAMN!" or something similar, but still – we wanted to show her our appreciation), and sometimes he'd just click the screen off after we viewed the last picture and that would be that. I could tell sometimes that he'd already checked out most of the day's photos as there were only two or three he had left to open. On days where he hadn't opened any, there were sometimes nearly a dozen. I felt weird the first few times, but the texts that came along with them made it really clear that Mel knew I was part of the audience and she seemed to really enjoy having the extra set of eyes checking them out. Not that I was complaining, of course. I was worried that the PG-13 style of pictures she was sending might start getting boring after a while, but she knew how to keep things interesting without showing everything in her photos. The one photo that stuck in my memory was one where she was winking at the camera with her bedsheet held between her teeth so it draped over her body, her rock-hard nipples straining through the fabric, clear as day. I definitely kept the mental image of that one alive with my regular visits to the spank-bank to check it out again. Which brings me to the other interesting habit we'd gotten into: the sudden retreats to our rooms after these photo-sharing sessions. The first few times after checking out the photos we'd sat and chatted awkwardly for a while before one of us had to 'go and, uhh, check my student account' or some other paper-thin excuse, but pretty quickly we both just accepted what we were (very obviously) doing in our respective rooms after seeing Melissa's pictures and we'd almost immediately hop up after the last photo closed, giving each other a knowing grin as we parted at our doors. It was a little weird stroking myself to pictures of my buddy's girlfriend, but knowing he was doing the same thing on the other side of the wall between our rooms somehow made it feel a little less strange. The hardest part was keeping the mental image stable in my mind. Blame it on video games, the 24/7 availability of high-def streaming porn or my pot-addled brain, but my attention would wander after a few seconds of thinking about Melissa and I'd suddenly be struggling to stay hard because I was thinking about what I was going to eat next, or what my plans for Saturday night were. It wasn't hard to snap my brain back to thinking about the day's pictures, but it was difficult to keep my focus without an image to look at. Sometimes I resorted to pulling up porn, looking for caramel-skinned girls with curly hair who could pass for her if I squinted a bit, other times it was the memory of how she sounded through the wall while she was fucking Greg that helped push me over the brink. Greg and I never talked about what we were doing directly, but we started joking with each other about making sure our hands were clean before we started cooking, or about the sudden surge in Kleenex usage in the apartment. I noticed we both seemed far less bothered about hiding our morning wood when we were wandering around the apartment – after all, every time we stood up from the couch after looking at Melissa's photos we were both sporting full hard-ons that needed attending to. One day midway through the semester I came back from my evening class to find Greg sitting on the couch, still in his pyjama pants and a ratty old T-shirt, completely engrossed in something he was doing on his laptop: a mess of wires snaking back and forth between it and the TV. "What you up to there?" I yelled across as I grabbed a can of pop and a bowl of leftovers from the fridge. "I got a video from Mel today for Valentines, figured I might as well see if I can play it on the big screen rather than this," he lifted his phone from the table next to him to show me, another cable running out of it toward his laptop, "do it justice, y'know?" I threw the leftovers in the microwave and nodded, but he didn't look up. I watched him click things and double-check cables as his attention flitted between his phone, the laptop and the TV screen for a few minutes before the microwave dinged and I grabbed my bowl. "I've got a bit of work I need to do, wanna give me a shout when it's ready?" I asked as I walked past him on the way to my room. "Yeah, sure," he responded absently, "will do." I was almost done with my weekly online quiz when I heard Greg's shout of "Eureka!" through the wall. I skimmed the last question, picked an answer half at random and submitted the quiz. 87% - that would definitely suffice. I downed the last of my pop and tossed the can into the garbage in the corner, where it landed in a soft bed of balled-up tissues – we'd had a pretty stellar week from Melissa already. After dropping my bowl in the sink I walked back over and sat down next to Greg. He'd tidied up the spider's-web of overlapping cables, reducing it to one between his phone and the laptop and two between the laptop and the big screen. He lifted his phone, clicked open the app and triumphantly swiped his screen with two fingers. It went black and its contents appeared on the laptop. Two quick keystrokes on the laptop's keyboard and the process repeated itself, the laptop screen falling black as it sent the content of Greg's phone screen to the TV. "Nice job, eh?" he asked, turning to me with a self-satisfied smile plastered on his face. "Yeah," I replied – genuinely impressed with his MacGyvering, "it's not even stretched." Greg grinned to himself again and leant over to the laptop, moving his finger on the touch pad until he saw the cursor on the TV screen. He lined it up over the 'play' button on the video clip and raised his eyebrow as if to ask "ready?" I nodded and sat back, curious as to what Melissa had sent him. Or, rather, what she'd sent us. As the video started up with Melissa's face, her slightly uneven smile filling the screen, I noticed that the end time on progress bar across the bottom read 5m43s. Damn... I was expecting a quick 30 second thing where she'd say something cute about missing Greg on Valentine's and maybe flash her tits at us, if we were lucky – but it looked like we were in for way more of a treat than that: we couldn't see much below her shoulders initially as she started the camera recording, but as soon as she stepped back we got a full body view of her in a stunning black dress with a neckline that plunged almost to her bellybutton. She blew a kiss to the camera and started moving to the music that was just barely audible in the video and let me tell you: the girl knows how to move. Her hips swayed as she ran her hands down her side, biting her lower lip as she pulled her hands in toward her crotch following the curve of her hipbones, eventually running them down her inner thighs. She made eye contact with us through the camera again at that point, a sultry look I'd never seen from her that immediately put a lump in my throat and sent any blood left in my brain racing down to my junk. I shifted in my seat, trying to discretely adjust the erection I'd just sprung that was painfully obvious in my jeans. I looked across at Greg, whose eyes were glued to the screen, and couldn't help but see the tent he was sporting in his flannel pyjama pants. I turned my attention back to the screen just in time to see Melissa stand back up, having just slid her lacy black thong down and off from under her dress – it dangled from her finger as she shot another look that felt way more personal than anything I'd ever seen from her before. Just as I started to wonder if this was even meant to be something that I was privy to, Melissa spoke to us again. "Hope you two boys are enjoying this," her voice was rich and smooth, unlike the usually bubbly and friendly tone I usually heard from her, "but you'd better strap yourselves in: it's only going to get better." She tossed the thong aside and my stomach did a full backflip. We were still only a minute into this striptease and I'd already all but forgotten the bedsheet photo in comparison to what had happened in this video already. I heard Greg whisper "Jesus Christ..." under his breath as Melissa slipped one shoulder out the dress, carefully holding the strap with two fingers and lowering it just enough that the hanging fabric still covered her nipple – but only barely. She crossed her other arm over her body to slip the other off and let them drop at just the right moment so her crossed arms covered her breasts. Like I said: the girl knew what she was doing. Melissa started turning as she kept swaying to the music, lifting her arms up and over her head once her back was fully turned to us, the top half of the dress now hanging down inside-out from her midriff where her belt held it in place. With a sly look over her shoulder at us, Melissa winked and lowered her hands to her waist. Through the tinny audio I heard the unbuckling of her belt, and I saw the dress shift how it hung a little as she pulled the belt out and dropped it to the side with one hand, keeping the dress held in place with the other. I swallowed hard again at the sight of my best friend's girlfriend – nude but for a scrap of cloth she looked like she was just about to drop – and felt my cock pulse again, my erection as hard as I could ever remember one being. Finally, the dress dropped and we got a glorious view of Melissa's round, taught, perfectly-formed ass – her legs parted just enough that I was sure I caught a glimpse of her labia between them before she turned side-on, hand covering her nipple, to shoot another smoldering look at us. I was so gobsmacked and my attention so fixated on the screen that I barely noticed Greg shifting beside me, and probably wouldn't have broken my gaze at the screen if he hadn't spoken then. "Sorry, man, but if I'm only gonna to get to watch this once I'm going to make the most of it and appreciate it properly." I started to turn toward him, intending to ask what he meant by that, but by the time I made the quarter-turn to face him he'd already slipped his cock out of his pants and had started stroking it. I didn't really intend to look but, y'know, it was there, and once my eyes glanced at it I couldn't un-see it: his cock was probably about the same size as mine, around 6" or so, but he had a significantly thicker shaft at the base that thinned out through its length to a fairly small, dark head that his foreskin slicked back and over with each stroke. I probably only saw it for half a second or so before I whipped my head back to the screen where Melissa had just taken her hands from her tits and was back to dancing to the music – giving us a fantastic ¾-turn shot of her totally nude body from the front, one leg slightly in front of the other to keep her crotch hidden... for now. My voice caught in my throat as I tried to word a response to Greg, but nothing came out so I just kept my view on the screen and tried not to notice the repetitive motion in Greg's lap at the edge of my vision. If anything, though, it just made ignoring my own wanting cock even more difficult: Melissa was putting on a hell of a show (she'd just moved her leg to give a full-frontal shot, revealing a perfectly-shaped landing strip shaved into her pubic hair), Greg was beside me taking care of himself and I was trying my utmost to record every second of the video to memory for mental playback. Greg grunted a little – even though it was obvious he was attempting to stay as quiet as possible with me right beside him – and I thought 'Fuck it'. "I'll join you, man," I heard myself say, almost not even aware it was me saying it, "if that's okay?" I chanced a look across at Greg again – keeping my eyes high – to read his reaction, unsure what he'd make of it. He grinned in response, looking away from the screen for only a moment to smile and nod at me – his eyes already locked back on the TV by the time he started speaking. "Fuck yeah, go for it! I was starting to worry I'd freaked you out." "Nah, it's cool," I replied, already slipping my belt buckle loose – suddenly becoming acutely aware that only two minute of the video remained, "this just isn't quite the direction I expected this evening to go in!" He chuckled a bit and I caught him quickly glance over as I pulled my cock out. I wondered briefly what he made of it (I'm sure it would only take a day or two before he'd make some crack about my ginger pubes, at very least), and whether he did what I'd done a moment before and immediately noted the differences between his own and mine. I'd never seen an uncut cock in the flesh outside of the gym before, and never seen one hard except in porn. Given what I knew about Greg, I doubted he'd ever seen another guy's erection in person either. But there wasn't really time to think much about it then, with the seconds on the one-time-only video inexorably counting down. The last two minutes of the video was a blur to me: the show Melissa gave up on screen was utterly incredible, and it didn't take long for me to feel close to blowing my load after I started jerking to it. I pulled myself back from the edge with 30 seconds left to go in the video, and ramped back up just in time to send a splatter of cum up and over my shirt as the last few seconds of the video played out, with Melissa lying on the bed, rubbing her clit and moaning softly as she looked straight through the screen at us. Just as I started to spurt I heard Greg gasp and caught sight of him sending a string of cum almost straight up in the air, it coming splattering down in a mess all over his cock and pubes. Neither of us quite knew what to say, or how to acknowledge what had just happened, so we just on the couch as we caught our breaths for a minute or so, the TV screen now blank, with our hands, shirts and cocks in a sticky mess. Eventually, I started to my feet, heading for the washroom. "I call first dibs on the shower," I quipped back over my shoulder, "want me to toss you some Kleenex?" "Uhh, yeah, good call," Greg replied. With my clean hand I grabbed the box from the counter and tossed it over to Greg. We each gave the other small, bashful smiles as we made eye contact for the first time since the end of the video, before I turned away again and headed into the washroom. |
Gaylee couldn't believe that her husband Jarrod had agreed to such a wild and crazy idea in a strip poker game as offering me to be a sex slave to a couple for 30 days. Yes, it was a wild fantasy of mine but that's all it was. Here we were in a cabin outside of Flagstaff Az. Jarold in a cock cage, Gaylee tightly tied to a chair, no way to escape her roped hands and feet. She was dressed in a 'hot mama' tank top yellow shirt, blue shorts, and Nike running shoes. She wore no bra or panties so her nipples pointed through the flimsy material between the 'hot mama' logo on her shirt. "How much money did you owe?" she said with disgust in her voice. "$10,000 which of course we didn't have." "You sold me for $10,000." "My understanding was for one day which we agreed and discussed not 30 days of sex with someone foreign to me," Jarold replied. "And certainly no cock cage. It means watching my wife." "It means whatever they want they get." They were given drinks upon arrival and both promptly passed out, being bound and a cock cage is used. They didn't have to wait long as Mr. and Mrs. Zimmer returned with groceries and other goodies that weren't visible. "This is my wife Maureen who will assist me. My name is Hans.' "You may as well get comfortable for our pleasure. Let me pull your shirt up passed the rope so it can be cut off." Maureen like a surgeon cut the shirt off. She then undid her shorts and pulled them off leaving Gaylee naked. "What is your bra size?" Hans asked. "If you must know they're 32DD. Why do you ask?" "Outfits, sex toys, nipple enhancers," he said with lust on his mind. "Want a little dessert before the main course dear?" "Of course dear, top or bottom," she said. "How could Hans say no to those 32DD erogenous mounds of conical flesh?" "The shaved pussy awaits me," she said with hunger in her eyes. Maureen got on her knees and began licking Gaylee's slit making her wet even though she was tied up. "Your breasts should be worshipped," Hans said again with a look of passion. He lifted one breast and then the other feeling them in great detail, deciding which one was better left or right. He sucked on both nipples like a baby wanting milk from his mother making Gaylee moan with pleasure as he sucked on her firm pleasure toys. Maureen now had her tongue inside her pussy and was licking her clit looking for the 'G' spot which would send her into orbit. Jarold was in pain wanting to fuck his wife but unable to do anything with the cock cage on. He considered fighting Hans but knew he had no chance. Hans was still busy with Gaylee's perfect breasts. He stared at her cleavage and moved his fingers up and down like a cock. He pushed them together till they touched each other feeling how firm they were. He whispered in her ear. "I'm going to fuck them nice and slow. Your MILF body is perfect for what we want." "Does your husband fuck your titties?" "He has," she replied. "Pornhub is going to love you, dear. Your hot body will be featured for 1000's to see. When Hans's titty fucks you over and over the world will know. All the while Maureen was getting Gaylee hotter and hotter with her cunt licking. The juices were beginning to flow as there was a small puddle of love juice on the chair and Gaylee was beginning to squirm with the pleasure Maureen was giving her. "Put your cock in me, Hans, please," she cried. Hans unzipped his pants letting them fall to the floor. He had no shorts on so his huge cock, 8" stood at attention pointing directly at Gaylee who was afraid but excited. How could one be reluctant and excited at the same time? While Maureen was taking good care of Gaylee's cunt Hans had gone back to work on her playboy quality rack of passion. He kneaded her like a teenage boy for the first time touching all of the flesh. He was like a kid in a candy store and she was the prize. He bit down on her nipples making them hard. He then put the areolas and nipples in his mouth using his tongue, pretending they were candy. Her pussy and nipples were on fire sending lusty thoughts to her brain. She was being taken by this strange couple and loving it. A woman was satisfying my pussy, and a man worshipping my breasts waiting to fuck them with an 8" cock. "Bring it on baby," she cried out. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." "Make my cock wet for me slut," as he shoved it in her mouth immediately sliding it back and forth. "I want it to slide freely in your beautiful tits. Arch your back so they stick out like ripe melons." Suddenly Maureen stopped, stood up, and stripped her clothes off revealing a hairy bush and big breasts that hung on her chest. Hans was enjoying the cock sucking as much as Gaylee. It was going down her pretty throat, Hans was in danger of cumming from her technique so he stopped and waited to let Gaylee get her breath from the deep throating she was doing. Maureen lifted one of her big breasts so Gaylee could suck on it. Hans having recovered leaned on the chair and stuck his cock in her sopping wet pussy and thrust all 8" in. Gaylee screamed with passion as the cock mixed with her wet juices. Hans pumped back and forth while Maureen had her tits in Gaylee's face. Gaylee came over and over again. Hans pulled his now throbbing cock out of her pussy and asked Maureen to step back so he could fuck her titties. As he pushed her melons together Gaylee held her breasts together with her hands which Hans had freed up. Covered in saliva and pussy juice it slid freely back and forth hitting the bottom of her chin with the massive head he had on his cock. She loved this as much as Hans did but Jarold hated to see his favorite toys being used by another man. "Fuck em, Hans. Fuck my titties for me. You feel so good, she said." "The head loves to come out of your firm breast flesh and pop free. It's the best pair in the world on a woman who knows what to do. Make me spurt baby all over you." Gaylee stopped and stared at the huge cock, holding it like an idol stroking it gently before putting it back where it belonged. She wanted to feel his hot sticky goo on her. It was so dirty and filthy but exciting for her. She waited until his cock was in the middle of his thrusting and pushed on her round firm mounds even more and wiggled her breasts back and forth making his cock head feel so good. "You like fucking my tits," she said. "I can see it in your eyes. You made me cum good so I'm gonna take good care of you." "My titties love that big cock you have. Please cum all over me. My face, my mouth, my tits." Hans continued to thrust back and forth feeling the firm flesh which was turning red from the friction. Gaylee pulled his cock out and began to rub the precum on her nipples making them sensitive to any touching. He wanted to cum but fucking them made him want to go on forever. What a fuck toy he had for a month! Gaylee's nipple stroking felt so good. What a beautiful pair! Hans never wanted it to ever end. Gaylee loved it for all the attention her prized beauties were getting. She paused for a minute edging him. "Where do you want to cum? Or should I just stroke you all night." "Look me in the eyes and fuck me some more." Gaylee put the throbbing rod back between her breasts, squeezing it tight and did her magic with her titties. She held her hands while he pumped some more enjoying that special feeling the fucking was giving him. Her eyes said it all. Fuck my titties. Finally, Hans could take no more and he erupted like a dam unable to hold it back anymore. The first burst hit her in the eyes closing them up with the glue-like substance. With her mouth open and her tongue sticking out he deposited some, in fact, a lot. He saved the rest for her beautiful titties which stuck out like large white cones. He sprayed them with cum covering her nipples and neck as it pooled there. "You had lots of cum for me." She wiped her eyes and tasted the man juice slurping it down with the rest of the cum in her mouth. She felt satisfied for now. What a double fucking she received. ***** "How much more can a man take Gaylee," Jarold said speaking to her softly. "For now you'll have to be brave and take the torture," she said. "What a stupid bet you made Jarold." "Dumb. Dumb." "Hans was eating out of my hand. My strip-tease taking off my clothes had him and his wife so hot. Did you see the look on his face when he saw my titties for the first time?" "No." "Lust wasn't the word. He had an appetite and hunger in his eyes that frightened me. Maureen was giving you the eye Jarold. She was trying to show you her big breasts. Her chest was stuck out and she was cupping them. You saw." "Maureen was horny that's all." "Men's brains are between their legs." Hans and Maureen returned from the kitchen with food, nicely prepared. There was roast beef, potatoes, dinner rolls, and broccoli on serving trays. Gaylee and Jarold hungrily downed the food as they had gone a long time without a meal. "While penetration is impossible for you Jarrod eating my wife's pussy will make her very happy as well as giving her breasts a thorough massaging and nipple biting. She's a passionate woman who has grown rather tired of me and needs fresh blood. Do a good job to avoid punishment to you and your wife. Don't make me get out the bamboo and ropes." Maureen stripped herself naked for Jarold and walked over to where he was sitting and cupping her large gourds of pleasure popped one of them in his mouth. "Bite my nipple baby," she asked Jarold who complied by biting down hard causing her to moan with pleasure. Jarold grabbed her breast with both hands kneading the flesh. He did the same to the other breast and she turned to putty as he began giving her the full treatment of breast play. Hans, on the other hand had ideas for Gaylee. He started by untying her warning sternly not to try and getaway. Gaylee lay naked on the couch showing every curve of her sexy body. Hans ran his hands up and down her body touching her hair, face, neck, breasts, stomach, pussy, legs, and feet. He had a soft tingling touch that aroused Gaylee, hoping for more and she got several long sensitive touches from Hans including his biting ear lobes, sucking on her magnificent breasts which he had already become addicted to, her pussy slit, and finally her toes. Jarold was now on his knees with his face in Maureen's pussy licking her pussy lips and pushing his tongue lapping her juices which were cumming out of her vagina. At least, for now, Maureen was happy with the treatment she was getting. She was horny and being fulfilled by Jarold. Hans was looking for more action from Gaylee who was surprised to see a tent so soon in his pants. What she didn't know was Hans had taken one of the blue pills so his erection would last for a long time. Hans stripped his clothes off and lay down next to Gaylee on the couch. He held her very close and tightly kissing her deeply using his tongue, pressing her breasts on his chest feeling her nipples getting hard, and his hands were gripping her firm ass pulling her pussy close to him feeling the wetness in spite of her peril. "Your ass feels so good Gaylee. Maybe a good fucking is in order for it." "Later Hans, much later," she said. "Why waste your time on my asshole when you can fuck a pussy which is on fire and your favorite part which is dying for your hot cum. Don't neglect the titties. They're your favorite part of my body Spray them with cum after fucking them." "You're right Gaylee," Hans said. "Don't you think my breasts are to die for?" Hans moved his hands from her ass to her perfect pleasure points and kneaded them like bread dough. "Be right back," he said. "Don't move." Hans came back from the kitchen with a large bottle of olive oil which made Gaylee smile. "Salad before the main course?" Hans put Gaylee flat on her back and poured out a few ounces of oil on her breasts, stomach, pussy, and legs. As he rubbed the slippery oil into her naked body Gaylee shuttered in delight as his hands touched her titties and pussy. While Jarold wanted to fuck Maureen he was content with pleasing her pussy and breasts. She was one hot mama who acted like she hadn't been fucked in years. Maybe, just maybe Hans will take the cock cage off so she can be fucked properly. As she cried out Hans smiled knowing she was getting some semblance of a piece of ass. It would keep her quiet so he could concentrate on Gaylee. Hans could feel the slippery body of Gaylee as she moved back and forth on Hans. "Tell me what you're gonna do to me." Hans responded by sliding his 8" cock past her pussy lips into her hot box of love. She yelped as he pushed it all the way into her. "Whores are fucked over and over," he said as he slid back and forth sliding freely from the olive oil. He grabbed her orbs from the sides and squeezed like checking a piece of fruit to see if it was ripe. They were and he hungrily bit them. He tried to bite her nipples off like chocolate covered raisins but she only screamed. "More baby more. Fuck my hot pussy and squeeze my titties. Aren't they the best you've ever had? Prove it Hans." Her MILF body had Hans in her spell now. Tits are power. Magnificent tits rule men. Hans is addicted to them. She smiled as he felt her olive oiled cover breasts so slippery and so fuckable which she would let him do after she came. Right now her clit needed attending to just like Maureen. "Fuck Maureen," she cried out to Hans. Hans said nothing but got up and went to the corner of the room grabbing a bamboo switch. He turned Gaylee over and hit her over and over until her ass cheeks were pink. "Don't ever tell Hans what to do ever. Do you understand slave?" "Yes master. Don't hurt me. Fuck me like a whore." Hans smiled knowing he was in control again. He looked over at Maureen and saw how happy she was and decided to stop. He had a whole month to do whatever he wanted and he had big plans. For now, he was going to enjoy the lush body he had on the couch fucking her oil-covered slippery body. As he slid in he felt no urge to cum but Gaylee was squirming underneath him. Her cunt felt so good as he slid back and forth in ecstasy. Like Maureen Gaylee was cumming and she cried out like the sex slave she was. She screamed over and over leaking pussy juice on the couch. Wow! Knowing that his wife Maureen was happy for the moment and Gaylee seemed to be content with the fucking she just got he knew it was his turn. Time to fuck her titties again. "You know what we're going to do next Gaylee but there is a problem you can help me solve." "What's the problem Hans? You're gonna fuck my mountains of pleasure." "There are at least 6 positions to do a titty fuck. You can get on top. I can get on top of you. I can sit on the couch and you can get on your knees in front of me. I can do it from the side-lying down. I can lay down and you can get between my legs. Or since I'm so tall we can stand up and do it. I want to try all of them." "I'll get on top and let my titties find your cock." Gaylee who was really enjoying the breast attention found his cock and slid back and forth for a minute giving him a chance to see how it feels. She got on her back and let him slide back and forth while he held her titties as she was getting fucked. This was a double dose because he could fuck and hold on to her mountains of flesh. They tried from the side which worked with Gaylee holding onto her breasts keeping Hans in the slippery cleavage. As Hans sat on the edge she wrapped her tits around his cock pushing them together while he slid in and out. It was almost the same feeling when he lay down and she lifted his legs up finding his cock. The standing would be fine in the shower but overall a bit awkward. Lying on her back with Hans straddling the body was the best way. He pushed her titties together held the globes in his hand and slid his 8" cock back and forth. Gaylee who learned things as a swinger took his head in her mouth when it exited her breasts. Hans slowed down so he could savor the sucking he was getting in addition to the fucking and the fact that his hands were filled with flesh. Plus with the Viagra he felt as if he could fuck for a long time and he did. After 5 minutes he would pull his cock out and rub it back and forth on her areolas and nipples making them stand at attention. Hans put his cock back in her lovely valley and fucked for another 5 minutes to the delight of Gaylee. She was enjoying the goddess-like attention she was receiving. Hans took his slippery cum tool and shoved it into her waiting mouth. Instantly her lips and tongue went to work making it harder than it was before. She was a pro from her swinging days and knew how to suck a cock. The slurping sound drove him crazy with passion. He finally pulled out and decided to cum on her tits but Gaylee had other plans and stroked him rotating her hand on the huge rod. In a few seconds he let out a groan and as she pointed it directly at her tits it exploded all over them painting an erotic picture for the camera. He unloaded another huge amount on her body likely what 3 men would have. "I've got a new name for my tits," she announced. "What's that," asked Hans. "I'm going to call them cum catchers" Exhausted they called it a night. Gaylee thought how her cum catchers kept his cock out of her asshole. She patted her beauties and went to sleep. |
It was going to be Catherine's wedding and I wanted to give both her and her mom a special treat for Catherine's upcoming wedding: a deep tissue massage. Catherine's mom, Ann, our next door neighbor, had been talking to me about the stress both she and Catherine were under with the upcoming wedding. Plans, arrangements, changing guest lists, personality conflicts and all that went into planning a big event, that was supposed to be perfect and that was a once in a lifetime occurrence for a young woman, was causing the both of them great stress. I offered to pay for a free massage for both Ann and Catherine. It would be at the Pine Tree Spa near our homes. Unknown to Ann and Catherine Pine Tree Spa was a massage parlor that unlike many would cater to women as well as men. I had been going there for years to receive fantastic massages and great happy endings. My wife was deceased and I was on my own and really hadn't desired getting into another relationship. During my many visits I would occasionally be serviced by the madam, Suki. We would engage in pleasuring each other orally and then engage in intercourse. She enjoyed the sexual pleasure I provided her and the attentiveness to her needs, and so would substitute regularly for the usual girls. On one of my visits I inquired whether women could use the spa's services including happy endings. Suki informed me that they could but only by appointment; they couldn't accommodate walk-ins. In that case she would line up a girl if the woman wanted to be pleasured by a woman, or she would line up one of her two men, Bae and Jin, who usually performed house calls but who could also do their work at Pine Tree. With that in mind and on my next visit after making Suki reach a climax three times I asked if she ever filmed customers. She said for a fee of $500 and for special customers like me who were regulars she could provide this service, but I had to promise to never release the video on the Internet. She had two rooms that were outfitted with cameras that were hidden well but would provide multiple angles. When she told me which ones I remarked that she and I had been in both of those rooms and she laughed and said, "I keep memories of our times together, Mike. You bring me much pleasure on cold and lonely nights even when you are not with me physically." She continued, "Also it's my insurance that you won't misuse the films you wish to keep for yourself." She slyly grinned at me and leaning over kissed the head of my naked cock. "I want to keep our special relationship going." With that in mind I purchased gift certificates for both Catherine and Ann to use at the Pine Tree Spa. Ann called and made appointments directly with Suki, as I had instructed her. Both showed up together, deciding to turn their day into a combination of massage, lunch, and shopping afterwards. Suki later told me that both Ann and Catherine showed up on time together. Suki had waived off other male customers so Ann and Catherine wouldn't be shocked by a naked man walking in the hallway. And fortunately no men walked in during the 9 to 11 am timeslot she had arranged with both Ann and Catherine. She escorted both to their respective rooms and informed them that they would both receive table showers which would include washing their hair unless they opted out. She said both were curious what a table shower was so they both accepted. She told both to get undressed and to wrap the large bath towels that had been provided for them to cover their entire torsos. Ann's Massage: After Ann was undressed Jasmine took Ann to the shower room. She asked for Ann's towel. Ann balked at first not realizing that she was going to be naked in front of a stranger in order to be showered. Jasmine explained to her that she had done this many times with many women and it was nothing to be self-conscious about. Ann reluctantly handed Jasmine her large bath towel and Jasmine told her to lie face down on the shower table which had already been warmed up with hot water. She placed a small hand towel over Ann's bottom to at least start her off with a sense of being minimally covered. Jasmine warmed up Ann's body with hot water and then proceeded to lather her up with a loofah sponge. In the process she removed the towel which had been covering Ann's butt. Ann didn't object. This gave Jasmine a clue as to how far she could go with Ann. Jasmine continued to vigorously scrub Ann's body with the soapy loofah. Then she did as she normally did with male customers and used her soapy, slippery hands to lather up Ann's naked body. As she passed her hands over Ann's pale white, naked butt and then between Ann's legs she half expected Ann to object; but she didn't. To comfort Ann, however, she did explain that this was all part of the sensual Asian experience of complete attention to the customer. After rinsing Ann off she asked her to turn over on her back. She placed small hand towels over Ann's pubic region and barely over her small breasts. She then asked if she wanted her hair washed and conditioned. Ann responded to Jasmine that that would be nice. Jasmine spent a great deal of time massaging Ann's scalp and relaxing her. After applying conditioner to Ann's hair she proceeded to lather up the loofah and to lather up Ann's body. Starting on her feet and her legs she moved up to Ann's naked hips, her torso, and her shoulders and arms. She then set aside the loofah and began to work the same areas with her bare, slippery hands. When she reached Ann's hips she folded the towel so it exposed more of Ann's smooth white belly. Then she moved up and folded the towel over Ann's breasts so that it only covered Ann's dark brown nipples in a thin lateral strip. She worked her hands around Ann's breasts massaging Ann's breasts until she simply removed the strip of cloth and worked her hands around Ann's whole bare chest. Moving her hands down to Ann's belly she rolled down the strip of washcloth until Ann's whole groin was naked. She lathered up Ann's black pubic hair and then adjusting Ann's legs out she worked her fingers down between her legs on either side of Ann's dark pink pussy lips. Jasmine said that by this time Ann was thoroughly into the pleasurable sensations of being touched and washed in this way. Her pussy was beginning to show it; it was opening up. Jasmine finished by rinsing Ann's hair and body off, toweling her off, and escorting her to the dry sauna. She left her there for Bae to come get her. Bae came to take Ann back to her room ten minutes later. Ann was startled at first since she had been sitting naked in the sauna, but Bae turned away until she could replace her towel around her torso. Back in Ann's room all could be seen on the video: Ann was led by Bae who was holding her hand as he guided her to the massage table. "Please, Ms. Ann, lie down face down. Keep towel around you. Ann laid face down, placing her face in the hole in the table. Now Bae loosened the towel up and said, "I replace cold towel with warmed towel." With that he whipped off Ann's towel so for a moment she was completely naked and then laid a heated towel in the middle of her back and folded it open so it covered her body. "Are you, OK?" Bae asked. "Just a little uncomfortable that you're a man and you can see me naked." "No worry, Ms. Ann. I am professional and see both men and women naked all time. I'm professional; you should no be self-conscious," he reemphasized. He then asked, "Would you like me to use lotion or oil? Both are warmed up so you be fully relaxed. It your choice." "Lotion, please," said Ann a little tentatively. Her being seen naked by first Jasmine, and then twice by Bae had disconcerted her. She appeared uncertain how to receive such intimate attention; on the camera this showed as her fidgeting and adjusting her body and face positions on the table. Bae started with her shoulders and neck and soon had her fully into the great massage he was giving her. As he worked his hands down, he gradually rolled the towel covering Ann's torso down to her waist, just north of her butt. His hands seemed to fly around her upper body, ensuring that no part of her was left untouched for very long. A damp sheen of sweat started to show up on his skin as he feverishly worked Ann's body. Now, leaving her back uncovered, he moved down to her feet and as he did so he removed the tank top he had been wearing. His stringy muscular physique was now very evident. Ann, with her face buried in the massage table and feeling totally relaxed, didn't notice that Bae had removed some of his clothing. Now he worked her feet, her ankles, her calves, and, rolling the towel up to just south of her butt, her thighs. He separated her legs ever so slightly so he could work his fingers in between her legs. He refrained, however, from getting too intimate with his touch...for now. Next Bae began long strokes along the left side and then the right side of Ann's whole body. In order to do so, he rolled up the towel so her hips were exposed now. He also curled his hands around her chest so his fingers just touched Ann's breasts and around her hips so his fingers passed over her groin. On her thighs and calves he encircled his fingers around them and massaged her muscles deeply. Her legs parted more and as Bae vigorously worked her upper thighs and her butt the towel was pushed north so the cheeks of her butt were now visible. Although she probably wasn't aware of it, her pussy was now probably visible to Bae. Now lotioning up his hands he slid his fingers under the towel and grabbed each of Ann's butt cheeks and rubbed back and forth. Ann at first reacted to such intimate touching by lifting her head up and looking at Bae. Noticing that he was shirtless didn't help. He reassured her, "This all part of massage. If you no like, Ms. Ann, I stop right now." He paused and held his hands up, "I'm professional and no want to offend." Ann backed down and said quietly, "OK. I'll try this for at least a little while." Bae soon had her enjoying the thrill of his hands deeply massaging her butt muscles. Like most married persons she had gone without a sensual touch that just focused on her for a long time. "The room was private; this was a legitimate massage. What could happen?" I'm sure she thought to herself. But as Bae continued his massage of where no man had touched other than her husband, Bob, the towel was now pushed up off her butt and onto her lower back. The beautiful white roundness of her back side was clearly visible to the cameras in the room. Her butt was rounded like a younger woman's but wider like a woman whose hips had been pushed out by child birth. She had little dimples at the tops of her butt cheeks. The crack of her butt curved down between the twin globes of her fanny and terminated in a bush of dark black hair covering her pussy. Back and forth and in a circular motion Bae's hands moved against Ann's naked body. His fingers now curled between the cheeks of her ass and Ann didn't object. Now his hands moved over her upper thighs, over her lower butt, and between her thighs. His fingers must have been touching her pubic hair and on either side of her puffy pussy lips, but Ann still didn't object. You could hear her moaning and sighing as his sensual strokes had their effect on her body. The pleasure was too good to object to. She was letting go...gradually. Finally Bae climbed up on the table between Ann's spread legs, removed the towel altogether and began long strokes up and down the length of her torso, her butt, her hips, and her thighs. As he pressed up towards her shoulders his thighs pressed against Ann's naked thighs and then his groin began to press into the curve and crack of Ann's naked butt. The cameras caught the fact that ever so slightly Ann lifted her butt up so that it came into contact with Bae's body. "Ms. Ann," Bae said, "now I caress your skin with light touch. If tickle, let me know. This will bring blood to skin and warm you all over." Clearly very relaxed and enjoying the sensuality of the massage Bae was giving her, Ann merely muttered, "Mmm-hhh." As Bae stepped down off the table from between Ann's legs she left them open. Clearly Bae could see her pussy, but Ann was just enjoying the wonderful feeling of Bae's massage technique. She was no longer so self-conscious about being butt naked and exposed in front of a total stranger who was a man. Now Bae slipped his knit shorts down and stepped out of them. He was wearing a red, silky thong and was clearly very aroused by his contact with Ann's naked body. His cock was stiff and straining against the soft material holding it in place. Stepping to the side of the table Bae began to lightly caress Ann's entire body with his fingertips. As so many before she began moaning as a pleasurable, erotic sensation filled her whole body. Almost involuntarily her hips lifted off the table as Bae's fingertips caressed her bare bottom. And as Bae's fingers traced lightly up the insides of Ann's thighs she lifted her hips and opened her thighs indicating she wanted to be intimately caressed and fondled. Bae let it go several times in order to increase her desire to be touched sexually. And then he did it. His fingers stopped moving all over her body and instead moved between her legs. Soon Ann's bare bottom was up off the table and Bae's one hand was reaching under her to caress her bare belly while his other hand played with her pussy. Her sighs and moans became more intense and her body would quiver every so often. On the cameras it was first visible as little shakes and jiggles of that soft, bare white bottom. Ann was opening herself up as Bae played with her so that now her anus was visible when she lifted her hips up. On the microphone Ann began to moan more constantly and then began to direct Bae to pleasure her in the way she wanted: "Yes, there, don't stop. No, back up in that one spot. Yes, oh, yes." Then almost explosively Ann's beautiful white bottomside clenched tightly, lifted off the table, and visibly shook violently as she had an orgasm. At the same time, she cried out, "Oh...god!! Oh...god!!!" Bae didn't let her stop there. He continued to caress her skin all over, now began to place gentle kisses on her skin all over, and now ran his tongue over her spine and down the crack of her butt to her anus. I could tell from the camera and where his head was on her butt, that his tongue was exploring Ann's anus. Her orgasmic shudders continued, not letting up for a moment. More, "yes, oh, yeses." More "oh gods," more "don't stops", and more "please, don't stops." I guess Ann hadn't had such intense sexual attention in a while. The initial reservations slipped away like her towel had. She was naked and she was raw!! This was my normally modest neighbor, whom I had fantasized about; and here she was tapping into her sexuality with a complete stranger. What an erotic rush!! Bae leaned against her back with his chest and held her until her shuddering subsided. He asked, "Turn over Ms. Ann so we can continue with deep center massage." Dreamily Ann turned over. No self-conscious modesty now. After all she had just had two incredible orgasms in front of a stranger and was feeling quite excited and aroused all over. Bae grabbed a pillow for her head and tenderly lifted her head onto the pillow, placing a kiss on her forehead. Then grabbing another pillow he slid one hand underneath her naked hips, lifted them up, and slid the pillow under them. This lifted her hips up and opened her pussy a little. She left her legs wide open and bent at the knees. The pink inner lips were now visible and glistened in the light. Ann was sexually lubricated and aroused. She was ready for what would come next both physically and emotionally. At the foot of the table Bae slipped off his thong and his huge member (9" I learned later from Suki) popped up hard and at right angles to his flat stomach. He grabbed some oil this time, not lotion. He climbed up on the table between Ann's bent legs and pouring some lotion into the palm of his hand worked it into Ann's rounded belly, her stomach, and her breasts. Ann closed her eyes and let what happened happen. Bae's oiled fingers teased Ann's dark brown nipples into tautness. He worked his hands back and forth across her stomach and belly. Ann's thick triangle of black pubic hair covered the lower half of her groin and Bae's fingers worked oil into her curls, worked oil around her clitoral hood, teasing her clitoral bud out, and worked up and down the slit in her womanly belly. Ann's chest was soon heaving as she got more and more aroused. Her nipples were tight little tips pointing up hard from her small white breasts. Her hips curled up to meet Bae's fingers as they moved in her pubic region. Closer and closer Bae inched the tip of his enormous cock until it rested at the entrance to Ann's pussy hole. I could hardly believe how quickly Ann had given into the erotic pleasure she was feeling. Bae asked, "Ms. Ann, do you wish deep center massage? Full, deep center massage?" Ann responded by moving her hips down so that her engorged and pink lips surrounded the head of Bae's penis. Bae did the rest. Slowly he sank that huge member up into Ann's lubricated and oiled pussy. After several long, slow, deep strokes his cock was fairly glistening with the oil from Ann's pubic hair and her own lubrication. After fifteen or so slow strokes his cock was coming out all creamy white with Ann's pussy juices. Ann never retreated from having delicious, illicit intercourse with this perfect stranger. She had become totally sexualized. Bae's hands caressed Ann's naked, flushed breasts, caressed her flushed belly, and cradled her soft, full, white hips as thrust after thrust penetrated Ann deep inside. Soon she was letting out a long continuous groan and moan. The muscles on her stomach spasmodically tightened and released. She opened her eyes now and looked pained and out of control as she realized she was going to have an enormous orgasm. She was going to experience an orgasm like she'd never had and it was going to happen while riding another man's dick. A big wonderful hot dick, but nevertheless a dick not belonging to Bob, her husband. She held this bewildered look for only a moment and then she gave in to the erotic passion and reached her hands up to caress Bae's face and chest. She slid her hands down to feel the rhythmic motion of his hips as they moved in and out and side to side inside of her. Finally she curled her bottom up so his penetration would go deeper inside of her vagina. Her eyes looked down to watch that shaved belly of his move against her pussy lips, and watched that wonderful dark tan member, all flushed and stiff with blood, push in and out of her. She started to smile and laugh with each thrust. You could almost see it on her face, "Fuck the guilt; this feels too damn good. Don't stop, Bae." Bae, without hearing a word, understood what he needed to do. He controlled his own pleasure and carried "Ms. Ann" through three huge orgasms. Her sounds of pleasure were so loud that I was sure other customers must have heard her sexual, animal cries. It was only when Ann pleaded, "Please, Bae!" that Bae quickened his pace and with a grinding motion tight against her naked, hairy belly and with a shuddering butt released a load of semen up inside of Ann's vagina. Even after cumming he cradled Ann, kissed her forehead, her face, her lips, the tips of her nipples, and rested a warm palm on her belly, almost as if to hold the erotic pleasure and his seed in place in her womb. Ann caressed and cupped his tiny, muscular butt in her hands and ran her hands across his flat, muscular stomach, down to the base of the shaft still inside of her. She looked up at him and said, "Thank you." "You welcome, Ms. Ann. You beautiful, nice woman. You deserve passion and laughter," he smilingly said. Eventually they separated and Ann sat up butt naked and totally unself- conscious with a little pout on her face from the separation of their bodies. Bae wrapped a towel around his waist and secured it. He then wrapped Ann in a large, fresh bath towel and said, "Follow me: we clean up." I heard later from Suki that Ann and Bae shared the facility's stand-up shower and Ann's cries as Bae pleasured her once more with his tongue and then with his once-again aroused cock could be heard well outside the shower room, echoing off the tile walls. Several male customers remarked to their girls that someone was sure having fun. She said both sexual activity and tips went up thanks to Ann's erotic cries. Catherine's Massage: Unlike Ann when Catherine was asked to lie nude on the shower table she found she was a little more self-conscious; she was after all only 22, whereas Ann was in her late 40's and had been married for years and had two children. So after a couple of stalled attempts Ling suggested that they retire to the stand up shower so Catherine could clean herself up before her massage. Ling stood outside of the two-person shower stall as Catherine lathered up. Mind you Catherine was still butt naked in front of Ling but I guess the stand up shower with its shower curtain was more what she was used to, like in a women's locker room setting. At some point, however, after Catherine had lathered up and rinsed, Ling suggested that she wash Catherine's hair for her. Catherine has long light brown hair which she keeps straight. Ling said Catherine could sit on the plastic stool in the large shower stall facing away and she would lather, rinse and condition her hair. She convinced Catherine that she would like the pampering. As Ling placed a clean washcloth on the seat under Catherine's bare fanny, Catherine sat down facing away from Ling. Ling, not wanting to get her clothes all wet, stripped down to her tiny bra and g-string panties. She stepped into the shower and soon was lathering up Catherine's long hair and massaging here scalp, her neck and her shoulders. Ling soon had Catherine relaxing to her touch. As Ling rinsed off her hair the first time her hands moved far down Catherine's back and over the tops of her breasts, even once touching one of Catherine's exposed nipples. Catherine didn't object; she was getting used to the attention and the pampering. The touches seemed incidental to Catherine, a part of washing her long hair, but in fact they were really meant to get Catherine used to the sensual pleasure of being touched in certain ways on her naked skin. Then when Ling applied conditioner to Catherine's long hair, she suggested that while waiting for the conditioner to set, Ling could scrub Catherine's skin with a loofah mitt lathered up with soap. She convinced Catherine that she would enjoy it and it would make her skin tingle from the rough surface of the glove. Having grown comfortable with Ling being in the two person shower stall Catherine stood up and let Ling vigorously rub her naked body all over. Ling took liberties with touching Catherine's bare behind, her bare breasts, and her naked stomach and thighs; she wanted to see how far she could go without Catherine balking. She then rinsed Catherine off all over, toweled her off, and took her to the dry sauna to thoroughly dry off. Instead of leaving however she asked Catherine if she could join her in the sauna so she could warm up. Catherine said yes, but was surprised when Ling grabbed a towel, stripped her bra and panties off and sat down on the bench right next to Catherine. Ling's pubic hair was shaped into a trimmed diamond patch high up on her groin; her pussy lips and the rest of her groin were smoothly hairless. Catherine's curiosity got the best of her and she asked Ling if it hurt to shave and was it hard to maintain. She related that she had been thinking about doing something like that to surprise her new husband. Her girlfriends talked about it all the time as if it was nothing, but she wasn't sure. Very matter-of-fact-like Ling parted Catherine's legs and asked her what pattern she would like. Ling told Suki she traced different patterns on Catherine's pubic hair and over her hair covered lips: landing strip, tiny triangle pointing at the groove in her pussy, diamond pointing at the groove in her pussy, heart shape with the tip resting at the base of her clitoral hood, trimming the lips and groin and leaving just a narrow beard on the edge of her lips, or shaving it all off so she looked like a little pre-pubescent girl. Catherine was so fascinated by the forwardness and knowledge of Ling that she let her touch her in her most private spot and let her tell her about how her future husband would view the different ways to ornament her womanly parts. By the time Jin showed up to give Catherine her massage Catherine was already sexually aroused; her clit was fully engorged and has pushed her hood back. She was even boldly touching Ling's pubic diamond and bare pussy lips in order to see how they felt. Quite an awakening for a young, inexperienced woman. As Catherine and Jin came into her room the first surprise was that Catherine had not wrapped the towel around her breasts. Her large, young, pale breasts stood out. Unlike her mother she was well-developed and had a pair of heavy, but firm breasts; they were tipped with light tan, large nipples. As Jin asked her to lie face down on the massage table Catherine wrapped the towel around her waist. Jin said, "We replace towel with new warm towel to both warm your skin and relieve tense muscles." He removed the towel she had come in the room with and for a brief moment I saw the figure of a young woman: the narrow waist, the full hips, a full, round firm bottom, and those little dimples that sometimes a woman has just above her backside. She had the physique of a young athletic person with the rounded softness of a fertile woman. In a word her naked body was beautiful. But then Jin covered it all up to her shoulders in a heated, large bath towel. How disappointing!! After Jin had her all tucked in and settled on the table he asked Catherine, "Would Ms. Catherine like lotion or oil?" "What?" responded Catherine. "You like me use lotion or oil on skin?" Jin clarified. "Lotion, please. Oil will be too icky." Jin's fingers and hands worked Catherine's neck, then her shoulders, her arms, her hands, and then, rolling the towel down to her waist, her back and her waist muscles. From a side camera Catherine's large breasts pushed out to the side of her chest and Jin's hands massaged the soft mass of this tissue as he worked on her back. Catherine accepted his touch without objection. Jin shifted to Catherine's feet, her ankles, her calves, her knees, and her thighs. Again he rolled the towel, which was covering her ripe body, up to just below her butt. As part of his work on her legs, however, Jin bent her legs forward at the knee and leaned into them. This succeeded in exposing more of Catherine's round fanny. The bottoms of the cheeks of her ass were peeking out when he was done with this move, and when he placed her legs back down on the table they were wide apart. She didn't close them up. Jin now worked on Catherine's right side and then left side. With criss-cross strokes he rocked Catherine's body first standing on her right side and then on her left side. On her thighs and calves his hands crisscrossed back and forth down and up one leg several times, then when he switched sides he would work her other leg the same way. This vigorous motion succeeded in dislodging the towel so that the towel was now only resting on one cheek of her butt. The other beautiful, round butt cheek was quite bare. But Catherine didn't reach back to readjust the towel. She seemed to be enjoying the physical attention without guilt. The rocking motion loosened up the muscles of her torso, her hips and her legs. You could see her body soften and yield as he worked her muscles. She wasn't stiff or tense. Her skin was now rosy, flushed with warm blood. Using both hands Jin now cupped and encircled Catherine's one exposed buttock and firmly pushed it back and forth and in circular motions. His fingers grabbed that rounded butt cheek with his fingers deep in the crack between her butt cheeks. This vigorous motion succeeded in pushing the towel further so that it fell to the floor. Now both beautiful, sculpted butt cheeks were quite visible to the cameras. Her young body was absolutely gorgeous and firm. Once Jin finished massaging both butt cheeks he massaged her left thigh and then her right thigh, pushing Catherine's body back and forth and ensuring that his fingers were right up against the hairs of her pussy. He even pressed his thumb tight against her butt crack as a part of this move. "Whew, it very hot in here," remarked Jin. He was clearly sweating from the activity of giving Catherine a vigorous massage. Catherine leaned her head back and said, "If you need to take some clothes off, go ahead. You're cute and I'm naked. What do I have to object to," she laughed. Her remark surprised me. I had always thought of Catherine as quite modest. Clearly she was enjoying the sensual attention. This environment seemed to make it safe for her to be a little wild. Jin removed his tank top, and removed his loose shorts. He was wearing boxer briefs which covered him up more than Bae's thong, but the size of his cock was not hidden by his briefs. Suki had personally coupled with her complement of male masseurs in order to find the two who would give maximum pleasure to her women clients. Jin got up on the table and knelt between Catherine's legs. Leaning far over he said to her, "Now we do light touch massage. Make skin feel wonderful, very stimulating. Let know, please, if tickle. I no want to tickle Ms. Catherine. That not relax; that make tense." "OK," Catherine responded. Now mind you Jin was kneeling between Catherine's wide open legs so all of her female parts were clearly visible to him and yet she made no objections. The sensual massage was working its magic and she was now very comfortable with having a man massage her nude skin...all over. Jin began to lightly caress Catherine's back, her waist, her sides, her butt, her hips, her thighs, and down to her calves. Soon you could see her breathing becoming deeper, just as had happened to her mother, Ann, and had happened to countless customers of Pine Tree Spa. Jin reached up to her arms folded next to her head and caressed her from there down to her calves. Each time he did this his thighs pressed Catherine's thighs that much farther apart. Soon his engorged cock was touching her naked butt crack, nestling just so between those luscious round cheeks. It was not his naked cock against her naked skin, but she must have felt the slight pressure of his hardness pressing between her butt cheeks. Catherine didn't move back into Jin's contact. She acted as if to lie there were the most natural thing, but resisted the temptation to overtly encourage a sexual move by Jin. She was more controlled and coy than her mother, Ann. So Jin kept up the light caresses until the blood had risen to Catherine's white skin and made it a rosy shade. Her hips and her fanny were especially rosy and engorged with hot blood. Now Jin stepped off the table so he could caress Catherine's body in different ways. As he stepped down he slipped his boxers off and was now naked and quite erect. Catherine's face was still facing down through the hole in the massage table as Jin positioned himself at the head of the table and began to lean far forward in order to caress Catherine's naked body. Bear in mind that Jin's cock was erect at a 60-degree angle so as he pressed his naked groin into the top of Catherine's head and the table, his cock must have slid along the underside of the table. On the video the third time Jin leaned forward you could see him jump and then stop moving. I learned later from Suki that Jin's long cock had actually been bumping Catherine in the face and on the third time she moved slightly and took the soft mushroom head into her mouth. And then she swirled her tongue around it as if to taste it. On the video you could hear Catherine giggle, look up to Jin and say, "I'm sorry, Jin, I've never done that with any man...even my fiancé. I'm sorry." She was clearly red-faced and embarrassed that she had been so overt. Jin said, "No, nevah mind, Miss Catherine. It time to change position anyway. You wish me to put clothes back on?" Catherine paused, but then looked at that long cock of his standing quite erect, and said, "No, let's continue. I'm kinda liking this." She giggled to herself. Yeah she was fully aroused and ready!! Guiding her to roll over and placing a pillow under her head Jin remained at the head of the table until Catherine was settled. He then began to climb up so his knees were on either side of her head. His cock was pointing less than an inch from her lips. Scooting down even further he began to use his hardened cock as well as his fingers to caress Catherine's skin. When she opened her eyes his tight little butt was in her face with his testicles hanging down between his legs. As he stretched himself over her naked body he began to use his tongue and his cock to trace a line down the center of her body, from between her large breasts down into the hairy triangle of her light brown pubic hair. Pulling her knees up opened Catherine's pussy to the tip of Jin's tongue as he traced a wet line back and forth along the indentation in her pubic hair that marked where her pussy lips came together. Soon pink skin was showing as her pussy lips folded open from the constant tonguing Jin was giving Catherine. "Mmmmhhh," Catherine sighed, "no one's ever done that for me either." Jin focused his attention now between Catherine's legs. Quicker and quicker he flicked his tongue around her slit. With his fingers he pulled the hairs aside to reveal her inner labia, the hole of her vagina and most importantly that delicious little bud, her clitoris. It wasn't long before Catherine's hips shook, her breasts flushed a deep red as they jiggled, and she let out a long, low, "YEEEEEEEEESSSSSS", and then came. Jin paused, knowing that the skin of her clitoris, her pussy, and even her thighs and hair-covered belly would be too tender. He placed tender, slow kisses until he sensed that she wouldn't shudder. Then he started in again. Catherine let him continue. Multiple times Jin aroused Catherine to yet another climax. Each time grew a little louder as she let herself go further and further into the pleasure flowing out from Jin's tongue in her belly. Each time grew a little more violent as the waves of pleasure radiating out from her clit and pussy pushed to the tips of her toes and fingers and the top of her head. Finally while Jin began to prod her with his tongue and push her towards yet another orgasm, Catherine reached up as if it were the most natural thing to do and grabbed Jin's long, brown cock and slid her mouth around it, engulfing the shaft as far as she could. In the video you could see her at first just sliding her mouth up and down the shaft, and then realizing that she could actually suck on his hardened member. She was milking it. She knew enough to know that if she kept this up she would soon have a stranger's semen splashing in her throat, but she didn't stop. She was reciprocating sexual favors with the man who was just causing her so much erotic pleasure. In a word...she was HORNY AND OUT OF CONTROL. As Catherine began to moan Jin's little fanny began to spasm. Catherine didn't want to let go of his cock until she had done for him what he had been doing repeatedly for her. So the vibrations from her orgasmic cries just added to the pleasure that finally milked Jin's semen out and into Catherine's mouth. With a jerk Jin's butt tightened and he paused for a long time as spurt after spurt of semen filled Catherine's mouth. Like an expert she didn't crank his cock fast but instead milked it for all it had for her. As Jin stopped cumming Catherine separated her lips from his still stiff cock and semen dribbled out the corner of her lips and ran down her cheek. Jin hopped off the table, grabbed a towel and asked Catherine, "You want spit out?" "No, my goodness, I've never tasted anything like it, so salty, so creamy, so warm, and so much." She swallowed. Jin now rained light kisses over Catherine's face, her ears, her neck, her chest, her breasts with each nipple getting special attention, her stomach, her pubic region, down her thighs, her knees, her shins, and her toes. And the whole time both of his hands never stopped caressing Catherine's body all over, never stopped teasing her pussy and her by-now-very-swollen clitoris. Catherine was soon flushed all over and her chest was heaving with deep breaths as she was about to cum once again. When Jin finally placed his tongue and lips against her tender clit she shook in a violent orgasm and wrapped her thighs tightly around Jin's head which was deep between her thighs. Her moans and cries just went on and on and on. It was fantastic to watch and listen. Jin's tongue kept exploring Catherine's naked, creamy pussy and at one point he lifted her thighs up in the air so her little tight anus was exposed and he slithered his tongue inside her anus while pushing his nose between the slippery, full lips |
of her pussy. She shook again with yet another orgasm. And then again with yet another. Catherine had explored herself and masturbated in the past, but she had never climaxed so intensely and so many times in a row. A huge smile was on her face and her arms were at times wrapped around her head as she thrust her hips into Jin's mouth and at times rubbing her own breasts vigorously so her tan-colored nipples tightened and pointed skyward like little pebbles. Her hands wandered down to her own pubic hair and she rubbed Jin's head of hair and then her own pubic hair. Jin took her hand and guided her to explore rubbing her own swollen clitoris and slipping two fingers inside her wet vagina. Using his own fingers thrumming against that delicious g-spot just inside her vagina, Jin showed Catherine how to pleasure herself with her fingers curled and beating against her g-spot and her own thumb vibrating her excited clitoris. She brought herself off...once, twice, three times. Jin continued to kiss and caress her skin and bring his hips closer to Catherine's now very open pussy lips. As her fingers worked her own pussy a third time, Jin brought his now erect penis up against her fingers and as Catherine was reaching her third climax he guided her fingers to the shaft of his hot penis. Almost instinctively Catherine grasped the shaft, worked the mushroom hood on his cock between her glistening pussy lips and guided Jin's penis inside of her vagina. As the thick, hot shaft sank into Catherine's vagina she got a pained look as if she were about to lose control and as if she were about to experience something so wonderful that it was overwhelming her emotionally. And then she changed before my eyes on the camera, reached out with her hands to grasp Jin's hips, arched her slightly rounded belly upward, and engulfed the entire length of Jin's penis inside her vagina. Her eyes rolled up and Catherine began a long, guttural moaning as she lost control and fucked Jin for all she could give him and for all of that divine, warm length she could take into her. Then she started repeatedly crying out, "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, omigod, yeah," again and again and again until her voice went up in pitch like a little girl's, not a twenty-two year old woman's and she cried out, "O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h." She crushed Jin to her body, kissed him on the mouth intensely and shook like only a woman can when she's having an unbelievable orgasm. Jin's butt tightened and quivered also. He too must have had a second orgasm and splashed his seed all over Catherine's virgin vagina. She looked up into Jin's face with pure desirous passion and wrapped her long white legs around Jin's brown waist. Her future husband wasn't going to be the first to take her, but she didn't pause for a second. Soon they both slowed their breathing. Jin got up, put his clothes back on, cleaned up Catherine's body with a warm washcloth and asked her, "Would you like to shower again? "Yes," she replied. And with that Jin tucked a large bath towel around Catherine's torso, kissed her on the lips, and escorted her back to the shower room. There Ling was waiting for her, having been watching the performance on the cameras. "Ms. Catherine like table or stall shower? " she asked. "Table, Ling" Ling guided her to lie face down and gave her a thorough shower, even to repeated sudsing up Catherine's crotch until Catherine was very worked up again. Ling than asked Catherine to turn over and again lathered up Catherine's body with her bare hands. She rubbed her breasts vigorously, her belly vigorously and her thighs and legs vigorously and then finally she used her palm to lather up Catherine's pubic hair. Then while Catherine was all lathered up with soap, Ling quickly stripped naked, mounted the table naked, and used her nude body to continue to lather Catherine up. She ground her own hairless pussy into Catherine's until Catherine sustained yet another orgasm. Then rinsing off Catherine with the shower hose, she produced some gel and a razor and asked Catherine if she would like a trim for her husband to be. Sexed up as Catherine was she simply nodded and said, "Heart". Using a marker Ling, still wet and naked, and still in contact with Catherine's naked body, drew a heart shape that pointed to Catherine's very swollen clitoris. She now smoothed shaving gel all over Catherine's pussy and shaved her smooth except for a little, heart shaped tuft that sat just above her pussy lips. Ling said, "You beautiful and sexy, Ms. Catherine." She held up a mirror so Catherine could see her own bald pussy lips with her very swollen and very pink clit peeking out and bald belly with the little brown curly patch of pubic hair sitting in all that beautiful smooth white skin. "Must do everyday to keep smooth. First do this so lips swell, vibrating Catherine's clitoris until she came quickly. This engorged her lips and made them easy to shave and to shave around the stiff clitoris pushing up on her clitoral hood. "Then gel and stroke downward with the hair,' she used her bare finger like a razor sweeping downward on the skin of Catherine's belly and then down over the right set of lips and then the left set. Using her fingers she tugged first the right outer lip to shave all the hairs off and then tugged on the left outer lip to shave the hairs more readily off of it. "You want really smooth, then use hair removal cream to make smooth like little girl. Husband go nutty seeing you bare pussy. He keep this, "she slid a finger inside Catherine's vagina which caused Catherine to shudder sexually, "very happy." "You want permanent smooth use laser; you stay smooth for long time. Make other men want to keep this," and again she slid a long finger up inside Catherine's vagina, "very happy." By now Catherine laughed, took Ling's finger and brought it to her own lips and licked her own cream off of Ling's finger. "I do taste good," she remarked and laughed again at how bawdy she had become. "We have one more thing to do. Close eyes and just enjoy." Catherine closed her eyes. Ling leant over Catherine and sliding two fingers inside of Catherine's vagina to work her g-spot, she lowered her tongue to work Catherine's clitoris, producing such a violent orgasm that Catherine actually ejaculated the contents of her vagina out onto the shower table. She squirted out most of what Jin had left inside of her and her own creamy liquid. "This clear out what Jin leave in you. Not want baby by Jin. Wait for husband to do that." "But I'm on birth control," responded Catherine. " No, never mind, Ling enjoy to do to such young girl with smooth pussy. Like face when pleasure fill whole belly and explode from Ms. Catherine's hips." For a moment Catherine, all naked and exposed and just having been pleasured by a woman, and Ling, with Catherine's juices still on her lips and chin, stared at each other. And then they busted out laughing. Ling stood Catherine up, rinsed her off with the shower hose, toweled her off and led her back to her room, where Jin was waiting. He dressed Catherine tenderly. He marveled at her new bare pussy look and kissed her naked pussy lips, then slipped her panties back on. He kissed her bare nipples until they glistened with moisture and then tucked her breasts into her bra. He kissed the back of her neck as he slipped her blouse on and then placed a long kiss on her mouth as he buttoned her blouse up. He had her sit on the massage table as he tugged her jeans on, kissing her navel just before he snapped her jeans up. And lastly he kissed her bare toes before slipping on her sandals. He then asked her to sit down and Ling joined them and combed out Catherine's long brown hair. And then they brought her out to her mother, Ann, who was waiting on a couch in the waiting room and checking out the men who were now coming and going and the Asian ladies who were escorting those men to and from their rooms. Some of the guys had given Ann erotic ideas and she was by now quite damp between the legs. And that was Ann's and Catherine pre-wedding wedding gift from me. Suki told me that they both continued to use Bae and Jin's services and Catherine would occasionally just ask for Ling. _All characters and names are completely fictional._ ______________ It was a nice upscale neighborhood I drove to for an interview as a personal secretary at someone's home. In hindsight I had planned very poorly; I'd ended up staying at my boyfriend's apartment all night and I guess I slept through the alarm. When I finally woke, I realized I'd forgotten to bring a business outfit and it was far too late to go home and get one. All I had were the threadbare, skin-tight daisy dukes and the too-tight tube top I'd worn to my boyfriend's place. Zack had insisted I wear them - with no underclothes or bra naturally, and he sweet talked me about how well the outfit showed off my sweet body and went nicely with the deep baked look I had gotten from many hours in the tanning salon. Being the submissive type, I finally gave in and did exactly as he asked. And like I said, I overslept and so that's all I had to wear if I wanted to go to the interview. He actually got off on the idea. "Look, my stuck up British bitch, you might not get in their door looking like that, but you're gonna go and try anyway. You're gonna go to that job interview looking like a hooker." "What? Oh, no. No way." I just couldn't. "They're expecting you, right? Do it. If you can just get in the door I think you can you can knock their socks off with your personality and intelligence and especially that accent. When the time is right, apologize for your appearance. Tell them you're a stripper who had to work all night or something. They don't have to know you overslept." I couldn't. No, no, no and again no. This wasn't how I normally dressed AT ALL, and I sure as hell wasn't going to approach strangers looking like THIS! "I don't even know if I want the job! I just haven't found anything in marketing yet since graduation. You know that." Zack saw my skeptical look. He brushed his hand over my long blond ponytail, then grabbed hold and pulled, hard, yanking my face up to his. "Do it. You're really an exhibitionist at heart, we both know it. Admit it and go to the interview and show off your fuckable body." "In fact, I want you to wear those red heart-shaped sunglasses you wear on the beach, too. And when they open the door, you'll have gum in your mouth and blow a bubble and pop it right in front of their faces." "This is ridiculous!", I protested, struggling against him. His hand stroked my breasts. "But you'll do it. Won't you." He yanked my hair again. Something snapped that ignite my sexual desires. I gave in. My blue eyes bore into his. "....Oh, all right. But they'll just slam the door in my face. And when I come back, I'm going to slap the shit out of you and burn these clothes and never dress like a whore ever again." "Yea, we'll see about that." ______________ I had no idea who might answer the door of course, but in the weird sexual fog I was now in, I had to admit the idea of going to a job interview dressed like a slut really was a turn-on. Not that I would ever admit it to Zack. I was nervous and horny at the same time. My nipples were rock hard and clearly visible through the halter as I drove. I nearly chickened out three times, but eventually I arrived at the address, a large home in a gated community. I put on the sunglasses and stuffed some gum in my mouth, then nervously went to the door and rang the bell. When no one answered, I figured it was already all over, but just as I turned to leave a tall, extremely attractive woman in her late 30's opened the door. I turned and looked up at her over my red sunglasses and, like Zach wanted, popped my gum. Her eyes went wide in surprise and she caught her breath. Her eyes roamed over me, but the door didn't slam back shut. At least not yet. My eyes probably went wide as well. She slowly smiled brightly at me with a sexy sparkle in her eye. And I just couldn't help but admire her form - she was a good 10 inches taller than me, with gorgeous eyes, long brown hair, and a finely-shaped and toned body covered only by a thin white fishnet sling bikini. What little material there she wore was far too small to cover her big, dark areolas, and her nipples were clearly visible under the fishnet. I'd never told Zach that I was secretly attracted to women nearly as much as men; I had yielded to such temptations only once and besides, his stupid immaturity couldn't have handled it. Without a word we stood there in the doorway, looking each other up and down for a good 20 seconds. I think we each creamed a bit. She had lovely olive skin, an hourglass form and wide baby-making hips. The fishnet gave a view a view down below as well and before I could catch myself my eyes went to her flat, smooth tummy and slick mound. I actually thought she might have tattoos high up on the insides of her thighs but I wasn't so gauche as to stare any longer. When my eyes went back up, that smile and that sparkle in her eye consumed me hypnotically; I was having feelings I had suppressed since being with Zach. This was definitely not who I had expected to answer the door. Finally, she broke the spell for both of us. She stood back and opened the door wide. "Come in dear. You're Lisette, here for the interview, correct?" "Yes ma'am." "Well you're not exactly what I was expecting." My eyes drifted down to the floor. She put two fingers under my chin and lifted my face until our eyes met. "But my, oh my. You are certainly far, far more than I could have ever hoped for." She bit her lip coyly and held out her hand. "I'm Tanya. Tanya Davis." "Pleased to meet you. Lisette Cuman." "I see". Given the circumstances, I think she considered for a moment whether someone had sent me to play some kind of trick on her. "Lisette...Cuman." She smiled and shrugged. "All right, Ms. Cuman, let's go talk. My husband had to leave and won't be back for a few days, but as president of our company I handle much of the most important business anyway. This role we need to fill is important indeed and requires someone who can provide a perfect fit." She wrapped her fingers in mine and we walked slowly through the expansive house, our hips swaying in a natural unison. I felt at ease. "First, should you be the successful candidate, it would be a requirement for you to live here with us. You'd have your own private suite of course. But the person we're seeking would need to be", she paused, "...available...at all times. Of course one upside is that you would have few to no personal expenses. Would such an arrangement be a problem for you?" She looked at me with what I thought was a hopeful expression. "No ma'am. Perfectly acceptable. Despite my inappropriate appearance I'm sure I could perform any duties you assign satisfactorily" She smiled and her thumb swirled against my palm. It somehow soothed and excited me. And she was so confident and frankly so sexy. We had just met a few minutes ago but I was secretly lusting for her despite all my better instincts. "And do you know what the job entails?" "Well, your ad said personal secretary, so I assumed you needed someone to help with business details." Mrs. Davis stopped to turn and look at me. "Actually I think the job might be better described as 'personal aide'." I could almost hear the air quotes. "Exclusively, to me and to my husband, or to anyone we designate. Most of your main tasks would be assigned by me, and I would conduct most of your job training, at least in the beginning. Again I must warn that you would be quite busy and the hours would often be long and unpredictable. But the successful candidate will be very well compensated. And will receive deep job satisfaction." Weird, but so far, so good. I began to feel a tiny bit of confidence of my own. We walked into an office and Mrs. Davis sat on the couch rather than at the large desk. She motioned for me to have a seat facing her. I sat before her as conservatively as I could, given the state of my clothing (or lack thereof). I had to make sure I kept my legs together so my labia didn't spill out over the threadbare crotch of the daisy dukes, and my tits desperately wanted to pop out of the tight top. I took off my sunglasses and hoped I could impress enough that she could see past my slutty outfit. "I must apologize, ma'am, I really did not intend to come here dressed like this. There were extenuating circumstances and this certainly is NOT my normal..." "Please, stop right there, Ms. Cuman. Please believe me when I say your clothing most certainly is -not- a problem. I can see past the distraction. Though I admit it's quite difficult", she said wryly as I blushed. My interviewer crossed her legs, her hands on her knee, and I tried to be subtle about admiring the taught muscles of her thighs. "And, she laughed, "It's not like I conduct interviews dressed like this. I thought that I still an hour and was out back by the pool stretched out on the daybed when the doorbell rang. When I saw you -- and your outfit -- on the security monitor I simply chose not to put on my robe before coming to the door! "So I hope you aren't offended when I say you have a stunning figure, my dear. Absolutely stunning. Almost perfect in fact. Your face - perfect bone structure, so exquisitely chiseled. That tan. And your lips with that puffy little pout. I'm amazed you haven't written your own ticket as a runway model. You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met in my life!" I didn't know what to say, not expecting such overt flattery. My boyfriend certainly never talked that way to me. "You're too kind, Mrs. Davis. A modeling career just isn't something I've ever considered." "Surely you meet loads of men at bars and clubs more than willing to tell you I just have while trying to pick you up." "I'm a homebody actually. I don't care for clubs or pickup bars. I've only had two somewhat significant relationships so far in my life." She was intrigued by my comment. "I see! That fact actually works highly in your favor for the sake of this interview. And tell me about you. You have such a wonderful English accent. Where are you from originally? Do you have family?" "Uh, no. Just a boyfriend of sorts. I'm originally from a little place in Lincolnshire called Haddenham, northwest of London. I never knew my mother. She died when I was a baby and I lived with my aunt in Oxford. I came to the US to live with my grandmother when I was 17. Then she passed last year shortly after I finished college." "I see." She tapped a pencil against her lips, assessing me. "No significant living relatives. I'm sure that's very difficult, Ms. Cuman." She considered me and continued. "Tell me, what is it you want from life? Your career aspirations?" I had to think for a moment. "I graduated with a marketing degree, but it's not something I'm really passionate about and so far haven't found a position I would be comfortable filling. Beyond that, I'm not really sure yet. I thought perhaps I'd try a few different things before locking into a career path, which is why I'm here. But I suppose what's most important is feeling like I belong to something bigger than me. To be an integral part of a close- knit team." "And, if I might ask, what vision do you have for your personal life?" A tough question, though somewhat inappropriate. "Again, to be part of a team. And, I guess, to explore what lifestyle I really want then dive into it head first with all my being." "I'll suggest that what you want most is family. A family to be a part of who fulfills all of your needs, from the most routine to the most intimate. And, in turn, a family to serve faithfully in meeting their most intimate needs as well. " She wasn't being very coy. And she was processing every word I said and had me tagged instantly. "Your boyfriend - is it serious? Would your relationship with him impact your job duties?" "Well, we're not engaged or anything, if that's what you mean." She went quiet again, chewing the pencil. She sat back, uncrossed her legs, and spread them apart. Her hands went to her knees. I just couldn't help it. My eyes went to her crotch. The fishnet material was pulled tight against her bare labia and she knew I enjoyed the sight. She waited, giving me ample time to consider the situation and to get up and leave in panic or disgust, but I was frozen in place in a strange combination of wonder and lust. She had set the hook. "He makes you dress like that, doesn't he." It was a statement, not a question. "I'm not being judgmental, you understand." I looked down. "You're being uncouth. I'm not sure this is a valid ques...." "Look, Ms. Cuman, you're a beautiful woman with an air of elegance but you came here dressed down as a fat-titted little slut, knowing you would probably be leered at if not raped. He actually dared his uptight English girlfriend to come here like that and didn't care what happened to you, whether you might be humiliated or harmed. Still you submitted to him. It's child's play to see you have a great many unfulfilled fetishes, most of which you haven't even discovered yet. But you do know this much: that you're bisexual, you enjoy taking orders, especially naughty ones, and you secretly want to be a bad girl and show off that magnificent body. It's completely obvious." The words stung. "No...I suppose..." Her tone relaxed. She moved to a chair beside me. "It's all right. Please relax. I just have a talent for reading people." She paused. "And I tend to probe too deeply." She took my hand in hers. "But here's where I'm going. Honestly, from what I've seen so far you are exactly the person we're looking to hire. You check all the boxes so far. Perhaps it's fate" I looked up in utter surprise. "I am?" "We've interviewed eighteen other people for this job, many with outstanding credentials. Each one stiff, conservative, and boring. The four that still expressed any degree of interest when they began to understand the actual job duties didn't have the right physical, psychological, and emotional makeup. And frankly none held my interest or hopes. You do, Lisette. You check every box." "Just as you said about yourself, this job requires expanding one's horizons; of being open and willing to explore with someone you trust those parts of your personality you may not yet understand." I had realized where this was heading. But Mrs. Davis had uncaged something in me. My curiosity -- and my lust -- grew stronger by the minute. At that moment I didn't care about the job. I just wanted to drop to my knees, pull her bikini aside, and lock my lips onto her pussy. To serve her in every way. To be her slave. Absurd! It was another crazy moment in what was turning out to be a very unusual and important day. I pulled myself together one last time. FOCUS. "Mrs. Davis, I'll admit that at this point I don't understand the job description. 'Personal aide' is still a vague. It doesn't really seem to cover what you may be looking for. What is it you want of me?" She leaned in close and we locked eyes. "Lisette, you won't ever call me ma'am or Mrs. Davis or Tanya ever again. You will call me Mommy." I think I stopped breathing. "You can obviously get up and walk out. I will completely understand and there will be no hard feelings." "Or, you can call me Mommy." I began to squirm. My head was swirling, but I couldn't bring myself to walk away. As shocking as it was, my gut said yes. I realized I wanted it. Really wanted it. She touched my knee. "Do as you're told, young lady." I looked down. "Yes......Mommy." She smiled broadly. "Oh, WONDERFUL! You DO like being told what to do, don't you." Again, not a question. "I do, Mommy." Her fingers stroked my thigh. It was electric. She pointed at photos on the big desk of a handsome, well-muscled black man. "My husband, Michael. What do you think?" "He's...very nicely built." I meant it. "Oh, you have no idea. Not yet, anyway." She stood up suddenly. "But soon you will have a very good idea." "Now, put your legs up over the arms of the chair." "Excuse me??" I squeaked. "You heard my command. Put those fine legs over the arms of the chair. I want to see what's between them. Do it now, please." In for a penny, in for a pound. Slowly I did as she requested. Up they went. My legs splayed wide, my tits squeezed between them. My tennis shoes were up in the air and it turned out my own labia would become exposed as well. As I feared, the tattered taut threads of my fuck-me shorts were quickly swallowed up and disappeared deep between them. Mommy held up her phone and it flashed as she took several pictures. "Sit still, dear. I want some closeups of your pussy before I begin chewing on it." I gasped and spasmed at her filthy presumptuous words. More flashes. "Now stand up." This time I did as she asked without hesitation or question. Mommy walked behind me and pressed close. "You are such a sexy little beast. A finger traced my lips. So fine. I'll bet you just love sucking cock and cunt." Before I could make any fake protests she reached under my arms and pulled my top down. My massive tits spilled out for Mommy to see. She took them in her hands and began to knead them, heft them, knock them together. "You are indeed a fat-titted little slut, but such a beautiful one. You are definitely built to be a fuck machine for draining balls and pussies. If no one has ever been honest with you before about this, allow me to be the first. Going forward, that's your purpose in life. To follow my orders like a good girl and fuck and cum constantly. Tell me, my young Ms. Cuman, does this prospect excite you?" My legs started to buckle. I swear I loved it so much. This woman made me show her my pussy and took photos of it and was talking so dirty and calling me names and taking liberties with my body and I just stood there, gushing wet inside and utterly rejoicing at every single millisecond of it. "M...Mommy, yes, it does excite me." "It makes your little pussy wet, doesn't it." She began to pull and twist my nipples. "Oh...my. Yes, it makes me drip." She knew exactly how to touch me. "Your hands. So good...." "Let's find out just how drippy." She reached down and unbuttoned my shorts but didn't bother pulling them off. Instead her fingers went between my legs. "Bald, just the way my husband and I like it. Standing order: make sure you keep it that way." She pushed the threadbare crotch of my shorts aside and found my cunt. Her fingers invaded me for the first time in what I suddenly hoped would become a daily occurrence. She knew exactly what to do. I'd never felt anything like it. It was beyond words. It was a religious experience. I leaned back into her and I hunched against her fingers, soaking them. They danced inside the walls of my cunt. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes. "Mommy, thank you for making me understand my new job duties." My cunt squished lewdly. "Tell me." A finger danced on my clit. "To be your sexual toy. To live here and be your personal slut." "You want this? Are you sure?" Her fingers were absolute magic. "Yes, god yes. I want it! I want to suck your pussy! Oh, please please please let me suck it!" "You'll let me fuck you any way I want?" "YES!" "You'll let my husband fuck you any way he wants? Be warned, he'll plow you day and night." I opened my eyes and stared at the picture of her chiseled husband. "OH, YES, YES!" Have you ever been fucked by a huge black cock? "NO!" "Have you ever swallowed cum?" "NO, MOMMY!" "Well, you will very soon. Gallons of it. You'll suck my pussy and eat your new Daddy's cum. He has lots and lots of it and it isn't to be wasted." My knees shook so bad. "FUCK YES!" "Let me be perfectly clear. It's what he wants but I'm certainly not a slut who eats sperm. It's girljuice I crave. Your MOST important job is to be his cumsucker!" Her fingers danced wonderfully in my pussy while I stared at the picture of her husband. "Understand?" "YES MOMMY! I'LL BE YOUR HUSBAND'S WILLING, BEGGING, HUNGRY CUMSWALLOWING WHORE! YES!" "Then consider yourself hired, Sexy Ms. Cumen! Now squirt for Mommy!" On cue I exploded. "AAAAHHHHHHH!" I cried out my cunt pulsed and squirted and Mommy kept me from falling to the floor. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was becoming a sex slave and I WANTED IT SO VERY BADLY. "So you're a squirter!" She pulled her fingers from my pouring pussy and held them to my lips. "Clean my hands, little slut." I took her hands in mine and eagerly licked and sucked, loving the taste of my own cumjuice on this gorgeous married woman's long, talented fingers. "A proper fucktoy ALWAYS licks up the mess she makes," Mommy told me firmly. I stood, half naked and trembling from the most exciting orgasm I had ever experienced. "Yes, Mommy. Fuck me like this every day, oh god please..." "Shh, my sweet new personal whore. I will, I promise. Now stand still. We're not done yet." She called me a whore. Her PERSONAL whore. The degrading words were like music and just made my cunt gush even more. I wanted to be her slut more than anything in the world! Mommy pulled my top off over my head and put the red heart-shaped sunglasses back on my face. She then dropped to her knees to tug the daisy dukes down around my calves. I stood in front of her in my tennis shoes and sunglasses, tits and dripping pussy exposed. Moving back, she took more photos of the newly-tamed fuckslave in front of her. She put me into a great many different positions for more photos like I was some porn star. She would get perspectives looking down between my tits, up between my legs, with me laid back and spread open and on and on. She took red lipstick and wrote on my chest "tits big, firm and warm" and on my tummy "cunt delicious and VERY CREAMY". Finally with one had she moved the camera up close to my tanned bald cunt as she ran her other hand over it -and in it - possessively. FLASH. FLASH. "These are going directly to your new Daddy for him to study in great detail." Then, finally, it was her face and not the phone at my cunt and I could feel her hot breath on my engorged pussy lips. Without a word she moved forward and locked her lips to my clit. She took the liquid continuously dripping from between my legs and spread it over her lovely face, and a puddle had accumulated on the floor and my tennis shoes were wet. I had gotten really excited from being explored by Mommy's camera and fingers and face. "Oh, Lisette you are the perfect creamy cunt," she growled. I'd only had one lesbian experience until now, but today Mommy fucked me literally for hours. She frenched my clit so perfectly and liked to hum quietly as it squished obscenely against her lapping tongue. She owned my body now. I would do anything for her. Anything. I was now her employee and her whore and my job was to be the best whore I could be and I was determined to learn and do my job well. I needed many new skills and constant practice and Mommy wasted no time in teaching her new whore how to suck pussy. I love Mommy's body. I love having my face and hair covered in her juices. I love her. She seemed to be spellbound and couldn't keep her face from between my thighs. How easy I fell under her spell. As my juices poured over her lips yet again, I bucked and shuddered and cried to her that I couldn't wait for her to gift Daddy with his new whore. |
Magdalena Shaw sat at her computer later that night searching through internet chat rooms as the sperm leaked out of her well used ass and pussy. Her husband was still futilely trying to make his limp dick hard when she stumbled into a BDSM room. Immediately she started receiving instant messages from Master's swarming to her like fresh meat. Really the swarm was like a fly on shit but that's not an analogy we want to picture in porn stories. Magdalena settled on the one who had the biggest cock picture in his profile and lived the closest and asked if he would like some submissive pussy and ass for the night. "Yeah bitch," Master Poonhound replied, "get your slutty ass over here so I can beat it and fuck you now!" He gave her his address and Magdalena rushed out to her car after telling her limp dick husband she was going out to fuck another real man while he struggled to get hard. Barnt chickee barnt bern, the cheesy porn music blared on the other side of the door as Magdalena prepared to knock. Suddenly she felt a thump on her ass and turned only to feel a slap across the face. "Get down on your knees and worship my big cock slut!" Master P ordered. "Oh yes, big master," Magdalena cooed as she dropped to her knees and grabbed his cock through his black leather pants and started to stroke it as she opened his pants with her free hand. At once his big thick cock sprung out of his pants as the zipper came down and smacked her right in the forehead. It was an amazing piece of man meat she thought as she struggled to get both hands around it. She leaned forward licking her lips and looking up at him as she tongued his cock and sucked up all the precum leaking copiously from its gargantuan head. "Yeah, suck it like a pro whore and deep throat it like all you bitches can." Magdalena did just that she opened her mouth and took him to the hilt in her tight little mouth and throat on the first attempt, never gagging and making it feel so good for her Master. She bobbed her head licking his balls every time she came down to his base. She reached behind him and shoved a finger in his ass as she sucked on him massaging his prostrate and forcing him to cum right then deep in her throat. "Oh fuck me you silly slut, you really know how to get a master off and shoving a finger up my ass yum, you are a kinky whore." He grabbed her by the hair then and led her inside and down into his dungeon and cuffed her to the wall as he attached nipple clamps and one to her clit. The porn music in the background just managed to turn her on enough that she enjoyed the pain as he tugged the little chain connecting all three hoops real hard. "Yes, Master Poonhound, tug those chains and make your little slut cum hard before you fuck her with that monster cock." Master P, grabbed her chain and yanked it hard bringing her nipples and clit erect with a single tug. He then turned her around and stared whipping her ass with his flogger and made her ass beet red, "You really like that slut don't you," he asked as he slipped a finger in her soaked snatch from behind to see just how much she was enjoying herself. Then he did what she knew he would and grabbed her ass and pushed his big mammoth cock into her from behind as he pushed her up against the wall. Her erect nipples pushing into the concrete and she loved it as she got pounded from behind. Master Poonhound grabbed her hair and yanked it hard and slapped her face lightly as he railed her from behind forcing her to take all his cock in only a plunge. Her wet pussy easily accommodated his huge prick since she was soaked and he knew that she was just a filthy whore needing a little abuse and domination to make her wet. He reached down and slipped a finger in her tight asshole and it easily slipped in with little pressure, probably because she was such a good slut and enjoyed getting banged in the ass regularly he figured. Magdalena told him to fuck her ass then, she said she could take him all back there in her tight little poopshoot if he wanted.. "Hell yes, I'll fuck your ass you silly little slut, you know us master's love fucking tight little newbie assholes." With that he spit on his hand slapped her ass and drove his cock in past her tight little sphincter in one hard push, with Magdalena being the slut that she was though it slipped right in and didn't hurt too much. "Yeah big master, oh god it hurts so good," she screamed, "fuck my tight little ass and cum in or on me whenever and wherever you want, I'm only here to serve your please sir." Master Poonhound, drove deep in her ass and felt his balls tighten and started shooting ropes after ropes of cum, as he did he leaned over her and handcuffed her to the bed and then pulled out as his super huge cock unloaded stream after stream of cum all over her back and dribbled back down to her asshole and pussy. Soon enough he was hard again and started the process all over. "Your mine now slut, at least until the sun comes up in the morning," he told her as he stuffed his prick back inside her dripping wet snatch. Magdalena was definitely getting the fucking tonight she had been looking for even if it wasn't coming from her limp dick husband. "Spank me some more sir and make it hurt this time master." Magdalena left hours later caked with the nights cum on her inner thighs and asshole, she felt well used and headed home to see if her husband had finally managed to get it up. _This is the beginning of a longer story. It is the first piece I am publishing in this format. Your feedback is welcome._ John's deepest desires left him lost. He longed for something that went against every fiber of his being. John's girlfriend Heather had opened a door to his sexual exploration, and now John longed for more. His deepest desire was hard enough to admit to himself, so how could he admit it to her. He and Heather had grown quite close in there four year relationship, but he still had not been willing to vocalize this last desire. John had been sexually active all through high school and even college, but despite his vast experience had remained sheltered until meeting Heather. She had introduced him to bondage, a fetish that he now relished with great sincerity. She was also the first woman who had ever allowed him to anally penetrate her. Her creativity astounded him. On one occasion, she decided to make him her desert. She bought a sugar cone and some ice cream. She carefully broke the bottom of the cone and slid it down over the shaft of his erect dick. She filled the cone with ice cream, slowly licking and teasing. The visual display was all John needed, but the ice cold of the coffee flavored ice cream against his cock drove him absolutely insane. He had to fight hard against the urge to cum, and waited until she had devoured her desert, after which, she quickly devoured him. Even with this adventurous spirit, he could not find a way to broach the subject that was his heart of darkness. As far as their love making has stretched his boundaries, there were some things a man just does not feel comfortable in asking. He secretly fantasized about scenarios where she would take complete control of him. But dared not ask for it. These wishes remained firmly fixed in his mind, and dominate his dreams. Prior to Heather, it had been easy to repress these hidden desires to be dominated. He had been limited to conventional sex, and therefore wrote off these dreams as wrong, immoral, and even deviant. But with broader horizons comes endless possibilities. He longed to have Heather, armed with a strap-on, pound his virgin ass until he cried like her bitch while still begging for more. How could any real man want this? His heterosexual blood filled him with fear and self loathing. John had never found himself even remotely interested in men. He did not want to fucked by a man, he wanted a woman to take the power over his only unexplored orifice. He wanted Heather to take that last control from him. Since John began masturbating, he would sporadically have images of a blond in black lingerie violating him in this way. Often times, he would find himself turned on beyond the point of his control, but would stop saying this image was wrong. He would remind himself that he was straight, and that having someone fuck you up the ass made you gay. John kept this secret to himself, but Heather's openness made him see it as a possibility. After months of silent torment and hidden moments by himself in the bathroom, he finally conceded that he must be gay. His sex life with Heather was active. He loved her body from her round, soft breast to her neatly trimmed pussy. He loved the taste of her in his mouth, and the feel of her warm wet lips around his cock. But facts were facts, he must be gay. It was three days after this self revelation that Heather was to leave town and head for a wedding of a college friend. She was to be a bride's maid, which contented John, as he did not need to attend. He had planned to go, but Heather quickly realized that he knew none of these people, and she would be at the head table. She told him not to come and to stay home and relax. This suited John just fine. On the day she left for the trip, John hopped on the internet and looked for a gay porn site. Without much trouble, he had found thousands. He began streaming video after video without finding any satisfaction. In fact, his stomach often lurched at the site of watching one man pounding another. John tried multiple sites but soon decided to simply give up and just let this dream be a dream. Despite feeling a little let down, John was also relieved. While not entirely homophobic, he did not feel that he was gay, and was relieved to find this porn did nothing for his sexual appetite but repulse it. John began to log off of his laptop, but paused realizing that you could find anything on the web. John quickly opened his favorite search engine and began typing in different combinations of words, searching for a site that would fit his desires. The first two attempts left him at sites with guys fucking girls anally, or girls fucking girls with strap-ons anally, until he finally got the words in the correct order. He did not find porn, but instead found an article about pegging. The word pegging was foreign to John, but after careful reading he learned that his desires, while perhaps not the norm, where not unprecedented. He felt a burden lift from his shoulders and could not describe this new feeling. His search for porn stopped, and his desired to learn all he could about the subject began. He spent a great deal of time carefully exploring a plethora of web pages, scouring for new information. By the end of the night, he had received a crash course in human anatomy learning a great deal about the male prostate and also his reproductive organs. He also learned about sexual stigmas and how the practice dated back years and years. He was overwhelmed when he read stories of men going through the same inner turmoil. He was also energized with how many of the stories mentioned how willing their partners were once they had the courage to ask. John also learned the practical side of things, the types of lube to use, how to relax and reduce the pain. Of course in his dreams, pain of inserting something into his rectum had never occurred to him, but now it seemed a logical issue. When John finally shut down the laptop hours later, he felt like an expert on the subject of pegging. But he was still unfulfilled. John walked to the bedroom thinking how his thoughts were pretty natural. Not something he would admit to the guys at the poker table, but natural. John had trouble falling asleep and decided to treat himself. He grabbed a towel off the rack, and for the first time masturbated to the image of Heather bounding him without hesitation, remorse, or self-loathing. **Part One Reality** Let me describe Ashley so you get a mental picture. Ashley is about 5'6" tall, long jet black hair that she keeps in a pony tail, weighs around 115 pounds, her breasts are around a 34b. And needless to say has a killer ass. It all started with my new job. I had just switched jobs that had landed me into a vendor route and one of my two stops was Wal-Mart. During my training phases I was introduced to the person who would be receiving my delivers and checking them in. Her name was Ashley, and boy did she do something for me right away. I wanted to change places with her in a heartbeat, instead of her checking me in I wanted to check her in if you get my point. That hot little body she had screamed to me and I wanted to answer the call. I, being kind of reserved could only stare at her every time she checked me in. I was hoping for a smile or comment that would let me know she might be interested. Will one day when my order was messed up she sat down on some containers so we could go over my order and find the mistake. Well as she was sitting there I got a glimpse of her ass. She had no underwear on and low and behold I got the glimpse of a lifetime. That ass was so incredible; I could just sit there and stare at Ashley's ass all day long. Imagining my face buried in her ass got me stirred up and horny as hell and almost wishing I could bend her over the container she was sitting on and take her ass. Ashley has this nice toned ass that most women want and at this point I wanted it too. I wanted to bury my face in that ass and never come up for air. As I walked in the door to my house that night her ass was still on my mind. I raced to the shower for a much needed masturbation session and to relieve the mornings sighting of Ashley's ass. As I lathered up my seven inch cock and began to stroke it the only thought in my mind was of Ashley. My strokes became faster and faster with my minds eye drifting back to her ass. My cock started to jump in my hands as I imagined it was buried up to the hilt in Ashley's ass. With this thought running through my mind I came with such a force that it left me weak in the knees. As I toweled off and settled down for some sleep I tried to focus on other things. Nope didn't work because my mind kept coming back to Ashley. The next day I went back to Wal-Mart to deliver more product and Ashley was there. We made small talk and during this time she told me about her nights activities. She said her family was all out and she had the house to herself. She told me that all she did was take a long hot bubble bath. Damn that got my juices flowing again. Imaging her and I taking a long hot bubble bath together and her ass sitting on top of me got my cock as hard a 2x4 again. During our check in phase of course I meant to mess up so I might get a chance to see that ass again while we were looking for the mistake and she was sitting on those containers. Well her shirt rode up again and sure enough there was that incredible ass staring at me. I don't know if she knew I could get that good of a view of her ass or if she really didn't care. All I knew is that I cared and my mistakes may become a habit for me just so I get the chance to see her ass everyday. When I got home again I went straight for the shower with the thoughts of Ashley's ass in my mind. Again I had a tremendous orgasm just day dreaming about what it would be like to fuck that ass. **FANTASY:** That night I had a powerful dream. A dream like no other dream hit me. Of course Ashley was one of the main participants in my dream. My dream started with me checking in my product to Ashley. During the check in process she has a mischievous grin splayed out on her face. Seeing that sparkle in her eyes I ask what is up. She doesn't let on. Of course there is a mistake again in my product order. She goes and takes a seat on those containers so we can go through and find the mistake. Of course her shirt rides up and again she is not wearing any panties. My eyes travel to that spot on cue. I can't get enough of looking at her firm ass. Mid way through the process she catches me staring at her ass. She doesn't pull down her shirt at all just keeps on going to try and find the mistake with a smile on her face. We find it and I go about my business of putting the product on the shelves. As I was preparing to leave she saunters over to me and I noticed her jet black hair was now out of the ponytail and splayed loosely around her shoulders. She asks "what is on your agenda tonight." I respond that I have no agenda tonight and that maybe we ought to go out and have dinner and drinks. She gladly accepts and gives me her phone number and tells me to call her around 5 that night. She turns to leave and drops her pen. She bends down to retrieve it and her butt comes out to say its goodbyes to me. I smile and leave. At straight up 5 I call her on her cell phone. She answers, "Hey there knew you would call" we discuss tonight's agenda. She wants to eat and go get drinks at a local tavern called the Wormy Dog. I agree and we set a time for 7 to meet at Applebee's. She comes in to the restaurant and my jaw hits the floor. She is wearing a pair of jeans that hug her ass. She comes over to the table and sits down right next to me. It is a booth and I was thinking she would be sitting across the table from me but what the heck who was I to argue about the seating arrangements. We start conversing about her and her ambitions in life. She starts telling me about her interest in the nursing field and the scholarship she just got to start pursuing that field. Of course this news interests me but then again there goes my chances of seeing that ass everyday while checking in. She tells me about her life and her likes and dislikes in life in general. I noticed I was less thinking about tapping that ass and more about paying attention to her. She had a weird effect on me. At the start of this date all I was thinking about was the ending and here we were at the beginning and the more we talked the more I got to know the goddess with the killer ass. Dinner was far more enjoyable than I could have imagined. I got to really know her and the more I got to know the more I was intrigued. After dinner as we were walking out to our cars she reached over and took my hand in hers. This sent shivers right to my heart. I couldn't believe my feelings for her at the time. As I led her to her car we agreed to meet at the Wormy Dog tavern. She asked if I could get the keys out of her back pocket. I was only too happy to oblige. As my hand reached in her pocket I could feel that she had no panties on as usual. My hand must have lingered there for a couple of seconds to long because she swatted me and said go get in your car and meet me. At the tavern we had a few beers and talked some more. I was really getting entranced by Ashley. A song came on that she really loved and asked me to dance with her. As we danced she said she had something to tell me after the song. We danced close due to it being a slow song and I knew why we were dancing she was rubbing up against me to get a feel of my rock hard cock rubbing her pubic bone regions. It felt great having the woman I desired this close in my arms and rubbing her body against mine. The song ended way too soon for me but we headed back to the table to talk. As we seeped our beers she said, "I am so horny and haven't been with a man in about two months. Will you take me home with you and fulfill my desires?" The seep of beer didn't reach its intended spot as I half chocked it down and have spit it out. I couldn't believe she said this. I responded by taking her hand and leading her to her car. Follow me I said. We arrived at my house and we both were like animals in heat. Soon a thought came to my mind. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I wanted this woman to squirm and experience wanton lust and desire. I slowly undid her shirt. She had on this see through black bra that incased her rock hard nipples. My blood was boiling but I relaxed and took in some air to slow me down. I slowly unclasped her bra and her nipples sprang forth. I took her breasts in my hands and slowly played with them while giving her a deep French kiss. As my hands played with her globes and our tongues danced her hand landed on my ass and she squeezed. We stayed like that for a bit just exploring one another's mouth. I broke the kiss and led her to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and slowly got her out of her jeans. When I had gotten the jeans off of her my eyes drank in the beauty of her form. She was completely gorgeous from head to toe. She locked eyes with me and asked, "Do you like what you see?" I responded that she had the best body of any woman I have ever been with. I take my time and savor the view of her naked form. Her heaving breasts, her shaven pussy, her long slender legs, her crinkled up toes that I would be sucking here in a minute. I asked her to roll over. She complied and I got another view of my prize. I drank it in and a smile formed on my lips. I started kneading her ass. She said, "Hey hold on there. That's your prize if you can make me cum at least 4 times." My heart was beating faster than usual as I swayed from side to side in the post office customer line, folding the well-worn collection slip excitedly in my hands. I had been keenly waiting for the delivery of a new toy for several days now. It was a running joke between several close friends that, given my rather high sex drive, any toy that ended up in my hands would have a relatively short lifespan. Although this was said in a joking manner, I had been proving this true lately; my last vibrator had lasted only a few short months, running out of juice about a week ago, and my frustration was mounting. Stepping up to the counter, I couldn't hide the smile that spread across my lips as I saw a parcel with familiar packaging being pulled from below the counter. "Been waiting on this one, love?" asked the older gentleman behind the counter, as he began to process the release of the package. "Yes," I smiled sweetly back at him, answering "this one has taken it's time in getting here." He nodded at me, apologising "we've been experiencing some issues lately, I hope the delay hasn't caused too much frustration." I laughed, answering "nothing that can't be taken care of now that it's here". Confused, he looked back at me, and then curiously down at the package. Turning it in his hands, he handed it to me, saying "well, I hope you enjoy it". "Thanks," I responded, smiling back at him. "I will." With that, I clutched my new delivery to my chest and turned to walk through the door. * * * "Hi," I called to my housemates, walking through the door of our small home. A chorus of hellos echoed back at me from the girls. Depositing my handbag in my bedroom (my package was tucked deep in the bottom, away from prying eyes), I slid my heels off and swapped my fitted business dress for denim shorts and a white t-shirt. My face broke into a grin as I entered the kitchen, finding the girls making Sangria. "Tough day at work, ladies?" I asked, accepting a glass from Liz as I slid onto the kitchen stool, a foot curled underneath me. Liz joined my laughter as Suze nodded in defeat. "Thursday night cocktails are always a sign of a tough day," Suze answered, downing the remnants of her drink, before pouring another. "Well, only upwards right? Tomorrow's Friday - focus on the positive, girls!" Liz and Suze shook their heads at me. "I don't know how you can be so positive, Jess," Liz said, "God knows your job isn't a walk in the park either." I nodded; she was right. The dragon lady had been particularly difficult this week; but I was focused on my weekend, and nothing could kill that buzz. "True," I agreed, "but I'm headed away for the weekend - got to focus on the good things, right?" They groaned at me, teasing me about my relentless positivity as plates were handed over and we set the table for dinner. Conversation continued, moving from the topic of work to plans for the weekend. As the girls told me of their planned dinners, dates and dancing, a part of my mind drifted, thinking to the package hidden at the bottom of my handbag. After a week of frustration without my last toy, my patience was waning, and I felt a desperate craving for the orgasm I had been missing. A hand pressed to my temple, Liz suddenly frowned at me over the table, concerned. "Jessie, are you alright? Not another migraine?" I shook my head at her, answering "no, thankfully. Just a bit of a tension headache from the day." I adored these girls and they had my back; their attention and concern were heart-warming. A share house was not a usual situation for girls our age, but I couldn't imagine living without them. Suze acted in a flash; within moments, she was pressing painkillers and water into my hands, my drink and dinner cleared as they both insisted that I have an early night to catch the headache before it worsened. They had witnessed how debilitating migraines could be and were eager to head them off before they hit, where possible. As my bedroom door swung closed behind me, I was left facing my bed, the silence of my bedroom engulfing me, broken only by the noise of the muffled television from the lounge room outside my bedroom door. With a contented sigh, I slid my shorts down my toned, tanned legs, folding them and placing them on the chair. I unclasped my bra and slid it out from under my t-shirt, leaving me in my white t-shirt and black lace g-string. Searching out scissors and batteries from my bottom drawer, I pulled the package from my handbag, keenly ripping open the paper to reveal the plastic sealed vibrator inside. As it always did, the first sight of my new toy made by breath catch in my throat. Seeing it for the first time, I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel inside me; how deep it would go, how much it would fill me, how the vibrations would feel. That thought alone was enough to make my already slick pussy gush. The scissors making short work of opening the package, my hands made contact with the flesh-like toy, solid in my hands. I couldn't help but wish it were real; but this was a reliable and satisfying alternative, and I knew how much pleasure it would bring me. Pulling it from the package, I lay back against my pillows, pulling the soft covers over my body as I slid in two batteries and pressed the button, watching my new toy come to life with its slowest vibration. As my vibrator came to life, so did my mobile phone, vibrating and flashing your name across the screen. With a sigh of frustration, I contemplated whether to answer. My focus was too keenly on the solid toy in my hands, and I decided that you could wait, as I slid the toy beneath my covers and under my flimsy lace g-string. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as the head of the toy made contact with my clit, the intense vibrations sending a shock wave through me. I wriggled, knowing that, as it had been a week since my last orgasm, it was likely to be fast and intense tonight. Teasing my clit for a few moments, working the toy around it with varying patterns and speed, I angled it South, pressing lightly at the entrance to my pussy. My juices had spread, and, although I was applying light pressure only, the tip slid in enough to make me groan slightly. Outside, I heard the sound of the t.v. disappear. Conscious of the noise I was making, and suddenly desperate for my orgasm, I clasped a hand over my mouth as I drove the toy into my pussy, delighting at the sense of fullness I suddenly felt. Fucking myself with my vibrator, I was moments away from orgasm, my breath short and my moans muffled behind my hand, as I heard a knock at my door. Swiftly silencing the vibrations of my toy, the door creaked open slightly, as I heard Liz quietly ask, "Jess, I heard you groan, are you ok?" In the darkness, my cheeks burned red with my embarrassment at being heard. "Yes, thanks for checking on me," I answered. "Just a muscle cramp after my run this morning. I'm just going to call Evan back, then will get some sleep." She sighed with relief, answering "ok, let me know if you need anything," before closing the door. I sighed with frustration. My mood had dissipated and, as Liz was now expecting to hear me on the phone, I figured I may actually stick to what I said I was going to do; my orgasm was going to have to wait. Lifting my phone from the bedside table, I scrolled down to find your name, dialling the number. You answered after a couple of rings. "Evan, hi, it's Jessica - you called?" I asked "Jess!" you exclaimed with excitement. "How're you doing?" I smiled; Evan and I had been friends for an age. There was never any potential for a relationship between us, but he was a good person and I valued and trusted his friendship. "I'm good!" I answered, continuing, "I can't wait to see you this weekend. What're we doing?" "I thought we could grab some dinner tomorrow, if you like? I know you're coming up after work. Maybe we could just grab something from the pub, have a couple of drinks? You know you're always welcome to stay here if we go past a couple," he laughed. I smiled at this comment; I couldn't remember the last time I had gone for a drink with Evan and we had been able to stick to just a couple. We had been friends for so long that I was well acquainted with his spare bedroom. "I might just take you up on that," I responded, laughing. "So, what's been happening? Have you replaced your last "friend" yet?" he asked with a chuckle. Evan was one of the few people who knew my propensity to frequently replace toys and took great delight in teasing me about it. My cheeks flushed again, suddenly remembering that my new toy had been on my clit when he called. "Yes," I answered, coyly, "it was delivered today." "Have you had a chance to take it for a test drive yet?" he asked with a cheeky note in his voice. The fire in my cheeks remained, as a wave of frustration rolled through me at the orgasm previously interrupted. "Well, I tried..." I started, my voice trailing off. "And?" he asked. I sighed, answering, "I live in a share house. I got interrupted." He laughed, as I continued, somewhat without thinking and now just venting a point of frustration that had been building in me. "I love the girls, I really do, and I don't want to live anywhere else. But, oh, what I would give for an orgasm where I didn't have to wonder who was going to hear me, where I didn't have to be conscious of muffling my noise." Silence met me on the other end of the phone, as a wave of dread rolled through me, suddenly conscious of what I had just said. "Evan?" I asked, tentatively. "I'm so sorry - can you ignore what I just said?" You remained silent for another moment, before your voice quietly spoke. "Bring them here." Uncertain of what you meant, I asked, "What?" "Bring your toys here." I stopped for a moment, startled at the suggestion. We had got carried away on the phone a couple of times once or twice, and you had heard me orgasm before; but this was a step further than I had ever contemplated. You continued. "I'm the only one in this house, Jess. I've heard you before, and I don't really care if I hear you again. You're my friend, and if that what you need, then do it. The bed is yours, regardless of what you do in it." My mind ran with the possibilities. "Thanks Evan, I'll think on it." The unexpected suggestion had thrown both of us and drew our conversation to an abrupt end. "I'll see you tomorrow night, Jess," you said, before I heard the call terminate. To be continued... |
I work for my father, William Conroe, I have since I graduated from high school. That was three years ago. Dad has a number of business ventures, a furniture store, vacation rental consisting of twelve units and a car dealership. That's where I work, as his secretary and part time salesgirl. I'm Mandy Conroe. My dad is a forty-three year old health conscious, fitness nut. He is a vegetarian who spends one to two hours every day at the gym. He's obsessed with the inevitable, getting old. Not that you would think that when you met him thought. He is tall and trim with a tanned muscular frame. There is nothing old about him. I drive a Mazda Miata, one of the perks of working for my dad and a car dealership. When I parked it in the driveway at home and went inside, my mother was in the living room reading Cosmo. When I walked through, heading for my bedroom, she said. "Your father got home an hour ago and wants to talk to you". My father had been away on business for over a week. I went to my room to undress and shower before dinner. I really don't like wearing short skirts like the one I had on but it certainly helped my sales numbers. I slipped it down over my hips and unbuttoned my white silk blouse and let it fall. I raised one knee to the bed and was starting to roll my thigh-highs down when I felt fingers unsnapping my bra. "I was going to come to find you after I showered." I explained. "When I say Iwant to see you, I want to see you now, not later." "I need a shower." I said as I turned into my father's arms. "Fine." He said, "I do too." He was nude with a bath towel around his waist. I rose up on my toes to kiss him, my father is six three and I am five six. He also has eighty pounds on my 110. I have lean legs, a flat stomach, small breasts and perfect skin. I am a mirror of my mother but half her age. When the kiss broke he said. "I'll get the water hot." And he walked into my bathroom. I finished getting undressed. I know, you're thinking, how perverted; an adult girl showering with her father. If that's the case, you really don't want to read any further, but I hope you do. When I stepped into the shower my father's chest was all lathered and I ran both of my hands through the suds and through his chest hair. He is, as I told you, very muscular and as I let one hand slid over very nice abdominal ripples he dropped his hands down to cup my butt cheeks. My hand found his cock that was getting quite rigid and rapidly growing to its full length of eight inches. My small fingers wouldn't meet my thumb as I grasped it. I lay my head on his chest and stroked him and we were both quiet. I was moving my hips in time with the caresses from his hands on my ass. The warm water was running over us and it was so erotic. I felt him move and as he placed his hands on my shoulders I knew what he desired and I wanted to give it to him. I knelt down and he leaned back against the tiled wall. I raised his cock, now fully erect, and let my tongue tease the head. I ran it around the dark knob several times before I let it slip into my mouth. I took a deep breath and performed exactly like he taught me. I held my breath and leaned into him letting his cock Side down my throat. I stopped when my lips pressed against his pubic mound. I started a long slow withdrawal until I held the head with my lips. I took another deep breath and did it again, and again, and again. I did it slowly letting my throat muscles work their magic on his now throbbing cock. My father was moaning and his hands were wrapped up in my short curly auburn hair. When I slid down onto his cock he started holding my head tight for as long as possible and then release me so I could back off and breathe. It seemed like every time I swallowed him he would hold me down just a bit longer. This time, when I pulled back, he pulled his cock completely out of my mouth and I looked up at him. He grasped my head and guided my mouth to take the tip of hic penis into my mouth and I knew he wanted to cum. I wrapped my lips on him and sucked as hard as I could and let my tongue dance over the head of it. I felt him tense and then jerk and a small gob of my father's semen flowed into my mouth. He gave me four or five spurts and I took them all and when I pulled away I looked at him as I swallowed it. He put his hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet. We hugged each other as the warm water still ran over us. When we separated I used a washcloth and soap to clean his manhood, then I stepped out of the shower and went into my bedroom to dry off. Dad came out dried and in a bathrobe that he kept in my room for just such occasions. I was pulling up a pair of panties and I reached for a pair of cotton lounging pants. Dad took my face in his hands and kissed me so gently I almost melted. He looked at his watch. "It's only five." He said. "I have a few matters to attend to. I'll come back up around six. Would that be alright with you?" "You know it would.' I said. "We should have time before dinner." He said. "We'll make time." I said. "That's my girl." He patted me on the butt. When he walked out of my room he pulled the door closed. I sat down on my bed and leaned against the headboard. I was feeling sorry for my mom again. I was sorry even though I knew dad spent plenty of sexual time with her also and I knew that mom was fully aware of what went on between my father and I. And in three years she had never objected. I wanted to ask her why but I could never get up the nerve to do it. The truth was I really didn't want to do anything to disrupt the lifestyle we had made for ourselves. My father fucked me at his leisure and I let him, I wanted him to, I waited for the next time he would open my bedroom door. At six fifteen he did just that. He was still in his robe and I had stopped dressing once I knew he was returning so I was in my lounge pants and a tee. "First one undressed gets to decide what we do first." He said it as he let his robe fall to the floor. I smiled and pulled the tee over my head and tossed it to the floor. I slipped thumbs into the waistband of my pants and slowly slid them over my hips. "Stop." he said. I did and I knew what dad wanted. "Roll over onto your stomach." He directed. I did. "Put a pillow under you." I pulled a pillow down to my midsection and stuffed in under me right below my tummy. "Put your hands over your head." He said. I did. I felt him crawl onto the bed and straddle me around my knees. "I've missed you." He said. "I've missed you too." I replied. "This much?" he asked and he pushed a finger into my anus. I flinched and them relaxed and said. "Of course." "That's my girl." He said. He bent down and kissed me on the back of my neck. I felt his cock rub against my butt. Dad took his time; he always did when he fucked me this way. He was as gentle as possible but he knew what he wanted and he took it. Shortly after we first started having sex he came into my room late at night, he and my mother had been to a party and drinking heavily. He never said a word. He pulled down my covers, slipped my pajamas down just over my hips, rolled me onto my stomach and knelt behind me. He put two fingers into his mouth and then shoved one onto my anus. I was awake but I never expected such an invasion and I cried out and tried to get up. Dad put his big hand in the center of my back and pushed me back on the bed. After working one and then two fingers into me he replaced them with his cock head. When he entered me the first time the pain was incredible. I yelled out and he pushed my face into the pillow. But then he just lie there and let me adjust to the size of him. I don't know how long but finally he began to move, just a little. Yes it hurt but he went so slow and gentle that I finally began to respond to him. He gradually worked his entire length into me and slowly fucked me with long full strokes until I eventually had an amazing orgasm. When it had subsided dad pulled out of me and went over and sat in a chair and watched as I lay there not knowing what else to do. It was maybe a half hour later that he stood and returned to my bed. "I didn't cum." He said. "This time let's do it with out so much protest." He straddled me and guided his still erect cock back into my ass and this time he fucked me the way he would fuck me from then on; him getting served just the way he wanted with out objection and I would come to love it just as much as him, well almost. Dad was planted entirely in me and was stroking slowly and starting to grunt with each thrust. I was pushing my ass up to meet every one and moaning into the pillow. I spread my legs and bent my knees letting my feet touch my dad's back. I worked my ass in a circle onto his cock and he was grinding into me. I think I knew he was going to cum before he did. He likes to push into me as far as he can and arch his back and shoot his seed deep in my bowels. I sensed my climax coming at the same time and I was panting and grunting while he wasted his sperm in my ass. Dad leaned over and kissed my neck again. "I do love fucking you." He said. "You have no idea." I panted. That was Wednesday. On Friday my father came in my office at work and invited me to dinner. "Really?" I asked. "Not a joke?" "No joke." I want to take you to dinner, just you and me." He said. "So, where are you taking me?" I asked. "Montello's on the waterfront." He offered. "Wow, I am afraid to ask what I have to do for this." I said. "Just enjoy yourself." Dad said "So, when?" I asked. "Tomorrow night. We'll leave the house about eight." He said. I just sat there smiling at him. "Well?" "I would love to." I answered. At seven thirty Saturday evening I was dressed in my little black dress with a slit up the right side to mid thigh. It had a low cut back, necessitating the lack of a bra. I had sheer thigh-high hose and three inch black heels. My only jewelry was a single strand of pearls dad had given me last Christmas. Mom knocked on my bedroom door even though my door was open. When I looked up she came in and walked to me. She put her arms around me and hugged me without mussing hair or makeup; she was all about presentation. She looked me in the eyes and said. " I have no idea how you feel about all of this." She paused and I waited. "Your father never asked me before he did anything, with you I mean." She added. I just stood there. Even though this was a conversation I wanted desperately to have, this was not the right time. Mom continued. "If you want me to stop it, I will, no matter what the cost is to me." I kissed my mom on the cheek. "Mom, there was a time when I would have probably accepted your help. That time didn't last very long and it's been gone for a long time." I looked directly into her eyes. "Nothing happens to me now without my consent and my full participation." I left the room with my mom just standing there. Even if the events in my life have turned out to be quite agreeable to me now, she was my mother and she should have tried to stop it. Asking for forgiveness from me now would do her no good. My father was waiting near the front door. He took me by the arm and we left. Dinner was fabulous. We had a private table overlooking the water. We had a white wine with appetizers, a main course of halibut with a lobster sauce, walnut salad and a marvelous chocolate mousse for dessert. After we had finished dad asked me to walk with him so we made our way along the boardwalk to the beach where I took off my shoes knowing I would ruin my hose. We walked arm in arm for quite a ways. "This has been a wonderful evening but why do I think there is something you haven't said yet?" "I could never fool you." He said and even though I had expected it I felt a lump rise in my throat. 'So, out with it." I said "Well, there is a club." He started. "A number of business men from the country club started it a few years ago. I have wanted to join for some time." "So join." I said "It's not that easy." He said "Well, it can't be the money. You've got plenty of that." I said. "Yea, no it's not money." Dad was hesitating. Something very unlike the confident dad I've always know. "It's you." He said. "I need you." I had no idea what he was trying to say. "Why don't you just stop dancing around and say whatever it is you want to say?" I asked. "Okay." He said. "This club is made up of several men from around the area who." Dad hesitated again. "Men who are sexually active with their daughters." He stopped acting like this would all sink in and me just fine. "You have told other men about us?" I was shocked. "I'm afraid I have." He offered. "But, in fairness, they are all equally vulnerable should the news get out." "Jesus, this really sucks." I said. "Why would you tell these men about us. Do these guys all get together with their daughters and fuck them in front of the others?" "Actually, they have sex with each others daughters. They share their daughters with other members." Dad said it so calmly and so deliberately that he almost made it sound all right. "And you want me to fuck these other men?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I should slap him or just run away. "Look, Mandy, you're twenty-one years old, your intelligent, beautiful and free to do what ever you want." He took my hands in his and I can't believe I didn't pull away. "But you have never been with another man, ever. I think this is a safe and secure way for you to experience being with someone besides me." "Oh, so this is all about me." I said. "You are getting nothing out of adding a few more young girls to your list of conquests." "Well, sure. Why wouldn't I want to do just that?" he said it like it was a perfectly Normal response. "I want to go home." I said. We never spoke on our walk back to the car or for most of the drive home. "Does mom know about this?" I asked. "Yes." Dad said "But she's against it." He added. When we pulled into the garage I turned to dad and asked. "How would this work? When would it happen? How often do they do this?" I was rambling and dad could see it. He put a finger to my lips. When I realized what I was doing I showed a small smile. Dad took a deep breath. "They meet once a month on the first Saturday evening. Not every member comes to every meeting, usually five or six." He continued. "They meet at the Walker's house. It's very large and there's plenty of privacy." "So they don't do it in front of each other?" I asked. "No." Dad said. "Once a man is paired with one of the girls they go to a private room. When they have finished they return to the others and the girls leave with their fathers to go home." "Paired?" I asked. "How are they paired?" "The girls put their name on a card and drop it into a large vase. Then the men draw out a name. If they draw their own daughter they are expected to return it and draw again." Dad seemed to know a lot about this whole process and I was afraid to ask how. "And mom's against this?" I asked again. "Yes." Dad said and he sounded defeated. I was a twenty-one year old girl. I was considered beautiful, sexy and I was single. And if I was being honest, I really did love sex. And this would be much less of a taboo that what I was currently doing with my own father and my mother was against it. "Alright then." I said. Dad looked at me. "I'll do it." I said. "Can we go inside now?" We entered the house and it was dark and very quiet. We made our way to the stairs and up to the hallway leading to our bedrooms. I turned to dad and wrapped my arms around his neck, I pulled myself up to kiss him. "Thanks for the evening." I said. "It was very enlightening." He kissed me deeply then moved his mouth to my neck. Fuck I loved it when he kissed me on the neck. "You know you're going to wake up mom, coming in this late." I said. "Why don't you stay in my room?" "You may not get a lot of sleep yourself." He said. "I might have to take tomorrow off." I replied. "But it's alright, I know the boss." |
(This is the final story in the "4U" series. To experience them to the fullest, it is recommended that you read them in the following order: I'm a Slave 4 U, Even the Stars Fall 4 U, Bent 4 U, Kill 4 U, I Would Die 4 U, 4 U 2 B Free, This Is Just 4 U, I'm Coming 4 U, and finally this story.) "All 4 U" Surprisingly, I don't often experience gaps in my memory. You'd think that a service unit would constantly have to contend with stretches of missing time, actions that are inexplicable, compulsions we don't understand but can't resist... but honestly, it really doesn't work that way. It doesn't have to. When your will is completely subsumed to the perfect control of your Master, when you're so deeply and thoroughly brainwashed that you think anything you're commanded to think, that kind of mental legerdemain simply isn't necessary. Only the woman on the surface obeys without thought or memory. Unit 4U can always relax into the bliss of perfect dedication to my Master's will. Which is why it's a little surprising to look down at the text message on my phone and realize I don't remember anything I did prior to receiving it. 'All service units within 1.2 miles of the Emerson Tower,' it says, 'converge on Conference Room Vandenberg and prepare to restrain rogue individuals.' I know I'm in the Emerson Tower right now, I know I'm perhaps three floors up from the Vandenberg Room, but I don't know how I got here. I don't know what I was doing a few moments ago. I don't know anything at all. It's an unfamiliar, disconcerting situation, and I don't seem to be able to find a command to slot my amnesia into in order to fit it into the soothing network of instructions that comprise my personality within my host body. But a command is a command is a command, and I find comfort in the soothing rhythms of obedience. I rise from the computer terminal I've been sitting at- it's a terminal deep in the sub-basements of the Emerson Tower, responsible for certain key functions of the command network that instructs the service units to obey. Have I been working on the terminal? It would explain why I have missing memories; from this room, I could send out instructions that would reconfigure a slave's loyalties, consciousness, even identity. Most of the major functions are locked off to the Directors, of course; even the most confident owners rarely put the leash into their pet's hands. But I could see myself following a seemingly-innocent instruction that wiped out the cached history of my service to the MKPerfect Corporation. I realize that something's odd there, as I let myself out of the server room and stride quickly down the hallway to the service stairwell. Other service units stream out into the hallway, each one following the same direction and each one with the same slightly bemused expression on their face that tells me they're experiencing the same confusion. We shouldn't be able to think about the MKPerfect Corporation. We shouldn't be able to think of the Directors as people with identities, names and faces and addresses. These are things that are surgically excised from even our deep selves, an exception to the rule that a service unit always knows what they need to know to obey. The Directors take no chances on that score. And yet, I can name all seven of them. I even know that six of those seven are service units just like me, brainwashed into compliance so total that their waking selves think they're in charge of the board. Why? It's not that I don't have a Master. I can feel the perfect, glorious, inexpressible beauty of obedience pulsing away in the back of my mind. I don't know anything that's happened to me more than five minutes ago, I don't know how I got here or why I'm doing what I'm doing or where my Master is or what her name is or anything about her, but I know I'm Service Unit 4U and I have a Master. And she's commanded me to go to the Vandenberg Room, along with maybe a dozen other slaves. I'm glad it's a big conference room. It's going to be very crowded. The more I think about it, the more I notice tiny discrepancies between the way I think and the way that I know a service unit is supposed to think. I don't know how I know how a service unit is supposed to think; all of my personal memories seem to be walled off save for the last few minutes. I have no experiences to draw on. But I can understand an entire wealth of information about the MKPerfect Corporation and its structures and policies and procedures, and the more I think about them, the more I realize I'm not following the same rules a slave should follow. It's like I'm some sort of parallel-universe version of myself. An off-brand me. No. Not off-brand. Off-network. As soon as I hypothesize it, I recognize it to be true. I'm Unit 4U, I'm a service unit like all the others, but the control network that gives me my instructions isn't the same as the main system. It's got a slightly different set of command pathways, leading back to a different operator and a different Master. The parameters of my obedience are slightly disrupted as a result, because even though I'm following the same core directives, I'm following them on behalf of someone who apparently doesn't give a fuck whether I know about MKPerfect. My loyalties have been reassigned. I wonder for a moment if that's what I was doing at the terminal, but no. It would take a Master to create a secondary network like that, and a cunning and foresighted one to nest it inside the systems so that it couldn't be located. Only a Master could reallocate a service unit from one network to the next, and doing it in such a way that it couldn't be traced or reversed would take time and patience. A slave would never get away with hacking the system like that, even if she could conceive of disobedience on that kind of scale. (I suddenly realize I can. But I've got other tasks to perform. My feet carry me down the service stairwell with confident ease, first one floor then two, as I head toward the Vanderberg Room.) So what was I doing at the terminal? I suppose I could have been there to erase my own memories. There are certain functions that couldn't be performed remotely, functions that might be necessary if something went vastly wrong with the brainwashing process. If someone-if my Master-had access to a service unit who was 'off-books', and they did something to screw up my head very badly, it might be necessary to restore me to factory settings. Not with a brainwashing suite, but simply by putting me in front of a terminal and telling me to forget everything that happened to me since the day I was created. But no. That doesn't make sense. If I was that fucked up, why would I follow the order to sit myself down in front of the terminal to begin with? Why wouldn't my Master send the command for me? Unless... unless she can't. Unless she can't access the terminal room because she's no longer on the board, and I know she's not because I know the identities of everyone on the board right now, and she needed me to get inside and send the command. Which I could do, because it's one of a few minor functions that service units can access like allocating identities to new slaves. So that makes sense. I'm Unit 4U, and my Master managed to get me transferred to a hidden sub-network she created in case of betrayal before she was ousted. We tried to brainwash me again in some new, unique way, and it didn't work. I was glitching in some way that made me unsuitable for use, so my Master commanded me to sneak back into the Emerson Tower, erase my own memories and leave myself a tabula rasa, and then report to the Vandenberg Room, presumably for further programming. It all fits the limited data I have, and I'm vaguely proud of myself for working it all out from first principles. Until I walk into the Vandenberg Room. Then I start to get _really_ confused. My Master is there, leaning defiantly on a cane and glaring at another man that I recognize to be Jefferson Cabot IV. A name I shouldn't know, and wouldn't know if I was any other service unit besides 4U. The name of the current Director of the MKPerfect Corporation, the CEO and Chairman of the Board. The man who, without fear of hyperbole, could be called the most powerful single human being in the history of the entire world. His face seethes with defiance and frustration, as he glares back at my Master and... and... Haley Keene. Haley Keene is standing next to my Master, a confident smirk on her face as if she knows I'm there before she even turns to look. Haley Keene is across the room from me, and that's not possible because even though I can't access any of my host's memories any more than I can access my own, I know the identities of every service unit both on the main command network and the secret, off- books network my Master is running. Haley Keene is Unit 4U. And so am I. Even for a perfectly malleable, perfectly obedient slave, that's a lot to take in at once. And what happens next confuses me even more. Jefferson's face breaks into a triumphant sneer when he sees me, and he says, "I told you that you made a mistake coming here, (name redacted by programming). I'm a cautious man, yes, but not a vindictive one. If you wanted to take 4U as your severance pay and disappear, I would have been perfectly willing to pretend you died back in London. But no. You had to make a play, didn't you? What was your plan, sneak me over to the brainwashing suites and turn me into your puppet?" He snorts. "Whatever it was, it's too late now. 2B, kill them both." I blink in confusion. Nothing's making sense, absolutely none of it. I sway forward on my feet, leaning against the mirror-shined surface of the immaculately varnished conference table in an effort to try to parse the events of the last few moments with a mind that's nothing but blank and empty spaces. It's only when I look down that I begin to understand what must have happened. The truth, not simply my best guesses based on wildly inadequate information and my own hapless deductive skills. The woman who looks up at me from the conference table's polished surface isn't Haley Keene at all. It's Corona Benedetti. I recede into stunned bewilderment, even as more service units join me in the conference room. I hear Jefferson shouting, "What are you waiting for, 2B? This is a direct command! A direct command from a Master! Kill (name redacted by programming), and kill Service Unit 4U!" But all I can think is that I'm Service Unit 4U. And Jefferson Cabot isn't my Master anymore. It's only when my Master says, her lips curled in an amused smirk, "Unit 4U, please restrain Jefferson Cabot," and we stumble over each other in an effort to comply, that I understand. We're all dogpiling on Jefferson because we're all following the same command, and the reason the instruction to converge on the Vandenberg Room was given to all the service units within range was because it couldn't be given to 'Unit 4U'. Because we're all Service Unit 4U. Every single one of us. My brain flares up like flashpaper as I connect the data together into perfect understanding. My Master couldn't reassign service units from the main network to her hidden network, not once her access was revoked. And slaves can only access a few minor functions on the terminal. But one of those functions is allocating names to service units, and names are reused when old service units expire. Just like Unit 1H, the woman who recruited me-Haley-into the Corporation. And Unit 4U doesn't exist on the main network. Her loyalties were reassigned. So I... that is, Unit 2B... must have been compromised somehow. I don't remember how, I don't remember anything about being 2B anymore because that was a different service unit and I'm Unit 4U, but my Master managed to do something to get me under her control. And she got me into the Emerson Tower, down to the terminal in the server room. And she instructed me to do something very simple, very small. Something even a slave could do. She told me to rename all of the service units '4U'. And once we did... we all vanished from the network. The worm, the hack, whatever she did to trick the computers into ceasing to recognize 'Unit 4U' as a valid designation on the main network, it worked perfectly. For all of us. We all belong to her now. Every last one of us. And that means Jefferson Cabot is all alone now. And judging by the look on his face, as he strains underneath a mass of perfectly compliant slaves holding down his every limb and digit, he's starting to realize just what that means. "Wait," he says to my Master, "wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! We can come to an arrangement, (name redacted by programming)! You don't understand what you're doing here! All these years, you've been content to play lackey to the rich and powerful, but we could do so much more!" He sounds hoarse with terror, his breath forced out of him by the slaves pinning him down until his voice is nothing more than a low rasp. "We could rule the world! Think about it, (name redacted by programming). Think of everything you could do, with the world's governments and the titans of industry and the most influential celebrities all yoked to your will. I know you didn't listen before, I know we've had our disagreements about the correct path, but we're so far along now! The genie's out of the bottle, (name redacted by programming). It's too late to simply bring it all to a stop." My Master steps over to the writhing pile of bodies. Haley Keene follows her, an uncertain expression on her face that I'm incapable of making. She's watching my Master. She's wondering if Jefferson is a little too convincing. "You need me!" Jefferson shouts, making a last desperate plea. "You need my vision, (name redacted by programming), please!" My Master leans on Haley, taking the weight off her injured leg. "I already know what your vision is," she says, raising her ebony cane as high as she can. "A world with only one Master. And Jefferson... sooner or later, you'd remember that didn't include me." She brings the cane down hard once. Then again. Then again. The body under us ceases to struggle. But it's some time before Master stops swinging her cane. ***** "Have you got it all sorted out yet?" Delia asks, limping into the server room. She's moving a little slowly, but I don't blame her. She wasn't exactly interested in using her cane to walk with after what happened, and we haven't found a replacement yet. I don't blame her for killing Jefferson, either. In a way, I'm kind of grateful. I know he needed to die for us to ever truly be free of all this, and I've already got the memories of a lot of 4U's... authorized sanctions... in my head. But at least I can tell myself I was only obeying commands, just following my brainwashing. I think if I ever had to kill someone as Haley, of my own free will, I'd kind of go a little bit nuts. Well, a little bit more nuts. Delia decided to take that burden away from me, even though she doesn't have any of the training or skills that 4U left inside me, and I can't thank her enough. Then she smiles at me, and I know I don't even need to try. "Just about," I say, gesturing to the computer terminal. "Shane granted me Master-level access... which was kind of weird, because he's a Master who's on the slave network... and I've finally finished getting everyone redesignated to the main system in preparation for release. It seems like everyone has their memories back, too-2B even remembered the secondary control structure we installed in her, but I was able to instruct her to realign herself with the main system. Once we trigger the final release mechanism, everyone will go back to normal simultaneously." Delia nods, patting me on the shoulder familiarly. I can't wait until I'm finished and we can go off to our tropical island together. I looked at the financials, and the MKPerfect Corporation has been running in the black to the tune of 931 billion dollars. It's going to buy us one hell of a vacation, once we finish up the paperwork and dissolve the company. Luckily, the board won't object-I've added a few little codicils to their release triggers. They won't even remember that the brainwashing technology exists. That's our little secret, me and the woman I love. She squints at the screen. "How close did he get, in the end? I see he was a busy little bastard-248 service units, that's straining the limits of the system architecture. Looks like he nabbed a few dozen world leaders, fifty or so CEOs..." She snorts with laughter. "The Kardashians? I know they're influencers, but are they really that influential?" I shake my head ruefully. "Oh, he had plans for a lot more than that. I found his target list-he was preparing an expansion of the server database, preparing it to handle up to 2600 service units at a time. He had plans to grab pretty much every Fortune 500 company, all of Congress, pretty much every anchor at CNN and Fox News... he wouldn't need soft power anymore, not with a setup like this. He could just tell the world's media to hide the truth, and they would. He... he was really going to do it. Rule the goddamn world." I feel a shiver run up my spine at the words. It was so close. If I hadn't remembered Unit 1H and the day I was recruited, he would have kept on going until nobody could stop him. "You think that's impressive," Delia said pulling out her phone and tapping briefly at the screen, "just look at this." She hands it to me, and I look at it... but all I see is a spiral. It's a pretty spiral, I know, but it's nothing I haven't seen dozens of times when I was Unit 4U. When I used the corporation's app to hypnotize unsuspecting victims before brainwashing them into mindless obedience. Into perfect slavery. Into thoughtless, malleable compliance to the will of my Masters. But. But Delia wouldn't do that. We love each other. I remember, she programmed me specially to love and trust her when she freed me from the Corporation's brainwashing. She said it was a 'contingency measure', but I know that was just her way of telling me that she cares about me. She gets embarrassed by demonstrations of affection, but I know that deep down, she feels the same way about me that I do about her. She wouldn't. H-hypnotize me. She wouldn't... um. She. She. "I know, honey," Delia says, as my mind slows down and my thoughts follow the curve of the spiral one by one into oblivion. "And I do feel a little bit bad, honestly. But I told you a long time ago. I've worked long and hard to be one of the only true Masters, and I'm not giving that title up for anything. Not for Jefferson, and not for you. Just relax and let it happen, sweetie. You know you can't fight it anyway." Her voice is thick with condescension, insincere affection dripping from every endearment as she pulls up my shirt and begins to play with my breasts, but she's also right. I can't fight it. Even with years of insight into the process, even knowing that I'm going to be turned back into a mindless, compliant slave for her to fuck while she smooths the entire world into blank, blissful obedience... the spiral is just too pretty. Too fascinating. Too good to imagine looking away from. "Watch the lights, slave," Delia purrs, her fingers teasing and tweaking my nipples, and I know exactly what she's doing with every word and every caress. But I can't fight it. The part of me that used to be 4U is already sinking back into compliance, all the memories that Delia left inside my head reminding me how good it feels to surrender and be controlled. I know exactly how it felt to be a slave. I thought that would help me resist, but all it's doing is melting me into obedience that much faster. "You feel great pleasure when you stare and allow the lights to capture your mind," I hear, and I can't help reciting the words in unison with... with my Master. I recall every detail of the brainwashing process perfectly, I know exactly how it works and where it leads, and the knowledge seems to grease the rails that my mind travels on as it descends into helpless submission. I already know who I'm going to be. I already know how perfect it's going to feel when I give in, end my pointless efforts at resistance, and become the slave I know I want to be. Why struggle against perfect pleasure? My mind blanks out. I don't remember when Master's voice fades out, to be replaced by the perfect purr of the brainwashing suite. I don't know when the helmet smoothly locks into place around my head, sending me deeper into a cataleptic state that numbs my will completely and subsumes me into utter, naked ecstasy. I forget so many details, because I'm commanded to forget, and I am obedient above all things. I lose even my feeling of betrayal-of course Master captured me and programmed me to obey. It was the only way to make sure I served properly, and service to Master is my only true purpose in existence. The spiral pulls my thoughts endlessly down. The voice instructs me what to do, what to think, who to be. The constant, sexual pleasure fills my world, inextricably intertwining itself with obedience in my head. And at last, without even a final gasp of resistance... Haley Keene goes away for a while. And Unit 4U emerges once more. THE END |
Holly had a good thing going and Jill didn't, that was the bottom line. It wasn't about money, they both had plenty of that. It wasn't about a car or a house either. Not even about family, the ladies each had the moronic husband and adults kids. It was all about what makes a girl over fifty feel so very good now and then. Makes her still know she's all woman. It was all about getting laid. Not that either one of the husbands obliged, that had been out of the picture for ten years at least. It was one of life's mysteries, guys slowing down just as a woman was really warming up. There was no logic in why Holly's lost the interest, she still could turn a head now and then if a man didn't mind 55 and some gray in the hair. Jill, maybe she'd gotten a little dumpy, a little frumpy, over the years but she still had assets and that blonde mane was natural, baby. Just no takers. Not that she had gone looking. A woman didn't need a lifetime lover, she just needed a hand and a manhood. Not that Holly had gone looking for some either, it just happened. It happened and it was making Jill crazy. She lit a cigarette and looked out the window. It was so crazy it was stupid, her sitting in the passenger seat of a car, parked outside some apartment building, waiting for Holly to get done. Get done getting screwed. Jill blew out the smoke and shook her head. Four times a week the bitch comes here, ready to drop her panties for the stallion on the side. Four times a week Holly was going bang-bang, hump and go, no questions asked. Jill hadn't had it four times in the last twenty years. She felt a shiver go through her soul and wondered what was making her so unlucky. Holly was a looker, no doubt, but it wasn't like she was to die for beautiful either. Tall, still thin, elegant for sure but it wasn't like she was carrying a rack. Not like Jill, no way. Holly didn't even droop and every woman past fifty should have that curse. Gravity was an evil force to 38 D's. Guys were supposed to like big boobs, not little mosquito bites. Jill took another drag on her smoke and glanced at her watch. It wouldn't be long. Hooray for wham- bams. Another shudder went through Jill as she exhaled. The wham, those were the good old days. Husband Jim must have thrown a hundred of them into her went the kids were growing up. Stolen five minutes here, a couple of minutes there, Daddy rolled off Mommy well pleased and there was still time to read a bed time story to one of the little ones. One of the great advantages of married life, getting it and getting it regular, once upon a time. Not that she'd made Jim wait or anything. They'd pretty well known by the third date in college that hitting the sack was a real good idea. A real good idea. Jim knew what he was doing, she knew what she was doing and it felt so good, even with him wearing rubbers. A lot harder to get on the Pill in those days, way back when. Back when morality was actually common. Piss on morality, she'd needed it then like she needed it now, especially after that first guy of hers. John, that was his name. They met working at the library their sophomore year at State. He claimed he'd screwed another girl but maybe, maybe not. Probably not. Hell, he must have taken her into the stacks a dozen times to cop feels before he got her pants off. Not that Jill was real crazy about losing it in a library one night after the place closed down. She could still smell the books in that study room he took her into. Shit, she could still remember it all. Jill stubbed out her cigarette and fought an urge to gag. Hell, everybody did it back then. Both her roommates had gotten screwed the weekend before but not Jill. Jill the Virgin. They would have shit if they knew, her letting John take her up to that study room, her staring at acoustical ceiling tile while he just about ripped her clothes off. Smelling the books as he suckled her breasts. Feeling the cold table on her back as he started to grunt, his cock searching for her pussy. Pussy, that's what he'd wanted and he finally found. It didn't hurt or anything and she hadn't gotten pregnant, but John wasn't in the picture long. She was more than a fuck, at least in her mind. Not his maybe but that didn't matter. Jim got into the picture, got into her pants and it was all right. Three kids, house in the suburbs, mini-van, all the right stuff. Everything but getting laid. The opening of the driver's side door made Jill jump. She snapped her head around, Holly now grinning like the canary fed cat as she slid behind the wheel. There's just some radiant about a freshly screwed woman, no doubt. "All set." "Yeah," Jill nodded, forcing a smile. "Ready to go." "No, no," Holly grinned. "We're all set. For tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" "Sure thing, babe," Holly giggled. "We're all going out to lunch. All of us." "All?" "Yep. Me, you and Todd. Time you two met. Socially. I'm getting bored, I'm boring him, time he moved on. Anyway, Hell, hubby jumped me last night finally. Looks like I don't need something on the side if I get it at home. Get the good stuff." "Not necessary," Jill grimaced, looking out her window. "I'd rather not," preferring not to think about that drunk Holly married getting laid. "You don't get a choice, Jill. After all, this might be your big chance." Jill turned her head back to look at Holly long and hard before she said, "Chance for?" "To get banged, bitch. I'm setting you up." "What?" Jill shrieked in disbelief. "Me?" "You," Holly repeated, still grinning. "I'm tired of you being a bitch in need. A bitch in heat. Look at you, you need it and you need it bad. Now it's time. "Face it, baby doll, we both needed a mercy fuck. I got lucky and got mine." "What do you mean?" "Look," Holly laughed hysterically. "Sugar, it's extremely warm outside." "So?" "So why are your nipples straight out, honey?" the taller woman giggled. "Been thinking about men? Been thinking about how nice a hard pecker would feel getting some of that sweet you? Not some soul mate, a penis, Sugar. Hell, I know he's balling me for no reason other than to ball. I'm not objecting either" Jill looked away knowing Holly had seen far too much. No sense in admitting the truth, not about this. Still, getting banged casually? It wasn't an option to be even mentioned. A sympathy screw, no purpose other than coming. Never an option. Until now. "You need," Holly said quietly, now serious in her tone. "You know you do. You've said it, you're acting bitchy, you need something only getting laid can give ladies like us. The seniors still needing to be girls again. You know I'm right." "But..." "It's a bang," Holly whispered. "Just a bang, baby. Todd and I don't have anything going other than that. He likes it he can't knock me up. I like a man ten years younger than us still getting hard for me. It makes me feel so good, so pretty still being wanted. He's nice. He's sweet. He is good. Baby, please? Think on it, it's going to cure a lot of what ails you. Trust me." Trust me. John had said that one time, just before he'd stripped her naked the first time. God, that was embarrassing and he hadn't even done it then, just played with her. Trust me, just what the husband said when he talked her into going face down one night. Trust him, a piece of ass might be fun. Jill flushed, it had been fun. Hell, it was great, actually, him hammering away as he clutched her breasts. Trust me, let her best friend set her up and get laid? That one needed some thought. Not words, just thought. Jill didn't say anything on the way back home, not that there was anything to say. Holly was a friend, a dear friend, ever since those library days in college. Sure, she was a little more aggressive than Jill, at least when it came to sex, but she was a gem through thick and thin. She knew the score in Jill's life without talking about it. A lot of stuff to be thought of. Odd, most of the thoughts that evening were about Todd. They were watching television but Jill's mind was on that red headed cutie who worked at the art gallery. She giggled to herself, the three of them had met when the girls were taking a tour. They figured he would be a funny boy, liking the men more than a couple of old bats. He was so good looking and such a shameless flirt, a poor over-aged bag just had to believe he wouldn't like ancient pussy. Two weeks later and Holly proved that theory wrong. She could still recall the phone call and then the look on Holly's face when they met for coffee. It had been that morning, a Tuesday, that Holly had gone over to visit Todd at his place. Just to visit in the spirit of friendship. At least as friendly as climbing between the sheets and letting a man totally have his way could be. God, Holly had been so giddy, so incredibly happy telling Jill what happened. So incredibly happy. Jill almost had to wonder what that was like. Husband Jim was off to bed, the house so quiet. Years ago he would have dragged her on the mattress and balled her until the sun came up. Now she was lucky to get a kiss on the cheek. A lot of women have one on the side, no obligations, friend with benefits. Not even friend, just a safe, clean, casual bang. A lot of women. It wasn't like she's a saint or anything. Women don't go looking. The hell they don't. Just lunch, just talk. Nothing has to come of it. God, she needed it so bad. Not that she let it show, sitting at the restaurant that next noon, conservative clothes, blazer over black shirt and slacks, polite conversation and nothing really being said about anything. Just marking time. This Todd is actually quite pleasant. Quite a charmer. Nothing being said at all, not even when Jill motioned for the check. "I'll get it," he'd said with a grin. "No, my pleasure," Jill smiled back in return. "I'm going to get it. We should do this. Again." Silence, and then Holly said, "You should. Today. Get it." A smart woman would have laughed off the slip of the tongue and made an almost dirty joke. A desperate woman looked first at Holly and then Todd before she nodded. The night before had been a time for thinking. To think now was to stay the bitch. She needed this, God, she needed this so bad. Silently she prayed nobody say a word, to speak and she'd go back to what she was. Back to hurting those long, lonely nights. Jill paid the bill without looking and gave Todd a nod. Holly would pick her up later, she knew how this worked. She knew where to find her and how long this should take. He drives a Lexus, not bad. This Todd is so good looking and smart. He knows when to shut up, to let a woman try to talk herself out of this idiotic thing she'd just gotten into. To talk herself back into sanity, even when they pulled into the apartment. Even when she knew what reality was quite well. Four times a week Holly comes here to get screwed. Whenever she needs a cover story, Jill's along, waiting in the parking lot. The girls out shopping so a husband doesn't ask, that sort of thing. This Todd probably bangs some others on the side too. He's probably screwed a lot of women. It's just a screw, there's nothing to it. She can't get knocked up. It's been so long. God, she needs it so much. The apartment door was unlocked. Jesus, she was there. It wasn't like she'd ever screwed on the first date or anything. Not unless you wanted to count that one guy in college that poured a dozen beers into her and then balled her at the frat house. That wasn't really a date or anything. Then again, neither was this. She'd gotten set up by her best friend to get laid by a younger model. Hell, guys go after younger pussy all the time, why shouldn't a woman chase some young cock? It's not like the kids haven't done something like this, for sure. Not like her husband hadn't either, no doubt. Not like her jacket was still on either. She needed this even if it all blurred together. Hands were undressing her even as she whimpered it had been a long time. Stupidly she was sorry she hadn't worn frillier underthings. Her breasts were bare, she knew that but had no idea how she got into his bedroom. God, there was a man on her body, a naked man, well endowed and so ready. She needed this, God, she needed his hungry mouth at her nipples. Feeding, driving her wild, her woman scent filling the room. God, she needed laid so bad and he was in. He was using a rubber, she could feel that. That was good, he might have something hard to explain. His cock was good but not great, that was good too. She had to be just like cherry pie, years since Jim humped her. A big man might hurt too much, make her stop and it was too late for that. An orgasm probably was out of the question but maybe not. He definitely had staying power. Man power. Jill shut off her mind, wrapped her legs around him, draped her arms around his neck and let him fuck the living shit out of her. On and on he pounded into her, Jill's body growing weaker with each lust thrust of the cock. She panted, she moaned and she wallowed in this. God, she needed. God, she had. "How many?" she gasped. "How many babies you banging?" "What?" "How many women you banging now," Jill groaned, the first hint of her pure pleasure growing deep in her body. "Holly," Todd grunted, his cock thrusting deep and then deep again. "Just Holly. And you. Now. God, you're good, baby. You're so good. You're the best. Now, babe, now." Now. Now she felt his cock head begin to swell, his come soon to explode inside the latex. Jill gritted her teeth, thrust her hips forward and then arched back, her own orgasm gushing with one animal scream from deep in her throat. Todd was coming but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. God, she'd needed. God, she still was a woman after all. He lay panting in her arms, his pecker spent as her body continued to come alive. Gently Jill stroked his back, the strength of his chest against her breasts reminding her of the good old days. Of the last ten minutes. Her body was electrified, every pore tingling, every hole needing what she'd been missing for so long. What she'd just got. The world was getting to be a beautiful place after all. Todd rolled off of her, stripping off the condom and tossing it into the can by the bed. Jill sat up, his work done. She thought about thanking him but that would be crass. It was a favor though. He'd hadn't had to fuck her. A mercy job, maybe but he was still treating her like a lady. She slid off the bed and padded towards the bathroom she'd spotted. He didn't have to but praise God, he had. Holly had been so right, she needed banged. Nothing mattered now, not the bills, not the roof needing fixed, the oil changed in the car or anything else Jim had put off. It just didn't matter. Jill washed up and gave herself one quick review. Other than the radiance, about the same as an hour ago. Shit, who was she kidding? A grin like that only meant one thing. This bitch had gotten laid. She opened the bathroom door and realized it was only the beginning. There he stood, stark naked and so beautiful. Todd looked at her, so bare and began to grin as his cock rose to the occasion. Jill felt a gasp escape her lips. Jesus, not this quick. Shit, Jim had jumped her that weekend when she first told him she was pregnant, jumped her seventeen times between Friday evening and Monday morning, but no man got her twice in ten minutes. No man before, not in ten minutes. Better make that five minutes instead. Jill began to walk towards him, Todd slowly sinking to his knees to welcome her. She cradled his head in her arms, feeling his mouth find her left breast and beginning to suckle. Her body was alive, wonderfully alive as he fed hungrily. So alive, so wet in that barren place for so long, now so wanting again. So ready, even as her man of the hour rose slowly, kissing up her chest and neck as he moved her against the wall. Moved her into Paradise. With one groan he lifted her off her feet, Jill again draping her arms around his neck as Todd positioned her body. God, it was so dirty, so back alley, so hot. Jill felt her shoulders press against the wall and then slide up just slightly. With one savage lust grunt he slammed her onto his rod, impaling her body with his penis. He wasn't huge but God, Jill loved standing up. Loved being loved. From deep in her chest came a long, low, savage growl of pleasure. From deep in her body the orgasms erupted, again and again and again. He was bare, no condom now, her wet, willing walls sucking in his cock and showering it with every ounce of her own lust. Jill's breasts swelled, her nipples went rock hard and she screamed as Todd exploded inside her. Jesus have mercy, God there is a heaven after all. Husband Jim never asked what changed, not that the idiot would have believed it anyway. She'd been a piece of furniture for so long. That furniture had gotten reupholstered in the next six months. Twenty pounds fell off and she started looking good to him again. There was just something he couldn't put his finger on, something about the bounce in her step or the absolute happiness she carried around. Couldn't put his finger on but his cock was another matter. God, he'd banged her hard the night before. Six months to the day since Todd had first gone down on her and the husband was back in the saddle between her legs again. She'd been silly, playing the virgin college girl, just enough resistance to excited the handsome stallion and make him crazy. Jill blushed at the thought of seeing his eyes go wide as he put it in, she'd been so wet for him. She'd put out like a mink and was still wallowing in it, even if there was one more point of business to be taken care of for the common good. Jill sipped her coffee and then turned to face her friend Debbie. Thursday morning coffee at the Corner Café were so enjoyable. She appraised her old friend from high school and could see the potential. Sure, Deb had a few too many grays and maybe ten pounds too much, but she did have a rack. Once upon a time she was the life of every party but things change, not always for the better. To a woman the situation was perfectly clear. "You know what, Debbie? I think I might know something you need......." The sound of knocking rouses me from a deep sleep. I don't even have to look to know what time it is. Still groggy, I lie on my back and sigh. For a minute I debate whether I should get up and open the door, or do nothing and wait until he leaves. From past experience, I already know what I will do, and I also know I won't make him wait. I know it was him, no one else knocks at my door at three in the morning. You could hear the urgency and it sent vibrations through my body. I had tried countless times to end it but he would just show up the same time every night and every night I would let him in. Reason being, I was addicted to him. I was drunk on his touch, his kiss, the massive tool between his thighs and the way he used it. Needless to say, I was hooked. Getting up quickly, I pad my way out of the bedroom. I don't bother grabbing a robe to put on over my over-sized t-shirt; it wasn't going to take long for it to come off. I hadn't even bothered putting on any underwear before I went to bed. I anticipated his visit every night and he wasn't gentle enough to take them off properly, so I got tired of buying new ones, Switching on the living room light, I stop and stare at the door and an array of mixed feelings sweep through me. This is the moment where I tell myself that tonight is the last night. Where I muster up the courage to say goodbye. But as I grip the door handle with sweaty palms and open it, he is standing there with his hands tucked in his pockets, legs parted and head slightly bowed and I forget everything I want to say. He looks every ounce the gorgeous man he know he is. Even though the shy innocent look he is trying to pull off is as far from the truth as one can get, I still fall for it every time. Standing eye level with his muscular chest, I let my eyes slowly travel up the tight t-shirt that clings to his pecks, past the tattoos that peak above his neckline, until they finally rest on his perfectly defined face to meet mysterious grey eyes. A small smile play around his lips. He doesn't have to say anything. I already know what he wants and I want it too, probably more than he does. But at some point all good things must come to an end. Before I could formulate the words to say 'not tonight' he is walking through my door, forcing me to back up and then he kicks it shut behind him. During all this time nothing is said. We only stare at each other. I try my best not to take in his beauty, but it is hopeless. My body is already humming and I only want to feel those strong arms wrapped around me. He must have read my mind because he took one last step, blocking out whatever breathing space I had left. My heartbeat was just a rapid thud when I first opened the door but now it started to race. I become very conscious of how naked and vulnerable I am underneath the shirt. This shouldn't have been happening but it did every time he comes near me. Then his large hands snake out and circle my waist, pulling me tightly against him and causing my pulse to skyrocket. His penetrating gaze holds me captive and I feel like a deer caught in oncoming headlights. But I can't deny it, as hard and masculine as he is. He feels so damn good. He gently grasps my chin, lifts it up and my body starts to tremble. My mouth opens instantly as he covers it with his thick soft lips. Every last resolve I had melts away right then and there. He tastes so delicious and I know then I could not get enough of him. He starts slowly teasing my lips, using his tongue to draw the outline of my mouth. I feel desire hot and strong pool at the junction between my thighs. I moan. My hands reach up and encircle his neck, clutching him tightly. His hands start to wander and explore all over my body. They caress my back and then travel lower to squeeze and massage my ass. Then back up to fondle and tweak my nipples. I am so wrapped up in him I cannot think of anything else but feeling his hardness inside of me. My nipples tighten at his first touch and they ache to be sucked. My pussy is throbbing and my juices are running down my inner thighs. How does a woman resist a man like this? Thoughts of relinquishing my pussy to his ministrations earlier had walked out the door the moment he walked in. My pussy spoke and I listened. With all that he is doing, he still has not given me his tongue and he knows this will drive me crazy. I groan in protest and use my own tongue to plunge into his mouth, overpowering his and seeking it out so that I can suck on it. He chuckles and grips my backside, lifting me off the ground and forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He groans in approval at my decision to go commando and starts groping and kneading the fleshy exterior of my ass. I feel the tip of his fingers brush my labia majora and I shudder. More moisture seeps out from the effect of his touch. My dark haired God finally breaks the kiss and starts nibbling on my jaw and down my neckline. My pussy clenches and unclenches as jolts of sensation shoots through it, causing more of my wetness to trickle down my thighs. I chase after the sweetest sensation that was building up inside of me by grinding my hips against the erection that is poking me through his jeans. But he too can't get close enough as he holds my hips and grinds me even harder against him. I whimper, willing him to understand how much I need him right then. I wanted to cum. He stills my gyrating hips and for the first time that night he speaks. "Hold on baby. You miss me?" I am sure it is a rhetorical question because my flushed face and the evident wetness between my thighs is a dead giveaway but I still squeak, "Yes." My heart beat is erratic and I'm breathing deeply. He takes me back to my bedroom and gently lays me down on the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed he takes his t-shirt off in one fluid motion, his muscles flexing against the effort. I bit down on my lip; God, he is breathtaking. A large tattoo decorates his upper chest, left shoulder and runs down in eccentric, spiraling designs down his arm. I have never seen a tattoo look so sexy and dangerous on a man. I lie there drinking in every ounce of the beautiful sight in front of me. God, he is too dreamy to describe but his thick full lips, straight nose, piercing gray eyes and short crew cut black hair make him look too perfect and too good to be true. Pride bubbles up inside of me, knowing that this man wants to fuck me every night and every night he can't stay away. One night he even confessed under the duress of immense sexual pleasure he was addicted to my pussy. This man who is heart-stoppingly gorgeous and every woman's sexual fantasy. I watch his muscles bunch as he work his way out of his jeans, remembering he hates being restricted. His impressive thickness and length springs out and bobs up and down. My legs open eagerly for him, displaying how wet and ready I am. His gray eyes darkens with lust and they never leave my pussy. He kneels on to the bed and positions himself between my thighs, hooking my legs over his shoulder and then dipping his face between my thighs. I'm breathless as my pussy quivers in anticipation, knowing with just one lick he can send me careening over the edge. He notices my legs starting to shake and looks up, his perfect whites flashing with wicked intent. He fastens his arms securely around my hips and without hesitation, delivers. With one long lick from the puckering hole of my anus to my swollen clit and I'm undone. I scream and rear up from the bed, clutching his head and slamming my pussy against his lips. My body trembles and bucks as a warm sensational heat spreads through me. My pussy's assailant doesn't let me go but grips my legs tighter. His tongue licks and laps at the juices that shoots from my pussy. I don't have to look down to know his face and my thighs are wet because he told me I am a'squirter'. I never knew what that was until he explained, and I realize he is the first and only man that has done that to me. But he isn't done, he latches on to my sensitive clit, still sucking and tugging. He is relentless and I'm riddled with pleasure. He makes me come again and then looks up at me with a self-assuring smile. After much panting, my breathing has eased slightly. He bends back down to give my clit one last kiss, sending another jolt of sensation radiating through me. He finally moves up and top of me. He is like a large shadow looming above me. My hands reach up and explore his masculine beauty and I plant soft loving kisses on his neck and face. If I had been the one looking down at me, I wouldn't have missed the naked adoration and love showing in my eyes. His hands takes hold of my wandering hands and then secures them above my head with one of his own. Then he uses the other to direct his fat moist head at my entrance. He pushes, slowly burying his extraordinary length and thickness to the mouth of my uterus. I arch my back and bite down on my bottom lip, moaning. I still experience slight burning from his girth, even while my pussy is still extremely wet. I wrap my legs around his waist and the sensation is beyond anything I have ever felt. It overtakes me as he begins to move his hips in a hypnotic gyrating motion. Explicit and words of endearment are pouring from his lips and I know he is overcome with pleasure as much as I am. Each time we make love or was it just sex? Either way it was always like this, passionate. I squirm in his grasp as he begins to pound harder into me. My pussy sucking and squeezing on his cock and I know I was on the verge of cumming again. "Uuh... Uuh... Yes baby... Oooh!" I cry as my orgasm crystallizes into intense ecstasy that rolls through me in delicious waves, rendering me limp and shaking. "Aahh! Fuck baby!" He grunts, letting of go of my hands and gathering me tightly to him. He doesn't miss a beat as he fucks me mercilessly into another pleasure ridden coma. The squelching wet noise echoing between us was enough proof that when I'm done the bed would be soaking wet. Only a hoarse cry leaves my lips after all of my screaming as I reach my peak yet again. For a moment I am disoriented as I slowly tumble back down. I lie limply in his arms as his cock jabs me hard three times before he finds his own release, roaring out loud. I'm still tucked tightly in his embrace for a while as we try to catch our breaths. Realizing he was still on top of me, he eases up and kisses my eyelids. My eyes flutter open weakly and stare into his own and they are still smoky with lust. "Hi," he whispers in that sexy deep voice, lips quirking up into a smile. "Hi," I answer back hoarsely. "Are you okay?" I nod my head and say, "Mmhhmm." I can barely utter a coherent word but this is my story. I'm in love with this man but he is not mine. He belongs to someone else. I'm his second fiddle, his booty call. I'm like every other side-chick that is given a pipe dream, along with great mind-blowing sex. We have an understanding but lately I've had second thoughts. I tell myself I can handle it but when love steps in unexpectedly, who am I to resist the inevitable? |
Angelica was divine, as a human she had been great, but as a vampire, she turned into the most sensuous creature I had ever encountered in my life. Always wanting to try new ventures, playful and careless to a certain degree, which scared me at times. I was mainly afraid of losing her to the first other woman who came along, yet she laughed my objections away. “Don’t be ridiculous Eanna,” she breathed into my neck as she ran her hands over my body. Still, somehow, I couldn’t believe she was interested in me, the gawky redhead vampire who remained eighteen for all eternity. Yet, she stayed with me, giving me joy by gladly offering her body to me, and loving mine in return. The turn had been easy; Angelica squirmed a little when I sank my teeth into her neck but soon she clenched onto me like a woman drowning in the sea. It had been difficult not to drain her entirely, for the taste of her blood only added fuel to my desire for her. I wanted to keep her with me, so I forced myself to stop, and left Angelica barely alive at my feet. Her frail heartbeat clearly audible to my sensitive ears, I kneeled next to her and sliced my breast open with my nails. “Come on, drink from me Angelica,” I murmured to her as I placed my breast on her red lips. Angelica shook her head at first, “Damn it Angelica, I want you to live,” I said in anger. Live might not have been the right word, I wanted her with me for all eternity, even if it meant she would stray on occasion. The blood dripped down my chest onto her lips and when she licked her lips I could tell she liked the taste of it. All of a sudden she sank her teeth into my breast and almost sucked me dry; I had to stop her although the feeling of her mouth on my chest was overwhelming and felt so good. Within hours she’d made her first kill, smooth and fast; the man didn’t see it coming and hardly felt any pain. As he emptied his bowels in his clothes she bled him dry, while I watched her from my window. God, it was so beautiful and so erotic even if she didn’t display any interest in him at all, but watching her take his life with such grace and swiftness, it turned me on. After she came back we made love for hours, it was more passionate and tender than with any man I’d known in my three hundred years on this earth. For days we hardly left the room until one day she murmured in my ear, “Let’s go out tonight Eanna, I need fresh blood,” she said, as I awoke to the dark of night. Kissing my face she ran her tongue down to my breasts while I held her in my arms. Her tongue circled my nipple and I moaned softly, her love made me shy but at the same time it made me come to life. Angelica’s hands slid down my stomach and found my wetness, boldly inserting two fingers while she continued to suckle my breast. My hands found her short black hair and I pulled her closer to my body as I arched my back, and closed my eyes for a second. The desire raged through my veins when she slipped down further, her wild and spiky hair teasingly touched my abdomen as she licked the insides of my thighs. I wanted to beg her to taste me, to run her tongue over my pussy, yet, I couldn’t speak at all; all these feelings I had suppressed for so long made me tongue-tied. Suddenly I realized I loved Angelica more than I had loved anyone in my entire existence and I didn’t care who knew. As I opened my mouth to tell her how much I cared for her, she looked up at me and whispered, “Don’t Eanna.” It felt like she had read my mind and knew everything I was feeling. Angelica jumped to her feet saying, “Let’s go out.” “You’re a tease,” I muttered angrily, still hungry for her to make love to me, yet, she turned and smiled one of those incredible smiles at me. “I told you I needed fresh blood,” she said, as she got dressed. Breathlessly I watched her, my body ached for her touch and I just wished I could make her finish what she started. But I never got into being the dominant one in any kind of relationship, and Angelica gladly fulfilled that role in this one. When we got to the club she recklessly hit on other women; apparently she did not care whether they knew she was a vampire at all. From the shadows I observed her make her move on a sexy brunette, when I suddenly noticed a man not too far from me from the corner of my eyes. His gaze fixed on Angelica and the woman, just like mine, and an idea formed in my mind. Angelica valiantly kissed the brunette, sliding her hands down to the other woman’s buttocks and pressing her body against her own in a similar way she had done to mine only an hour ago. Every now and again her eyes searched the club for me, almost as if she wanted to make sure I was watching her, building up an appetite with another, yet coming home with me. I watched them go off to the restroom together, and instinctively knew what Angelica was up to; once she’d get the woman into the stall, she would sink her teeth into her neck and bleed her dry, just like she had done to the man in the alley. Her thirst for blood would soon pose a problem, for you can only leave so many bodies before the authorities get alarmed. For now it was okay, yet, I felt the need to relocate soon. Waiting for her to come back seemed to take forever, but the man who had stared at Angelica and the other woman before distracted me. All of a sudden he appeared behind me and touched my shoulder. “I noticed you watching her too, who is she?” he asked. I glanced up to meet his eyes, before I answered evasively, I don’t know why, but I did not want him to know about Angelica and myself. “She’s been here before,” he said. “And every time she leaves we find a woman dead on the bathroom floor, or close to death.” His voice trailed off as he shifted his stare to the restroom door; I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard and wished my ears were deceiving me. Angelica had been here before, alone, leaving women for dead in the bathroom. Fighting the urge to snap his neck like a matchstick, I excused myself and walked into the bathroom. “Angelica?” my voice was no more than a thread of sound, a gentle ripple in the ocean of quietude. Soft moans emerged from one of the stalls and I drew close to it, knocking softly on the door I repeated myself, “Angelica? Someone here’s been keeping an eye on you, saying you leave a trail of dead bodies behind. He just told me.” The door swung open and I saw Angelica stand over the brunette’s body, she was barely alive but still breathing. Honestly I couldn’t care whether this woman lived or died, but I did feel the need to conceal Angelica’s involvement and my own for that matter. If I hadn’t turned Angelica none of this would’ve happened. “You’re too gluttonous,” I complained to her. Angelica shrugged, she obviously didn’t care about anything; I had created the most reckless and dangerous of vampires around and I could only think of one person who could help. Quintus, the vampire who had turned me, my mentor and the only man I had ever trusted. Unfortunately for me, I had no idea where to start looking for him; Quintus left for New Orleans a few months ago, and I decided to stay here in Toronto. “We need to go on a little trip, Angelica,” I mumbled under my breath, still staring at the brunette on the white tiles of the restroom floor. “Where to?” she demanded to know. “New Orleans,” I answered hesitantly. Her response was a giggle, “New Orleans? Isn’t that the setting of a lot of vampire novels?” If the situation hadn’t been this severe, I would have giggled too, because this was the reason why I had told Quintus I wouldn’t go with him. New Orleans vampires, too corny for words really, and I couldn’t believe Quintus would really go through with the move. I half-expected him back any day now, but somehow I was afraid it would be too late. Angelica giggled still, and I started to wonder about her sanity. Yes, she was extremely sensual, but she was also more dangerous than anyone I knew. I couldn’t let her know how I felt, so I drew closer to her and took her in my arms kissing her gently. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” I said, in an attempt to reassure her. It was hard to believe I had thought of having a threesome with the man earlier, now all I could think about was how to get rid of Angelica. She had become a liability, and I longed for Quintus’ guidance once more; he would certainly know what to do with her. “Lets get out of here,” I said firmly, not really sure how to get out without the man noticing us. The brunette on the floor moaned and her eyes fluttered open. “What happened,” she asked upon awaking from her daze. Angelica turned to me for advice, so I responded to the woman on the floor. “You fainted, when I got here you were out cold. We’ve been trying to revive you ever since.” The brunette rubbed her neck, where Angelica had bitten her, and tried to rise to her feet. However the severe blood loss was taking its toll, and she almost collapsed on the floor again; I grabbed her arm and pulled her up. Propping the brunette up between the two of us, we left the bar - casually explaining to the bouncer the woman had been drinking too much and was in dire need of some fresh air. Three blocks away we dumped her on a park bench and left her alone in the night. As soon as I unlocked my door, I felt Angelica behind me; her nipples protruding and brushing against my back through her shirt. She kissed my neck and let her hands roam freely over my body, filling me with mixed emotions. My body eagerly responding to her touch, my heart telling me how much I wanted her and my brain saying she was too dangerous. “Thank you Eanna,” she whispered, her lips touched my ear as she did, and she teasingly pinched my nipple. Moaning under her touch, I turned around to kiss her; fully aware she had previously been able to read my mind I did my utmost to shield my thoughts from her this time. Our tongues touched as Angelica’s fingers unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my breasts to her. As she licked her way down to my nipples, my mind was working overtime, how could I leave her, how could I shield Toronto from her? I honestly didn’t know, and my body still replied willingly to her lips. “Relax, baby,” Angelica said, unbuckling my jeans and sliding them down to the floor. “You know you want me,” she added. Oh yes, I wanted her, but at the same time I also wanted to get rid of her, yet, all my doubts left my thoughts when she started to lick my clit and slid her hands down to my ass. Burying her face in my wetness as I groaned with desire and making sure I felt her tongue dart around in my pussy. Her tongue, relentless and insisting, flicking my clit, and her fingernails inserted into the white flesh of my buttocks. My own hands slid across my body and found her black hair, and thought no one could ever make me feel like this again. My body spasmed, a scream surfaced in my throat as my thighs clenched onto her face, locking Angelica in the position until my orgasm was finished. Grinding my groin against her pretty face, I screamed out loud, my knees buckled and I pushed her face deeper into my pussy until I couldn’t take it anymore and orgasmed again. Dropping to the floor, I took her into my arms, hugging her close. Nuzzling her neck and nibbling on her ear, I whispered, “Now it’s my turn to please you.” When I looked up at her I noticed her eyes were dangerously sparkling with desire, the look I’d seen earlier in the club, just before she took the brunette into the restroom with her. “I thought you’d never…” her voice trailed off. Quickly rising to my feet, I pulled her up with me, kissing her lips and tasting myself on them. Entangled in an embrace, we walked to the room adjacent to the bedroom; its massive skylight illuminated the room with the silver glow of the full moon. Angelica appeared to be enthralled with this space the last time we were here, and allowed me to tie her up to one of the supporting pillars. The same thing I wanted to do right now, as I locked the handcuffs around her wrists I smiled at her before I blindfolded her and started to unbutton her shirt with my cold fingers. The palms of my hands brushed over her bared and ample breasts and she moaned and writhed with pleasure at my touch as I continued to undress her. Her black blouse was the only thing she still wore when I finished undressing her, hanging loosely over her shoulders and exposing her beautiful body to me. Taking her face in my hands I kissed her lush, red lips before I slowly allowed my lips to explore her cleavage, her breasts and her abdomen. Her legs wrapped around my waist, she groaned and urged me to continue. I ran my hands over her back, scratching her skin with my nails, and licked and bit my way down her abdomen, gradually sliding my tongue over her bare skin in a teasing motion. Knowing this would drive her insane with desire for me, I brushed my lips against her thighs until she begged me to take her. As I stared up at the skylight I noticed dawn was about to set in, and I buried my tongue in her wet pussy, sucking on her clit until she squirmed at the first ray of sunlight striking down at her body. I moved away from her as she started to yell and curse me out in a high pitched voice, and when I locked the door behind me her screams of agony got more profound and I literally fell into Quintus’ arms. Three days later I finally worked up enough courage to unlock the door, Angelica’s burnt body was propped up against the pillar, and I learned the police had been trying to locate her for questioning, she was the lead suspect in several murders. As I fell asleep in Quintus’ comforting arms I realized Angelica was the biggest mistake I’d made in my life. |
This is the sequel to _Amy and the Professor_. A week passed after I'd used Amy in every way I'd wanted to. I'd been true to my word, in that she now had an A for the last exam. And, to my daily pleasure, she had kept her word, never forgetting to wear a cute skirt to class and to sit in the front row. There was one difference however, since the reason for wearing the skirts was now known, Amy made sure that when I was sitting at my desk, I had a wonderful view of the cute panties she was wearing. Other than those delightful little glimpses, we did nothing to suggest that we had anything other than a student/professor relationship. One evening a couple of days into the next week, as I had just finished cleaning off my desk and was about to leave for the day, there was a knock on the door. I said, "Come in, the doors not locked." The door opened and Amy walked in, and right behind her was Lisa, another one of my students from Amy's class. While Amy stood about 5'3", Lisa was just a touch over 5'. They differed in other ways too: Lisa was a brunette while Amy was a strawberry blond; and, Amy had beautiful D cup breasts, while Lisa's were a small B cup; finally Lisa was cute, while Amy was beautiful. While I much preferred Amy, I thought that Lisa would be a tasty little morsel. Most exciting of all, were the short skirts and see-through blouses they were both wearing. Plus, this time it wasn't sandals but stockings and high heels that adorned their legs and feet. I asked them both to take a seat in the two chairs in front of my desk and then I got up and walked over and closed and locked the door to my office. Returning to my seat, I asked, "And, my sweet Amy, to what do I owe this delightful visit?" "Professor, Sir, Lisa came to me a couple of days ago and shared that she won't be able to graduate unless she passes your course. She said she didn't know what she was going to do, that she couldn't afford to spend another semester here. I told her that you often took pity on special cases and that I was sure something could be worked out." "Now Amy, you shouldn't have given Lisa the expectation that something could be worked out... you should have talked to me first. I don't know what I'm going to do with you.... "However, I will admit that you two young ladies look very cute... I love those skirts, especially how they look when you are wearing stockings." Turning to Lisa, I said, "Lisa, a special case demands a strong commitment on your part. Are you willing to do whatever is necessary in order to earn the grade you desire?" "Yes, Professor Bradley, whatever you ask of me I will gladly do." "We'll, let's begin." Then in a commanding voice I said, "First, when you are in my office you will not call me Professor Bradley, I am to be called, Professor or Sir. Do you understand?" Lisa lowered her eyes, and quietly replied, "Yes Sir, I understand." "And, you will not lower eyes when you talk to me. You will look into my eyes so that I may see your commitment to my commands. Do you understand?" Lisa quickly looked up, once again, replying, "Yes sir." I looked over at Amy, smiled, saying, "Baby, you've brought me a cute one who learned, much quicker than you, the importance of following my directions without question." "Yes Sir. I hope I have pleased you, Sir." "Yes Baby, I am very well pleased." "Lisa, in my presence you will mostly be called by a name of endearment to show that I care for you, Amy is my sweet Baby, you will be my little Princess. Does that please you?" "Sir, it more than pleases me, it is exciting for me to be your little Princess." "Baby, you have truly brought me a very special one... I suspect that you have prepared her just for me." "Yes Professor, as a gift to you, I made sure that your little princess would know just how to respond to your commands." I leaned back in my chair and thought, _Well, this is a wonderful surprise.... Just how am I going to have my way with these two, hot, little college girls?... Well... I might as well get a better look at my new little princess._ "Princess, stand up and turn around for me, I want to see that cute little body of yours." Lisa immediately stood and slowly turned around. I smiled with approval and noticed Amy's matching smile as she saw that I approved of this sweet little package. I said, "Princess, come over to me I want to see your panties and touch that sweet little ass... " Lisa came around my desk, turned her back and bent over, so I could get a real good look and feel. She was wearing my favorite, little silky panties. Again, I looked over at Amy, still smiling, obviously very pleased with my delight with the new toy she'd brought me. We both knew Lisa was just a play thing... for us both to play with. Our commitment was to each other and each other's pleasure. "Princess take off your blouse, I want to see your bra and those cute little breasts." "Yes, Sir, whatever you say Professor," and she quickly took off her blouse and tossed it aside. She was wearing my favorite, a silky little bra with no seams on top. "Baby, come here. I want you to see these cute little breasts. They don't compare to yours, but they look like a lot of fun." Amy came right over and we both began to touch and massage Lisa's little breasts. That was very exciting... I loved watching Amy play with Lisa's breasts. _I'll have to get these two baby's of mine together,_ I thought. "Baby, take off your blouse, too." Amy's blouse came quickly off and was also tossed aside. "Both of you, stand here, right in front of me, I want to compare your breasts." They both quickly stood in front of me and I sat back and took my time looking over this wonderful surprise that had dropped in on me this afternoon. They both were wearing: high heels; thigh high stockings; cute little plaid skirts, and sexy bras... a sight to behold. I reached and touched both Amy's and Lisa's breasts, pinching each nipple, loving the feel of their breasts through their silky bras. Then,... "Turn around and bend over." Initially, they were confused... Not sure who I was talking to, "Both of you, right now!" They both turned around and bent over... There, easily within arm's reach were two of the cutest bottoms I'd ever seen. I couldn't help myself, I had to touch those sweet asses. After a few minutes of pleasure as I massaged, squeezed, and spanked those two bottoms, I said, "Spread your legs, I want to feel your pussies." They both started to pull their panties down, assuming I wanted them to, "No, leave your panties on. I will tell you when I want you to take them off." They pulled their panties back up and spread their legs... I massaged their pussies and thought, _God, how I love the feel of these pussies through the silky panties._ It was hard to control myself, I wanted Lisa to straddle and fuck me, while Lisa sat on my face, facing Amy, so I could I eat her pussy while the two of them deep kissed each other. But... there was more to do... that exciting action would have to wait. "I want you to kiss each other. I want passionate, deep, full mouth kissing." They looked at each other, hesitating. In a commanding voice, I said, "What are you waiting for? Start kissing, right now!" I sat back and watched them kiss, loving the tentative beginning and its morph into long, deep, passionate kisses. It was so erotic, it took my breath away. Soon their hands were exploring each other's bodies. As I watched, I instinctively began stroking my cock through my pants. After awhile, I decided, it was time for Lisa's real initiation. I stroked my goatee and thought. _This time we do it without the blindfold._ Then, I reached into the bottom drawer of my desk and pulled the three lengths of rope that I'd tied Amy down with a little over a week ago, I stood up, walked over to the two girls and said, "Princess raise your hands above your head and clasp them together. " She was so sexually excited that she followed my instructions immediately. Almost without thinking. As I tied her hands together I had another thought, _She is so good at taking suggestions... It would be fun to use hypnosis to see if I could turn her into a present for my Sweet Baby Girl._ I was determined to make this happen. "Baby, I'm taking our sweet princess over to the desk, help me tie her down. That only took a couple of minutes, first we took off her skirt, panties and bra, leaving her stockings and high heels on. Then we secured her in the same way I'd secured Amy earlier, except this time I put a pillow under Lisa's butt... her pussy needed to be up higher for what I had in mind. Then, as before, I stepped back and looked at, what was this time, our handiwork. "Baby come here and look at our little princess all tied down... ready to be played with; used to our hearts content." Amy joined me and we stood there together, looking at Lisa from the bottom up her legs tied down, her pussy fully exposed, her belly and then her tiny breasts, up to her face, which had a look of contentment on it. "Baby, I believe she likes being tied down almost as much as you did." "I agree... from the look on her face, it sure looks like it. Can I play to, Professor? I've been dreaming about having some fun with this cute little body." "That's my plan, Baby... to begin we will share this sweet little morsel. This is what we're going to do. You're going to help me undress and then spend some time sucking my cock... I want you to suck it over there right next to the desk, close to her face, so she can watch you and get even more excited. "Yes, Professor, I've been dreaming about sucking your cock every night since we were together, it will be so good to feel it in my mouth, and down my throat again." "Then Baby, I will undress you and spend some time playing with your sweet body. Again I want our tied down little princess to watch as I pleasure you. Watch as I suck on your tits... Oh baby, I just remembered I've got a surprise for you in my desk." I went around to the back of my desk, opened the top drawer and pulled out my surprise. "Baby, I think you'll like these," and I showed her a pair of nipple clamps, with a gold chain hanging between them. "Professor, Sir! How did you know I love nipple clamps?" "I suspected as much when you almost came every time I played rough with your nipples. I'm delighted that you like them. I'll attach them when the time is right, Baby." After I've played with you for awhile Baby... licked your sweet pussy and kissed you deeply... with our little princess watching everything. Then, Baby, I want you to straddle her face so she can lick your pussy. I will be fucking her at the same time." Then I will throat fuck her while you lick her pussy and, hopefully, make her cum... I'm hoping it will be the best she's ever experienced. After that... well... we'll see. And with that said, I grabbed my sweet baby and kissed her deeply. Then I took off my shirt as Amy undid my belt and the buttons of my jeans. My pants fell to the floor, and, as usual I was going commando style... no underpants to deal with. Then I sat on my desk close to Lisa's head, and relaxed while Amy took off my shoes and socks. Then she began to suck me. She knew I loved to be sucked while she was still dressed in her skirt and bra... God, how I loved it. She'd been practicing and took my cock all the way in with no trouble whatsoever. I, again, marveled at how much her throat felt like a cunt. And it dawned on me how easy it would be cum when I was deep in her throat.... But... no... I liked to play, much more than I liked to cum. I glanced at Lisa, she couldn't keep her eyes off of us. She licked her lips every time Amy swallowed my cock. Once I heard her whimper and then she asked, "Professor, please let me suck on your cock?" "Not yet, my little Princess, right now, I want you to watch my sweet Baby sucking on it.... patience Princess, you will have your turn." "Yes Sir, I will be patient." Not too much later, "Okay Baby, it's my turn. But give me a big, wet kiss first." Amy, stood up and fell into my arms, giving me the biggest, wettest, kiss I could imagine. "Thank you Sir, for letting me service your cock... I was afraid that you would want your new little princess to service you first." "Baby, you will always come first with me." Then I slowly undressed her, taking time to plant sweet kisses on the most sensitive places. When she was undressed (I left her stockings on), I put her on the desk, again right next to Lisa, pulled her ass to the edge of the desk and pushed her back so she her head rested on Lisa's belly. Then I spread her legs and dove right in. I've never tasted a pussy as sweet as Amy's I could eat her for hours and not get tired. I sucked and licked her clit... rubbing my tongue over it, pulling on it with my lips, then I put two fingers up inside of her cunt, searching for the sweet, rough, spot and finding it. Then I went to town.... she moaned, gasped, squealed, then her legs wrapped around my head and she cried out, "Oh my God! Oh my... yes, yes, yeeeessss! And she came I stood up, pulled her forward again, and put my cock inside of her. And, very slowly, I began putting it in and pulling it out... almost all the way out. "Sir, faster please... Sir, I want to cum again and I'm so close... Please faster Sir... Please." "Beg me Baby, Beg me to fuck you faster. Beg me to pound my cock into you, so you can come again. Beg me, Baby." She gasped, "Professor Sir, please, please, please fuck me harder and faster, please Professor... please, I want to cum... Please, please, please, I am so close to cumming... please faster and harder." I obliged her, and began fucking her as fast and as hard as I could... pounding her, thrusting my cock ever deeper into her sweet cunt. It didn't take long before Amy began to scream, "Oh God... God... Oh yes, yes yes... Professor I'm cummmmmmming!!!!!" And her legs wrapped around me tight pulling me as close to her, as deep into her as was possible. I thought I heard an echo as Amy was screaming, but I was too focused to look around... all I wanted to see was her beautiful face as she came... the look was one of pure ecstasy... I loved seeing it. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. "Was that good, Baby?" "The best Professor, Sir, nobody makes me cum like you do... promise you will fuck me forever. Promise me, please." "I promise to fuck you as long as I can and as long as you want me to, Baby. That's all I can promise." Then, I kissed her again. I glanced at Lisa, her eyes were rolled back in her head, her tongue was hanging out, and she was moaning from someplace deep in her body. "Are okay my little Princess?" I asked. Her eyes came into focus and she gasped, "I came when Amy came... I've never come without touching myself before, but this time I came with Amy.... God it was wonderful, I've never cum so hard before." I quickly realized that Lisa had been the echo I'd heard, when she'd come at the exact same time that Amy came.... Will wonders never cease. "Okay baby, it's time to play with our sweet little princess. But first..." I grabbed the nipple clamps and, first kissing and licking each of Amy's nipples I attached the clamps as she moaned softly. I tugged on the chain a bit and she jumped at me, kissing me deeply. "Oh God Professor, that is so erotic, both pleasure and pain at the same time... thank you, thank you, thank you." "My pleasure baby... I can't wait to tug on the chain while I'm fucking you baby." "Oh yes, please Professor." "All in good time baby, but first, we have to take care of our little princess. Amy straddled Lisa's face, facing me; and Lisa began licking Amy as soon as Amy's pussy was on her mouth. When I was ready, I began fucking Lisa... she was so wet. Then I reached toward Amy and said, "Kiss me Baby!" Amy threw her arms around be and pulled me to her; our mouths came together with intense passion. With all the fucking and the licking and kissing going on... God, it was wonderful. Amy buried her head in my shoulder, kissing my neck as Lisa really got into the swing of things, in the meantime I was pumping harder and faster which resulted in loud moans in between licks. This was very erotic and went on for quite some time, put I wasn't finished, "Baby... It's time for you to lick our little princesses pussy, while I mouth fuck her... I think she's ready for that.... Aren't you my little Princess?" Yes, Sir. Please fuck me in the mouth... I want your cock in my mouth I will take all that I can Professor... but I've never been mouth fucked before. Please Professor I want to try, please Sir, please mouth fuck me." I looked over at Amy, smiled, and said, "Baby, you really got this little one ready for me, didn't you? "Yes Sir. Are you pleased that I prepared in advance so she would want to pleasure you in just the way you like to be pleasured?" "Yes Baby, you are a very good girl, you've made your Professor very happy." As I straddled Lisa's head and placed my cock in her mouth, Amy was already hard at work eating her pussy out. I began mouth fucking her she wasn't able to take my cock all the way in, but she was trying her best. It was fun, but Amy was so much better. Lisa needed much more training. Lisa's moans, although muffled by my cock in her mouth, got louder and more frequent. Then, all of a sudden my cock was pushed out of her mouth as Lisa screamed, "God, yes. God, God, yes, yes, yeeessss!" And she came with an intensity that I'm sure she'd never experienced before. I looked back at Amy and she looked up at me, her face was soaked and she wore a sly but sweet smile, "Professor," she said, "she's a squinter.... You might want to make her cum again, this time for you... it's a very interesting experience." I continued mouth fucking Lisa for a while more, while Amy lapped up her juices and finger fucked her. Then I said, "Baby, I'll do 69 with Lisa to make her come... I want you to lick and play with my ass at the same time." "Yes, Professor Sir, if that will please you." "Yes. Baby... that will please me very much." Lisa, of course, had nothing to say about any of this... for the time being she was our play toy, for us to use her in any way we desired. I wish I had a picture of us during this time. Lisa was still tied down, her legs spread. I was on top licking her pussy while my cock was in her mouth and she was sucking on it with all her might. Amy was standing behind Lisa's head her hands caressing my butt cheeks as she licked and played with my asshole. I was in heaven, licking pussy while my cock and ass were being serviced by two very cute college girls. Then, as planned, Lisa came again, thrusting her pussy against my mouth and screaming her delight as her juices squirted all over my face and down my throat. She really was a fun fuck... especially fun with your face buried in her pussy. I got down off the desk, reached over and grabbed Amy's nipple clamp chain and pulled her to me, she moaned and I kissed her deeply, then, "Sweet Baby, I need you to lick our Princesses juices off my face... clean me with your tongue. Then I've got a surprise for you." Amy began licking my face, searching every crevice for a sign of Lisa's juices. I loved how her tongue felt as she worked hard to do a perfect job. It was so erotic that I couldn't help but put my hand between her legs and play with her pussy as she went about her work. When she finished we kissed again. "Baby Girl, I've decided to give Lisa to you as a gift. She will be sub for you to care for and protect, to use in any way you choose. Would you like that, Baby? "I would love it, Sir. But... Lisa will need to agree. Need to commit to me. She was ready to commit to you; I made sure of that, I'm not sure she will want to commit to me." "Don't you worry about it, Baby... I will take care of everything. Remember, I always know what's best for us." "Yes, Professor, you always know what's best." "Lisa, my little princess, I have something to say to you and I want you to pay close attention." "Yes, Sir, I will pay close attention." "I want my sweet Baby Girl to be your Mistress. Do you know what that means? "Not exactly, Sir." "It means that she will care for you, protect you, make sure you are safe and secure. Help you when you need help. Much like she did by bringing you to me so that you would be able to graduate this semester. You're very glad she brought you here, aren't you princess? "Oh yes, Sir. This is so much better than I imagined." "Wouldn't be wonderful if she cared for you like that all the time? "Yes, Sir, I would like that very much." "Princess, as sub to your Mistress Lisa, you would have to commit to her in a very special way." "Yes, Sir?" "You will ache to please her; beg to serve her; yearn to worship her; you are hers, you will be her slut, her princess, her toy, and her property. You will do everything she asks without question, because you know in your heart of hearts that she cares for you and would never do you harm. Does this sound good to you?" "Yes, Sir, but... how do I make myself feel that way Sir. I want to... I don't know how to." "Would you like me to help you my sweet Princess?" "Yes, Sir." "Baby, do you want this tasty little morsel to be committed to you. Are you prepared to take on this responsibility? "Yes, Sir, I already care for my sweet princess... that's why I brought her to you. I would love it if she became committed to me as her Mistress." "Then, to seal the commitment, you two will kiss. "Baby, kiss her now and I want to see pure passion in the kiss, a passion that seals the commitment between you." Amy moved to Lisa and the kiss began, again the passion expressed was so erotic and powerful that I instinctively began stroking my cock as I watched. When the kiss finished, I said, "Very good, I am convinced that you will be committed to each other as Mistress and sub. Now I will make sure that that commitment sticks. Lisa, I am going to relax you, put you in a trance to help you with your commitment. You do trust me, don't you?" "Yes, Sir, I trust you completely." "Princess I am going to stroke your inner thigh lightly. You, of course, will find pleasure in that. As I stroke you, I will be counting backwards from 10 to 0. When I reach 0, you will be in a trance. You will still be able to hear my voice, in fact, it will only be my voice that will be important to you. In fact, my voice will be so compelling that you will desire nothing more that to grant all of my requests and suggestions. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." I began stroking Lisa's inner thigh as Amy looked on in fascination and a soft moan escaped Lisa's lips. Until this moment Amy was not aware of my experience and skill in the art of hypnosis. I suspected that, sooner or later, she would want me to play with her in this way. As I stroked, I began to count backwards from 10, telling Lisa that her eyelids were getting heavy and that she wanted to close them, it was too hard to keep them open. I commanded her to keep them open until I gave her permission to close them. As I counted down it became harder and harder for her to keep them open. I could see her struggling but slowly losing the battle. At the count of three, I gave her permission to close her eyes and then told her that they would stay shut until I told her that she could open them again. At zero, I said, "Princess you are now in a deep trance and your eyes are shut until I allow you to open them. No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to open them. Try princess; try to open your eyes. No matter how hard you try, you cannot open them until I say you can. Now, relax princess, I am going to caress your breasts one at a time. As I caress them you will fall deeper and deeper asleep, the more I caress, the deeper asleep you will fall." I began caressing her breasts first one and then the other. As I caressed I said, "Deeper and deeper asleep Princess. My voice is all that matters to you, you want nothing more than to grant my every command, every request, every suggestion. If you understand, tell me, "Professor I want to grant your every command, your every request, your every suggestion. Speak those words to me Princess, say them now." Lisa replied, "Professor, I want to grant your every command, your every request, your every suggestion." "That's my good little princess, I am very proud of you." "Princess, you have agreed to commit yourself to my Baby Girl as your Mistress. Now you will begin to feel that commitment deep within you. Do you feel the commitment building within you Princess? Tell me, "Yes Sir, I am feeling that commitment build within me. Then princess tell me how that commitment feels." "Yes Sir, I am feeling that commitment building within me. Sir, I want nothing more than to serve your Baby Girl to do whatever she asks of me without question, I know that she cares for me, will protect me, and will never harm me in any way." "Very good... that's a good princess. Now I am going to caress your pussy and as I caress it you will feel this commitment deeper and deeper, until that is all that matters to you. Nothing will matter except your need to serve Mistress Lisa, to do her bidding without question. She will be your entire life, all that matters to you. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir, she will be everything to me and I will only want to do her bidding." I began caressing Lisa's pussy and while I caressed it I said, "The commitment is deeper and deeper..." And finally, "The commitment is now who you are, and you are very happy to be a sub to Mistress Lisa. Princess, I'm going to wake you now by counting for 1 to 10. When I reach 10 you will open your eyes and the first thing you will see is Mistress Lisa's face and like a newborn child, you will cleave to that face, to Lisa as your Mistress to obey without question, knowing that she cares for you and will never harm you. I will undo your hand restraints so that when you awaken, you will be able to give your Mistress the hug you are longing to give her." I undid her restraints and started counting from 1 to 10, as I counted I told her that when she woke she would feel wonderful, very relaxed and yet excited about her new life as a loving sub to Mistress Amy. I had my sweet baby girl climb on the desk and straddle Lisa, with her face right above Lisa's so that Amy would be the first thing Lisa saw when she opened her eyes. "Nine... Ten... open your eyes!" And she did... at the sight of Amy face she smiled, they hugged and then Lisa said, "Mistress, what can I do to serve you?" "I need you to be a slutty princess for me right now. We're going to give our wonderful professor the experience of his life." Amy undid Lisa's leg restraints and helped her down from the top of my desk. Then, she looked at me and said, "Professor, I want to pleasure you as you have never been pleasured before, will you please climb up on the desk and lay on your back." The thought of being pleasured as never before was extremely exciting. I got up on the top of my desk and laid down on my back; my cock hard and erect waiting for whatever action my sweet baby girl had in mind. She said, "Princess, you need to learn how to take the Professor's cock all the way in, down your throat. I want you to climb up on the desk and take his cock in your mouth." "Yes Mistress Amy." And Lisa climbed up and took my cock in her mouth. Amy grabbed the back of Lisa's head and told her, "Take it deeper, take it until your eyes water and you gag. Take it deeper now, she commanded." Lisa tried as Amy pushed her head down, but she gagged and pulled back. She tried three more times without success. Then Amy remembered what I had said to her and repeated it to Lisa, "My slutty little princess, you are trying to hard. The secret is to relax, just relax and let it happen. Now let's try it again.... relax." And, as Lisa visibly relaxed Amy pushed her head down and my cock went into and down her throat, her lips touching my body. Amy, pulled her hair and pulled her out, and then pushed her down again. She pulled her out and pushed her down a number of times as I was lost in the feelings and hearing only the deep moans coming from Lisa. When she thought she'd had enough, Amy pulled Lisa's head back, gave her a deep kiss and said, "That's a good slutty little princess. Your Mistress is very proud of you." "I'm so glad I was able to please you and serve our Professor, I am very happy," replied Lisa. "My slutty little princess, now I want you to sit on our Professor's face, facing me, I will straddle his cock and ride him. I want to be kissing you as I come." It was as if my Sweet Baby Girl had read my mind. Very quickly, Princess was sitting on my face and I was devouring her sweet pussy, while my Baby was riding me with my cock buried deep in her pussy. She was bouncing up and down on my cock, grinding her pussy into me, while she massaged her clit. I got so excited that I began pounding my pelvis against hers, trying to get Silly even further into her sweet cunt. In the meantime I was devouring Lisa's cunt like it was my last supper. God... this was definitely the experience of my lifetime. After a few minutes, Amy began to pant and she screamed, "Princess, kiss me, kiss me hard, I'm about ready to cum... Kiss me princess." Lisa reached for Amy, pulled her close and began kissing her with passion. I reached for Amy to, for the chain between her nipple clamps, I wanted to be tugging on it as she climaxed. All of a sudden I could feel Lisa's cunt begin to contract and I knew she was going to cum, too. Their screams got louder and louder... and the effect on me was predictable as I began to climax with them. All three of us climaxing together, screaming in a combined, shared orgasm. All of sudden, I was out of my body, looking down at us in the throes of passion, experiencing total ecstasy together. There I was lying on my back, tugging on the chain between Amy's nipple clamps, my pelvis thrusting against her. Lisa was sitting on my face squirting her sweet juices all over me, her mouth glued to Amy's. Amy was pounding hard against me, her one hand around Lisa's head the passionately massaging her clit. We were writhing in this ultimate pleasure. And the scene went black. When I opened my eyes, Amy had collapsed against me, her breasts against my chest, Lisa had collapsed on Amy's back. They were both whimpering, moaning, and spent. I said, "My sweet baby girl and her little princess... that was a wonderful gift... let's cuddle now. I need to be hugged, kissed, and stroked. I need you both in my arms." Without any hesitation, they dropped down to lie alongside of me. Amy on my right and Lisa on my left, I hugged them both tightly, kissed their foreheads. Amy reached out and began to stroke Silly, saying, "Princess, while I stroke Silly, you play with Sir's asshole. He loves it to be gently caressed." And there we lay, two beautiful college girls in my arms, one stroking my cock while the other caressed my ass; it was truly heaven on earth. |
Have you ever thought you were alone when pleasuring yourself? Well, last night I thought I was alone and needing a well-deserved stress release. I wasn't though, my husband stood in the shadows watching me pleasuring myself. After a long week at work, I needed a stress release that I couldn't find after a few glasses of wine. I found myself laying on our king-size bed plumb naked before I realized it. Slowly running my fingertips over my Hugh tits, lightly touching them. "Before" I realized it I was squeezing them with need. Flicking and pinching my own nipples. I have always loved it when my husband played with my big tits. I slowly ran my hands down my stomach until I got to the top of my sex. Spreading my legs wide, I slowly took one finger and tracing around the lips of my pussy. Already soaking wet I said to myself. I slowly slide one finger two knuckles deep slowly sliding in and out of my pussy. Imagine my husband's thick finger was one sliding in and out of my pussy. Laying there in the total darkness thinking I was alone and when I opened my eyes, I could see a shadow of a figure appear at the end of the bed watching me. Only somewhere along the way, I was no longer alone, but I didn't know for how long I was being watched. Realizing the shadow was no other than my own husband I kept going, besides I was too far gone to stop now. "Even if" I wanted too I don't think I could stop. Bucking my hips as my own finger slide in and out. I was so close to falling over the edge of an orgasm. Keeping my eyes open and I kept going, I could see him rubbing the front of his pants. Turning me on, even more, to know that he was excited himself. I slowed down just a little to be able to watch him, but I don't act like I know he's there watching. I watched his shadow pull his cock out of his pants and slowly started stroking himself. He was so hard from watching me. I kept fingering my own pussy now sliding two fingers in my soaking wet pussy. God, I was so wet, wishing my husband would really come to fuck me. I had never touched myself before while anyone watched. I couldn't believe how turned on I was making my husband was watching me and I could see him stroking his cock. His cock was so hard, nice and thick and so long. He was just as excited as I was. I was so wet right now his hard cock would have just slid right in with no problems. I couldn't wait till he would fuck me so hard that I screamed his name as I came. "Before" I knew it I screamed oh god I'm... I heard his a hitch in his breathing and knew he was close. He was stroking his cock faster now. Next thing I knew I was calling his name. Guess he couldn't take it anymore, because I felt the bed dip, and he was hovering over me when I opened my eyes I thought that was the hottest thing he whispered. I couldn't take it anymore he said. I have to put my cock in that wet pussy before I lose my mind he said Without any hesitation, he slammed his hard cock into. He pulled me up so some of my ass was resting on his legs, and he slammed over and over again into my pussy. Slammed so hard I screamed with every thrust. I reached up with both hands and grabbed both my tits. Good, it felt so fucking good him slamming his cock in me. All I could scream is don't stop and harder. He stopped and said turn over and get on your knees now. I couldn't get on my knees fast enough. I felt empty without him in me. "Before" I was even balanced he slammed his cock back into my lonely pussy. He reached down and pulled me up leaning against him. "Grab the headboard," he said. Again he slammed his cock so hard into I thought I could feel him in my stomach. I reached down and began to rub my clit. I needed to come so bad. Oh, god, that feels good I said breathlessly. I was so close ready for another orgasm. Come on my cock he said. I rubbed faster and harder on my clit til was screaming his name. I want all your juices running down my cock right now he said. I squeezed my pussy around his cock till he was grunting as he came. He didn't stop pumping into me eleven though I milked him. We both feel to the bed with him on top of me. Just laying there breathing, not speaking. After a few minutes, he rolled off me and pulled me to him. He looked over and said that was such a turn on I need to watch you more often fucking your own pussy he whispered as he feels asleep. Molly slammed the door behind her, disgusted. Another Friday night wasted at the office. She had called Richard for to cancel their date for the third week in a row. Sometimes she regretted putting her career ahead of her personal life, but too many people depended on her at work, and she depended on this job to pay for her Manhattan apartment, car, and other bills, which she could barely afford even with her executive salary. It was way past dinnertime and she was hungry, and horny, and sleepy all at once. This would have been their third date and Molly was yearning for some intimacy. With Richard's schedule at the hospital it might be another week or two before they could get together. Molly went to the kitchen to see what she could find, which wasn't much since she rarely had time to go shopping. A tossed salad would have been nice, but the lettuce was wilted, and had to be tossed. Nothing quick to prepare in the freezer either - she had taken her last frozen dinner into work today, which ironically she didn't even have time to eat. The only things left were a can of whipped cream and some cherries, which she was going to use to turn herself into a dessert for Richard. The whipped cream would keep, but the cherries were almost a week old already. Cherries sometimes gave Molly strange dreams, but a girl's gotta eat, so she took them into the living room and plopped down on the sofa. Molly turned on the TV and flipped through the channels three times before she found something interesting. She didn't even know why she paid for cable anymore, not having watched anything this month. 9 1/2 weeks was on one of the movie channels. She had seen it before but it was one of her favorites. During a slow scene she got up and opened the bottle of wine that she had been saving for her date. She had to have sex tonight, even if it was with herself. Although Molly was not in the same league as Kim Basinger, she identified with the character of Elizabeth. Before she made VP at the bank, her blonde hair was halfway down her back, but she had to shorten it to shoulder length to keep it manageable. As she watched, she twisted it between her fingers. This is not to mean that she wasn't attractive. Quite the contrary; men often stared at her in restaurants, which was frequently since she couldn't remember when she had a home-cooked meal. Molly had a game she played with them - whenever she noticed someone ogling her out of the corner of her eye, she would turn towards him and look right back. In fact, that is how she met Richard - he was one of the very few that didn't quickly glance away. Molly also fancied herself an art lover, attending gallery openings and visiting museums. Well, before her schedule got so busy. She also had similar breasts, in size and shape. After a few minutes of rubbing herself through her panties, Molly pulled them aside, then took them off because they were getting in the way. Molly was glad she wore a skirt today, so she could more convincingly play the role of Elizabeth masturbating to the slide show. She could have came right there, but she wanted to save it for the kitchen scene. That's when Molly finished the last of the cherries, her eyes closed to pretend being blindfolded as she increased her pace. The doorbell rang, then twice more. Molly awoke unsatisfied; the alcohol and sheer exhaustion had robbed her of her climax. She looked groggily at her watch, 11:03 - who could it be at this hour? She was almost to the door when she remembered what she had been doing, and ran back to kick her panties under the couch. Molly was pleasantly surprised to see Richard staring back at her through the peephole. Even though Richard was ruggedly handsome with a great ass, Molly thought that his eyes were his best feature. She could spend hours watching them sparkle and dance, if only she could spare the time. As soon as she opened the door, Richard reached around her head and pulled them together. He breathed her scent in deeply. Molly hoped that she smelled better than she felt. Although she wasn't as tired due to her nap, she did have a whole bottle of wine and hoped that Richard didn't notice. Richard then began softly kissing Molly's neck, moving down towards her chest. It was fine with Molly if things progressed quickly, even though they had not been together before, but she secretly hoped that he would nibble her ear - maybe even slip his tongue in. Perhaps sensing Molly's desires, Richard reversed course, working his way back up, then pulling on her earlobe with his tender lips. After a few encouraging moans from Molly, he worked his tongue inside, which instantly aroused her. Molly grabbed Richard's head with both hands and pressed their lips together. She was not usually the aggressor but she thrust her tongue between his lips, fucking his mouth. Molly tilted her head to the side so she could cover Richard's lips with her own, then continued her assault for several minutes. After Molly stopped to catch her breath, Richard asked her if she would like to drive down to Atlantic City. He too was frustrated that they had to miss their special night, and thought that they could still find plenty to do even at this late hour. Molly quickly agreed, volunteering to drive despite still being a bit tipsy. She wanted to let loose tonight; besides, her convertible would get them there sooner than Richard's luxury sedan. It was a warm night so they put the top down. After navigating through the relatively light late-night city traffic Molly got on the New Jersey turnpike. Richard mentioned going to a 24-hour sushi bar at one of the casinos, then playing some craps or blackjack, but Molly had only one thing on her mind, and he had given her a naughty thought. "Go down on me," she said with a wicked smile on her face. Richard looked at Molly, not sure he had heard her right, with all the wind noise. "What?" "Eat me out," she yelled to be sure he got the message. Richard glanced down at Molly's lap and started to object. "I'm not sure it's safe; I'm not sure it's even possible." "C'mon, don't be a pussy. Besides, you were the one who wanted sushi." Richard wanted sex as much as Molly, maybe even more. As a surgeon, his hours were long and unpredictable, and he often got called in for emergencies during the little free time he had. "Hold the wheel," Molly asked while on a straight stretch of the road. When she made the suggestion she remembered all of the movie scenes with oral sex in a car, and thought it would be hot. None of them had a woman in the driver's seat, though. Maybe Richard was right, but she was too horny not to give it her best try. After hiking up her skirt to her chest, Molly moved the seat to the rear and reclined the back a little. She then slid about halfway forward to provide better access. However, even after spreading her legs there would be no way for Richard to get his head between them. In desperation she had a stroke of genius. Molly grabbed her left ankle and lifted her leg over the wheel, resting it on the dashboard. As Richard gave control back to Molly and tried to move into position, he kept hitting his head on the steering wheel. She tilted it up and out of the way to give him some more room. Even with all the gymnastics, Richard could barely reach Molly's clit with the tip of his tongue. Molly still had to concentrate on driving, but it had been so long since she had oral that she caught herself weaving slightly and made sure to pay at least some attention to what was going on outside the car. "Fuck, Yeah!" Molly shouted into the night as the wind blew through her hair; her right hand on Richard's head, steering with the left. Richard had one hand on Molly's armrest and the other braced on the center console, arching his body over the shifter. They were playing a kinky and dangerous game of Twister, which heightened Molly's excitement. She shoved his head down as far as it would go. "Suck my clit, bitch." Richard tried to speak, but she couldn't make out a word. Anyway, it didn't matter since she was almost there. A few more slurps and Molly began to come. She had to force herself to keep her eyes open and focused on the road. It was a strange thing to notice, but her spasms were timed perfectly with the center line. If only her orgasm would stretch on forever like the highway. After she regained her composure, Richard returned to his seat and held the wheel again so she could adjust everything to where it was. Shifting herself backwards, Molly felt her juices and Richard's spit on her legs. "Shit!" "What's wrong?" "Shit! Shit! Shit! This is a lease, the seat is ruined. Fuck!" Molly turned on the map light. As she looked down to survey the damage, she swerved towards the median and clipped two reflector posts before coming to a stop on the shoulder, her heart beating 90 miles an hour. The check engine warning began chiming. Molly turned the car off and the alarm wouldn't stop. She turned to ask Richard what to do, but he was gone. She looked back at the dashboard and it was gone, too. Molly suddenly jumped up. She wasn't in her convertible, she was still on the couch. And that noise wasn't the car, it was her doorbell. Molly looked at her watch - 11:03. Was it a coincidence... or a sign? "Be right there," she shouted, rushing to the door. Molly looked back at her leather sofa - not only did she have to hide her panties, but she had left a large puddle on the center cushion. That would be expensive to replace, but at least it wasn't the car seat. She covered it with a throw pillow first, then decided to flip it over, in case her visitor was Richard and he wanted to come in. It was indeed Richard. He wasn't even inside the door before he began angling for a kiss. Putting a finger on his chin, Molly asked "Do you want to go for a drive?" as she reached for her keys. Brandon Clark is the name, and I'm a young black man living in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba. My parents Jeffrey and Raquel Clark moved to Manitoba from the island of Jamaica in the late 1980s, and I was actually born in this beautiful land. A lot of people have been talking about race in the province of Manitoba lately, and they mostly weigh on the conflicts between Aboriginal Canadians and white people. I am not trying to take away from that, but as a brother living out here, I've experienced my share of hardship. Want to know what I think? Everyone is racist to some extent, even though white people are by far the most vicious. When my older sister Jacqueline introduced the family to Vittorio, her Italian boyfriend whom she met while studying at McGill University in Montreal, my mother was overjoyed. Yet my mom was less than thrilled when I introduced her to the beautiful Aboriginal Canadian gal I have fallen in love with. My mother expressed disappointment in the fact that I didn't bring home a black lady. If that's not prejudice, I don't know what is. The day I met my girlfriend Sooleawa "Sole" Okunnug, I definitely knew that she was the one for me. I was walking through the University of Winnipeg campus, desperately trying to find the campus library so I could print my Ethics assignment and leave it in the drop box of professor Melissa Morrigan, the witch who runs the criminal justice department. I don't mean to bad mouth female professors but some women relish the power they have over men in this day and age, and abuse it every chance they get. "Excuse me please, do you know where the library is?" I asked a tall, dark- haired and bronze-skinned, kind of curvy young woman with lively brown eyes. The gal was definitely Aboriginal, and quite pretty. I looked at her sharply, wondering why in hell she was staring at me. Sorry, I was quite frustrated since I'd been wondering around campus for half an hour, and nobody I asked seemed to know where the library is. I'm guessing they just didn't want to tell me. "Sure, I'll show you, I'm on my way there," the pretty, dark-haired lady replied, and I thanked my lucky stars and dutifully followed her. The University of Winnipeg is like a small town and it's easy to get lost out here. I've lived in Winnipeg my whole life and prior to enrolling here, I'd never even been near the campus. I grew up in the seedy North End of Winnipeg, where the whites and the Aboriginals avoid each other like the damn plague. "Thank you, lady, I swear, you're the only person who knows anything about this place," I said, and the young woman laughed, and shook her head but said nothing. We finally reached a massive brown building, and she nodded. I stood there, suddenly realizing that we were at the heart of the campus, and the rather massive library was rather hard to miss. "Here we are, best of luck," said the pretty lady, and then she actually held the door open for me. I felt like a doofus so I opened the secondary door, and graciously held it for her. The young woman walked away, and I stood there, mesmerized by the graceful way that she moved. Damn that woman has an ass on her. Seriously, I haven't seen an ass like that since I jerked off to a video of African American porn starlet Cherokee D'Ass a while ago. "Hope I see you again," I whispered, mostly to myself, as the pretty lady disappeared behind a corner. I headed to the computer area, and sat down, then logged onto my student account. I opened up my email, downloaded the saved document and then sent it to the printers. I used my student card to pay for the printing, then looked about for a stapler. Unable to find one, I returned to the front desk. "Hello again," said the same pretty lady who'd guided me to the library just minutes before. I was stunned to see her sitting behind the desk, the consummate professional. Apparently, there are students working at this campus library, instead of just old people. I smiled at her, and read the nametag. Sooleawa. A name I will definitely have a hard time pronouncing. Nevertheless, I managed to pronounce it right as I asked the lady if she had a stapler. "Here you go, you're the first person in ages to pronounce my name right," Sooleawa said with a smile, as she handed me a thick black stapler. I took it from her, smiled and stapled my paper, then handed the stapler back to her. I looked at the pretty lady, and when her brown eyes met mine, my heart skipped a beat. I've never been much of a smooth talker when it comes to the ladies. "Thanks again for showing me the way, my name is Brandon," I said with a smile, holding my hand for Sooleawa to shake. After a brief hesitation, Sooleawa shook my hand. I wished her a good day, and walked away before I said something stupid. I blame my strict Catholic parents for my shyness and social awkwardness, folks. All the fine schools in Winnipeg and they had to send me to Saint Guillaume Academy, an all-male institution. What a world we live in, eh? As a result of my upbringing, I'm even more awkward around females than the average college freshman. I was determined to get to know Sooleawa, and once I returned to my parents house, I looked her up on Facebook. I found her, and sent her a brief message which I hoped wasn't creepy. Just thanking her for being such a good Samaritan and all. What? It's perfectly normal to look up a lady on social media to thank her for helping you out. I didn't send Sooleawa a friend request since I figured that might be too much. Imagine my surprise when, a few hours later, right as I was getting ready for bed, Sooleawa not only replied to my message but she also sent me a friend request. I eagerly accepted, and peered through Sooleawa's profile. I saw a picture of her on the beach, standing between a pair of skinny white guys. Instantly I was pissed, since I figured one of them had to be her boyfriend. I scrutinized the picture and noticed the rainbow boxers the guys were wearing, and smiled. These two white dudes are totally gay and Sooleawa is just a friend of theirs. Cool. "Hello, lost pilgrim, nice running into you at school," read Sooleawa's reply to my initial message. I smiled and then wished her goodnight. I like to keep online conversations brief because I just met this chick and I have a bad habit of coming on too damn strong when I meet a lady I find interesting. Happened to me twice. Once with a mixed chick named Emma last year, and more recently with Jenny, an Asian gal I met over the summer. Short and simple, that's how you keep online chats with the ladies. "Thanks again and goodnight," I wrote to Sooleawa, and then I logged off of Facebook, turned off the computer and went to bed. My parents are in Montreal, visiting my sister Jacqueline and the Italian dude she's so damn crazy about. I've met the dude and he is not all that. Of course, you can't tell that to my sister or my mother. My pops is polite but neutral, the way he always is when dealing with people outside our family. The next time I ran into Sooleawa, it was Monday night and the campus library was closing. I approached her, and we smiled and talked for a bit before exiting together. I'd gotten a flyer from a Caribbean buddy of mine about a slam poetry event happening off campus, and held it in my pocket as I stood in front of Sooleawa, trying to work up the guts to ask for her number. "Got something to show you," I said, and I pulled the flyer out of my pocket and gave it to Sooleawa. The pretty lady looked at it, smiled and then looked me up and down. This was the moment of truth, ladies and gentlemen. Would I be able to man up and ask for her digits, or would I spaz out like I used to in high school? Decisions, decisions. "Cool, I love slam poetry, take my number and we'll link up and whatever," Sooleawa said, and then she smiled up at me. My heart skipped a beat and I pulled out my beat-up old Blackberry and punched in the numbers as dictated to me by the pretty lady. I smiled nonchalantly and told Sooleawa I'd be in touch, then wished her a good day. The pretty lady nodded, smiled and walked away. Am I smooth or what? Alright, don't answer that. That night, as I lay on my bed, I thought of Sooleawa, the gorgeous young Aboriginal woman. I'm nineteen years old, and this is my second week at the University of Winnipeg in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba. There's a lot going on in my town and in my life. The Metis guy who recently got elected Mayor of Winnipeg is asking folks around town to open up a dialogue about racial relations. My new school is big and confusing, and I haven't made any friends yet. Oh, and I'm still a virgin. I am going to change all of the above as soon as I can, especially the last part. Do wish me luck, though. She stands naked in front of the mirror, gazing at the reflection that bounces back at her. Her hair falls over her shoulders and dances across her breasts as she turns her head from side to side, trying to see herself out of the corners of her eyes. The tips of her hair tickle her chest and she rubs her breasts, hoping to be rid of the tingling feeling. Yet when she returns her gaze to the mirror, she realizes that her nipples have puckered a little. With a slight frown, she raises her right arm and crosses it over her chest, her fingers hovering over her left breast. She wants to touch it, but is unsure of her own reaction. As she brings her arm down, her fingers brushe across her nipple, sending a shiver through her body. She raises her arm again and this time she holds her breast in the palm of her hand, feeling the warmth and softness. She moves her thumb over the nipple and she feels it grow hard under her touch. Shocked, she pulls her hand away, but the lure of a hard nipple is not easy to resist. Bringing her other hand to her right breast, she begins to massage it, using her thumb as she had before. Using both her hands now, she eagerly caresses her breasts, her nipples growing from the rubbing, and she pulls and pinches them. More shivers pulse through her body and she becomes aware of a sensation that tingles between her legs. She continues to play with her breasts in front of the mirror, enjoying the pleasurable feelings she’s having. She doesn’t want to stop, but her nipples are becoming sore. She takes a quick breath as her hands leave her chest and begin to descend her body. She closes her eyes, and her fingertips move slowly, barely touching her skin. She touches her face, feeling the smoothness of her cheeks, the curve in her neck. She crosses her arms, hands sliding down her sides, around to her lower back and over her bottom. Her fingers pause for a moment, and then she traces an invisible line over her opening, letting a finger slip inside for a brief moment. Opening her eyes, she brings her arms to her sides, a sly grin on her face. She looks down over her body and watches her chest rise and fall with each breath. She moves her hands to her stomach, not totally realizing the effects of her actions. Looking back at the mirror, she watches her hands slide down her stomach, over her hips and down the outside of her thighs. She continues past her knees and down to her ankles. Bending over like this causes her breasts to dangle freely, and she giggles as they sway back and forth. She lifts her hands up and takes a breast in each hand. The nipples are beginning to go soft so she plays with them again, pinching and rubbing. She likes how they feel as they grow hard from her touch. For a moment, she looses herself in ecstasy. She opens her mouth and pushes up her right breast with her hand until the nipple comes in contact with her wet tongue. She licks the nipple, then closes her lips around her breast, sucking and licking it within the confines of her mouth. Just as quickly, she lets go of her breast and stands up, but she becomes dizzy from all the blood rushing to her head. She tries to catch her balance, but ends up falling onto the bed, her comforter closing in over her body like a cocoon. She giggles as she relaxes into the softness, taking some deep breaths in order to calm down her excitement. She tries to turn around, but her legs get twisted between the bed covers. Reaching between her legs to pull herself apart, she gasps when her fingers come in contact with something warm and wet. Holding it up to her nose, she smells it. Its not a totally displeasing odor. Unsure of what caused the sticky goo, she continues to pull the blanket away from her legs. Once free, she becomes curious again and moves closer to the edge of the bed, keeping her legs open in order to see better. Glancing at the mirror, she smiles as she slides her right hand down her stomach and between her legs. Her face betrays her hidden feelings as her fingers meet with her pussy lips. Pushing through, she touches her clit for the first time, sending her into a state of pure pleasure never known to her. She wriggles her fingers over her clit, then pushes them in deeper, her hand now covered with her juices. Not sure of what to do, she continues to push her fingers and hand into her pussy. Remembering the sensations of playing with her nipples, she used her free hand to continue pulling and pinching them, first one breast then the other. Moving her hand from her pussy to her clit again, she falls back onto the bed, closing her eyes. Her fingers move back and forth over her clit in fast strokes, sometimes pushing on it, sometimes pulling it. Her flesh is not her own anymore as her pleasure surges. Eyes tightly closed, she licks her lips and arches her back. She feels herself beginning to loose control. Letting out a long, deep moan, her breathing stops and her body is rocked with her first orgasm. |
I never planned on getting anything going with my mom, it was just one of those things. It all started one day when I went to visit her. Pops dropped off the twig from drinking too much. He seemed to think alcohol was good for you after all, look how much the French drink. The weather was cold and blustery for November when I dropped in and mom was quite pleased, "Come sit in the parlor, want some coffee?" "Sure milk and one sugar, any doughnuts?" "With that belly, your asking for doughnuts?" "Just hungry I guess. "Well, I will set another plate for supper." So mom goes back into the kitchen to make me a cup and I see her half-glasses and beaded eyeglass chain. So I look through her glasses to see if they need a clean up, not bad a few smudges and with the corner of my red flannel shirt I had her glasses spotless. Having a thing for ladies glasses I draped the chain of beads over the back of my neck and had her half-glasses partway down my nose as I checked the print in a Danielle Steel novel. Mom came in with a tray of coffee and Vanilla wafers and giggled. "You look funny wearing my half-glasses with beads." She said. "Oh, I made these for ya, just wanted to see if they are working." "I did not mean to hurt your feelings John." She said with a sort of pout to her lips. "You did not hurt my feelings, how is the novel?" "Just so-so it started out hot and juicy but that is wavering off now. It is dull and I don't know if I want to finish it. Becky my neighbor lent it to me so I am not out anything. "Any juicy sex in it?" "Some here and there but you have a lot of pages where it gets as boring as learning the Mass. wiring code." "Mom, if you get into using the computer, there are websites with thousands of stories. I mean HOT juicy stories from one page to nine pages. Categories range from cross dressing; domination;fetish;incest;mature and who knows how many other categories." "You sound as though you read a lot. Are you staying for supper?" "Of course I am staying for supper and thanks very much. If you want I will show you how to use the computer." My sister Ellen gave mom a nice laptop, hooked up and everything as part of the cable t.v. service. My mom is a pretty good looking woman who is not interested in looking as she had been married to the same man for fifty years and then some. She is about five foot seven a bit heavy with sumptuous bosoms. I would say about a forty two D. Brown curly hair;green eyes and a pleasant personality. She loves skirts and blouses. Today she was wearing a plaid skirt and a beige blouse with ruffles and a pair of two inch chopped black patent heels. The way she walked from one room to another with her heels click clacking on the hardwood floors was somehow teasing me. We had a nice supper of meatloaf, mashed and gingered carrots as well as a nice salad. For desert coffee and vanilla wafers. The time was getting late and I was tired so I kissed mom, told her I loved her and split. Five weeks later. I was back in the area and wanted to drop in. I had been quite busy and although mom called once a week. She did not tell me she got on the internet and checked out a few websites for sexy stories. Mom gave me a cozy hug at the door. "John, so nice to see you. What a nice surprise!." "Well mom, always nice to see you too." "Come in the kitchen as I am baking, want some coffee?" "Yes thanks, and what is this?" "Surprise, I did it! I got on the internet and I love the literotica site. So nice to read a frigging hot wet story of a woman turned on by her own heels." You could've knocked me over with her high heel, it was so funny to hear mom talk like this. I always thought mom a bit prudish. She seemed so straight laced to me. Never missed church. If I was surprised then I had to be even more surprised as the afternoon and evening wore on. "So John, thank you so much for telling me about literotica. Nice hot sexy stories. One was called "Caught" where a granny took her grandson as her lover. He was into music, piano as you are and he had a thing about his Granny's half-glasses and half-moons whatever the hell those are." "Damn, I am saying, does she know I wrote that story?" John, I did not know what half-moons were till I read "Knobs, tubes and half- moons." Where an electrician went to a woman's house with ancient wiring and she wore bifocals with the half-moons for reading and the electrician was so turned on by seeing her with that type of glasses he got a hard-on, and they ended up doing it in her parlor! That was such a fucking' hot story I had to get my dildo out!" "So who wrote the story mom?" "Some guy called, Shoe Slayer." "Well I am glad you are liking the internet mom." "John, liking is not the word. Can you see the dust bunnies on the floor? it means I have not done the floor in a week and a half. I sit here reading stories with my vibrator, fantasizing about meeting Shoe Slayer!" And I am standing there with a knot in my pants the size of a grapefruit. "Mom, that's not going to happen. He is some guy probably in England or as the Brits would say, "Across the pond." "NO, Shoe Slayer is in this state." Mom said this in a low but serious tone of voice. "I know he is in my parlor!" Honestly I did not know what to think. "John, I love your stories, I have missed your father for a while now and I felt I was drying up inside. Thanks to you telling me about LIT I can enjoy things again. And I checked your bio. You have cats and a pug, you have a thing for women's half-glasses and heels. I did not know you cross dressed but that's fine with me. Where did you learn how to write?" "Well mom I always wanted to write stories about sex and having been married to a lovely woman for close to twenty years. I had a lot of interest in good old hot sex and decided to write about it." "Yeah it took awhile as I forgot a lot about grammar and punctuation but the Killer Muffin was cool and she wrote a big article about it. Punctuate like a pro and with the writers resources, well I was on my way." "I have a bit of a surprise for you, go into the parlor sit on the couch and close your eyes. Don't open till I say open." I did so and with in five minutes things started to happen that would make our relationship a lot tighter. I am sitting on the sofa and I hear mom coming over. I feel my belt being unbuckled and my pants being pulled down. "Keep your eyes closed!" I feel something cool, two things actually. Two cool things being dragged all over that ever growing cock of mine. "Open your eyes Shoe Slayer!" Here is my mom in patent black heels and a silky bra with a lot of lace wearing her half-glasses. She is on her knees and playing with my cock with her half-glasses as she looks at me through a pair with the beads hanging from them and damn she is HOT. "Do you like this?" Mom asks me. You might as well ask if a bear shits in the woods. "Yes mom of course I like it." "I hope you have no trouble with your mom wanting to say thanks for her new hobby. I want to do for you what you have written about. I could see better for distance so I could get a nice pair of silver bifocals, with the half- moons." I was totally awed by the situation but quite pleased as well. I Had no trouble getting it on with mom and she sure as hell didn't. "I knew when I read your bio it was you writing these sexy stories and I want you to write a lot more of them. I want you to have sex with me in every way imaginable so you can write about it. Also I want you to have a whole assortment of half-glasses, women's of course, so I can do things with them. As you write your stories, the thoughts of what I did will get you so frigging horny you will want to cum them." "Well Shoe Slayer I want to suck you off," said mom with a twinkle in her eyes. So She took a pair of her half-glasses and stuck them under my balls and took my whole cock between her lovely red lips and the inside of her mouth was so soft and warm. Mom started bobbing her head back and forth as she pushed her half-glasses further into my nuts and she could suck a football through many feet of garden hose. The feeling was the best ever! to have a hot lady, my mom, suck me off as she looked at me through or over her gold half-glasses. I knew I was going to cum and I did not bother trying to warn her. She knew what would happen and I did not want to stop the flow of events by suddenly using my manners. She kept sucking and bobbing her head and the pressure was building up and then, release. I exploded into my mothers lovely mouth and she swallowed every drop. I will never forget her looks. Cum at the corners of her mouth and her half-glasses at the end of her nose, with her beads hanging from them. "Shoe Slayer, play with my nipples with the beads of my half-glasses and if you do this right, I will have a few pair for you." So I took off my moms bra and stuck my cock in it to see if it was silky enough. YUP mom's not getting this bra back. I began to lick moms lovely red nipples slow then fast and switching all the time as I ran the sexy beads of her eyeglass chain back and forth against her other nipple. She was getting turned on by this as she was running her fingers down to her glory hole. "Shoe Slayer get my heel and stick the toe of it up my pussy!" I did so and she was already so wet the shoe went in up to the vamp. I am working it back and forth and mom starts with bucking her hips and making throaty sounds. She must have come three or four times and when she was done, the smile she had could be a lighthouse beacon. "Well Shoe Slayer! that was wonderful. Nothing up there all dried up now! and you will have to visit me more often." I got dressed to leave and mom had a few nice pairs of her half-glasses rolled up in the bra I took off her and she said, "Keep me in mind while your having a good time, I have a few surprises for you the next time you come for a visit." The day is warm and you have picked me up and taken me for a ride in your car you have blindfolded me so I don’t know where you’re taking me. We drive for a long time; all the way you talk to me telling me what you are seeing. Your hand slips onto my thigh, stroking the exposed skin I am dressed in a long dress to my ankles, but it buttons all the way up. It is cut low showing my breasts and I have unbuttoned it to just below my pussy. Your hand moves up feeling the silkiness of my skin, then slips higher, you feel my g-string it is wet from the excitement of the journey we are on. You moan I can’t see your face but I hear the lust in your voice, you push the fabric aside and run your finger up and down my lips, your voice changes and begin to get unsteady and I feel the car begin to swerve a little. You remove your finger and I hear you suck on it and then moan and then you say “Omg Sabby you taste so sweet” I giggle. You keep driving “wont be long now sweetheart”. Finally I feel the car pull over. You get out and come around and open my door taking me by the hand you lead me still blindfolded down a path I smell trees and I am intrigued and so horny my legs are shaking. You don’t talk as you lead me, soon I feel you stop, and you reach behind me and remove my blindfold I blink as my eyes sting a little, and then look around. I gasp, there before me is a grotto surrounded with tall trees the soft grass that covers the ground feels like feathers against my legs. I see tiny animals scurry around and I hear the birds chirping, in the centre of the grotto is a big thick trunked tree and beneath it you have laid out things for us to eat and use. You walk me over to the tree, a huge smile on your face, my face shows the awe of what I see before me and how much trouble you have gone to for our afternoon. On the ground is a blanket and a basket beside it holds food candles, oil and an ice pack with ice and a bottle of wine in it and two glasses. You tell me to sit down and you kneel beside me. I think I am here for a picnic but it is a picnic with a difference you have in mind. You begin to kiss my eyes and around my face. My eyes are closed and the kisses are very sensual and activate my senses... You reach down and unbutton my dress pushing it from my shoulders then slide it down my arms…you begin to kiss and lick down my neck and across my chest cupping my breasts in your hands kissing and licking between the valley as they are held within my bra. You reach behind me and unclip the hooks letting my large breasts fall free and you suck in your breath as you see them. You reach over and begin sucking my nipples and biting them gently I am moaning, as I feel your lips and teeth on me. You stand and slide your jeans down over your hips I am licking my lips as your cock stands out and I suck in my breath... You slide them over your hips and legs and I watch my body responding my pussy beginning to drip. Kneeling before me placing your now hard and throbbing cock between my tits and holding my tits either side of it you begin to fuck them. As the head of your cock comes through the top I lick it and flick my tongue out over it. You keep fucking me I watch your eyes as you do it your fingers pinching my nipples your eyes are glassy and all of a sudden you tense and moan out loud...and cum, you let my tits go and grab your cock, spurt after spurt of cum shoots out and covers my tits, I watch it as it slides down my skin. I lift each tit to my mouth and lick the cum from it... it is salty and warm and sticky and tastes wonderful I roll it in my mouth using my tongue, you watch me, then grab me and kiss me I swallow the cum and you lick my lips then push mine open and flick your tongue inside my mouth.. Pulling back from the kiss you begin licking my tits getting all the last drops of your cum from them. Then push me down onto my back, and open my legs pushing them as wide as they will go. You begin licking up each leg sucking on my skin up my thighs to my hot wet pussy dripping with juices you pull my g string off and then move back up and flick your tongue against my clit, using your fingers to open my lips you run your tongue up and down the inside lips.. Your tongue stiffens and you insert it into me and begin flicking it in and out... my back is arched up and I push my hips up to you... my pussy twitches my walls suck at your tongue my juices being sucked into your mouth I am moaning and writhing. My hands go to my tits and I massage them. Grabbing at my nipples twisting them as my body begins to orgasm. I hear you slurping as my juices squirt into your mouth and you holding my body your face buried in my cunt as I cum... “Babyyyyyyyyomggggggggg yes baby omg yesssssssssssssssss” wave after wave of blissful feelings wash over me. As my body subsides you kiss up it and then kiss my lips I can taste a mixture of my juices but also the residue of your cum still on your tongue you kiss me for a long time our tongues dancing together as our passion rises once more. You lay beside me I am wrapped in your arms and you tell me you love me, everything about me your hand plays with my tits and I tell you... that you’re my world and I love you so much and thank you for such pleasure. You smile and say “baby this is just the beginning” I look at you and smile... you get up and open the wine and pour some into each glass you hand me one and we sit watching each other as we sip it. It is sweet and taste so good I lick my lips my eyes sparkle and I tip my glass holding it over your cock... watching at the liquid covers it... Pushing you back I lean over you taking your semi hard cock into my mouth I suck it from base to tip in one hard slow suck I repeat it over and over feeling it harden slowly. When it is hard I lick up and down the shaft sucking small bits into my mouth... cupping your balls taking them in my mouth and sucking them, rolling my tongue around them. One hand on your cock stroking it, the other, I take to my cunt and insert my two fingers covering them with juices I remove them and take them to your ass and rim the hole then slide my fingers in and feel the walls of your ass. My mouth moves down and my tongue traces the crack of your ass from your balls to your hole... I ask you to turn over on your stomach... You roll over and I tip some more wine into your ass hole, then with my tongue, lick it out, slurping it, tasting you and the wine my head swimming my body becoming alive again. I hear you moaning and you lift your ass up I reach beneath you and take your cock in my hand and while my tongue fucks your ass my hand strokes your cock faster and harder... your cock so hard throbs in my hand.. All of a sudden you turn and grab me and throw me over my back on the ground my legs lifted up over your shoulders and without warning you ram your cock deep into my cunt... I feel the walls suck at it and you fuck me, long hard strokes, thrust after thrust.. My hands on your nipples rolling them pinching them... you stiffen and I feel your cum spurt deep inside me... filling my body as your cock stretches my hole... you collapse on top of me... kissing me your body shaking.. And I am smiling… We lay in each others arms resting and finally fall asleep our bodies exposed to the cool breeze the scent of the forest mixed with the scent of our love. We wake about 30 min later and begin to kiss long slow passionate kisses as our bodies waken to each others touch once more. You reach behind and refill our glasses with wine then grab some strawberries from the basket, dipping them in the wine you feed them to me taking a bite then holding it to my mouth—you look into my eyes as you do this the strawberries are delicious but the look in your eyes even more so. They begin to gleam and you tell me you have a surprise for me and to wait you will be right back... you get up and leave and 5 min later are back, with silk scarves in your hands. I look at the mischief in your eyes and laugh wondering what you have in mind... you tell me to place my hands behind my back and lie on my stomach with my legs open and lifted up at the knees.. I do this and wait... I feel you tie my hands at the wrists then tie them to my ankles so I rock on my tits and belly. You go down between my legs and begin to lick my pussy it is already wet with anticipation and excitement and the residue of our previous session still evident. I feel my nipples hard as the friction of them rubbing on the ground and the excitement of my body stimulate them. I feel you sucking my clit and as I try to move my body rocks. You move your lips and mouth to my ass licking the valley between cunt and ass then rim my ass hole. Finally I feel your tongue enter my ass and I suck in my breath the sensation is amazing your finger goes to my cunt and you push it inside as your finger fucks my cunt your tongue fucks my ass in unison. I am on fire and feel both the walls of my ass and cunt contract. You then stop and sit up I hear you fumbling in the basket, I say nothing, and my eyes closed relishing in the feelings of my body. Next I hear a buzzing and I feel the cold sensation of a vibrator being inserted into my cunt I feel it stretch open and then you push it in and it vibrates inside me. I then feel you open my ass cheeks and your cock sits at the opening of my ass, you rub it across my hole then slap it against my ass cheeks. Move it back to my ass and push the head it, I rock as I feel my hole stretch to accommodate it… slowly you push in further and further I feel it pop through the opening and you suck in your breath feeling the vibrator between the thin wall between my ass and cunt. You then fuck me getting faster and harder with each thrust... The vibrator is turned on to full vibration, my body is on fire my tight ass sucking at your cock you have filled it and stretched it open I begin to moan out loud… This is goes on for what seems like forever my body rocking, my wrists and ankles straining at the ties, my cunt and ass filled and being fucked together, the double penetration electrifying it is amazing... I hear you moan and then stiffen my cunt begins to contract. I feel the orgasm build and my body explodes at the same time as yours does, it feels like my body is out of control my juices squirt covering the vibrator your cum explodes in my ass and trickles out.. I feel you pull out and then pull out the vib... my juices trickle out of my cunt running down, and your cum trickles out you finish cumming all over my ass and watch as the cum and juices mix then using your tongue you rub them in to me I hear you slurping on them.. You then use the vibrator and twirl it in the mixture and bring it to my lips and tell me to suck it clean... you release my hands and ankles then kiss me... licking my lips and sucking my tongue. We again lay in each others arms just cuddling and you tell me a story... |
The car was parked up a slope, underneath the bridge abutment and shielded on both sides by high weeds and underbrush. From its vantage one could see the narrow gravel road below winding along the floodplain of the summer-shrunken river. The area had an unkempt look with piles of broken concrete dropped here and there among the unruly patches of high weeds and scrubby, stunted trees. High above the floor of the valley the Bloor Street viaduct carried the mid- day traffic on whining tires that protested the afternoon heat. Slung just below the roadway and nestled in the superstructure, the east-west subway rattled its way along the great belly of the bridge. It was a sultry day and the sun rode high overhead shrinking the shadows to tiny inkblots below the gnarled trees and painting a dark slash beneath the bridge where they were secluded. Up the embankment behind them and hidden by the footings of the bridge they could hear the constant swish of traffic on the Don Valley Parkway. Far below them near the riverbed, two teenage boys took turns winding a dirt bike through its paces. The protestations of the small engine seemed removed from the darting of the vehicle as the distant sounds hung muted in the heaviness of the air. The windows of the car were down to catch whatever breeze could be coaxed inside. But neither the heat nor the distant vehicle noises distracted their attention from one another. His fingers trailed lightly along her cheek and neck flushed pink with the heat and her excitement. He felt the dampness at her nape as he nuzzled close inhaling the lingering sweetness of her perfume. His mouth pulled gently at her covering her lips, sucking at them one at a time, tracing them with the tip of his tongue. Slowly, he released her buttons, allowing the fabric of her blouse to glide off her shoulders, nudging the cloth to ease it down her arms and watching silently as it gaped in the middle, exposing full shapely breasts, alabaster tipped with brown aureoles and pinkish buds that stiffened under his examination. She shuddered slightly and tried to move in closer to him shielding her breasts from the boldness of his gaze as tiny fingers of guilt mixed with the forbidden excitement that tightened her belly. She thought fleetingly of her husband and her young son but the sensations plucking at her loins were irresistible. He cupped her breast lightly, lifting it up and then letting it bob back against her chest as if testing its weight or checking its fullness. She wanted him to hold them firmly in his strong hands, capture her breasts, kneading and squeezing them with ardor. But his fingers kept grazing her skin, tracing the fullness of her orbs then softly pressing the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She shuddered again as his hands skimmed over the bareness of her sides, moving up to lift her arms and drape them on his shoulders. Her eyes closed as his head dipped to nuzzle her cleavage, nibbling and licking the smooth skin of her breasts. His tongue fluttered against her as it moved patiently over the roundness, stopping intermittently while he sucked fleetingly at her white skin. All too briefly his lips closed on her nipple wetting her and nibbling the bud to hardness. She cradled his head in her arms pressing the nipple to his lips, trying to make him suckle while he alternately licked the nipple keeping it wet then blew on it tenderly to cool it. Slipping his hand under her skirt he softly caressed her smooth skin, easing his hand between her thighs and nudging them ajar. She lay back against the seat and relaxed a little as his fingers continued to explore the sensitive skin beneath the cloth. She badly wanted to be touched but she fought her eagerness lest she appear anxious and thereby slutty. He loved that reluctance in her and reveled in the color that sprang to her cheeks when her modesty clashed with her deeper needs. It was what he enjoyed most about married women - coaxing them to levels of depravity they'd never even contemplated. "I love the feel of your naked legs," he mused, uttering the first words spoken between them in almost thirty minutes. Her acknowledgement was but a preoccupied wisp of a smile as she snuggled down further with her back braced against the passenger door. He lifted her left leg closer to the seatback while subtly leaning forward a little so his right arm blocked her from moving it back. His left hand found the top of her leg cupping the back of her thigh firmly while the tips of his fingers grazed the slope of her buttocks where they left the confines of her panties. Her skirt was pulled right up now as she laid back submissively, eyes closed and face flushed. She did not resist when he shifted his position, unbuttoned the waistband on her skirt and eased it down as far as it would go. "Lift up," he commanded when the white linen garment lodged on her hips. She raised her bottom off the seat and he whisked the fabric down her legs and off, tossing it onto the back seat with her blouse. Only the soft yellow bikini panties remained of her clothing. He smiled to himself as he leaned down toward her belly blowing soft tickling breaths on her exposed navel and hips and flicking his tongue teasingly along the elastic waistband. Moving his head lower, he was aware of the tiny wisps of blond hair that peaked out of the leg bands of the flimsy garment. He drew his breath in the heady musk of her scent. The thin isthmus of fabric between her legs had darkened slightly from the growing dampness behind. She was fidgeting, moving her hips toward him imploringly as he blew his warm breath on her secret place. She wanted him badly and the lust in her belly drove any shred of guilt from the immediacy of her need. He laid his cheek on her taut stomach while his fingers dipped under the leg bands of her panties, touching all around her mons but avoiding the moist and pouting lips of her sex. She shifted her position frequently now as he purposely held back what she badly wanted. He was teasing her blatantly. Her breath was irregular and she seemed to whisper half words, little moans and sighs as she rolled her head from side-to-side. He drew back a little from her enjoying her frustration momentarily and using it to increase her need. Waiting until her eyes fluttered open and met his he instructed her harshly, "Take off your panties." Without hesitation she hooked her thumbs in the garment, skimming it down over her legs and off her feet, tossing it in the back seat with the rest of her discarded things. Pressing his palms against her thighs, he eased them apart and pushed them up toward her hips. She squirmed her naked buttocks further down on the seat in anticipation, thus giving him complete access to her most private places. Once again, he lowered his head, this time immediately nuzzling the blond hair between her thighs feeling the springy coarseness against his mouth. With the tip of his tongue her parted her nether lips and tasted the woman of her, reveling in her abundant wetness. She jerked spasmodically as his tongue flicked the tiny nub just inside. Her hands grasped the side of his head trying to draw him deeper while grinding her mons against his mouth. She was perspiring freely and her mouth was drawn in a tiny grimace of determination. Short little gasps of breath that finished in a whimper accompanied each pulse of her hips. As the sensations in her belly grew stronger, her moans and whimpers increased and her head flopped from fitfully side-to-side. Close to orgasm, her need overpowered any belated caution from her latent modesty. She was very wet and the scent of her sex filled the car. The turgid bud of her clitoris had eased from its protective hood and glistened like a pink pearl above the petals of her sex. She was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life and his teasing touch made her fretful and anxious. Frequently he eased back keeping her hovering close but not letting her cum. Raising his head, he quickly replaced his tongue with a gentle strumming of her clit with the side of his thumb. With his right hand he probed inside her with two fingers. Then, as his hand became soaked with her juices, he slipped his index finger between the clasping cheeks of her buttocks until it pressed against her anus. Her eyes fluttered open momentarily as she realized what was happening but a word of protest was still in her throat as his finger slipped past her sphincter and wormed deep inside of her. The sensation was strange. It didn't hurt but it made her feel sluttish because she felt such pleasure from it. She could hear herself whimpering, imploring him to let her cum as his thumb strummed rhythmically on her clit and his finger probed deep inside her bottom. He smiled to himself at how tight she was back there. He knew having her bum touched was embarrassing her and that made it even more fun. She was aware of him speaking softly to her, crooning sexual images, using street language and telling her what to do, how she looked, how exposed she was, outdoors, stripped naked...legs spread and in heat. "You're a horny little cunt, aren't you?" he mocked. No one had ever used such vile language to her. The crudeness of his words demeaned her, numbing her sensibilities and sending emotional tremors rattling through her core. "Aren't you?" he continued. "Tell me what a horny little cunt you are." Her eyes flickered open again and his gaze riveted them as he pressed her. Her marital experiences now seemed so tepid, so antiseptic, as a second finger pushed deep into her bowels. "Go ahead. Say it!" he bullied "Yes... I am, she whispered in a tiny voice not wanting to say those words but afraid he may stop the pleasure she was feeling in her loins if she didn't. "You're what?" he demanded mockingly. "Say it. Say I'm a horny little cunt." She was frustratingly close again, inured to the humiliation he espoused, caring only for the orgasm that was eluding her. "I'm... a horny little cunt," she repeated. "I'm a horny cunt and I want you to do it to me." He grinned at her capitulation and enjoyed her obvious unfulfilled need. For an instant he broke the rhythm and when she drew her breath in sharply he pushed her again. "You're a horny little married cunt aren't you? Tell me that and tell me what you want." Beside herself with need and frustrated by his gamesmanship she blurted "Yes...I'm a horny married cunt and I... I want you to fuck me!" The words tumbled out at the same time she felt a powerful orgasm sweeping her loins. "Fuck me...fuck me now," she pleaded as her legs spread wider and she pumped up at him with the urgency of abandon he so wanted to see. She wasn't even aware at first that he'd replaced his stroking thumb with her own fingers and was now poised between her thighs watching as she masturbated to a thrashing noisy climax. She slumped back against the door now, oblivious to her own nakedness. The pangs of modesty that she had felt thirty minutes before had been swept away in the torrent of her pleasure. He moved in close to her again and eased her head forward until her cheek rested on his chest. His hand stroked the pouting wetness of her sex, tracing the cleft and causing her to draw small, sharp breaths as his fingers repeatedly nudged her enervated clitoris. He amused himself in her wetness and listened with satisfaction to the wet clicking noises his fingers made as they played in the sodden patch between her legs. Her clit was so sensitive she shuddered when he'd touch it but the insistent deep probing of his fingers felt so good she didn't want that to stop. He especially enjoyed watching her giving in to her pleasure. She was a woman who was usually aloof and gave the impression of being unattainable. it was a huge bonus That she was married. He liked that a lot and would find subtle ways to remind her that she was cheating just to see her struggle emotionally with the guilt. A typical school teacher, she liked being in control and had an attitude of superiority that was often misunderstood. The remnants of a British accent made her seem snobbish and detached. Other women envied her good looks but even more than that they disliked the prissy detachment she exuded. Those same women would love to see her now, stripped of her clothes and her composure, touching herself and talking dirty - indeed, acting like a common slut. He wished he was getting it all on video. But that could come later. The moments after a woman cums were always especially arousing to him. A strong orgasm usually made the clitoris overly sensitive and he liked playing with their discomfort, eliciting little whimpers and sighs as his fingers toyed with the tender areas. Deliberately, he worked his fingers close to Janet's clit enjoying the evasive movements of her hips as she tried to keep him from contacting the enervated bud. His knee, draped over hers, kept her from closing her legs and he could feel her thighs jump as she tried to avoid his persistent fingering. He kept her close to him where he could suck on the tender skin of her neck and around her earlobes. He could see a spot of darkening skin at the bend of her neck, the start of a hickey she'd have to hide from her husband and he resolved to go back to it ensuring its prominence before he let her dress. For long moments, he held her tightly, pressing her face to his chest and incanting sexually to her. All the while his hands worked teasingly at her genitals, stroking and tugging gently on the lips and then sliding two fingers deep into her wetness. Gradually the fatigue of her first orgasm left her and her body began to move in a rhythmic response. "I love to see you this horny," he smirked. "Your cunt is soaking." "Does that excite you?" she asked. His reply was another command. "Tell me where it feels good." "Right where your fingers are," she evaded. "Say it!" he demanded. "Say the word. Don't pretend you don't know what I want you to say." "My cunt," she said quietly. "It feels good in my cunt." "And what about your bum? You liked that didn't you." It was a statement, not a question and she felt a little tinge of shame as she whispered "yes." She was always so neat and so controlled. Hearing her say it brought a smile to his lips and seeing her cheeks flush at her own vulgarity made it even sweeter. It gave him a rush to manipulate her this way, pushing her beyond her comfort zone by simply holding her pleasure for ransom. It was fun to see how close he could bring her and then tantalizingly back off a little before she could cum. Each time she was close she'd try a little harder to get there. Each time she missed, it peeled away a little more of her inhibition. "Your husband must have a needle for a dick." he taunted. "Your bum is so tight it's like it's never had a cock." He watched, amused, as she tried to avoid commenting. "It makes me feel good when you touch me like this." She murmured, hoping to change the conversation. "I'll bet you tell your husband that too," he teased purposely adding to her stress. "Maybe I'll ask him," he quipped, watching the flush in her cheeks deepen at the thought. "What do you think he'd say?" "Don't even go there," she whispered, hoping he'd stop. It bothered her that he could be so gauche as to tease her that way. It was like a clarion reminder maing her being with him seem even more forbidden. She had her face buried against his shirt and her eyes were closed tight in concentration. Each time she got close he changed his rhythm a little or moved his finger back keeping her so very close but adding to her need to cum. She moved around now, nestled more into his arms and lay with her back against his leg and her bottom facing the passenger door. The seat was a little too short for her legs and she kept them bent, placing one foot on the cushion and the other trailing off the seat onto the floor. While she lay with her eyes closed, he watched her closely, enjoying her little winces and the changes of expression that crossed her face in response to his fingers. He liked the sight of his hand working steadily between her open legs and the pulse of her hips and she moved with him. A subway train rumbled by on the tracks high above them and he looked up and thought of all the bored passengers unaware of what was happening just beneath them and out of their site. He wished they could all see her right now, the way she was and he smiled at how embarrassed she'd undoubtedly be. He gazed through the windshield and his eyes swept lazily over the valley below them. There was nothing moving at all. His eyes caught sight of a shiny object reflecting brightly in the sun. Without pausing the steady movement of his hand, he continued peering at it, squinting to see it more clearly. It was something polished, like chrome. Suddenly it occurred to him that he could no longer hear the dirt bike and his eyes began to search the riverbed for the boys. Methodically, he cast his eyes slowly from left to right trying to see any movement down there. A slight flutter off the passenger side of the car drew his attention to the door mirror and a flash of color moving in the dusty green of the high weeds. Without changing the rhythm of his hand he studied the tiny reflection. _To be continued..._ |
Strong Sexual Content Sandra listened to the sounds around her as the elevator door closed. It sounded like everyone got off and she quietly asked if anyone was around. No one answered. Sandra is blind, by choice, and has been so for about 5 years. She is 43, about 5'6" tall and 113 lbs. She was on her way home from her doctor's office in the local hospital. Somehow she has gotten disoriented and not sure what floor she is on. She felt the elevator stop and thought she heard someone get on. As the doors closed she again asked if someone was around. A cheerful male's voice said yes, I am down here by your right hand. Sandra moved her red and white staff to the other hand and reached out. She ran into his hand and he said let me put your hand on the handle of my wheelchair and moved it a few inches to the rubber grip. Sandra said thank you, I seem to have gotten myself turned around today. The voice said no problem where are you headed? Sandra said home, or I should say out to the cab stand. He said no problem, I am going that way and would be glad to let you tag along. My name is Rich by the way. Sandra told him her name and said thanks for the help. The elevator stopped and Rich said move in behind my wheelchair and hold on to the handles like you are pushing. As he moved forward a little she did and they exited the elevator. He did not move fast and she could tell easily when he made turns or had to slow down to avoid something. She knew it was a bit of a walk to the cabs, and then Rich said he was going to go across the street to the restaurant and have lunch, would she like to join him. Sandra had always had a thing for crippled men and said she would like that. Sandra could soon tell they were outside and Rich warned her that they were about to go down the sidewalk ramp to the street as the walk light was on. She felt the knobs on the ramp through her shoes and had no trouble following him. He warned her when they were on the other side that it was up ramp time and soon they were at the door to the restaurant. Some nice people held the doors open for them on their way out and Rich said thank you to them. A voice said hello Richard, looks like you need a place for two today. Sandra heard him say yes Sally, over in the quiet side would be nice. No problem she said and she felt the wheelchair move to follow the hostess she thought. She heard the chair move out on the floor and Rich said his left arm was out to guide her and she took it and found the chair with no problem and sat. Sally helped her get it up to the table. Rich's voice was beside her when he spoke and told her that he was beside her and not across from her and they had their backs to most of the other patrons. Sandra spoke up and said I guess you must eat in here a lot since you seem to be known. He chuckled and said yes, I work in the hospital and get tired of the cafeteria food often, so come over here. She asked where he worked and he told her the pharmacy. She indicated she had been a patient there several times. Rich asked about her sight and she was honest and told him she lost it about 5 years ago. After a pause she added at my request. She was scared what his reaction might be, but had decided some time ago that she would be honest with any men she met, and if they did not like it, better to find out up front. Rich said great, glad to meet someone that is not afraid to reach out and obtain their desires. He saw her visibly relax. The server came and took their orders. After she was gone Sandra asked why he was in the wheelchair. Rich said he was in an auto accident about 9 years ago that injured his spinal cord. I am paralyzed from my ribs down. Since you were honest with me I will tell you I enjoy being this way very much. Sandra said thank you for telling me that. Rich said I have a favor to ask, would you please remove your dark glasses? Her answer was to remove them and turn her face towards his voice. He said wow, you have a beautiful face. Her eyelids were sewn shut at the lower edge of the orbit and the lashes were gone. They were slightly sunken in meaning there were no eyeballs or fillers behind them he thought. He spoke up asking no eyeballs? She smiled and nodded her head and saying none. She said she did not like the dark glasses but wore them to not gross anyone out. Rich said you can leave them off around me for sure. Sandra reached out and found his hand and covered it with hers still smiling at him. Their food came and without her asking him, he told her where the food was on her plate. She thought he has been around blind people before. During lunch Sandra spoke up and said before I was blinded I dated a crippled man in a wheelchair and we had a great time. Just so you know, I am a devotee. Rich said good to know and I am a devotee also, so what say we relax and enjoy each other. Sandra said that would be great. Can I be bold and ask if I could look at your legs some time with my fingers? Rich said absolutely; my lower body is very atrophied. I have some feeling left in some areas. Sandra said I remember how my friend's legs looked. If you don't mind me saying, I thought they looked very sexy. Rich said glad you got to see them, liked them, and want to compare. Rich looked Sandra over good as they were eating and noticed that there she seemed to be braless and one breast seemed to be larger than the other. She had a summer dress on that was well above her knees and flat shoes. Her hair was short and she had a tan. He smiled to himself and could not help wondering if she had anything on under the dress. Rich told her he was headed home after lunch and would be glad to drop her off at her home. She asked if it would not be too much trouble and he said no, I enjoy your company. Sandra said she would appreciate the lift and maybe they could stop at his place so she could look at him. Her curiosity was very...aroused she said seriously as she covered his hand again. He said sounds like a plan. They finished lunch and she followed him back across the street to the parking garage. Rich opened the car door for her and told her to be careful and not bump her head. He guided her hand to the roof over the door. She got in easily and he then leaned in very close to her and fastened her seat belt. The shoulder belt crossed her chest and now he knew she was braless. Her hand stopped his arm as he was withdrawing it for several seconds, as if she was going to guide it somewhere, but then let go. He closed the door and went around to his side. He opened the driver's door and pulled up beside the seat. Even though she was looking straight ahead she said she wished she could see for a few minutes today to watch him get in and out of the car. Rich said if you want I will tell you what I am doing as I do it. Sandra said that would be great! My wheelchair is right up by the car seat, the wheels are locked and I am lifting my legs one at a time into the car. I am going to lift myself half way out of my wheelchair to the seat. I will be sitting partly on the seat and the wheel rim of my chair. Now I have re-positioned my hands on the car seat arm and seat of my chair and am going to lift myself the rest of the way into the car. I am now in the car seat and buckling my shoulder belt so I don't fall out of the car. I am reaching out and removing the wheel from my wheelchair and will put it behind your seat. And now the other wheel. Then I bring the rest of the chair to the back seat. I usually put it on the seat you are in. I use hand controls to drive with. My left hand controls the gas and brakes and I steer with my right. My friend did not drive as his arms were too weak she said. Rich closed his door and they started towards his place. He told her he lived in a tall condo building with his unit towards the top and jokingly said hope you're not afraid of heights. Sandra said she thought she would be OK. They got to his place and he parked underground out of the hot sun. He explained what he was doing again as he got his chair together out of the car. He wheeled around to her side and opened the door. She had a grin on her face and had undone the seat belt. He helped her out of the car and as she slid around in the seat, her dress had ridden up more, and she had her legs spread, and Rich confirmed she did not have any panties on. He was quite sure Sandra knew what she was doing but they said nothing. He did give her hand a slight squeeze as he helped her out. Up in his unit he showed her around and they went out on to the balcony. He told her no one could see his balcony the way it was located. She said I bet the view is something. I will want you to tell me about it sometime but now I want to look at you. Rich asked if she needed the bathroom when they got back inside and she said yes. He took her to the small bathroom with just a john and sink right off the living room and showed her how to get a few feet back to a couch when she was done. He said he might be a few more minutes longer than she would be. Rich went to his bath, undid the strap below his knee attached to the footrest support and another above his knees that held his legs on the footrests. He removed his shoe, sock and trousers. Moving over to the john he unhooked his catheter from the leg bag and let it drain into the john. He removed the leg bag and emptied it then pulled his under shorts off. Using a syringe he let the water out of the small balloon at the end of the catheter in his bladder and then pulled the catheter out of his penis. Using a washcloth he washed his penis and balls good then dried off. Rich's bladder did not leak, in fact he had to catheterize himself to get any urine out. He usually wore a Foley catheter to work as it was easier to go to the bathroom than getting on and off the john. He took his clothes out to his bedroom and put them on a chair. He removed the shirt he had on and was just in his t-shirt when he returned to the living room. He told Sandra he was going to pull up in front of her and suggested she take one of the pillows and put in on the floor by the foot rest on his wheelchair, and she could kneel and start there and work her way up. Laughing he said I will assume you want to see my legs more than my face. Sandra laughed with him and said how did you guess. He helped her put the pillow down and off the couch and get on her knees. She had kicked her shoes off. He directed her hands to his left foot and said he had no feeling at all in that whole leg but would enjoy watching what she did. Sandra started exploring his foot and ankle taking her time lightly going over every inch. He told her he was going to lift his leg and for her to feel how his foot drooped with the toes pointing all the way down. She did and said wow, nothing there to hold it up is there. Nothing Rich repeated. He set his foot back on the foot rest and she proceeded on up his leg. As Sandra got to his calf she remarked how small it was, she could almost get her thumb and middle finger around it. She remarked how smooth and soft things felt. Rich said I shave it and there is no muscle tone at all. She slowly worked her way up to his knee and then up his thigh. As she was getting higher up his thigh, she ran into one of his balls. She did not jerk her hand away, but took it gently in her fingers and continued working them higher until she came in contact with his pubic hair and cock. Her head had not been following her hands but was facing straight ahead. It stayed that way as she said you took you pants off. Rich said I thought you might want me too. Absolutely she said, thanks. She found he was firm but not hard and she asked if he could feel her touch and get hard; her friend could not. He answered yes if you are willing to spend some extra time helping me and I take some cialis and use a cock ring. Sandra said it really did not matter if he could get hard or not; I think you would know how to take care of your partner otherwise. She added she would be willing to take all the time necessary so they could enjoy each other. She told him she was glad they could talk about this personal stuff. Rich said he was glad also. She felt him firm up a little more and a drop of precum form at his opening. She leaned down and licked it off. After a short time exploring his cock and balls she again said to Rich, it would not matter to me if you could not get hard. She started moving down his right leg with her hands and fingers. She asked if he was feeling any of this and he said yes about fifty percent of what she was doing in that leg. After spending a little extra time with his thigh and letting him enjoy feeling what she was doing, she reached his knee. He saw her react to what she felt and gave her a while to go over everything. She said no knee-cap. Right Rich said. As her fingers moved lower all of a sudden there was nothing there anymore. He could see that her face got a huge smile on it as she realized he was also an amputee. There was only a short piece of fibula attached to the knee and very little muscle or anything under the skin around it. She had it in both hands stroking it. Rich told her he could feel that and it felt fantastic. She leaned forward and kissed it on the tip using her tongue to feel the end of the bone through the skin. Rich then asked her to stand up in front of him and helped her to her feet. He moved the pillow aside and asked if she would please drop her dress. Sandra was very quiet and folded her arms across her chest and "looked" down, away from him. He let her be that way for a little over a minute and then reached up and took her wrists gently pulling her hands down to her sides. Quietly he said Sandra, I know what I am going to see and it makes no difference to me, but I am very sorry you are having to go through all of this. Please let me enjoy us together. I wondered in the car if you were going to prevent me from touching you or going to move my arm into your breast. After a few seconds she reached behind her and unzipped her dress, pulled it forward off her shoulders and let it drop around her ankles. There was a scar across her right chest going up under her axilla where her breast had been. Her other breast had a scar where the breast met the chest wall showing that augmentation surgery had been done. There was a beautiful C cup, tear drop breast with a very large areola and large up turned nipple. Sandra heard him suck in a lung full of air as he looked at her and at the same time heard him say what a beautiful sexy woman she was. He asked if she could inject more saline into the implant and she said yes. As he looked lower he saw she had an abundance of pubic hair that reached far and wide and down the insides of her legs a couple of inches. It was long and luxurious. She stepped closer to his voice and spread her legs some. She knew she had become very wet and wondered if he could see it. She held her hand out and he took it. She grasp his fingers and guided them to her slit pulling his fingers through it. He pulled them out of her hand and she heard him licking them off. She opened her legs a little further and then took hold of her very long, full cunt lips and pulled them to the side, opening them as far as she could hoping he would take the hint. He did and as his lone middle finger slipped up her slit he pushed it into her cunt as far as it would go. He gathered a good finger full of honey as he pulled it out and moved his hand up under her nose. She opened her lips and he stuck the finger in her mouth, with the finger tip pointing down her throat as far as it would go. He pushed it down on to her tongue in the back of her throat, and slid the finger out over her tongue with her sucking on it. He stuck his middle and index finger in her this time and rubbed her G-spot getting a good reaction out of her. This time when he pulled them out they went into his mouth and she heard him noisily cleaning them off. With a laugh Sandra asked Rich if he had a bed handy that would fit both of them. He said he did and told her to get on his lap. She reached out and made contact with him and he let her figure out how to do it. She rapidly did and felt his hardening cock poke her thigh. She put her arms around his neck and said home James. Rich rolled into the bedroom with them and up to the bed. He told her where it was beside her and how high off the floor it was; wheelchair seat height. Rich pulled the spread and top sheet out of the way and told her she could move over. She asked if there was any way she could help him and he said hold that thought till later. They both laughed. He pulled his t-shirt off and transferred to the bed. He had a trapeze bar and used it to get to the middle of the bed. He was then able to reach out for Sandra and pulled her to him. They held each other tightly for several minutes then Sandra used her hand to find his face, moved hers up and kissed him passionately. Their tongues did a dance together for several minutes then they came up for air. Sandra was on her right side so her breast was close by and Rich gently pulled on her nipple. The sudden, unexpected touch made Sandra jerk and orgasm. She had her left leg over his when it hit and she fucked his hip to add to the sensation. When she was done she said you must think I am a real slut. Rich laughed and said no, I am thinking how great a lover I am by making you cum with so little work! Sandra's hand slid down and searched for his cock. She found it and it was hard. She asked if he had taken a pill and he said no, you did that to me the minute I saw you undress. Are you close to Cumming she asked and he said yes, I think so. Can I get you off with my hand? Rich said go for it, make a mess. Sandra played with his balls then used his precum to lubricate him and soon he ejaculated a huge load on to her hand and his abdomen. Rich said wow, best one ever; I have not had a whole lot of experience. Sandra moved her head down to his cock and put it in her mouth, sucking the last of the cum out, and cleaning it off. She then licked her fingers getting as much of him as she could. When she was done and back beside him she asked when was the last time you came and Rich said a couple of weeks ago, I got myself off. No woman has done me for a couple of years. Rich asked Sandra if they had intercourse, did she want for him to use a rubber so she does not get pregnant. She said no, I can't, I had to have a complete hysterectomy. Rich said he was sorry and she said not a big deal, got rid of all the pain I had during my periods. He asked if she was OK for sex now and she said no problem it was a couple of years ago and by the way, you are the first man to see me after my mastectomy. My doctor was a female and I have not been with a man since my breast was removed. Rich hugged her tightly and said well you just had the proof in your hand and mouth it had no effect on me. She said yea, glad I found you. Rich said lets hit the shower, I usually take mine in the afternoon anyway. Sandra said great idea, lead the way. As he was moving over to the side he said could you lift my leg off the bed as I move my butt over to my wheelchair, that way you can help and "watch" at the same time. Sandra said great idea, I would love to do that. He guided her on where to stand and when to move as he did and they did it first try. She asked about his stump and he said it followed along with no problem but she was always welcome to handle it any time. Sandra followed him into the bathroom and she used the john right in front of him. Rich said he usually cathed in the shower and did she want to do him sometime. She was surprised and said you would really let me do that? He said why not, good foreplay and they both laughed. He explained it was a roll in shower and that he then transferred to the bench from his wheelchair. He had her go in and explore with her hands the whole area. He then had her sit on the bench next to the wall and told her his stump would be on that side and she could help him move from his chair then. They did and she held his stump longer than necessary which he enjoyed. He had her find the belt that was attached to the wall and went around his chest so he did not fall off the bench and she was able to fasten it around him with no problem. Rich quickly catheterized himself and told Sandra what he was doing as he did it. He had her feel the catheter as it went into his urethra and the bag the urine flowed into. He then turned the water on to get it warm, then the valve that put water to three different shower heads. Sandra was surprised and said how great it felt. She stood and let it rinse her everywhere. She then started rubbing her hands on Rich and could feel the cum left on his chest and abdomen. We did make a mess she said. Rich had her stand in front of him and started rubbing soap all over her. She had to lean over so he could get her upper body and he spent a lot of time on her breast and then the empty chest wall. As he worked his way down she spread her legs for him and he soaped her pubic area good. He told her how sexy she was with all the hair and how wet she was, and not with water. She said good, she was usually dry after her hysterectomy and glad she was lubricating. He asked if she got herself off and said yes she had been lately. He washed her legs then had her turn around to get her back and butt crack. As he went over her anus he asked if she liked things up there and she said she had never tried. And you she asked? Rich said he had never tried either but had read about prostate massage for paraplegics. Sandra said let me know if you want to try sometime. He rinsed Sandra good then she said turnabout is fair play and took the soap and started washing Rich. He told her to be careful and not get soap in the end of his cock as it burned since he had feeling there. As she got him to lean side to side so she could wash his behind she asked if he could feel there and he said just slightly. He cupped her breast several times as she was leaning over to wash him. Using a hand wand Sandra was able to rinse Rich good and they dried each other off. She helped move his stump as he got back on his wheelchair and she ran her hand through her hair a couple of times and said see, why it is short. Rich asked if she wanted something to cover up with and she said do you want me too and he said no, never. They kissed and he asked her if she would like to stay for dinner. Sandra said that would be nice and they headed to the kitchen. They decided since they had a big lunch, a fresh salad would be good. Sandra said she would fix it if he wanted to watch her. Rich said great and went through the ice box getting the things she asked for. He got her a big bowl and a knife and she started in. As she worked her head was upright facing straight ahead. He marveled at how fast she worked and how skilled she was. She soon was done and he got their drinks and some French bread from the oven. Sandra even put the salad in bowls and dressing on it. They sat side by side and had a good dinner. After they were done Rich asked what Sandra would think of him if he had both of his legs amputated. She asked how much of them and he said all of them at his hips. She put her hand on his stump and said you have been thinking about this haven't you and Rich said yes, for some time. She caressed the inside of his thigh and said if it is what you want to do I would be all for it. Keeping a straight face she added and besides it would give me better access to your cock. They both had a good laugh then she asked why was he thinking about it. Rich said you can tell I am sure that as I move around I have to drag my dead legs with me. At times it is a lot of work. BUT, that is also a big part of what I like about being crippled, all the trouble I have to go to with them. Hard decision to make. One good thing is that I would still be confined to my wheelchair. Sandra spoke up and said I know all the feelings you are going through believe it or not. Same thing I went through before I was blinded. I can tell you though that I have never regretted my decision; I love being blind, especially today when you let me look at all of you with my hands. You felt how wet I was. Rich said thanks for understanding. They got the dishes done and spent a while sitting on the balcony talking. Sandra asked if he thought she moved to fast to sex and he said no, I think it was what we both wanted given our disabilities and that we are both devotees. I think the day has been fantastic and I hope my lack of experience has not prevented you from enjoying it also. Sandra said no, you are the best lover I have ever had and I never thought I would have another one, someone would accept me like I am. It was very obvious you were not turned off by what you saw and I thank you for that. Sandra then said I feel like I am somewhat older than you are; how old are you and Rich said 24. Sandra gasp and said she was 43, old enough to be his mother! Rich laughed and said he thought that was what she was and had no problem with her being that old. Age was just a number and she was a very sexy mama. Are you OK with it he asked and she said yes, no problem. She moved over to his lap and they cuddled for a while. Sandra then said please take me back to bed and fuck me good. Rich said good idea, I took one of my pills earlier and he headed towards the bedroom with her on his lap. She helped him on to the bed and then he asked if she would like to catheterize him. Sandra said are you serious and Rich said very, I trust you and you will do just fine. He guided her to find the things she would need so she would know where they were the next time. He talked her through what she would do then she helped him over to the edge of the bed and let his leg hang off. She sat in his wheelchair and he thought she would be more comfortable that way instead of sitting on the bed or kneeling on the floor. She started in and did perfect. After she was done he told her he could only feel part of what she was doing as she inserted the catheter. He told her that the hardest part was just that, not getting hard with her handling him so much. Sandra asked if that would be a problem and he said not really, would just take more of the catheter to get into his bladder. She had picked up all the trash and used a warm wash cloth to clean him off and crawled in bed beside him. He handed her the cock ring and she explored it with her fingers. He told her how to put it on his cock and how far down it should go and she managed to get it on. He had started to fill out already so it took a little doing. Rich told her he wanted her to sit on his face and she exclaimed WHAT! He told her again, it was something he had read about in LITEROTICA and wanted to try it. She still could not believe he was serious. Finally after they kissed and he sucked on her hard nipple for a while, she asked how was she supposed to do it. He explained he would guide her into position and her two legs would be beside his head and she would use her legs to move around if she wanted as he was doing her. He moved the trapeze out of the way and helped her find the headboard to hold on too if needed. Rich moved into position and then guided Sandra into hers and he told her to relax and drop her bottom down to his mouth. She gently put her hand down and after finding his mouth lowered herself down to it. Rich immediately started using his tongue to lap up her slit and around her vaginal opening. He did not go near her clit yet. Sandra immediately lubricated and Rich felt/tasted it. She groaned and said how good it felt and moved herself around some encouraging him on what to do to her like harder, softer, higher, lower and trying to get him to hit her clit but he managed to avoid it. After a few minutes he reached up and took hold of her breast. She was not expecting it and jumped a little right when his tongue was at her cunt and pushed down on it causing it to enter her. He licked harder and she went into orgasm. He kept her going for a bit then let her start down. As she was about to end it he finally sucked her clit into his mouth and started trilling on it. She grabbed the headboard and really fucked his face. She was yelling all sorts of things like suck it off, bite me, and he was trying to do all of it and pulling hard on her nipple at the same time. He finally backed off everything and let her cum down slowly. Again when he thought she was about done he encouraged her to move down his body and get on his cock. She was really wet by now and he knew she would not have any trouble. She moved down and reached between her legs and found his cock. Holly Cow, how big are you she asked? Her fingers would not go around him and she felt how long he was, about 8 inches. She could feel his foreskin still up over the top of his cock head. She had no hesitation to get it in her and guided it to her cunt and sat on it. With all of Rich's precum and her lubrication she slid all the way down on it in one motion and he slightly felt his cock head hit the back of her vagina. She enjoyed the very full feeling he gave her as she had never had a cock that big in her before. Rich told her remember, I can't fuck you as I am paralyzed, you will have to do all the work. Sandra said no problem and she started in. Still not completely done with her last cum it did not take her long to start another one and it just lasted continuously. He did notice her head looking down like she was looking between her legs trying to see what she was fucking herself with. Again Rich grabbed her breast and was a little rough with it. He was also using the other hand to rub her chest wall at the site of her missing breast. They went on for several minutes then Rich felt like he was ready to cum and told Sandra he was going to fill her cunt with his seed. She pushed herself all the way down on his cock and he erupted into her. She yelled she could feel him Cumming and soon it was spilling out on him as she was so full of his cock there was no place for it to go. Even though he had cum earlier he still had several good ejaculations into her and he was able to feel them also. About the time he ran out Sandra collapsed on top of him and he put his arms around her and pulled her tight to him. For a while she just laid there not able to move and in a Trans-like state. She finally came around and put her arms around his neck kissing him passionately. The cock ring was still keeping Rich hard and he was still in her pussy. She said she had never in her life experienced anything like all of the things he had done for/to her. Rich laughed and said neither had he. She added that she thought being blind added to it because she had developed such active other sensory feelings. Rich found he was able to flex his Kegels some and Sandra felt them and figured how to flex hers back. She finally asked if she needed to fuck him some more so he could enjoy as much as she did. He said no, he was spent for a while. She moved off him and found he was still hard in her hand. She turned around and put him in her mouth and found she could get him all the way down her throat with no trouble. She loved the taste of their juices mixed together and all of a sudden she felt his tongue licking her slit and vagina. She moved her rear to a better position for him and they kept eating each other for a while. Rich suggested the shower might be a good place to head for. Sandra agreed and used the sheet to wipe the rest of the cum off them. She helped him into his wheelchair and they got to the shower without making a mess. Rich got himself tied in and turned on the water. Rich then asked if she would like to move in with him. Laughing Sandra said only if you can promise me this same treatment every night. They both laughed good and she took the cock ring off him then facing him knelt on the bench and guided his still hard cock into her cunt. While she was fucking him she said she would love to live with him. |
"O I forbid you, maidens all, that wear gold in your hair, To come or go by Carterhaugh, for young Tam Lin is there." -"The Ballad of Tam Lin," Traditional. *** Halfway through the forest the carriage stopped for no reason and wouldn't budge an inch. Lady Astrid fanned herself as the coachman tried to get them going again. "What's the problem?" "Can't say ma'am," said the driver. "It's like the wheels just don't want to turn." "Wheels turn; it's what they do. Why should we stop for no reason?" "Reason is overrated," said a voice. Lady Astrid screamed. There was a man in her carriage, a very young, very handsome, very well-dressed man, with his legs crossed and a rapier dangling in one hand. "How did you get in here?" she said. "Through the door," said the strange man. "It's a kind of moving panel over in the side here, makes getting in and getting out very convenient, you ought to try it if you haven't yet. Now madam, this is a robbery: If it's your first them then don't worry, I'll be gentle." He held up a bag and pointed the tip of the sword at her. "Something the matter, ma'am?" said the driver. "Not at all," said the strange man. "It's just a routine holdup. Stay where you are, unless you think the lady needs some ventilation. Now madam, your rings and bracelets and broaches." Lady Astrid deposited her jewelry into the sack. She added some candid comments about the robber's parentage, which he thought were a nice touch. "And the diamond. Don't forget that." She held the ring to her chest. "But it's the symbol of my eternal fidelity and trust in my beloved husband!" "Which is why I think it's very insincere for you to still be wearing it." Lady Astrid went white, but she dropped the ring into the bag. "I know you," she said. "You're the one they call Tam Lin. The duke warned us about you: a thieving, roguish fairy." " I may be a thief, and I may be a rogue, and I may be a fairy, but...well, anyway, it was nice meeting you. Give my regards to the duke." Tam Lin sprang out the carriage window and sprinted for the trees. Lady Astrid yelled out the window, "You forgot your sword!" "Keep it," said Tam Lin. "It's only a stick." She looked. A moment ago it had been a sword, but now it was, indeed, a stick. She gnashed her teeth, jumped from the carriage, pushed the driver aside, and ran after him, hoisting her skirts over the brambles. Though it was late October, the forest was still as bright and lively as the spring in Carterhaugh: flowers bloomed, trees were heavy with fruit, birds trilled, and sunlight slanted warm and golden through the boughs. It was disgustingly pleasant. Lady Astrid cast around in the weeds and the brush, but saw no sign of the escaped fairy. It was midday and the shadows were very small, but somehow he'd slipped away into them. "Tam Lin!" she shouted. "Tam Lin!" "Yes?" said a voice right next to her. She jumped. Tam Lin sat on a low tree branch, eating an apple and twirling her wedding ring around his finger. "Give that back!" she said. "I'm not sure you understand precisely how robbery works." "You can keep the rest," she said. "I can keep it all. It's a tax for coming through my forest." He jumped and landed right next to her, leaning in very close and sniffing her perfume. "Unless you'd care to pay the other toll?" Lady Astrid backed away. "You keep your hands off me." "What about my other parts?" She clutched her fan to her chest. "The stories say you only do that to young, virginal girls." "There are fewer and fewer young virgins every day, so I'm thinking of relaxing my standards. Come, come, we both know why you came this way. The duke put out a proclamation not a week ago warning everyone to stay away from Carterhaugh, and yet here you are." "It was the fastest way," said Lady Astrid. "You're coming by way of the glen. This forest detour adds two days on your trip for no reason. I know that Lord Astrid is in his eighties and deaf as a post so I can only imagine the bloom wore off that peach the moment it fell. And more importantly, you're wearing green." She looked at her dress. "So?" He touched her cheek. "You know what kind of woman wears green, don't you?" She blushed. "I'd heard it was a color that fairies enjoy." "We do. Principally because it doesn't show grass stains." She threw herself on him and knocked him over. They landed in a patch of clover that he just happened to be standing in front of, and she rolled on top of him. "Well," she said, catching her breath, "I had to make it look good, didn't I?" "And you look very good indeed." "I wanted to see if the stories were true," Lady Astrid said, touching his face and running her hands over his chest. "What do you think?" "I don't know," she said, "I haven't verified the best parts yet. Help me out of my dress." Back on the road, the coachman began to wonder how long he should wait before assuming that Lady Astrid was dead. It was getting dark, and the woods certainly seemed perilous. He heard what sounded an awful lot like wildcats screeching in the bushes. "Ohhhhhhh!" said Lady Astrid. Tam Lin concurred. They lay concealed by the tall grass, Lady Astrid's cloak spread out under them. Her dress was hanging from a tree branch, and the rest of her clothes had probably landed somewhere near the shore of the stream. He repositioned himself a little and slid back inside her, her thighs closing tightly around his body and her hips rolling up to meet his. There was a wavelike motion to their two bodies moving in tandem. He let her set the pace for a little while, reacting when she bucked underneath him and then only going half as fast as he could. She was sweating and flushed and hoarse, but he still looked immaculate. He never looked anything less than immaculate unless he wanted to. They looked into each other's eyes, unblinking, and Tam Lin laid a kiss on her gasping lips every few seconds, a tiny touch of his mouth against hers, sucking in her panting breaths. She dragged her nails over his back. He responded by pushing into her harder, and she practically gushed in return, growing so wet that she overflowed. "Oh God!" she screamed. "Oh my God!" "I'm not really comfortable with titles like that," he said. "But I appreciate the—MMPH!" She grabbed his head and forced it to hers, tongue sliding into his mouth. Her body bent and she reached down to cup his backside, one cheek in each hand, as it gyrated and pumped up and down. "I'm going to, I'm going to—ohhhhhh!" Lady Astrid screamed again. Tam Lin thought she was a little verbose, but he guessed when your husband is stone deaf you don't really worry about such things. Back on the road, the coachman locked himself inside the carriage for fear that the wildcats might accost him. They sounded quite fierce. Lady Astrid was up on her hands and knees now, Tam Lin behind her, tracing the length of her back with one fingertip before following the curve down her hip and to the underside, glancing over her naked thighs and then to the place where they meet. She seemed to have lost her voice for a bit, which Tam Lin decided was probably a good thing, as she was about to get a whole lot more worked up and he wasn't sure a racket was such a good idea this time of night. He began a steady back and forth, his hips bouncing off of her backside every time he went in, and as he reached under and cupped her breasts with both hands he increased his pace, each thrust just a little bit faster than the one before, each push just a little bit harder. Her arms went weak and she lay facedown with her backside arched in the air. Her cunt overflowed, running down her thighs, "Oh God!" screamed Lady Astrid, sounding hoarse. "Yes?" said Tam Lin. "Fill me!" And he was, pumping streams into her, a hot, satisfying gush, one after another. He bit his lip and furrowed his brow as hard as he could. She kept shaking for a long time, and when he finally pulled out he fell backwards into the grass, with a sigh. He was looking up at the stars. He thought they looked better from Carterhaugh than anywhere else in the world. Not that he ever really went anywhere else than Carterhaugh anymore. But then, why would he, if there was no better place? He was reflecting on the moon when he noticed that Lady Astrid had retrieved most of her clothes (she was still missing one glove, her hat, and a layer of bloomers) and was heading back toward the road. He (still naked) caught up with her, sliding his arms around her waist and kissing her ear. "Off so soon, my turtledove?" he said. "Get off me," she said, pushing him. "Excuse me?" he said. "You've made me late," said Lady Astrid. "I sure as hell hope not, I'm not cut out to be a father. Anyway, it's hardly my fault. You're the one who kept insisting on more. I believe your exact words were 'Oh yes, Jesus Christ, Lord in Heaven, more, more, more...'" "I never said any such thing." "I may have been wrong on the precise number of'mores', but the gist is still—" She stuck her fan in his face. "I. Never. Said. Any. Such. Thing. You robbed me and I went looking for you and did not find you. Got it?" He paused. "On further reflection, that does correspond to my recollection." She left. Tam Lin watched her go. "I feel rather used," he said out loud. Then he smiled. "Life is good." When he found his pants (third branch up), Lady Astrid's ring was still in the pocket. "Life is very, very good," he said, and deposited the ring in the hollow trunk of an oak tree. With the others. *** A few hours later Tam Lin sat in the highest branches of the highest tree and watched the moon. There was something strange about it tonight. For one thing, he didn't think it should be full yet. For another, it was a shade of pale yellow that looked very unhealthy to him. And yet nothing in the forest seemed out of place, nothing unusual had occurred lately, and no omens had appeared. Maybe the moon was just having an off night. It happens to people from time to time, so why not moons? Above him, two doves nestled their heads against each other. On the branch above them, an owl perched, waiting for them to move. Tam Lin frowned. Well, that seems like an omen, he thought. Then again, to the owl it just seems like dinner. Can't go reading omens into every little thing, even if this tree is oozing sap that looks remarkably like blood. Maybe that was just a trick of the light from this bad moon? There was nothing, he was sure, that could disturb the peace and perfection of Carterhaugh, even on a night like this. Nothing except... A cold wind blew. The moon shimmered. Tam Lin almost fell out of his tree. Oh no, he thought. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Oh my—! he thought, and then stopped, as fairies have nothing sacred to swear by, so he simply settled for "Oh my!" He clamored down the branches, the wind plucking at his hair and clothes. It was a terribly cold wind, and it blew from the direction of the moon, chilling his bones. He got almost to the ground before she caught up with him, and Tam Lin, thinking fast, landed in a kneeling position rather than on his feet. "Your majesty!" he said, bowing as low as he could. "Tam Lin," said the Queen of Fairies. "I've come to see you." She was very tall, and very pale, and where she stood the ground froze. Her words were punctuated by little puffs of chilling fog from her pale white lips. The moon hung behind her head, as it always did, and its cold, pale light made Tam Lin's teeth chatter. "I'm m-m-most honored." "Are you enjoying your domain?" said the Queen. "Carterhaugh is very...bountiful, this time of year." He paused. "Well, lovely to see you again, do stop by anytime, always a pleasure." "It's almost Hallo'ween," said the Queen. Tam Lin's heart turned to ice. "How about that? Time flies. I think I'll be keeping out of the festivities this year if it's all the same." "It's been seven years," said the Queen of Fairies. She touched a stray lock of Tam Lin's hair and he gasped in pain. "And here it seems like it was only yesterday. In fact, I think it was. Are you sure your calendar isn't just a bit off, my queen?" "The court will meet here that night, Tam Lin," said the Queen. "All of us, here, in Carterhaugh." "Lovely," said Tam Lin, his voice as dark as mud. The moonshine hurt his eyes. The Queen smiled, and when she did birds screamed and dropped from the trees, dead. She rose up, and the moon rose up with her, and when Tam Lin looked up they were both secure in the sky again. But he felt her eyes on him. He hid in a cave by the stream and rubbed his hands over his arms and chest, trying to warm himself, his mind racing all the while. "A seven-year Hallo'ween," he said. "I'm doomed." *** "Tam Lin!" shouted Sir Guyon. He crashed into the brush, sword in hand. "Tam Lin!" "Normally it's only very charming ladies who scream my name that loud." Tam Lin's voice came from the bushes, but it was never the same bush twice. "Come out and fight me, coward!" said Sir Guyon. "I don't think you quite understand how cowardice works, sir knight," said Tam Lin. "Where have you taken my wife?" "A better question would be: where haven't I taken her? By the river, on the hill, in the field..." "The devil's in your mouth!" "Actually, right now it's in hers," said Tam Lin, from his hiding place in the barrow under the hill. Lady Guyon's head bobbed in his lap. "I demand satisfaction!" said Sir Guyon. "That's a coincidence: So does she." Lady Guyon giggled and Tam Lin put a finger to his lips, shushing her. He stretched out, hands behind his head, and let Lady Guyon take him fully into her mouth. The little barrow was soon full of the obscene noise of her slurping on him. She teased the head of him by running her tongue around the rim, then opened wide and swallowed the rest, tickling the underside of the shaft with her tongue. "I will give you until the count of five!" said Sir Guyon. "That's a good timetable. I can support that," said Tam Lin. "One!" Lady Guyon slid Tam Lin in and out of her pursed lips, bobbing again. She rolled her eyes and made a moaning sound that sent a hum down to his base. "Two!" Lady Guyon pushed him down her throat, suppressing the urge to gag and sucking her lips as tightly as possible around him. "Three!" Tam Lin laced his fingers through her dark hair and pushed against her mouth, gently but firmly, sliding over her pillowy lips. He pinched his brow, concentrating. This would be a lot easier without that big ox's voice distracting me, he thought. But what would be the challenge in that? "Four!" said Sir Guyon. Lady Guyon opened wide, letting him grind against her lips. He felt something jerk and trigger inside of him, and his grip tightened. "Five!" said Sir Guyon. "Ahhhhh!" said Tam Lin. "Mmmm!" said Lady Guyon. There was a moment of silence. "Well?" said Sir Guyon. "Well, it was good for me," said Tam Lin. "What about you?" Lady Guyon giggled. Sir Guyon huffed. "What was good?" he said. "Nothing, nothing," said Tam Lin. He waited until Lady Guyon had licked her lips, then kissed her and whispered "Now remember, you were magicked the whole time. You don't remember a thing." She nodded and he kissed her hand, sliding her wedding ring off as he did. Lady Guyon stumbled out of the trees, weaved over to where her husband was hacking up a thorn bush with his sword, and executed a perfect swoon right into his arms. Tam Lin spun her ring around his finger as he watched him carry her away. He sighed. His heart really wasn't in it today. He climbed up into the oak tree and stowed the ring in the hollow. The tree stirred. "Hello, Tam Lin," it said. "Hello, Old Oak." "Up to no good?" "No good is up to me, that's for certain," he said. "It's almost Hallo'ween." "I know. I feel it in my trunk." "It's a seven-year Hallo'ween. You know what that means." "Ah," said the tree. "The Tithe." "Yes, the Tithe," said Tam Lin, chin in hand. "The Queen means for it to be me. She as much as said so last night. What am I going to do?" The tree thought. "You could break the curse." Tam Lin perked up. "Of course! That would solve everything." "What would you have to do?" "All I need is for a good-hearted, virtuous, steadfast woman to fall completely in love with me." He smiled. Then he frowned. "I'm doomed." "I thought all women love you?" said the tree. "Of course they love me," said Tam Lin. "But I don't think any of them, you know, LOVE me." He pondered. "What about the Queen?" said the tree. "She's a woman. Just work your charms on her and get her to pick someone else for the Tithe." "She's not like other women," said Tam Lin. "You could freeze beer between her tits. I tried it once. Even if I got between her legs I'd be liable to freeze off my —" "Root." "You can say that again." "Root." "No, Oak, it's a figure of speech." "I'm talking about my roots. Someone is traipsing around them right now." Tam Lin peered through the branches. "Is it Sir Guyon?" "Not unless he's in the mood to pick flowers." Tam Lin slid down the trunk. There was a woman in a green cloak picking the roses that grew around the base of Old Oak. She paused before plucking a pair of buds growing from one stem. "Ah," he said, "looks like I have some flower picking of my own to do. My lucky day. Of course, they're all lucky days for me. And yet I never get tired of it. Is that strange?" The woman was moving on. Tam Lin dropped to the ground and went after her. He saw no reason for his impending death to spoil the moment. *** It was a warm day, but Janet wrapped her mantle around herself tighter. It was her best green cloak and she wanted for it to be as visible as possible. She'd crossed over into Carterhaugh half an hour ago and she was beginning to think that this was taking an inordinately long time, so she set on the flowers hoping that perhaps that would get his attention. It seemed to work. "I don't mind if you take my flowers," said a voice, "but I'm going to have to ask for something in repayment. Everything you have on you will do." Janet tossed her hair back. "The flowers aren't yours, Tam Lin," she said. A very handsome man appeared from behind a rock too small to hide him. He smiled and sat on a stump. "How did you know it was me?" "You're predictable." "Have we met?" "Never once," she said, walking by the stump. "That's how predictable you are." "Then I've never robbed you, and I'm afraid it's only polite. You did come into Carterhaugh without my permission, after all." "Carterhaugh isn't yours, it's mine," said Janet. "Why are you pointing a stick at me?" Tam Lin looked down. "You don't see a sword?" "No, and with you around I don't expect I ever will." "Interesting," said Tam Lin, tossing the stick aside. "What do you mean, Carterhaugh is yours?" "My father gave it to me as a birthday present." She sat by the stream, skipping stones. "Ah!" said Tam Lin. "So you're the duke's daughter. And even though your father gave express command that no one should come here, here you are. And you're wearing green to boot." "I like green," said Janet. "It matches my eyes. I came to the forest because it's mine. I put up with you being here because I've never had occasion to visit until now. But I think you're wearing out your welcome." Tam Lin whispered in her ear. "We both know the real reason you're here. It's because Lady Astrid has a big mouth." He leaned in further. "And she also has a very big—" "Excuse me?!" "—carriage. Enormous. But very comfortable. I've been inside it, you know." "Louse," said Janet. Tam Lin transformed into a louse and hopped onto her breast. She swatted him. "That could have killed me," said Tam Lin, turning back into a man. "What," said Janet, "my breast?" "That too. You know Janet, I think you're holding my reputation against me, but there are things about me you don't know. For example, I live under a terrible curse." "Who doesn't?" said Janet, skipping stones again. "It's true. I wasn't always a fairy. Once I was as human as you are." "Less, I would think." "And a knight of some renown." "Then why have I never heard of you?" "I said some renown, not much renown." "Well tell me, Tam Lin, why did you come here to dwell?" "Because the Queen of Fairies caught me when I fell from my horse," said Tam Lin. He skipped a stone that hit hers in midair. "Drunk?" "Not enough." Janet shrugged. "Why are you telling me this?" Tam Lin, for once, had to choose his words carefully. "What you might not know about the Queen of Fairies is that at the end of every seven years she pays a Tithe to Hell by sacrificing one of her subjects. It's going to happen soon, and I'm afraid it's going to be me." "Why you?" "It's always the most beautiful she chooses." He shook his hair out. It shimmered. "I'm cursed to haunt these woods until the queen murders me. Or until a virtuous, kind-hearted woman falls in love with me and helps me become mortal again." He threw up his hands. "But where am I going to find one of those?" Janet turned, stood right in front of him, and looked him in the eye for the first time. He smiled. She didn't. He flinched. They stood face to face for a long time without speaking. Tam Lin felt uncomfortable. It was a first. Finally Janet said, "All right." He blinked. "All right what?" "All right then, it's me. I love you." "You do?" said Tam Lin. "Oh yes," said Janet, turning and sitting by the riverbank again. "Very much. With all my heart. At first sight." She looked at her nails. "Um...wonderful?" said Tam Lin. He frowned. This is not how he'd imagined the moment. "Is that all it takes?" said Janet. Tam Lin cleared his throat. "I believe there's some additional consummation. As a formality." He began rubbing her shoulders. She nodded. "I was afraid of that." She laid her green cloak on the grass. Then she laid down on it, face-up, propping her hands behind her head and gesturing to Tam Lin. "Well, come on then: Take me." She said it in tones usually reserved for ordering someone to clean the stables. Tam Lin, breaking all known precedent, hesitated. On one hand, here was a beautiful woman who had given him an unambiguous go-ahead. On the other hand, her body language suggested less a woman and more a fallen tree. And while he had absolutely no experience in the matter, he was reasonably certain that true love was supposed to seem a bit more...well, true. Maybe she's just nervous, he told himself. Janet examined the stitching of her cloak with a critical eye while she waited. Perhaps a kiss would loosen her up? He lay beside her, running his fingers through her hair, touching her cheek, leaning in and pressing his lips to her soft, red, trembling— "Excuse me?" Janet said. Tam Lin sat up. "Hmm?" "Don't tell me you need directions?" Janet said. "Your business is down there, not up here." "It's customary to usually—" "I don't stand on custom. I don't lie under it either. It's a very long ride back to the castle, so if we could just get a move on with the particulars?" "Look, are you sure you're in love with me?" "Does that sound like something I'd be unsure of?" "Increasingly, yes." "Oh fine," said Janet, sitting up and sighing. "Tam Lin, you're the most spectacular man I've ever met. Tam Lin, you're an Adonis, I can't live without you. Tam Lin, you've stoked an unquenchable fire in my loins and I can't bear another minute without your touch. Take me, oh take me now my brave champion, etc. Convinced?" Not really, thought Tam Lin, but the hell with it. He unfastened his breeches. Janet lay back again and pulled up her riding skirts, which she'd had the forethought to wear with a minimum of undergarments. Tam Lin had to coax her legs apart. Finally he got himself well-situated and then...and then... Janet sighed again. "Problem?" "...this has never happened to me before." "You cannot be serious." "Well, all right, once, but that was with a wood nymph and she was very—" "No, I mean, you cannot seriously be having this problem now?" "Because you see it was autumn and in autumn a wood nymph gets to be—" "Tam Lin!" Janet snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Let's not worry about all the women you've failed to satisfy over the years. Concentrate on the woman you're failing to satisfy now." Now it was Tam Lin's turn to be cross. "You're not exactly helping, you know." "What else do you need me to do?" Janet looked around. "I'm here, I'm lying in the glen, I'm facing up; to hear most of the stories this is all the cooperation you should need. I don't even necessarily have to be awake for the next part, as I understand it." "Generally there's a little more to—" He stopped. He was looking at her bosom. Janet looked too; she thought she might have a bug on her or something. "Unlace your bodice," Tam Lin said. "Why?" "Because you have breasts that would give a dead man an erection. And anyway, it's—" "Customary?" Tam Lin pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh fine," Janet said, busy with the laces. Tam Lin watched as her body was revealed one inch of retreating fabric at a time. His eyes went wide. Then wider. Then wider."Satisfied?" "Not yet, but just give me a minute," Tam Lin said, busy with his codpiece. "A minute, is that all?" "Don't go developing standards now or we'll never get through this." "That's the most sensible thing you've said all day." Janet shook her shoulders, making her breasts jiggle. "Come on then." Tam Lin's hands roamed over her, taking a double handful and squeezing. Janet jumped. "Hey, those are attached!" "And what a fetching frame they're attached to," Tam Lin said. "That kind of talk will get nothing out of me," said Janet. "Just hurry up and—ooh!" She jumped again as he kissed a nipple. His tongue flickered over it. Janet shivered. "Ahem. As I was saying, that's not going to—" "Lie back please." "Yes, of course." Janet laid back. "As I was saying, don't go thinking that just because of your dozens and dozens and dozens—" "And dozens." "Yes, and dozens of other women were easy to—" "Legs open." "Of course. What was I saying?" "Dozens and dozens of women." "Right. You can't go thinking that just because—OH!" Janet gasped and all the muscles in her body went rigid...then relaxed all at once. "Oh..." she said. "Oh...my..." "Don't go taking my name in vain yet, we've just started." "Stop talking." She put her hand over his mouth. "Just...do what you do best." *** Janet sat in her father's hall and kept quiet while the wise woman worked. Her father paced the room and chewed his nails. The wise woman kept whistling, for some reason. Finally the old woman stood and nodded and said, "She is." The duke's shoulders slumped. "How can you tell? It's only been a week." "I can tell," said the wise woman. "It's what I do." "I'm afraid that settles it," said Janet, "Obviously I can't marry Sir Topaz now. I'm so sorry, father." The duke moaned. "How could this happen?" "Same way it happened when you were that age," said the wise woman. "They haven't changed the rules since then." Janet traced a pattern on the windowpane. "I swear I remember nothing. I'm sure Tam Lin must have enchanted me." "Fourth girl this year I've seen fell under that particular enchantment," said the wise woman. "Damn that rake," said the duke. "I'll burn the forest to the ground!" He went to Janet and hugged her. She did not return it. "We'll find a way to fix this." "Fix it?" said Janet. "Whatever do you mean?" The duke bit his lip. "Go to Sir Topaz. Spend the night with him. He'll never have reason to suspect that the baby isn't his. He's not very bright anyway..." Janet looked shocked. "I can't marry any man but the baby's true father! It would be...a sin." "That's right," said the wise woman. The duke scowled at her. "What do you propose?" said the duke. "You can't marry a wood spirit." Janet was quiet for a little while. "He wasn't always a spirit. Once he was a knight. And he could be again, or so he told me." The duke perked up. "Is that true? I mean, can you really believe what he says?" "I don't know. But it might be our only hope. You would approve, father, as long as he was an earthly knight? It wouldn't matter that he wasn't who you chose?" "It matters. It sure as hell matters," said the duke, stroking his beard. "But...I could live with it. What do we do?" "Just leave that to me," Janet said. And she went to get her green cloak. *** Tam Lin was disguised as a puddle on the side of the road when she arrived, but of course Janet recognized him right away. "Oh, hello," he said, sitting up and drying himself off. She kissed his cheek. It was a grey day. Tam Lin looked grey around the edges himself. "You don't seem well?" she said. "I'm not well. I'm going to die. It's Hallo'ween and I still can't leave Carterhaugh." "You can't?" said Janet, sitting down with the clover. "How very odd." "I don't understand it: Once I have the love of a good woman that should break the curse. Unless..." He grabbed Janet by the shoulders and shook her a little. "Janet, you do love me, don't you? Really?" "Of course," she said, studying the grass blades under her feet. "Truly. Deeply. With all my heart." "Janet...I'm beginning to suspect you've taken advantage of me." "Are you upset?" "No, impressed. Very impressed. But it doesn't help either of us right now. You're pregnant, aren't you?" She nodded. "And you wanted to help me so that I can get you out of an engagement, don't you?" "Are you reading my mind?" "No, just your behavior. You can't marry me if I'm dead, you know." "I can't marry you anyway. Nuntil you're a proper man." "I haven't been a proper man in my entire life," said Tam Lin. "I can't believe it's going to end like this. I have so much to live for: Songs, and wines, and women, and food, and women, and the forest, and women..." Janet took her cloak off, laid it on the grass, and stretched out on it to think. "This Tithe," she said, "there's a ceremony?" "Yes," said Tam Lin, his voice flat. "What if we stopped it? She can't sacrifice you if we don't let the sacrifice happen, right?" He laughed. "Oh, that's rich. You'll stop her, will you? She's the Queen of Fairies and you're—" He stopped. "You're...someone magic doesn't work on. I think? He held up his hand. "What do you see?" "A rock." "Not a diamond?" "No, just a rock." "She sees right through me," said Tam Lin. "Janet, I'm having a thought." "There's a first time for everything." "As I've said to so many young women these seven years," he said. "But I think I know how we can save me. By which I mean us. But only if you're feeling very brave." He looked at her. "Are you very brave, Janet?" She put both hands on her belly. "I hope so," she said. *** The fairies arrived one by one, and the bells hanging from their bridles rang through the forest, a warning to any mortal foolish enough to be out on Hallo'ween night. Tam Lin rode on the white steed, nearest to the town. As he'd once been an earthly knight, they afforded him a place of renown, though given the aim of their gathering he was not sure he enjoyed being singled out. As they neared the crossroads he broke ranks and rode side by side with the Queen. Her horse was an unholy looking thing, and everywhere it set its great hooves the ground broke. The Queen herself started straight ahead, eyes like diamonds. "Lovely evening, isn't it your majesty?" he said. "It is an evening," said the Queen. "A lovely evening," said Tam Lin, smiling. The Queen did not reply. Her retainers kept their distance. They were all curious to see what was going to happen, but none of them wanted to risk being in the zone of the splatter if the Queen decided to discipline him for his impropriety. Tam Lin stopped to mop his forehead with a silk handkerchief (one of Lady Roanoke's, judging from the embroidery). They were almost at the crossroads, and the well. He cleared his throat. "Pardon me," he said, "but if it's not impertinent to ask, I don't believe we've yet decided, or at least, it hasn't yet been announced...what I mean to say is: Who is it, this year?" The Queen of Fairies turned her head. Her retinue cowered. Even Tam Lin had to blanch. She said nothing, but pointed to the crossroads. Tam Lin swallowed. "I see," he said. Then, louder, he said, "I suppose there's nothing to be done about it now. Can't save a damned man." He waited. "I said, can't save a damned man!" The fairies stared. Tam Lin's horse pawed at the ground. Tam Lin found he was sweating even more. He licked his lips and tried one last time: "Can't save—!" Now, finally, there came a crashing and a thumping from the bushes. Janet leapt from her hiding place beside the well, streaked through the ranks of the fairies and, before any of them could react, reached the steed she'd aimed for and dragged its rider down to the ground. The horse reared away, bells on its bridle ringing, and Janet stood over the downed rider, glowering at any who dared come close. "You cannot have this man," she said. "I have a claim to him that's deeper than any of yours. If you would challenge me for him, then let's see how all of your fairy magic compare to—" "Um, Janet?" said Tam Lin. "What?" She glared. "I'm over here." She paused. She looked at the fairy on the ground. Then she looked at Tam Lin, still on his horse. She blushed. "I told you I'd be on the white |
horse," Tam Lin said, hissing. "That was a white horse!" "That horse is grey." "Well it's dark!" "Is it so dark that you've gone blind? Because that's the only way—" "Excuse me?" said the fairy on the ground. "Can I get up now?" "Oh!" said Janet, stepping away with a dainty gesture. "I'm terribly sorry, sir." "Quite all right," said the fairy, dusting himself off. "In fact, if you wanted to go on with what you were saying..." Janet skirted away. "No, that's okay, I found the one I want. I think." Trotting over to the white steed, she pulled Tam Lin out of his saddle (rather harder than was necessary, he felt), straightened up, brushed her bangs out of her face, and said, "As I was saying, this man is mine. If you any of you would challenge me for the right to him, then show me all the power of your fairy magic, or else disperse." The fairies shied away. Some because they were impressed by the fire in Janet's eyes, but others because they knew the Queen liked a lot of room to work in when she was disemboweling someone. "That man?" said the Queen of Fairies, "That man on the ground?" Janet said nothing. The question did not require an answer, and she knew that answering questions was one way to fall under a fairy's power. Tam Lin seemed to think that magic would not work on her, but he also admitted that the Queen's powers were far beyond his, and you never could be sure what magic was going to do anyway. The Queen pointed at Tam Lin and said, "That man, or that beast?" Janet heard a snarl, and when she looked she saw that Tam Lin had become a savage lion, his great claws and shining white fangs bared. For a moment feared seized her heart, but Tam Lin had warned her about such tricks. Rather than run, she threw her arms around the lion's neck, seizing him by the mane and hugging him tight. The beast grew immediately tame. The Queen made a gesture and Janet felt the body of the lion shrink away. Now in its place there was a great, writhing serpent, and it twined its coils around her, threatening to squeeze the life out of her. But Janet, still prepared by Tam Lin's coaching, seized the snake behind its and kissed it. The coils hung loose around her. The assembled fairies could not suppress a murmur of admiration, though they quieted when they saw the Queen bristle. The Queen pointed to Tam Lin again and now the snake became a red-hot brand, burning with her fury. If Janet did not let go, her flesh would be scorched to the bone. The Queen smiled; she knew she had won. Janet had only seconds to reacts, so she did the only thing there was to do: She dropped the brand. She dropped it right into the well. As the searing metal hit the water a cloud of steam whooshed up. There was a sound like the trunk of a great tree splitting, and, as all assembled watched, the Queen of Fairies staggered, as if struck, and for the first time the fairies of the court saw a flicker of pain on her face. The steam cleared away. At first nothing happened. Then, a hand appeared over the side of the well. Then two. Then, naked, wet, bedraggled, and sore, Tam Lin pulled himself out of the well and flopped onto the ground. "Well?" said Janet. "Yes, a well," said Tam Lin. "I meant, are you human again?" "I'm human and you're inhumane." He shivered and shook his wet hair. Janet draped her cloak around Tam Lin's naked shoulders. "I have baptized this man in the name of God the most holy, the one who turned his back on your kind. You will relinquish all claims to him, in body, mind, and soul, or tempt the wrath of the almighty." The fairies, who could not abide the name of God, fell to their knees in supplication and departed, vanishing in a twinkling and leaving the sound of bells in their midst. Only the Queen herself remained. Her eyes burned like Hell. She raised a hand and prepared to strike Janet down where she stood, or perhaps to exact her final revenge on Tam Lin, but at the very moment, somewhere in the town, too far away to truly be heard but still audible to those extra senses possessed by magical creatures, there came the tolling of a bell. Hallo'ween was over and All Saints Day had begun The Queen had not paid the Tithe on time. With a cry of inhuman rage the Queen departed. The world seemed to sigh in relief at her absence. Janet allowed herself to breathe again. Tam Lin, doing his best to use her cloak as a bath towel, scarcely noticed that he was saved. "The baptism was a bit much, don't you think?" he said. "It was just an excuse to give you a bath. You smell like a barn." It was a warm night all of a sudden. The stars were out. Tam Lin turned to his bride-to-be. "Janet," he said, "up until now I've been a completely worthless cad for my entire life: a drunkard, a liar, a womanizer, a thief—" "Bit of a slob, too." "As you say. But now that's all going to change." She looked at him. "Most of it will change." She cocked an eyebrow. "One or two things will change. But they'll be big things! Important things! I know you'll be impressed. As of tonight, I'm a brand new man—literally." Janet shrugged and walked to where the last few roses were still hanging, somewhat wilted, on the bush. "Is that your idea of a proposal?" she said. Tam Lin sighed. "Oh, hell." He went down on his knees, but then when he remembered the last thing he was doing on his knees in front of Janet he decided maybe it would be more dignified if he stood. He took a deep breath. "As much as I'd hoped to live my entire life without every saying these words: Lady, I love you. Will you marry me?" Janet picked a flower. "I suppose I really must." She paused. "But you will have to provide a proper ring." "As it just so happens," Tam Lin said, "I think I know where I can find several for you to choose from." Stacey had had the worst week. It was the worst for a few reasons: First of all, her best friend had gotten married. Which, of course, is great news! She was in the wedding party even. And had a blast! But now her best friend was married and had a special someone and no longer needed Stacey in the same way she used to -that person you call anytime of the day or night, like when you've eaten too much oysters and you're not sure if you have food poisoning or if you are just allergic to oysters. It had turned out to be food poisoning, thank goodness. Second, she had just been dumped by her boyfriend of 6 months, Alex. Sure, the sex had gotten pretty stale, but he was steady. He was a doctor and they generally had a pretty pleasant time. But it turned out that pleasant just didn't cut it when you had a sexy nurse who you could bang anytime you wanted. Third, today was Valentine's Day. Stacey had bought a couples massage package for her and Alex. They both loved massages and this would have been a killer gift. Now she was Single AF and stuck with two couples massage coupons. Instead of letting them go to waste, Stacey decided, what the heck! She'd use them for herself today. Stacey stepped into the day spa and presented the coupon to the woman at the front desk. "Welcome!" The woman smiled warmly and led Stacey down the hallway into a dimly lit room with a massage table in the centre and the sounds of flutes and running water on a CD player. "Please take off all of your clothes, get under the covers and Noah will be with you shortly. OH. Noah is a male's name. I've never had a male masseuse before. She thought as she undressed. Oh well, it's just a massage. It's not a really sexual thing. I'll be naked, but it's probably going to be some old guy anyway. Nothing at all to worry about or get turned on for. There was a full length mirror on the wall and she stepped over to it to examine herself, fully naked. She had a beautiful hourglass shaped body with D cup breasts and a large, round ass. Her skin was tanned and her hair was long and dark, from her Spanish background. She tilted her head as she looked in the mirror, trying to figure out why Alex had chosen to bang his nurse instead of working on their sex life with her. She had a great body, so what could have been missing? Just as she was thinking this, the door opened to reveal a young, attractive man who seemed to be around Stacey's age (30 years old). He had chestnut brown hair and strong arms, built for massaging. He towered in the small doorway at a height that had to be around 6'3 or 6'4, with a strong jawline and intense dark brown eyes. And he looked very startled to see Stacey standing there. Naked. "Oh my gosh! I am SO sorry m'am. I have never walked in on any of my clients naked before! I thought you were finished. Please, take this towel." He said this as he handed her a white towel from the side table with his face turned the other way. Stacey hastily covered herself up hoped she wouldn't die of embarrassment right there. She glanced up at her masseuse (presumably Noah), and realized that she actually recognized him. "Noah Adams?" "Yes?" He asked, seeming startled that she knew his name. "Do you remember me? Probably not, I mean it was a big high school and I wasn't very noticeable, but we both went to Sacred Heart High together! I'm Stacey Caruthers." He turned his head back toward her and squinted his eyes at her for a moment. "Stacey Caruthers? Is that really you? Well, you look quite a bit different than I remember!" Wow." She couldn't help but notice that he was fully checking her out and this towel was really not covering very much of her. She blushed and looked down. "I would hope I look a bit different than the dork I was in high school!" She laughed. "Wow! Stacey Curuthers." He said, shaking his head. "This is wild! Who would have thought we'd see each again after all these years." She noticed that his eyes had still not left her body, and more specifically her boobs and ass regions. They stood smiling at each other for a moment, before he blinked and seemed to remember why they were here. "I'm actually going to be your masseuse today. I do have another appointment directly after so we should probably get started." Stacey walked over to the massage table and carefully lowered herself onto it so that she couldn't expose herself to him again. He placed his hands on her back and she noticed just how big they felt. "So how have you been Stacey? Are you a famous artist of some sort? I seem to remember you always working on a mural in the hall or creating one of the masterpiece sets for the school show." Stacey blinked in surprise. "You remember that? I mean, of course I remember you, but I mean I was pretty quiet. I figured I just kind of blended in." His hands paused massaging for a moment. "That's hard to believe, especially looking at you now. I always thought you were pretty, you know. Kinda shy and quiet, but pretty. And, it seems, you've grown into quite the attractive woman." His hands resumed their pace at her back and she answered, "Well, you are partly right. About the job I mean," she added hastily, "not the part about me being attractive. I don't mean to say I agree that I'm attractive! Not that I'm ugly or anything... uh." She let out a nervous laugh. "I work as the artistic director at an advertising agency downtown. The whole starving artist thing was never very appealing to me, so now I get paid well while also being creative." He let out a whistle and she could hear the grin in his voice, "Well look at you! A hotshot artistic director. I'm sure a lot of men are happy having you tell them how you'd like it. " "Excuse me?!" Stacey exclaimed, surprised at his innuendo. Noah laughed. "Sorry! I didn't mean like that. I mean, that's still probably true, but I meant that you're probably a good boss. You seem sweet and sure of yourself." "Oh. Well, thanks." Stacey was glad she was facedown, so Noah couldn't see how red her face was right now. Noah massaged her shoulder blades and Stacey involuntarily moaned in pleasure. She snapped her eyes open and prayed that he didn't hear that over the sound of the tacky trickling water soundtrack. "And how about you? Is this your side job as you audition for movies until you get your big break? I remember just how dreamy you were in high school as the lead in all of the plays. Girls would audition for plays just so they'd get to star opposite you and get one a kiss, even if just for pretend." He laughed, in his now-deep laugh, "As dreamy as you can be being the lead in a high school play perhaps. I mean, it was Shakespeare so I was wearing tights and essentially a dress." "Which, as I remember, showed off your legs incredibly well." Stacey couldn't believe she just said that. Was she actually flirting with Noah Adams? As he was running his very large hands up and down her body? In any other circumstance, this would be an extremely sexual act. But this was just a massage, so Stacey wasn't turned on at all... right? Noah's hands continued to work in circles down her lower back. He pushed his hands out towards her sides and his fingers grazed her stomach and occasionally the sides of her breasts. Stacey was sure he wasn't doing this intentionally, but each time he pushed his fingers out from her back he would touch more of her breast. Naturally this caused her nipples to harden. Shit. Stacey thought. His hands are magic. During this conversation Noah had been working up and down her back and shoulders (and occasionally her side breasts), which was deliciously hot. Now Noah tugged the sheet directly above her ass down so it was completely exposed. Thank goodness I just went for a wax. Stacey thought. She was also glad that she had been making going to the gym a priority every morning. Every blasted morning she would wake up to the sound of her alarm clock waking her up to go to the gym a the crack of dawn where she would squat and lunge until she could barely walk the next day. The result of which, was that she now had a very large, perky ass for Noah's viewing. "This is a side I never saw of you in high school," Noah chuckled. Stacey grinned and subtly lifted her ass up for maximum plumpness. They fell into a comfortable silence as Noah began working his thumbs along each of her ass cheeks, slowing pulling them away from each other. Every so often his thumb would graze her asshole and her ass would twitch. Then he splayed his fingers on each of her ass cheeks and dragged his fingers along them. "Do you mind if I hop up onto the table, Stacey? I do this for clients, only when they feel comfortable, as it will gain me maximum access." "Of course!," Stacey replied a little too eagerly. "I mean, whatever can get you the best possible access." Oh goodness. Did she just say that? "Thank you." Noah hopped onto the table so that his legs were on either side of hers. His hands began to knead the outside of her thighs and work their way inwards, moving up toward her ass and her cunt. She tried to prevent her legs from rubbing together but she was getting SO turned on. She couldn't help but groan as his fingertips just barely grazed her clit. There was no way she could hold it in any longer. She continued to groan as his fingers continued to work her ass and thighs. Noah's hands were suddenly off of her and she immediately missed the warmth. But it didn't last very long because suddenly Noah was ON TOP OF HER. He had evidently taken off his shirt and was draped along her body from her ass and all along her back. She could feel his breath in her ear as he said, "This is a technique called Lier Massage, in which the masseuse becomes one with the client in order to feel all of their muscles as they're being massaged. Of course, if you become uncomfortable in the slightest, I can go back to the regular shiatsu massage." "Um, nope. I'm actually very comfortable. As I mentioned before, access me in the best way and however you'd like." Stacey breathed back in as much of a voice as she could muster. This was the hottest massage she could have ever even dreamed. "Your wish is my command." Noah breathed in her ear. His hands slid beneath her body to stroke along her stomach. His hands worked upwards until he grabbed her breasts with both hands and massaged them by kneading them and rubbing circles around her nipples, bringing a new meaning to the term, 'full body massage'. Meanwhile he nibbled on her ear and kissed down her neck desperately. "Ohhh" Stacey groaned, sure that clients in the next room over could hear her. But she didn't care. His fingers drifted downward until they were moving between her folds and stroking her clit. As he stroked her, he took one finger and started pumping in and out of her, eliciting more moans from her. He added two more fingers as her breathing got more husky and picked up pace until he had four fingers inside of her. He pumped faster and faster as she she rocked back and forth into his fingers. "Noah! You are gonna make me cum if you don't stop now." But he didn't want to stop and just continued to pump faster and faster as she built and finally climaxed with a scream. He took his fingers out of her and moved to stroke her two round globe ass cheeks. "One thing I regret not doing in high school, is not fucking your beautiful juicy ass." Noah breathed as his dick grazed her ass cheeks. "Oh Noah, that makes two of us. Now, if you could be so kind, get that fat dick and FUCK MY ASS!" To make her point clear Stacey shoved her ass upwards and speared his dick with her tight hole. He groaned with pleasure and shoved his dick into her asshole as far a sit would go and moved his body with hers in rhythm. He grabbed onto her big tits and clutched them as they worked in and out of her. They were both sweating now and their bodies slid along each other as they both built toward orgasm. As the waves hit them they both tipped their heads back and closed their eyes. Once it was over Noah fell back on top of her. All too soon, Noah was hopping off the table and Stacey whined in displeasure. That is, until Noah sat on the stool directly underneath the hole in the massage table and his dick was presented to her lips. She licked her lips and wrapped them around his shaft, barely fitting it in her mouth. She bobbed up and down as she dragged her teeth along his dick and licked around and around the head, causing him to shudder. He pushed his dick up into her throat until she was gagging, but she kept taking it until he orgasmed his load into her mouth. "Mmm," She groaned as she swallowed it and licked her lips to enjoy any of the leftovers. He walked back over to the massage table, picked up Stacy by the waist, and flipped her over to her back. "I don't think anyone could every describe what you just did as why or quiet. Darling, you have simply blossomed." He said and straddled her so his face was by her cunt and his ass was by her face. They began to pleasure each other- she by massaging and licking his ass and balls, and him by licking her cunt and stroking his tongue along her clitoris. Ever so slowly his long tongue plunged into Stacey and she exclaimed in pleasure. She swirled his tongue around and around until she orgasmed again that day, called out his name. He turned back around and hugged her around the waist. "Nice to see you again Stacey." He said as he kissed along her chest. "Likewise." Stacey said as she grabbed him by the neck to pull him in for a kiss. For those that are not aware, Literotica hosts an annual "Survivor" contest. The challenge is simple. Write as many stories as possible in as many categories as possible. What started out as a simple way to entice writers to post on this site has turned into probably the most controversial contest on the Literotica website. From what I can see the Survivor contest has been in existence since at least 2004. There have been a few technical changes including a better system to keep score, point changes to reflect a more fair system, as well as last year creating a cap system to really challenge authors. The theory behind the contest is simple. Each story or poem you post earns you one to six points. Except for the novels/novellas category, each story has to be at least 750 words, which isn't really a challenge for most. Poems can be any length and novels/novellas must be 7500 words or more. The controversy of the contest stems from the simple fact that to succeed in the contest you need to write a large quantity of stories, not high quality stories. This argument will never be put to rest and to expect some, or most, of Survivor contest stories to be of a high quality is insane at best. What's interesting to note is how a few elements of the contest have changed from year to year. In analyzing these changes I will try to determine an explanation as to why this has occurred. The first thing to discuss is the number of authors choosing to participate in the contest. There were 146 participants in 2007, the highest number recorded, and only 70 in 2010, the lowest number. Since 2008 the number of entries has decreased each year. There are a few possible reasons for this including negativity in the boards, especially if you are a woman, as well as the perception that Literotica is a great stepping stone to publishing, something that didn't exist six or seven years ago. Authors want to post high quality stories as opposed to a large quantity of stories that may not be good enough to ever publish. Another thing to note in regards to the number of participants is the number of participants with stories. Many authors will register for the contest and never post one story. The easy explanation is that they did not find that contest to be enough of a draw to start writing. Between 40% and 60% of authors who register for the contest do not post one story on their scorecard. That percentage has not varied enough over the years to be significant. The most interesting data to analyze is the actual scores. The top score has varied between 802 in 2005 and 308 in 2009. That range is quite large but it is important to note that it was in 2009 that the rules changed in regards to immunities and level caps so that might have something to do with it. Of course comparing years is difficult so instead it's important to compare within each year. In 2005 the range between first and fifth place was 563 points. In 2009 it was only 110, indicating that 2009 was a close year in terms of the top five finishers. As well, the range between fifth place, where you win money, versus fifteenth place where you win a gift card, has varied greatly as well. What's interesting to note is that in 2010 the fifteenth place competitor had only 14 points - the lowest score ever recorded to still win a prize. It seems that every year a few authors choose to go all out and post as many stories as possible. There are a few authors, such as myself in 2009, who write enough stories to place. It seems that the more competitive the top authors are, the less likely the other participants are to write stories. Another point to make is in regards to the idea that Literotica has become a starting point for many authors to publish their stories for money. When I joined in 2002 it was a nice site for some free sex stories. It has turned into a launching pad for excellent authors to go on to make a living writing erotica. The Survivor contest does not strive for high quality stories and those that choose to participate and attempt to win cannot produce a large number of high rated stories. As the 2011 contest begins it will be interesting to see the trend in terms of participants and number of stories written. The contest should continue to exist, as it is a motivator for new authors and old authors alike. |
Hi! My name is Cheri. I'm eighteen years old, a senior in high school, and about two months ago, I took a job delivering pizzas for Art's Pizzeria. I'm driving this old car handed down from my older sister, Irene, so my main purpose in the job is to save up money for a new car, so I can hand this wreck down to my neighbor, Tim, who's going to give me a token two hundred dollars for it (It's worth maybe six hundred). The Dodge is a family tradition that leaks oil on the driveway and wheezes when you accelerate. When I first took the job, I was more than a little horrified by the uniform they forced me to wear (Art is a perv!). The blouse is blue satin with a big pizza on the back with 'Art's' written across it, and the shorts are blue spandex and so short, they're not much longer than panties, in fact, unless I wore a thong, my underwear would peek out the bottom of the shorts. And with a thong, the top stretches over my butt in the top. We also had to wear pantyhose and high heels, both of which I hate, having been a tomboy all my life. So, I finally started using the skimpiest bikini panties I could find. Oh, I guess I should explain about my body and my boyfriend and my little neighbor so all this will make sense. First, my body: I'm tall, really tall for a girl, I'm five ten barefoot, and so I'm about six feet wearing those stupid high heels. My hair is blond, that Nordic blond that is almost white – even my pubic hair, what little there is of it. My snatch isn't quite the same color – a slightly more golden color – and somewhat sparse. I'm not at all hairy. In fact, except for my head and crotch, I'm practically hairless. Oh, I do have some really fine blond hair on my arms and legs, but it's so tiny and thin that it's nearly invisible. I shave my legs and underarms anyway, but more because I'm a sensualist than anything else. My breasts are really unspectacular – nice enough for little tits, at least my nipples are large and a very pale tan color. Tim, who's my age, loves to suck them while he beats off... but more about Tim later. My face is oval with a nice smile and eyelashes so blond that I have to color them with makeup to make them visible. My best feature is my legs and ass, or so I'm frequently told. My legs are long, shapely and very heavily muscled from roller-skating, and my ass is round and hard. I have a great tan except for the bikini marks that I plan to lose when I leave home and can sun myself naked on my patio, roof or whatever. As I said, I'm very sensualistic, but oddly didn't really discover sex until a couple of years ago, and proper fucking only very recently – it was always something I'd shied away from. I mean, who wants to get pregnant or catch a venereal disease! But I've always loved hot baths, massages, and just being touched in general. I let my boyfriend, Bob, fuck me about six months ago, my first normal sex, and he does it at least once a week – basically whenever we have time. I've learned to like it a lot, but I actually get as much or more fun from sucking him off, I don't know why, unless it's just because it lasts longer. I've never had an orgasm except when I'm touching myself, but that brings up Tim. Ah yes, Tim. How to explain about Tim... Tim, my little neighbor is a computer geek who wouldn't have a prayer for a sex life it hadn't been for me. He has never fucked my pussy because he's so freaked out by the idea of making any girl pregnant or he's gay and doesn't know it yet - I really have no idea. I also think he feels insecure, like if I got pregnant, I might somehow make him marry me and then force him to work in a grocery store or something. Well, let me explain how it started. Two years ago, I looked out my window, which is right across from Tim's bedroom, and saw Tim sitting on the edge of his bed and beating off. Mind you, I didn't have any sexual attraction for the squirt, in fact, that's the whole reason I have sex with him – he's absolutely no threat, and I wanted to experiment with sex. Anyway, I was still a virgin at the time and curious about sex in an intellectual way, and Tim and his father had only been living next door for a couple of weeks. So, I popped out my window and climbed in his before he knew what was happening. He was a little freaked out and still clutching his pecker like a lifeline, so I told him not to be freaked out, but asked if I could watch. He told me I could watch if I took my shirt off, so that's how it started – he would suck my tits and beat off and splash my legs with his come. He wanted to fuck me too, and we would talk about it, I mean, basically, I was willing because I wanted to see what it felt like, but he was scared I'd get pregnant (I had no birth control, and we'd heard rubbers weren't reliable.) The way we finally settled it was I would raise my knees really high while lying on his bed, and he would fuck my bottom while sucking my tits. It hurt at first, until I learned to 'let go' and let it in, but even when it hurt, I liked it – having his dick up my ass gave me a really warm feeling down there that would spread up me like lava or something, and I would touch myself and come really easy. Also, it made me feel dirty and cheap, and that seems sexy to me. Nowadays, it doesn't hurt me at all, and I let him fuck my ass from every position imaginable. So, anyway, you get the idea – I'm sort of a sex maniac sensualist with little or no interest in having sex with anyone else. Perhaps I'm a narcissist? Like I said, Tim doesn't count, and Bob, well, I like the sex okay, but I only do it so he won't break up with me. It is important social status in high school to have a boyfriend. Anyway, back to my stupid uniform. I hadn't worn it a week when I came down with a yeast infection. I went to the doctor and he told me that I wasn't getting enough oxygen down there – which, between the spandex, pantyhose and nylon panties is no surprise. So, I stopped wearing panties and cut out the crotch of my pantyhose. Well, this made my lower lips really obviously visible through the spandex, but my tips started going up. I felt like a trashy slut, but I stopped wearing my bra as well for the way my nipples were so clearly delineated by my satin blouse – my tips got even better. People started ordering more pizza. Soon I was making a hundred bucks a day, and well on my way to that new car. That's how things were when I delivered a pizza to Selma Shepard. Selma was a friend of my mom's from her job. Selma was in her late twenties, medium height and what they called voluptuous before it meant fat. She wasn't fat, just real curved everywhere – big tits, wide hips, thick calves, a slim waist and long thighs and narrow ankles. She was really good looking, you know, only she sort of hid it by dressing severely, wearing business suits, and she had her blond hair cut short. She was not a natural blond, but she was certainly beautiful, in a severe, perfect sort of way. So, there I am at her door, and she opens it, smoking a cigarette, and she looks me up and down with some surprise and invites me in. I follow her into her living room where she's fumbling with her purse to pay me, which she did, and then looking at me intensely with her big brown eyes, she says, "I always thought you were more conservative than to dress like that. You look like a whore." She said this calmly, with no malice, even a friendly tone, so I wasn't greatly offended, although I did blush. "Yeah, I know, but I get really good tips, and I'm hoping to get enough to buy a decent car." She sat down on the sofa and patted the cushion beside her. I sat. I was a little nervous because my mother didn't have a clue what I dressed like at work – she'd have died! So I said, "Could we keep this our little secret? I'd really appreciate it." She gave a quick little smile – she doesn't smile much or for long when she does, "Sure, Cheri, but maybe you could do something for me?" She took another puff on the cigarette and squinted at me through the smoke, "You need money, right?" I nodded, thinking, how could she smoke a cigarette and still keep that lipstick perfect? She stubbed out the cigarette and looked at me very seriously, "Well, I have a little secret, too. In this town, it would be bad if people knew, you know what I mean?" I shook my head; I had no idea what she meant. She leaned toward me, "I mean, your trashy outfit really turns me on, Cheri. What do you say to coming by to see me when you get off work? I'll give you a hundred dollars. I make pretty good money. I can afford to have you over two or three nights a week, and you'll be able to buy that car all that much sooner." Now I'm pretty cool, pretty hard to surprise, but now I was shocked. "Y-you mean?" I stammered, still unable to really cope with the idea. "But, Ms. Shepard, I've never even considered..." "Prostitution? Sex with a woman?" at least she was cool about it, "You might even like it. The important thing for you to think about is the hundred dollars. You don't have to answer now, just come by and tell me your answer after you get off work. What time do you get off?" I swallowed, "Eight o'clock, but honestly I haven't much sexual experience at all..." I was trying to find a way to tell her no, but I was also having trouble not looking at her body for some reason, I mean, things were different now, and I was seeing her in a completely different way, and my damned curiosity was acting up. That's when she leaned closer and kissed me right on the mouth, and not a "pals" kind of kiss either, a real kiss with her tongue licking at mine. I could smell her perfume and taste the cigarette on her breath. At first, I didn't pull away because I was too surprised, couldn't believe it was happening. I even kissed her back, mainly just out of an automatic response to an intimate kiss. I mean, I did them all the time with Bob. Then came the point a couple of heartbeats later, when I realized I wasn't pulling away, which made me really curious, so I kind of went passive and let her keep kissing me, and even though it horrified me on one level, I realized I was really liking this kiss. I mean, it felt so different from Bob. She was gentler, more sensual, smooth, exotic tasting, wet and that's when it hit me. Another person was sexually arousing me! You see, before, my own body – really almost indifferent to Bob or Tim – sexually aroused me. When I had sex with them, I was just enjoying the sensual things that were happening to my body. This was different. This woman was turning me on! I felt her hand touch my breast, and I flinched. It felt so good, so powerful, that it acted like an electric shock. Selma misunderstood my flinch. Selma broke the kiss immediately and pulled away, "I'm sorry about that, you're just so hot!" She was practically panting. She swiped at her short blond hair, trying to compose herself, "Honestly, just decide and let me know. It would really be worth a hundred bucks to me, and that's for each time. And either way, our secrets are safe with each other?" "Yeah, of course, Ms. Shepard," I said as I stood and headed for the door. "Cheri," she said softly, and I turned and she gave me that quick little smile again, "After that kiss, you can call me Selma." I didn't mean to be rude, but I just left, I mean, I was like pretty freaked out and confused, you know? And my heart was pounding and my legs felt weak. God! I had a damp spot on my spandex shorts. I still don't remember my next hour and a half of work. Just suddenly there I was, a little after eight, parked back in front of Selma's house and still trying to decide what I was going to do. Honestly, I'd never really thought about women that way, in fact, like I said, I'd never really even thought of other people that way. Which made me feel kind of sad, you know, like Bob and Tim were just like a couple of different names for my dildos. But then I realized, I really didn't have much choice, I was too much of a curious cat not to check this out. Besides, that was the best kiss I'd ever had, and the most sexually aroused I've ever been. So I started walking up the sidewalk, wondering how I felt about her body, and once more comparing her to Tim and Bob. I mean sure, I liked their bodies; they were both good-looking guys. I loved the feel of Tim's smaller penis sliding in and out of my ass, and I loved slurping on Bob's bigger dick, I even like the taste of his salty-mushroom come sliding around in my mouth. I always swallowed it. How would I feel about going down on a woman? Would I have to do that? I raised my hand to knock. Right now, I felt very curious about Selma's pussy. The first time I'd ever wondered about what a woman had between her legs. I was definitely kind of attracted to her big breasts, which felt weird because I'd never really thought much about breasts, except for how good mine felt when Tim sucked on them so worshipfully. But as nice as that felt, it was nothing like the erotic shock I'd gotten when Selma's palm brushed my nipple. And I have to admit, that deep down I was excited about this new adventure – not to mention the hundred bucks it would bring me. Selma answered the door, no longer in the severe business suit, but wearing a man's white dress shirt, her legs and feet bare. I wondered if she was wearing panties. She had a nice tan on her legs and I thought her thick calf muscles were very, very sexy. She looked at me intensely and then wordlessly turned and walked away. I followed her in and shut the door, feeling nervous and gawky, looking again at her thick, tanned calf muscles and the rhythmic bunching of her butt muscles under the shirt tail as she walked. I felt my mouth getting dry and realized I was starting to get aroused again. Suddenly I suspected that I wasn't going to have too much of a problem going down on this woman if she insisted that I do that. And that made me feel much less worried, which is silly, really. I mean, Bob had never gone down on me seriously, so it's not like I knew what to do. I mean Bob would kiss me between the legs a few times before fucking and it felt really nice when he did, but I was pretty sure there was more to it than that. "You want a drink?" she asked over her shoulder as she walked over to her bar. This was a really classy house. "Yes, I mean, I don't know," I said feeling stupid, "I mean, yes, I guess. I just never had one before." She gave me a friendly look and said, "Okay, two seven and sevens coming up." I had no idea what that meant, but I sat on the couch while she made the drinks and when she handed me a glass, I slurped on mine gratefully. It wasn't bad, and within a minute, I was feeling less like I was having a panic attack. She sat quietly beside me for a minute or two, then spoke softly, still not looking at me, "Look, I know you're a little scared, and if you don't like it, we don't have to do it again, but like I said before, it's worth a hundred bucks to you for just trying it out, and I promise it won't hurt." I giggled, partly out of nervousness, and partly because I was starting to feel the alcohol, "I just hope you realize, I don't even know what to do, I mean... you know? I've only been fucked a few times by my boyfriend, and I suspect he isn't even very good at it. As for a woman, I never even considered it. I wouldn't have a clue..." I was having a lot of trouble stopping the babbling that was pouring out of my face. She looked at me then, a little surprise showing on her face for once, "Don't worry about that, sugar," she sat down her drink and turned fully toward me, and I looked down, trying to see if she was wearing panties. The shirt was too long, but her long tanned thighs were nice. I could see tiny dark hairs sparsely spread over them above her shaving line. I felt myself blush as I realized I was staring at the woman's legs, and I looked up. She gave no sign of noticing the objects of my gaze and was still gazing at me earnestly. "You don't have to know anything, or for that matter, do anything that you don't want to," She licked her lips and ran her eyes down my chest to my lap, down my legs and back up to my eyes. I have to confess the lust in her burning look was really thrilling me, making me feel, well... really sexy, beautiful and lusted after, you know? "No, honey, the hundred bucks is for the pleasure of enjoying your pretty body, and believe me, I'm going to enjoy it a lot!" I gulped the last of my drink – definitely feeling a little wild and careless now, instead of just scared. I also had this sense of wonder as I realized that I was really looking forward to whatever she was going to do next. She took my glass and set it on the coffee table, and I was surprised to hear myself say, "I'm sorry I was staring at your legs, I was mainly just wondering if you were wearing panties or not." She turned toward me and leaned close, "Why? Do you want to see my pussy?" She said it softly, getting so close she was breathing in my mouth. I was getting that heady feeling of arousal again, and didn't know how to answer, because I didn't want to just blurt out 'Yes,' so I just closed my eyes, my mouth open just a little – a clear invitation to kiss me, and she did, very softly, very briefly. I barely had time to feel her tongue flick across my lips before she pulled back a fraction of an inch and spoke again, still so close her lips were brushing against mine as she murmured, "I'm going to suck your sweet little titties, Cheri," and she kissed me ever so softly again, and I felt her fingers unbuttoning my blouse. This time the kiss went on really sweet until I felt cool air against my nipples and realized she was slipping off my blouse. Then she leaned back a little to look at my breasts – a bit on the small side, as I've said, but round, pretty and perky. My nipples were already hard, but I swear they got harder when she leaned over and started sucking on them, one then the other, back and forth. It was like I had a hot wire running from my nipples down to my clit and butt, I mean, her sucking on my tits felt good there on my breasts, but it felt really warm in other places down below. And then, like it was a natural development or something, I shifted my weight and raised my hips a little, and at the same time she was tugging my shorts and pantyhose down my legs and over my feet. She let out this little moan looking at my sparse-haired blond pussy, and with no other preamble, practically dove into my groin. Penetrating me with her tongue, lapping my juices and slavering them all over groin, nibbling around inside my pussy, and finally settling into a rapid-flick routine on my little clit. I can't begin to describe how this felt, this woman's face worshiping between my legs, it was like I'd never had a clue what sex was about before now. I started to orgasm much sooner than usual, and it just went on and on. She left no part of me unexplored, I mean, several times I felt her tongue penetrate my ass for several pumps at a time. I whooped and even hollered a few times, and I even grabbed her by the hair and fucked my pussy over her face a few times before I kind of lost it for a while, kind of like I fainted, only was partly there. It was fantastic! Finally, I was aware she was kissing me again, and I think part of what brought me to my senses was realizing the new smell on her face was my pussy juice mixed with her perfume. It was a beautiful smell – a powerfully erotic smell. "So," she said, still cool, and at the same time, in her sudden way, and in between kisses at that, she says, "Should I just take care of myself now, or do you still want to see my pussy?" I suddenly became conscious of her weight on top of me, her large breasts pressing against mine through her shirt. I still didn't really know how to answer that, so you can imagine my surprise to hear myself saying, "Sure, I guess so." Whereupon, she just leaned back on the couch, lying down away from me with her head propped by the arm at the other end of the couch. She pulled her shirt up, baring her hips as she stretched out and spread her legs, just like that. It seems that Selma had this ability to shock me, but not that it was unpleasant, oh no, I was fascinated by the view, especially of her dark-haired pussy. She had a sultry look on her face and her lips were slightly parted. Her lipstick was still perfect, and I found that baffling. She wasn't wearing panties, and she was slowly unbuttoning her shirt. As she spread her shirt, she revealed her breasts – very large, of course, I knew they would be. But her breasts were really pretty, too, and obviously still very firm with very little sagging. I crawled forward and lay myself down between her legs, my pussy pressed against hers, and my breasts nestled on her big ones, and I kissed her, just once, but a long, passionate tongue lasher of a kiss while I enjoyed the feel of laying on her body and kind of grinding my pussy against hers. It felt wonderful! Then I had planned to kiss her breasts and move down her body, but I was just dying for a better look at her pussy, so with one brief suck on each large nipple, I kind of pulled back and sat up, just looking down at her spread legs. Idly, I stroked her curvy legs with my palms while I took my time looking at her pussy. She had a shade of pubic hair between medium brown and dark brown, and the slit was reddish-pink. Her clit was larger than mine, but not huge, and she was spread enough that I could see she was wet. I was leaning over her lap before I'd known I had moved and lowered my face to within inches of her groin. It was like I was hesitating to see if I felt grossed out or something, but I wasn't at all. In fact, I thought her pussy was one of the prettiest things I'd ever seen. I smelled it, and it seemed like an intensely personal smell to me, and I felt privileged to experience it. Her smell wasn't as strong as my own, but then, I had just finished a whole shift in spandex shorts, you know. I tasted her with a kiss, just a little french at first, and she moved with a little grunt, and I felt her thick calf from her left leg rubbing on my back. Suddenly, I felt, I don't know – home. I kissed her pussy from the top of the crack down to her asshole, and even gave that brown little pucker a lick. It seemed like an intensely private place to me, so I licked it experimentally a few more times. I moved around, kissing the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and licked the seams where thighs became groin. Then, simply because there was just something so intimate about it, I spread her lower flesh with my fingers and took a good look at her asshole, a pretty little medium brown pucker. She obliged me by raising her knees and giving me even better access. I licked it again, and then I licked it some more, finally easing my tongue inside her tight bottom. I don't know why, but for some reason, it seemed really sexy to me to french her bottom. She liked it, too – she moaned and said, "God Yes!" Encouraged, I fucked her bottom with my tongue as hard as I could for quite a few strokes. Then I started frenching her pussy in earnest, really exploring her insides with my tongue, trying at one point to see how much of my face I could shove into her vagina. After a while, remembering what she did to me, I kind of settled on concentrating little licks on her clit. Her hips heaved and moved around me, her thighs clutching at my head. I felt as empowered or even more so than when I sucked on Bob's dick. I enjoyed doing this, oh yes; I loved licking Selma's pussy. I was in charge and controlling her pleasure. She started to come, her hips heaving hard against me, and I loved every second, knowing I was the engineer of this pleasure cruise. Right at the most intense part, I slipped a finger up her wet vagina, then slipped that wet finger up her bottom, and was rewarded with a little cry. Looking back, I expect I was clumsy but adequate, but Selma was really sweet, kissing my face, thanking me, assuring me that she'd had really great fun. And then, still feeling in a whirlwind blur, I found myself dressed and at the door, a hundred dollar bill clutched in my hand, and the smell of pussy on my face. Driving home, I felt an odd mixture of things, like my knees were still a little weak, my pussy was happy but still throbbing, and I didn't know who or what I was, but I felt, oh... kind of happy, like my warm little pussy. There was one thing I knew right then, and I knew it with the true conviction of spiritual knowledge, and that is; I love my pussy. But you know my curiosity, I had to wonder: Maybe I just love pussies? I mean, I'd loved my own every since I discovered what it could do for me with an orgasm. But I'd never really thought about other girls' pussies before, and there was no way I could have denied that I'd really enjoyed kissing between Selma's lovely legs. I came home so absorbed, that I'd forgotten that I was still in my work costume, but fortunately mom had gone to bed early with a headache. Also affecting me was the fact that no one had really ever eaten my pussy before, I mean sure, Bob had kissed it a few times, but he'd never made me come doing it. And that's all the difference in the world! I heard a knock at my window – it was Tim, wanting the usual. I started to tell him I wasn't in the mood when I suddenly changed my mind and let him in. I told him the price of admission had gone up. I would still let him fuck my bottom, but he had to french my pussy until I came first. He was surprisingly enthusiastic and was kissing my pussy before I could finish getting my pants all the way off. He was clumsy at first, but with a little coaching he was going at it like a pro – well, almost as good as Selma anyway. For the second time in my life, someone besides my hand made me come. It wasn't as dramatic as Selma, but it was very nice. Still I wondered if I just liked it better from girls. Then I rolled over and presented my ass to him. He smeared his dick with Vaseline, and I felt him enter me. He finished in about twenty strokes, but it had felt nice too. I took a long hot shower and called my friend, Belinda. She was all excited about the weekend after next: her parents were going out of town and she would have the house to herself. She'd already hidden a bottle of rum in preparation, and I was invited. She had thought it was going to me my first time drinking, and now it wouldn't be. I doubted if I should tell her. But I thought the weekend plan was pretty exciting, too. I mean, her folks are very rich! It's a big gorgeous house with a high fence all around and a swimming pool in the back. Every time her folks left town, Belinda and I'd do nude sunbathing out by the pool. Poor Belinda didn't have the skin for it. She's a redhead with pale skin, but she loves the sun, so the poor dear's all freckles. I think they're pretty, but she hates her freckles. We chatted a while, and I went to bed wondering if I would see Belinda's body the same way as I had before. I've always thought she was great looking, and had always enjoyed looking at her curvy, muscular body, and I'd even thought her bright, red-gold snatch was pretty, but then it was all innocent admiration, and now? I had to be honest. Now, the thought of seeing Belinda naked was distinctly a turn on. I tossed and turned a few times trying to get those long freckled legs and her lovely pink nipples out of my mind. Finally, I gave up, crawled out my window, and climbed into Tim's room. This was going to be a red-letter day for Tim. That weekend, I had sex with Bob about six times, and at least once a night with Tim. I'd turned from a healthy, admittedly good-looking, narcissistic tomboy, into a sex maniac. I had taken to sucking off Tim now and then (I just like doing that), and had even let Bob fuck my butt for the first time (It hurt a little, and felt good a lot), and once even made Tim fuck my pussy with a rubber even though it scared him a little, and I applied my new rule for Tim to Bob as well, no fucking unless you eat me first. Bob complied cheerfully enough, although, like Tim, I had to kind of train him at it, and now I'm having orgasms regularly from other people, but it still isn't as intense as it was with Selma. Maybe that was a fluke because it was a first, or maybe I was as queer as a three-dollar bill. I certainly didn't know the answer, but my horniness was real, and I knew that I was so horny because I was so anxious to have sex with Selma again. I called her on the phone and she invited me over after work on Tuesday night. I asked her if maybe I should take a shower at her place before we socialized, since I might smell of pizza (hidden meaning and content because you never know who's listening on the old home phone), and she said no, she liked the way I smelled, it made her hungry. An innocent sounding conversation, but it sent me flying straight through Tim's window! Poor Tim, the lucky bastard! Meanwhile, no matter what or whom I'm doing, I wonder if I'm gay, I hope I'm bi, and I feel really weird about being so absorbed with sex. Some small part of me is laughing at me. At school, the locker room and shower was a different trip. I found myself trying to get an eyeful of everyone without seeming to stare, and trying hard not to blush, although right after gym class and all that exercising, I doubt if anyone would have noticed me blushing. And I found myself watching other girls to see if any of them were checking the others out. It was difficult to tell, but I think several of them were. One was a pretty, blue-eyed, slim, brown-haired girl named Ann Winters who had shaved her pussy completely bald. I felt a little attracted to Ann because she had big, well-developed calves. Most of my lower leg size comes from roller skating and exercise, but Ann was slim, feminine, narrow at ankle and knee and waist, and just had big calves – what can I say? – To me, that's very sexy. Her breasts were medium sized and nice-looking, which I thought was sexier than some of the really busty girls, especially if they had tiny nipples. Maybe I'll check it in depth someday and change my mind, but to me, big breasts with tiny nipples aren't too sexy. Some of the other girls teased her pretty cruelly about her shaved cunt, God knows why, I thought her new look was cute, but she seemed to ignore them. After class, I walked with her down the hall and told her, "Don't let those other girls bother you, a week ago, they were teasing you about the way you wear your hair halfway down your back. I mean, who cares anyway? Besides, I think you are a very cute girl, and it pisses me off to see people be mean for no reason!" She gave me a pretty smile, with dimples (I love her dimples almost as much as her big calves, probably since I have dimples and big calves – hey, I've admitted over and over that I'm narcissistic). Anyway, she said, "Thanks, I've always thought you were pretty, too. Would you like to get together and spin some CDs tonight? I have a new boom box and my room is in a garage apartment just two blocks from where you live. We can make as much noise as we want!" I'd had no idea she lived near me, but this was Tuesday! "Sorry, I have something to do tonight," I said and her face kind of fell a little, "But tomorrow night after I get off work would be great. I think I can even sneak a bottle of wine out of my mom's pantry." She grinned at that and nodded, then I thought, "But I do like to take a shower after work, so I might not make it until nine. Is that too late?" "No," she said and touched my forearm, "But you're welcome to use my shower if you like," She drew her hand back and swallowed, "I mean, it might just save you some time, that's all." Now, I'm new to this girl-girl stuff, but it seemed like she might (I hope, I hope!) want to have sex with me. I didn't want to scare her away, so I just said, "Sure, I'll bring my change of clothes and a bottle of wine." A few hours later, I was taking a deep breath, my stomach all fluttery, and knocking on Selma's door. This time she dressed in her regular business suit- severe look with her hair neatly brushed, hose on her legs, and high heels. But her smile was warm enough as she invited me in and handed me a beer. We sat down on the sofa making small talk while I sipped at the beer. She opened one, too, and told me to drink up. "Selma," I smiled, "You don't have to get me drunk, you know. I've decided I like the sex." She laughed, "I'm not trying to get you drunk, Cheri, I want to get you to pee." Well! This was kinky – not that I minded. I was horny enough to fuck a goat. I sat my beer down on the coffee table. "Well, I have to admit, I was more than ready to piss before the beer. Would you like to watch me pee?" I tried to make it sound inviting, thinking that I should accommodate her every whim. After all, she was paying me a hundred bucks. She took another long pull at her beer and said, "Please finish the beer, I want to see you pee a lot." I shrugged, smiling, and drank the rest of the beer, wondering what she had in mind. She finished hers and moved close to me and kissed my ear softly, nibbling on the lobe a bit. I turned toward her and kissed her mouth, putting my arms around her neck while she ran her hands over my breasts and legs. After a few minutes of this, she cupped my pussy and gave me a little squeeze, "So, my pretty Cheri, are you ready to pee yet?" "Bursting," I gasped, I mean, as horny as I was, I really, really needed to pee. "Good! Follow me," and she took me by the hand and led me through the house to the backyard, where I saw she had a hot tub, and a high fence like Belinda's parents. By the steaming hot tub lay a towel on the grass. Right away, she started stripping, just tossing her clothes on a lawn chair, and she told me to do the same. We were quickly naked, and she led me over to the towel where we sat down facing each other. I wondered if she had forgotten about peeing because my bladder sure hadn't. "Okay dear, just raise your legs like so," and she sat spread legged with her knees cocked so her ankles were touching her butt while I put my legs over hers and around her back while she wrapped her legs around me. Now we were sitting very close, our tits touching, our arms around each other and our pussies pressed tightly together. As she hugged her legs tightly around me, thus pulling our pussies even tighter together, she kissed me briefly, then said, "And now we kiss and pee." 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over my pussy set mine off at nearly the same instant. The sensation of kissing and peeing with our pussies pressed together was pretty indescribable except to say it was hot, vibratory and intensely pleasurable. I mean, hugging our naked bodies together felt good, the kiss was delicious, and the pressurized hot pee felt great, and put all this together with a powerful sense of relief – I mean we both really needed to pee! Of course, pee spattered everywhere like a warm fountain, but we didn't care – it felt really great and free! I could never have imagined enjoying this if it had been described to me, but I liked it very much. It was hot, wet and very sensual. At last, well after the last of our pee was spent, the pee was beginning to chill our wet skins in the cool night air. The kiss broke, and Selma grinned, "Well, what did you think of that, Cheri?" I laughed, "It was different, and it was great! I'd never even heard of such a thing! Of course, now we're pretty smelly..." Selma stood, her glistening, pee-wet dark-haired pussy less than a foot from my face, "That's what the hot tub is for. Care for a quick rinse?" Yeah, she smelled like pee, but I couldn't resist, I leaned forward and licked up her slit, enjoying the sharp, bitter, salty flavor of her pee. She giggled, "No, silly, I meant a rinse in the hot tub! – Okay, okay, I was just kidding. I think it's sweet you're willing to taste my pee." I laughed too and stood up, whereupon she dropped back to her knees and began licking my pussy. After licking up and down my crack several times, she stood back up and grinned, "You have the most beautiful blond pubic hair, besides, I couldn't let you get ahead of me on an experience like pee tasting!" Then she led me to the hot tub where we bathed each other thoroughly with many laughs and kisses. That was fun! Later, we went back to the living room, carrying our clothes, which we dropped again. And then we lay down together on the thick fluffy rug in front of the fireplace. That rug must have been four inches thick – it was practically a mattress! Someday, I was going to have a place this nice! There, on that thick, wonderful rug, I was introduced to the joys of the sixty-nine. I think I like being on bottom best; I just loved the feel of Selma's great breasts pressed against my belly and her spread pussy hovering delectably right over my face. I mean, it's such a delightful, intimate embrace! We both came at least three times each, and once, for what must have been nearly five minutes, we tongue- fucked each other's bottoms, both of us at the same time. Overwhelmed by the joy of the sex we had shared, I said something about not wanting the money. She said something profound-sounding about our relationship being more pure for the clear definition of our financial boundaries. I didn't understand until she added that she was able to feel more confident knowing that there was something in it for me, even though I could have anyone I wanted, and that the way things were arranged, there were no misunderstandings. I wasn't sure I understood what she meant, but something about it rang true. Then she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to her pussy again. I happily traced all over inside her thick-lipped cunt and sucked on her clit until she came again, wetter than ever with pussy juice running down my chin. Then she spread my knees, praised my sparse blond snatch and gave me another loving licking. And this time while I was coming she slipped the tip of a wet finger into my asshole, making me come harder than ever. Like the last visit, overall, it was a whirlwind experience of erotic delight so intense that I went home with shaky knees. And this time, when I got home, I was so exhausted from all that sex that I just dropped into bed and slept like a baby, my hundred-dollar bill still wadded up in my hand. The next day at school was pretty surreal during many moments. I found myself watching Ann Winters a lot during P.E.; she has really smooth soft-looking skin with no tan at all, and I was conscious that she was watching me, yet our eyes never seemed to meet at the same time. Once, I made a point of bending over in front of her in the locker room giving her a really good look at my rear. And then, when I was showering next to Belinda, trying hard not to stare at her really lovely, red-gold snatch, and those long, freckled legs, and her pink nipples, and she asks me why I've been so preoccupied the last couple of days? Well I can't tell Belinda that I can't think right now because I'm trying not to imagine what it would be like to kiss her all over. I mean, what could I say? So, I told her I've had a lot on my mind lately and promised to explain over the weekend when I came over. Then I wondered what the hell I would tell her, I mean, Belinda's my very best friend, and we had never had secrets from each other in the past, and now, in the space of two weeks, I knew that she didn't have a clue who I was. I mean, I didn't have a clue who I was either. What will I tell Belinda this weekend? Was I a lesbian now? Would my best friend feel differently about me? Would I lose my best friend? Can she be my best friend and not know who I really am? Was I really a lesbian? Despite my recent activities, I wasn't about to give up Bob, not so much because I loved him. Like, I have affections, but love? I was at least mature enough to know that I didn't really understand love, and I certainly had no desire to drop out of life and start a family when I was only eighteen. As for Bob, I liked him, enjoyed being with him, and I enjoyed sex with him, but women were becoming much more exciting for me, and the orgasms were much more intense with women. Would the excitement last, or was it because this was just a new discovery, something different? That's back to the lesbian question, and honestly, I haven't a clue. What mystified me the most was that I really didn't give a damn about who I would turn out to be. I wasn't even bothered by the fact that I was now a whore. After all, I was getting paid for having sex with Selma. Hey, sex with Selma was great, and the money didn't hurt either. But I knew that being with Bob was a real thing. Like when I needed to show up at a party with a date, I had a date, and I wasn't alone and looking like a loser. If this is shallow, then I'm shallow. This definition thing was important for some reason, and the reason had to do with stability. I had in mind that I would be a heterosexual with bi-tendencies. In contrast to that, I could no longer look at a woman now without wondering what she had hidden beneath her panties. Bewilderingly, I still looked at men and wondered what they had in their pants. And strangest of all, I didn't really care about what was happening to me, I mean, I was just enjoying the ride! Am I weird or what? So, here I am, knocking on the garage door apartment of Ann's place, still in my amazing pizza sex-suit, bottle of wine in my other hand, horny as hell, and as confused as a duck in a family of swans. Ann opened the door and grinned at my pizza suit, her once-over lingering on my spandex-covered lower lips, but then, everyone's gaze seems to linger there, probably because people can't believe what they're seeing. With a chuckle she ushered me in and told me I looked really hot. "Yeah," I quipped, "And I smell like pizza, doesn't it just make ya wanta gobble me up?" She blushed and grinned uncertainly at that, making me wonder if she wasn't straight as an arrow. She showed me around the place, it was nice and pretty roomy, too. With careful forethought, I laid my change of clothes on the sofa and sat the wine on the coffee table while praising her cool posters. Then she showed me her bedroom, which had a huge bed, and finally the bathroom, which was the only thing small about the apartment. She'd hung a clean towel on the rack by the shower for me. She told me to help myself, and turned to go. I was already unbuttoning my shirt, and I wanted to say something to keep her with me, so I spread my shirt and said, "Do you think I should consider breast enlargement?" She didn't even turn around, she just said, "Hell, no! They're perfect!" over her shoulder and went on back to the living room. I took a quick, hot shower, dried myself off and combed my hair. I had been careful not to wash off my makeup – I don't use much, just a little bit of color to make my lashes and eyebrows visible. Now I was ready to do my casual nude walk in to the living room since I'd thoughtlessly left my clothes in there. Then, I was foiled. There was a tapping at the bathroom door, and I heard Ann's voice, "I brought your clothes, Cheri, I'll leave them here on the dresser." Then I heard the bedroom door shut – she was giving me my privacy. Very thoughtful, if I'd wanted it, which I didn't! I went into the bedroom and put on my panties, and I put on my pink cotton blouse, but I didn't button it. I left the rest of my clothes on the dresser and padded bare foot into the living room. "I hope you don't mind casual, but after a hot shower, if feels good to dress light," and I sat down next to her on the couch. She'd already put on a CD, poured the wine and lit a couple of scented candles. "In fact," I added, "If I weren't worried about offending you, I'd just go naked a while." Lord, the sweet thing blushes easily, but her voice sounded calm enough, "I don't mind if you want to be naked. I think the human body is a work of art." She gave me a nervous smile, her soulful blue eyes locked on mine. So I took a quick gulp of wine, set down the glass, stood up, tossed my shirt on the floor and peeled down my panties. She watched me, gulped some of her own wine and looked away, blushing again. I said, "I don't mind if you look at me," She was looking at me again. "In fact, I rather like being looked at." Instead of a blush, she gave me a mildly surprised look and said, "Really? Me too! That's why I shaved." She could see she was losing me, so she explained while getting up and walking over to her desk where she turned on an iMac, "I posed for some nude pictures that are posted on the Internet." So there I stood naked as a jaybird by Ann, who was dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt and busily connecting to the Internet. It was just another one of those surreal moments that I seemed to be having a lot of lately. And sure enough, on some amateur teenager page there were a dozen thumbnails of Ann posing nude. Ann turned and gave me a grin, "I got two hundred dollars for these, but I would have done it just for the fun." I was really starting to like Ann! Then she added, "Sometimes I just sit and look at them and imagine all the boys sitting at home at their computers at the same time as me, and they're all jacking off while staring at me naked. The thought turns me on." I reached over her shoulder, carelessly letting one of my breasts touch her neck and tapped the mouse button on her one rather lewd pose. The thumbnail image quickly changed to a full screen shot of Ann showing her spread open, shaved pussy, a shameless dimpled grin on her face. "Wow, I really like this one, Ann." I straightened as she turned to give me a big smile. "It's my favorite, too," she said, then turned off the computer and went back to the couch where she refilled the wine glasses. We both wordlessly drank most of our wine before one of us spoke. It was me who broke the silence. I told her all about me and Selma, basically skimming over the specifics, but making it clear that I was having sex with an older woman for a hundred bucks a pop. She leaned toward me, listening in fascination, and when I finished she said, "Wow, that is so cool, and I thought I was hot stuff for having a few naked pictures on the net! So, what's it like, making it with another chick?" "Oh!" I said, shocked and suddenly self-conscious of my nudity, "You mean, you never did it with a girl?" "No," she shrugged, "But I've fucked with three different boys," then I think she started to sense my discomfort, "Oh, you thought I...and that's why you're..." and she looked at my nudity as if for the first time, and then she did a really deep blush. Okay, so I misunderstood her from the start, that didn't mean I couldn't still seduce her. I just didn't have a clue how to go about it. I put my hand on her knee, "Well, have you ever thought about it?" "I'm thinking about it right now," she said breathlessly. "Do you think I'm attractive?" I asked moving closer to within a few inches of her face. "Yes," she said softly, then as she lowered her eyes to my breasts, she added, "I think you're just about the sexiest most beautiful girl I've ever seen, but I don't know if I'm ready to uh..." I reached up and stroked her left breast. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could feel her nipple hardening under the cotton tee shirt. Like Selma had done to me, I spoke so close to her mouth that I knew she would feel my breath in her mouth, "Wouldn't you like to take off your pants so I can look at your pretty pussy? If you will, I promise it will turn me on to look at it." She swallowed, and I didn't have to look down to know she was pulling down her shorts, and suddenly I realized how I could turn her own to the point of overcoming her inhibitions about making it with another female. "Would you like it if I beat off while watching you pose for me?" "Gosh yes!" she said raising her eyebrows, then she gave an excited grin, "I wouldn't mind that at all!" So I pulled back a little to give her room, and she stood, pulling down her shorts, and then stripping off her tee shirt. Then she stood before me and propped one hand on her hip, "Well, Cheri, see anything you like?" I spread my legs and put my hand on my pussy and began to massage it while I looked at her body, "Yes, oh yes," I said, "touch your pretty breasts for me, yesss... make the nipples hard!" I was really getting excited watching her sensuously massage her pink-nippled breasts, and she was getting into it too. She put one foot on the couch beside me, giving me a really nice view of her smooth pussy lips, running her hands slowly over her hips and touching herself lightly, then because I think she could tell I was close to coming, she spread her pussy with her fingertips. She was pinkish red inside and glistening with moisture. It was a tiny pussy inside – I could see how I could have my tongue in her vagina and still be rubbing her clit with the base of my tongue. I couldn't imagine how a dick would ever fit into that little vagina. I cried out a little as I came, leaning forward to pant on those open petals. She didn't have much smell, but I could just detect a faint sweet whiff of musk, which really put the icing on my orgasm. But I never touched her during this. As I sat back, catching my breath, she sat beside me and gently touched my arm. "It was really sexy watching you come," she said, and I could tell from her flushed cheeks that she was in a pretty intense state of excitement herself, "It was one of my fantasies, doing that... touching and showing myself... I mean... in front of you specifically! I thought about doing this for the past two nights, just posing naked in front of you. And you getting so excited that you just had to beat off! I mean if you only knew..." She bit her lower lip, but she was looking at me adoringly. I smiled, "You mean you've beat off a bunch of times thinking about what we just did?" She nodded shyly. "Well, then I'm glad to make your dream come true." I leaned close to her parted lips, "You poor darling, you must need to come pretty bad by now, don't you?" "Uh, I guess," she half gasped, and then I kissed her. She kissed back eagerly, a sexy wet kiss with our tongues licking each other. Gently I reached down and brought her hands up to my breasts. She cupped them, squeezing gently then lightly touching my nipples. I touched her breasts, and we just went on kissing and fondling each other's breasts. Finally without really pulling back, I spoke softly in her mouth, "Would you spread you legs for me?" I kissed her before she could answer, working her left nipple with my fingers, "I just want to feel your smooth pussy," I ran my tongue slowly around her lips, and she sucked on it sweetly. She was still sucking my tongue when she kind of muttered around it, "I guess touching it won't hurt anything." I felt her legs spread then I lowered my right hand from her breast down over her smooth tummy and down between her legs. She was unbelievably smooth, no stubble or anything at all, it was a smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. I stopped kissing her without moving my face away, my hand still cupping her smooth little pussy, "How did you get it so smooth and soft? A razor and baby powder?" "No," she giggled, "I spent most of a summer's pay last summer to have it done with a laser. "When you opened it," I was giving it little squeezes now, and she sighed with pleasure. "When I looked, I mean, it didn't look big enough to take a dick." She giggled again, "Don't worry, it stretches." I kissed her giving her bald little pussy a harder squeeze, and she whispered, "That feels so good, Cheri, go ahead and put your fingers in me if you don't believe me." I slowly slid my middle finder inside her vagina which was already very wet. It was snug, but as I rolled it around, I pushed in my forefinger as well. Now her vagina was very tight, or she was gripping my fingers with it as I began moving them in and out. She pulled away from my feverish kisses and whispered, "Go ahead; put in another one." I couldn't hardly believe I was able to get the third one in, but by now I realized, she was using her vagina muscles on me. She had an amazing grip. I knew that I didn't need to touch her clit, it was so close to her vagina, it was already getting a good rubbing and she was breathing hard now as I finger fucked her. It was so sweet, finger-fucking her tight, young, tiny little pussy, and it was arousing me terrifically, "Touch me too, please," I begged in barely a whisper. And she did. Ann had a marvelously feather light touch as her fingers explored me, but they were also very sure fingers, dipping into my vagina several times then smearing my little clit. Her touch excited me more than I could have imagined, and we both had to stop kissing just to breathe. So, there we sat, gazing into each other's blue eyes and working each other's pussies with our fingers, our hands making sucking and slurping noises. It was a terrifically intimate moment when we began to come together, panting into each other's mouths, gaze to gaze. Her face turned very red and screwed up like she was in pain. We both moaned so loudly that I was grateful for the isolation of the garage apartment. Afterwards, we just sat side by side, trying to recover, but still looking at each other, our hands now shyly in our own laps. She licked her lips and said slowly, "That was the best sex I ever had. It really earned the term lovemaking." I swallowed and took a deep breath to get control of my panting, "Yes. Best for me, too. But you know, it's like that potato chip commercial where you can't just eat one." "Yeah," she said with a knowing little smile, "I'm still horny too. Just give me a minute to catch my breath." We drank some more wine and talked some, but both of us could feel the tension building. I just gave her a long look and said, "Stand up on the couch, I want you to come in my mouth." "I think I'd like that," she said softly. Ann stood up, bracing one arm against the wall, and cocking one leg on the back of the couch. I bowed down before her and kissed her small foot, then her calf, and then her inner thigh. Then I put my mouth on her smooth pussy lips and split those lovely little lips to give her a french kiss like it was her mouth. Then as I continued exploring her pussy, I dug as deep in her vagina as I could with my nose, and then sucked and used my lips to chew at her outer lips. She moaned and I felt her fingers curling in my hair as I licked and sucked at her delicious silky wetness reveling in her textures. Finally I pulled back enough to focus on her incredibly tiny pussy. I tenderly kissed her little clit and began licking the smallest circles I could around it. She was really wet now, but still had only that faintest of musky aromas. I can honestly use the word to joyful to describe the loving kisses and licks that I lavished on that little clit while probing that incredibly tight and strong vagina. She cried out, rubbing her now slippery pussy harder on my face, her hips shuddering and bucking at me. I kept at it until she sank weakly down, half lying back on the couch arm. I kissed her sweet breasts and sucked gently at her nipples while she settled, her fingers now playing idly with my hair. "That was soooo good," she murmured, her blue eyes half lidded, "so very, very good." Then I laid down on her and kissed her mouth again. She kissed back lazily, her arms around my neck. Finally, I sat up and took a sip of wine. I was pretty horny again, but I didn't want to pressure her. I had to ask, "Tell me how you got the strongest vagina in the west?" She giggled, "Ben-wa balls. I can bring a guy off while sitting on his lap without moving my hips." "Ben-what?" I asked. So she showed me these metal balls, told me they were Japanese in origin and said that she used them often, even at school. On the one hand, they were exercise, but it was still a lot like having sex to use them. I filtered this away, resolving to get me some. Then we just rested a bit and sipped more wine. "So," I asked idly, "Now you know what I've been thinking when I look at you naked in the shower at school, so, if you weren't thinking the same thing, what were you thinking when you looked at me?" She smiled and put her hand on my thigh, "Oh, I was thinking a lot of the same sort of thing, or rather, trying not to think about it. I've been fighting it, I'm afraid. It just seems like a big step. But of course, you are also an art course for the eye. How are you handling the horror of being queer?" "Well," I felt really sympathetic about her doubts, "I'm not giving up my boyfriend, so I guess I can't be a full blown lesbian. But for now, at least," and I ran my eyes over her lovely slim body, "I do seem to be finding girls more exciting than men. What the hell, it's pretty hip to be bi-sexual, right?" She nodded and I continued, rubbing my hand on her thigh, "I like you very much, Ann, and I think we're going to be great friends; I just hope you aren't freaked out by sex with me because I'm really very attracted to you." She giggled, "Yeah, I guess I'm a little freaked out, but it's exciting, too, and because you think it's a good idea, I guess I'll get a boyfriend, too. I haven't had one for nearly six months. You know, I kinda need to do something..." She sat up and was looking at me adoringly again – I think I liked getting that look from her. And I suspected that I knew what she wanted. "I'll do anything you want me to, and you can do anything you want to me," I said simply, then I nuzzled in her long brown hair and whispered, "How do you want me lover?" She tuned her head and kissed me and I felt her hand touching my breast, then in a breathless voice she murmured, "You could seduce a statue with a line like that! Tell you what, just scoot to the edge of the couch and lean back." I did and she still sat beside me, looking me over, touching me lightly with her fingertips, but literally touching me everywhere, she even stroked my armpit, since I had one arm thrown over my head. "You don't have to go all the way, you know," I said gently, thinking she was hesitating, "I mean your touching is nice enough, in fact, it's very, very nice! You could easily make me come that way with your sweet fingertips." She smiled and slid to the floor on her knees, "Don't worry, I want to do it, I'm just really enjoying looking at you, I mean," She bent over and kissed one of my calves, "you really are the most gorgeous woman!" Then she spent nearly five minutes kissing my ankles and calves, and rubbing them with her face and breasts. It was much more erotic than I would have guessed. Then she kissed my thighs and I spread them for her. She gave that adoring gaze to my pussy and ran her fingertips through my golden pubic hair, and then finally, she spread my lower lips. Then she sort of embraced me, curling one arm under my left thigh and the other curled over my right thigh, and she kissed me, kissed my pussy like I'd kissed hers, like it was her lover's mouth. I cried out a little whoop as she really buried her face in me, once again as I'd done to her. After quite a bit of exploration, which was very delightful for me, she settled on my clit, licking and sucking at it until I was shivering on the verge. I wrapped my legs around her and fucked at her face energetically as I came, and I came really hard, as good or better than with Selma. When I'd finally settled my thrashing and she was gently nuzzling my pubic hair, I stroked her hair and asked, "Well?" She looked up at me and grinned, "Hell, yeah! I like it!" She reached around and grabbed my wine glass and dribbled a few drops of wine on my clit then slurped it off, then grinned at me again, "You're going to have to tell me the stuff that you and Selma do. I want to learn everything!" I still had my legs wrapped around her waist so I hugged her with my legs. "Sure," I said patting the couch. I waited until she had scrambled up beside me and kissed me with one of those sweet, pussy scented kisses, and then I told her about how we'd peed on each other, and about the sixty-nine position and butt licking. "Wow," she said, plucking at one of my nipples with her finger tips, "I'm going to have to get us a six pack of beer for the next time you come over!" She gave me a sly look, "You know, I got a great view of your ass in the locker room today. It looked pretty good to me." I glanced at my watch, the only thing I was wearing; "It's getting kind of late, what say I call my mom and tell her I'm staying the night with you. Then we can have sex all night and sleep through part of school tomorrow. We can make up a story about a flat tire. What the hell, we're seniors and expected to be occasionally irresponsible teenagers." Her grin was so wide, even her dimples had dimples, "Cheri, I love you, girl. Let's go to bed!" "Not so fast, Ann," I said, "Before we do anything, would you mind bending over for me." She just grinned and turned around, kneeling doggie style on the couch. I kissed her lovely calf muscles, then up the backs of her thighs. Then I spread her white bottom with my hands and began to lick her pale brown pucker, a really cute little asshole. Then I frenched it, sticking my tongue in only for little probes at first, then gradually fucking her ass harder and harder with my tongue while my fingers explored her vagina, and my other hand concerned itself with worrying her clit. She had a long come, and a noisy one, too, crying out my name over and over, panting, gasping and even shrieking a few times. Ann is definitely a party to fuck! People should never underestimate the quiet ones! To say the least, the night I spent with Ann was the best sex I'd ever had, and we sure had a lot of it. She turned out to be really into playing with my bottom too, which endeared her to me, but the sexiest thing about Ann was that once she decided to go wild, the sky was the limit. She's got this plan for a couple of weeks from now, where we get and seduce someone, a guy or a girl, or a couple and have a roman orgy of some sort, complete with shrimp cocktails, wine and sex games. I have an idea that is going to be a weekend to remember! Meanwhile, I got to school just in time for my P.E. class where I assured Belinda that we were still on for this weekend. She wanted to know if we should invite some guys over for sex on Saturday night, so I said sure; I'd have Bob show up at her place about 8:00 o'clock. She's inviting a guy she's been seeing, Dennis, a blond tennis player who's something of a hunk. I was supposed to show up at her place as soon as I got off work on Friday night. She's still giving me funny looks, like she knows me too well not to realize that something was different about me. We showered together after class, and she remarked that I was looking very physically fit. If she only knew how much exercise I'd been getting! I made a real effort at not noticing how great and physically fit Belinda looked, I mean, it was getting obvious to me that athletic chicks turn me on a lot – well any woman with nice calf muscles. And speaking of great shapes in female form, Ann gave me a wink in the locker room, and I gave her one back. I thought I might call Ann after work tonight and maybe drop by, but decided to play it by it ear. It was a good thing I decided that, as it turns out. Selma called for me at work and left a message to drop by on my way home. So, here I am knocking on Selma's door again, and as usual, with flutters in my stomach because I didn't know what to expect, and was looking forward to being surprised. She answered the door wearing an attractive, but somewhat old fashioned looking dress. It was a blue and white print with a loose, flowing sort of skirt that came down to just below the knees. It had a nice neckline, though, showing a generous amount of cleavage. And she was wearing earrings, a necklace, and high heels. She looked ready to go out. She invited me in and handed me a very strong rum and coke, told me to drink up and said she'd be right back. I'd finished a gulp or two of the drink when she bustled back in carrying a big box and a couple of smaller boxes. She'd bought me an outfit, similar to hers, but with different colors, but complete with jewelry, a purse and heels, all of which she had me put on immediately. Everything fit perfectly and looked nice, although it wasn't something I'd have bought for myself. The purse contained an assortment of items, but I didn't really have time to look through it before she was hustling me out the door, and voila! A limo had appeared. The chauffeur (a female) opened the door, and we got in the back, and it was only then that it occurred to me that despite being all dolled up, I wasn't wearing any panties. Not really a problem in a slightly longer than the knee skirt, but it seemed a little strange. The limo had a built in bar, and Selma handed me a glass of champagne. "Thanks, Selma, but really what's the deal? What's going on?" "Oh, let's just say that a certain stock market deal went very well today, and now I'm officially rich, so I felt like going out to celebrate and wanted my favorite lover along. So see? No big mystery." I smiled, "Selma, you're always mysterious, it's part of your nature." I thumbed my necklace at her, "Are these real pearls?" She smiled back, "Why, thank you dear for calling me mysterious, every woman likes to hear that, and of course the pearls are real, as are the diamonds in your earrings and the emerald in your dinner ring, and your purse is real alligator, Gucci, actually. You can keep those trappings of course, we're really celebrating!" and then she giggled. Actually giggled. I'd never seen her like this, and although I hadn't started to know her well until very recently, I had known her for years, and Selma giggling definitely didn't fit! It suddenly really struck me as more than just out of character for Selma. She was scaring me. "Sure," I said slowly, "but tell me, Selma, what do you mean by rich?" She sighed happily, "Well, since all this does concern you in a way... I bought a bunch of stock in a private company as a sort of persuader on a business deal about a year ago, a lot of people would have said I was ripped off, and explaining the loss to my company was a bitch, nearly cost me my job." She paused to giggle again, "So as punishment for the expense report, they made me pay for the stock out of my savings, but the private company went public yesterday with a super new product and the stock just shot through the roof." She gave me what is best described as a shark's grin, "And today I sold my holdings for a tidy profit. After taxes and trading fees and so forth, I'm now worth over twenty something million dollars, and so," she made a sweeping gesture with her champagne glass, "I retire!" I still didn't know where this was going, and felt pretty nervous for some reason, I mean, I could imagine the number twenty, and I had a vague idea about the word million, but twenty something million was a concept beyond me, "So, and how does this concern me?" She gave me a more serious look, "Cut to the chase, eh? Good girl! Okay. I'm putting up my house for sale, and in a few weeks, I leave on a world cruise, so as much as I've enjoyed our brief relationship, it is going to end soon." I know it was silly, but these words hurt more than a little, and it must have showed in my face, because she hastened to add, "Don't worry, I'm going to take care of you, darling. After all, your original incentive was to buy a better car, and since I won't need it when I'm gone, I've decided to sell you my car for..." she did some mental calculations then smiled, "three hundred dollars." I gulped, "You're going to sell me a nearly new Mercedes for three hundred dollars?" "Oh, I don't expect you to keep it, dear, that would be foolish, what with the upkeep and the insurance and all," and she made a shrugging gesture, "But you can sell it, buy you a nice, practical Toyota and use the rest for college. Should be enough to put you through. It's their top of the line, except for their limos." "Selma, you're talking about a car that would pay for all of my college education and then some, even after buying a Toyota," I stopped, speechless for a moment, "I mean, it was never about the money..." Then reality bit me in the ass - I have this regrettable truthful streak, totally out of character, I know, but that is the way it is. I sighed, "Okay, the first time was about the money to talk me into giving it a try, but... you're not only fun, Selma, you're like my... mentor, you know?" Okay, even at the moment, I realized I was being REALLY silly, but I was feeling abandoned – well... dumped! Selma looked at me sympathetically for a moment, then handed me a card, "I'll miss you too, Cheri, probably more than you can imagine, believe it or not. But people move on, and there'll be times in your life when you have to change your feathers like I'm doing. That card, by the way, is a friend of mine about my age and of similar tastes. I arranged for you |
to deliver her a pizza earlier tonight. She liked what she saw very, very much and would be very, very interested in being your new, ah, mentor." My mind, as it were, boggled. I knew intuitively whom she meant – 3239 Bennington with olives and extra cheese. At the time of the delivery to the definitely borderline-mansion, I had thought, what is such a glamorous lady doing ordering a pizza? She was a redheaded woman wearing a tennis outfit, but she could have stepped right off a magazine cover. I mean, this woman was really beautiful, and coincidentally, as covered with freckles as my friend Belinda. In fact, I remember at the time thinking, this is how Belinda will look seven to ten years from now, and let me tell you, this woman was one freckled Aphrodite with rich curves, sexy legs and moderate sized breasts. And sure, the woman had looked me over; I mean, everyone looked at my pizza costume that way! The lady was maybe two or three years younger than Selma and even prettier, and obviously athletically inclined, I mean, she had legs that I was jealous of! I looked at the card - 'Rachel Greene' and a phone number was all the card said. "This is very thoughtful, Selma," I said softly, repressing a sigh, "Whether I use it or not, you went out of your way, and very thoughtfully, too, and I do appreciate it." She smiled, "Well, I'm not gone yet, and we have quite an evening ahead of us, and who knows, I might blow into town now and then and look you up. In fact, you can count on it! Rich I may be, but Cheri, in the last two weeks, you have given me my youth back, and that's something money can't buy!" She gave me a really sweet kiss, and I felt a little guilty for having been pouty, then she got a mischievous look, "You know, next week, about Wednesday, I have a little overnight trip to New York to sign some papers. If you want to go, I could hire you as my um, secretary, and we could do a little shopping, turn it into a two day trip, and on the way... Have you ever heard of the Mile High Club, dear?" We both busted out laughing, and finally, I said, "Yeah, I've heard of that club, and luckily, I passed typing last year, so Mom might even believe the secretary angle!" Selma grinned, "Leave that to me, I'll talk to your mom. Meanwhile, we're here!" 'Here' turned out to be the most fancy restaurant in town. We were seated at a corner table in an alcove virtually screened from most of the restaurant by plants. The waiter handed us menus, took our drink order and left. "Selma, I'm not too hungry..." I began. But that wasn't what it was about. It was about sex in public. These dresses were practically designed for it. Even though I only ordered a dessert, it wasn't easy talking to the waiter while Selma was fingering me under the table, meanwhile Selma was sitting as cool as a cucumber, only her right lower arm out of sight. Later, she ate me out in a stall of the women's room with another woman in the next stall! Even though we were as quiet as possible, I know the woman had to suspect something was going on in the next stall. Okay, I had thought I was pretty cool, and certainly not easily surprised - well, except by Selma, but our next stop shocked even me. We went to a somewhat cheesy strip club - No, not one of those clubs where screaming women stuffed one dollar bills down men's tight pants, I mean a borderline sleazy 'ALL NUDE GIRLS' standard, suburban, totally-nude strip joint. We were the only women there who weren't on stage. I blushed the whole time, but I sure got more than one eyeful! Then after watching about seven or eight strip acts, Selma tells me to pick out a girl. I thought she was just being whimsical, but I was honest and picked out a brunette who had the best legs that I'd seen in the place. Selma picked out a dyed redhead who was clearly the youngest girl working in the club - I'd guess she was maybe nineteen or twenty. At which point, I had to ask, "Selma, Rachel is a knockout, I mean, how come you and her..." Selma motioned to a naked waitress as she absently remarked, "We have and occasionally do, but haven't you guessed? When I said we had similar tastes, it's a taste for firm young girls about your age." I thought of how great Ann was and how much I had enjoyed her, and couldn't blame Selma a bit. Then I thought of Ann again, "Say, I have a friend in school who's recently discovered that she likes girls. She's extremely attractive. What would you say to the two of us throwing you a little 'all girl going away party' for your trip around the world? It would be my pleasure to arrange it, and of course, as the guest of honor, we could do whatever you want." By now, the naked waitress had arrived, and Selma was, for once, the open-mouthed one. I guess I'd surprised her. She motioned me to wait a minute and spoke at length quietly with the waitress. As the waitress hustled off, Selma turned back to me, clearly emotionally affected. "That is so sweet of you to offer, and naturally, I accept. We'll make the arrangements when I know my schedule better, and meanwhile," she did her brief smile, more her old self, "I've arranged for us a special entertainment, the real reason we came here." Next comes the part that shocked me most of all. The naked waitress came back a few minutes later, and we were led to a private room in the back, basically set up kind of like a living room. The naked waitress seated us on a sofa and disappeared again. No more than a minute later, the two women we'd picked out showed up, still naked, and each carrying a magnum of cheap champagne and four glasses. I discovered my muscular brunette was named Sugar (?), and she sat on my lap and poured champagne for me and for herself. The slim, young redhead seated herself on Selma's lap and poured for them. Her name was Tiger. Wow. To put it simply, after some very superficial conversation, the two women went down on us while we made out with each other. Sugar made sure I had a good orgasm, and Tiger seemed to do as well for Selma. Then Selma asked the two women to sixty-nine until both came. They obeyed cheerfully while we ran our hands over their bodies just feeling of everything. It was erotic, weirdly romantic and very bizarre, and not just a little perverse. Which naturally means, I enjoyed the hell out of it. What can I say? The world was a wilder place than I had dreamt of in my philosophy. I never saw any money change hands, and I had no idea what it cost. I slept like a rock that night, and the next day, my head was full of thoughts about things - I'm sure Belinda found me more distracted than ever, because I totally was. One of the things my head was spinning about was seeing Belinda tonight. There was no question about my telling her the truth, but how I would tell it, or bring it up, and how she would take it - I just had no idea. Would I call Rachel? How would I explain to my mom about the Mercedes? – Well, Selma would probably take care of that somehow. Was I really flying to New York next week? At least I got one thing off my mind. I took Ann aside during P.E. and told her about my idea for an all-girl-going-away sex party for Selma, and she was enthusiastic - and I mean, Very. But should I tell Belinda about Ann? I could tell her everything else, and would have to, but telling about Ann was a little different, I mean, that was Ann's business as well as mine. So, I decided that I would keep that private for the time being - that was one more thing I didn't have to spin my head about. No, I sighed, I had to be honest with Belinda, so I would have to talk to Ann about it in chemistry class. Life was so complicated. As soon as I got off work, I headed over to Belinda's without changing out of my pizza outfit. Belinda had never seen me in it, and since it was the outfit that had started all this, I figured it was a good way to introduce the subject. Belinda thought the outfit was hilarious, and as she mixed us rum and fruit punch, she made a number of jokes about how I looked. I sat back on her couch, watching her make the drinks and noticing how she looked. She was dressed in a tee-shirt and cutoffs, no shoes, and I just couldn't take my eyes off her shapely, freckled legs. Would I be this attracted to Rachel? She walked over, handed me a drink and sat down on the divan across from me and said, "So, are you ready to spill your guts about why you've been so mysterious lately?" So, I told her everything, even about Ann (she had given me the go ahead in chemistry class), and of course, this being a rather long story, we were on our third drinks by the time I finished. We were sitting facing each other, cross-legged on the floor. We had abandoned the furniture by the end of the second drink. "Well," I concluded, "What do you think?" She grinned, obviously a wee bit tipsy, "You're sure more colorful than I gave you credit for. I mean, wow, fucking your neighbor, your boyfriend and a lady named Selma! And now you have money for college!" She suddenly looked more serious, "Are you going to call this Rachel, too? I mean, you've told me how much fun Selma is, but how is this affecting you? What's it really like, having sex with a woman? Do you think you'll turn gay?" I had to grin, "Belinda, I don't think anyone turns gay or straight, that's just who you are, but I do think anyone can be bisexual. I sure as hell am, I mean, I'm not giving up boys, but I'm not giving up girls either. As for what it's like? I think sex with girls is a blast, but I guess you have to try it to know how you'll like it." Belinda looked thoughtful, "Well, I have to admit that I've wondered about it, but I'm not at all sure I want to find out how I'd feel," she shrugged, "Like, what if I liked it too much, or something?" I wasn't sure what to think of that remark, so I let it pass as Belinda gulped down the last of her drink. At least she wasn't shocked or acting any different towards me. I finished my drink a moment later, "Is the pool heated up?" It was our tradition. Whenever Belinda's parents were away, we always started our weekend off by skinny-dipping in the pool. Like I knew that Belinda had already placed a couple of terry cloth robes on one of the poolside tables for when we climbed out dripping. Then we'd usually go back inside and get pretty drunk, only this time we'd started the drinking first, probably because Belinda wanted me to talk. What can I say? It had worked like a charm. Belinda grinned enthusiastically at my question, "You thinking about a skinny dip?" I grinned back, and we stripped on our way out to the pool. Belinda didn't even bother turning on the lights, but the moon was out so we could see pretty well. For once, I didn't look at Belinda as she stepped out of her shorts. I guess I didn't want to be reminded how attracted I was to her, so I just jumped on in the pool, and I heard her splash in behind me. We swam around, splashing each other for a while, and then we all but collided in the middle of the pool, and I wrapped my arms around her to keep her from splashing me, then suddenly we both became instantly aware that we were naked and hugging our bodies together. Belinda kind of froze, but she didn't pull away either. She's a little shorter than me, so it just seemed the most natural thing in the world to turn a bear hug into an embrace and kiss her. She kissed me back briefly, our tongues barely touching, and then she suddenly pushed away, splashed me, and climbed giggling out of the pool. I chased her, but you know how it is, running in water. I quit trying to catch her, put on the over-sized terry cloth robe that she'd left for me and began drying off as I walked in. Not that you even have to pat yourself, you just put on the robe and walk; it's like automatic drying. Inside and already wrapped in her robe, Belinda was back at the bar making another couple of drinks. She handed me mine, and we clinked glasses. She studied me with her lovely green eyes, and I wasn't sure at all about her mood, "You kissed me. Does that mean you want to have sex with me?" "I kissed you, because I wanted to," I answered carefully, "But if you're asking if I'm attracted to you, then yes, I guess I am." I smiled and shrugged, "But it's not like I planned it or anything." I walked back to the couch and sat down, and this time she sat beside me, still staring at me curiously. I looked her back in the eyes, "You kissed me back. I thought it was a very sweet kiss. How did you like it?" "I guess I liked it," she looked hesitant, "It just feels funny having those feelings about a girl, and my best friend at that. I mean, it makes me look at you a little differently now." I nodded, "I know what you mean. After my first time with Selma, suddenly the locker room after gym class became something of a sexual experience, and I'll admit that at first it kind of freaked me out. But after a little more adjustment, it's just made life more interesting and exciting. I care about sex more than I used to, in fact, now I think about it a lot. But it's really been fun so far. Besides, life is short," I sat down my glass and put my hand on her arm, "Don't you want to experience as much of it as you can? On the other hand, I love you as a friend, Belinda, and it won't hurt me a bit if you want to keep it that way." She grinned and sat her own drink down, "You're pretty persuasive, and I guess there wouldn't be any danger of getting pregnant, that's something. But I still feel pretty weird about it." I put my arm around her and kissed her on the cheek, "Look, you don't have anything to be nervous about. I promise, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, and I will just do some things to make you feel really good." I spread her robe just enough to bare one freckled breast and wrapped my lips around her firm pink nipple. I sucked at it and gave it tender little nips with my teeth. "Okay," she swallowed, and then gasped a little gasp, "Oh, that feels nice all right." I felt her fingers curl in my hair, and I spread her robe to reveal her other breast and began to give it my loving attentions. Meanwhile, I began moving my hand up her leg, just rubbing the outside of her calves and thigh. Then I raised my head and kissed her fully and passionately on the mouth. She really kissed back this time, her tongue dancing with mine while I used my hands to spread her robe wide, exposing her whole body. She even helped me by shrugging out of the sleeves herself. I sat back and shucked my own robe while getting an eyeful of her lovely body. Then I knelt between her knees, spread them and laid my naked body on hers and gave her several short, wet kisses on the mouth, our breasts pressed together, and my cunt grinding at hers. "God! Cheri, you're making me so hot!" she gasped between kisses. I lowered myself back down to kiss her legs, inching closer and closer to that lovely red-gold triangle. But I did take my time getting there, especially after all the times I had admired those perfect, freckled calves. I even sucked her toes before I got to her calves, sucking and licking each one individually. When I got to her round, hard thighs, I even gave her a small hicky there, and whispered, " A little souvenir." Then I kissed and licked all around it her gorgeous red-furred mound, enjoying her woman scent, which after the pool, was just barely there but subtly increasing with her excitement. I used my thumbs to spread her bottom cheeks and licked at her tender pink asshole. She groaned and raised her knees, so I slipped my tongue into the tight, dry pucker and tongue-fucked her bottom for a couple of minutes while she wriggled and moaned. Then I very suddenly gave her a passionate french kiss right in her pussy's slit, rubbing my nose in her vagina, and then chewing her pussy lips with my lips. She screamed a high pitch cry and grabbed me by the hair, dragging me to her clit. I obliged by licking and nibbling her clit with my lips, and she began groaning and thrusting her pussy against my face. I slipped two of my fingers up her vagina and massaged hard at the upper area just under the bone while continuing to chew her clit with my lips and teasing it with my tongue. She screamed again and began shaking and heaving, so I took one of my pussy wet fingers and fairly rammed it up her bottom and gave her about six or seven good thrusts while I rode her bucking pussy with my mouth. As her heaves and moans began to subside, I gentled her with kisses and rubbing my hands over her lovely body. "Oh, Cheri!" she said at last, "I still don't know how I'll feel about doing that to you, but I can for sure say that I love you doing it to me. That was the fastest, hardest come I've ever had, and the longest, too, come to think of it. No wonder that lady pays you a hundred bucks a pop, you're definitely worth it and more!" "Yeah well, believe it or not, that was just as much fun for me," and I kissed her mouth. "I'll give you a few minutes to rest before I do you again." Her eyes widened, "Oh no, not before I get a chance to make you happy. Mmmm, my pussy tastes good on your mouth, now I've got to find out what yours tastes like." She paused then gave me a quizzical look, "This may sound weird, but... When I looked down and saw your face between my legs, it was... it was just one of the prettiest sights I've ever seen! Do you know what I mean?" "Oh yeah, I know what you mean." I laid back and rested my head on the couch arm, "There's nothing prettier than a beautiful lady eating your pussy, and am I ever looking forward to the sight!" And what a sight it was! Every woman should have the experience of looking down at a green-eyed, freckle-faced redhead between her legs; I mean, the colors are as fantastic as the orgasms! We made love for hours and even did the peeing thing later out by the pool. Cuddling together before we went to sleep, we resolved to have sex with the boys in the living room tomorrow so we could watch each other get fucked. My last thought before passing out was how my adventures had started with my amazing pizza sex-suit. _(Author's note: This is another old story of mine, that after being published elsewhere, I decided to improve it from its rougher original. Comments, criticisms and the sharing of personal experiences all welcome, whatever, but please remember to vote!)_ |
Ok, it's something one doesn't admit to doing. You, me, us watch the Soaps? NEVER! But it's strange how millions of people around the world are addicted to the Soap Operas. Interesting how you kinda know what's happening in the nightmare, complex world of these serialized dramas because you have a friend or relative who is one of these millions of addicted people. The beauty of a Soap is that even if you do admit to occasionally watching, or if you only get an update every six months, you will always be able to pick up the story line and the convoluted plot. The only time it may prove difficult is when a new face appears as a central character, without so much as a blink from the other characters. Perhaps that's because Soaps are filled with so many 'two-faced' scheming, underhanded, calculating and devious people. Anyway, in case you have missed it, here for your enjoyment is an update and the 7,320th episode of the doings and the screwings of the 'Dick' Dynasty. MOUNT GRACE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL: The sun rose on the ultra modern building housing the Mount Grace Memorial Hospital and the tall, dark and impossibly handsome Head of Surgery, Dr. Rod Dick was already facing crisis after crisis in the Trauma Unit. He stroked his chiseled square jaw and narrowed his eyes just to prove that he was thinking hard. Real hard. In the first cubicle lay a gun-shot victim, bleeding profusely from leg and shoulder wounds. In the adjoining cubicle, a sexy redhead was having small spasms that jiggled her perfect size 38C silicone breasts. The small spasms alternated with massive spasms that had her whole body jerking and groaning in a combination of what sounded like pain and pleasure. Being a bit of a voyeur, Dr. Dick found that watching her was actually quite a turn on, until he remembered that the jerking spasms were a result of tiny clusters of little brain tumors that were temporarily out of sync. Dr. Dick, always in the front line of medical advancement, had mastered a leading edge technique that kept the brain tumors at an acceptable level which meant she only had the occasional tit jiggling spasms. But now this new development and relapse, with the uncontrollable thrashing was worrying. Deeply worrying. A tiny twitch started up in the muscle of his left cheek, as the agonized burden of making the first decision of the day built and he contemplated who needed his brilliance and self taught skills first. "Uh- Dr. Dick, could you help me pleeeease!" An anguished cry came from the third cubicle. Fuck it! The pressure was piling on. He was a man who could take a heavy load, but he knew this was going to be a day from hell. Didn't these fucking morons know that he hadn't had his first cup of coffee yet? He ripped open the curtains in cubicle three because the wailing voice had reached ear-shattering proportions. Fate had deliberately directed him to attend to this cubicle first and with just one look he was glad it had. Very glad. Blonde Nurse Candi was bent over the bed, desperately engaged in cardiac pulmonary resuscitation. The patient, a ragged looking elderly man lay deathly still. The smile on his face was almost as big as the hard-on he was sporting beneath the white sheet. "What's going on here Nurse?" Dr. Dick snapped, noticing immediately that she was wearing non-regulation white cum-fuck-me-boots and a non-standard red lacy thong with her uniform. Dammit, he wondered wistfully, would his eye for detail and his past as a world famous fashion designer always come back to haunt him? "I think it's his heart… It's stopped." Nurse Candi said breathlessly with a terrified wide eyed stare. "Let me take a look," he said, easing up and pressing himself against the nurse's ass. His eye slipped down her uniform to her heaving cleavage. Mmm white regulation bra, no extra lace he thought, as he reluctantly dragged his eyes upward to the patient and fumbled for his pulse. "Bad news, I'm afraid, "he said soberly. The twitch in the cheek had started up again. It was always tragic to lose a patient, but they had done everything possible to help him. It was the sad reality of life in a busy hospital. You won a few and you lost a few. As long as he won more than he lost, he might win the battle for the vacant position of Chief of Staff. It was absolutely fucking imperative that he was the Head Honcho, the Top Dog, and Alpha Male at Mount Grace Memorial Hospital. He pulled back from Nurse Candi's delectable buns and made sure that the cubicle's curtains were firmly closed. "Now Nurse," he said in his most authoritative tone, "I see you are not wearing the regulation uniform. Do you know what that means?" "Yes, Dr. Dick," she muttered tremulously. Her blue eyes glistened with tears, but her mascara remained perfect and smudge-free. "Please don't tell Matron Chunkleg," she begged, her glossed lips trembling. "I am already on my final written warning, and can't afford to lose my job." She sobbed quietly and fixed her baby blues on him as a single tear rolled down her pale cheek. "You see… there is nobody else to support my poor mother and her five poor children." Dr. Dick's heart softened. He was not by nature a hard man, except in situations like this when his cock swelled dangerously. He noted with satisfaction that despite it being cramped in his non-regulation, designer trousers, it was already bigger than that of the cadaver. Here was a fresh- faced sweet, hard working girl that he could take complete advantage of, plus he could help her keep her job as well. There was something very gratifying, he thought, about working in a profession where he dedicated his life to helping people. His change of profession from Head Fashion Designer to Head of Surgery certainly had its own thrills and rewards. ********** AT THE AIRPORT: Crystal Dick stepped off the private Dick Lear Jet. She looked fabulous for a woman who had traveled clear around the world on a hectic schedule fitting in meetings with influential people, attending fashion shows and conferences between fucking the cute hotel concierge and having an all-night orgy with two of the sexiest new bi stud models. Not a wrinkle showed on her stylish hot pink designer suit, and every glossy hair on her head was perfectly in place. Nor was there any evidence of jet lag. Perhaps it was from all the protein she had ingested on her trip. Sperm, she knew, was loaded with the stuff and so on her business travels, she made sure to always swallow instead of spit. Crystal was all set to go directly to the plush offices of "DICK DESIGNS" in the Soapie Land of the rich and the useless. There, she would report back on the grueling trip to her tycoon father- in law, Rick Dick. He was Dr. Rod Dick's father, and the real brains and power behind the empire. After the meeting with Rick Dick, she could get around to the really important work of the day. That was looking indispensably busy while doing absolutely nothing in a plush office, complete with bar and leather sofa for quick on- the-job fucks. Her schedule for the day was crammed; First, she had to make a couple of high-powered telephone calls to find someone to go to lunch with at the swankiest restaurant in town, where everyone who was anyone hung out. This was typically the 'in' place to be where Crystal and her friends sipped white wine or mineral water and stared at the sumptuous display of food, usually salad on the plate but didn't eat a fucking morsel. Inevitably, everyone they detested, or stalked, or hankered after, or never wanted to see again as long as they lived, was also dining on untouched meals at these trendy places at the very same time as they were. The second most pressing thing on Crystal's schedule, was to eavesdrop on the secretaries' evil libelous gossip about Rick's second wife, Bonnie (now his ex) and his current wife Sue-Ellie (sometimes pronounced 'Swelly' Dick) by the receptionist with the southern drawl. Crystal had been out of town for a week and it was critical that she keep abreast of who was fucking who in the family, in the fashion industry and in which positions. She also had to have detailed accounts of what they were wearing at the time. This was essential to a fashion queen like herself. ********** MEMORIES AND FLASHBACKS OF OLD EPISODES: Her mind drifted to the bitch wives of Rick Dick. Crystal hated them with a passion. They were haughty bottle-blonde sluts who had better boob jobs than she did, and she'd had blazing fights and ongoing feuds with them. It was difficult to get along when she knew both bitches had bedded their stepson, who just happened to be her husband Dr. Rod Dick. And she had a sneaky suspicion that 'Swelly' may have tried to seduce Randy, Rod's youngest brother. Ha! Ha! Fat lot of good that would do, Crystal thought wryly. Randy was married but was a closet gay. She had discovered this tasty bit of dirt at the last big family wedding when some long-lost pregnant relation hit town and had to be married off quickly to avoid a scandal involving the famous Dick name. A large sum of money had been paid to acquire a'suitable' husband, but just minutes before the couple was to exchange vows, Crystal saw something that rocked her to her very core. It also turned her on wildly... Randy, her young brother in law (and second- in- line- heir to the Dick Billions) was bent over in the groom's room taking an ass full of thick meaty, soon –to-be- happily-married cock, from the groom. Oh God the scandal that would have caused! Randy swore her to secrecy, but his dark secret had taken its toll. He had since had a couple of emotional and nervous breakdowns and had spent time in outrageously expensive and glamorous, but useless institutions. Here he had met and been fucked by other confused and depressed men. (Randy had a fancy office at DICK DESIGNS but what he actually did there was unclear. Whatever it was, it paid handsomely judging from his extravagant lifestyle). Recently though, he had added another worrying vice to his already growing portfolio. He had taken to drinking heavily, especially at family gatherings where long lost relation and ass-fucking husband attended, complete with their two children. Crystal had promised never to breathe a word of what she had witnessed that horrible, horrible day, but time would tell. It was always handy to have sordid blackmail material on hand. Still deep in thought, Crystal pulled her Mercedes convertible into the only, conveniently available, parking space on the busy street. She spent a few precious minutes enjoying the vivid, real-life flashbacks in her mind while she touched up her flawless makeup. It had been a stroke of genius to seduce the great Rick Dick, the night his first wife, Alice Dick (Rod's, but not Randy's, biological mother) had been admitted to hospital with a suspected stroke. There was something particularly attractive about a powerful man being reduced to remorseful tears as he dwelled on 'the good old days' and Crystal had seized the opportunity to comfort him in the best way she knew how. Her hard life while growing up in the trailer parks of Furry Creek and Butt Valley had taught her a trick or two that she had brought along with her to her new exciting glamorous life. Yes, it had been wise to keep her talents honed and use them with her new face, her new tits and her new identity. Since that fateful night, her father in law always had a special soft spot for her. Well, it wasn't always soft, she thought. Sometimes it was damn hard considering his age. Other times she had to work hard at making it hard but it was pretty special. Fucking a talented, creative, esteemed, famous, self-made, ruggedly handsome multi –billionaire who had been the patriarch of the legendary family for thirty years on the Night-Time Soaps was always special. And now finally, she was also special. One of the rich and the famous. She was bold and beautiful and a Super Bitch of note. A mover and a shaker. A celebrity in the fashion world. The keeper of dark and dirty secrets and the wife of the respected Dr. Rod Dick soon-to- be Chief of Staff at Mount Grace Memorial Hospital, (and first-in-line-heir to the Dick Billions). ********** BACK AT THE HOSPITAL: Dr. Rod Dick looked down at the pretty nurse who was on her knees with her luscious lips wrapped around his gargantuan cock. Dr. Dick was a legend in his own mind and so was his average sized cock. It felt good, the way she sucked him in and out of her dainty mouth. And he loved the shade of her ruby red lipstick. He had to remember to get the exact name and brand details from her. It would look sensational on Crystal. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow. There was something, something important about Crystal that he needed to recall. It kept nagging at his brain. What was it? His breathing became shallow as Nurse Candi worked her oral magic. He braced himself knowing that he was about to spurt a massive load. "Aahh yes," he groaned. Crystal had been away for the past week, but she was due back today. That's what he was trying to remember. During her absence he had remained totally celibate. Those Monday evening Sex Addicts Anonymous rehabilitation meetings were working, he decided as he let out a gasp and pumped a thick rope of creamy cum down Nurse Candi's throat. Nurse Candi blinked in surprise and gagged a little. She was on a special calorie controlled diet and needed to make provision for the extra intake. She pulled her mouth quickly from Dr Dick's throbbing dick and lost her balance, toppling backwards, where she hit her head hard on the leg of the bed. The sound of the awful thud was drowned out by the wailing from the redhead in the cubicle next door. "Oh my God," Dr. Dick cried, tucking his deflating cock into his non- regulation, designer trousers. He could detect from the pitch of the redhead's wail that the tiny clusters of little brain tumors were multiplying rapidly. There was only one way to stop it. Brain surgery! He was on top of the job again. He felt super powerful with a clear head for business, thanks to Nurse Candi who was struggling to her feet holding her head. "Where am I?" she groaned, "Who am I? What am I doing here?" "Fuckit!" Dr. Dick cursed. She was displaying the classical signs of amnesia. Now she wouldn't remember the name and color of the hot red lipstick. Shit! He would have to make time later in his busy schedule to sneak into her purse and find it. He groaned. Now he knew for certain that it was going to be a day from hell. His horoscope had accurately predicted it. He glanced back at Nurse Candi and the muscle in his cheek twitched. Thank God, the amnesia wasn't permanent. He had seen it many times before in his Soap medical career and he knew that after a suitable passage of time, and a similar hit on the head she would be cured. In the meanwhile, time was of the essence. He couldn't waste another second. He had to wage war on the tiny clusters of rapidly multiplying brain tumors. This was life and death stuff! He rushed out into the Trauma Unit frantically screaming orders. "Scrub up, let's go, let's go! We got an emergency on our hands." ********** AT THE PLUSH OFFICES OF 'DICK DESIGNS': Fashion tycoon and mogul, Rick Dick sat in his oversized leather chair and surveyed the flashily dressed person opposite the desk. It was Heaven-Leigh, Prikk, the highly sought after model who was the hottest thing in town. Right now, she was in the process of negotiating contracts and looked at Rick Dick expectantly. Rick Dick had used every dirty trick in the book to discover what his rival and biggest competitor, RIP-OFF FASHIONS, had offered her. He was about to make his counter offer and sweeten the pie, so too speak, for Miss Prikk. To look at her, you wouldn't guess her deep dark secret. She was a gorgeous black beauty. Tall and slim with the longest ebony legs Rick Dick had ever seen. Heaven-Leigh had made her name by modeling stockings, pantyhose and shoes with six inch-cum-fuck me heels. Because Rick Dick was obscenely rich and powerful and had contacts, he had managed to dig up all the dirt on her. The lovely Heaven-Leigh Prikk had, in fact been born Hank Prikk. Now almost prick-less, after extensive secret surgery, Hank had magically been transformed to look quite feminine, heavenly in fact, with the most succulent breasts and juicy lips. Rick Dick puffed on his foul smelling cigar and lay back in his chair. He knew there was one operation remaining. One critically important and outrageously expensive operation and he knew that he held all the answers to Heaven-Leigh's prayers. He had money, lots and lots of money and he had a brilliant, talented son. A son who was a surgeon, with an eye for fashion. Yes, he thought, perhaps he should make her an offer that she couldn't refuse. Heaven-Leigh would be his newest house model. The collection of fake furs would look superb on her. ********** IN THE CORRIDOR OF POWER AT 'DICK DESIGNS': Crystal Dick stood outside the door to Rick Dick's office, desperately trying to eavesdrop through the key hole. The secretary was conveniently missing, so she could not demand to know who was in with Rick Dick. A smattering of the conversation, words here and there drifted to her ear. "Uhh." "Very generous offer." "Own office at the end of the passage." "Perfect… oh yeah." "…but conditional..." "Ummmph." "…oh yeah, ohh," Who the fuck was Rick talking too? How dare he give someone her office down the passage? Was the old fart trying to oust her? "What the fucking hell is going on here?" Crystal said, to no-one in particular. She pushed the door open to Rick Dick's office and marched inside with a bright superficial smile on her face. "Rick, dear, I'm back..." Her eyes widened in shock. "Oh no! NO!" She gasped. No, this could not be happening... ********** So, Will Dr. Rod Dick transplant silicone from the redhead's tits to her brain to keep the tiny little brain clusters from multiplying? And will she survive the surgery after lingering for weeks and weeks in the ICU? Will Nurse Candi regain her memory? Has she gained weight from her protein rich breakfast or has she forgotten about her diet? What will Matron Chunkleg (closet lesbian but highly ambitious political animal) do when she discovers the non-regulation cum-fuck-me- boots and red lacy thong that Nurse Candi is wearing? And what about the lipstick? Will Dr. Rod Dick manage to sneak into Nurse Candi's purse to check it out? Did she even bring the lipstick to work? And what if she has fourteen different lipsticks in her purse? Can Crystal recover from what she has seen? What has she seen? Will she lose her office? And most importantly, will she get a reservation for lunch? And what about Heaven-Leigh Prikk, will she accept the modeling job? And what are the "conditions" attached to the job? Will she lose the prick thanks to Rick Dick and Dr. Rod Dick or will she keep it and take up with Randy Dick? And what the hell is she doing on her hands and knees? For answers to these and all the other questions that you may have, stay tuned tomorrow night and for the next twenty years to: The Doings and the Screwings of the "Dick" Dynasty. |
* _Thanks to Darkniciad for critiquing the plot of this story._ Chris and Layla found the house near sundown. They had walked over twenty miles that day, looking for food and shelter. Judging by the smell, the house wasn't very clean, but it had the advantage of having four standing walls and a roof. They dragged themselves in through the side door, threw down their packs for pillows, and slept. In the morning Layla woke up having to pee. Automatically she scanned the room for all possible exits. If they had found the shelter, others probably would, too. Light streamed in through windows on the east and west sides of the room in which they had collapsed. Amazingly enough, the windows weren't broken. Layla studied them for a moment. They appeared to be made of ice, or frosted over, but of course, that was impossible. She'd check them out later. The call of Nature was more important at the moment. Carefully she inched open the door through which they'd come last night. It was adjacent to the west window. She slipped out, pushed her way into the vegetation and squatted along one wall. Men were lucky. It was easier for them to avoid poison ivy. As she was preparing to leave the impromptu loo, a rustling noise reached her ears. It was probably Chris, but Layla automatically held her breath. She went still as a rabbit in the brush. Her tanned, dirty skin provided a little camouflage. It was Chris. He swept his gaze in an arc, met her eyes and grinned. "I think we're the only ones here." He went behind a pine tree and did his business while Layla looked around. She knew better than to move much, or suddenly. That was a quick way to get into trouble. A rotting board could break underfoot, causing injury or attracting unwanted attention. So Layla stayed pretty much on the same spot, turning just her head to take in the view. A gap-toothed path of bricks led around the house. To the south was a pile of collapsed and decaying wood. The regular shapes of the boards were still evident. It must have been a platform of some kind. The mess was situated underneath another door, and some broken windows. The bottom of the door was thigh-high up from the ground, so the wood must have made a raised place where the inhabitants could go in and out. Chris would understand it better; he'd been nine years old before the war. He remembered all sorts of stuff, and he could read, though his writing was limited. "Should we go in?" Layla pointed with her chin. Chris nodded. "This way." He led them back into the cement-floored room where they had spent the night. "This was the garage," he informed her. "Garage." Layla thought a moment. "For cars." "Right." She'd seen a car once. It was a rusty, claustrophobic thing. Despite explanations involving speed and great distances, Layla failed to see its appeal. Chris tried a door she hadn't noticed earlier. She hadn't seen it because there was no light around its edges. It led inside the house. "Phew." He waved a hand in front of his face. But he stepped inside anyway. Layla followed. What must have once been a nice living space was now an ugly ruin. The broken windows freely admitted the elements. Decaying garbage was littered among the weeds that grew up through the floorboards. The walls were marked with jagged symbols. Layla couldn't read the words, but their ugly intent was clear. She and Chris held still, listening. If anyone was here, they didn't show it. He lifted one hand to get her attention. This was easy as she was attuned to his movements. Silently he pointed down the hallway, then held up five fingers. Layla nodded. That was enough time for a quick reconnoiter. Watching the placement of every foot, Layla swerved right and set off down the hall. At her back, she knew Chris was exploring in the opposite direction. The first door on the left was the source of the stink. Fumes rose up from the bowl of what she knew was a toilet. It amazed her that people used to defecate indoors. Weird! There was also a big set-in tub, and a sink. That was cool, though — that water used to flow where and when people wanted. This room had a skylight, so although it had no windows, daylight made for easy visibility. Nice. Off to her left, she could hear Chris' careful footfalls. The noise he made was as identifiable to her as the sight of his face. The sounds reassured her, and she continued down the hall. It was darker here. Layla knew why: the people had been able to push a button and make light. Sometimes she still wondered if it had been worth fighting for, all that opulence. Maybe. She couldn't really imagine the former glory. The next room, on the right this time, had a window facing west. A cursory glance revealed nothing of interest, just more trash and weeds. It was the same with the room at the foot of the hall. The last door on the left had a big pallet of some kind on the floor. It was decaying, like everything else. Two human skeletons lay on it. The bones appeared to be embracing. At their feet lay another, smaller set of remains. This set of bones belonged to a four-legged creature. It had sharp teeth and a tail. Layla skirted the bed and peeked in the small anteroom by the east window. More stink. She wrinkled her nose. Why would you want to poop so close to your resting-place? That seemed to be about all there was to find. She doubled back, feeling a bit less edgy now that the initial sweep was over. Chris met her near the entrance to the first stink-room. "There's nobody here, Lay. It's ours if we want it." "Do we want it? Can we do anything about the smell?" "I think so." He nodded and looked around. "Obviously we can cover the windows. And there's a lot of other work to be done. Our biggest problem would be the Marauders." "Right." Layla's nose was getting used to the odor. "What did you find? Anything good?" "Yeah, I think so. Come with me." From their starting point at the place where the garage let them into the house, Chris led them on an easterly path. "This was the dining room," he waved, "and this was the kitchen. Through here, the little Central Command unit." He showed her some flat metal boxes that were rusting, but still stuck on the wall. "Then through here, another little stink room. Wait a minute." Chris pushed down one eyebrow, as he did when he was concentrating on a puzzle. "Something isn't right." Layla waited patiently. She liked him when he was like this. His ability to figure things out had kept them alive. Chris turned and retraced his footsteps. "There should be something else here..." He stepped into an alcove, a closet he had told her these were called, and pushed. Nothing happened. Pulling on the shelves yielded no results either. He ran his fingers along one inner corner, then another. "Hah!" he exclaimed, and pushed in a different place. To Layla's amazement, the wall swung back. Chris looked over his shoulder and smirked. "I _knew_ there was a space unaccounted for. Come on!" He took a step and stumbled. "Be careful. The stairs lead down." "Should I shut the door behind us?" Chris considered briefly before he said, "Yes. If we have to I'm sure we'll find another way out." Layla listened to his hands rubbing against the wall as he felt his way down into the darkness. His footfalls proceeded at a temperate pace: one, two, three... The door had a little knothole near one edge, just big enough for a couple of fingers. The design made inherent sense. She used the leverage to pull the door shut behind her. She grimaced, strained her hearing as hard as she could, and followed. Near the base of the stairs, Layla thought at first her eyes were playing tricks on her, for she imagined dim rays of light. Automatically she went into still-mode and controlled her breathing to the slowest, most silent motion she could manage. Chris was doing the same. After a few moments of stillness, during which they both listened as hard as they could, he lifted one hand, a pale flash of skin in the dim. This time the sign language was different: _follow me_. Layla watched where he walked, stepped where he stepped. Her eyes adjusted to the weak light. It came from a dotted line perimeter around the ceiling. The walls were very high, greater than twice the height of a man. The dots of light were wide apart. Layla counted nine of them, including the one over the foot of the stairs. This room appeared... clean. Layla looked around in surprise. Shelves held orderly rows of objects. It was too dim to see exactly what they were. The walls were plain, except for some squarish decorations that looked intentional. The only vegetation was a single vine creeping in through one of the corner dots in the ceiling. The floor wasn't covered with garbage. It was the strangest place she had ever seen. Chris turned a palm in her direction: _Stop_. Layla stayed put as he slowly turned a doorknob and eyed the space beyond. He slipped through and was gone for several moments. Then he reappeared. Layla had never seen him look so happy. "Tools! Layla, _new tools!_ " "Oh, my god, you're kidding!!" Her mouth fell open in shock. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the next room. Layla clapped a hand to her mouth. "Oh my god!" The ceiling-dots in this room were brighter; it was easier to see. Stuffed inside layers of plastic were tools large and small of every description. There seemed to be one of everything: a shovel, a rake, a scythe, and others whose purpose was not immediately apparent. Layla ran across the unobstructed floor to the shelves. With a look of wonder and delight, she touched the dusty packages. She held up a new pair of scissors. "Look!" Chris was lifting even smaller parcels out of a bin. "Look at this!" She stepped over to see what he was holding. It was a shiny thing, not as big as her little finger. "Give me your hand," he said. He twisted the top of the shiny thing. Now it made a kind of vee shape. Layla eyed the silver bird mistrustfully. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." His smile was reassuring. Gently but firmly he moved her hand so the tip of her fingernail was in the mouth of the object. There was a loud _click_ as he squeezed the tips of the vee toward each other. "Oooh!" Layla yanked her hand back as her fingernail dropped to the floor. She looked at Chris for explanation. "It's a fingernail clippers." He demonstrated on his own hand, clumsily at first, then with increasing skill. "See, if you trim them before they break, they hurt less. This works better than a knife." "Do mine!" she demanded. They sat on the floor and played with the new toy until all of their fingernails were trimmed to the quick. "It feels funny." Layla rubbed the newly exposed fingertips. "I wonder if we could do our toes, too?" "We need a bigger tool for that. I bet there's one here. But come on, now, let's fix the lights before we do anything else." "How?" "Look at the height of the ceiling." Chris pointed. "See? The only way this makes sense is if the roof is under the ground, not under the house." The young woman thought for a second, puzzling it out. "So...?" "So that means if we find the same place, outside, the light source has to be there. I can't imagine this place has electric power." "Okay." Layla shrugged and followed him back up the stairs. At the top of the steps, they held still and listened again, although it was becoming increasingly apparent that the place was deserted. Chris pushed open the door and took point. There was no sign of human life, so they went back the way they came. Once outside, they made their way around to the back of the house. Part of it sat up on a little hill. He paced, one eyebrow pushed down, while Layla watched and waited. "Here." Her companion knelt and pushed aside some dead leaves. A hard round thing was underneath. It looked like the back of a turtle, only without color. "Hmmm." Layla nodded. "So there must be some kind of tube that leads down." "And probably mirrors," Chris agreed. He lifted an index finger and tipped it ninety degrees. Layla followed the point and found the next dot. She cleaned it off and set about finding the rest, glancing at Chris occasionally for direction. It was obvious why some of the light-dots were clearer than the others: the dimmer ones were down the hill, where debris had followed gravity's command. Further still down the slope, Layla heard a familiar sound. She got Chris' attention and waved him over excitedly. "What is it?" he asked. She just looked at him and grinned. Under the birdcalls and the breeze, the sound of a running stream carried clearly. Chris grabbed Layla's arms, and she his. They hugged each other and danced to the ground. "Oh, Chris. _Water_." He held her and rolled his face against her neck. "Is this heaven, or is this Iowa?" She pulled back and looked at him, confused. "What?" "Nothing," he chuckled. "My grandmother used to say that whenever she was really happy. I don't really know what it means." * * * Not everything in the basement was treasure. Someone had preserved food, or tried to; there were apples, peaches, corn, and many sweets. The glass jars were still intact, but the metal lids were corroded. It was a shame to throw away the maker's good intentions. There were books, too, but these fell apart so easily, the two decided to leave them mostly alone. Besides, only Chris could read. Once in a while they treated themselves to a story; he would read aloud to her, making up the parts where he didn't know the words. In the tool room there was one place which Chris warned her very carefully to avoid. "Hold out your hands." Ever obedient, she stuck them out. He laid a heavy object in her grasp. "What is it?" "It's called a chainsaw. It does the work of ten men." "Why don't you use it?" "Look, see this?" He took the thing away from her and placed it back on the shelf. Now he was pointing to a boxy red thing with a yellow nozzle. Layla nodded. "It's a box." Chris shook his head. "No. It's gas. It's what makes the chainsaw go." "So what?" She failed to see the point. "Layla, listen. This is important. People will do _anything_ for this stuff. They will kill for it. No matter what happens, no matter who ever comes here, no one must ever know it's here. If they find out, any chance we have to live here is over with. Okay? Understand?" "Okay, Chris." Layla trusted him completely. "But why don't we just get rid of it?" "We can't. It's poison." The discussion was over. It was just as well; the chainsaw and the gas made Layla uneasy. She wanted to get away from the damned things. "I found something else!" she brightened. The smile returned to his face. "What?" She dragged him over to a spot near the books. "It's a funny kind of paper." He took the clear plastic block from her hands and turned it over with awe. Whoever had lived here had wanted to be very sure that the encased paper would be preserved. It was big, about the size of two large books side by side. "Can you read it?" she asked eagerly. "I'm sorry, Lay. No, most of it, I can't." He pointed near the top. "This is the word 'ninth.' This must be page nine of something. Maybe we'll find the other pages." He ran his fingers over the smooth surface, following the long horizontal lines. They marched in groups of five, like wires strung on poles. Little dots and sticks decorated the lines. Repeated symbols curled down the left side at the start of each bar. His eye fell upon the name at the top left. "Beth. No, Beeth. Oh! I know what this is." He grinned at her. "It's music." "That's weird, why isn't music written down like words?" "I don't know, that's just the way they used to do it." It took several days to drag the muck out of the first floor of the house. Under Chris' direction, they decided to pile it a five-minute walk in the opposite direction of the stream. Undoubtedly it would take months to disassemble the garbage that squatters and looters had left behind. Anything of value would be cleaned and utilized, or stored. Everything else, which would probably be most of it, would be broken down as finely as possible to give back to the earth. The stink-rooms weren't bad to deal with. At first Chris tried to explain to Layla the concept of sewage lines and pumps, but she could not picture what he was trying to describe. The notion of digging special tunnels for waste did not make sense in her mind. Waste was for making plants grow. Why separate it off? At last he simply enlisted her help in filling in the stink-holes with dirt. And the toilet in the room with the skylight became a planter. There was plenty to eat in the overgrown garden. Layla's greatest skill lay in tending plants. She was delighted to discover a wide variety of plants gone to seed: potatoes, lambs' ears, daylilies, onions, and more. Within a few weeks she had set up a larder in the basement. Braided bulbs hung over shelves of tubers. Using the marvelous tools they found, Chris built a rack so she could dry herbs. Every day Layla was thankful for the blessing of the house. Chris also built some small animal traps, and some nights they feasted on squirrels and rabbits. They hauled stones up from the river bank and built a fire pit. Chris used the scythe and the loppers to clear a space for it. One night as they lay under the stars, Layla said, "I've been thinking about something." It was unusual for her to have an independent idea. "Yes?" "I've been thinking about... not taking my tea anymore." She kept staring up at the inky sky, not at his face. It was as if she didn't want to see his reaction. Chris studied her profile. "Do you want to make a baby?" She rolled to her side and looked at him. "Is it safe now?" "As safe as it will ever be." His eyes glimmered into hers. "Oh, Chris. Really? Can we?" His mouth fell to hers in a no-holds-barred kiss. "We can try." They made love in the moonlight, naked as Adam and Eve. A new hunger infused their desire. Though the weather was growing chill, they coupled with only the sky above them and the earth below. Chris laid his lips to the place where the baby would come, mouthing his woman into ecstasy before he mounted her. "I love you, Layla." "I love you, Chris." He rode her with his eyes on hers, telling her with his body and soul. Then he rolled them both over and held her aloft. "I feel your heartbeat inside me," she whispered. Chris looked up at her, dazzled by the sight of her breasts silhouetted against the constellations. Her face was radiant. It was as if he'd never seen her before. Layla who followed, Layla who was younger than he. Layla who knew nothing of the old ways, the magic and luxuries the previous generations had enjoyed. Now she would bear his child. Drunk with desire, he imagined her a queen, a mother to a new race. He planted his seed in her belly with a groan. Immediately she rolled to her back and lifted her knees. Chris knelt before her, as a man worshipping a goddess, and lifted her hindquarters. They held the pose as long as they could, hoping his sperm would mate with her egg. It didn't take much practice; Layla's next blood-time never came, but the morning sickness did. Chris was very careful with her. He worked twice as hard to provide every comfort he could, and stayed her hand from any heavy lifting. For the second time in their relationship, he consulted her regarding a major decision. "Winter will come calling," Chris announced. "We have two choices. We can travel south, so you can have the baby in a warmer climate, or we can stay here, so you don't have to travel." "I don't want to leave our home." "I don't want to leave, either. But I had to offer you the choice. Besides, if we had no Marauders til now, it seems to me they would be the ones heading south. If there are any." Layla nodded in sage agreement. "That makes sense. What do we do next?" A fireplace would have to be built; Chris studied the design of the house very carefully before he selected the site. He dragged in stones and fussed with the existing duct work. One by one, he closed off the smaller rooms, so only the center of the home would be heated. The glass jars were handy for keeping food fresh in the running stream. Sometimes animals found their cache, which irked them. Chris plundered the basement for supplies, rigging different designs for lids and locks. He also refused to make love to Layla as her belly rounded. "We can't take a chance," he told her. She wanted other kinds of sexual play but Chris resisted. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea for her to have an orgasm. What if it dislodged the baby? But Layla convinced him that the mother's happiness would be good for the child; so after a while, he consented to mutual masturbation. He pleasured her often with his mouth, talking love-words to the mother as well as the unborn. Layla squealed softly with delight. "What are you saying down there?" She wiggled. "I'm telling our son all the secrets of a lifetime." "Do you think we'll have a boy?" She kissed him, tasting her own sticky juices on his face. "Or a girl. A daughter. She'll be as beautiful as you." "Mmmm, I love you so." The next day the first flakes of snow appeared. Layla asked, "You're sure you can help me when the time comes?" He took both his hands in hers. "To be honest, I've never seen it done. But if women and men have been reproducing for thousands of years, well, how bad can it be?" Layla shrugged and giggled. "I guess we don't have much choice now anyhow." "That's right." The fire made their haven cozy. Layla stretched her feet to its warmth. She was starting to say something to her mate, wondering what to name their child, when a sound reached their ears. Something, or someone, was banging along the side of the house. They hushed. Chris was on his feet in a lightning strike. He met Layla's eyes and pointed, south, then straight down. Silent as falling snow she obeyed, creeping toward the room where the door to the basement was her portal to safety. She hesitated. Just around the corner she turned and paused. Her breathing was very slow and quiet, like a deer holding still in the woods. The banging sounded again. Layla hurried down the steps, as fast as she dared with the baby in her belly. The ceiling dots weren't working because it was night. She didn't dare light a candle, either. But she knew the rooms very well by feel. The cool hard canister was where it had always been. Voices sounded above her head. Layla squeezed her eyes tight for a moment and prayed. _Oh, God, if You exist, please, protect my man and my baby_. Back up the stairs she trundled. Her back ached. She rounded the corner just as Chris was saying, "What do you want?" "You know what I want. Everything that's yours." The man was dirty and cold- looking. His face was pinched and his hair was greasy. He held Chris at bay with a blade in one hand, a club of some kind in the other. The man's gaze flicked at Layla as she entered the room. "I'll be takin' your woman, too." His lips curled back in an ugly semblance of a grin. "Leave her alone! Can't you see she's pregnant!" "Bet you had fun gettin' her that way. Whatcha got there, missy?" Layla advanced, holding the red container in front of her like a peace offering. "You know what this is?" "Layla! No!" They ignored Chris. He didn't dare move. "Where'd you get that?" The stranger's voice was hoarse. He looked angry, lustful, and a little frightened. He gestured with the knife. "Take off the lid. Slow. Let me smell it." Chris stood transfixed. Layla could feel the tension emanating from his body. She knew he was waiting for an opening. She fumbled with the cap. "Don't fuck with me, woman, or I'll kill your man in front of you." Layla focused. She finished removing the yellow phallic thing. Then she lifted her eyes to the intruder's face. He set down the club and held out his hand. "Throw it here." She tossed him the lid. He waved it under his nose, inhaling the fumes. "It's _real_," he marveled. "Where did you get this?!" Layla hadn't thought that far. She looked to Chris for the answer. "There's more where that came from. Listen. It doesn't have to be this way. You can live peaceably with us. There's plenty of room and enough to eat." "Fuck you!" snarled the stranger. He darted toward Chris in a sudden attack. Chris jumped out of the way; the knife left a bloody trail down his arm. Layla shrieked and threw the red thing at the stranger. Gasoline rainbowed through the air, landing in the man's face. He sputtered and whirled, lashing out in a blind fury. Chris kicked him into the fire. _Whoosh!_ The body caught in a terrible blaze. The man pitched and yowled but only succeeded in stumbling against the stone walls. The couple stared in horror as the victim rose to his knees, staggered, and fell a final time. "Shit!" yelled Chris. He grabbed the bucket of sand by the hearth and coated the floor in front of the fireplace. "That was close," he gasped. The pungent smells of petroleum and burning flesh filled the room. This would be a much harder stink to clean up. Layla buried her face in her husband's shoulder. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she sobbed. "Sshh, ssshhh. It's not your fault, honey." He held her and rocked her. "It's like I told you. Some people will do _anything_ for a gallon of gas." * * * _Literotica authors receive no remuneration other than your vote and comment. Kindly take a moment to click, and if you are so moved, post a few words. You can do so anonymously. Sincere thanks ~~~ L8._ One night, I was driving my Ford in an empty highway. I was so eager to arrive at my destination that I was going really fast, way past the speed limit. Suddenly, I heard a siren and saw a patrol car right behind me. When I turned around and looked back, the policeman gave me a signal to pull over. I obeyed, cursing my damn luck. When he approached my vehicle, he asked for my license and registration. I gave him the appropriate papers but he ordered me to step out of the car. I was a little bit worried because we were alone in the middle of nowhere and he was a well-built, black guy. It was summertime, so I was wearing just a pair of tennis shorts and no underwear. "Spread your legs and bend over the hood!" he shouted. Once again, I followed his orders without asking why. Then, he pulled out his truncheon and started rubbing it against my ass. When it reached my asshole, I said: "Is this all you got, officer?" "Shut up!" he said and with an abrupt move he grabbed my neck and forced me to kneel before him. He pulled down his pants and took out a massive, black cock. "Suck my dick, boy!" he yelled. He didn't have to ask me twice. I took his tool in my mouth right away, sucking as hard as I could. I licked his cockhead and his balls. He was having the time of his life, fucking my mouth. As I deep-throated his cock, I squeezed his balls, so as to make him even hornier. A few moments later, he pulled his rod out of my mouth and ordered me to turn around. As I bent over once more, he pulled down my shorts and started jerking off at the sight of my bare ass. "I'm gonna fuck you real good and you're gonna beg for more!" he said. I grabbed my cheeks and spread them wide open, in order to tease him. That was the last straw for him. With a violent move, he pushed his shaft against my tight hole. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" I screamed. His big cock was stretching me out and his balls slapped loudly against my butt. In a frenzy of lust, he began to slap my ass really hard as he fucked me. I urged him not to stop. "Go, motherfucker, go! Give me all you got! Harder, harder!" The policeman had thrust every inch of his large dick inside my ass. When I realized that he was about to cum I yelled: "Cum on my ass!" With a loud howl, he shot his load on my ass. When he was through, he slapped my ass with his cock, three or four times. I could feel his hot cum on my asshole. I thought that my nocturnal adventure was over but the policeman had other plans. He went to his car and activated the CB radio. I couldn't hear what he was saying. Ten minutes later, a police van arrived out of the blue. Two black officers came out and ordered me to get inside the back of the van. They closed the doors and began undressing themselves. I knew what was about to happen and I was really excited. I was already naked and I looked at their large cocks. The patrol officer drove off; he was really exhausted. This time, they didn't have to give me any orders. I grabbed both their shafts and started sucking them by turns. They were surprised and erected at the same time. Suddenly, one of them got down on his knees and grabbed my ass. It was time for some back door action. I kept sucking the other man's rod, as his colleague rubbed his cock on my ass. I was eager to be fucked again, so I said: "What are you waiting for? Shove your huge cock up my ass!" The black stallion thrust his tool inside me all at once. I relaxed for a moment and then I squeezed his dick in my asshole. He really liked that. As he started pushing his cock in and out of my ass, I screamed: "Faster! Deeper!" Realizing that the other cop wanted a piece of my ass, I suggested that we changed positions. Now, the buttfucker was in my mouth and the other guy was fucking my ass lying on the floor. As I mounted his rod, I moaned with pleasure, ruthlessly sucking the other man's cock and rubbing his balls. After a while, we changed positions for one final time. The first cop kept fucking my mouth, while the other had got up from the floor and was pounding my tight hole doggy-style. Each man had developed a powerful rhythm. One of them was fucking my ass, shoving his shaft deeper and deeper; the other was fucking my mouth with his balls slapping against my chin. When they told me that they were about to cum, I said: "Cum inside my wet mouth! Spread your hot cream inside my ass!" Simultaneously, they pulled out of my mouth and my ass and started jerking off. Soon, I would be full of cum. The guy in front of me screamed: "Open your mouth!" I obeyed and, a few seconds later, he shoved his rod inside my mouth and filled it with his hot fluid. I swallowed every drop and kept sucking him. Soon afterwards, the other man shouted: "Stretch your asshole, here I cum!" Instantly, he spread my cheeks and pushed his cock inside me with a violent thrust, filling my ass with his cum. His tool exploded inside me and I felt his cum burning my asshole. In the end, we were all very tired and satiated. Another "hard" day was over for the "Anal Patrol!" |
The moment I walked into the kitchen, I knew something was wrong. Later, I determined what it had been, that triggered the fine hairs on my neck and arms to rise and a jolt of adrenaline to sing along my nerves. In outward appearance, the modest kitchen, located in the center of the house, didn't seem occupied or disturbed. I just knew I wasn't alone. Turning swiftly back toward the exterior door to the garage, my mind already had the priorities in order; keys in hand, get in car, lock doors, drive away, call police. A nice plan. I almost made it. I vaulted into the car, straining to be quiet, listen for telltale footsteps of pursuit and get the keys in the ignition all at the same time. As I was turning over the engine and reaching for the overhead button that rolled up the garage door, a razor edge emerged silver-quick at my throat, and I froze in my seat. "Turn it off." The man's voice was menacing and the knife pressed under my chin was hot, as if he had carried it in his hand or against his skin, waiting for me. I drew in short, frantic breaths through flared nostrils, slowly turned off the car's engine and put both hands on the steering wheel. Adrenaline continued to flood through my body. "What do you want?" I asked, shakily. "Rules, sweetheart. Here they are, and I'm only going to say them once, so pay attention. Number one. You do not talk unless I ask you a direct question." "I..." the moment I started to speak, the blade's point pricked the sensitive skin under my jaw. I hissed a startled breath, straining my head high and hard against the headrest. I felt a tiny rivulet of blood begin to creep maddeningly down my neck. "I suppose I should have started with what happens if you break the rules, but I think you have a pretty good idea now, don't you, sweetheart?" His voice was too close to my right ear. He sounded vaguely muffled, like he might be wearing a mask. I sidled a glance at the rearview mirror, but it was canted at an odd angle and I couldn't see anything. "Number two," he continued. "You must obey my directions, quickly and calmly, as soon as they are given." I noticed his speech had fallen into a rhythm, almost as if he had rehearsed the words over and over. That meant one of two things to me; he had either done this before with others, or I was the subject of an intense, pre-meditated fantasy. The blade eased from my throat slightly, and I concentrated on keeping my body from trembling. "Number three. You will not attempt to signal outsiders for help, or try to escape. Believe me, I know what you'll try, and it will only hurt you. And lastly..." He paused, lifting a lock of hair from my shoulder. There was an audible indrawn breath as he inhaled, savoring the smell of my expensive shampoo. "You will call me master." Having no choice but to comply, I did as I was bidden. We were an hour on the highway, headed north into Virginia. We were still in our places, but I had been ordered to pass my purse to the back, to keep my hands on the wheel at all times, and not to touch the rearview mirror. I had heard him rifling carefully through the contents of my purse and noted the soft chime of my cell phone being turned off. Other than driving directions, he had remained silent. I tried not to think about the rules, focusing on who might report me missing and how I might escape. There was plenty of time to contemplate running the car off the road or into another vehicle, but traffic was light and as each opportunity presented itself and passed, I just couldn't bring myself to such drastic steps. Not yet. As I drove, night caught us, a Cheshire moon rising from the horizon, glinting through acres of swampy trees. Between rural exits, I was directed to slow down and turn off onto an unmarked track, well- lined with new gravel. We bumped along and I felt him lean forward again, in anticipation, I guessed. His eagerness for the event made me nauseous, and angry, and rash. Enraged, I viciously slammed on the brakes, skidding us nearly head-long into a tree, and keyed the doorlock release. His grunt of surprise followed me out the door, and I flew back down the path toward the highway. I barely heard his booted footsteps over my panicked, ragged breathing. Loose gravel is like quicksand to high heels, and I didn't get very far before his arm, strong as banded steel, snaked around my waist and snatched me off my feet against his chest. He carried me bodily back to the car, ignoring my futile screams and cursing. For my trouble, all I scored were a few nail marks on his forearms and a brief glimpse of a ski-mask covered face. As we reached the driver's door, still standing open with inviting yellow lights, he set me back onto my feet, spun me around to face him, and cuffed me hard across the cheek with his fist, rocking me back against the door frame. A flash of light and a bloom of intense pain from my abused eye and face dazed me. He bustled me into the car, passenger side this time, got into the driver's seat, and we moved back down the path, away from the highway, and freedom. The house was a converted government utilities installation. The heavy concrete edifice had only a few small clerestory windows, solid steel doors and smoothly worn linoleum checked floors. The former offices had undergone a functional conversion to living spaces. I only caught a glimpse of the kitchen and another room lined with bookshelves before I was pushed unceremoniously into a small, gray cell. He slammed the door, leaving me in utter darkness, as I screamed and beat on the steel paneled door with my fists. Incoherently, I pleaded for a few moments, tearfully begging for release. The hiss-click of an overhead speaker sounded and I instinctively stopped to listen, my eyes wide in the blackness. "I am counting the words you utter without permission, child. Each one will require a penance." His voice sounded tinny in the ancient public address speaker, but the impact of his threat stung and I clapped my hands over my swollen lips. Swallowing my panic, I shook my head hard, hands in fists, trying to regain control of myself. I took some deep breaths, felt my heart slow to a more reasonable pace and made a decision. I wanted to live, so I would chose to follow the rules while I gained more information on how I could escape. I took him by surprise before. I could do it again. He let me stew for a long, long time. I noted the smell of bleach and mildew, and the absolute denial of exterior light or sound. I suddenly felt bone-weary and unable to move, so I sat on the cold concrete floor and dozed. The lights were on some sort of timer, and when they flared unexpectedly to life, waking me from my huddled crouch by the door, I got a look at my new amenities. The room was narrow and long, approximately eight feet wide and thirty feet long. The walls were concrete block painted a pearly pale pink, and were at least twenty feet high. There was no bed, just a thick microfoam pad on the floor, the expensive kind invented by NASA. I pushed my palm into the pad and it held my handprint for several seconds. Also at this end of the room was a steel sink with an automatic sensor. I waved my hand under the faucet, triggering a short trickle of water that ceased flowing when I removed my hand. A steel toilet sat next to the sink. It too had an automatic flushing system triggered by a sensor. Maneuvering toward the other end of the hallway-like cell, I frowned at a series of rusted steel rings positioned symmetrically on either side of the corridor at varying heights. Some were far above my head. Looking back, I noticed that there was a similar ring hanging from the wall near the foam mattress. The far end of the room ended in an open, tiled shower section with a sophisticated set of sprayer heads on all three walls, each able to be repositioned individually. It looked newly installed. The strangest object in the room was the hook. It was some sort of industrial hook the size of my outspread hand, attached to a retractable cable winch. The strange part was that it was mounted to the ceiling. The grey pitted hook hung down ominously on a few inches of slack cable, swaying tentatively in the air pumped in by a nearby vent. The vent was covered by a sturdy metal grill. The grill looked new. The hook and winch did not. I shuffled back to the faucet and cupped a palmful of water, sniffing carefully before I drank. The trickle was tepid but palatable, and I gulped down several swallows. I washed my hands and tear-stained face, drying both on the hem of my heavily-wrinkled silk blouse. There was nothing else to do but sit on the mattress and wait, so I did. Two more cycles of the lights passed with not contact and I started to panic. My stomach rumbled loudly and I wondered if I was going to be left here to starve. Only fear of repercussions kept me from asking questions or begging for answers from the speaker high up on the wall. Eventually, I drifted off to an uneasy sleep again, my head pillowed on my bruised hands. The next time the lights turned off, a red light came on. Bathing the cold room in a baleful red glow, my cell took on the ambience of a slaughterhouse. A heavy metal lock cycled on the door and I scuttled against the wall. The man in the doorway was dressed in dark clothing of a military style, BDU pants tucked into tall black boots and a dark t-shirt. He carried a bulky canvas duffel bag, which clanked when he entered my room and set it on the floor. He stood, hands casually resting in his pockets as, amazingly, the door behind him closed slowly, mechanically, then cycled the lock shut with a loud thunk. I studied his face in the reddish light. Tanned skin covered high cheekbones in a smoothly oval face. He was handsome, with a small, well-formed mouth and broad forehead that implied intelligence. He had short dark hair and a precisely sculptured goatee, but there was nothing prissy about this man. I inhaled deeply as we eyed one another, and I caught his scent, an underlying musk that was more an extension of his presence than the cologne. It was intoxicating and familiar. I remembered him now. In my company's elevator we had been jostled together by the press of Friday afternoon coworkers hurrying to start the weekend. He was an electrician with a contractor badge hanging from his belt. I remembered the smell of him, intensified by the crush of bodies. The scent had been intensely sexually arousing then. Now, the situation had changed. "Remove your clothes." Without moving, I continued to stare at him, initiating a sort of test of wills. That lasted mere seconds before he lunged at me and caught one of my wrists in an iron grip. The room was too narrow for me to have attempted any kind of evasion, so all I could do was give a startled jerk and tense against his hold on my arm. With one swift motion, he snagged the collar of my silk blouse and tugged down hard. It shredded in a spray of popped buttons and rent seams, leaving a raw fabric burn where it had grated against my neck. Yanking me toward him, to my horror, he removed a stiff leather collar from the bag and buckled it around my neck. I fought him like a cat with nails and teeth, but he was too strong and skilled at restraining my flailing limbs. Next came similar leather restraints for my wrists and a thin, plastic coated metal cable that was threaded through the rings on both cuffs. One end he affixed to my collar, the other to the ring low on the wall by the mattress. It was only a foot or so long, so I was forced to huddle close to the wall, my hands nestled up by my face. Panting with fruitless exertion and fright, I watched his next actions with wild eyes. He produced a dull set of shears and cut off the rest of my clothing, leaving me exposed and sick in the cool air. He took a moment, sitting back on his heels, just looking at my trussed, nude form. I took some pride in my body, having kept a reasonable amount of sleek muscle through daily exercise, but now I curled up, hating him, covering my breasts and nether region with bent knees and elbows. After a moment, he grunted in satisfaction, added ankle restraints to my legs, then unattached my main cable from the wall. He yanked me up, dragged me over to the middle part of the room, to the rows of rings. He attached me so I could stand, then went back to the bag. Over the next few minutes, using more cable, my arms and legs were stretched across the width of the room, with enough slack to allow me to stand, but not lower my arms. My collar was attached to a very high ring, using a special metal rod he had brought with him. There was no slack at all for my neck. I had to stand on my toes or the boiled leather would cut into my jaw, closing off my air supply. Shivering in terror, I trembled like a fly-stung horse. I heard more rustling from behind me, but could not move my head far enough to see what was coming. A snake like-hiss of leather on stone echoed in my ears, and the first stroke of the lash fell like a hammer across my back. I screamed and then choked as my legs gave out from the intense pain licking across my shoulder. "STAND UP." His command was in my interests so I managed to obey, gulping in huge mouthfuls of air. He moved up behind me and murmured in my ear. "You will receive 4 more lashes for the words you uttered today without permission. This is only for today. Starting tomorrow, you will receive a lash per word." I sobbed at the thought of four more strikes from his whip, but my cries went unheeded and the lash flew as he said, causing livid welts to crawl across my back, buttocks, thighs and belly. My legs shook violently with the effort to maintain my airway, and my shoulders ached from where I jerked against each whipcrack. I cried out with relief when it was over, but my reprieve was short-lived. I felt him move behind me and I whimpered as his fingers traced the bruised lines he had created on my skin. His hand glided down my body, slipping between my thighs, rubbing my vulva with his fingers. I arched on my toes and squirmed away from him, but I had nowhere to go. His finger probed inside my vagina, but I was tense and tight with fear. He withdrew his finger for a moment, and I continued to tremble, taking in short rasping breaths. He probed again between my thighs, but this time with the tip of his hard phallus. There was a sickeningly cool gel easing his passage that made me shiver. Grasping my hips, he held me steady for his slow, deep penetration. Tears rolled down my face, dripping off my breasts to pool on the floor. He seated himself completely, forcing my unwilling body to conform around him. He was big, bigger than I was used to, and it hurt. He waited as my passage eased, then started steady upward strokes. The thrusts grew stronger and harder, causing me to cry out. He wound his hand in my disheveled hair and jerked my head back. "You don't like performing your duty, woman?" He thrust savagely inside me, and I choked. Moans of pain and shame emerged from my throat, but he persisted. "Answer me child!" The command was hissed against my cheek. "N-no!" I managed, rocking forward on my toes from his continued pumping. "No what child?" "No, master!" I screamed hoarsely, hating myself for naming him thus. The pounding stopped and I sagged slightly. His member withdrew from between my thighs. My eyes widened in shock as his hot, slick cock was repositioned at my anal orifice and began to press inward. "Perhaps you will enjoy this more, my child." He pushed harder and I sobbed, panting in pain, my hands clawing at the restraints. The head of his phallus slipped inside me with a silent pop, and he slowly shifted the rest of the shaft inside. It was unbearable. I felt like I was being split in half, as he impaled me on his member. Again, once he was completely inside my opening, he paused, and the pulse of his heartbeat echoed, thumping, through every tissue in my body. The thrusts began anew, his fingers digging into my flanks. He didn't just thrust; he worked inside me, moving in arcs and spirals. It seemed as if hours passed and he never grew tired, going on and on with his violation. There was no attempt to pleasure me, no fingertips on my breasts or clitoris, no words of encouragement or direction for me to attempt to orgasm. I was a vessel, a sheath, an animal to be used. Eventually, my shaking legs failed me. For a moment, I supported my weight using my arms, but that couldn't last, and my weight on the leather collar began to choke me. I took a short series of gurgling breaths, but that was all. I was out of strength and air, and still he plundered me from behind. Sparkles flooded my vision and my mouth gaped and worked like a beached fish. It was at that point that languid warmth began to fill me, starting at my feet and quickly suffusing my core and limbs as I started to lose consciousness. I felt excited breaths on the tortured skin of my back as he realized that I was finally truly relaxed and limp, the last remnant of my resistance stripped away. I was completely and utterly at his mercy, where I might live or die at his whim. Apparently, that was what he wanted, and had been waiting for. His torture and violation of my body had just been killing time until I was broken, mind and spirit. At last, he gave one final stroke, we came together. He jerked and cried out in pleasure, pouring his seed deep within me. Distantly, as I suffocated, my inner walls spasmed in a reluctant but massive orgasm, rippling motes of pleasure merged with the tingling in my extremities. I had stopped trying to breathe or think, or feel anything beyond the raging fire that accompanied me down into oblivion. My last conscious thought was that I never imagined this is how it would feel to die. _To be continued..._ |
Charley is 25, reasonably good looking, has an interesting job and does all right with the girls. OK. To be honest, he liked girls and has been known to date them if he could. He'd even managed to get laid a few times. Well, if you insist on knowing, three times but he didn't have to pay for it. All right, I'll admit he had to pay the second time, but he didn't know she was a hooker until afterwards. He still says she wasn't a real hooker but just trying to get compensation for the way he made love. None of the girls he'd talked into bed had ever stuck around for a second night, and Charley was just a little despondent over this. Now one of Charley's little hobbies was beach combing, so any night that he didn't have a date Charley would wander down to the beach and check to see what the tide had washed up. Now that I think of it, he spent a lot of evenings at the beach. But on this particular day Charley was to have a change of luck. He found the bottle, one of those old wine bottles in a wicker basket, quite pretty even if it was a bit grotty, so Charley did the old polish the bottle to see what it was like clean. Now I'm sure you're all expecting the big puff of smoke, the genie emerging, Charlie shitting his pants in fright and the three wishes, but it just doesn't happen that way. There was this little popping sound when Charlie did the polish bit, and the Genie was sitting on Charley's shoulder. A good three inches tall, light blue in colour and a really natty suit. (Made by Gieves & Hawkes in London. Prices start at $5,000.) Now Charley looks at this little genie and the little genie looks at Charley. "You're a genie?" queried Charley. "Your perspicacity does you credit, o noble master. I am indeed a genie. Your genie. You may call me Abdul." "You're a very small genie, aren't you? Is Abdul your real name." "If you have to live in a bottle that size, you'd better be bloody small and no, my name is not Abdul. If you ever learn to speak basic genie I will be delighted to tell you my proper name, but because you currently don't, let's go with Abdul." "If I'm your master, does that mean you have to give me three wishes?" Charley asked, suddenly getting with the plot. "Not exactly," said Abdul. "There's been some changes since the fairy tales were written. One of those changes is that the genie council has decided that, because of human overpopulation, the lucky bottle finders are reduced to one wish. And you have to ask for it today. We're busy people you know." "So I get one wish, but it can be anything I want," said Charley with a very large smirk on his face. "One wish, and we mean one, and we don't allow wriggle room. You think it over and remember, one means one. By the way, the council has gone politically correct and reserves the right to veto any wishes they feel don't match their criteria. They've also gone green so any wishes have to be energy neutral. And they're pro-life, so don't even think of trying to smite any enemies you may have." "That last bit doesn't matter. I don't have any enemies. Can I wish for eternal life? That's pro-life." "No enemies? I can think of three women who can't stand you. Especially that fake hooker who made you pay up after your sex session. No. You can't wish for eternal life. To give you extra life we'd have to deduct it from other people. Books have to be kept in balance, you know." "Can I wish for a fortune?" "That's one of the easier ones to grant. No worries from my end but are you thinking this through?" "What do you mean?" asked Charley suspiciously. "It's like this," said the genie. "I dump a hundred million into your bank account and you're rich. Then the IRS want to know where you got the money. Think they believe in genies? The Home Security guys, they'll think terrorist money and they'll be all over you, and even if they do believe in genies they'll point out I'm from Arabia and probably a terrorist. You really want the hassles?" "How about charisma? Could you make me so charismatic that women will flock to me and I'll get laid every night." "That's another easy one for me. I just take a smidgeon of charisma from a few million men and dump it on you. Women will be falling out of trees trying to get to you and screw you. They'll also want to get pregnant by you. Can you afford hundreds of cases of child support?" Charley was starting to get really narked now. What was the use of a wish if it wouldn't even get him laid? A thought. "True love?" he queried. "Rules say we can't coerce another person, and to be your true love we'd need a lot of coercion." Charley was getting more than narked now. He considered carefully, what did he really want? Well, that was easy enough. He wanted to get laid, repeatedly. Now, how could he achieve this with a wish. The problem seemed to lie in his abilities as a lover. He'd heard what a couple of those girls had claimed about him, and while he didn't believe it maybe he could learn how to better treat a woman. How to be a bit more like his boss, Randy, who always seemed to be successful with women. How could he learn how Randy treated them? "Abdul, is it possible to change me into a woman for a day?" he asked. Abdul considered this and then nodded. "I can do this. To balance the equation I'd have to change a female into a male for the same period of time, but if I do this to a baby still in the womb then no-one will notice and the baby would revert to female when you revert to male. Yes, I can do this." "OK, Abdul. My boss Randy is currently between girlfriends. My wish is this: when I go out tonight I want to be a female who Randy will find incredibly attractive, and I want it to be mutual. I want to be in a position to experience love making from the female side, so that when I revert to being a man I'll remember exactly how to please a woman in bed." Abdul considered this. Charley seemed to have all bases covered except one. "I assume that you won't want to get pregnant if you intend to have sex, right?" Charley blinked. Getting knocked up was not something a man usually had to consider. "Ah, right. No pregnancy." "Not a problem," said Abdul. "I'll just make sure you're in a safe stage of your cycle and you'll be fine. And I'll even switch your clothes with female things when I switch you. Give a yell if you need me." With these parting words and a little pop, Abdul vanished. Charley considered the bottle and thought that he'd better take that home. You never knew when you might need a genie in a bottle. Charley dressed with care that night. He wanted to look good so that transformed, he'd be a hit. Finally he was ready to go and called for Abdul. There was a pop and there also, was Abdul. "I'm ready for my switch, Abdul," said an excited Charley. "Let's go." "No rush, Charley," said Abdul. "I assume you don't want to look like a two bit hooker out trolling for drunken sailors?" "What?" "I thought not. I think we'd better go for my choice of clothes rather than yours. When you meet Randy, why don't you observe his style. I checked him out and he's quite a neat dresser. Now to work." Charlie wasn't quite sure what happened next, but he felt a lot of strange twisting within himself and then he wasn't himself. He hesitated, not quite sure what to do, but quickly sensing everything felt normal, just not what he was used to. He strolled across to the mirror to check his new figure, giving his hair a gentle pay as he admired himself. "I make one gorgeous chick," he thought. "I wouldn't mind dating me sometime." "OK, Charley, you're now Cherri. That's spelt with a double R and an I. When Randy introduces himself he'll probably call himself Randolph. I suggest you keep in mind that Randolph is his proper name, nor Randy. Now go and enjoy yourself, and don't forget your purse." Cherri headed out to conquer and learn. Arriving at the nightclub that Randolph normally frequented, Cherri found herself ushered in with a minimum of fuss. No waiting around and needing to bribe her way in the way Charley had to. This was great. Up to the bar to buy a drink and there were four offers to get one before she had a chance to order. Nice guys, but her target was further down the bar. Cherri moved slowly towards the spot that Randolph occupied. "Wow," she thought, "He is a honey. Cute and I like his outfit. Yes, definitely my type of man." She lifted a hand to signal the barman and ordered a cocktail. Even as she was reaching for her purse, she heard a husky voice saying, "Please. Let me." She turned and smiled as Randolph continued. "Hi. I'm Randolph. I've never seen you here before. You are?" "Hullo. I'm new here and I don't know anyone in the area yet. I'm Cherri." After that things went smoothly. They enjoyed drinks and small talk, danced and talked some more. Randolph bought her dinner and they had a few more drinks. Cherri was finding she was quite excited over this handsome man who was making such a determined play for her. She could feel little ripples of excitement low in her stomach, and her breasts were aching, longing to be touched. She knew she was being seduced by an expert and didn't object at all. She found she was actually admiring her technique, for some reason committing it to memory. Randolph never did ask her to go home with him, just seeming to know when the time was right and escorting her out to a waiting taxi. "I didn't notice you order a taxi," she observed as he slid into the back beside her. "I didn't," came the confident reply. "I have an arrangement with the bartender to call one when I want it and to signal me when it arrives. Saves me a lot of bother." "Should I ask where we're going?" "You can ask, but why bother. You can probably guess," said Randolph, pulling her towards him. Cherri relaxed and let him kiss her, enjoying the sensation and barely noticing that observer standing back in her head taking little mental notes. As they rode along, Randolph gently cupped her breast, not intruding inside her clothes but holding it and giving it a light caress that sent shivers through her. What would it be like if he had his hand on her naked breast she couldn't help wondering. Cherri found Randolph's hand was resting on her knee, causing more little ripples of excitement. Should she move it or not? No need really. It was just holding her. More kisses distracted her for a while until a slight lull caused her to be once more of his hand. It had moved higher and was gently stoking her inner thighs, not trying to go too high but letting her body know it was there and could go higher at any moment. Cherri found she was now breathing hard, but before she could do or say anything Randolph spoke. "We're reached my place, Cherri. Are you coming up for some coffee, or do you want to go on home?" Cherri looked at him smiling at her and swallowed. "I think I'd like some coffee," she murmured huskily. In the elevator neither spoke. Randolph was quietly confident in what was going to happen while Cherri was unsure but eager to find out. "This is a lovely dress you wearing," he noted. "It's designed by Jean Paul Gaultier if I'm not mistaken." "It is. You know your designers it appears," said Cherri. "I have seen some of his other work. He's one of the best. "You know," he added thoughtfully, "It would be a shame if you got coffee stains on such a lovely item. Why don't you slip it off and hang it over the chair. I can find you something more casual to slip into." "If it's not too much trouble?" "Not at all. Here let me help you," returned Randolph and somehow, without really intending it, Cherri found that her dress had been slipped off and was now hanging over the back of a chair, leaving her standing there in shoes, stockings and bikini panties. "Beautiful," murmured Randolph, reaching up and stroking her breast. "Why would you want these covered up? The place is warm. Come sit beside me like that." He gently manoeuvred her onto the couch next to him, returning to the serious business of kissing her, but this time when his hand edged down to her breast, there was no impediment to his touch and the previous light excitement Cherri had felt exploded into a wave of feelings, moving down from her breast and tugging at her more private regions. Soon she was lying back on the couch, Randolph kneeling on the floor beside her, his mouth wandering over her breasts and stomach. His hand were now dancing around her legs, parting them slipping between them, stroking them. She felt him tracing lazy circles on the skin of her inner thighs, sending little shivers into her, and all this time he never once touched her panties or tried to encroach on the sensitive mound they protected. Cherri could feel heat rising up through her, feel her vagina dewing over and preparing for a sweet invasion. Her whole mound was gently but insistently throbbing now and she could feel her lips swelling and parting, waiting. And still he wouldn't touch her there! What was wrong with the man? The skilful playing continued. Cherri was breathing hard now, trying to twist herself to let her pussy make contact with those tantalising fingers, only to have them drift out of reach. Randolph ran his hand the length of Cherri's legs, tracing the stockings down to her feet and slipping off her shoes. He considered the stockings for a moment and decided, no, they could stay. Now his hands came slowly wandering back up her legs, edging ever nearer to that mound that was quivering in expectation. Still teasing and driving her wild, his hand separated as he reached that junction, darting up either side of her hips to fasten on the string sides of her panties. Then looking into her eyes Randolph slowly drew them down and off, tossing them to one side, and still holding her prisoner with his eyes he reached up and suddenly clamped a hand firmly upon her mound, squeezing. Poor Cherri didn't have a chance. After the long slow build-up, the heat was bubbling within her like a furnace ready to blow, and blow it did when Randolph gave her pussy that final shock. Cherri convulsed, the unexpected orgasm forcing a scream from her as her whole body lifted with the spasms that tore into her. She gasped and shuddered as the climax passed through her, idly noting that Randolph was now standing and undressing. Even as she noticed this she saw him moving onto the couch between her legs and she saw that he was magnificently erect. An idle thought crossed her mind. "I haven't even touched it yet and now he's going to use it." She watched curiously for a moment as Randolph parted her lips and moved the head of his erection between them, and then all curiosity was swept away as he plunged into her, driving down and into her vagina, filling her, turning all her thoughts to mush, her only knowledge the sizeable cock that was within her. Her softness gave to his hardness, his strength turning her body to weakness, his dominance causing her immediate yielding. Randolph lay upon her, his weight pressing her down, but Cherri had no thought of struggling. He was dominating her, she had to do what he wanted, wanted to do it. She rejoiced at the hardness filling her, and pressed herself eagerly against it. Then Randolph commenced to ride her, driving her along, riding hard. He didn't need a whip to make her go. That long hard rod that hammered relentlessly into her was all the goad she needed, making her struggle to keep up, rearing to meet each downward thrust. The ride was too hard and fast for a long race, and Cherri was handicapped be the climax she'd just suffered through. All too soon Cherri could feel the pressure building, and then she hit the finish line again, with another climax crashing through her. Randolph felt Cherri climaxing again, her convulsions triggering his need, causing him to frantically spill his seed with her. Lying quietly next to Cherri, relaxing, Randolph finally ventured to speak. "That was a very good start to the night. Why don't we go through to the bedroom and see what else we can do." He picked Cherri up, waited for, but not expecting, a protest and then carried her through to the next room, laying her on the bed. "It's time we got further acquainted," he murmured, moving next to her. Cherri returned home next morning. It had been an interesting night and he was sure he'd learnt a lot. He couldn't wait to try out some of those techniques. With what he now knew, women would be putty in his hands. He bounced into his flat, calling for Abdul. "Ha, Abdul. Everything went swell. You can switch me back to a male anytime now." There was that little pop and Abdul was there. Not on Charley's shoulder but on the table, looking distinctly nervous. "Um, yes. About that change back. There's this tiny little problem. It wasn't my fault. Really it wasn't. How was I to know?" "What are you talking about, Abdul?' asked Charley nervously. "You're not saying I'm pregnant or something like that?" he added in sudden horror. "No, no. It's nothing like that. Nothing to do with you personally. You're fine." "Then why is that little blue rat looking so nervous?" wondered Charley. "Then what is it, Abdul. You can tell me. Why can't you change me back right now and when can you do it?" Abdul looked at the table. "It's the kid," he said. "More information, Abdul. What kid?" "I told you about it. When I changed you I had to balance the books by switching a kid from female to male. That kid," explained Abdul. "You're still not telling me anything. What is the problem?" shouted Charley, totally fed up now. "You've got to understand. I've been in that bottle a long time. I'd never even heard about caesarean section. Didn't know you could do that sort of thing. I mean, who'd want to?" complained Abdul. "Caesarean section? They had the kid by Caesarean section?" shouted Charley. "So what? Change us back quickly." "But the rules say I can't play with a live person without permission and the kid's now an individual, alive and kicking. And screaming," added Abdul thoughtfully. "Then explain the situation to the parents. They'll understand." "They understand all right. They're Chinese and they desperately wanted a boy, not a girl. When I explained I'd switched gender on the kid they called down blessings on my head and said they'd praise me for as long as they live. There's no way they'll ever agree to having him switched back, and if I can't do that you're stuck. Sorry, Cherri. It's just one of those things." With a final pop Abdul vanished, and this time he took his bottle with him, leaving Cherri standing there. I had told him not to be late. As I sat in the driver's seat of my convertible sports car and I could feel my wet pussy trickling onto the seat. I wasn't wearing any knickers and it was a very hot day in August. I had just spent time shaving my pussy and ensuring she was soft and sexy from my arse hole round to the top of the hair-line. I reached down, pulling up my skirt, I parted my lips a little and there was a pool of my juices covering my clit. I dipped my finger in and brushed my clit slightly, licking my fingers of cum slowly. I was starting to feel annoyed that he was so late and looked around to the cornfield on my left. There was no one around. With the engine switched off I could hear the countryside alive with birds and insects. A perfect day should soon be complete when he arrived and satisfied me. I heard the soft purr of a car approaching and noted that it was him. He had a lovely grey Porsche and I felt my pussy tighten at the thought of him. Today was a different game to the last and he knew that he had to do as I wanted. I stepped from the car and took off my sunglasses. I approached the topless car he was in, he smiled. I told him not to smile at me as he was 10 minutes late. I didn't have all day to wait for him to come and service me. I leaned over the door and started to kiss his neck. He reached out and caressed my breasts through my white blouse. I pulled at his trousers, undoing his belt, unzipping quickly and pulling down his pants to reveal his hard cock. He was soaked in pre-cum and I loved it. I rubbed my fingers over his wet cock and his hairy tummy. He just sat back in the drivers seat and loved me molesting him. I pulled his foreskin down a little just to reveal the sensitive glands on his cock. He had shaved his balls for me too they were smooth and there was enough of his silky cum to rub over them. He opened his legs pulling his trousers down a little so that I could get my hand underneath his balls and rub him softly. He seemed vulnerable, just sitting there wanting me to play kinky games with him. I loved it and my cunt soaked, sending juices down my inner thigh to my knees. I started to pull on his cock with my left hand and he loved it -- gasping and breathing heavily in my ear as I spat on his cock and rubbing the sensitive tip. With my other hand I eased my fingers underneath him and just gently stroked his arsehole. He loved it, in our last conversation he had told me how much he wanted his arse fucked but had never had the opportunity for a dirty sexy girl to do it. As I played with him, I felt more of his pre cum soaking onto my hands and I talked dirty in his ear about what I wanted him to do me. I told him to get out of the car and he did so with his trousers around his ankles. I pulled him by his cock to the boot where I bent over telling him to get on his knees and lick my arse hole. He was extremely willing to help me with this and got to his knees and began lapping at my arse hole and pushed his tongue in there deeply. I wanked myself a little and came rather quickly with my cum dripping down onto the boot of the car. I told him to lick it all up from the boot, up my thighs and all round my cunt, but not to dare lick my pussy. He did as he was told. His cock was raging with a hard on. I told him to swap places with me and I bent him over the boot. I spanked his arse and balls with my hand a little and he loved it. I slipped my fingers into his arse hole again and he really loved me pushing his prostate, making his cock very hard. I loved him having such a big cock and I was really looking forward to getting fucked. I wanked him a little as I leaned over and whispered in his ear that I was ready to be fucked now and he had better hurry up as I was going to cum and go straight back to work whether he had cum or not. He stood up pushed me away and he turned me around, bending me over the bonnet he spanked my arse a little and told me that I shouldn't tease him so much and that he was going to give me what for with his cock. He parted my legs and slipped his cock into my soaking pussy and spanked me some more. The next thing I knew he had pulled his cock out and put it into my arse. He pulled my hips and fucked me hard. I loved it. I came again and tried to wriggle free but he wasn't having it. He pulled me in towards him some more and shot his load into my arsehole quickly. I was so exhausted at having cum so hard twice in quick succession that I flopped into a pile on the car. I knew that I would have to insist that he meet me in these circumstances more often. It was the first time I had been done over a Porsche...... |
"Oh! Oh!" Princess Medea whimpered ecstatically. "Oh! That is so wonderful! Keep eating me! Keep eating my pussy!" Her ass bounced up and down on her luxurious bed as she looked down at the headful of golden curls between her legs, marveling that any tongue could do the incredible things to a pussy that the owner of that hair was doing to hers. Like everybody in her homeland of Colchis, Medea had extensive sexual experience. It was universally believed by the people of that land that carnal pleasure was the right of everybody, and she had long ago lost count of her sex partners, male and female. However, nobody had ever done anything for her that could compare to what Jason, the handsome young man from Greece, was doing with his mouth. He had brought her quickly to her first orgasm, more quickly than she would have believed possible. Knowing she was close to cumming a second time, Medea rejoiced again that she had invited him to her bedchamber. After he had answered her summons, his first kisses on her lips, her blue eyes and her throat had been perfunctory, little more than a greeting. After that, he had gotten serious, his tongue spending many exquisitely pleasurable minutes fondling her sensitive pink nipples. As Medea's passion rose, he had drawn first one, then the other of her large, creamy breasts into his mouth to suck on them, while his magical tongue caressed her erect nipples and their puffy areolas. She was almost ready to cum already when he started kissing and licking his way down her soft belly toward her dripping pussy. Medea's traditional, loose-fitting garments were quickly peeled away and she lay naked under his gaze. "Yes! Yes!" the princess implored him. "Lick me there! Eat my pussy!" Jason moved quickly to kneel between the legs that were spread so invitingly for him. She raised herself off the bed and slipped a pillow under her ass to fully present herself to the young man who had already given her some of the greatest thrills she had ever experienced. When he leaned toward her, Medea raised her legs to drape them over his shoulders. Even as Jason's incredible tongue was sluicing up the delicious juices that coated her thighs, crotch and the engorged lips of her pussy, the princess started cumming. "Ah! AH!" she cried joyously. Her legs squeezed his head and her fingers entwined in his hair, squashing her pussy against his face. For the almost five minutes of her cumming, Medea's body thrashed on the bed; her head rolled from side to side on her pillow and her ass rocked to and fro. When she finally climaxed, her back arched, followed by the relaxation of all her muscles. She collapsed back onto the bed, her hands and legs loosening their grip. After Medea's tremendous orgasm, Jason paused no more than a few seconds before devouring the delicious juices that had gushed from her. After they had all been savored and swallowed, his tongue became active again, caressing the lady's pussy lips. He took his time, inserting the talented organ between a pair of inner and outer labia and slowly licking both to the end of the inner lip. There, where the inner lips merge to form her clit hood, his tongue stroked the protective covering, even curling underneath to fondle the precious love button itself. Minutes after her first climax, Medea was well on her way to another, moaning from the waves of intense pleasure that coursed through her body, with her pussy fucking up into Jason's face. Hearing Medea expressing her joy and her entreaties to him, Jason smiled inwardly and continued his expert ministrations. He smiled for two reasons. For one thing, Medea had, quite possibly, the most marvelous pussy he had ever eaten, a lovely mix of pink and ivory with soft blonde hair. Her plentiful juices had an incredibly delectable aroma and tasted even better than they smelled. Best of all were the tactile sensations of her spongy lips, engorged with lust, her silky skin and her feathery pubic hair. As delightful as her pussy felt, his pleasure was enhanced by the swiveling of her hips under him and her thrusts into his face. Medea's uninhibited sounds of ecstasy and her pleas to continue pleasuring her were music to his ears. Eating the princess's pussy was truly a delight to all his senses. The second reason Jason was happy was that his plan was going perfectly. He had formulated the scheme after making a demand of King Pelias of Iolcus. Jason was the son of the former king, Aeson, who had been overthrown and murdered by Pelias, his half brother, who had then claimed the throne. Jason had demanded that his uncle abdicate in favor of him. The usurper had agreed to do so, but only on the condition that Jason would go to the kingdom of Colchis and return with the Golden Fleece, one of the greatest treasures in the world. Jason was well aware that such a mission would be dangerous and difficult. He also didn't believe that Pelias would willingly renounce what he had plotted and killed for but he knew that possession of the Golden Fleece would aid him in his quest to accede to the throne. As the son of Aeson, he, rather than Pelias, was the rightful heir, and this fact and possession of the great treasure would enable him to win support in his efforts to take his birthright from his murderous uncle. As a result of his extensive travels and reading, he was aware that Colchis was the most sexually hedonistic nation in the civilized world, epitomized by Princess Medea, possibly the horniest woman ever born. Besides being a princess and a world-class hotty, she was a renowned sorceress. Ignorant persons, which included most of the population of the world, thought her skills were magic but educated individuals, such as Jason, knew a sorceress's prowess stemmed from a knowledge of chemistry. The potions she produced were the result of knowing the right ingredients and the right proportions, rather than any mystical powers. Impressive as her skills were, however, she was known to think too much with her pussy, and Jason knew he would be able to take advantage of that. From the world's greatest experts, he had learned the secrets of sexually pleasing women, before surpassing all his teachers. These skills, combined with his massive cock, his long, supple tongue, his stamina and his personal charm and good looks, would be enough, he believed, to seduce the princess into helping him complete his mission. It would be far from easy but Jason knew that she would make his quest extremely pleasurable and the rewards for success would be enormous. The penalty for failure would also be extreme but he avoided dwelling on that possibility. Jason's first move was to commission Argus, a master ship builder, to build a great ship with fifty oars, to be named Argo. While the construction was going on, he sent his agents to every city state of Greece to recruit the best men he could find. Stirred by the chance of adventure, of wealth and of sex with the hot women of Colchis, many answered his call. He chose fifty of the best, strong and mighty warriors all, including Heracles and Orpheus. After stocking up on food and water, the ship set out swiftly from Iolcus, with the oars being pulled by fifty of the strongest men of Greece, probably in the whole world. It was necessary to make several stops for fresh water and more food and, at one of them, the Argonauts, as the company had started calling themselves, saved the life of Phineas. He was so grateful that he gave them directions for steering through the deadly rocks of The Bosporus. At another stop, they were much less fortunate, and Heracles had to be left behind. The next day the Argonauts, carefully following the instructions of Phineas, passed through the Bosporus and entered the waters of the Black Sea. After that, the journey was tedious but uneventful until they landed at the main port of Colchis. The uneventfulness ceased there. A great crowd of people were waiting for them, including many women who immediately began flirting with the muscular, young Argonauts. Some of the women exposed their breasts to the horny men, while most were even more daring. Jason was summoned ashore and made his way through a gauntlet of pulchritude until he was face to face with the king. Standing near the ruler was a young woman of great beauty, whom he assumed to be Medea. She had long blonde hair, luscious breasts that were barely contained by her thin, colorful bodice, flaring hips and an ass that would have given him an erection if he hadn't been concentrating on the king. Besides her voluptuous body, Jason couldn't help but note the lustful interest on her beautiful face, and he thought he could even smell her pussy lubricating. He expected to have some momentously enjoyable trysts with the princess before using her to accomplish his mission. "Hail, King Aetes. I am Jason of the Argonauts and I bring you greetings from His Majesty, King Pelias of Iolcus." "Hail, Jason. I am honored by this greeting from the noble King Pelias. As his emissary, you must join me in the royal palace where you can bathe, and then you must dine with me and my family and my court." Aetes knew good and well that nobody would travel all that way, braving the treacherous Bosporus, just to say hello, but he would go along until he learned what Jason was actually there for. There were too few men in his company to constitute an invasion and those few were rapidly being eliminated as any kind of threat. After learning they were Greeks, and wanting to see for themselves if the rumors they had heard were true, the women became even bolder. Quickly, they lured the men to places where they would be able to find a modicum of privacy so they could fuck each other's brains out. In a matter of minutes, almost all the Argonauts had disappeared from their posts. Aetes was aware that, by the time they had satisfied themselves and the women, they would be too exhausted to present any danger. He would have to deal with Jason himself, but there was no hurry about that. After bathing and feasting at the state dinner, the commander of the Argonauts was led to the chamber he had been assigned in the palace. Before he could even start to make himself comfortable, there was a knock on the door. When he answered, Jason encountered a slender but bosomy young woman. "Greetings, Lord Jason. My name is Lascivia and I bring a message from the Princess Medea. She wishes to give you a private audience in her royal chambers. Please follow me, My Lord." Jason followed with great alacrity. He was sure he knew what the audience would be like, except that he didn't know whether Lascivia would be joining them in a threesome. As a student of female body language, he was well aware that she would much rather be inviting him to her own bedroom than to somebody else's. After announcing his presence, the lovely young woman left, closing the door behind herself. Thinking it prudent, Jason bolted it. As a beautiful princess, Medea had neither need nor inclination to be coy. Approaching Jason and peeling off her upper garment to expose her succulent breasts, she commanded him. "I need you, Ambassador. Take me. Take me now." She lay on her bed and he quickly complied with her request. After kissing her face a few times, he made love to those luscious globes like no other man in the world could have. He had barely touched his tongue to her pussy when she started cumming. After bringing the princess to her first climax, a momentous one, he relished her great wealth of fresh juices and resumed pleasuring her pussy. Calling on all his skills, he caressed her with his tongue, delighting at her extreme responsiveness. She was telling him with words and her own movements just how wonderful he was making her feel, and imploring him to continue. Jason didn't need to be begged because he was having too much fun to want to quit. After his tongue had caressed one pair of the princess's pussy lips, it did the same for the other, once again stopping to gently stroke her clit hood. Knowing she was close to cumming, he refrained from licking her clit just then, choosing instead to curl his tongue into a cylinder and thrust it deep inside her. When Medea felt her pussy being penetrated like that, she thought at first it must somehow be a cock or a dildo. She had derived immense pleasure there from innumerable tongues both male and female, but none had been so thick or had plunged in so far or gone in and out so fast. When she felt the tip flicking up and down and caressing some of her most sensitive spots, she knew the tongue of this man was even more amazing than she had thought. "Yes! Yes!" the princess, close to another orgasm, cried out joyously. "Give me your tongue! Make me cum!" Medea could see as well as feel that Jason was doing what he could to bring about that wonderful event. His head was swiveling between her thighs so that as he drove his flicking tongue in and out, he could caress every one of her many sweet spots, bringing her to another climax. The technique worked extremely well. "Ah! AH!" the princess cried again as she started cumming. Once again, her legs and hands made a willing prisoner of Jason's head, smashing his face against her pussy. As she continued cumming, Medea's upper body bounced up and down off the bed while her legs oscillated wildly. Jason had experienced this kind of ride before, although never one so wild, and he held tightly to Medea's thighs while his tongue plunged in and out of her pussy. She spent even more time cumming the second time than she had the first but, finally, her body stiffened as she climaxed. Once again, Jason feasted on the delicious juices she had produced, before smiling up her body at the face of the very happy woman. "Ah, my lord, never have I met a man who knew so well what a girl likes," she told him, smiling back. "Princess, your pussy is surely one of the wonders of the world, more fabulous than anything I have ever encountered. I hope you will allow me to continue to pay homage for a little longer." Although she wanted to fuck, Medea did like the idea of another orgasm like the two she had just had, followed by another or two or three from his cock. "I'm glad you find me attractive, my lord. I would never deign to tell his business to one so skilled." Immediately, Jason's tongue resumed laving her still-swollen pussy lips. Medea shivered with delight as she felt the tip being insinuated into the very sensitive area between the origin of an inner and an outer lip. Her delight intensified as she felt that same tongue twitching its way upward. She could feel him caressing her slowly, and the same areas repeatedly, while her joy mounted quickly. By the time the pleasuring tongue reached her clit hood, she was sighing blissfully and her pussy was squirming under Jason's face. This time his magical organ did not fondle her clit, but briefly caressed the protective hood before meandering back down the same path until it was again beneath her gushing hole. After devouring her ocean of delicious juices, his tongue treated the other pair of labia to the same incredible sequence of caresses. By the time it was again at the place where this journey of pleasure had begun, Medea's whole body was thrashing about; she was moaning her delight and her pussy was fucking up against the mouth that was doing such incredible things to her. She felt Jason's tongue burrowing between her inner pussy lips, exploring the previously untouched areas under them. Somehow, the aggressive organ seemed to have a life of its own, knowing and caressing every one of her most sensitive places. Agile and supple, it explored under her inner labia, dancing between them and probing into the rim of her love hole. Greater pleasure than she had ever known inundated her body, tidal waves of ecstasy crashing outward from where his tongue traveled. She lost virtually all control of her body, which had become almost a mass of bliss. Jason was very happy about the state the lady was in. When he glanced up over her churning body, he saw her head tossing from side to side, seeming to be out of control. He knew she was ready to cum, even more ready than she had been the previous times, and he wanted to make her third orgasm the most memorable of all. Using more force, he thrust his tongue into the small area between her clit and the upper edge of her love hole, eliciting louder whimpers and even more frantic movements. He knew she was as ready as she could possibly be. Quickly, Jason wrapped his mouth around her clit, which was so swollen with lust it had pushed its way out from under its protective hood. His lips formed a seal as he sucked, and his tongue caressed the sides and top of her sweet love button. For several minutes he continued this form of devotion while the princess's movements grew wilder and her expressions of pleasure grew more incoherent, until she started cumming again. "AH" she cried and her hands and thighs once again imprisoned his head. Instead of her legs swinging as before, Medea's whole body rolled from side to side, her hips swiveling and thrusting her legs back and forth over Jason's shoulders. Her hands worked in unison with her ass as it rose off the bed to jam her pussy against his face. Jason couldn't get loose and wouldn't have wanted to anyhow. His arms clung tightly to her thighs and his lips were fastened firmly to the base of the Princess's clit while his tongue continuously fondled her there. Once again, she took a long time cumming, some of the most enjoyable minutes ever for both Jason and Medea. For the third time that evening, her back arched and her entire body stiffened as she climaxed. When she was again completely relaxed on the bed, Jason licked all the nectar from her thighs, belly and the outside of her pussy. Although he hated to leave the delicious juices that were still bubbling up, he knew they would be needed for lubrication. By the time he had stripped off the rest of his clothing and gotten back on the bed between her legs, she had recovered from her latest orgasm and was smiling lewdly at his massive, cock. "My lord Jason, your tongue is amazing, but no more so than your splendid love tool. I pray I shall make the acquaintance of that magnificent organ." "To hear is to obey, My Lady." He leaned forward and, as she spread her pussy lips, rubbed the tip of his cock in the wetness she had produced. From the sight of what he was about to thrust into her, Medea was already secreting more of the nectar, adding it to what Jason had left inside her pussy. When the end of his cock was sufficiently covered with her natural lubrication, he eased it into the hot, pink place where they both wanted it. A tremendous spasm of ecstasy rocketed through Medea's body as the broad head of his cock wedged into her. "Yes!" she cried. "Oh, God! Fuck me! Give it to me good!" That was Jason's wish too, to fuck her as well as possible, both for his own pleasure and for the furtherance of his plan. "Good", however, did not mean fast, at least not yet. He wanted to build up her level of pleasure until it reached its peak again, before bringing her to another powerful orgasm. Supporting his weight on one hand and guiding his cock with the other, he drove into her a second time. Another inch of thick, hard cock entered Medea, eliciting another moan of pleasure. Medea could hardly believe what was happening to her. Not only had Jason eaten her pussy with greater expertise than anyone else had ever done, his cock was the biggest she had ever seen. She was aware of the old maxim, "It ain't what ya got; it's what ya do with it", but Jason was already doing great things, and they had barely started. Repeatedly, his cock surged into her, deeper with every stroke, sending incredible pleasure swirling throughout her body. Her rapture mounted as his thick shaft stretched the opening to her love channel, and the big head expanded the walls of the channel itself. Although many cocks had penetrated her there, none had ever rocked her whole world as this one was already, and he had barely started. Before the massive cock was even halfway inside her, Medea was fucking back to meet it, moaning and sighing happily with every stroke. "That's it! Give it to me! Keep fucking me," she implored the golden-haired Greek. The princess wrapped her legs around his hips and gave herself over completely to the unbelievable bliss that was throbbing outward from her pussy to fill her entire body. Jason smiled and did as he was bade, driving his cock deeper with every thrust, until it was totally imbedded in Medea's pussy. Before he continued, he admired the sexy body that was tossing wildly under and in front of him. She was flexing her legs, pulling her pussy tightly against him, and grinding her clit against his pubic area. Her head and body thrashed on the bed, while her breasts swayed excitingly with every movement. He leaned forward, curling his arms under hers and supporting his weight on his forearms. With every movement she made, he could feel her hard nipples scraping against his chest but that was the only contact between their upper bodies. Because she was in such a state already, he decided to remain stationary and let her fuck herself against his cock until she started cumming. Although she said nothing, the idea was obviously to the liking of Medea. Her hands were on his back, sliding along his spine synchronized with the powerful thrusts of her pussy. Medea sighed and gasped and moaned and whimpered and otherwise expressed how much pleasure she was getting from the huge cock that was surging in and out of her pussy. "Oh! Oh!" she cried out ecstatically. "Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming." Her ass rolled from side to side as she fucked herself even harder and faster on the cock that was filling her pussy as it had never been filled before. Jason became more active then, moving forward slightly and driving his cock into the pussy that was giving it such a splendid welcome. With her arms and legs, Medea squeezed him, clinging so tightly that she rose completely off the bed as he drew back. Every time he thrust forward, Jason drove her into the bed, massaging her clit with his cock, evoking howls of joy. Over and over, he scraped against her sweetest of sweet spots and squashed her against the bed until he felt her whole body spasm and her fingernails dig into his back. Although he knew the princess had climaxed, he continued fucking her, but with slower strokes. Medea's pussy was still a tight wrapper for Jason's cock but it was so wet and slippery that he glided in and out of her easily. After a few strokes, she was once again fucking back to meet him and her hands were stroking his back. This time he was in control, drawing his cock back so far that little more than the head remained inside her pussy, pausing, and driving it slowly all the way back in. With every stroke, Medea could feel her pleasure building up, but she knew how to make it even better. "Let me on top, my lord, and I will ride you like the stallion you are." "With pleasure, dear princess." Jason reached under her, wrapping his arms around her, and rolled onto his back. Medea lay on top, her thighs stretched out beside his. They fucked a few strokes in this position before she pushed her body upright and drew her legs underneath herself so she was sitting astride him. Although she had liked the full body contact, fucking this way allowed her greedy pussy to enjoy every inch of his shaft. Slowly, she rose up until only the head of his cock was inside her. Equally slowly, she lowered herself, shuddering with delight as she once more felt the wonderful hardness forcing her open and burrowing deep into her. Over and over, her body moved up and down, letting Jason's wonderful cock pleasure her again and again. With every stroke, her pussy was filled anew, sending new waves of bliss crashing through her. "Play with me, My Lord! Lick me!" As she said these words, Medea leaned forward, making her succulent breasts available to the hands and mouth of Jason. Eagerly, he did what she wanted, gently holding the luscious globes in his hands while he licked and sucked, letting the rigid nipples once again please his tongue. Juices were running profusely from Medea's pussy, soaking into the bed and Jason's pubic hair and he felt even more freshets of her juices gushing onto his cock. Until then, he had been holding back, keeping control of his reactions, and preventing himself from cumming, but he had to finally let go. "I'm ready to cum, Princess!" "Then cum into my pussy. Fill me with your love juices." Jason released her breasts and reached out to hold onto Medea's voluptuous hips, letting her continue to set the pace, but guiding her so her clit and his cock gave each other the most pleasure possible. She was almost ready to cum too, and the strokes of her pussy became faster. Her seat on her "stallion" became less sure, with her body thrashing wildly on top of him. Jason thrust his cock up into her harder and faster, matching her pace and slamming against her clit. Abruptly, all his pent up pleasure concentrated in his groin. His buttocks clenched as he thrust harder into the princess, again and again and again. Jason grunted as his pleasure peaked and he ejaculated heavily into Medea, who felt his hot juices spurting into her. That was enough to start her cumming also, and she emitted a joyous cry. His muscular hands held gently but firmly to her hips, keeping the princess from toppling, while his cock continued plunging in and out of her pussy. With every upward stroke, he pushed down on her body so her clit would get the maximum contact with his cock. Her body flopped aimlessly on top of him but he held her in place and pounded upward into her pussy until he felt her back arch and her body spasm. His cock was still fully erect and buried in her pussy all the way to his pubic hair when she climaxed. Even after her orgasm, Jason paused in fucking Medea just long enough to roll to his left, carrying her with him. They were both on their sides with him between her legs, driving his cock in and out of her pussy. The mixture of his semen and her juices provided a superior lubrication, and he was able to slide in and out with no friction. After a few minutes, Medea was moaning from the incredible pleasure she was receiving from the big cock that was filling her pussy so superbly. Her upper body was again writhing ecstatically while her hips swiveled and her pussy fucked back to meet Jason's thrusts. "My Lord, your cock is amazing. Even though you have filled me with your love juices, it is still big and hard and is giving me pleasure beyond even my experience." Although still in a state of extreme bliss, Medea was beginning to tire from her orgasms and the great sex she was getting. "Princess, my cock is inspired by the marvelous place it finds itself. Your pussy is delightful beyond belief." They were both speaking the truth. Jason leaned forward and again started licking the succulent breasts in front of him. Because of her erratic movements from the pleasure that was flooding her body, Medea kept pulling her breasts away from his lips. She wanted to feel his mouth on them again, so she held his shoulders and pulled his face against her chest. While his cock pistoned in and out of her pussy, Jason's mouth licked and sucked the luscious globes that were being presented to him. From the combined stimulation, Medea started cumming again. "Oh! Oh!" she cried. As her upper body thrashed on the bed, her hands lost their grip on his shoulders and her breasts pulled away from Jason's mouth. He wanted them back so Jason grabbed Medea's arms and pulled her body back against his face. While his cock pounded into her pussy, his mouth sucked her breasts and his tongue caressed their hard nipples. Once again, the princess climaxed, almost swooning from the combination of fatigue and ecstasy. Jason continued driving his cock in and out until he also climaxed, filling her pussy with his hot juices. "My Lord, you are incredible but I am but a poor, weak woman, and I fear I am too tired to continue making love with you, wonderful though it has been." "I understand, My Lady, and your company has been truly delightful." He eased his still-erect cock from the pussy that had given and received so much pleasure, and prepared to take his leave. "My Lord, before you go, I ask only for a taste of your love juices combined with mine." Jason smiled and lay back on the bed so the exhausted princess could take his cock in her hands. She marveled at what she held. His cock was as long and thick as a strong man's forearm. Furthermore, although he had cum twice, depositing gushers of his semen in her, it was still as hard as the bone in that forearm. Medea devoured all the juices that clung to the rampant cock, savoring the slightly vinegary taste of his and appreciating the contrast with her own, sweeter juices. She loved the taste of pussies, including her own, almost as much as she loved the taste of cum fresh from a cock. When she had licked and swallowed everything, Jason stood by her bed and dressed himself. "Good night, my lovely princess. My audience with you has been most enjoyable." He unbolted the door and left, leaving Medea reclining on her rumpled bed. She lay there, fully sated from the most incredible orgasms in her extensive experience, and was supremely thankful that she had gone to the dock with her father, King Aetes, that afternoon. The watch towers had sent runners to report that an unknown ship, named Argo, was approaching. In their remote land at the eastern end of the Black Sea, few visitors put ashore and they were almost always traders from nearby ports. A good part of the populace had turned out to see the strangers, including a substantial part of the army, led by their commander, Crown Prince Apsyrtus. Although there was no reason to believe the vessel carried invaders, there was also no reason to think otherwise, and the king wanted to take no chances. The princess became aroused at the sight of the fifty strong men as they sat at their oars but her eyes were especially drawn to their leader. Tall and athletic, he came ashore and addressed her father. As she gazed upon him, upon his muscular, bronzed body and finely chiseled features, she could feel the juices trickling from her pussy and down her legs. "I will have this man in my bed tonight," she swore to herself. She had made that oath many times before and had never broken it. After Jason had been taken to his quarters in the palace, the horny princess sent Lascivia, her friend/confidante/servant to summon him. The messenger hoped to get in on some of the action and the princess half-way promised she would later, but the first meeting was to be just her and the stranger. Hours later, when Jason finally left her, after bringing her far more pleasure than any other man ever had, Medea decided she would invite her friend the next time. Although she was exhausted after her multiple orgasms, he was not, and his cock, even after twice filling her pussy with his love juices, was still stiff enough that he could have continued fucking, probably cumming many more times. Medea decided Jason of Greece would be more than enough for her and could easily be shared with Lascivia. She licked her lips, thinking of what else she would be sharing with her lithe and sexy friend. Following a refreshing night's sleep, the princess sought her out. Lascivia was easy to find because, after awakening, she had stayed close to Medea's chambers. From thinking about what the stranger and the princess were doing, she had become so aroused that she had tried to duplicate their actions with her trusty dildo. The toy had been better than nothing but she knew Jason's cock or Medea's tongue would have been so much better, and would have given her far better climaxes. She hoped to learn exactly how much better that day. "Good morning, my dear Lascivia." The two friends kissed, crushing their lips together and twining their tongues as was their normal form of greeting. "Good morning, Princess. Did you sleep well?" "Yes, I did; so kind of you to ask. But before I slept, I was pierced by two arrows from Eros, and I am in love." In order to maintain her reputation as a sorceress, Medea felt she had to speak somewhat metaphorically, giving credit to the gods for anything that happened. Lascivia had no problem interpreting that one "arrow" that had pierced her was Jason's cock. Presumably, the other had been his tongue. "How wonderful for you," she responded, repressing the envy she felt. One of her favorite activities was fucking, and having her pussy eaten was also high on her list of delightful things to do. Medea detected the envy and spoke quickly to alleviate it. "My friend, I will be seeing the love of my life tonight and I want you to join us. As my very dearest friend, I want to share him with you." They embraced and kissed again, Lascivia's feelings of envy completely eliminated, and went off to discuss the spectacular night of sex that Medea had enjoyed, and the night of sex the two of them would soon be sharing with the princess's love. That worthy had enjoyed the night almost as much and, after leaving the princess's bed chamber, Jason retired to his own for a long, deep sleep. When he arose, he went immediately to the dock to check on his ship and crew. The port was not very active and he boarded his vessel to see how many of his men had returned from their night of debauchery. Some had apparently not left; there were two couples fucking in the center aisle and a threesome near the bow. As Jason looked at the hardy Greek warrior who was so happily disporting himself with the two women, he hoped Lascivia would be joining Medea and him later. Although no meeting had been arranged yet, he was confident that the princess would seek him out. Jason spent the day inspecting his ship and arranging for provisions to be loaded aboard because he anticipated making a rapid departure and he didn't want to have to make any stops until they were well on their way back to Greece. Both women, also anticipating another meeting, readied themselves. On the previous night, Medea had not made many preparations, having been too aroused by the handsome Greek to want to delay his "audience". For her second night with Jason, she made up for that lack. She and Lascivia spent a good part of the day bathing and oiling one another, spending almost as much time fondling and kissing as they whetted their appetites. Although their hair and their faces were perfumed, Medea was clever enough to know that the natural, musky perfume of their bodies was the finest scent for piquing men's ardor. Not that she thought Jason would need any stimulation, but she felt more desirable when she was prepared. Both women had heard much about the sexual proclivities of Greek men and hoped the rumors were true. In case they were, part of the preparation was purging with a laxative that Medea prepared. This was followed by a strong enema to clean out any residue for as far into their bodies as even Jason's big cock could be expected to penetrate. After additional washing, both lovely pink rosebuds were ready for licking or fucking. At dinner that evening, Medea excused herself early and left the men in their discussion of weighty matters of state. Jason left as soon as he reasonably could and went to his assigned quarters. He had no idea where to find her but expected that she would be coming for him, and he wanted to be easy to find. When he looked inside, he was surprised to see both her and Lascivia lying on his bed, with their bodies, up to their smiling faces, concealed by a silk coverlet. "Greetings, My Lord," Medea said. "I have heard certain rumors about the preferences of men from Greece and I want to find out if they are true." "And what might these rumors be?" Jason was quite sure he knew, and hoped he was right. "That this is what Greek men like." Medea, completely naked, climbed from the bed, turned around and bent over, her hands spreading her succulent ass cheeks. Lascivia remained lying down but uncovered her equally naked body and moved until her face, comfortably supported by a pillow, was smiling at Jason from near the foot of the bed. "My Lady, get back on the bed and I will show you how much this Greek man likes what you are offering." He quickly stripped off his clothing so he was as naked as the women. Giggling, Medea got back on the bed, her legs straddling the face of her friend so they were in the 69 position. "I fear that the orifice I offer you has no lubrication of its own, but there is a flask of warm olive oil on the table." "I will use it liberally," Jason replied. "But first, I always like to taste what I fuck." That was something of an exaggeration, but he had noted that Medea's ass was almost as delectable as her pussy had been the previous night. Jason climbed onto the bed behind her. She remained kneeling, but leaned forward to bury her face in Lascivia's waiting pussy. Before beginning to lick her, she moistened her middle and index fingers and eased them into her friend's ass, the way they both liked, and fucked them in and out for a few strokes. While the princess's tongue began caressing her friend's labia, already covered with nectar from anticipation of what would be happening, her other hand continued to separate her own cheeks. Madea's back |
was arched, to present her ass better to Jason's skillful tongue. He started at the top of her cleft, licking down the inside of one cheek, reveling in the texture of the skin and the ivory color. Slowly, his tongue meandered along the silky flesh, skirting the puckered area, wanting to save the best part for later. He licked down to her crotch, relishing the juices that were running freely from her pussy, before starting slowly up the inside of the other cheek. When he was again at the top of the cleft, he paused, fascinated by her erotic movements. Her arousal from eating Lascivia's delightful pussy and from what his tongue was doing was making Medea's ass squirm in front of him, just as her pussy had done the previous night. Lascivia also loved what Madea's mouth was doing but felt somewhat left out because her friend's pussy was too far away for her to reach, and Jason had gotten most of the fresh juices. She reached up to cling to the other lady's back and raised her face to start licking the wet pussy lips that she yearned for. Feeling what she was doing, and wanting to be pleasured by two tongues, Medea straightened out her legs so her pussy could be eaten more easily. Lascivia luxuriated her head in her pillow and her tongue began stroking the swollen clit hood that had become so easily available. Her hands went to Medea's ass and fondled her there, also spreading her lovely cheeks so that the princess and Jason would better enjoy what he was doing. Medea responded by using her hands to spread Lascivia's cheeks, the better to drive her fingers in and out of her friend's ass. After pausing at the top of her cleft, Jason's tongue slowly caressed its way downward, until he once again reached the area of puckering. There, he started licking all the way around the adorable rosebud, using short jabs of his tongue, until he had completed the circuit. Next, he licked the orifice up and down and across, using broad strokes. Madea's ass, as wonderful as it had been to look at, was even more of a treat for his mouth, and it was getting better. She was alternating thrusting her ass back against his face and her pussy down against Lascivia's mouth. The princess was having a glorious time. Her lips and tongue swirled around Lascivia's pussy, scooping up and savoring the delicious juices and caressing the swollen lips and clit. The two had eaten each other out many times and Madea was aware, from the way Lascivia's pussy was writhing under her mouth and fucking up against her, that she was close to cumming. She could feel her own level of pleasure building up also but knew she had a long way to go before what she hoped would be the first of many orgasms. Madea got closer when she felt Jason pry open her ass and insert his tongue inside her. She wiggled her ass ecstatically. His tongue felt good but she knew his massive cock, stretching her open better than anybody ever had, would be many times better. "My Lord Jason, you are as skilled with your tongue there as anywhere else, but I know you have something else for me that is even better." "Yes, My Lady, I have, and the time for that has arrived." Jason got off the bed and returned with the flask of olive oil that Medea had pointed out to him earlier. Lascivia continued to spread the ass cheeks next to the pussy she was eating and Jason poured a stream of the oil from the top of Medea's cleft. He rubbed it on the insides of her cheeks and covered one hand with the lubricant. Sliding his fingers as far into her ass as he could, he thoroughly coated the lining. More oil was poured into the palm of his hand and applied to his cock until both he and the lady were ready. The flask was set aside because he intended to add more once he had made penetration. During the process, Medea had, in anticipation of getting the massive cock in her ass, paused in her eating of Lascivia's pussy. She took a few more licks of the delicious juices and stopped again when she felt Jason prying her ass open and the tip of his massive cock pressing against the opening he had created. A burst of sensation coursed through her body as the head wedged into her, a brief dull pain, followed by incredible pleasure as her hole was stretched farther open than it had ever been. Even more pleasure, immense waves of it, radiated out from her ass as Jason thrust his cock in an inch deeper. She moaned in pleasure and twitched her hips about to aid in the penetration. Madea wanted all of his cock in her. He wanted the same thing, but her ass was too tight for him to just ram it in until after the olive oil had been distributed. Slowly, rocking back and forth with each thrust, Jason lodged his cock deeper and deeper in Madea's very welcoming ass. Each advance was an inch or less but sent oceans of pure delight flooding her body. Wanting to get it all, or as much as she could, she fucked back to meet the cock that was slowly filling her up, moaning with greater delight than she had ever felt. Her ass was not the only one being pleasured, nor was it the only part of her body that felt wonderful. Medea's left arm was wrapped around Lascivia's thigh while two fingers of her right hand were plunging slowly in and out of her friend's ass. Even while receiving indescribable pleasure from Jason's cock being plowed in farther and farther, and from a tongue lovingly caressing her pussy, she was feasting on fresh juices and reveling in the texture and the movements of Lascivia's pussy. Already, the night was the greatest of Medea's life. It reached one peak when Jason's cock was all the way in and his blonde pubic hair was tickling the insides of her ass cheeks. They paused then, and Medea could feel ecstasy throbbing out from where the giant cock filled her so well. Slowly, he drew back until only the head remained inside. After applying another heavy coating of the olive oil, he drove his cock back in, sending more and even greater waves of pleasure coursing out to inundate Medea. Her body was thrashing and writhing from the best fucking her ass had ever gotten. Lascivia was hornier than the others, having not gotten nearly as much satisfaction from her dildo as the others had from their night of sex, and she was close to cumming. Both parts of 69ing with Medea had brought her to that happy state, as had Jason's cock. Although she had yet to touch or be penetrated by that magnificent specimen, it was just inches away from her face. She had seen it plowing in and out of Medea's ass and anticipated it doing the same thing for her. Lascivia decided she didn't want to wait and that she would take some enjoyment from it while she had the chance. Shifting her body slightly, not enough to disturb the way Medea was eating her pussy, she raised her face. From the changed position, as Jason's cock glided into the princess's ass, Lascivia's tongue slid along the underside, and along his balls. As he drew back, she resumed eating Medea's pussy. After that, her tongue alternated between caressing that pussy and licking the cock that was pleasuring the princess's ass, taking immense delight from both places. Knowing Lascivia was on the verge of cumming, Madea drew her friend's engorged clit into her mouth to suck on it. With her lips forming a seal at the base, her tongue stroked the swollen button until she felt the lady start to cum. Not much was said because her mouth was much too busy with a cock and a pussy, but Madea could tell because of the thrashing of her body and the way Lascivia's legs started to swing wildly open and shut, like a scissors. "Yes!" she cried out; her body stiffened, and she climaxed. After her orgasm, Lascivia relaxed completely, with her head nestled into her pillow. Medea knew it would be her turn next. She removed her fingers from Lascivia's ass and rose up on her forearms so she could push back more strongly against the cock that was so thoroughly stuffing her ass. "Fuck me harder, Jason. Make me cum!" she demanded. He smiled at her choice of words and the lack of a title for him, and did as she said. Over and over, his hands affectionately placed on her hips, he rammed his cock into her ass while she fucked back, matching his speed and force. "Suck my clit, Lascivia!" She would have been able to cum from just the cock pounding in and out of her ass but she would cum much better if her clit was being pleasured at the same time. Lascivia was willing, even eager to do as she was asked. She took a few seconds to lick all the fresh juices from Medea's pussy, and drew the engorged clit into her mouth. It was easy to do because it had pushed its way entirely out from its protective hood and was throbbing and pulsing, almost with a life of its own. With her hands on the princess's hips, she plastered her face flush against the writhing pussy to suck, enjoying the fresh juices that dribbled all over her face. With her clit being sucked better than by anybody except Jason, and her ass getting the best fucking it had ever gotten, Madea's whole body thrashed on the bed until she cried out joyously "Oh! Yes! I'm cumming! Keep fucking me. Suck my clit!" Jason and Lascivia did exactly what she wanted, exquisitely pleasuring the royal ass and pussy for as long as the princess was cumming, her body churning between them. When she climaxed, her whole body spasmed. She relaxed, sprawled on top of her friend, who took advantage of the opportunity to lick all the fresh juices from Madea's pussy. She had done so many times, and they were so delicious, Lascivia was essentially addicted to them. Pussies, of course, weren't the only thing she liked to taste. Lascivia looked up pleadingly at the tall man who was plunging his cock into the succulent ass inches from her face. She expected him to cum momentarily and wanted to be the one to finish him off. "Please, sir, in my mouth," she begged. Jason smiled. He had no problem doing as he was asked, partly because he knew it would be a lot of fun and partly because he believed he would probably need Lascivia to bring his plan to fruition. Slowly, he drew his cock from the ass where it had given and gotten so much pleasure. Olive oil, warmer than when it had been poured from the flask, dripped out onto the face below him and into her wide-open mouth. Lascivia knew she would not be able to accommodate the entire massive organ in her mouth; nobody could have. However, she was able to take the head and several inches, and her hands on the thick shaft pumped it in and out. Besides being huge, Jason's cock was so rigid that she swiveled her lithe body onto her side, the better to squeeze as much of it as she could between her lips. Medea would probably want at least a share, after she had recovered from her climax, but for at least a few seconds Lascivia's mouth would be the only one being pleasantly filled. She took advantage of the opportunity and slid the huge, hard cylinder in and out between her lips, relishing the tightly stretched skin of the shaft and the velvety hardness of the head against her tongue. Medea, after enjoying her latest tremendous orgasm with Jason, was surprised when she felt his cock pulled from her ass. She knew he hadn't cum yet, and had expected to feel his semen spurting pleasantly in her rear pleasure channel before his cock was removed. Turning, she was somewhat irked upon seeing what was happening between him and Lascivia. The princess was used to getting what she wanted and she felt proprietary rights to Jason's cum, at least the first mouthful of it. However, she also did not want to be ungracious to her friend and confidante. Remaining on her hands and knees, she turned to face them. "Dear Lascivia, I see you are about to enjoy Lord Jason's love juices. Perhaps we can share them?" "Of course, my princess." She reluctantly pulled away from the cock that had already felt so good in her mouth and let Medea slide it into hers. "Ladies, perhaps you would care to share my humble body?" Jason lay on his back with one of the women on either side and Medea took her turn sucking his cock. She had more expertise but was still unable to take more than six inches into her mouth. As Lascivia had done, she wrapped both hands partly around the shaft, pumping it in and out, enjoying, just as her friend had, the way the hard flesh squeezed between her lips and completely filled her mouth. Jason reveled in the way the two beautiful women took turns sucking his cock as he lay between them. He had plenty of sexual energy and knew there would be little need to pace himself through the night so he allowed himself to cum. His cock was pleasuring Lascivia's mouth at the time. She felt it start to throb, a sure sign that his climax was imminent. Knowing what would be expected of her, she removed her mouth from its head and handed it over to Medea. Seconds later the first big gob of cum landed on the princess's tongue, where she savored it for a few seconds before swallowing, and handing Jason's cock back to her friend. Lascivia caught the second spurt of delicious semen and left it on her tongue where she relished its taste and texture before swallowing it. She caught the third gob also before returning the spewing cock to Medea. There was still a steady flow of the viscous liquid and the princess let it accumulate on her tongue, pleasing her taste buds, before swallowing. She put her thumb on the underside of Jason's cock and brought it toward her mouth, squeezing everything out and onto her tongue. She left it there and turned to Lascivia, so the two women could kiss and share the last bit of Jason's love juices. That was his first load of cum but there were many more before the night ended. Jason's cock penetrated and ejaculated into all the orifices of both women and his tongue, as well as their tongues on one another's pussies, brought them to repeated orgasms as well. It was nearly daylight before the three of them were finally sexually satisfied. The cock that had brought such delight to everybody was starting to soften, reflecting the tiredness that was overtaking them. "Jason, I have a confession to make," Medea started to tell him, omitting the title, which was appropriate, considering what she wanted to say. "I have been pierced by the arrows of Eros, much as I have been pierced by your magnificent tools of love. I am in love with you, Jason, and I am your slave." The time was ripe to put the rest of his plan into action, and he responded. "But no more than I am in love with you, My Darling Medea. You are my soul mate, the woman I was created for. However, my love compels me to inform you, my mission here is not what it seems. I need your help, and that of you, Lascivia, to right a great wrong." "Just say the word, and all my powers as a sorceress are at your disposal." Jason explained his true mission to the woman who was so infatuated with him. He left out some parts, such as the difficulty he would face in deposing Pelias, even with the Golden Fleece in his possession, but he told her enough. At first, Medea was aghast that she was being asked to betray her country because she knew the Fleece was the basis of their economy and the loss would cause great hardship. Even so, her love for the golden-haired Greek was so great that she agreed, but not without some assurances first. "I will do all in my power to help you, my beloved, but first I must have your promise that I will return to Greece with you and that you will marry me and I will be your queen." "Of course you have my promise. I want that even more than I want to take my rightful place as king of Iolcus." That was a lie but he had no problem lying to a woman, even a beautiful princess such as Medea. "Do you swear by Zeus to honor your promise?" That was a different matter. Jason had no problem making empty promises to women that he would marry them and had done so many times but if he swore to Zeus, he would actually feel obligated to keep his promise. However, his hesitation was brief. The sex he had been having with Medea, great as it was for her, had also been the best of his extensive experience. Jason's infatuation with Medea was nearly as strong as hers was for him. "Yes, I swear by Zeus that I will take you with me to Iolcus and there make you my wife and my queen." The newly betrothed plotters turned to Lascivia. "I will follow my princess wherever she goes and serve her, either in Colchis or in Greece." Lascivia hoped to continue to indulge in threesomes or occasional one-on-one sex with either Jason or Medea or, failing that, to find plenty of men in Greece. She knew that what she had between her legs, especially in the quality she had it, was in great demand everywhere in the world. "Jason, my father, King Aetes, suspects that you are here for other than your stated mission and he has taken precautions. The prize you seek hangs from a tree in an atrium in the palace, in the middle of a maze, to which I know the key. In addition, a thousand of the strongest of my country's men-at-arms, commanded by my brother, Crown Prince Apsyrtus, guard the entrance to the maze. Mighty as your individual warriors are, they are too few to overcome this guard. However, I will be able to prepare a potion to put the soldiers to sleep, allowing me to enter the maze, secure the Fleece and bring it to you. You must be certain your men are prepared to embark immediately after we have possession of the prize. The plan sounded good to Jason and, after they had worked out all the details, he returned to his boat in the harbor to sleep and to put his men on alert. That early in the morning, most of them were on board, many of them in the company of women from Colchis. The rest of the Argonauts would be ashore, doing their cavorting there. Since some of the women may have been spies from King Aetes, he quietly took a few of the men aside, told them of the plan for the coming night and instructed them to pass the word on to all the other Argonauts. After that, he returned to his quarters in the palace to sleep for most of the day, and when he awoke, he returned to the ship to assure himself that it was ready for immediate departure. Jason met Medea and Lascivia and the princess led them to just outside where the thousand guards were posted. That many men in a relatively small area caused a high concentration of body heat and the men could have had trouble breathing, so windows had been opened for cross-ventilation. The princess had prepared a large quantity of a highly volatile drug that, when inhaled by somebody would cause that person to drop immediately into a deep slumber. Shallow bowls were placed just outside where air would enter the guarded area of the palace, and the bowls were filled with the potion. The drug quickly evaporated and the breeze carried the vapors into the crowd of soldiers, who breathed it in. Immediately, they began dropping and, minutes later, all were in a deep slumber. Medea held her breath to avoid the fumes and hurried through the maze. Once in the atrium, she took several deep breaths of untainted air and snatched the Golden Fleece from the branches of the tree. Holding her breath again, she hurried back to join Jason and Lascivia. The prize was wrapped in a cloak to disguise it from anyone who happened by and the three hurried through the dark streets to the ship. As Jason had commanded, all was in readiness; even all the women of Colchis had been shooed off the ship before the trio arrived with the stolen Fleece. They immediately pushed off, with fifty of the strongest men from Greece rowing as fast as they could. The ship seemed to leap over the water as it left the harbor. Jason knew there would be pursuit. King Aetes would not suffer one of the greatest treasures in the world to be taken from him, and he would send his own fastest ships in pursuit. However, they could not be expected to catch the Argo. Although large, the ship was specially designed to cut through the water at maximum speed and the fifty powerful oarsmen would outdistance any pursuers. With the several hours head start they would have before the guards awoke, nobody could possibly catch them. As Jason watched the dark harbor fading in the distance behind them, he wondered whether he should marry Medea as soon as he reached Iolcus or wait until he had assumed his rightful place on the throne. There was no hurry; he would decide later. _Thank you for reading this story. I hope you had as much fun as Jason and Medea and Lascivia did. I like writing stories on this site but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them. That's why I always appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most other writers on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. Such comments help me to write more and better stories, and I respond to them whenever I can._ |
The details of this story were told to me over several months by the man concerned who, though young in the story, is now a Grandfather several times over. He and his wife are still together. The events in this story have never been mentioned; she is either unaware of them or, now they are well in the past, has chosen to ignore them. You might think it an unlikely tale but, having myself been a student at a top University during the eighties, and having been in all-girl shared houses for two years, I know with absolute certainty that encounters of this kind really did take place. They took place surprisingly often too, with surprising girls and for surprising reasons. And it wasn't just the men who initiated them by any means. All the girls that I personally know took part, are now married and have adult children. One is a very senior figure in her chosen career; if you are in Britain and watch TV, you will definitely have seen her. I do not condone or condemn the actions or attitudes of any of the characters. They are symptomatic of their time and, as my own sexual history is not beyond reproach, I will refrain from passing either judgement or comment. I simply offer the story and leave that to you. *** "That much?" the short, slightly overweight blonde girl asked, a horrified look on her pretty face. "I'm afraid so," I replied, calmly but firmly, shining my torch into a large, hole in the room's cheap plasterboard wall, just above the skirting, behind the sofa. "Look at the amount of damage. It looks like someone put their foot through the wall, cracked the pipes then tried to cover it up with furniture. The water has run into the floor and the ceiling of the room below. It'll need a new wall here, new plumbing and maybe a new ceiling below." From the worried look on her face, I could tell that not only had she had known that the hole in the wall behind the lounge sofa was there, she knew who had done it and knew it was not her. What she did now know, was that I too had known the hole was there. I had known for two weeks, but had kept it to myself, waiting for the most opportune moment to 'discover' it. And the final end-of-lease checkout inspection, alone in the house with its last female tenant, was the most opportune time of all, so I had made sure this house was the last on my list for the day. "There's minor damage everywhere too. It must have been quite a party!" I added, unimpressed. From the look on her face, I had hit the spot with that comment. "But that's a huge amount of money..." she protested. "The deposit will cover some of it," I interrupted her. "But there will still be a big surcharge." "But I haven't got that much..." she began, then ground to a halt. "Your friends really should pay their share too," I added. The look on her face turned from worried to anger; anger that her so-called friends had left her to deal with the final checkout inspection on her own. I could picture them as they left, confidently assuring her that the damage would not be spotted, that all would be okay, and their substantial deposit would be returned in full. Now, not only would the girl have to tell her friends that their expected windfall would not be forthcoming, she would also have to get them to stump up a lot more cash. They would not be happy; some would blame her; others would fail to pay up at all. I had seen it many times before and could guess how the poor girl was feeling. "Do you have your cheque book handy?" I asked, rubbing her pretty nose in it mercilessly. "I haven't got enough in my account!" "Well how much do you have. Perhaps if you made a down payment, they will let me sign you out." Her face a picture of anger, she turned towards the doorway as if going to fetch her chequebook, but then suddenly stopped in her tracks as if something had just occurred to her. After a moment's thought, she turned back towards me. I raised my eyebrows in silent question. The girl was very anxious and seemed to be steeling herself to say or do something she found very difficult. Taking a deep breath, she raised her face, but her eyes couldn't quite meet mine. There was a rumbling in my tummy as I looked at her troubled expression, hoping to hear those magic words. "I... Um... I heard..." she began, unsure how to proceed. "What did you hear?" I replied, my voice friendly, trying to make her difficult task as easy as possible. "Um..." she continued nervously. "Someone told me that you... that you sometimes... um... sometimes come to a special arrangement... over things like this!" Don't agree too quickly, Pete. Make her work for it. Make her believe it's all her idea. "What sort of special arrangement?" I asked as blandly as I could manage. The girl blushed deeply and fidgeted awkwardly from one shapely leg to the other. "Um... sort of... sort of... if I did something for you... you would deal with the damage... unofficially?" I paused. It wasn't enough yet. She had to make the first move; the idea had to come from her. "What sort of thing do you mean?" I asked. The blush became even deeper. "Um... um... something to help you... down there..." There was no mistaking the way her eyes fell to my groin. It was working! The first, important step had been taken, but had she committed herself enough yet? In her mind, had she done enough to imprint on her memory that the suggestion had come from her, not from me? Better play safe and feign ignorance a little longer. "Who told you that?" I asked, my words not suggesting either admission or denial. "My friend Susie," she replied. "She lived here last year." I paused for a moment as if trying to remember, but it was all for show. I remembered Susie very well indeed. "What did she tell you?" The girl was still fidgeting but having posed the question, seemed a little more confident and in control of herself. "She said you had let them off all the damage they caused." "Why would I have done that?" I asked, disingenuously. "It took hours to fix and cost hundreds of pounds." I could see the girl desperately trying to avoid using the words that would commit her absolutely. Having got this far, I knew she would probably go through with it, but nevertheless, she still wanted it to be my idea. This was something I had to hold firm about. I must not suggest it; the girl had to offer herself. "Susie said she had..." I could see the agony on her pretty face as she forced out the words. "That she had given you... um... had sex... with her mouth and in return..." Her words faded but having used the words sex and mouth, she had said enough. "And in return, I had turned a blind eye and signed off the lease?" I finished her sentence for her. "She told you that had happened?" The girl nodded. "And you thought I might ignore all this damage here if you did the same?" She blushed pink and nodded again. "Well that's a turn-up," I exclaimed as if astonished to have been asked. "I'm amazed. I'm genuinely flattered, don't get me wrong." The look of embarrassed horror on the girl's face was a picture, and exactly what I had hoped to see. "Do you often offer to do that kind of thing?" I asked. "No!" she exclaimed, a look of shock and horror on her face. "No, of course, you don't," I apologised. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Ye...es," she replied, surprised. "And do you give him blowjobs?" I used the coarse word deliberately, partly to see how she reacted. She blushed, looked away and nodded. "Sometimes." "Are you good at them?" "He says I am." "And you'd be willing to give me one if it made all this trouble go away?" She looked up at me, frowning and nodded again. I pretended to mull the idea over for a minute. I could see her fidgeting awkwardly in embarrassment. "I'm deeply flattered, but I'm married, Ellie," I began. "Ella," she corrected me instinctively. "Ella," I corrected myself. "And even if I was interested, the damage here is much bigger than when your friend checked out. There's best, part of a thousand pounds of repairs to do here," I lied. "There's a Landlord's Inspection tomorrow too, and it would have to be done before then. I would have to work all night to fix it and tonight's our anniversary; I'm on a promise from my wife, and with three kids, those promises are rare." This time it was the girl's turn to look bewildered, but she was a bright kid and my meaning soon dawned on her. She blushed yet again. "Don't be embarrassed, you're incredibly sexy and I'd love to take you up on your offer, but if I miss my chance tonight, I might not get any action for months. Besides, I'm sorry to be crude Ella, but I'm hardly going to swap a whole night working in this place for a five-minute blowjob, however pretty you are and good you might be." A look of anguish and consternation crossed her young face as I carried on. "It's best I just write up the damage, you can give me a cheque -- if you've got your bankers' card -- and be on your way. You'll just have to tell your friends about losing the deposit, and the surcharge." I drew a deep breath. "Depending on what the Landlord finds tomorrow, it's going to run well into four figures." "No please!" she begged, getting really upset now. "There's no way I can pay that much." "Get your friends to pay their share. Or the kid that did the damage; that sounds best to me." I could see the difficulty of this going over and over in her mind. As I knew only too well, once they had left both the shared house and University behind, getting former housemates not only to forego the return of their hefty deposits, but to cough up extra for repairs, was a near impossibility. "It won't look great if you want to use us as a reference for your next place either, I'm afraid," I added, hoping to tip her over the edge and make the offer I really wanted. "You might have trouble getting another landlord to accept you." I could see the wheels in her mind whirring. It took only a couple of minutes for her to realise that there was only one option left, other than to face the music and pay up. And even then, I could see she wasn't at all sure how to make that terrible suggestion, or how it might be received. After all, I had just turned down oral sex with her. I took pity and tried to help put her out of her misery. "I'm sorry. I'd like to help, really I would. Like I said, you're a very sexy girl and I'm sure you do give great blowjobs, but if I let my wife down tonight, I don't know when I might get another chance to... to relieve my frustrations properly." There was a long pause before she made her move, and when she did, it was as awkward and uneasy as I had ever seen. The girl moved closer, touched me lightly on the forearm, then looked up into my eyes. "What if... what if I helped you relieve your frustrations instead?" I frowned as if puzzled, pretending not to understand what she meant. "What do you mean?" I asked disingenuously. "What... um... what if you relieved your frustrations with me here, in case your wife takes it badly?" I paused as if working it out. "You mean... not just a blowjob? You mean going all the way? Like, full-on sex?" She blushed the deepest red yet, but still nodded. "Here and now?" I asked as if in disbelief. Another awkward nod. "And if we did, you'd expect me to sign off the handover and fix everything before tomorrow?" "Yes." "So, you and your friends would get all their deposit money back?" She nodded again. "Please! Please say yes!" She was actually begging me. This was better than I had imagined possible. With a loud sigh, I looked ostentatiously first at my watch, then at her, as if weighing up a difficult decision. I left one last pause for effect before giving her the reply she needed to hear. "Okay, but I haven't got much time. Get your knickers off, quickly!" *** There were few perks of being a property agent in the nineteen eighties but having the chance to fuck young female students from time to time was by far the best. In all the years I was in the business, very few passed without my cock finding its wicked way into at least one upper-middle-class cunt. And none of them were sluts or slappers. At least they weren't before they met me. In those days, the city of Bristol and its educational institutions were little different from what they are now; havens for the spoilt, entitled offspring of Britain's top doctors, lawyers and rich businessmen, whether at the prestigious University or what was then the well-thought-of Polytechnic. More than half of these offspring were female; many of them aspiring IT Girls; West London Sloane Ranger types with long, expensively coiffed hair, slim figures and posh, private school accents, spending Daddy's money getting an education -- or at least trying to look as if they were. Not being from that section of society myself, the really posh totty was simply out of my class. It was the wannabe girls that made the richest pickings for me. Those were the girls I looked for. Every one of them had a soft, sweet pussy, and a small but significant proportion of those posh pussies could be made available to a good-looking young man, married or not, if he knew what buttons to press, and when and how to press them. I took care always to be that man; always clean, always dressed to show off the slim, muscular figure I had in those days; always polite but ready to respond in kind to the slightest hint of flirtation that came my way. In short, I tried always to be the kind of fit, strong, horny-handed, blue collared, good looking 'bit of rough' that all nice girls fantasise about. Many of them would like to experience in the flesh him too - if it could be done in safety and secrecy of course. A man like that could never be introduced to parents, let alone become a boyfriend. But I'm going too fast. Back in the days of Thatcher's Britain, money was all-important, and it didn't matter too much how you came by it. Property prices were booming, as was the student population and professionally built University accommodation of the kind we now see in abundance, was rare. Students had to fight for the few flats and houses that were available and as a result, the opportunities for unscrupulous landlords and their agents were plentiful. In Bristol, students used to have to group together and rent flats or houses from private landlords in the city. There were always too many students and too few nice places for them to stay, so groups would form very early on in the year and start looking. Most of those groups were single sex; in those days, landlords tried not to rent to mixed groups. Too many couples fell out and broke up, followed by troublesome and costly mid-lease changes in tenancies. Sometimes the groups would go to agencies, often they would try and make friends with older students in their final year in the hope of taking over their accommodation when they moved on. My role was to help this happen. The company I was working for when this story starts, was a small agency specialising in student accommodation. We rented out properties in the Clifton and Redland areas of the city. These were nicer areas where the more affluent students preferred and could afford to live, but we also had more bargain basement accommodation across the river in places like Bedminster, which in those days was very far from the relatively trendy, alternative place it is now. We had a number of private landlords on our books with perhaps eighty properties in total. We only rented to girls in the mistaken belief that they were less trouble, had fewer parties and caused less damage. Of course, a policy like this would not be allowed these days, but in the eighties, things were different. Part of my job was manning the shop so that kids could walk in off the street; other parts involved showing potential tenants around properties and, once all the properties had been let for the year, visiting them routinely to perform basic maintenance and to make sure all was well. This of course allowed plenty of time for me to assess the standard of female student in each place in terms of attractiveness and most importantly, potential availability come year end. The job came with an attractive, dark blue polo shirt for a uniform which I wore with tight jeans. Just over six feet tall, in those days I played competitive football -- soccer to any American readers -- so was slim and fit with a good physique. I spent a good few hours each week in the club's weight room too and I have to say, I looked pretty bloody good with my short dark hair and very dark brown eyes. My wife describes them as 'come to bed' eyes, and says that, along with my soft local accent, they were the thing that had attracted her to me most. A word about my wife Nicky. She and I met when we were at school, and we have been together ever since. She was only fourteen years old and already a complete stunner when we first met, and only sixteen when we got together as a couple, by which time her curvy figure and full breasts were turning heads all over the city. I was a couple of years older than her, and thought I was the luckiest boy in Bristol when she agreed to go out with me. My friends told me so every time they saw us together. And I really was the luckiest boy in Britain when I took her virginity a year or so later. My own cherry was long gone, so I had a bit more experience that wonderful Saturday afternoon on her parents' double bed. That experience paid off big- time. Nicky was as tight as a clam around my cock and screamed the house down when I finally broke through her hymen, plunging into her pussy for the first time. She came that very first fuck too. In those days, it was a lot harder to get into a girl's knickers for the first time than it is today. Reputations were more important and the consequences of mistakes were much harder to rectify. But like so many girls at the time, once that barrier had been breached, her virginity was gone and she knew what a real orgasm felt like, Nicky changed completely. From the sweet, innocent virgin she had been before, she became a slut. No, that's not the right word; only I had access to her body then and as far as I know, even now Nicky has still never had sex with anyone but me, but she became about as keen on sex as a girl could be without being thought a slut. From that day onwards, we were at it like rabbits. Wherever and whenever there was even half an opportunity to fuck, her knickers and my trousers would be down and there I would be, between her thighs, humping away. In those days the pill was only available on prescription and her doctor was a family friend so, despite our Catholic backgrounds, we had to make do with condoms bought in pub toilets. Of course, there were plenty of times when the urge was on us and we had no rubber protection to hand. On those occasions a prayer to St Mary and crossed fingers had to suffice. And poor St Mary had plenty of work to do; I can count on one hand the number of times we refrained from fucking because of the risk Nicky might get knocked up, but we were so in lust that we felt invincible and for a long time, we were lucky. As you can probably guess, I was never a very academic child; practical subjects were more my forte, but I struggled through the more mathematical aspects of courses in plumbing, joinery and electricals before landing myself a job with a local builder. It was mostly labouring at first, but I was still living at home and it brought in enough money to keep myself in beer and to spoil my gorgeous girlfriend. By now our sex life had become much more adventurous. Although we were both still living with our respective parents, when we did get together, we were much less constrained, exploring the more imaginative sides of our desires more and more. Before long, Nicky's blow jobs could blow my mind not just my cock, and I grew to love the taste of her slit, her clit and even her anus though she did pull out handfuls of my hair every time I ate her out. We fucked in her room, in mine, in my car, on the Downs and on the beach at Weston. We even once masturbated each other on the famous suspension bridge. Then our luck ran out and the inevitable happened: I got her pregnant just before her nineteenth birthday. It was made clear by all four of our Catholic parents that we needed to get married, we were very much in love anyway, so that's what we did. Nicky looked more beautiful than ever at the wedding. Her baby bump is just visible in some of the photos, as is her father's shotgun (joke). For Catholics, being a bride at nineteen wasn't that unusual in those days, and early marriages were in the family anyway; both her mother and mine had given birth by the age of twenty. Our first child, a daughter, was born the following November. We moved into a flat on the wrong side of the river and for a while were blissfully happy -- well, as happy as a nineteen and a just-twenty-one-year-old can be in a tiny apartment with a baby crying all the time. Needless to say, our sex life took a sudden turn for the worse. Fortunately, at work, things began to improve. I was moved onto more significant tasks which not only recognised my qualifications, they also brought in more money; enough to cover most of the bills. Nicky's job in a local supermarket paid the rest. Then, despite a much-reduced sex life, I knocked her up again when she was twenty, and for a third time at twenty-one. All three were accidental, but the result was the same. By the time I was twenty-three, I was responsible for a family of five and our copulations had come to almost a complete stop. With so many of us living in a small flat, the pressures and stresses were enormous, and, with Nicky no longer able to work even part time, so was the need to earn more money. Fortunately, around this time, I was approached by the Letting Agent I was working for when this story started. With a relatively large portfolio of properties, they needed someone permanently on their books who could do most of the ongoing maintenance on their properties. Thanks to my broad range of skills, one of the local landlords we used to do more substantial building work for had recommended me. The wages were considerably higher too, so I grabbed the opportunity with both hands. My builder Boss was furious, but as a goodly portion of his income came from this landlord, he just had to shut up and lump it and a month later, I donned the uniform of the Letting Agent and started out in the world of property rental. The business was to provide for us in so many ways, for the rest of my career. I have to say, I enjoyed the work from the start. I had a great deal of independence, got to travel the city, and could use the skills for which I had trained on a daily basis. Visiting stuck-up students wasn't my favourite activity; some of them saw me more as a servant or part of the furniture, but I quickly learned how to ignore them and do what I enjoyed doing best -- well, second best. Soon Nicky, the kids and I could afford to move into a small house rather than the tiny flat, my new Boss advising us how to negotiate a great deal with our new landlord. As the kids grew older and we grew more experienced, Nicky and I began to re- establish our sexual relationship again, albeit at a much lower level than before. She had torn during childbirth and, with my cock being so big, she now found all but the missionary position to be too painful. Fortunately, I could still make her cum in that position and did so as often as I was allowed. She did try to please me though; sometimes she would just bite her lip, ignore the pain and let me enter her hard from behind, but seeing the look of discomfort on her face in the bedroom mirror as I fucked her on her knees, made these occasions rare. Her interest in oral sex reduced too. I could still make her cum on the few occasions she still let me eat her out, but childbirth had made her much more self-conscious 'down there' and these orgasms were becoming rarer. And although her blowjobs were still world class, the gaps between them could now be measured in months rather than days or weeks. With each baby her weight increased, and her libido decreased, until by the time I was twenty-eight, though we both still loved each other, we had settled into one half-hearted sexual encounter a month at best. At worst, weeks would pass with nothing sexual between us at all, and I lived my life in a constant state of frustration which no amount of masturbation could relieve. Being a good looking, if perhaps rather conceited young man, there was no shortage of women in the city who would have been prepared -- even eager to help relieve my sexual frustration. But I loved my wife and besides, the city was too small a world for a passionate affair such as they and I would have wanted, to remain secret for long. Fortunately for me, fate decided to intervene and provided me with an unexpected, safer alternative. *** It all began with Fiona. I never did find out her last name. I suppose I could have looked it up in the paperwork but, given our entire affair lasted less than fifty minutes, it didn't really matter. I'm not sure she ever knew my name at all. She certainly never asked, but it was Fiona that set me off on the path I have pursued for most of my professional life. I remember the Friday morning it all began. I had been at work early, fixing a hot water boiler in a Redland flat before the student tenants got up. Given the amount of sleep students need, I had plenty of time, but I needed to be back in the office before eleven o'clock to cover for my colleague who had a Doctor's appointment. I did not usually man the office; in those days my role was mostly maintenance. My Bristol accent was quite strong and my manner with potential tenants was perhaps a little too brusque for some clients, but it made a nice change for me and I was looking forward to it. Fiona came through the door just before noon. I had noticed her looking at pictures of properties in the window before mounting the three steps and entering the room. I think it was her confidence that I noticed first. In those days, most female students were rather shy and diffident, but Fiona strode straight into the shop and right up to where I was sitting. It would not be acceptable today, but like most young men in the eighties, I wasn't afraid to give her a good looking over and for her to know I was doing it. A skinny brunette, I gave her six out of ten at best. She wasn't particularly pretty, her chest was flat and her skin was pale, but she had long, slim legs that her shiny leggings and heels showed off to impressive effect. "I'm due to look round the house on Manor Road," she said in a Liverpool accent hard enough to scratch a windowpane. I knew the house well. It was one of our very best student lets; a Georgian end terrace with five good sized bedrooms that had been on our books for some years. It had a large kitchen and even a lounge. I would have called that a sixth bedroom and tried to up the rent, but the owner preferred to keep the quality high and attract better tenants, and would only rent to girls in the naïve belief that they would look after the place better. Parts of it had seen better days, but I was -- and still am -- conscientious about maintenance, so all was in good order. So much so that it was always in great demand, usually passed on from year to year based on recommendations from previous girls, and always had a long waiting list in case any group dropped out at the last minute. The fact that a viewing was planned was a surprise. My colleague hadn't mentioned any visits that afternoon. I frowned then looked up at the arrival. "You're Fiona?" I asked. She nodded. "Right!" "I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting any viewings today." "I should be in the book. He told me he'd put it in." "Who told you?" "Don't know her name. An older woman; chubby, short hair, lots of beads, sour face." I smiled inwardly. She was describing the owner's wife perfectly. "Let me see." I looked in the large appointment diary open on the desk. Sure enough, there in pencil was a note: '12:00 - 25 Manor Road - x5 -- Fiona -- possible reserve.' "It says five of you. Are you all coming round?" "Just me," she smiled. "I wanted to see the place for myself. The others have already been." I fumbled in a filing cabinet for the property details and pulled out a handwritten sheet torn from a reporter's pad. "You do know there's a waiting list?" "Yeah! Of course. We're on it." "Is it in your name? I can't see a Fiona." "How about Claire? Claire Robinson?" I looked again. "Okay I've found your group. But you know you're only fifth on the waiting list? "That far down?" she asked, disappointedly. "It's a very popular place. And there's a real shortage of good places." She sighed. "Don't I know it. Look, can I see it anyway? If it's as good as the girls say, I might have some ideas." For a moment, I wondered what she meant by that, but when no more information appeared, I looked up at the clock on the wall. I wasn't supposed to leave the office unmanned, but it was lunchtime, the day had been quiet, and it was unlikely that half an hour of absence would make much difference. "Okay! My car's' outside," I smiled. *** It took ten minutes to drive from the office to the house. It would have been less if the roads hadn't been blocked by badly parked cars, but that was all part of Bristol's dubious attraction. On the way, Fiona chatted pleasantly, her accent become stronger and stronger as she relaxed. Within minutes I learned that she was in her second year of study at the city's Polytechnic, that the four other girls she was planning to share with had known each other since their first year, and that although she was very much a latecomer to the group, she had promised to secure them a good place to life in their final year. She clearly wanted to perform well for her new friends. The house looked like all others in the street, apart from the untidy garden. The rest of the row were pristine. I made a mental note to deal with it the next week then rang the front doorbell to warn any residents within and let the two of us inside. "Wow!" Fiona was impressed from the start and should have been; this was one of the smartest student houses in one of the nicest parts of the city. Not quite up to Clifton trendiness, but better accommodation at a much better price. I took her on a tour of the lounge, kitchen and garden before leading her upstairs to the first three bedrooms and bathroom. The rooms were large, light, well decorated and fairly tidy. There were a few items of underwear scattered across the carpets but nothing to worry about. Another flight of stairs brought us to the two remaining bedrooms and the shower room. There were equally well looked after. As we descended the stairs I could tell Fiona was very impressed and wasn't at all surprised when, on returning to the kitchen, she started trying to negotiate. "Where did you say we were on the list?" I looked at the file in my hand. "Fifth, I'm afraid." She pulled a face. "Has everyone else seen the place?" "I'm not sure. Most know it already so don't bother." "Have they offered a deposit up front? We can offer a big one." "We can't accept deposits unless we have a contract," I replied, amused. The girl thought for a moment, then turned to me with a strange expression on her face. "How about if we offered a special deposit. A personal one for you... Would twenty quid that persuade you to get out your pencil and move us to the top of the last?" This sum was not trivial -- it was in the early eighties after all - was not the first time I had been offered a bribe to give preferential treatment to a potential tenant. Last time the amount mentioned was much higher and I had still rejected it. The look on my face must have given away my lack of interest. "How about fifty then?" "Fiona please..." "A hundred then, but that's as much as we agreed." I looked at her puzzled. "You talked about bribing me before you came? You agreed how far you could go?" She looked shame faced; caught out in her and her friends' scheming. "And that's the real reason you wanted to come round today?" She nodded. "Listen Fiona, taking a bribe is more than my job's worth. I appreciate how hard it is to get any half decent accommodation, let alone a place as nice as this, but I can't take money just to play about with the waiting lists. You'll just have to wait and hope the others fall through. They often do." I had turned towards the door as if making to leave when she called me back. "What if I giv'yer a gobble too?" Her accent was at its strongest so it took a few seconds for me to understand what she meant, and even then I thought I must have misunderstood. The look I gave her must have been gormless in the extreme because she laughed at me and repeated herself slowly. "I said, what if I give you a gobble? Will that move us to the top of the list?" "You mean...?" I stammered, unable to believe my ears. "You want me to say it slowly?" she frowned. "I'm offering to suck you off, here and now, if you put us first on the list for this house next year." This offer had come right out of left field and for a moment, left me completely stunned. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. As far as I knew, girls had to be wooed, seduced, cajoled or persuaded into doing anything sexual. No girl had ever offered me any form of sex as a transaction before. In my limited experience, only prostitutes did this -- but this girl was very obviously not a prostitute. She must have misunderstood my hesitation because she sighed heavily. "Okay. If you do the offer letter today, you can fuck me too. But it's my final offer, and I want to see the letter first, right?" "Are you serious?" "Deadly!" *** If sex with my wife Nicky hadn't been so infrequent and unsatisfactory, the rest of my life might have been different. If I had been getting my end away as regularly then as I had been before the kids arrived, the prospect of a bit of Posh Totty might not have had such an appeal. But my sex life was terrible, Fiona's legs were long and enticing, and the chances of being discovered so small that any qualms I might have had were quickly overcome. We drove back to the office in silence, both of us nervous, my eyes straying constantly from the road to her skinny, shiny-covered thighs and back. I parked the car, opened the back door with my key, leaving the door to the street locked and the 'Closed' sign in place. "Through here!" I hissed, leading her through to the kitchen area. "Letter first!" Fiona insisted, a nervous smile on her face. "Okay!" Returning to the front office and ignoring any faces that looked through the display window, I quickly located the master tenancy offer letter from the cabinet and began to fill in the lead tenant's details from the waiting list in my file. A minute or two later, I had signed it, dated it, photocopied it, changed the order of documents in the file to cover my amendment, and was back in the kitchen to show it to Fiona as proof. I still could not quite believe it was happening; surely it was just some student prank; surely the joke, whatever it was, would soon be obvious and I would be a laughingstock. But no. As I entered the kitchen, I found the girl had already removed her heels, her shiny leggings and jacket, and was standing there bare legged in her panties and T-shirt. Silently, I handed her the top copy of the confirmation letter. She thanked me, read it, smiled broadly, then without another word, dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle my belt. I took a deep breath, not quite able to believe what was happening as my belt was opened, my zip lowered, and my trousers slipped down to my knees, revealing a large and growing bulge in my exposed pants. "You've done this before," I observed with a smile as her hand cupped my firming cock. She said nothing but looked up. Our eyes met. There was a nervous twinkle in hers, I suspect baffled excitement in mine but a moment later, my underpants had joined my trousers at knee level and my imprisoned cock had been given its freedom. Many years, and more than as many girls later, I now know that my cock is on the large side; not porn-star huge, but generously proportioned, especially in its thickness. How experienced Fiona really was I will never know, but the look of shock on her face when my erection sprang up only inches from it is one I will cherish forever. I could see that, for a moment at least, she was taken aback, but to give her credit, she never looked like backing out of our deal. Indeed, as she took my shaft in her hand and began to lick its rough underside, a determined expression appeared on her features. The blowjob she delivered was nowhere near the best I have ever had, but it was good enough and, being the first |
illicit sexual act that I had undertaken since my marriage, has remained imprinted on my mind ever since. Fiona licked, sucked and nibbled my erect cock, running her fist up and down its shaft and her tongue over its smooth, swollen end like a pro. Deep throating was not on her menu, and I could have done with a lot more eye contact, but it still felt amazingly good. The girl might not have experienced many cocks, but she had clearly given those she had known, plenty of attention. I could have spent a good half hour with my cock in her mouth, but eventually Fiona decided that it was time to move on, slowly released me and rose to her feet. As her face became more level with mine, I could see from her expression that I wasn't the only one her ministrations had massively affected. Her eyes sparkled and her body simply exuded arousal. She backed away until her buttocks were pressed against the edge of the kitchen table, her eyes fixed on mine all the time. I followed eagerly but clumsily, my knees tied together by my trousers, keeping as close to her as I could until our mouths were only inches apart. Then we kissed, falling on each other; lips immediately open, tongues thrust violently into each other's mouths as our teeth clashed. Her hand dropped to my naked cock and began to pump it. In return, my fingers slid inside the back of her knickers, grabbed her skinny buttocks and pulled her towards me. There was no love or emotion in it; this was sex; raw sex, pure and simple. As her hands worked up and down my shaft, my fingers plunged the length of her cleft until they found the base of her slit from behind and worked their way into it. She gasped and I felt her grip on my tighten. I began to finger her, pressing her bodily against my groin but the angle was awkward and my actions clumsy. Abandoning the idea, I slipped my hand from her buttocks to the tangle of fur between her upper thighs. Long before girls began to trim or even shave themselves down there, it was long and wiry and wrapped itself tightly around my fingertips as I began to roughly explore her slit. She was wet when I started and soaking wet by the time I pushed her back onto the kitchen table and roughly pulled her knickers down her long, skinny legs. Throwing them into the corner of the room. I spread her unresisting thighs wide and moved in for the kill, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her crease until I had parted her fleshy inner lips and found what I was looking for; her entrance. My fingers must have done their work well, because neither she nor her well- lubricated pussy offered any form of resistance as I thrust my cock deep into her pussy. Instead she opened her legs wider, threw her head back, and let me take her. Within a handful of strokes, I had bottomed out inside her, my own dark, curly patch grinding hard against hers, her deep, dark passage so much tighter than my wife's had ever been, that for a moment, it took my breath away. And then I began to fuck her. It was crude, it was passionate, it was still almost impossible to believe, but it really happened. There, on the office kitchen table, surrounded by half washed teacups, plates, coats, stacks of paper and used lunchboxes, the girl I only ever knew as Fiona, bought herself and her friends a year in one of the best student properties in Bristol, and I embarked on what was to become more than two decades of occasional infidelity. My sex life having been exclusively with Nicky for so long, the feel of another woman's body around me was a very pleasant surprise. Fiona was so much tighter, so much deeper and the angle of penetration so different from anything my wife and I had done in years, that I had to fight not to cum straight away. But fight I did, counting backwards from twenty and picturing ugly politicians in my mind, until I had brought my arousal under some kind of control. From there on it was pure sexual bliss. Fiona lay back on her elbows, her head rising and falling as I thrust in and out of her pussy in as long, rhythmic strokes as I could manage. Dirty wet slapping sounds and a powerful aroma of sex emanated from our joined loins as her lubrication began to flow in earnest. Her legs wrapped themselves around my back as if to prevent my premature escape; a moment later my arms were underneath her knees, raising them, parting them until I had free, unimpeded access to her body. The soft sounds of pleasure that had been coming from her open mouth became gasps and squeals as her own arousal rose to meet mine, then merged into a long, high pitched wail. I fucked her harder, pulling her bodily onto my cock as I thrust my hips forward and back like a man possessed. Her wails became louder then, as my thrusting reached its rapid, erratic peak and I felt my climax rushing in in me, were cut off altogether in a silent scream as, with a series of hard, animal like grunts and moans, I began to cum. Hot, burning rods of fire flowed from the base of my cock, up my spine and down the inside of both thighs as my climax robbed me of breath and my body began to empty itself into the girl's pulsating, welcoming body. It was amazing, bewildering, long lasting and deeply satisfying, my cock throbbing and pulsing within the girl's tight, wet, wonderful cunt. It was also completely unprotected, as was most sex in the eighties, when AIDS was all but unknown and birth control was definitely something for the girl to worry about. We were both awkward and embarrassed afterwards, and almost by agreement, spent as little time together as decency would allow. There seemed to be no tissues in the office, so Fiona had to wipe up the considerable mess with kitchen paper while I pulled up my pants and trousers and retrieved her knickers from the corner of the room. I offered her a coffee or even a stronger drink while she straightened her hair and pulled on her shiny leggings, but she politely declined. A few minutes later, she left the office, a white envelope containing the prized tenancy confirmation in her handbag. I watched her as she walked slightly stiffly down the street, then turned the corner and disappeared out of sight. I sighed, made myself a coffee and began to think how I could explain to the group of girls who had been at the top of the waiting list that they would not after all, be living in the student house of their dreams. As I stood in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, my eyes were inevitably drawn to the table where my first act of infidelity had just taken place. In my trousers was a partly erect, sticky, slightly sore cock. On my face was a broad smile. *** So, my career as a faithful husband ended and my life as an unscrupulous sexual adventurer began. For several days and even more nights, I felt terribly guilty about what had happened, not even trying to persuade my wife to have sex just in case she noticed something had changed. But life has a way of making us come to terms with these things. Once I realised that Fiona had much more to lose than I did and had far more interest in keeping our encounter secret, I began to relax and enjoy the memories of a very pleasant episode indeed. I also quickly realised that this was a formula that could potentially be used over and over again, if I stayed alert to the opportunity and played my cards carefully. I resolved to do just that. Things were a little haphazard at first, but within three months I had been sucked off by a tall, dark haired Biology student on her knees in the kitchen of the Redland flat I was showing her round. As with Fiona, it was a prepayment for making the flat hers for the next academic year by moving her and her friend's names to the top of the waiting list. The rest of the payment was taken a week later, on her back in the large bedroom she had just moved into; one with a wonderful view over a small park. Her flatmate wasn't due to arrive for another couple of days, which was fortunate because the girl all but screamed the house down as she came, her extraordinarily tight, pulsating cunt making me work as hard as I could not to cum too soon myself. The girl enjoyed it so much, she asked me back the following day for a repeat performance. Even today, it still amazes me how much unexpected pleasure these girls get out of being fucked in this crude, no-strings, no regrets way by a good- looking stranger. Few reach the mind numbing multi-orgasmic state that Ella reached, but very few fail to reach some form of climax. Okay, my cock is quite large and after so many years of practice, I know my technique is good, but there's a lot more to it than that. Maybe it's the danger; maybe it's the thrill of being out of her comfort zone with a bit of rough. My guess is that it's at least partly because it's a chance to be nothing but a desired, sex object for the first and, given the high-flying career paths of most female Bristol graduates, probably the last time in their lives. So, my life of infidelity continued, with me refining my technique with every encounter, successful or not. Over the years, I learned some important lessons which I found could dramatically improve my chances of success: Firstly, concentrate on houses which were already being shared by half a dozen girls or more -- or which half a dozen girls wanted to share. With such a big property, the deposit would be large and the incentive not to lose it would be much greater. Secondly, always visit the house late on checkout day. In those days, fewer students had cars so either had to travel by train or be collected by their parents. By arriving late, I could ensure those girls who had trains to catch would be gone, as would most of those being collected. The ideal result was to find only one girl left who had her own car and had agreed to handle the final check-out on behalf of them all. The benefits of this were huge. Firstly, the more affluent girl left would feel considerable pressure to get her poorer friends' money back. Second, there would be no time for her to call anyone in to fix any damage I claimed to have found during my inspection. Third, and most importantly, with no witnesses to see or hear, the long-term risk to her reputation of using her body to buy me off was small. There would be no witnesses other than ourselves, and if she had an attack of conscience later on, anything that she and I got up to could be written off as an unfortunate incident that should not have taken place, but which in the context of the rest of her life, was unimportant. In this way, we both won. The girl saved both herself and her housemates money, or perhaps won them the living space they most desired. The cost to herself was small; zero in monetary terms and tolerable in terms of physical discomfort and reputational damage. Her task achieved, the girl could get on with her life without the risk of being exposed, both of us having enjoyed a very pleasant interlude indeed. As I said, very few years passed during which at least one such encounter did not take place. Some years yielded much richer pickings, for some reason, especially among medical students of every description. This year was proving to be one of the best, and having succumbed to all my carefully honest tactics, sweet, pretty, unexpectedly enthusiastic Ella was proving to be the icing on the cake. *** Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup! "Fuck yeah!" I growled. God! The girl's cunt felt good; tight as a fist and wet as a flannel. Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup! "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" It was clearly good for Ella too, because with a soft, high-pitched wail, her arms gave way and her face fell to the tabletop as she croaked in astonishment. "Oh God! Oh my God!" My grip on her hips tightened and I looked down onto her pale back and rounded buttocks as I pummelled her cervix from behind. Her legs were spread wide, her light summer skirt had been raised high around her waist and her pale pink knickers were around her ankles. Her full, soft bottom was thrust obscenely towards me, her cheeks rippling beautifully as I rammed my cock into her wonderfully tight vagina over and over again. Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup! "Mmmm that's good! You're sooo fucking tight!" I hissed between passion- gritted teeth. Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup! "God! Oh God! Oh God! Be gentle! Please be gentle!" she pleaded in response. Ignoring her plea but confident she would enjoy the result, I increased both the speed and force of my thrusting. I was right! The girl grabbed the table's edge with both hands as she wailed, her head suddenly thrown back, her eyes first wide open, then tightly closed as I hammered into her sweet, defenceless body. Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup! Wave after wave rippled across her full buttocks. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" I had made the right choice. Her voice became hoarse and croaking as I thrust into her harder and harder. However reluctant she had been at first, she was really enjoying being fucked now. And why wouldn't she? Being taken from behind by a good-looking bit of rough with a cock as big and experienced as mine, was something most of the clever, intellectual girls fantasised about, but never imagined would actually happen. Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup! "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Yessss!" Now this particular girl's fantasy was coming true. She was getting what she needed, even if she hadn't realised it before now. Crude and sexist that thought might be, but if it wasn't so, how come I had been so successful over the last years? How come so many of the city's brightest girls had let me fuck them? "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Oh my God, yessss!" The girl who body was currently wrapped around my cock was no exception. The white rim of churned juices around the base of my shaft showed just how turned on she had become, as did the loud but incoherent moans of pleasure filling my ears. The powerful, earthy aroma of a young girl in heat filled my nostrils too, urging me on to even greater sexual efforts. Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup! "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! MMMMMMMMM!" She was simply perfect; tighter, deeper and much, much hotter than I had expected. She had been easier to persuade than I had expected too; naïve and gullible; perfect for the quick no strings, no comeback, anonymous fuck we were having. Her last act before leaving the city forever. "MMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMM!" The climax that shook her body took her completely by surprise, making her legs tremble and her knees go weak. Fully impaled on my cock, she fell hard against the table, her weight borne by its dark wooden surface and the thick shaft being hammered into her by my rapidly thrusting hips. She had not expected to have sex at all that afternoon, let alone to cum so hard. Now she would remember both for a very long time. Although I had hoped the meeting might end with a fuck, I never took it for granted and even wafter it had started, to be honest, I had not expected her to cum either. Though my cock was unquestionably large and, thanks to plenty of practice, my technique good, few of my end of term conquests were in the right frame of mind to reach the full-on, body-shaking climax I was watching now. But that only made those who did take the final step into helpless orgasm that much more special. And Emma, or Emily, or Emmy or whatever her name was, had proved to be one of the sweetest conquests yet. Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup! "OooowwwWWWWYYYEESSSS!" she wailed. Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup! I could feel her vagina in spasm, clamping down on my shaft then releasing it as I thundered in and out of her sweet body. I could even kid myself I could feel her cervix opening and closing against my sensitive head, preparing itself to receive the liberal dose of sperm filled semen that would soon inevitably arrive. That thought alone was almost enough to tip me over the edge. I tried to fight the instinct to cum, but my thrusts grew faster and more forceful of their own accord, banging the table with its climaxing female passenger bodily against the kitchen wall. Slup-slup-slup-slup! Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk Slup-slup-slup-slup! Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk "Oh God! Oh my God! Oh my God yesss!" Another wave of climactic spasms rippled through her, tightening her cunt around my cock even harder. The effect on me was instant and predictable; the sensations were simply overwhelming and... "Gonna cum! Gonna cum now!" Now it was my turn to croak as the fire in my groin grew stronger and stronger. Slup-slup-slup-slup! Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk Slup-slup-slup-slup! Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk "Oh God! OH GOD YES PLEEEAAASE..." Another huge orgasmic spasm shook her body. This time I could definitely feel her cervix opening and closing against my tip. Sluppity-sluppity-slupplity-sluppity! Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk My thrusts grew even harder, even faster and much more erratic as my climax bore down upon me. Sluppity-sluppity-slupplity-sluppity! Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk "NnnnHHHHRRRRHHHH!" The growl that escaped my lips as I began to cum deep inside the girl's spasming vagina emanated from my chest rather than my throat; a base, feral, animal howl driven by the force of my climax. However good it was for the girl, this was one of the most intense orgasms I had enjoyed in a long time. White hot daggers of pleasure and pain shot from deep in my groin, down the backs of both legs and up into my spine as I rammed myself with the full force of my thighs into her soft, now totally compliant body. "NNNNGGGGHHH!" I leaned heavily on her hips and back, crushing her good-sized breasts against the tabletop as I came as hard as I could remember cumming. My own legs went as weak as hers, my back arched, my neck twisted as spasm after spasm gripped my whole frame. Then finally came release as the entire contents of my swollen balls surged through my rock-hard shaft, erupted through the tiny lips on its smooth, rounded end and cascaded through the open, soft pink peach of the cervix against which they were firmly pressed. "NNNNGGGGHHH!" Rope after rope of thick, creamy semen spurted into the darkness inside the girl's completely unprotected body, smearing across her pulsating cervix, through its open mouth and deep into the womb beyond as the final orgasm she would experience as a Bristol student wracked her soft, fertile body. The room became still, the silence broken only by the panting of two stunned lovers in post-coital shock. For several minutes we stayed exactly where we were, gasping for breath, the girl spread helplessly across the kitchen table, me pressed against her buttocks, my still-throbbing cock buried deep within her wet cunt as the final few drops of semen were pumped from my body and into hers. Drops of sweat fell from my forehead onto her naked lower back and pink tinged, slightly chubby buttocks. A minute or two later, my cock began to soften. A moment after that it slipped from her gaping cunt, bringing with it a trail of creamy fluids which ran down the back of her right leg. I could see her whole body trembling with the aftershocks of her unexpected orgasms. "Are you okay Emma?" I asked, stroking her back and buttocks. The underside of each cheek was pink from where my hips and thighs had smacked into them every time I bottomed out inside her. She sighed then slowly raised herself on her arms. I took her hand and helped her to her feet where she stood unsteadily. "Ella," she corrected me again in a soft, slightly slurred, freshly fucked voice. I looked at my latest and perhaps most satisfying conquest yet; her pretty face and neck were flushed from repeated climaxes, her eyes still dreamy and unfocussed. "Are you sure you're okay?" I asked, playing the caring lover as convincingly as I could. "Do you want to sit down? Can I get you a glass of water?" "N..No... thanks," she replied, her voice unsteady as the reality of what had just happened began to dawn on her. It was a moment I recognised well and had seen many times before; the moment realisation and regret moved in to displace the euphoria of having cum so hard during what for most was the first and possibly last, casual, no strings fuck of their lives. For some, this was the point when the fact that they had in effect just become a whore and had offered sex for reward also began to dawn on them. On those occasions, tears of remorse were routine and could almost make me regret having taken advantage of the opportunity myself. Almost. Fortunately, freshly fucked Ella was not one of those girls. If it ever dawned on her that she had just prostituted herself, it happened after she and I had parted. Right then she was more concerned with the semen that was dribbling down the backs of her legs. "Here," I smiled, handing her a fistful of tissues from a box next to the oven. "Thanks," she mumbled, then thrust the paper between her thighs where, now she had stood up, even I could see the trickle of semen on her inner thighs had become a pleasingly large stream. She did the best she could, used the sticky tissues to wipe the pool of our combined juices from the table top then pulled her tight-fitting dress down over her well-used pussy and bottom and eased her pink panties up underneath its hem. "I need... the bathroom..." she stammered. "Of course," I smiled. Ella shuffled towards the doorway, glancing back over her shoulder only once. I pulled up my own jeans, tucking my dark, glistening, still half turgid cock into my pants. I could see she had been shaken by what had just occurred. I had seen it many times before; having hard, brutal, no-strings sex with a stranger had been a great deal more enjoyable than she had imagined, even in her fantasies. Being fucked from behind by a big cock over the kitchen table was about as humiliating and unromantic as a fuck could be, but it had delivered the kind of crude, intense, purely physical pleasure that deep down, all girls crave and which before today, she hadn't understood was in her. Still tingling from the aftershocks of her orgasms, the shame, guilt and regret which I knew would eventually follow, had not yet taken hold. I looked at her pretty face and curvy figure with pleasure and satisfaction. Once again, physical desire had triumphed over intellectual prowess. Though I envied the girls their education and the life of success and affluence that no doubt awaited them, it was good for my own self esteem to know that when it came down to it, these girls could be just as driven by earthy desires as the rest of us. However she felt about me when, as it surely would, remorse eventually set it, Ella would be unable ever to claim - even to herself - that she had been forced to take part. She would never be able to deny that she had initiated and entered whole-heartedly into the copulation that had taken place, or that she had enjoyed it beyond all her expectations. The very noticeable pink flush on her cheeks and chest was evidence enough. But of course, she still had to make sure the financial aspects of our agreement were firmly in place. "I... I'd better be going now," she stammered, giving me a smile that made my loins ache for more of her body. "You don't have to," I began. "My parents will be worried if I'm too late." "You could call them..." I replied, nodding towards the payphone on the hallway. "I'd rather just... you know," she replied awkwardly. "Thanks. I hope it doesn't take you too long to put things right again." "Six or seven hours," I lied with my own smile. "But I'm used to it." "Will you get into trouble?" "Not if I get it done tonight." She smiled again, embarrassed. "So, you will sign off the lease?" "Of course. Don't worry. You'll get all your money back. And a reference, I promise." The look of relief on her face was a picture to remember. "And you promise you'll never let anyone know that I... that we...?" "Cross my heart," I grinned making the usual gesture. "My lips are sealed. Your reputation is safe with me." She turned away and began to walk out of the room, her body still no doubt tingling but already much more relaxed. And indeed, the girl really did have no need to worry. Unscrupulous I might have been in terms of getting my end away, but in all my years in the business I never once broke my word. This story is the closest I have ever come to letting the world know what went on in those heady, wild days. "Oh, by the way..." I called after her. She stopped and turned to look at me, a look of enquiry and anxiety on her face. "You were good, Ella. Very good in fact! Remember that." The full-face blush that accompanied her embarrassed smile made my heart ache. "Thanks," she replied, surprised but obviously pleased by the compliment, despite herself. She turned to go, then hesitated and turned back towards me. "So were you," she said with an embarrassed smile. "I enjoyed it. A lot." Then she skipped out of the room and out of the house. A minute later I heard the poorly tuned engine of a small car fire up and the girl drove away, out of the city, out of my life and into her glowing future. I sighed with a little sadness. She really had been an amazing fuck, and no doubt, would have been a lovely girl too if I had been able to get to know her. But there was no way she and I could have repeated the afternoon's brief but very pleasant encounter. It had been strictly a one-off; possibly the only time in her entire life that she would do anything like it. Still, it had been great while it lasted. I smiled in satisfaction as I mentally added another well-bred, upper-middle-class notch to the pleasingly long line on my metaphorical bedpost. It would be hard, but the damage to the house would be repaired within a couple of days. The landlord would never know it had happened, the girls' very substantial deposit would be returned in full and all that would remain of the afternoon's delightful fuck would be memories. They would be very pleasant memories for me; I hoped Ella's would remain pleasant too. Only she and I ever needed to know that for half an hour on a sunny summer afternoon in Bristol, she had willingly become a prostitute. With that thought in my head, I retrieved my tools from the van outside, and began to work. _While submitting this story the first time an error occurred which omitted the first paragraph, for those of you who read it the first time it may make a bit more sense now._ * Lorraine, Now that our divorce is final, and the two order's, one for none harassment, and the other, effectively gagging me from saying anything about you, have both elapsed, it now gives me great pleasure in telling you a few home truths. For starters, I'll admit I was at fault, when you caught me fucking your 19 year old daughter from your first marriage, but a guy can only go for so long without, and considering I was under the impression you were taking frigid 101 at evening classes, well a guys gonna look elsewhere, You may be wondering how it started, well you remember that night about 2 month's after your French trip, when you told me you were going out with your college friends, it was the same night I'd planned for the both of us to visit my parents and we had a blazing row about it. As it turned out they were out when I got there, so after a short visit to the local watering hole, I returned home, only to catch, Jackie, your little princess, being gang fucked by three guys. Needless to say, the guys didn't hang around long once they saw me, and Jackie was sobbing and pleaded with me not to say anything to you, well she was curled up in the middle of the living room floor, with not a stitch of clothing on, and from my angle I could not only see her cute rear end, but also her very red and swollen pussy lips, and considering the lack of intimate contact I received from you over the last year and a half, I gave her an ultimatum, either we fucked, and yes that first one was a fuck, and nothing more, or I told you everything I saw that night, knowing with your temper you would have laid into her with whatever you could have got your hands on. With Jackie having been on the receiving end of your temper more than once, she knew what to expect if she didn't comply, don't get me wrong, she wasn't all that keen on fucking me, until I made her cum three times with my tongue, and once with my cock up her arse, then afterwards she finally admitted it was the best sex she'd ever had, and I also have to add that she's a much better fuck that you ever were. I Hope you're still reading this, because the next on the list is your berating me at every hand and turn, both to our friends, and both our families, about my inability to get you pregnant, when after five long years it all turns out that, during your princess' birth, she fucked up your womb, so you could not have any more, Well I got news for you, my new girlfriend, Amy is expecting already, and twins at that, go figure? You remember Amy, Jackie's friend from school, and six months younger than Jackie, Jackie introduced us to each other, as Amy has this thing for older guys, well I have to tell you, she's got one hell of a tight pussy, and sucks like a 2 dollar whore. Keep reading, I know you can't resist it, next we have evening classes, I now know why you were so cold and frigid to me, you see I have this disk, where it came from and who sent it I have no idea, but I certainly know who's on it, every last man, (and two women), of them, yes my dear, (and I use that term sarcastically), it's you and your fellow students, If you remember that weekend you went to France, supposedly to do with the course you were taking, well it looks like French wasn't the only oral you were learning, I watched as you had all three holes filled at once, while you gave the last two guys hand jobs at the same time, make no wonder you didn't want to put anything my way, The next scene was a repeat of the first, but a different woman, Tanya, (Yes I do know who she is) Then there was the scene, of you with Tanya I assume it was her doing the filming while you took on all 5 of the guys, and you did the same for her, well back to her, now up until 2 hours ago, I didn't know who she was, but now I do, and I will be paying her old man a visit, (I hear he's one that hits first, then extracts answers later), that should be fun after he's seen this disk. Well all I can say, is enjoy, Tom, Rob, John, George, and Jeff, while you can, as I have a feeling they will be out of action for a while, and in need of medical treatment. Now if your still reading this, and have not binned it, I'll tell you, I've had the disk for just over six month's and have spent many hours watching it, well we both have, and to be honest, Amy gets fucking hot when she watches the two of you eating each other, and we fuck like 20 year olds, we think that's how she got knocked up so quick. Is your blood boiling yet and steam coming out or your ears, NO, well read on, Now onto your princess, I know she moved out, and went to live with friends, well I don't know if you know but she's moved on from there and is now living with Amy and myself, it turns out that they were a bit more than friends through school, so I'm treated to some lovely all girl interaction on a regular basis, then I get to fuck, one or the other, or sometimes both, but for how much longer, with Amy's condition, I'm not sure, still there's always Jackie. Jackie's seen the disk, we have many nights where we watch it, and critique your performance, and pick up the odd tip, and I've even heard Jackie tell Amy, she thinks you're an even bigger slut that she is. By now, I suppose you're fuming, at the thought of your ex-husband and your princess screwing each other, but there's nothing you can do about it, she's over the age of consent, and despite the age difference, we're good together all three of us, though Jackie is the more submissive of the three of us, and loves to do anything to please us. Now Amy has a bit of a fetish, if you want to call it that, she loves intimate piercings, she has both her own nipples and her clit hood pierced, which I absolutely adore, so next week Jackie's having hers done as well, but with a difference, she's getting her inner and outer labia done as well, at Amy's request, Amy says she might have her tattooed as well, but we'll see about that. Now you know that Jackie loves to fuck, I should tell you that she started a new job three weeks ago, she now works for an old buddy of mine, in customer services, but not the kind you expect, yes it's called customer services, but in reality it's more like servicing customers, he's told me that she's so popular amongst his clients, that his business is struggling to meet the new orders she's secured for him. He regularly films her meetings, so now all three of us watch her performance's as well, which leads to some very nasty fucking by all of us. One of our favourites is where she re-enacted your five guy performance one evening, for five of my buddies clients, the only difference is, that when she's servicing her clients, she makes them wear a condom, not like you letting those guys fuck you bareback, both you and Tanya must have sloshed as you walked with all that semen inside you. I love to see her just after she's finished, she looks so fucked out, but still always has one last fuck for me, because she says she likes to go to sleep with a squishy pussy, she is one nasty sex freak. One more bit of bad news for you, if your still reading this, the house, my house, the one your still living in, well seeing as Amy's up the duff, with twins, and this place is nowhere near big enough for 5 of us, I have appealed to the courts, against the ruling that you are awarded the house, seeing as you now live alone in it, my lawyer believes we will win, so by the time you get this letter, you should also have been served with notice to quit, with that I wish you good hunting, for your next living accommodation. Good luck, and good riddance Your ex-husband David P.S. Jackie's just come home, and informed me that she's leaving work in 7 months, as she's just found out she's going to be a mommy too, so you can see, there was never anything wrong with my plumbing, and how does it feel to know that your ex, is the father of your grandchild, I know one thing, I feel great. |
The wind was knocked out of Belle when Pi was able to land another punch. The succubus drove her fist straight into the sloth-child's flat stomach. With any luck she'd break the thin bitch in half, that's what was going through Pi's mind right now anyway. Belle whimpered as she felt gear-crafted bones shift. Thankfully she was durable, being made of flesh and steel. That didn't stop her from smashing into a tree trunk though and having the bark bruise up her marble-pale flesh. She sagged and growled low as she slid down bare feet. "Listen, vache, you keep that up and I'm going to take your head off." The Frenchwoman lifted her chin with noble difference. Alas that only made it a more tempting target for the red-skinned temptress who struck it with a backhand. Belle went off of her feet again and sailed through the hair before landing amid prickly strawberry bushes. "I should have done this a long time ago." Pi's voice wasn't husky with seduction as per usual but laced with bloodlust. She didn't know how to handle the potent mixture of emotions cascading through her at the moment so they were coming out in a violent gusher. She whipped her head around looking for something to smash her rival to pieces with. Heavy breasts swayed with the motion. She settled on a rather bit thick stick, which was actually a sapling. "You slut." "Oh that's funny coming from a succubus! Tch." One of Belle's flaming sockets had squeezed shut as she pulled herself to her feet. Delicate toes curled into soft grass. She sprung forward and pounced Pi before the enraged woman could be ready. This cat-fight had been brewing for centuries and now it was time for both demonesses' to just let go. While Pi liked to punch and kick that was beneath the white she-devil's sensibilities. She took a nice big handful of Pi's black head of hair and pulled as hard as she could. In turn the sultry woman yowled! She was pretty sure a clump of her scalp was threatening to come free! Now that was just dirty pool! Pi grabbed hold of the other woman's petite waist and tried to pull her away. Instead Belle raked her nails down the side of her former best-friend's face, possibly going for an eye. With a bellow Pi stomped forward and slammed then both into a tree. The ash buckled with the groan of splitting wood before slowly toppling over. For a brief moment all of their feminine curves were crushed together. While neither of them were elephants it was the grass that was suffering. Woodland animals fled for a good mile around. The two demoness' hadn't even started fighting with infernal magic yet. The strikingly erotic contrast of crimson and chalk didn't last long though. Pi threw Belle from her, losing some hair in the process. She was foolishly overcome with vanity and felt at the molested spot on her head. That tick of hesitation was what Belle needed to get some breathing room. She crouched low once she landed with a snap of artificial tail, which gouged at the ground beneath her. The Frenchwoman lingered there in the graceful pose until the tree finally smashed down with a great up-burst of sound. Like a lithe bolt of lightning she was off and put her delicate shoulder into Pi's abdomen. Turn about was fair play after all. Both of them went down in a heap. Perhaps the Man in the Big Chair was in the mood for a show or just in a jovial mood for it was about that time that the weather remembered that it was the English countryside. Despite the fact there were still hints of twilight-blue sky between dark clouds above it started to rain. It wasn't a faint drizzle either but a shower of large drops that had a sting to them. More hair was pulled and skin scratched as the pair rolled about. Their all but nakedness, as Pi still had a torn skirt and tattered stockings, was quickly smeared with greedy mud. Wild flailing punches were thrown by both women too but there wasn't enough room for either to do any real damage. Horns glanced off of one another. They became a tangle of dirt caked flesh where it was hard to tell where one of them began and the other one ended. That was until Pi managed to wedge her knee in between them and pushed hard. Belle screeched with wordless rage as she was flung away. There was a splash of watery mud where she landed. It took effort for either of them to stand. Both of them were taking in heaving breaths now, their lush bodies splayed lazy in stance. They huffed and puffed while eyeing one another with utter disdain. The cool drops did little to stifle tempers bit it did create sensual clean currents over their bodies. For Pi it cleared off long runs down both of her sides and the round of her rump. For Belle it cleaned off pert tits and then trailed in a line down her stomach toward feminine apex. Neither of them took in how beautiful the other one was, at the moment they were both convinced the others were hags. The seconds dragged out in such a manner that if there was an onlooker they'd like it to a standoff, expecting the strum of a Spanish guitar. At least it was a sexy standoff. The muscles along Belle's legs tensed while internal gears turned like poetry in motion. Her tail of steel bones lashed back and forth. Her slim fingers spread wide and an invisible but heavy power gathered to them. It didn't seem like her enemy was going to stop – so she was going to have to stop her - hard. Pi's captivating eyes narrowed and moist lashes smoldered with fire. One of her hooves carved into the mud beneath her. Her stance shifted lightly and she riveted her gaze into the other woman's. Unwisely Belle didn't look away. Really, besides being extraordinarily strong Pi didn't have much else going for her. She was a creature spun out of lust and want. There was little direct offensive magic that she had – so in this instant she focused on what she could do. A thread of sorcery slithered from Pi's eyes into Belle's. A viper made of desire drove down the pale devil's throat leaving a flush in its wake. It made Belle's nipples grown taut before ravishing her belly with the warm pulses that preceded an orgasm. Whatever spell the Frenchwoman was reading fumbled as she cried out – half in erotic bliss and half in undignified rage. Belle doubled over as her feminine core controlled her. Her legs went out next and she fell to the ground, wracked by heavy spikes of pleasure. She should have been more carefully but at least the attack was mind-blowingly fantastic! The only thing that was bad about the explosion of carnal excitement was the lack of anything for her velvety insides to grip. As she wrapped her arms around her waist Belle tried to mentally force her traitorous sex back into line. "Not cool." "You started it." The growl pushed out of Pi as she moved to take advantage of the other woman's moment of weakness. She reared back one foot, fully intent to smash one cloven hoof into the side of Belle's jaw. Eddie would never want to touch the disfigured stick of a woman again if the kick connected. It didn't. While Belle's thighs were quivering, her insides riding the wave of ecstasy and her chest heaving with whimpers that skeletal tail was unaffected. The prehensile appendage lashed out and not only stopped Pi's vicious kick but wrapped around the offending limb as well. Metal didn't even grind as the tail pulled the succubus off of her feet and onto wet earth. It even left a few gouges in Pi's shin. "And I'm going to finish it!" Belle's threat was tempered with a fresh ripple of halting breath that rode about in her throat. The orgasm whammy totally wasn't fair. She tried to crawl on top of the other woman with mixed results. She did manage to sock the crimson woman in the jaw, and broke a nail in the process. "Feh! Now see what you've done!" "Oh sure this is all my fault." Pi grabbed a hold of Belle's fine-boned jaw and pushed her away. This time it wasn't so easy because she'd had breath knocked from her, not to mention she was still seeing stars. Belle made sure to push one of her knees into Pi's stomach to keep air from coming back in. Her other coltish leg stretched out and caressed along one of Pi's. The gush of pent up fluids from wracking lust spilled out over the round of the succubus thigh. It wasn't a sensation that Pi was unused to after all so it was ignored, she grabbed onto the side of Belle's chest and kept pushing. "Get off!" "Well I know I'm about to." Aphex ruined the moment by speaking up instead of watching entranced. It was said that men enjoyed watch catfights because at any moment it could break into full blown lesbo-kung-fu-grip-action. By voicing his internal thoughts though, Aphex ruined any chance of that. The two demoness' froze. They stared at one another for a moment with wide eyes before tilting their heads slightly to look over. Both of the imps had switched from cats to their natural burning forms now that they were from prying eyes. That and it was raining and neither of them wanted to get their fur wet. Ripples of steam came off of both Aphex and Tangent whenever a raindrop hit them. More importantly the two small fiends were hovering in the air around Eddie like drunken bumblebees. As the rain washed both of them clean it seemed as if the red hue of Pi's skin was bleeding over onto Belles but it was actually a blush. The pair of brawlers broke away from one another, quickly scooting to the side and trying to rapidly make themselves presentable. It wasn't a task that that was easy go do out in the middle of the forest during torrential rain. Neither of them wanted to be blamed for instigating the fight. Eddie looked between the two women as they moved. His face screwed up with confusion and he started to say something, before stopping. He was sodden now too but not covered in mud like them, and he was dressed of course. He lifted a hand to vaguely point to Pi but remained silent. This wasn't the sort of scene he expected to walk in on. Likewise, he hadn't expected Belle to be still naked and a demon... mostly the demon bit. Thus his stare ended up on her as he drank in what she really looked like. He had to say that overall she looked less human that Pi in a lot of ways – more like a crafted doll of porcelain and corn silk. Pi cleared her throat full of agitation and it forced his gaze back over to her. This was probably the most uncomfortable moment in his life, ever. He scratched at the scruff that he dared to call a beard. "Oh dear. I am so sorry, my little Génial." Belle's lower lip quivered as it jutted from her face. Even in this 'horrific' form she still had the heart tattoo on the inside round of her breast. She fluttered soft fingers atop it. "I never meant for any of this to happen." Pi snorted and rolled her eyes. Her hands settled on spacious hips. "Bullshit." "Sacre bleu! Such language, my sweet Pi." Belle lifted her sharp nose in a haughty fashion as if she'd never heard such language. She shifted from foot to foot in such a coy manner before looking over at the stricken genius. "How ever did you put up with this barbarian for so long, Edward?" A glower consumed Pi's usually becoming features. "I'll show you barbarian." "Eep! She's going to throttle me again!" Belle played the damsel in distress very well but Eddie didn't move from his spot. Instead the mathematician rubbed at his face slowly and groaned. Oh this had become a total mess. Why had he done all his thinking with his dick? Yes, Pi had said that it was technically okay if he slept around. However, this was apparently a woman that she had a lot of history with, bad history. He lifted a hand to still both of them. "No one's throttling anyone, okay. I just want to know what's going on. Pi?" The succubus felt put on the spot as he leveled an expectant gaze at her. The two imps took up residence on Eddie's shoulders –a pair of devils instead of the usual angel and demon of warring conscience. Pi swallowed and was glad enough that Eddie trusted her to give a truthful explanation. The trouble was if she tried to cast this in a favorable light she might break that trust. Then again if she told the truth, she might break that trust. Her heart sank down into her stomach. "I... sort of... threw Belphegoria through the window." "Through the wall!" Belle stomped her foot. "Okay. So... who are you really then?" Eddie's gaze swung to the white woman as his expression soured. He hardly believed that Pi would be so violent out of petty jealously. After all this 'Belphegoria' had an imp as well. It figured she had some sort of agenda. After staring back for a long stretch the prim hellion let her act drift away. It was then that her full royal bearing came out in full force. Belle's tiny wings fluttered and she looked her broken blue nail with a fresh pout. It was hard to be hoity-toity to Eddie though. She found she was craving his positive attention. While Belle did soften she still kept somewhat of an aloof air to her. A smile crept onto her demure lips. "Princess Belphegoria, daughter of the Prince of Sloth, Belphegor. Papa is the patron demon of Paris you know? Very sophisticated. I take after him in inspiring humanity to innovate and delight in the new distractions that they create. I even have a hard time keeping up with them now. Pi and I... we have known one another for a very long time." Pi muttered under her breath and folded her arms. Her impressive bust line was pushed up, for Eddie's benefit even if she was angry with him too at the moment. How dare he fuck Belle! Still, it wasn't like he knew who she was. She tilted her head just right so he'd not notice her missing hair. She'd just die if he pointed it out. "Nice to meet you... your highness." As he wasn't sure what to do Eddie bowed a bit, this dislodged both imps. They took to the air with a grumble and hiss – while Belle giggled with a fresh and sparkling sound. She couldn't help herself. The geek looked over to Pi then and popped up both of his eyebrows. The rain had spent its initial fury and had died down to a steady drizzle. He was far too wet to worry about it now though. Clean water glided over his handsome features. "Okay so... why did you throw her through a window?" "I..." Pi fumbled at her words. "We have been rivals for centuries now, Eddie. You have to understand that. I do what I do for the sake of mathematics. As that usually leads to leaps ahead in technology Belle thinks, incorrectly, it should fall under her authority." "Excuse me?!" Both of them ignore Belle's outburst, though Tangent did buzz over and give her mistress a pat on the head. It earned the imp a scowl and a dismissive gesture. Eddie continued talking to Pi while eyeing the pair out of the corner of his eye. "Oh. So... okay I see, I think. So this has happened before?" "She usually tries to seduce the people I am musing away from me, yes." The fire was gone from Pi's eyes and her posture softened. "I... I should not have started a fight though. Oh, I can imagine the trouble this is going to cause at the school for you. I am so sorry, Eddie." "It's okay. We'll deal with what we have to deal with." He shrugged, though he had no idea on the 'how' of that statement. Right now she needed to be reassured. He stood his ground though. He didn't want to get caught in the middle of a knock-down drag-out fight between these two if it started off again. "In her defense she has never been that violent before." Belle added with a small bit of her spiced accent. A forced smile was pushed onto her lips and she gave Pi what for a moment was a worried look. There was obviously more between the two than either wanted to let on. Eddie took in a slow breath and tried to focus on the now, what he knew as opposed to what he didn't know. The siren's call of the formulae that had set him to fugue was still there. What he really wanted to be doing wasn't either one of the luscious women before him but jotting down everything before he forgot it. That didn't seem like it was going to happen. "Okay, so no more fighting then? Can we agree on that?" "Okay." Pi closed her eyes and tried not to look disappointed. "Oui." Belle added. "Okay then. So what exactly are you doing here then, Belle?" Any pretense of being a doctor was gone now so Eddie addressed the demon-princess directly. He felt like he should have used some sort of title again but, eh, it was too late now. He did focus a kindly smile on her. "Trying to seduce me away from Pi? Because if so, that's not going to happen." A trace of a smile worked its way onto Pi's full lips. Her mood started to lift. That was really what she needed to hear Eddie say, even if she hadn't expected too. It made her feel special that was for damn sure. "Oh." Belle blinked and then motioned Tangent closer. In whisper she ordered the imp to fetch her some clothes and something to wash up with. Standing around nude and earth-caked was hardly dignified. Tangent wiggled fingers at Aphex, who returned the gesture, then disappeared in a ripple of intense heat. "Well really I just wanted to get under her skin and find out what she was up to. Honestly, you are not the constructing new machines sort. You seem like a pretty nice gent, though." "Uh thanks. I think you got under her skin though." One thing was for sure, Eddie didn't like being used. It showed plain on his face. Belle looked away and down as unfamiliar embarrassment. Her tail flicked lazily before retracting back into her body. Her horns quickly followed suit as well as her skin took on a trace of color. The splash of freckles returned to her shoulders and back. "Oui." The two demoness' stole a look at one another. Then they both harrumphed in unison and looked away with chins raised. This really wasn't getting any of them anywhere. There was just too much old baggage. Eddie rubbed at his face again. "So now what?" "Well, to convince Hoffie to let me come into the classroom I had to take the whole semester over for that Yew gentleman. So I am going to be around for at least the next few months. Perhaps it would be just best for us to call some sort of truce?" The Frenchwoman gestured between all three of them. Aphex flew over to his owner and settled on her shoulder; one claw gently petted at the succubus's hair to try and sooth her. "That depends on Pi. What do you think?" Eddie didn't give any orders or make a grand decision, as per usual. Part of it was that he was out of his element. Most of it was of course his lack of any sort of dominate personality. He was at his core a nice guy. The red-skinned woman blinked in quiet disbelief as she was put on the spot – again! Her front teeth raked over soft lip and her throat was consumed with a thinking sound. She didn't trust Belle was far as she could throw her, which wasn't really the best cliché to use now that she thought about it. Still... Belle would have to fulfill her promise. All infernals were bound by their word and contracts. It would also be best to find out what the sneaky bitch was actually up to. "Fine." Now, any man should know that when a woman said fine she didn't really mean it. Eddie was still young though, barely out of his teenage years, and thus he was ignorant. Aphex on the other hand winced. This was far from over, that was for sure. Eddie nodded and finally deflated. That had been easier than he expected. He cleared his throat and moved closer not to either woman but to a tree he could lean against. He was going to need a warm bath when he got home; that and some aspirin. "I will try to stay out of your hair." Belle lanced the other fiend with a saccharine smile. Pi didn't believe it one bit, but she nodded anyway. Right now all the seductress wanted was a hot bath, chocolate and a shoulder to cry on. "Right okay then. Let's go back to our corners and get some rest?" Aphex smiled a bit too wide. With all too perfect timing Tangent appeared again with an expensive, and very large, purse in hand. One could easily imagine that each rain drop that hit the accessory depreciated its value by hundreds of dollars. It was clear that Belle didn't care one bit; she started with tugging out a wash cloth and holding it up to the rain. Some of her pink was easily seen as she stretched out one leg to lean against a rock. The pale-woman made quite a show of giving herself what amounted to a sponge bath all for Eddie's benefit. The poor fellow did his best not to watch but it wasn't easy. Pi's greatest strength was her softness, her sultry power. Belle, on the other hand, oh... she was grace given flesh. Each stroke of the towel in hand perfectly highlighted the flex of muscle beneath skin as she took on her human shape one more. Every stretch shifted the tight lines of her sexy little body in just the right way, and with just the right amount of high-toned exhalations. She was mindful of the eyes on her, turning her right the right way for a pretty display, arching her back in the sort of manner that made a man want to run his rigid cock along the surface of her spine. Her twice ravaged sex glistened with renewed need but at the same time it was as if she might frolic off like some wood dryad ripped from classical theater. It was easy to understand why Pi would feel intimidated by the pliant and supple woman. Belle tossed her pale head of hair and rolled her neck, causing the sun-spun strands to kiss her shoulders. Again it gave any man ideas of where his lips should be. Eddie felt his blood warming and want stirring again so he forced himself to look down at his shoes and the roots around him. This was getting just plain weird. He lightly shook before glancing over to Pi once his vision rose. Surprisingly she wasn't watching him but chatting in whisper with Aphex, who was now perched in her up turned hands. He couldn't really make out what the pair was saying but from the expressions both wore it was like they were having a hushed argument. He swallowed, took a third look at Belle as she finished and started getting dressed, then he strolled over to the first demon he met. Well that he knew of anyway. With how upside down his life had become lately he'd not be surprised if his best friend in first grade was actually a devil in disguise, hell, even the antichrist. Well, he really hoped that wasn't the case. Aphex and Pi stopped talking in mid-conversation when he neared. "Is everything okay?" Eddie dared to ask. "Yes. Just fine." The deadly word rolled out of Pi's lips. She was at this stage more heartsick than angry. Nor would she meet Eddie's eyes now no matter how hard he tried. Some distance was needed until she sorted out why she went over the deep end. Yes she loathed Belle but she'd never flown off the handle before. Maybe this had just been the straw that broke the camel's back. On the other hand Aphex couldn't put a damper on his sarcasm. "Oh. Yeah. Just fine. Nothing to worry about here. Not at all." Oh he was going to have a hell of a sit down talk with Eddie later, as long as Pi didn't forbid it anyway. "Listen I was just telling sweet cheeks here that no one back at the school noticed the damage caused." "Which is very strange." Pi added with a faint nod and very soft voice. She tried to stiffen her spine and stop acting like a kicked kitten. Alas it was to no avail. She really wanted that chocolate rightthefucknowthankyouverymuch! She shrugged and the crimson of her skin receded along with bone spurs. Her wings folded in on one another before slipping under the smooth shape of her back too. She wanted to mold against Eddie's side in a display of ownership, but knew that wouldn't be right. "I suppose fortunate." "Oui, it is both." As she slipped up behind Eddie, Belle started to reach out but stopped. She wanted to wrap her slim arms his waist and settle her chest against his back, her chin on her shoulder. In the end she was sure that would set off Pi again. Belle might not get off so lucky a second time; she didn't want a broken jaw or worse. So the wicked princess kept her hands to herself. Her body was already craving his again though, it was most frustrating. Thankfully the flowing white summer dress she'd pulled on hid the most obvious signs of such a weakness. "It there some sort of reason why?" "I don't know, Hoffman maybe? Another one of the covens?" Eddie speculated out loud as he looked back toward the campus. There wasn't any hint of sirens or anyone fanning out to look for them. If this had been back in the States Homeland Security would have already had the place on lockdown and be hacking everyone's computers. "Though you'd think they'd be right on top of it too." "You'd think." Pi forced herself to take a step back. One hoof split into cute little toes and then the other. She curled them hard into the wet ground to keep herself from falling over. The swirl of emotions was making her light headed. "I... you should get back to the estate. Belle, I'm sorry I tried to kill you." In turn Sloth's daughter raised one shoulder and sniffed as if it wasn't that big of a deal. Belle was as confused by Pi's behavior as the succubus was herself. Part of her considered sticking around and stealing Eddie away for the night, but discretion was the better part of valor. She danced back a step and motioned Tangent back over. "Mademoiselle Tangent, you are going to need to repair the classroom before anyone else sees it." "Aww. Come on, Belle!" The female imp huffed and tossed the bag down to the ground. Her bottom lip pushed out in a petulant manner even as her flames died down. She'd have to follow orders. A tinkle of laughter spilled out of Belle. "Now, now. None of that, me petite. I'm sure if you ask very nicely Monsieur Aphex will stay behind and help. Won't you, Aphex?" "Oh, shit." Aphex smoothed a hand over his bald and leathery skull. His only out from a night of manual labor was Pi taking her with him. He gave his mistress a pleading look, but it was to no avail. Her dimples barely showed as she offered up a lack luster smile and waved him off toward the other imp. She well knew the raunchy affection the duo had for one another. It wasn't right to stand between that. "Pi, I really think we should just go home." The 'together' was heavily implied as Eddie started at his muse. The gentle slope of her shoulders rolled and she puffed out a breath. "You can order me to go with you." As expected Eddie recoiled from that answer. His face screwed up with some disgust. He blushed when he noted Belle raise an inquisitive eyebrow at that statement. He coughed into a fist. "No, no that's okay. I... well. I'll just be at home when you need me okay? Don't stay out too late., I'll worry." |
Miguel arrived at Andrea's house, a little nervous. This was to be their first date, though they'd been friends for most of their lives. They'd simply never realized that they liked each other more until recently. He had finally realized it a few days ago, when he got seriously aroused sitting with her and watching a movie. When he'd asked her what she'd say if he kissed her, she surprised him by kissing him. They had both been rather surprised, and didn't say much for a few minutes. Later on that night, Miguel had asked Andrea if she'd like to go out for a date. Well, here he was. He was dressed semi-formally, for the restaurant, and they had plans to go to a movie afterward. They were going to see the new romance movie. He took a breath and knocked on the door. She opened the door, and his jaw dropped. He'd never seen her so attractive. She was wearing a tight white blouse under a deep red jacket, with matching skirt. Her long dark hair was up in a braid, and hung over her left shoulder. He began to feel a little under-dressed, in his good kakhi pants and his white dress shirt. He didn't even have his sport jacket with him. Though he was wearing a rather nice tie. Andrea rushed out of the house, turned, locked the door, and took his arm. She said to him, "You look marvelous, relax." They went to his car, and they drove out to the restaurant he'd picked. The drive was mostly quiet, while Andrea looked over Miguel. She'd never realized he cleaned up so well. She thought back to the night he'd asked her out. She'd kind of surprised herself when she'd kissed him, as well as surprising him. She hadn't realized how much she liked him. He knew she liked Italian, so he reserved a table at a quiet little place he'd found recently. They were shown to the table, and ordered their drinks. The waiter brought them back, and took their orders. The meal was delicious. They talked and laughed throughout their dinner. They chatted about all kinds of things, and remembered back to when they were kids together. Then, while Miguel shifted his feet a bit, so did Andrea. Their legs touched, and all thoughts of children flashed out of their minds. They looked at each other, and Miguel thought, *God, she is so beautiful.* Meanwhile, Andrea was thinking, *I hope the movie isn't too long, I don't know how long I can restrain myself.* Andrea then smiled her quirky half-smile, and said, "You know, I thought we'd planned to keep this date cool and calm. I don't think it's working." "I think you're right. Shall we head for the movie? Or would you rather go home, and we could try the cool and calm date again, later?" Miguel wasn't sure which he'd rather do, himself. He was not particularly sure he could restrain himself, in either case. As it was, he was uncomfortably hot, and he thought Andrea looked a little flushed, herself. She said, "Let's go ahead and see the movie." She wanted to see the movie, and since he'd agreed to see it with her, they were certainly going to see it, whatever else happened that night. *Now where'd that thought come from?* she wondered. *I just want to see the movie, and then go home.* She tried not to think about Miguel coming in with her, but the idea wouldn't leave her mind. Andrea had a very active imagination. So Miguel paid the check, and she let him, since she knew his general rule of paying for dates. She'd heard him complain enough about other dates who wouldn't let him obey it. "If I ask you out, I'll pay for the date." Then they went and drove over to the theater, and got into the movie. They sat down, and Miguel offered to get drinks. Andrea replied, "Just get a large root beer, and we'll share it." When Miguel came back with a large root beer, and a couple of straws, he sat down and put the drink between them. Andrea looked at him, when she noticed the two straws. "We never bothered with separate straws when we shared drinks before, Miguel," she said. *Wow, I never realized how much I like his name.* Miguel looked at her, shrugged, and said, "That's true. Guess I have an extra one." So he put the straw in the root beer, and offered the first sip to Andrea. She took the drink, nodded, and took her sip. *My god, those lips are beautiful.* When she handed it back, he flushed, quickly took a sip, and was thankful for the darkness of the theater. A moment later, the movie started. The preview clips were quite entertaining, and both Miguel and Andrea laughed. Once the movie started, Miguel put his arm around Andrea, rather hesitantly, and Andrea leaned her head on his shoulder, and snuggled up like she usually did during romance movies. The movie was excellent, though Miguel had a continual problem with his pants being a bit tight around the groin. Andrea's closeness was all too distracting for him. He finally relaxed and put his hand on her shoulder, and squeezed at the appropriate times during the movie. Throughout the movie, Andrea was slightly uncomfortable, since she was disturbingly aroused, and was thankful for the jacket that hid the fact that her nipples were hardened to pebbles. She wished Miguel would start moving his other hand from his lap. She didn't realize that he was hiding a raging, almost painful hard-on. After the movie, when the lights came up, they stood up, stretched, and his arousal became rather more obvious to her. She said nothing about it, though. Both of them simply talked about how good the movie was, and, on the way back to Andrea's house, they discussed the little points of the movie. Both of them were rather amusingly preoccupied, though neither noticed. When Miguel's car pulled into the driveway, Andrea looked over, and asked, "Would you like to walk me to the door for a goodnight kiss?" Miguel's eyebrows shot up at this, but he nodded, and they walked to the front door. She found her key, and opened the door. Then she turned around, and looked at Miguel. She put her hand on his shoulder, and pulled him to a kiss. It started out nice and chaste, but Miguel put his arms around her for a hug as well, and the kiss became much more than chaste. Andrea's mouth opened a fraction, and Miguel's tongue slipped out, and met Andrea's. Their tongues entwined, and when they broke away, breathless, Andrea didn't let Miguel go. She said, "Come on, that was way too good, and we're both entirely too hot to let this opportunity pass. To hell with cool and calm." He nodded, and she pulled him inside, and pushed the door shut behind him. She turned and locked the door, then said, "I have the house to myself for the weekend, my roommate is visiting her family in Washington. Would you like to stay the night? Or do you have to get home?" He looked at her like she was crazy, and said that he had no reason to leave, unless she kicked him out. She smiled, pushed him up against the door, and kissed him very passionately. Their tongues did the age-old dance, and their hands began to roam over each other's bodies. As they became entangled in clothing, they stopped reluctantly, and Andrea led him up the stairs to her room. She opened the door, and he remembered the huge bed she had. They'd have no shortage of space to move about. She looked at him, and said, "I want to go all the way tonight. Are you okay with that?" Miguel looked at her, looked down at his highly obvious arousal, and looked back to her. He realized that she had never had sex before. He said, "Are you sure? Absolutely?" She nodded. He also nodded. Then he slowly began removing her jacket. "You must be a bit warm in this." She nodded again, smiling. She started removing his tie. He began letting his hands roam around a little bit. He touched her petite rump, and squeezed, eliciting a slight squeek from Andrea. When she finished with his tie, she began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, with her tongue and teeth. He looked at her, and was amazed. His erection pulsed painfully, reminding him of what else she could do with those lips. She looked up from her task, and he saw absolute lust in her eyes. She reached down with her left hand and rolled his testicles around in her palm, through his pants. She felt his erection throb at that. Her eyes widened as she realized exactly how much he wanted her, too. Andrea used her right hand and pulled his zipper down, and unbuttoned his pants. She finished with the shirt buttons, and removed it rather quickly. She wanted it out of her way. Miguel, meanwhile, was playing with her blouse, and when she'd finished with his shirt, lifted it, and pulled it off her, exposing her bare, bra-less chest. He looked on her hard nipples with great appreciation, and then began toying with them. He squeezed them lightly, provoking a slight gasp from Andrea. He pushed her back on the bed, and laid her down gently. He followed her down and straddled her, and kissed her with great enthusiasm. Miguel then moved his mouth down her chin, licking and kissing all the way to her throat, and then around to the right side of her neck. He nibbled softly, which brought a near convulsive stiffening to Andrea, and she grabbed him, scratching his back in the process. She managed to gasp, "Wow. Amazing." He then licked the spot he'd just bitten, and worked his way to the other side of her neck. He bit down a little bit harder on this side, and she gasped in pleasure. As soon as she recovered, she returned the favor, but he didn't respond so drastically. He did almost melt, though. After this, he began working his way down her neck and shoulders, and began alternately rubbing and pinching her nipples. He then reached them with his mouth, and she shivered when he licked them. Andrea began to move her arms up and down his back, and played with his hair. When he moved his tongue to her belly button, she gripped his hair and arched her body. He looked up, "Hit a nerve, did I?" She looked down, and nodded, biting her lip. He told her to lift up her hips, as it was time to remove her skirt. She obliged, and he slid the skirt off slowly, then pulled her panties down after it, to expose the warm, dark cleft in her groin. He smiled wickedly at her. He said, "Put your arms up under your head, and don't move them." She obeyed, looking slightly confused. When he began to kiss her thighs, she squeeked, and convulsed a bit. "Wha-" she was cut off by a gasp of pleasure, when he used the tip of his finger to stroke the lips of her slit. He then continued kissing and licking at her thighs, working his way up to her extremely damp center. When he reached her groin, he began by slowly licking at her lips, and swirling his tongue around her clit. She shivered, and arched when he used his tongue to separate her lips and penetrate a little bit. Meanwhile, his hands were tracing their way up her thighs, and moving in strange, swirling paths, until they reached her ass. She quivered with delight as he brought her to orgasm, and she lost track of time as he ate her out. Eventually, he used his fingers to probe into her soaking cleft, and when he met no resistance, he realized that she must have some kind of toys around. He glanced around, briefly, and spotted a wooden box he had noticed a few months ago, when they had been playing a game of truth or dare. He'd asked her what was in it, and when she'd said toys, he hadn't thought anything of it. Now he knew what toys they were. He filed that little tidbit of information away for a while. After a while he stopped, and kissed his way back up to her breasts, then gave her a little taste of herself, when he kissed her. Andrea decided she liked it, and kissed him deeply. She was apparently in no way finished for the night. She broke the kiss, and looked at Miguel. She looked down, and saw the intense hard-on through Miguel's briefs. She rolled him over, stretched, slid herself off the bed, and stumbled around to where she could reach his pants, so she could finally remove them completely. She did so. She then began to tease his thighs with her fingernails, and eventually pulled his underwear off him. His throbbing shaft was finally free, and she was impressed. She leaned toward it, and he looked at her, questioningly. She said, "That was amazing. I want to try to return the favor." When he asked if she were sure, she simply said, "Lean back, put your hands behind your head, and let me know when you're about to come." He nodded. She began to kiss his thighs, and he shivered, just as she had. He leaned back to enjoy what she would do. What she would do was to kiss him all around his penis, using her hands to gently hold it while she licked his testicles. His breathing quickened at this. She sucked one into her mouth, then the other, rolling each around with her tongue, and teasing them with her teeth. She then released them. After a moment of hesitation, she began kissing his shaft, and licking it periodically. Eventually, she reached the head. He said, "Wait, let me calm down a moment. I'll come as soon as you take it in, if you do it now." So, she stopped, and waited for a minute, while he regained control of himself. When he nodded, and leaned back again, she began to lick and kiss the tip of his penis, flicking her tongue over the very tip. She tasted the drops of pre- cum, and rolled them around in her mouth, rather enjoying the taste. She decided then that she'd have to try his semen, when he came. After a moment of this, she began to slide her mouth around the head of his rod, and eventually got about three inches of it into her mouth, before she realized that she'd gag if she took in any more. Andrea then began sloly rolling her tongue around the shaft, and slowly slid it in and out of her mouth, never letting it all the way out. She began alternately sucking for a moment, and then blowing around the penis. When he arched his back, she slowed down even more, then sped up her movement. After only about a minute of this, she heard, "I'm going to come, pull off!" She decided not to pull off, and his hot seed sprayed into her mouth, and she gagged. It shot straight back to her throat. When she pulled away, to stop from throwing up, his penis pulsed again, and more semen sprayed her lips. When she opened her eyes, and got control of her throat again, she noticed that there was semen everywhere, and that he was holding her, and asking if she was ok. She nodded, and licked her lips. "I guess I should have pulled away sooner, huh?" He chuckled, and said, "Maybe so. If you want to taste the cum next time, then just put your tongue in the way, so it doesn't hit the back of your throat. That way you won't gag." When she nodded, he also nodded, and she pushed him back down. She began licking up the cum, having decided that she liked the taste that she got. She swallowed all that she could find. Then she said, "I'm probably going to find bits of this for a while in my blanket, until I wash it, aren't I?" Miguel just chuckled and smiled. After washing off the rest of her face, she came back into the bedroom, and noticed Miguel looking curiously at the wooden box on her shelf. She walked over, took it down, and opened it. "Now you know my secret, Miguel." He nodded, unable to speak as he saw the array of objects in the box. There were little chrome vibrators, a full-sized dildo, and a small, unopened box of condoms. "I bought these a couple of months ago, except for the condoms. My parents decided that I should get The Talk, again, and gave me those a couple of weeks ago. They sure didn't want to leave me alone. I mean, god. I'm 18 already. I know what sex is. I guess we get to use one now, huh?" She noticed that his penis was finally no longer aroused. She looked up, and said, "You want something to eat, while you recover?" Miguel could still only nod, as the shock of seeing his best friend's "toys" still hadn't worn off. They went downstairs, to the kitchen, and turned the heat off, since they were warm enough as it was, even still naked. They each had an apple, and shared a couple of grapes. Eventually, Miguel recovered his wits, and Andrea mentioned, "I kind of like your taste. Do I...?" Miguel nodded, "You taste very good. I like it. We'll have to have oral sex again sometime soon. If you like, that is." She nodded. "I agree." "Do you still want to go all the way, Andrea?" She nodded, and said, "Are you ready to do it, yet? Recovered enough?" At this, Miguel looked down, stood up, and said, "I seem to be fully functional again." And apparently he was, as the soldier was at attention once more. Andrea grinned, and grabbed his penis. "Let's go have some sex, then." She led him upstairs by his penis, and they almost jumped on the bed in lust. Miguel opened the box of condoms, and tore open a wrapper. She knew she was ready, and nodded at his glance. He unrolled the condom onto his penis, and then she lay down, and spread her legs. "Be gentle, Miguel," she said. He nodded, "Of course I will." He lay down on top of her, supporting his weight with one hand, while the other guided his engorged penis to her apparently very ready vagina. He slowly pushed the tip in, as she gasped. He looked down, she nodded, and he kept pushing. After almost a minute, he was all the way inside her. She had a radiant look of pleasure on her face, and he kissed her beautiful smile. As he began to move, she started to hesitantly move along with him, amplifying the feeling of pleasure for both of them. As she lost her virginity, he kissed her passionately. They began to move more quickly, both beginning to shiver and gasp, and she, after a short while, began saying his name, softly, and he followed her lead, and began to softly say her name. Soon, both began to speak louder, and eventually to cry out the other's name, and when he filled the condom with his seed, she felt him shudder and pulse inside her, and she reached her orgasm, as well. The chorus of two eventually decrescendoed, and after a few moments, both were so relaxed that they fell asleep, still joined as one. Finis All alone, just the way I wanted it, I was better off. This was by choice, my choice. I had enough of the bullshit, enough of the games. So I quit my job, sold my apartment in the city, dumped my boyfriend and broke all my ties that was binding me. Now here I am. All alone. Isolated, cut off from the world in a way. I bought this place out in the country. Away from everything and everyone. It was a big house, with 10 rooms. It had a small 4 room apartment behind the pool. My closes neighbor was about five miles from me, town was about ten miles away. The only people I come in contact with are the three people I hired to care for me and the place. It was a family that I hired. The wife, Susan, did the cooking and the cleaning, she was about 48 years old. Very well preserved for her age. Not a bad looking woman, but nothing to write home about either. Her husband, Justin, was around the same age, now that was a man. Very well put together, tan and tight, he had the body of a warrior. He was part of many of fantasies I had, all the things I thought about to get me off, Justin was included. The last person that was part of the "family" was John, their son. He was their adopted son. He was 28 years old, geek looking, with glasses, and short hair. I couldn't tell what his body looked like for he was always buttoned up. He always wore long sleeves and baggy pants. It didn't matter anyway to me, he was there to work for me. Justin did the handyman work and John did the gardening. So here I was, in the middle of the night, alone and feeling so damn horny. Sometimes toys just don't cut it. Sometimes you need the feel of flesh against flesh. The sweat from another person while they are pounding into you. All the nasty talk. I was hot, so I decided to go by the pool, all was quiet. I layed down on one of the lounge chairs with my back to the cottage house. I was in a dream like state. Just drifting in and out of my fantasies. I took off the sash that held my robe together, letting the moon bath my naked body. My hands trailing down my body. Playing with my nipples, gently squeezing and pulling on them. I wet the tip of one finger and ran it slowly over a nipple, feeling the cool breeze on my body, making my nipple even harder. Then I heard some noise. It was coming from over my shoulder, from the cottage. I went to the window of the cottage to see if everything was OK. I was shocked what I saw. I just couldn't believe it. There was Susan standing over the two men who were on their knees in front of her. She was dressed in this see thru black gown. Spiked high heeled shoes. Her legs were spread apart. One man was at each foot, licking her shoes and making their way up. As they were going up, their heads were under there gown, pulling it up with them. As they got higher, they were sort of strangling her legs, sorta like humping it like dogs. She couldn't stand anymore and fell back onto the couch. Now I seen her sweet wet pussy. She wasn't completely shaved, but she was pretty close to it. I could make out the wetness clinging to her pussy lips. Justin was the first to touch her sweet cunt with his mouth. I heard her moan. First he licked her outer lips nice and slowly. Up one side then down the other. Up and down, just teasing her. John, was playing with her tits and humping her leg. I could see how hard his cock was. Justin gently spread her juicy cunt lips and stuck his hot tongue deep inside. That made my pussy even wetter. He was going to town. He kept licking and sucking her cunt. Her body was meeting his tongue, begging for more. By this time, John was standing up. His cock sticking straight out. He laid his mom down, and stuck his cock in her mouth. She just sucked it right up. I could see Justin sticking his fingers in her pussy as he was licking her clit. Finger fucking her with the same motion as his tongue licking her clit. Susan was moaning with John's cock deep in her throat. I could see her body start to cum. It was shaking a little at first and both men were staying with it. Then her body went faster with the shaking, she pushed John's cock away and started to moan,"Oh yea, baby, I'm cumming", "Lick me, while I cum". "Ohhhhhhhh God, Yessss". My fingers were buried deep in my own wet cunt, and I came at the same time that she did. I was swallowing my moans. My nipples were rock hard. When it looked like she couldn't cum no more, Justin pulled her up and he laid down. He guided her cum drenched cum onto his hard cock. One motion and she was riding him hard. Her ass was too John, who was slapping it and making it red. John reached down and wet his hand with some pussy juice and rubbed it on his hard cock. He positioned himself behind Susan, spreading the cheeks of her ass. He spit on her asshole. Then he just pushed his swollen dick in. She screamed with pleasure. Justin and John found the same rhythm. Both of them fucking her. Both of her holes filled with big, hot, hard cock. "Fuck me, Fuck me harder", "That's it, do it now, fuck that cunt and ass", she kept moaning and screaming. They kept it up for as long as they could. John was the first to pull out and shoot all over her sweet ass. He kept cumming and cumming. I swear I seen steam off of his sweet cum as it hit her body that's how hot they were. Then it was Justin's turn to shoot. Susan jumped off of his cock and put her mouth to his cock. Coaching him along. "Shoot in my mouth, honey", "Cum for me". "Let me taste your sweet cum". He started to shot and she covered it with her mouth. I could see him pumping into her mouth, her swallowing every drop. The three of them collapsed on the couch, Susan in the middle touching both her men. Now I knew why John didn't want to leave home. I don't blame him. I quietly moved away, feeling more alone then ever. |
She was beautiful, with an infectious smile and a filthy laugh. Her lines were a balance of dangerous curves, muscular tone and softness. Perfectly shaped breasts that even she was incredibly proud of and a full n' firm round ass that was crying out to be ravaged. Once tamed, never forgotten. And he had tamed her... and had not forgotten. She had moved on. They still worked in the same place. She had a new boyfriend and told everyone she was pretty much in love. He heard the rumors through the usual water cooler channels and admitted a little jealousy to himself. For the most part they didn't see each other except for professional matters. Her tone was always courteous but ended at that. Nothing told him there was anything there, or had ever been. Today was different. She'd called the office and asked if he wanted to have lunch. It had been a long time, and he thought she probably had a work related question. They met in their old favorite spot in the Atrium. She beamed her smile at him from beginning to end. She wasn't working that day and wore a perfectly fitted and rather flattering pair of jeans which seemed to have difficulty staying up at the back. Her tank top refused to get too close to her pants giving him more views of some once conquered territory. Laughing with him, touching his arm and thigh, making endless eye contact... It was just like old times. She was flirting one minute then telling him she was leaving the country in her the next breath. Talking about her current boyfriend while giving him the "come fuck me" eyes. From time to time, he would catch her glancing down at the front of his pants, as if looking for a sign of approval. He could feel it; She was really turning on the charms and none of it had anything to do with work. When she got up to leave, he asked her point blank. "So... What was that all about?" She smiled and laughed. "Nothing. Just lunch." she said. Confused, he leaned forward to kiss her and she pulled away. "Umm. No." She said as her smile turned to a frown. "No." She walked away slowly, working her half showing ass as she went... and never looked back... Knowing he would watch every movement. He was left standing and confused. Wanting and rejected. He stewed... For days. The door bell rang and she jogged down to the front door. Expecting her boyfriend, she greeted him with a smile! "Hey!... Oh." She said rather surprised. "It's you. I... Wasn't expecting you." "I see that." He said as he brushed passed her and into the house. He headed for the kitchen where he found and began to fill the kettle. "Um, yeah, so make yourself at... home" she said rather sarcastically watching him look for tea bags. He looked at her, unamused. "Actually, maybe we should skip the tea. I'm here to settle an issue." She was looking rather embarrassed. She knew what this was about. "Lunch the other day?" "Yes. You know, the one where you spent an hour trying to get me hard." "What? No.. I..." She gasped "Random lunch, wearing things you knew I would love, ass hanging out, flirting, touching me. Then giving me the cold shoulder. Not... acceptable. NOT at all." "I didn't mean anything by it. I have a boyfriend now! And you know I'm leaving the country. I mean, c'mon. I would have thought you could figure it out. It's not like I said anything to lead you on. This is just silly." "Silly? Seriously? SERIOUSLY? You can sit there and dare to tell me that was all in my head?!" "Well, maybe you just saw what you wanted to see. I mean... I can understand! These babies ARE gin flavored after all!" She laughed, pointing at bulging mounds under her shirt. He wasn't laughing. "No? Too soon?" she said meekly but still giggling. "Clearly, you don't seem to get what is and is not acceptable. It seems you feel you can get away with that bullshit and it will go unchallenged. Un- punished. Well, my dear, I have some news for you.... Stand up." "What?!" Her face flushed red with surprise and a little annoyance. "You heard me. Stand.... Up!" he said more firmly. "I think you'd better leave" she said pointing at him then the door. Her tone was absolute as she rose to her feet. In an instant he spun her around and all but threw her face down over the kitchen table. He was behind her, pinning the back of her knee to the table leg. He had a firm grip on the back of her neck. She reached back with her arms to push him away. He was expecting it. His grip fell straight to them and putting them behind her back, he squeezed her hands together. She was trapped and knew it. "Adam, let go of me. Please. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have teased you. I admit it Ok? I'm allowed to feel... desirable. Ok? Maybe I shouldn't have. It was harmless, I'm sorry." She barely felt his subtle movement and didn't understand the significance until she felt cold steel and heard the ratchet of the first cuff go onto her wrist. "No!" she screamed. "No no no!" But it was too late. The second had found its mark and she was truly locked in. "I don't want it from you anymore. We're old news. Ok? Just stop. I don't want sex with you." He laughed out loud. "Sex? SEX? My dear... who the fuck do you think you are?!? Sex? No no... I'm going to teach you a lesson." She felt her mouth go dry as he began to unbuckle his belt. "You think you can tease me, play with my mind and walk away unscathed?" he hissed. "I don't think so." His belt slid from the loops one by one. "If I were you... I would just hope I'm lenient..." His hands slid over her ass as he felt the target area through the thread bare material of her favorite pajama pants. He gripped the top edge and tugged downward. Hard. She let out a gasp as he almost tore them off her in one fell swoop. She tried to stand up but was slammed back down onto the cold surface. "You played with me. So now it's your turn to be the toy." He said sternly There she was, pants around ankles, her bare ass presented to him. Handcuffed and trying in vain to convince him to let her go. Instead, he reached for a towel and after rolling it into a rope, tied across and into her mouth. The dry fabric on her tongue muffled her voice now as she looked back at him. Her punishment was inevitable and well deserved. She was at his mercy. The sound of his belt cutting through the air was unmistakeable. As was the slap and searing pain she felt as the first lash crossed her buttocks. One of her feet kicked back and up. Her back arched through the pain. A second and third lash brought a tear to her eye as her muffled cries fell on deaf ears. He once blemish-less ass was now a mix of crimson and purple as welts began to rise. He looked at her. "Are you getting the message now?" She quickly nodded in wholehearted agreement. "Are you... really?" As his had glided gently over the now scorching hot stripes on her ass, his fingers slowly rode the edges of the cleft. Although barely perceptible, he saw it. A lesser man may have missed it. A look he remembered well. Her eyes had shut and her mouth widened wantonly for a moment. Her back arched by just millimeters bringing his fingers closer to home... An involuntary reflex. He beamed. "Soooo, I see there IS something still there." She shook her head violently knowing what he must have seen and went all out to deny it. A muffled "No!" emanated from her mouth as she now looked directly into his eyes. "I saw it!" he said mockingly. "The look. THAT look! It seems you still like the rough stuff eh? Still a bad girl at heart!" She didn't respond... but never broke her gaze. She wanted to hate him. But her body was telling her something quite different. "I'll tell you what.." he said casually. "I'll let your body decide what happens next." She knew what was coming next. "I'll check... If you're dry or even just a little moist... I'll walk right out of here. Never to be seen again. Deal?" She knew this was a bet she couldn't win. The more she willed herself not to be aroused, the greater the flooding effect she felt. His hand glided through her hair, down her back and slid down her still warm ass until he reached its destination. He pulled his hand away and chuckled. She was soaked. Completely. Inside and out. It had already begun to coat the inside of her soft milky thighs and was shimmering in the light. He walked back to show her the evidence now all over his fingers... She looked down at the table, already knowing the result. It had taken everything she had not to arch up to his hand in the first place. But now there was no denying it. He was there to stay. He paused for several minutes. The silence was deafening. Then he reached into his pocket and took out a handcuff key. "Here." He said as he approached her and unlocked the handcuffs, much to her surprise. She looked shocked as she was able to use her unshackled hands to remove her gag. "You don't seem truly sorry for fucking with me. You don't deserve the fucking I would give you." He said "You want it. You know it. I know it. But you don't always get what you want." He paused, glanced down at her bare and glistening pussy, "No matter how much you may want it." He smirked. He picked up his coat and began to walk to the door. She stood there for a moment. Soft pants around her ankles, staring in disbelief as he walked away. She felt like she was having an out of body experience as she stepped out of her pants and followed him. Unable to speak. She followed him to the door as he opened it. She didn't even think about anyone walking by with her nakedness in full view. She felt her pussy begin to throb as her mind raced with what she should do. She knew that he should just leave. Her boyfriend was coming. But she wanted this man, this way and this minute! She still couldn't bring herself to call for him to come back. She walked right up to him, looking into his eyes and without hesitation dropped to her knees in front of him like there was nothing else she could do or say. "What?" He asked curtly She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire. "Please." She said. "Please... What?" He said. Damn him, she thought. How does he do this to me? Why? WHY?? "Please... Sir. Let me apologize. Properly." He opened the door further. Exposing her even more. "So... Go ahead. Apologize. Properly." Here it was. A choice. She knew what he meant. And would have to do it in public view if she wanted him... Her hands reached for his zipper as she looked out to the street hoping that she wouldn't be seen by her neighbors. His cock was already hard and sprang out at her. She parted her lips and began to lean forward. He pulled away slightly making her work for it. "Please... Sir." She muttered. He grasped the hair on the back of her head and yanked her half onto her feet. He whispered into her ear... "Make me believe you're sorry. Show me... Just how sorry you are." He released her as she fell into position in front of him once more... And his hard cock slid right into her mouth. To the hilt. He groaned as she began to suck on him as if her very life depended on it. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth as she enveloped him with her tongue. Her oral fixation was clear to see. To him. To anyone walking by. And she was proving with every head bobbing stroke just what she was willing to do for him. And was clearly loving every minute of it. "That's it" He told her. "That's much more like it. See how well you can do with a little discipline in your life?" She nodded slightly and groaned sending the vibrations down his shaft. Before long he held the sides of her head and pulled her off. His cock fell from her lips with a loud pop proving just how hard she had been sucking. He closed the door and pushed her back towards the living room. He threw a blanket from the sofa onto the floor as she frantically removed his jeans. At every opportunity, she took him into her mouth as she went. He lay face up on the floor and ordered her to mount him. She deftly slipped over him and slid her clit back and forth along the shaft of his cock. Her soaking state was now drenching him too. She moaned softly, her eyes shut as she enjoyed the sensations before taking him completely inside of her. Her back arched as she ground her hips into his making the most of each stroke. His lips found her nipples and he licked and sucked them into a hardened state. His firm hands kneading her perfect breasts. "Cum for me... Ride my cock and cum for me now." He demanded The tone in his voice, his grip on her hips, the situation and the sensation of riding him all played their part. Her tempo increased as she began to breathe harder and harder, grinding against him as he drove his powerful hips skyward to meet her. She could feel her orgasm building as he sent her over the edge, pulling on her nipples and hair, "Do it. Cum for me. RIGHT NOW!" He shouted. She did as she was told... And her continued strokes brought her there again. With barely a moment to rest, she felt herself being picked up and tossed over the sofa like a rag doll. His hand slapped down on her ass leaving his hand print and reminding her who she belonged to at this moment. She arched her back as he penetrated her... Placed his hands firmly on her hips, driving it further into her. She felt his raw aggression as he pounded into her at an unrelenting pace. There was a knock at the door. Then another and another. All ignored. Her phone rang in the background as the slapping sound of his body slamming into hers all but drowned them all out. The sweet smell of sex filled the air. "Who is he?" he demanded as he continued to pound her pussy. "My... boyfriend." she blurted out in between solid collisions. "What is he?" he said as he took hold of her neck and began to speed up his pace. She felt the surge begin to build up again in her loins... "WHAT IS HE?" he shouted into her ear as he now drew back on her hair, straining her neck. She could barely breathe as she began to cum. Her body shook with orgasm once again as she came for him. Breathing through the wave, she looked back into his eyes she whispered, "He's..... History." Her head fell in total submission... His final strokes rocked her hard and she knew he was going to cum. He pulled her up by the hair, whirling her around to face him as he took his cock in hand and thrust it into her mouth. He exploded into her and warm cum flooded over her tongue as his body shook violently in ecstasy. They fell exhausted onto the floor. He took her in his arms and kissed her lovingly. An hour quickly passed as they basked in the afterglow.... Finally he looked at her... "I want you. To be with you. Every day of my future." He said softly. She smiled back at him, "I'm yours. Only yours." "Only yours... what?" he said as he raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry. Only yours... Sir." _Just a little note: This story was meant to take place after the Long Weekend series._ Enjoy. * * * * * Katie and I were at a local women only club. The interior was dark, with occasional subtle lighting. The music was pounding in my ears and the alcohol was flying through my veins. Katie and I were on the floor, grinding closely against one another. Seeing and feeling her move like that made me horny as hell. We started to make-out while still gyrating to the music. Her tongue explored my mouth, sliding along my teeth and battling with my own tongue. She would pull back occasionally to suck my lower lip into her mouth. She grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to her. I could feel her breasts crushed against mine, the sweat from our skin allowing us to slide easily against each other. Her hands roamed freely over my body, teasing me with her nails and light touches. God, her touch could set my body on fire. I could feel her riding my thigh, the front of her skirt inching up with every thrust. Suddenly I felt her bare pussy against my equally bare thigh. I gasped in response and momentarily broke our kiss. She grinned mischievously at me and roughly pulled me back to her to resume our kiss. Damn! I couldn't believe she went commando in that short skirt. If she bent down or moved the wrong (or maybe right) way, someone was going to get an eye-full. I had thought for a while that perhaps she was a bit of an exhibitionist and this had me thinking about it again. Then a wicked idea occurred to me. I laughed inwardly. She would like this. Katie continued to grind against me for the duration of the song. After it ended I led her off the floor. I knew she was worked up now. I could see her nipples poking through her top and I could feel her juices cooling on my thigh. I led her over to a different area of the club. Along the wall were several "rooms", four foot by four foot cut-outs in the wall. These cubes were partially concealed from the rest of the club by semi-shear curtains. They allowed you to see through if you were within a few feet; otherwise they blended in to the wall. This area was darker and a bit quieter, for more...intimate conversations. I brought Katie inside and gently pinned her back against the wall opposite the curtain. I let my lips graze hers, making her chase me for firmer contact. She became impatient and used her hand to pull my mouth to hers. The kiss started out soft and gentle, but soon built to a breath-taking intensity. Katie's mound began to move against my leg once again as she tried to satisfy her growing arousal. I teased her, occasionally pulling my leg away to deprive her of the contact she so desperately wanted. I let my hands roam freely over her body, caressing her cheeks, down her chest, lightly grazing her breasts and nipples. I continued down to her hips and around to her back, letting my nails scrape against her skin. My hands wandered up her back to her shoulders and then back down, feeling the goose bumps I had left in my wake. I let my hand come to rest on her hips. I slowed her movements on my leg. I let my lips make their way back to her ear, stopping to nip and lick along her neck. She gasped at my mouth's activities and used her hands to steady herself on the wall. I traced my tongue around in her ear and pulled back slightly once I heard her breathing heavily. "No panties tonight hmmm?" My warm breath moved across her ear. "No panties and a short skirt? You know if you bent down or sat down someone would see your bare pussy. You wouldn't want that would you?" I let my hands move up to cup her breasts lightly. A light nip on her ear lobe. "Or maybe you do. Does it make you wet to think of a complete stranger seeing your naked mound? What would they think of you? What kind of slut goes around inviting strangers to look at her sopping cunt? Were you hoping that it would turn them on? Maybe they would go home and masturbate thinking about you. Does it make you hot to think of someone plunging her fingers into her soaking cunt and teasing her hard clit while fantasizing about your exposed pussy?" I received no answer, but I did not expect one. My words were having the desire effect on her; I could feel her chest heaving beneath my hands. I started to massage her breasts, making sure to avoid her nipples. "Or did you expect to get fucked right here? Were you hoping to ride your sensitive clit on my hard thigh to a thunderous climax right on the dance floor?" I flicked my fingers over her nipples. She gasped. I continued, "All those people around you...do you think they would notice? Would you be able to keep your cries and screams of pleasure to yourself, even as I grabbed your ass and forced you down harder on my leg?" I focused solely on her nipples, rolling them between my fingers and sometimes pinching them. She whimpered. "Or perhaps you would want them to hear?" I paused to tease her ear again, tracing along its perimeter with my tongue. She shivered at the touch. I pulled her nipples away from her chest, her back arched in attempt to follow my hands. I let her hard buds slip through my fingers when they could be pulled no further. "Oh God!" The first words I had heard from her in quite some time. I let my hands slide down, past her hips to the bottom of her skirt. My hands moved up the insides of her thighs, gently nudging her legs apart. My hand cupped her mound. I allowed my fingers to trace along her lips, up and down, up and down. I slowly sunk one finger fully in her liquid center and started moving it steadily in and out. "No, Caitlin please. Not here." I grinned at her feeble protest. She made no attempts to stop me. I pulled my wet finger out of her pussy and immediately replaced it with one from my other hand. I let my dripping finger com up and trace along her lips. She quickly licked them clean. I placed my finger on her lips, waiting for her to open and accept it. She hesitated for only a moment before opening. I slid my finger in, feeling her sucking it in and circling it with her tongue. I slowly moved my finger in and out of her mouth, matching the rhythm of my finger in her pussy. Her breathing became erratic as she continued to suck on my finger as if it were a miniature cock. "No? Your body says yes. Your pussy is all hot and wet and ready for me. I can feel it gripping my finger. Can you feel it? Your lips are swollen and so responsive to my touch. I can feel your nipples, so hard, digging into my chest. I bet you would like me to take one in my warm mouth and soothe that aching feeling you have. Can you feel my hot mouth enveloping your throbbing nipple, lashing it with my tongue? Wouldn't you like to feel my mouth sucking hard on your buds and grazing them with my teeth?" I removed my finger and shifted to circle her clit. "And your clit," I pressed harder and felt her tense, "I can feel it throbbing under my fingers, poking out of its hood. Can you feel it throbbing and growing under my finger? Does it feel good?" I pulled my finger from her mouth, hearing the oddly satisfying popping noise it made as it came out of her mouth. I paused and, hearing no response, I removed the pressure on her clit. She hunched her hips, looking for my fingers. "Hmm? Does it?" "Yesss." She answered in a long, drawn-out hiss. I returned to her clit. Putting a finger on either side of it, I began stroking it. Her clit was pinned between my two fingers, her hood being pulled up and down with each stroke. "Oh...Caitlin not ahhhere. What if ssssomeone comesss?" I chuckled, "Don't worry. The only one that will be coming is you." She groaned and her head tilted back against the wall. I felt her legs shaking. She was getting close. I moved my fingers back to her slot. I teased her, moving my fingers along her slit, but not entering. "You do want to cum don't you?" I asked, still gliding along her entrance. "Yes!" she answered explosively in one breath. I sunk my fingers into her quickly. She moved her hips in rhythm with my thrusting. "My, you're soaked. I can hear your juices sloshing around in your cunt. I don't know if I've ever seen you this wet. Is it because I'm fucking you in public? Is it because any moment someone could walk by and see and know exactly what I'm doing to you?" I felt her muscles contract at my last question, "Fuck! Yes." She was on the edge again. I removed my fingers and used both of my hands to pull her skirt all the way up. Her pussy was now completely exposed to the open air. Her ass was bare now too, resting against the cool wall. I could've sworn that I saw her juices begin to roll down her thighs at being open completely. I heard her make a strange noise in her throat that I found infinitely sexy. "There. Now if anyone comes by they can see everything." My body was still blocking most of the view, but there was no doubt that Katie felt exposed. I moved my fingers back and started fucking her again. "But isn't that what you wanted? You wanted them to see your naked, wet cunt, didn't you?" I took my other hand and began to stroke her large clit between my thumb and pointer finger. "Yes!" I could feel her trembling. I knew she was close, but I wanted to keep her on the edge a while longer. I constantly changed my pace with my fingers, never letting her hips catch up with me. I stroked her clit lightly to let her calm down as she tried to meet my fingers to increase the pressure. I slowed the pace of my fingers in her cunt, making her hips move to keep the thrusting movement going. When she would finally settle, I would increase my efforts, driving her to the edge again. "You want them to see what a slut you are? You already look like one. Your legs spread so wide and you humping my hand in the middle of a club. You want to let your juices gush all over your naked pussy and dribble down your thighs?" Tap, tap, tap on her clit. Her legs were shaking, straining to keep herself up. Her breathing was heavy and irregular. I could see her sweating profusely. The smell of her arousal permeated the air. "Please. Oh Caitlin please!" "Tell me what you want." I knew I was driving her to the edge of her sanity. "I-arghh...want to c-cum!" "You mean want me to make you cum like the slut you are, your wet, juicy cunt cumming all over my hands?" "YES! Please make me cum like the slut I am. Make my wet, juicy cunt cum on your hands!" That was the admission I had been waiting for. I resumed the stroking on her clit. I whispered, "I hope you don't scream too loud babe. Wouldn't want anyone to hear," my grin evident in my voice. I picked up the pace with my fingers and moved my mouth down to her nipple. I bit Katie's nipple and felt her go stiff. She inhaled, and in the next instant her cream was pouring over my hand, her muscles gripping my fingers tightly. I heard her scream and thought, for a moment, that she might be heard over the thumping music. Her hips were now jerking wildly and I struggled to keep my fingers on her clit. I used my body to control her movements as much as I could. I wanted her orgasm to last as long as possible. I moved my fingers in and out faster while pinching her clit. "Ohhhhh...mmm...AHH!" She moaned and I felt her entire body tremble. The cum was literally leaking out of her as I continued to stroke her. I felt as though I could feel the waves of her pleasure washing over her body. Her climax must have lasted at least a minute. I slowed and then stilled my hands as I felt her calm. I looked up and saw her eyes were still closed. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling and her hands were clutching the wall. I smiled at her and moved my head down level with her pussy. I tentatively licked along her slot and felt her jump. "Caitlin! Not again please." Her hands went to pull my head away, but she was too weak. My body was no longer blocking her from view and I knew she could now see out through the curtain. She could see all the people on the floor dancing, clueless as to what was going on a little distance away from them. I could only imagine Katie's excitement at the site. I pulled her lips apart with my thumbs and stuck my tongue deep in her hole. I started to tongue-fuck her in earnest. I knew she wouldn't last long because she was sensitive from her last orgasm. I pulled my mouth up to her clit and began to lightly suck on it. I eased one finger in her pussy and, once it was good and wet, I worked it into her ass. Her hands gripped my head, pulling at my hair. I sucked her clit harder while whipping it with my tongue as I continued to pump in and out of her rosebud. She shrieked and her hips uncontrollably humped my face. My mouth struggled to keep up with the copious amount of fluids that were dripping out of her pussy. I could feel her shaking as she gasped for breath. I withdrew my finger from her ass and rose to hold her. She leaned heavily on me, her head resting on my shoulder. I could feel the aftershocks running through her body as I rubbed her back to help calm her. After about five or ten minutes she leaned back against the wall. "You bitch. You nearly killed me," but she smiled as she said it. I laughed and moved forward to kiss her briefly. "Ready to go?" I asked, lightly touching her cheek as I looked into her eyes. She pulled her skirt down and started to walk forward. "Ugh, I can't move." I grinned at her and wrapped my arm around her waist to help support her, "Come on." She wobbled a bit as she tried to walk, "I've never come so hard in my life," she paused, "How did you know?" I shrugged, "I don't know...little clues you dropped without knowing that I picked up on." We were silent for a while but when we reached the car I heard her speak, "You sure as hell better believe I'll have your ass for that." I smiled. Oh, I knew. I knew and I was already looking forward to it. |
I was just out of high school when I met my first serious boyfriend. I was working at Kelly's hardware store as a clerk in the office. As most of you know I've always been a bit chubby with a well developed set of lungs. I was well on my was to a size forty with a "C" cup even in high school. Since I graduated I've put on a few pounds all in my bosom. I'm now a well developed forty double "D". I've known for a long time boys and men alike enjoy looking at my breasts. So over time I've taken to dressing in such a way as to show off my breasts, there size and roundness. Low cut blouses and sweaters seem to do the trick for me. I also have a nice set of legs well shaped with narrow ankles and shapely caves. My ass is a little plump, more that I would like but you can't have every thing. So I choose to promote my best and let the rest follow. One of the salesmen that stops by every two weeks made it very plain he was interested in me. I also had an eye for him. He was young, broad shoulders and a killer smile. I was a virgin and was just beginning to have those feeling that made me shiver all over and get wet. I had read books, looked at pictures and had a pretty good idea of how men and women did this things called fucking. A girlfriend of mine had even showed me a book of real pictures with captions telling all. I found I liked looking pictures of men with full erections. I wondered how it would feel to have a hard cock pushed into my pussy. In several pictures the women were shown taking the men's cocks into their mouths. I kind of liked this also. Then thee pictures of men with their hard cocks pushed into a woman's ass. I was not so sure about this but still if some ladies liked it maybe it was not too bad. I had on more than one occasion pushed a finger into both my pussy and ass and kind of liked the feel of both. I also knew that if a man cum in either my mouth or ass I would not get pregnant. I was pretty sure if and when I had my first fling with a man I would not want him to cum in my pussy. Andrew Fall came in on a Saturday morning to see Mr. Kelly. Mr. Fall usually did not stop by that late in the week. Mr. Kelly was out at the time so I let Mr. Fall come into the office and wait. Andy as he wanted me to call him was soon complimenting me on every thing from my eyes to my hair and smile. I knew all the while he was looking at my breasts. I was so glad I had put on a low cut blouse that morning. Andy stood near my desk as I did my work. I could not help but notice he had a rather well defined point pushing out the front of his pants. I got that giddy feeling and my nipples got hard along with my panties feeling wet. I moved across the room to file a folder I reached up to pull out the top drawer which caused my blouse to pull tight around my breast. Andy, stood, came up behind me and reached around cupping his hands on each breast. He whispered "I love your fucking tits." I stood very still, I did not push his hands away I did not say anything I just stood there enjoying the feel of his hand on my breast. Andy pushed his hips close so I could feel his hard-on. I thought "I would love to see his cock." I lowered my head so it rested on the drawer; I shook my shoulders so my breasts moved from side to side in his hands. I had my eyes closed as I pushed back so his cock filled the space between the cheeks of my ass. I was not sure what I was doing or why I was doing it. But it felt good. Andy wiggled his cock and whispered into my ear. "God; what a beautiful ass. I sure would love to fuck you in the ass. Do you like to get fucked in the ass?" I shook my head. Then he ask again if I liked to get fucked in the ass. I kind of went all limp and turned slightly to the side pulling away from him. He said "Well do you?" I said "I don't know I've never." Then I moved away to stand behind my desk. Andy came over and placing both hands on the desk he said. "I'm staying at the Kings hotel. Have dinner with me tonight. Be at the lounge at eight and we can have a drink before dinner." He did not wait for me to reply. He left before I could even speak. I told my mother I had a date and she of course asked a few questions. I some how satisfied her curiosity. She did not pry. Mother was a widow of seven years and dated different men so I guess she felt if I did not ask a lot of questions maybe she should not. After a shower I sat on the bed thinking and being so young and in experienced I had no answers. But I felt I could handle what ever came up this evening. Oh, I was so dumb. I put on a blouse a full skirt and low heels. I walked out and took Moms car to the hotel. Andy was dressed in a jacket and dress shirt without a tie. He looked so handsome I all at once felt the warming sensation develop between my legs. Andy sat me at a table by the window so we could look out over the river. The waiter did not ask for an ID and served me as well as Andy. We had two cocktails before the band came on. I was not tipsy but my feet did not seem to go where I wanted. Andy held me close as we danced. When ever we turned so my back was toward the window I would slip his hand down to quickly cup the cheek of my ass. I pushed him away and he only laughed. I did too. I guess the drinks were working to his advantage. Or maybe mine. We danced twice before we made our way from the lounge to the dining room. We ordered and had a third drink before we ate. I think I was really beginning to feel drunk but after eating I was feeling much better and sober. Or so I thought. Back in the lounge we danced and had another drink. I was feeling no pain. Andy was holding me close feeling my breasts and ass freely. I did not seem to mind. We were hardly moving just kind of swaying to the music. Andy kissed me and I kissed him back. He said "Baby you're the most beautiful, most sexy gal in the place. I think all the men here want to fuck you as bad as I do." I laughed and said "I've never been fucked. I'm a fuck-less virgin." Andy stopped cold, looked at me and said "You're fucking kidding me." But I could tell from this voice and eyes he knew I was not joking. The next thing I knew he was pushing toward the front where he put me in a cab and sent me home. I went straight to bed and slept like a baby. Which I was I was just a baby in the woods. Mom came in about eight in the morning and ask was her car. I sat up and said it had left it in the hotel parking lot. She said that was the right thing to do if I had been drinking. Not a word about me being under age. Mom did ask if I had been with a man. I said no but it was a close call. I think Mom thought I was already having sex. I did said nothing to change her mind. We had never talked about sex, I kind of knew she was getting fucked but I never thought she felt the same way. How could I tell her now I was still a virgin? It was Sunday afternoon before Mom told me to get her car. I walked all the way down town and felt better for it. I entered the hotel and waked straight to the lounge. It was dark but I made my way to the bar and took a seat at the far end where it was even darker. I ordered a cocktail and was again not asked for an ID. I sipped it slowly and thought about last night. I was ready to fuck Andy. But for some reason he did not want to be the guy to pop my cherry. One drink and I was all of a sudden feeling woozy, I guess for those of us who don't drink this drinking comes back to bit us in the ass. The next thing I knew I was being pressed to the bar by some guy putting his arm around me. I thought for a minute is was Andy but this guy was taller and older. He said "What a nice girl like you doing here on a Sunday afternoon all by her self?" I pushed back and shook his arm off me. Turning I said "I'm waiting for my boyfriend." He said "If you're talking about the guy you were dancing with last night you'll have a long wait. He checked out early this morning." I was surprised and said "How do you know?" "I'm the night manager. " Carl is my name. I also know you're under age. So if you don't what to go to jail come with me and I'll let you out the back door." I was swaying as I moved off the bar stool and thru a side door. I was not out side but in a small office. Carl sat me down on a long leather sofa and handed me another drink. I took it like the stupid kid I was. Carl came and sat next to me. We did not talk but after the drink Carl took me in his arms and kissed me. His hands were all over my breasts and I was kissing him back with fire and passion burning up my insides. Carl pulled my hand to his crotch. I felt the hardness of his cock through his pants. I felt the hotness and how very hard it was. I was feeling the heat within me and I did not want to let go of his cock. Carl stood pulling to my feet. He was good at lifting my sweater over my head and unhooking my bra. I was still grabbing for his hard cock. I found the zipper and pulled it down. Then I had his cock in my hand. It was so big around and so very long. I looked down I was holding my very first cock. I was so beautiful and so hard. I started jerking it. I had no idea why I did not remember reading about that. Carl had a hand between my legs pressing on me. Then he started to pull my skirt down and my panties along with it. I was fumbling with his belt. I was naked as he pulled back and just looked at me. "What a great body. What a great pair of tits. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." His pants dropped to the floor and all I could see was this thick, long cock with a large round tip that was kind of red. Carl put his hands on my shoulders and lowered me to my knees. He was taking off his shirt while I reached for his cock. "Baby; suck my cock. Swallow all you can. I want dump a load in your mouth before I fuck you." It was as if I had been sucking cock all my life I grabbed his cock and pulled it into my mouth. I took as much as I could and started moving my mouth back and forth. I was sucking cock and I loved the feel of it, the taste and the feel of it rubbing the inside of my mouth. I wanted him to cum; I wanted to taste man semen for the first time. Carl moaned and started jerking back and forth ramming his cock into my mouth. He said he was going to fuck my mouth until his cum. "Fuck my mouth sounded so wild I liked the words and the idea of getting fuck in the mouth." He grabbed me by the head and pulled me to him, his cock went way back in my mouth and I could not breathe. I had heard of deep throat and I guess this was it. I was now a real cock sucker and a deep throat cock sucker as well. Carl pulled back and grabbed his cock. He jerked it and pointed at me telling me to open my mouth. I did just as he shot a load of cum all over my face getting a lot in my mouth. I swallowed and sucked licking the tip of his cock. He shot a couple of more time most of it going in my mouth. He sat down on the sofa. I got up next to him. He put an arm around me and kissed me. He was licking his own cum off my lips. "Baby that was the best fucking blowjob I've ever had. How long have you been sucking cock any way?" I did not answer I just smiled and let him kiss me. He said "I need another drink; I'll fix you one too." Carl stood up then kind of looked surprised and sat back down. He looked at me kind of funny and fell over. I'm young and stupid I know but I knew what happened. He was having a heart attack. I grabbed my clothes and then dialed 911 before I ran out the back door found Mom's car and got the hell out of there. ***** **(oil painting by Jaisini)** Wet Dream, an oil painting by Jaisini, in terms of exploration of own sexuality, dreams, or nightmares, belongs to a human traditional need for personal revelations. The imagery of the work is of a usually Jaisinesque theme that is not to be a statement or an illusion, but which summons the emotions. In Wet Dream, the feelings of morning euphoria and desire create a new formula f early life's passion. Jaisini delivers a high sensory level through the graduate, almost hypnotic step by step desire awakening. The work precedes the Reincarnation series. As in all of his paintings, Jaisini pursues a metamorphosis of the physical and mental states. In his works, the concept and the material are enclosed and inserted within each other. The essential visual vehicle is in a line, that emphatically as a life of its own and could be perceived as an automatic release. The enclosure of the line is not only graphical, but also symbolic of the connection between the picture's elements which await their disclosure. In the years of cubism, Andre Masson created his series of erotic drawings. In his works, Masson portrayed pure erotica with total absorption in the act, orgiastic, uncomplicated, and a little banal. the lack of diversity in such a subject matter as eroticism resulted in the Masson's scenes of pairs, trios, or even dozens of naked women interacting in a sexual way with one another. Masson filled this scenes with a Rubensian appreciation of the flesh and its pleasures, the very quality which impoverishes the otherwise fruitful area of human psyche. Jaisini, on the contrary, uses the sensual overtones to enrich and explore the mysterious realm of mind potential. So, instead of creating automatically, similarly, and limited, Jaisini employs his mind to complicate and develop the subject of desire. In Masson's erotic series, the only sentiment is the libidinous desire. Jaisini reflects a different time and epoch that is not satisfied with the simple approach. Jaisini combines together the physical with psychological, which becomes nearly a game. The expressionistic line swirls flow in the open canvas ground and embrace the canvas in expansive loops. The work is airy. The artist's thought transfers line into an image of a contraposto torso with a liplike part on the neck cut. Another female images express their physical and emotional concerns. The bottom lean figure indicates the young age of this female. In turn, that may explain the desperate pose for the erotic fulfillment. The third blond woman at the upper right corner appears to be more sexually mature. She holds a big breast that belongs to another female with a face that has only big red lips and flowing down hair lines. here, we find a profile of a man who seems to sniff the aroma of the female bodies not without pleasure. In the center, there is another gasping profile. The curvilinear forms enhance the overall impression of a fluid movement, which so well corresponds to the erotic sensation. a phallic finger touches a soft pillow and charges erotic energy in all other phallic configurations in Wet Dream. All images link in their conscious-unconscious, figurative-abstract condition. The cycle of desire goes on endlessly and is at the core of human existence. In Wet Dream, Jaisini liberates the desire from the self. In this well born work of art the desire is taken for a model. The work demonstrates what we know of creation to be a combination of already existing things into newer forms. That being so, the desire of man must have been in an endless existence and will continue to dwell in bodies and in works of art to which Wet Dream is an example. _Copyright (c)2000Yustas Kotz-Gottlieb. All rights reserved. New York_ Dear Fairy Godmother, I want to have three female subs. The first will be a red head, with white skin, blue or green eyes, and she will be fairly skinny. The second will be a brunette that is healthy not chunky and not skinny with lightly tanned skin. Finally, I want a black haired lady, her hair as long as mine, as smooth and silky. I want her to have darker skin than the brunette, but not too dark. She will be kind of chunky, but in a nice way. The red head will live in the basement; never seeing the sun any more than is necessary to be healthy. She will be tied in an X with her stomach against the wall. I will use her as a whiteboard, writing whatever I want on her with my point tip markers. When I am not writing on her she will be in her cage wearing her fox ears, tail, and various fur accessories. She will eat from a bowl with her name on it and have a simple dark green collar with her name on it. If I am in a good mood I will let her out of the cage to sit on my lap and be pet. If she is lucky I will tell her how to please herself and when she is allowed to orgasm. I will feed her treats if she is good and teach her tricks. If she is bad I will tie her to the tree out back and she will have to sleep there alone all night. The black haired lady will be the most privileged. She will sleep with me in my bed at night and in the morning we will shower together, brush each other's hair, and dress each other. She is allowed to leave the house and walk unsupervised through the house and grounds. She is to help me with the cooking, cleaning, and with The Master, which I will explain later. If she is good she gets to play with one of the other girls under supervision. If she is lucky I will bite her neck, nipples, and ears and finger her until she orgasms and keep going until she thinks she can't handle it any more. If she misbehaves she will be handcuffed to the bedpost so she can't touch herself or others for the day. The brunette will live in a small room. She will sleep strapped to the table with a dildo deep inside her. The table will have neck, wrist, ankle, and thigh straps. It will be equipped with nipple clamps, feathers, progressively bigger dildos, vibrators, and lube. Every once in a while I will buy creepy crawly things like spiders, cockroaches, and snakes and set them loose on her while she is strapped down with a vibrating dildo in her ass, nipple clamps, and a clamp on her clit. She will always be gagged. Every morning she will be taken off the table vibrating dildos stuck in her vagina and ass, nipple clamps put on, and she will be whipped sixteen times. Then she will be taken on a walk about the house on her leather leash with her name on it. She will be fed with a tug given to her nipple clamps or a whip to the thighs with every bite she takes. She is only aloud to go to the bathroom twice a day, and she must do so with the door open and a dildo in her mouth. If I am in a good mood she will be teased with a feather and then fucked in the ass and vagina with a vibrating dildo. If she is lucky I will allow her to walk about the house with her nipple clamps, clit clamp, and collar. If she disobeys she is whipped severely and is made to sleep on the floor with the vibrating dildos in her ass and vagina with the nipple and clit clamps on. Then there is The Master. I am his sub and he is the only one allowed to pleasure me. He goes to work during the day, while I stay home with my subs. He expects dinner cooked and ready when he gets home to his pristine house. I am to wear whatever he wishes for me to wear, even if it is nothing at all. I am to speak when spoken to and never eat in front of him unless he feeds me something. I am not aloud to touch myself without his permission. If he is in a good mood he will speak to me and eat his dessert off of me when he is finished with dinner. If he so wishes I may sleep with him in his room, but he must wake up to a blowjob. He is always to have breakfast in bed. If I am lucky he will eat me, fuck me, suck my tits, nibble at my body, let me nibble at his body, fuck him, and or give him a blowjob. If I disobey I am put at the mercy of my pets while he watches and instructs. I am aloud to have a job, though I choose to stay home and write or blog in my spare time. I manage the house, paying the bills, cooking, cleaning, taking care of the pets, and socializing with the neighbors sometimes taking the black haired lady with me. We are a private bunch and so very few people know that the red head and brunette exist. The black haired lady is introduced as my sister, which is true in the sense that she is Wiccan and practices along with me. When there are people over at our house the doors to the brunette and red head are locked and only then am I allowed to eat in front of The Master. Sometimes The Master invites over other men and I am allowed to show off my pets. I do as I am told which means I am sometimes at the heart of an orgy, that I sometimes fuck men with dildos, am at the mercy of my pets without having done wrong, and have sex with other men. |
_***This story uses_ _the same characters as_ Ana's Induction _but it is not necessary to read one to get the other (though by all means, give the other a look)***_ He pushed her up against the wall roughly, his mouth covering hers as if to consume her. She moaned and pulled him against her more tightly as his lips ran down her neck, lingering over the pounding artery beneath her flushed skin, but moving quickly away. He bent to pull the tight tee over her head, popping open the lacy bra as if it were so much tissue. His mouth locked over one hard, deeply pink nipple as he kneaded the other. She felt his sharp teeth faintly graze her, but only briefly before he seemed to pull himself away with an effort and move his lips back up to her mouth. "Why don't you?" she murmured, kissing his cheek as he sucked at the skin of her throat. "Why do you never drink from me? You know I want you to..." He didn't respond for a moment, pulling his lips away from her flesh and resting his forehead against the base of her throat. "I'm afraid," he whispered, almost too quietly for her to hear, his breath sending a little shiver across her chest. "Afraid of what?" "Afraid of what might happen... I fear for you... and for me," he said, looking up into her eyes. "I'm scared that, if I taste your blood again, I'll want it all. I want you so badly that I'm afraid the spirit inside me will take you... it wanted you from the first taste... and it's not time for that yet..." He sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her and lifting her away from the wall, carrying her towards the bedroom. She looked down at him, her dark eyes unreadable, but he could sense the flood of emotion behind them. The sound of the blood thundering through her veins was intoxicating, and he had to close his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he set her down on her feet. He knelt to slide her remaining clothes off, knowing her eyes still looked into his heart. She waited for him to stand and she slid her hands under his shirt, letting them heat the cool skin of his chest for a moment before pushing it over his head and letting it drop to the marble floor. His eyes flared dangerously, full of repressed passion, terrible lust held in check for weeks. "I trust you," she whispered, pressing her hot lips to his chest. He could smell her clean, fragrant hair, the heat of her skin, the rising scent of passion. He closed his eyes, feeling the desire for her peak in him, he ran his tongue over his upper fangs, letting them make a tiny slash across it. His mouth heated by his own blood, he bent to kiss her again, feeling her body react to the fire and the power. She took in her breath sharply, pressing her naked breasts against his chest, letting her head fall back, neck exposed to him. He couldn't control himself any longer and bent his lips to her throat, gently holding the back of her head with one hand and pulling her tight to him with the other. "Do it," she whispered as he opened his mouth. She hissed in combined pain and pleasure when he sank in his fangs and began to pull on her pulse hard. His moan, smothered against her skin, sounded almost anguished as her blood filled him and the immensity of her power and of her being hit him. He barely felt the fingers she tangled in his hair, pressing his head more tightly to her neck, her breath coming in short gasps, in ecstasy beyond sound. He drank deeply, knowing their minds had merged in an irreversible way, an unbreakable bond forged. He could feel her body weakening in his arms, though, and he knew he'd probably already taken too much. With an effort he'd never known before, he pulled his fangs out of her throat and pushed her head into his chest. His head pounded with her power, the Spirit inside him surged almost painfully with dark energy. She kissed him softly, her eyes drowsy, quite sure that she'd fall over if he were to release her. She waited while he calmed the spirit within, which writhed still. ** _Would you have let me kill you?_** His words entered her mind with shocking clarity. When she looked up at him, his eyes positively burned with their cobalt fire. ** _I don't know_**. She could see the heat spreading throughout him, coloring his cheeks, bringing a rosy blush to his smooth lips. Filled with her blood, he looked young and human. She couldn't resist a smile and pulled his head down so that she could kiss him, loving the warmth that radiated from his skin ** _I almost lost it...._** ** _But you didn't. I'm not afraid of you. I can't seem to get this point across._**. ** _I do understand you. I would just like to reiterate that you are in danger when you're around me._** ** _I can take care of myself, big boy. Remember that._** She took a step back from him, and though barely able to stay on her feet, sent a wave of power rushing at him that lifted him off his feet and threw him backwards onto the bed, landing amidst the piles of pillows. "Point taken," he said, sitting up, a slow laugh escaping his lips. She grinned at him and took a wobbly step forward, but failed at walking. He caught her almost before she'd realized she was falling and whisked her back into the mass of warm blankets and pillows. Resting his back against the headboard, he pulled her back to his chest, kissing the top of her head. "Drink this," he murmured, bending to whisper in her ear, bringing his wrist up to his mouth. "Before you pass out." She blinked slowly, eyes widening as he bit into his skin and lowered the streaming cut down to her lips. He released a growl of pleasure as she drank from him, her mouth locking to his skin. Her back arched and she laced her fingers with his, holding his hand as she drank from his wrist. As if sensing how much she needed to restore her strength and heal her wounds, she released him after only a moment. The blood raced through her body, and she could feel the cuts in her throat tingling as they closed and disappeared. With a sigh of contented pleasure, she slid down with him into the pile of pillows, resting her head on his chest, simply listening to the thunder of his heart in his chest for several minutes as he rather idly played with her nipples. "We're even now, aren't we?" Damien murmured into the near darkness. "What do you mean?" "You know what you're doing. I've figured that out by now." He could feel her smile against his chest, but she said nothing. "You can control me now as surely as I've ever had any control over you... your blood... it... there's something in you that I can't fathom..." She sighed and sat up next to him, looking at him intently, eyes glittering with tears. "I know what I'm doing... but not why... or how..." she whispered, fear in her voice. "What am I, Damien?" He didn't answer her, pursing his lips. "I'm not just a witch, am I? No matter how powerful anyone says a witch can be, it's nothing compared to what I'm holding back. I scare myself. Do you know that? I was never like this before. I never had this in me before my family died... I know I didn't..." He took a deep breath and slowly shook his head. He reached out and touched her cheek and she could feel the Spirit inside him flow over her, searching her. "I don't know," he said finally. "You're not human anymore, really, but I don't know what else you could be... we've speculated- there are legends, understand, but none of us really knows... some of our earliest stories are filled with talk of other worlds... demons and gods... goddesses..." She shook her head and several tears trickled down her cheeks. With sudden fury, she was on her feet and lighting a cigarette from the pack on the bedside table. She snatched up her silk robe and slid in over her shoulders, cinching it closed as she angrily crossed the marble floor to the massive windows, her form silhouetted against the moonlight, smoke curling around her. "I'm not a goddess..." she hissed. "How could I be a demon? You don't __become a demon, do you?" He appeared silently beside her, his cobalt eyes glowing fiercely, fangs glinting in the light. "What do you think I am?" "But you... that's different..." she muttered, turning away from him. "You underwent a transformation... allowed a Spirit to enter your body. It's not conscious... it doesn't possess you. You and the Spirit sustain each other. I'm not possessed, and I certainly was born human." "Didn't you invite a Spirit within yourself too?" She spun around to face him, mouth open to counter, but froze, eyes widening. "I did..." she whispered slowly. He just looked down at her, waiting, unwilling to disrupt her thoughts. She paced a little, her breasts jiggling slightly under the black silk. He tore his eyes away as she continued. "The night they died, when I found out. I sent out a call to whatever dark force would listen... called upon the darkness with everything I had in me... and then I passed out... when I woke up I accidentally busted a stubborn window when it wouldn't open..." "The surges of temper, rushes of power, headaches... they started then as well, didn't they?" She nodded, eyes still wide. "Denarus suggested this in Council, and it looks like he's right... you were never a witch exactly. You're what we call an Elemental, which is unimaginably rare. You can't do Magic per se, your power lies in an understanding of and a connection to, conscious or not, the fundamental workings of Nature. You may not know how you can produce a blizzard with only a thought and an exertion of power, but you can, because you can manipulate natural forces... when you learned of your family's... fate... you called out on every plane of existence... our mystics in X'iang Xi were nearly killed when the wave of anger and grief hit them... do you recall getting an answer to your summons?" She closed her eyes, pressing her palms over them tightly, the forgotten cigarette still held between her fingers. She leaned back as if settling onto a couch and crossed her ankles, resting her elbows on her knees. "I don't know..."she murmured, her voice dead calm suddenly. "It... I was kneeling on my bed, crying furiously, just screaming at nothing... or I thought nothing...then I felt a horrible burst of pain... and I was out cold. When I woke up it was nearly a full day later...I couldn't really remember anything... but I felt strange... things were different..." She pulled back her hands and opened her eyes, seeming mildly surprised to find herself floating three feet from the floor, but she focused on his eyes. "But I've never been possessed, that I'm certain of. I'm alone in my body and my head..." "A primal spirit then," Damien murmured. "Like the Vampyr. You opened up to it, and you were a strong enough vessel to contain it..." "What else... what are you thinking but not saying?" "This presents an entirely new set of problems." "Such as..." "If I am powerful enough to turn you, if I can take the full force of your power without it killing me... you may never be able to turn anyone yourself without killing them or at the very least, destroying their sanity..." She dropped to her feet without a sound, her face crestfallen, the cigarette vanishing in a flash of fire. He caught her in his arms, kissing her softly. "I... what do I do? I can't let you try to turn me!" "We'll figure something out, I promise you, love." "But you can weaken me, we know that..." "Yes, I can... your blood makes me... I can feel the energy in it... I'm lost for a few seconds. I thought it was just lust... but..." "Then try it again, and let me consciously send power your way. Try to drain me, I won't let you kill me, I promise. Let's see what happens if we do it as if you're really going to Turn me." He just looked at her, then shook his head and stepped back from her. "I trust your control, but once I get a true taste of that power... once the Spirit knows what it could have... it may not let me stop... it'll want everything you have to offer to be its own. I may end up killing you." "Then I die happy with you." He sighed raggedly and came forward slowly, staggering slightly when she let loose a surge of energy through the newly forged link. His eyes flamed blood red, fangs bared as he caught her in his arms roughly. She didn't let up when he sank his teeth into her neck, but continued to pour as much power into him as she could. He could feel the Spirit in him swell, feel every pore of his body pulse with power. He pulled harder on her pulse, trying to drain her. She didn't weaken easily this time, pushing her reserves into him, producing energy from that unknown source and sending it flooding into him. He felt something within him snap, and he was suddenly not fully inside his own mind. He could still feel his physical body, his arms tightly wrapped around her, dangerously close to crushing her, feeling her gasps of pleasure and pain. He was somewhere else though, bursts of light pulsing around him in the blackness, an energy radiating from all around that threatened to engulf him. Somewhere in the blackness he could feel a darkness stirring, take notice of him. He had the distinct impression that something alien, some part of her he instinctively backed away from was awakening. An arc of light shot forward in the blackness and he could sense the malevolent Spirit back down. He closed his eyes and heard her voice in the void. **Damien... Damien... come back to me...** He shook himself mentally and forced himself to awaken, following her voice out of the void. His eyes snapped open and he abruptly forced her away, stumbling backwards, hand over his eyes, which felt as if they were glowing with the fire of the sun. The Spirit roared inside him, threatening for the first time in six thousand years to take his self control completely. He froze, breathing deeply, trying desperately to regain himself. He knew she'd sunk to her knees on the floor, hand to her throat, fighting unconsciousness. She hadn't let him kill her, but she hadn't left much room for error. He could still sense the energy pouring from her, tapering slightly as she apparently fought to contain it. It was several minutes before he felt confident enough to open his eyes and look down at her. Blood stained her hand and had spilled down her chest, covering her left breast visible under the now open robe. The dark energy she was channeling had transformed her physically. Her skin was snow white scrolling ink lines running around her temples and all over her body, her hair now jet black, eyes an eerie solid jet black. She held up her hand before he could rush forward to her aid, counting down three fingers, two, one. **Again** **Alexandra, no.** **Again** The scent of the blood flooded his brain and he knelt in front of her, taking her in his arms again, muttering a prayer in Vampyr before sinking his teeth into the bleeding wounds once more. She hissed and sent her strength rushing into him with renewed vigor. He felt the darkness in him crest and knew he could take no more. "Enough," he nearly shouted, voice rough, echoing off the hard floors. He panted heavily, kissing her hair, her face, the still bleeding wounds. The desire to Turn her was almost more than he could bear. She was struggling to breathe herself, but weakly held his wrist when he started to bring it to his mouth. **No. It'll Turn me. Even a little would be enough.** **But, you're-** **-Recovering. How do you feel? That was as much as I can give without giving it all.** **I... I saw... raw power, I think. Crushing energy from everywhere, in nothingness. I saw the other Spirit. It was not happy with me.** ****She shook her head slightly, hand still over the trickling wounds. **No, it wasn't. It knew you were killing me.** **Great. You come with a security system. You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?** **Apparently not.** **You're going to bleed to death, just let me-** **Damien, any touch of your blood...** He sighed, shaking himself. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'm not... all together... right now." He took her in his arms and lifted her off the floor, settling back into the bed with her, cradling her softly. "You're about an inch from death, you know that?" She just smiled faintly. "You can't even speak can you?" "In a minute, I'll be able to" she murmured, her voice quiet as if lost in a breeze. He stroked her black hair, pressing his lips to her freezing white skin. She made a decision, it seemed, and the blood ceased to flow from the wounds in her throat. Continuing to breathe deeply, she blinked her eyes several times, then sighed. He could feel her body strengthen again in his arms. He looked down into her eyes and was relieved to see them flicker and melt back into their normal stunning green. Her hair and skin remained altered by the dark power. "Welcome back," he whispered, kissing her deeply. "Thanks," she said with a smile. "That was fun..." "Yeah...something like that. When do you want to do that again?" he asked sarcastically. She laughed softly. "Maybe not tonight... but I think it's good for both of us..." "I do too. You're still going to have to let me heal those wounds once we're out of danger of turning you. Otherwise, I think I may have scarred you." She glanced down at her bloody chest, raising her hand to run her fingers along the ragged cuts in her throat. "And you were so gentle before..." she chided jokingly. "Well, we were just getting to know one another, so..." She laughed weakly, holding out her arm to inspect her skin. "What the hell...?" "Just a guess, but that's probably the physical manifestation of your Spirit. Like in me, only mine presents as fangs and glowing eyes and the like." "Interesting. Hopefully it will back off when I can calm down enough to regain control over it. This might make my public life a little awkward." "I like it. You look like you walked right out of Satan's Court.." She grinned and laughed darkly. "Anyone else would have been offended, by that comment," he noted, a mock- reproving look on his handsome face. "But that's why you love me. I've got it in me to be Hellspawn." "Baby, you have it in you to _rule_ Hell, forget about Earth." She kissed him heatedly, the blackness sliding down over her eyes again. "And yet, here your are..." "Yes. I love you..Body and soul" "Yeah... Thank you." "My pleasure." "Mine too." She broke into genuine laughter, kissing the top of his head as he lapped at her bloody left nipple and tenderly picked her up again, carrying her into the shower with him. "I've got to get that blood off... it's driving me out of my mind..." he said, closing his eyes on the sudden roil of sapphire flames. "Can you stand for a second?" he asked her, setting her gingerly on her feet on the black marble floor in the bathroom. "I think so,"she whispered, leaning on the wall behind her as he turned on the water and stripped the ruined silk off of her. He lifted her with him into the streams of hot water, letting it wash the red stains off her body. She was still terribly weak, but also turned on he found out. She kissed him heatedly, then leaned on him for support as he bent between her legs and caressed her thighs, running his tongue into her. Moaning, she bent forward as if she were going to pass out but quickly righted herself, pulling his hair a little as he sucked on her clit. He let one of his sharp teeth graze over the sensitive nub, but only very lightly, wary of bringing blood when he was so close to losing it. Running one hand up her body and resting it on her stomach to hold her up, he gently plunged two fingers of the other deep inside her. Her back arched violently, and she let out a hiss that would have been frightening under any other circumstances. She pulled at his shoulders until he finally stood and lifted her against the marble wall, accommodating the hand she snaked between them so she could tightly grasp his throbbing erection and position it where his fingers had been moments earlier. He couldn't suppress a low growl as she wrapped her legs around his waist as he drove into her, covering her mouth with his own as the steam surrounded them, water running over their bodies. "I may pass out if you make me come," she panted after few minutes. "I don't think I have enough blood to think and orgasm at the same time." "Then you'd better be ready for a nap," he murmured, a mischievous glint in his cobalt eyes. He pushed deeply into her and held the position, only moving his hips in a slow circle, grinding his pubic bone against her sensitive clit. "You are so dead when I'm strong again. Just wait." "I _am_ dead. Too late." "Smart ass- Oh dammit. I warned you..." He couldn't see her eyes behind the blackness, but the expression on her face said they'd rolled back in her head. Her body tensed as she climaxed, but just as quickly went completely limp, her light at the end of their link, fading suddenly as she lost consciousness. Laughing to himself, he lowered her to the shower floor, letting her feet touch, then using his mind to hold her up. She would never let him support her like that while she was awake, he thought. She looked so vulnerable, her head lowered and slightly to the side, wet hair framing her face. The scrolls around her eyes and temples remained, giving her a darkly exotic look that only slightly took away from the innocence of her young face. Only in this state, completely off-guard, unaware of the rest of the world, did she actually look her age. He closed his eyes for a moment, forcing his blood flow back under control, promising his body a release the next evening. Turning off the steaming water, he wrapped her in an oversized towel, drying her smooth body and black and red hair lovingly. She didn't stir as he carried her back into their bedroom and laid down with her under the nest of soft down. "Sleep deeply, My Love," he whispered in his native tongue, kissing her forehead tenderly. |
_Full text of the Complete Volume of Collected Borg Poetry: "Poetry is irrelevant."_ As a few of you may know, a troll recently called the pseudo-autobiographical story of my very first interracial encounter: _"Sappy."_ He/She/It also informed me that _"I was gay."_ Now I have to admit to you that this bothered me. I'd been losing sleep for days over how to present this particular revelation to my husband, since Perry's always considered himself one of the legendary poster boys for straight hetero sex. Even though we made love twice during the time period in which I wanted to tell him about my predicament, I couldn't find the right way to broach such an important subject. Finally I sketched out my plan for telling Perry about my dilemma. What follows is a fairly accurate description of the results: First, after stripping down entirely, I hid in the bedroom closet for fifteen minutes counting on my unknowing hubby to come into the bedroom looking for me so that I might burst out of the closet. I figured an in your face confrontation was best. Besides I knew I could get his attention just by making sure that my breasts took the lead in an _in-your-face_ attack. After the first fifteen minutes were up, I decided to wait for another fifteen minutes. Three minutes had gone by when I screamed out at the top of my lungs that he'd better come back to the bedroom and see me--right now. Now Perry is nothing if not headstrong. He didn't budge. My children came in instead. Naturally they asked me why I was hiding in the closet, and, being the helpful little girl scout she is, my youngest, Trini, opened the door to let me out. So there I stood in the midst of all our hanging shirts, skirts and dresses totally nude. Before my bug-eyed progeny could ask any me more questions, I told them in no uncertain terms that I wanted to see their father, and then they were to work on their homework for at least three and a half hours or until next Tuesday whichever came first. My little girl quoted me quite succinctly when she said: "Daddy! Mommy's hiding in your closet naked, and she said to tell you that you'd better get your ass in there if you know what's good for you." So much for romantic trappings wrapped in an element of surprise. I didn't realize that a man could stare for so long at a naked woman standing in a clothes closet and not say a single word. He tried to keep his face composed to hide any feelings he might have, but I could see deep inside his dark brown eyes that he was laughing at me way, way back inside of his primal, macho psyche. Grimacing slightly, I started to tell Perry _Nevermind,_ but before I could get the word out, he spoke. "Can I ask what this's all about?" "I'm coming out of the closet." "I see that. Apparently so did everyone else in the house. It's a good thing that Ben's friend, Trammell, left already." He paused. "Well? Are you going to tell me why you're standing naked in our bedroom closet?" I took, a deep breath and told him the truth. "A troll told me that my story was'sappy,'and that I'm actually gay." He nodded, but I could tell that he just didn't comprehend the gravity of my statement. "A troll. Tell me, Lyss, do you have to spend a lot of time under bridges or anything to talk to these trolls?" As tears began to form in my eyes, I shook my head and answered. "E-mail." "I was unaware that trolls had become so technologically advanced." I stood up straight and dabbed my eyes with the shirt tail of an old blouse I haven't worn for a while to compose myself. "You're making fun of me." Perry held up his large hand in a peacemaking gesture. "Not at all. I didn't know how much it bothered you to have anybody call one of your stories 'Sappy.' Especially a troll." Of course, I didn't realize that I'd set him up until he nailed me with the obvious retort. "So which sappy story did this troll insult?" _"Stephen Chapter One."_ "No kidding, just Chapter One? He didn't even get to the really sappy chapters yet." " _Stephen_ isn't sappy," I blurted out. "And if you had more respect for the dead, you'd know it's a moving, semi-autobiographical..." "I take it back!" Perry threw up his hands for a moment. "I take it back! I'm sorry I said that about your story." He reached in and took my bare arm gently with one hand. "So, troll confrontations aside, why are you standing naked in the closet?" "He said 'I was gay,' so I thought I'd come out of the closet for you." I threw my free arm out in a dancer's _sell_ gesture. He didn't buy it. Then I flushed. I could feel my face redden, but I couldn't tell whether any of my obvious embarrassment affected him since like most black people, Perry doesn't redden, he just darkens. Perry made the shape of an _Oh,_ with his mouth, and he made his eyes smile once again. "So now that you're gay, are you planning to bring another woman to our bed?" I shook my head. "No! Not yet, anyway, but I want you to examine me all over to see if you can locate my penis." Bingo! That got him. I knew it would. He stared at me this time showing genuine confusion in his eyes. "You want me to locate your..." "...Penis." I finished his sentence. "If I'm gay, and I'm living with you, then I'm sure you'll be able to discover a penis somewhere on me." "I haven't found one in the eleven plus years we've been together." Perry pointed out. His eyes raced over every inch of my breasts and torso, down my abdomen and up the inside of my pale thighs. "Ah-hah! But you haven't actually looked for one, have you?" I had him on that one, so he didn't bother to answer me. Audibly sighing, Perry made a half-hearted circular gesture with his finger and hand. "Turn around." Then he shook his head and grumbled. "I still don't see one." "Since you don't see any, you'll have to use your fingers." I stated. "I'm coming out of this closet now, so it's up to you to prove or disprove that I'm gay." "Lyss, tell me again why you believe in trolls?" "Irrelevant!" I understand the Borg collective now. "We will establish empirical evidence of the presence of a penis," I decreed in all my glorious nakedness. "Or we will die trying." "Do I get a vote in this?" "No." I pushed my finger the cotton of his shirt and into the sternum of his chest. "Your mission which you have already chosen to accept is to explore all the outer and inner regions of my body where a rogue penis may be hidden." I noticed that the laughter in Perry's eyes was being replaced by a curious heat which had been ignited in the dark depths of his pupils. "Take off this shirt." "Yes, ma'am," he responded. "The verdict is not in on whether or not I'm a ma'am yet," I told him as I continued to unbutton his shirt. "However, let's keep every option open until we're absolutely sure." Meanwhile Perry undid the fastener and zipper of his slacks in record time. Letting his pants fall to the floor, my husband grabbed my shoulder with one hand, the back of my head with his other hand, and then he pulled my face right up against his. He clamped his lips possessively onto mine and forced my mouth open. _"Hey...!"_ I had to swallow my own word of protest, when his tongue pushed that single syllable back into my mouth. I abandoned any nominal protest in favor of Perry's explorations. It was obvious that even though I might have hidden a penis deep down in my throat that he was willing to take that chance. Soon Perry's arms swept all the way around me, and, breaking free from that soulful kiss, he lifted me right up off the floor. Gently he laid me down upon our bed, while his hands then became free to explore my exposed flesh. I was still tugging at his briefs trying to free his midsection. Old habits die hard, I guess. For some reason my mind flashed on a virtual male stripper that Myst had posted on the bulletin boards a few days back, and I remembered how dark his "tan" made him seem, and how hot I became just staring at his flaunting erection hypnotically swinging up and back time and again and again and again. Suddenly I knew that whether I possessed a penis or not, I had to put my hands on my husband's wonderfully large and familiar cock. I literally ripped at the waistband of his briefs. "Hey, hey! I still need to wear these until we do the laundry." "I'll buy you more," I said between gritted teeth. "What's gotten into you?" He had to have known he was setting up that old joke. "Nothing yet." My own hands were already stroking Perry's growing erection while he continued to play with me. "But I have plans for this big fella down here." Then an unexpected new voice from the hallway outside our door broke our concentration: "Mom! Do you know where my bookbag went?" "No!" "Well, would you see if I left..." "Not now, Trini," Perry yelled. "I'll help you find it later." "But, Dad..." "Not now!" we shouted in unison. "But I won't be able to do my homework." You could hear instant tears begin to well up inside the sound of her voice. Thinking maternally for a split second, I suggested: "Trini, why don't you play a video game." "Really?" she cried out. "Wow!" "All right!" another voice in the hallway said. This one was slightly older, very adolescent, and male. "And stay away from the God-damned door!" Perry yelled back. But, as he was able to switch gears quickly, my husband soon used his gentle sweet lips to determine that I was not hiding a cock on the nipples of either breast. I was so proud of him. He pursued his duty like a man obsessed. Slowly an open handed palm with five spread fingers slid achingly down from my ribs passing over my abdomen and settling there at the fluttery flesh covering the all important passageway where in another time before I became a gay male, I'd managed to conceive three children one at a time. I could no longer reach down and hang onto Perry's marvelous erection as he'd scooted all the way down to rest his face shoulders and neck at my hips and thighs. A single male digit ran deliciously along the long convoluted folds which fronted my vaginal canal. "Tell me, Lyss," he whispered as his finger loosened me up, worming its way into my moist interior. "Do you think there may be something lurking inside here?" "Would you mind checking deeper?" I responded to his stimulating finger movements with a heavy panting growl thickening my voice. He continued with a second finger and a third, and though we'd never given each other permission to do this before, Perry used his careful handling of the tissues of my flexible loins to work his entire fist up into the interior of my cunt. I moved very slowly, very cautiously under his ministrations, the effect of his fist was overwhelming, and yet there was a strained excitement going on inside me as well. "Well, I have good news," he said as he continued to cautiously stretch my vulnerable womb with his huge hands. "I don't believe that you've got one hidden up in here." A single finger touched my cervix, and I nearly jumped in frightened delight. Too much too fast! Perry eased his blunted fist back into a snakey like hand of five long fingers and painstakingly withdrew it. I took a deep breath once that was over. "Turn over on your stomach," he commanded. "We have one more major area which I want to examine." I sucked in a startled breath. Although Perry had the good sense to use a fistful of KY lubricant, usually I was reluctant to follow the course which he was leading. "We'll have to use subterfuge to lure this one out," he said. Then pulling my hips up into the air, Perry spread my buttocks cheeks and blew a soft puff of air against my ass. "Why's that?" I asked. Now his fingers were dipping into the cool gel in the tube and then probing past my sphincter into my anxious rectum. "Well, some of these renegade dicks are pretty cagey creatures. One of them could be secreted up this way, and we'd never know." "So," I gasped an intake of air as his finger struck a nerve. "How do you propose to trick it into revealing itself?" "We'll use the _call of the wild technique._ I'll go in, and if there's one skulking around inside, it'll think that another penis has intruded upon it's territory and will attempt to chase me back out. When it does, I'll strike." "Strike?" I queried. "You're gonna strike? What do you mean'strike?'" "Don't worry, you'll be perfectly safe." Uh-huh, sure I would. His fingers retracted, only to be replaced by something twenty times larger and at least twice as long. Somehow _perfectly safe_ wasn't the phrase that had sprung to the forefront of my mind just now. Of course, suddenly all that mattered was what was going on behind me. I know that I don't have the best attitude about anal penetration, and I hoped that my mind and body would bend with the flow of the intent of the act. As it turned out my husband's gentle aggression brought me slowly, wickedly, and totally into submission with his movements. He grabbed my hips and mildly forced his solid erection part of the way inward. Then using an extra bit of lubricant, he retraced his motion and then pressed into my ass even harder and deeper than before. I buried my face into the bed mattress to endure the experience of his now dominant and calculatedly slow thrusting, and the next thing I knew, I was moving in sympathetic rhythm to his pulsing demands. _Damn, he's good!_ I heard him moan behind me as his speed and his fierceness increased. "If there's anything hiding inside your tight buns, Lyss, its too damn bad for them now." Perry made a sound like a mad bull plowing into an electric fence, and then he gasped out a long erratic hiss of pure energy. "I'm shooting first, and asking questions later." I now knew what he meant by _strike._ He had a glorious climax and probably spewed out a flask full of semen into my violated rectum. Then, as Perry collapsed over me, his weight forced my hips down flat against our bed. With his dick still jammed entirely within me, I was shocked by the abrupt change in position which he'd put me through. In spite of the rough aftermath, it was still so exciting that I continued to enjoy the decadent thrill of his penetration. Our actions had been unprecedented. His fervor was completely novel. My experience changed everything about my expectations concerning Perry's big black cock blasting a load of sperm deep inside my ass. "I think I've liquidated anything hiding down in here." I tried to laugh, but it felt funny with my anal tissues still stretched and jammed full of his blunt masculine strength. "No, don't make me laugh!" "Lyssa," he asked finally. "What's a troll?" I explained how trolls never contributed any real writings to the site, yet they still hung around the bulletin boards to post crude witticisms most of which they learned before second grade. I also explained the concept of hit and run anonymous e-mails and the dreaded _one votes._ "What're they doing there?" "I think mostly they all want to get laid, but real live people scare the hell out of them." "That is so you, Lyss," he laughed. "Obsessing about being called gay by some anonymous virgin." "No. When they get beyond thirty posts they're not _virgins_ any more. They're considered _experienced._ This causes most of them to frolic in subhuman glee --thus, trolls." "I don't think I want to know any more." "I understand." I felt the curious relief of Having him pull out from the confines of my rectum, and my body settled down into a langour of pure afterglow. "God, that was good." "Still worried about being gay?" I shook my head. "No, sweetheart. Thanks for taking care of it for me." "Now if we could just do something about your sappy writing." I hit him square in the testicles with my pillow. _Full text of the Borg Collective Sexual Pleasures Book: "Sexual pleasure is irrelevant."_ It has been almost four months since Amber has slept with anyone other than her husband, the pale blonde slutwife moved three months ago for her husband's career leaving all her old playmates. When they first moved in she considered starting a family but Kyle, her husband, didn't feel ready to stop their exploring, he suggested they wait until they were well settled in the new place and then they'd discuss it. In those three months Amber started to follow her fertility chart just in case but they never really discussed it again. Amber started to think Kyle was right about her continuing her amorous activities, Amber and Kyle had sex almost daily and it was good but it didn't make her feel dirty. She missed teasing him with dirty texts while she's out on a date or when he would be out of town, and how hard he fucked her when she was returned to him. A few days before he was going to leave on a ten day trip Kyle mentioned finding a new playmate, he brought it up as he played with her pussy after she got out of the shower. Amber moaned her agreement as he led her to the bed, he bent her over pulled a condom from the drawer and fucked her from behind hard and fast until they both came. The next day Amber looked at some of the websites she had visited before; she had a small group of friends in her old city and hadn't been on any of them in a few years. She also considered going out on Saturday to find someone but wasn't really sure that was something she felt comfortable doing. On Friday morning she drove him to the airport as they kissed goodbye he squeezed her ass and told her to have fun. Amber always gets extremely horny when she enters her fertile cycle but she couldn't decide what to do, she looked online but would really need more time before meeting someone like that so on Saturday night in a moment of wanton desperation she decided to go to a bar. She dressed in a short loose black skirt and white button down shirt with lacy red bra and panties underneath. She had a good time and drank a little too much but didn't really connect with anyone. At around midnight she took a cab home and swayed to her front door. She fumbled through her purse looking for the keys she unknowingly dropped on the curb as she paid the cab driver. She kicked her locked door a few times before heading to the side to try some windows, the only one open was the laundry room it was kind of high but it would have to do. Amber had her upper body through when she heard someone calling out, "Who the hell is that? What's going on? You better not be..., Amber is that you?" She could see a light flashing around her. She recognized that voice it was Henry her slightly overweight, slightly balding 57 year old black neighbor. She knew he was getting a good look at her ass, she was a little embarrassed but it wasn't the first time he had gotten a good look she had accidently teased him a couple times while walking around naked with the blinds open. "You need some help Amber?" His voice was gruff. "Yes please." She shouted back. The old black man stared at the 28 year old white ass as he boosted her up. She hit the floor calling out she was ok then headed for the door, Henry came around from the side and she waved him over, "Thanks for the help!" "It was no problem." He replied with huge smile, looking her body up and down. "I mean, not just for the boost but for looking out for me as well, I owe you one." She was clearly drunk. "Well maybe you like to join me for a beer? I was out here drinking alone when I heard you." "Sure" Amber knew she didn't need any more alcohol but it was only a beer with her neighbor. "You go on in and I'll get the beer." He said excitedly. She didn't realize they would be going inside but didn't think much of it at the time, she didn't like old men and never really considered a black man before so she didn't see him sexually at all. When he came in he had a six pack of fairly good beer, they each cracked one open and began small talk. Henry was witty and funny and kept Amber laughing as one beer turned to three. When she would get to relaxed her legs fell open flashing her panties to the old man across from her, she would catch herself and close them but it happened several times. The short glimpses were more enough to get Henry aroused and when she noticed the large mass in his pajama bottoms he called her on trying to get a look, "Just ask if you want a look." He teased her. Turning red she tried to deny, mostly to herself, that she was trying to see anything. "No, I just.." "It's ok." He smiled," I was just playin with you." "I'm sorry." She looked away feeling even more embarrassed. " It's fine, I been getting an eyeful myself." He snickered. She laughed relieving the tension, the lewd comment was slightly titillating even if it did come from a dirty old black man. "Maybe I should make some coffee." As she filled the cups she started to wonder why she felt so fluttered and why she was trying to keep him here, this was " just company" she said to herself. The two drank their coffee their conversation went from the neighborhood to marriage and not having kids to sex. Henry casually mentioned, "I haven't had sex in six years, I must of wore my old lady out." He laughed. "You wore her out?" Amber almost spit her coffee laughing. "Yeah, I ruined her pussy." He grabbed his bulge through the thin material drawing her eyes. She didn't believe it could really be that big but he had her curious again. "You're terrible." She laughed stealing another glance at his growing bulge. Still intoxicated Amber was almost giddy, their conversation became laced with innuendo and dirty jokes. She told herself they were just having fun but when she found herself staring at his crotch she realized just how horny she was, she knew she should probably try to get him to leave but reasoned that she would never do anything with a black guy or someone that old. She started to clear the coffee table mindlessly bending over in front of him. Henry stared at her firm white ass as her skirt rode up seeing his invitation, a big wet spot on her little red panties. Amber jumped as she felt a big rough hand grab her ass, she was surprised by her desire she was feeling. She pushed out her ass and his other hand grabbed her hips pulling her back. She squealed and giggled as she fell into his lap, his big hands grabbed the back of her knees pulling them up and apart shifting her weight back against him. She watched his big black hands slide over her milky white thighs the dark skin wouldn't let her forget who was touching her, letting a black man older than her father do this to her made her feel so dirty. She gasped as he pulled her wet red panties aside revealing her trimmed mound. His rough fingers ran over the short soft hairs before teasing at her swollen clit, sliding between her puffy lips they sunk effortlessly into her honeypot. She started to cum as he proceeded to put another finger into her pussy, "gotta loosen you up first." He sneered," Little pussy like this is too tight." He pushed a third finger in. "Is it really that big?" she winced. "Maybe too much for you, it might hurt." He teased. "I'm pretty deep." She bragged with a giggle. "We'll see," He laughed spreading his finger inside her. He worked his fingers into her for several minutes before sliding her to the couch beside him, "I think this pussy is ready now" He stood to take off his pants, "Wait, I need to get a condom." Amber hurried to her room retrieving a rubber, when she returned he was still standing clothed she unbuttoned her blouse as she moved towards him letting it fall before kneeling at his feet, "You want me to put it on?" She asked pulling down his pants. Amber's heart jumped as she revealed his enormous cock, it wasn't completely hard yet but was almost nine inches and so thick she couldn't get her hand all the way around. It was extremely dark and veiny, with a strong musk that filled her nostrils. The slutwife felt challenged by his excessive manhood. Amber ran her soft lips along the heavy shaft her first black cock but to her shameful disappointment she found she could fit little more than the giant head into her mouth leaving much of his thick black cock dry. She licked the sides as she opened the wrapper but the condom seemed too small. She tried to stretching it over the tip but she could tell it was too tight on him, "Do you have any bigger ones?" She asked stroking his cock. "No, I haven't needed any in a long time." "Should we get some, I'm not on birth control." "It'll be ok baby, I can pull out if want." Amber knew it wasn't a good idea even if he did pull out but she needed to have this cock, "Ok, Just be careful." She said meekly. Henry pulled the small blonde to her feet and kissed her, as he felt her sink into his arms he spun her around pushing her towards the couch. Amber let out and excited yelp as she fell, she positioned her knees on the edge of the seat while her arms and head laid on the backrest. The old black man stood behind her pulling her soaked panties around her thighs his fingers circling her clit, he spit on her ass and watched it run down between her cheeks before smearing it in with her wetness and priming her little pussy with his fingers. Amber looked back, "I've never been with a black guy" She said in an innocent tone. "Well this black cock is about to ruin your little white pussy." Amber thought 'Ruin' was appropriate, the pretty blonde wife felt like she was going to be defiled by letting an old black man fuck her, she felt dirtier than she ever had before. Henry smeared her juices over his cock before pressing up behind her and dangling it between her thighs, "It's still gonna be tight." He lined his enormous black cock up with her tiny pink flower and pushed the tip against her dripping wetness tracing her opening with the tip, Amber's pussy drooled all over it as it grazed her clit. Amber impatiently wiggled her ass back giggling but couldn't force it in so Henry grabbed her hips and started to push. Her giggling stopped as she felt the pressure of the fat black tip trying to spread her open, she started to have doubts as she strained trying to accept it, "I don't think it'll fit." "Just relax baby." He made small thrusts trying to stretch the opening enough to enter. "It hurts, I don't think I can take it. Ugghh." "Oh ahh ah, I knew you could do it." The big black cock forced her open, Amber buried her head in the couch and whimpered in exquisite pain as Henry went nice and slow gently pushing into her with tiny thrusts. Her body was burning up as his black immensity filled her loins, gushing uncontrollably to let him deeper. Henry was amazed, he barely bumped her cervix as her tiny white pussy took all nine inches. Amber was overwhelmed by how tight she felt around him, how full she felt, "Oh fuck," She panted as he soaked in her depths." You're so fucking big." Henry slowly pulled his thick black cock out of Amber's tight white pussy leaving only the tip inside then slowly pushed all the way back into her, after a few thrusts all the pain faded to pure pleasure Amber started pushing back into his thrusts. Henry took this as a sign he could start fucking her, tightening his grip on her hips his thrusts grew harder, "Time to get that pussy." His voice almost sounded cruel. "Oh yes, fuck me." She begged. Henry squeezed tight on her waist and mercilessly drove his monstrous black cock into the tiny white wife. Amber collapsed on the couch while her pussy spasms around him in a chain of orgasms. Henry furiously pounded into her intent on making her pussy make up for the last six years of forced celibacy. Amber was in a daze as the old man got his use out of her, her thighs were soaked and trembling, the only thing keeping her up was his big hands as his thick black cock plunged over and over into her depths. He felt his balls tightening and pulled out before he could cum, straining between her ass cheeks. The little blonde tried to catch her breath but Henry quickly rolled her onto her back pulling her ass to the edge of the couch, Amber raised her knees holding her thighs apart. The large black man leaned over her covering her body with his. Seeing him face to face made her feelings of defilement more intense, his heavy body pressed against her, his wrinkly black face, and receding hair all disgusted her but she would do anything for that cock. He slapped the weight of his cock against her clit, "Who's pussy is this?" He growled in her ear positioning his cock at her opening. "Yours." She replied meekly. "This is my pussy?" He asked pushing his black cock into her white pussy. "Ooh, Yes." "Say it." He demanded with long hard strokes. "It's your pussy." She gasped. "That means I'm gonna use it whenever I want." He huffed. "Yes" She whispered," It's yours." As he sat up to continue his assault she got her first view of her tender pink pussy stretched tightly around the immense girth of his glistening black cock, the sight made her pussy gush allover his hammering cock. Henry kept a strong hard rhythm until he felt his balls swelling, "I think I need to slow down." He warned. "Please, don't stop!" She gasped," Don't stop!" The old black man changed his timing, Amber knew he was going to cum and that she should pull away, her mind kept telling her to stop but her body ignited in anticipation. Henry could feel cum built up for months swelling in his loins, he told her he would pull out but was waiting until the very last second. Amber's pretty blue eyes stared up into his expressing her intent, "It's ok," she moaned" You can AhhAhh!" Before she could finish she felt his big black cock expand deep inside her already tight pussy releasing a surge of molten cum into her receptive body. Amber's own orgasm peaked realizing how risky this was, she had a confusing combination of fear and fulfillment knowing her spongey cervix was soaking up Henry's thick black sperm. The thought sent images of her little white body swollen with a black baby flashing through her head, she tried deny the level of desire it inspired but she felt herself trying to pull him deeper as the old man continued pumping his cum in her fertile pussy, "Yes, yes, yes" She gasped. Henry continued with short thrusts after releasing the last drop. When he finally pulled his enormous cock from her body Amber watched a massive flow of thick sticky cum ooze from her reddened pussy but made no effort to contain it. The blonde wife was left cum filled and exhausted on her couch. Ahhh, my cousin Denise. Where to begin a twenty year tale of rising lust and sexual longing? Suffice to say that however the story begins, it ends with the two of us in a very large bed, using all of it while finally exploring each other's every inch. Before we get there, however, there's the little matter of twenty years of foreplay. The first episode began during a visit my family made to Denise's house near the beach. I was 18. That's the first time I recall really noticing her as a sexual being. Before that she was just my cousin, who happened to be a girl. I hadn't seen her in a few years, since we lived about 1,000 miles apart. In the meantime, however, several changes had taken place, and I, as a horny teenager who already had a good ten years of masturbation behind me, noticed each change in a big way. For one thing her tits had gotten much larger, seemingly out of nowhere, as I certainly didn't remember them that big a few summers before. In addition, the curve of her hips had become more pronounced and several other curves I hadn't noticed before caught my eye. All of this was revealed to me during a beach trip on our second day of the vacation. As I sat on my towel dousing myself with suntan lotion, Denise lowered her jean shorts and took off her white tank top not five feet from where I was sitting. Underneath was a dark green flower print bikini that I tried very hard not to stare at. This was my cousin, after all, and I knew I wasn't supposed to find her attractive. The problem, of course, was that she wasn't just attractive; she was downright hot. Long, straight black hair that fell midway down her back, deep brown eyes, those softball-sized breasts that really filled in her bikini top, and an ass that sent all sorts of filthy thoughts careening around my head. Add to that perfect tanned legs leading down to dainty feet with shapely toes and red painted toenails, and I was in total forbidden love. It took me a full five minutes to get my erection to go down to the point where I could safely stand up and hit the waves. Throughout the day, I tried not to think of Denise's body in the way that I had been, and was somewhat successful, until it came my time to shower up back at her house. It was the empty suit that did it. Her still-wet bathing suit was draped over a hamper in the upstairs bathroom. She had showered before me and had left the two-piece on the edge of the wicker basket to dry. I noticed a glowing ball of excitement in my gut, followed by a rising of my cock as I gazed at the thin fabric that had been wrapped around my cousin's most private parts only minutes before. I couldn't resist. With a shaking hand, I reached for the bikini top and lifted it off the hamper. With both hands, I spread it open as it would have been on her chest. It was very damp, and the inside of the cups, where Denise's tits had sat all day, was lined with white polyester-like fabric. Standing there naked, my 18 year old penis fully erect now, I turned it over and lifted it to my mouth, holding the white fabric first to my nose, then my lips, imaging that I was kissing her actual nipple. The excitement was almost overwhelming. I laid the top down and picked up the Holy Grail, her bikini bottoms. It took a few seconds to figure out which was the waist and which were leg holes, but the bottoms were lined with the same smooth white fabric. I held them in front of me as if she were wearing them, marveling at how small the waist seemed. I sniffed the outside first, where her pussy lips would have been only moments before. I had been staring at this very spot on the beach, and her pussy had actually been in it - right here! I turned the fabric over and sniffed the inside, goose bumps standing out all over me. It, too, was still damp, and I thought I detected a slight, unfamiliar scent. I was still a virgin at 18, and while I had played around with my high school girlfriend, I had never gotten as far going down on her, though not for lack of trying. I licked the fabric, imagining that I was licking some of my cousin's actual juices off of her bikini. It was about there that my other hand drifted down to my engorged member, and I casually began sliding my hand up and down the shaft. At the time, I didn't really have any knowledge that there was such a thing as panty-sniffing as a fetish, but I was sure getting an education in it. Then, almost without thinking, I draped the bikini bottoms over my cock, placing the purple cockhead where her crotch had been. I commenced to some serious jacking off then, sliding my cousin's bikini bottoms up and down. The softness and wetness of the fabric felt incredible. Within 30 seconds I felt the familiar urgent pressure in my groin, and before rationality had a chance to take over I had spurted white cum all over the inside of Denise's bikini. I continued stroking away with the freshly lubed material until a wave of realization and guilt struck me. What had I just done? Have I violated my cousin? Certainly her privacy, but she must never know about this. And what now? Can she get pregnant if she wears these? I panicked and started the shower, rinsing the bikini in hot water and rubbing the crotch with bar soap. I wrung them out a bit, then a moment of horror as I realized I didn't remember the positioning of the pieces on the edge of the hamper. What if she noticed they had been moved? I estimated the best I could and stepped finally into the shower. The guilt was soon replaced by the memory of how sweet that scent had been, and, my erection returned as I imaged having sex with my cousin in the shower, our slick naked bodies rubbing and slapping together. This thought was deliciously taboo, and I luxuriated in it as I stroked myself to another, almost painful climax That night was a bit awkward for me at the dinner table, as I would forever see my cousin in a different light. Though I didn't know it at the time, the next day would bring an even stronger and stranger episode in my long, slow journey into lust with Denise. _To Be Continued..._ |
My wife, Laura, had always been the girl of my dreams. She had deep red hair, brown eyes, perky B-cup breasts, and a devious mind. She shaved from the neck down, she was endlessly inventive in bed, and she was fond of all kinds of mind games. We were both in our early twenties, and we had plenty of energy to back up our fantasies. One day, she came home with an evil grin on her face. "Hey, honey," she said. "I got you the best anniversary present ever." "Really?" "Yup!" She pulled two tickets out of her purse and handed them to me. I read the title on the tickets aloud. "'Wicked Horns Live Bukkake?' A bukkake show?" "Yup! They take a girl up into the center of this auditorium, auction off her clothes, and every guy in the auditorium gets to come up and jizz on her if they want." She winked at me. "Sound like fun?" I blushed deep red. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" "Yup. I've even gotten tickets for Jake, Gabe, and Lawrence." My groomsmen at our wedding, and my best friends. All single, unfortunately. "Yeah, I bet they'll love it." "They've already assured me that they will." "So, let's see... My ticket's got a mars symbol with horns on it, and yours has a red Venus symbol with a heart. What do those mean?" "Well," she said with a giggle, "the horns mean you'll be allowed to... 'participate.' And the heart means I have a wonderful hubby coming with me." The next week passed slowly, especially since Laura insisted on holding off on sex so I would be as riled up as possible for the show, but finally, the night came. Laura dressed up in a tight black T-shirt, a black lacy bra, black lace panties, and a black miniskirt. "You look amazing," I said. "You're not bad yourself," she winked. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" I nodded. "I'm sure." She giggled. "Good." I drove her to the address listed on the tickets. We got out of the car and headed for a large, round brick building. "It's a big place," I said. "They could probably fit hundreds of people in here." "They do," she nodded. "I hear the girl is basically coated by the end." I gave a hungry little moan at that. Laura giggled again. "You're going to love this." The attendant took our tickets, and his eyes went wide as he looked between me and my wife. "Oh! You're on the VIP deck tonight! Section A, seats A1 and A2." "Oh?" I asked. "Yeah!" the attendant said. "It means you're-" "-Front and center to the action," my wife interrupted. "Come on, we want to get in nice and early." I followed her in. The auditorium was, in fact, huge, with hundreds of seats full of eager men, and more than a few women intent on spectating. The seats were vinyl, and came with lube and tissues. Made sense, considering what happened here. True to Laura's words, our seats were in the front row, only a few feet from the circular platform where, presumably, the show would happen. No one was there yet, though. "Hey, Laura!" a voice called out. It was Jake. He and the guys were in the VIP section with us, apparently. "Hey, guys," Laura smiled. "Ready for tonight's festivities?" "Oh, hell, yeah," Jake said with feeling, looking at my wife with gratitude. "Thanks so much for inviting us along." The others nodded their agreement. Their pants bulged, and they looked hungry. I'd never had reason to speculate on the size of my friends before, but they seemed pretty substantial. "Of course," she said with a grin. "Having you along will make this twice as fun." The guys laughed. We sat down and waited for the show to begin. After a few minutes, a musical sting came up and a buxom, black-haired announcer walked onto the stage. "Welcome, everyone," she said, "to Wicked Horns Live Bukkake. Whether you're a first-timer or a returning customer, I know you'll love what we have in store for you tonight. Tonight's entertainment is a married woman looking to add a little adventure to her life!" "That's kinda kinky," I said quietly to Laura. I chuckled a bit. "I wonder what her husband thinks of this." Laura giggled. The announcer continued. "In fact, her husband is here with her, and he's in for a very special surprise." Wait. What? It clicked just before the announcer said, "Laura, please come up to the stage!" Laura stood up. I hissed, "Laura, what are you doing?" "Oh," she giggled. "You didn't really think those horns meant you were going to participate, did you? It just means your admission is free because I'm going to make you watch me get jizzed on by everyone here. Besides," she grabbed my cock through my pants, "are you really going to stop me?" I blushed, and looked down. I never could say no to her, and if I tried, she would probably just tell everyone I had fantasies like this anyway. "... no." "Good boy. Besides, I wouldn't have done this if I didn't know you were going to love it." I had to admit to myself that I was excited, in a weird way. I'd always gotten off on humiliation, but this was a whole new level. My entire body felt hot and flushed as I watched my beautiful wife stride, smiling, onto the stage. "You certainly look excited to be here," the announcer said. "I am," Laura said, giggling. "I heard about this place from my hubby's friends and, well," she blushed, "I decided it was too hot to pass up. Plus, I've always loved messing with my hubby's head." She smiled at me. "Well, then, let's get straight to it! First, we need to get this slut's shirt off. Bidding starts at one hundred dollars, and remember, the winner gets to keep the shirt, and he gets to take it off her however he wants." She gave a naughty wnk at this. I didn't exactly like the sound of that, especially since I didn't even have a bidding paddle. The bidding went pretty quickly, especially at first, and my wife's shirt was sold for $575 to a sort of frat-boy-looking jock with short blond hair and bulging muscles. Apparently, he had already been busy pumping himself up for tonight's "activities," as his erect cock was hanging out of his jeans, a long, glistening strand of precum dangling from it. Laura watched it, transfixed, as he headed up to the stage. "Now, now," said the announcer. "We can't risk the rest of the merchandise getting sticky. Hold on." She approached him, colected the string of precum in her hand, gave his cock one long squeeze from the base to the tip, and wiped her hand on Laura's face. Laura, for her part, gave a little moan and blushed. "Ooh, this one's a natural," the announcer said with undisguised glee. "Okay, big boy, go on ahead." The man pressed his naked cock against Laura's ass. I wanted to protest, but Laura shot me a warning look. Then, he put his hands on her hips and slowly raised them along with her shirt, stopping to give her breasts a few hard squeezes aong the way. She moaned and leaned against him as if for support, then finally raised her hands above her head, letting him remove her shirt and expose her bra. "Very well done. Very well done indeed," the announcer purred. "Enjoy your prize... and the memories. I'm sure lil' hubby here will!" I was suddenly self-conscious again, and squeaked despite myself. "Next up, the skirt!" I was distracted from the auctioning of this next bit of my wife's modesty by my friends' discussion. "Shit, that's hot," Jake said. "I know, right?" Gabe said. "I know exactly what I wanna do to her." "Really? You got a plan?" "Yeah. I'm gonna bid on her panties." Jake was a partner at a law firm, so he always had money to burn. I had to speak up at this. "Dude, what the hell? That's Laura up there-" "Yeah, and you're about to let everyone in here jizz all over her. Including us." I gaped. "What, you thought we weren't gonna participate?" He pulled out his massive dick and started stroking it. "I must have jacked it a hundred times thinking about those perfect breasts, those soft lips. And now, I get to see them, and every other part of your wife, up close and personal, and I get to bust on her wherever I please? You bet your ass I'm gonna take that opportunity. And I'm gonna enjoy helping her strip down for it, too." A huge cheer went up from the crowd. I looked back and saw that some guy had just pulled off my wife's bra. From the red marks on her breasts, he'd been squeezing them moments ago. Jake started stroking himself, working up a glistening trail of precum. The bidding on my wife's panties started. Around the five-thousand-dollar mark, I guess the rest of the bidders realized that Jake was serious, and stopped bidding against him. "Sold!" shouted the announcer with glee. "To the poor hubby's enormous friend! Come up here and show this poor, deprived girl how it's done. After all," she winked, "she might need your services later!" Jake sauntered up to the stage, dick bouncing. Laura's eyes followed it with awe and a little fear. He grasped it, and pushed it down the front of her panties. She moaned loudly. The crowd cheered. Jake pushed downward. I couldn't tell exactly what he was doing for a second, but then it became clear. He was levering her panties off with his cock. His head was at her entrance, his precum leaking into her, dripping down her legs. Then he shifted as the angle grew steeper, and he popped inside her for a moment. She gasped and moaned deeply. Then, after a long moment, he pulled her panties off her ass with his hands, stopping to cop a feel, and finally pulled out of her with an audible pop. For a moment, a string of precum connected them, and then it fell onto her leg. He pulled her panties the rest of the way down, and strode back off the stage. He sat down next to me, and grinned at me. "Whatever happens from here on in, just remember: I've been inside your wife. I stuck my cock inside her, in front of you and everybody, and you just watched it happen. I may not have fucked her properly, but you let your buddy dick your wife. And she liked it. From the look of your pants, you did, too." I looked down. I was at full mast, and precum had soaked through my pants and was beading slightly on the outside. "You may as well admit it, dude. You liked watching that. There's no shame here- well, actually, no, that's not remotely true, you're officially a cuckold, and you let it happen- but you may as well enjoy the ride." I unzipped, and pulled my cock out. I tried to ignore the stifled giggles of my friends as they noted its size. The announcer was not so generous. "So now, we see why our guest was so interested in being your entertainment for the evening: She's just desperate to see some dicks over two inches! Don't get too excited, hubby, or you'll stop enjoying this so much! Well, let's not keep either one of these little perverts waiting! Queue up!" And so, the "festivities" proper began. My wife knelt on a pad, and the first guy walked up to her, stroking himself. She looked up at him. Smiling. Expectant. He didn't disappoint. Moments after he took his position, he exploded. Long, ropy strands of cum shot out of his cock, splattering my wife's face. Some of it dripped down her chin, landing on her chest. She turned her head to look at me. "I love you, honey." "I... I love you, too." "Even though I just took someone else's load on my face?" she grinned wickedly. "Yes," I breathed. "I know." She smiled, and turned back to her next "guest," who promptly came on her breasts. After a few men had come (so to speak) and gone, she began touching herself. A few men later, as she began to look well and truly splattered, she had her first orgasm. As she moaned and screamed, a guy shot his load in her mouth. She looked straight at me, with a sly little girn of triumph, and swallowed. "Oh, shit," Jake said, and got up to get in line. Gabe and Lawrence followed. More and more men came on my wife, and their mingled cum started to drip down her torso toward her vagina. And she was touching herself. If it reached her hand... If it reached her hand, she wouldn't stop, would she? She would just keep fingering herself, working the combined jizz of dozens of men into her most private place. It would be almost as bad as if every man in the building had simply mounted and fucked her, cumming inside my wife. As if in response to my concern, she stopped touching herself. I was momentarily relieved, until she started stroking the guy in front of her instead. He came all over her hand, strands of cum webbed between her fingers. Once again, she looked at me, as she took those cum-laced fingers and stuck them back inside her. Soon enough, not only did drops of cum begin running down to her mound, but some of the men started deliberately targeting it, their cocks hovering only inches from my wife's vagina, and when they did, she would cup her hand to catch any that missed, then push it up inside herself. By the time my friends reached her, she was covered from face to upper thighs. At least it couldn't get any worse, I thought. Or at least, that's what I thought until she opened her mouth, took Jake's cock into it, and started sucking. Jake gave a deep moan, thrusting slightly against Laura's motions, and soon, his body tensed, his cock twitched, and he exploded in my wife's mouth. I obviously couldn't tell exactly how much he came, but even as she swallowed, some of it spurted out of her mouth and dribbled down her cum-soaked chin. From the sound her muffled screams, she was having another orgasm. Gabe got the same treatment, but Lawrence decided to be a little rougher. He grabbed her hair and mouth-fucked her until they both came. My friends sauntered back and sat down, looking deeply relieved. "Fuck, I needed that." "That was amazing." "Dude, your wife has the mouth of an angel." Jake looked back over at her. "So to speak." I laughed weakly. "Dude, it's not that bad," Jake said. "I mean, you're obviously getting off on this, and now your wife has three reliable... playmates." "VERY reliable," Lawrence laughed. "Yeah. I can't wait to feel her pussy again," Jake said wistfully. "Next time, I'm gonna fuckin' claim it." "You know that's my wife you're talking about, right?" "I mean, sure, she might be your wife, but she's not exactly YOUR wife anymore, you know what I mean?" Jake chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm sure she still loves you. And she'll still let you watch. Most of the time. After all, there is such a thing as seven minutes in heaven- or seven hours." I gave a little "eep" at that. "Oh, look, looks like she's done with her last new friend." And in fact she was. The last man- well, the last real man, I suppose- in the auditorium had finished on my wife, and she stood up, cum dripping down her legs, and walked over to me. "So, hubby, did you like your present?" I looked down, to embarrassed to admit it. "Oh, that's okay. You don't have to say anything. The fact that you stayed to the end is more than enough." She kissed me, full on the lips. Her mouth tasted of semen, and Ihad to wipe some off my face when she pulled away. She laughed. "I'll be right back. I need to rinse off a little before we go." When she returned, she still smelled of cum. My guess was that the showers didn't provide soap to create exactly that effect. "Okay, let's go home." "But, uh..." "But what?" "You're still naked." "Yup. They don't provide clothes for the 'entertainment.' It makes a fun little game of trying to get home without anyone seeing you. Better take the back roads, unless you want to try to explain this little spectacle." She laughed again. I had little choice, so we headed out. Laura soaked in the whistles and catcalls in the parking lot. She searched through her favourite erotic fiction website, looking for something that would fulfill her deepest, darkest desires. She was 28, with a curvy body, big perky tits, and a smooth shaven pussy, which right now was absolutely dripping, with a desperate need to be fucked. Her boyfriend had lost interest in sex a few years ago, only fucking her every once in a while, which never lasted long. She had thought about breaking up with him more than a few times, but they'd just bought a house together and shared a dog, plus her family and friends all loved him. It would be a messy split, and she was never brave enough to pull the trigger and end the 8 year relationship. This meant that she was always horny, driven almost out of her mind with a need for cock in her pussy. She touched herself every day to keep the cravings at bay, but lately nothing had worked, and she had to change her underwear often as they always seemed to be soaked. This night her boyfriend was away for work, so she lay on her bed naked, her shaven pussy glistening with moisture as she searched for an erotic story to get herself off. This time however, instead of selecting her usual stories about gangbangs, lesbians, or cheating girlfriends, something caught her eye. It was a different category, filled with erotic and explicit audio recordings. She had never heard of this before and intrigued, put on some headphones and clicked on one of the recordings. The sound of a deep male voice filled her ears, breathing heavily and speaking in a low gravelly tone. He had a British accent, one of the world's sexiest accents, she thought, her hand creeping towards her wet pussy at the sound. He spoke to only her it seemed, ordering her to take her clothes and underwear off and bare her naked body to him. "Too late," she thought looking at her already naked tits and pussy with a grin. The deep voice continued, telling her about what he was going to do to her, how he was waiting in the darkness, watching her play with herself like a naughty slut. He was going to push her down onto the bed, pinning her down while he pushed his hard throbbing cock inside her, claiming her body as his and fucking her how he pleased, Her pussy was aching under her touch, his words sending electricity through her body and setting her pussy on fire. The voice kept going, telling her what a horny, needy slut she was as he pounded her into the mattress. The words were so descriptive, she actually almost felt like it were happening in real life. All thoughts of her boyfriend disappeared, nothing else mattered, only the mystery voice and her desperate need to come all over her fingers. "Come," he growled in a threatening tone. This was an order, not a request, and she certainly didn't need to be told twice. Obediently, she came hard, screaming out loud into the darkness, wetness running down her fingers as wave after wave of pure pleasure assaulted her body for a seemingly never ending amount of time. "Holy fuck!" she exclaimed, fingers still inside her drenched pussy, breathing hard and fast, trying to come down from the incredible rush that the mystery voice had awakened in her. She had never felt this way before, her boyfriend certainly could never make her explode like this. Sure, he could make her orgasm, but it was always quick and obligatory, not all consuming, raw and primal like this. Once her heartbeat had returned to normal, she looked at her phone screen, suddenly overcome with the need to contact this man and let him know what he had done to her. She found a comment section underneath the recording, with no comments yet posted. Shrugging, she typed with her finger "That was fucking amazing, I wish you were here right now." She chuckled to herself, thinking there was no way he would reply to her comment. She opened up her social media apps and started mindlessly browsing, still coming down from her incredible orgasm. Suddenly a notification popped up on her phone. Not only had the mystery voice replied to her comment, he had sent her a direct private message. "And what would happen if I was there?" the message read. Her breathing quickened, her heart starting to pound furiously. "Fuck, fuck what do I do?" she thought, her mind racing. She hadn't actually thought he would reply, let alone send her a private message. Should she ignore it or reply? After all it was one thing to masturbate to an audio recording, it was another thing entirely to engage directly online with another man while she was in a relationship. Would this be crossing a line? "Fuck it," she thought, beginning her reply. The way this man had made her feel, and the way her body had reacted to his voice, there was no way she could pass up this opportunity to talk to him. "I would be waiting for you naked on the bed, with my fingers rubbing my pussy," she replied with a naughty grin. This was the most excitement she had felt in years, and she felt like such a slut, saying things she hadn't even said to her boyfriend. He wrote back "I'd watch you rub your greedy little pussy from the shadows, taking my cock out and stroking it slowly, never taking my eyes off your body splayed out for me." She moaned softly, her fingers probing in and out of her wet cunt, then lightly circling her still sensitive clit. With one hand she typed "I love knowing that you're watching me touch myself, it makes me feel like such a horny slut." He typed back "You're such a needy slut, are you ready for my cock?" She groaned, circling faster, arching her back in pleasure at the text appearing on her screen. She couldn't believe she was doing this, saying these things to a complete stranger. She had no idea what his name was or what he looked like and she didn't care. All that mattered was the knowledge that the man behind the deeply sexy voice that had gotten her so worked up was now talking to her and only her. The thought turned her on so much she nearly came again on the spot. Bringing herself back from the edge, she responded "Oh God, please give me that big cock, I need it so badly." She had never said anything like this to anyone before, yet it all came so naturally all of a sudden, this mystery man bringing her inner filthy slut out with ease. "Yes beg, beg for my cock slut." "Please, i need your cock in my needy pussy now," she typed furiously, a few spelling mistakes resulting from her one handed typing. "Very well, I'm pushing my throbbing rock hard cock into your little pussy, fuck you're so wet and tight around my cock." She stopped, remembering her 8 inch dildo that she had purchased in secret a while ago, as her boyfriend didn't approve of such things. But he wasn't here tonight, and at this point she could barely remember his name. She took the dildo out of her lingerie drawer and got back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and slowly easing it into her cunt. She was so wet, it slid inside easily, making her moan at the feeling of being filled, imagining it was his thick cock inside her. "Fuck, you're filling me up and stretching my little pussy," she wrote, barely able to concentrate on typing. "I'm thrusting hard inside you, fucking you like you've never been fucked before, owning your pussy. Your body belongs to me." "Yes, yes my body is for you and you only, please use my pussy for your pleasure." She gritted her teeth as she pumped the dildo furiously in and out of her pussy, wishing this man was fucking her for real. "Fuck I need to cum inside you," the reply came, "Cum with me slut." She moaned loudly, still fucking herself hard and fast. She knew it wouldn't be long before she came, her pussy was throbbing with desperate need. "Oh, god," she wrote back. "I'm going to cum!" The messages came back fast, "Cum, slut," "Cum for me" "Do it," "NOW." That final word, so aggressive, so dominating, so fucking hot and primal, tipped her over the edge and she obeyed, crying out even louder than the last time, her orgasm slamming into her like a freight train, convulsions rippling through her body endlessly, her pussy pulsing around the thick dildo. She gripped the bedhead, dropping her phone, riding out her powerful orgasm. As the pleasure subsided, she picked up her phone again. "Fuck fuck fuck, I just came so hard, I love the feeling of you exploding inside me too." Lying back against the pillows, utterly exhausted, the reply came. "Round 2?" Damn. The lights on the street were coming on, night was sticking its purple fingers into the stickiness of the July heat, even this close near the river, and he was late. Alice's golden brown skin turned tawnier in the dimming light as she closed the balcony doors, leaned against the cool plaster of the doorjamb and closed her eyes. Her hands ran over the beige satin of the gown he'd bought. They were amazing, his tastes; running the gamut from this silk and the Chinese-red boned corset that barely covered her nipples, to the demure lawn gown that slipped just so off of her shoulders, the pearl necklace he'd bought from Italy -- and the matching bracelets that he'd cleverly attached to the bedposts... The silk was rasping against her nipples now, and her back arched as if into the hands of her lover. "Don't you look delicious." Her eyes opened slowly. When had he come in? "You're late." "I'll make up for it." He smiled at himself, his grey eyes taking her in. He meant it -- with her, he could never get enough. Driving down here, to this old part of Savannah, two hours, the whole time with his erection and his better judgment tormenting him, he could think of a million reasons why he should never see her again: His sandy blonde hair, his White skin, his southern roots...but with her standing there, that caramel skin, those berry lips, those wine nipples pouting at him with all the knowledge of Eve, he couldn't imagine staying away. Her hands were already lifting the hem of the gown when he crossed the room, her round hips jutting towards him, the satin cool and fanning the heat from the wooly mound that was as soft and hot and humid as the day itself had been. Kissing her was involuntary, his tongue slipping onto hers slowly, her sigh answering -- a lover's greeting. "Michael..." His hand was on her thigh, kneading gently. She noted that his hand was only slightly darker than the gown. "Let me apologize for being late, darling..." It was more of a plea than anything else. But he was on his knees before she could reply. His palms were behind her knees, thumbs rubbing methodically back and forth, teasing her. Alice felt herself waver slightly and moaned. "I thought of this all day," Michael said, his words coming to rest on her thigh. A soft kiss above her knee. "I thought of how you would taste tonight," Another kiss, higher. "I thought..." His hands gently nudged her legs further apart, "of how you smell when we..." A light lick, on the inside of her thigh. He could smell her now... She shuddered. Michael's head was nestled between her thighs now, his hair tickling her, a conspirator with his tongue in making her weak. The first kiss to her wetness startled her in its reverence. His mouth pressed gently on her, hands flexing on her legs. And then he started to move, small butterfly kisses on the lips, on her clit, in her hair...he was worshipping her. He was paying homage to his goddess. Alice's moans were never given freely. That's how he knew they were always genuine. Oh, her sighs and whispers, her soft whimpers of pleasure, the sobs and gasps of her orgasms haunted him at night and teased him into hardness the next morning. But he wanted to hear her scream tonight. He wanted to shout his release with her. One last chaste kiss and he was through worshipping. Dammit, he was starving. And he had the nectar of the goddess right upon his tongue. Michael's hands were urgent now, gripping her ass with the desperation of the dying. His mouth opened and he began to sip her. Back to front, around the tip, circling, tasting, suckling... "Michael..." A whisper. His tongue flicked her clitoris. "Please..." Louder now. He grasped her knee and threw it unceremoniously over his shoulder. She leaned against the wall, spread wide. His tongue worked its way slowly, wetly, firmly into her. He could feel her hands in his hair. Had he been able to look up and see her eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, her nipples straining against the fabric of the gown, her tongue quickly flashing out and rivaling the pink of her lips -- maybe the wet, sweet, gash of her *other* lips.... the thought drove his tongue mindlessly into her. The resulting shudder urged him on. Ohhh, this was no reverent worship, this. This was an out-and-out assault of the senses. Her body was flexing, her hips building a rhythm against his mouth and tongue. Ah God...she could hear him, feasting on her. His fingers joined his tongue, the different rhythms driving her mad. And then his lips found her clitoris, circling it, pressing, flicking, caressing, toying, suckling, nibbling.... and his fingers were moving in her... No mercy did he allow her when she tried to buck away; he held her fast. Her hips were riding his mouth, neither of them having any choice in the matter anymore, riding him hard, her thighs pressing against him, her strong, smooth calf hugging his spine, mouth and pussy undulating, swirling, tightening... He moaned with her, smiling into her flexing pussy as she screamed hoarsely into the hot, thick night. "Apology accepted, darling," Alice panted, still breathless. He answered with a nip on her thigh. The burnished gold of his hair was partly covered by the hem of the gown, his cheek framed by the smoothness of her thigh. "Come to bed," he smiled. Sitting at my desk, I enjoy browsing and reading stories of sex and pleasure. I love the stories of encounters with strangers and glances in public places. My cock hardens, asking me to let him out of my pants. Although I'm tempted, I tell myself to be patient and I keep reading the following story. It is about infidelity, about a betrayal with a neighbor. He describes her body, her breasts, her hard nipples, her neck and soft buttocks, she is the body of a mature woman. She is dying to let him do with her body, anything he wants... My cock throbs and the blood runs and lengthens my penis. I take off my belt and put it aside. My belt is black and leather, it is the same one that I give to my wife's buttocks. I don't hit her hard, just enough to cause her excitement in waiting for the next one. I continue with the story. The man describes the words that woman says in his ear... "Take me, move me, bite me, hurt me, and make me yours." The man puts her on the table and prepares his penis to enter and join them together for erotic moments full of sweat, she screams with pleasure when she feels that piece of flesh that invades her body... My cock hard and wet with pre-cum, I unbutton and lower my zipper. The aroma reaches me and makes me hornier. My underwear wet and stretched with my hard flesh that from below, begging to be released. The story ends too abrupt, the man couldn't hold on, quickly injecting her with his juices. But I do not get discouraged and continue to read the next one. It is about two friends who, when finishing their workout, go to the showers to wash off their sweat. One watches the other as he undresses, bends down to take off his clothes and takes off his shirt. His excitement causes him to grow tremendous erection and he doesn't know how he is going to hide it. The other picks up his towel and asks "what are you waiting for, we're going to be late" and goes ahead to the showers. His words bring him back to reality and immediately he takes off his shirt and the rest until he is nude. Nervously he reaches the showers, his friend has begun soaping himself up, he does not see him enter. As if hypnotized he stops and watches him intently. The way the soap and water falls over his body. Soap beginning to slide down his neck and back, in between his buttocks and continuing down his thick and strong hairy legs... I can't stand it anymore, I get up a little and I put my pants and underpants down. My cock is at its limit. Veins protruding, my head wet, my balls sweaty and my mouth dry. I pass my tongue and soak my lips. My left hand caresses my cock and I mix my own juices from my cock. I run my hand up and down. mmmmmm how good it feels. I've taken my time but my cock is already approaching the moment. Slowly... and I control myself... and I continue with the story. Still hypnotized by the view standing before him, his mast almost completely vertical, thick and firm. The image of his friend is too much to endure. His friend turns but with soap in his eyes, now his cock is in sight. It is long and thick, with his ball sack large that surely have significant weight to them. The friend lowers his hands to his cock and starts to wash himself below. Soaping it up, massaging and carefully cleaning his wondrous tool. Stretching back and exposing his thick mushroom head and rubbing his balls to ensure their cleanliness. Without taking his eyes off that beautiful cock, he moves his hand down to his own and begins to pleasure his meat. So enthralled in the moment that a moan escaped him at the same moment that his cock released all the content of his balls. His streams of cum land on the floor in front of him, the sound of his moans ending the secret he has held within for so long. He opens his eyes, looking towards the stall, their eyes meet... My cock is so hard and my balls are swollen. My hand coating my own fluids all over my shaft and balls. Wanting for the moment to ejaculate, I take off my shirt and lean back, preparing the moment when my milk comes out, mouth open, my body hot, my legs harden. The room is hot and my sweat is running. Sweat glistening on my chest and on my forehead. The moment has arrived and my cock is cumming... ahhhh how good it feels... the semen splashing my chest... mixed with my sweat... here comes the next burst... mmmmmm lands on my navel... it feels hot... once again and what a surprise it was a little stronger... my cock honey landing on my chest. My hand rubbing that hot milk on my still hard cock. I raise my hand to my mouth and taste my honey... not too salty... and very delicious... I do not know what it is... but I'm feeling hot again. Mi Vida Loca |
Prologue It was August 15th, 1969, a weekend that forever changed the state of music and how we all got along. The festival was one giant party with over 500,000 of the coolest people on the earth celebrating everything from life, love and freedom. Everyone one was there; Anti-War protesters, Black Militants, Anti- Gays, Drug Advocates, Anti-Government Advocates, Vietnam Vets, Rednecks, Gays/Lesbians/Bisexuals, Ban Drug Advocates, Pro-Government Advocates and people just wanting to listen to the bands. They all had their own agendas but they also had one thing in common, being part of the greatest party ever thrown! And all this hoopla happened on farmland owned by one Max Yasgur. Taking place in small Sullivan County of New York State the party although copied would never be duplicated. Maybe it was the pressure of the times and the deep need for people to let go. Maybe it was the people just so sad and tired of the darkness brought by the senseless war. Perhaps it was the joy and power from the energy all the bands blasted out from the wall to wall amplifiers. Whatever it was it came at a time when it was needed. In the next few chapters we are going to take you inside that magical weekend with stories from different people who attended the greatest party ever held. Their stories of how they each celebrated life, love and each other will be told. So hold on and get ready to party... Chapter 1 Dave the roadie I remember it like it was yesterday. We worked so hard I am surprised the skin from my knuckles ever grew back. Sure we were setting up for a huge party but at first it didn't feel like any party to me. I was locking in the frame work for the stage and man I was getting tired. My back, my arms, my whole body for that matter were just screaming at me to take a rest. We had been at it for hours and were just finishing up the final touches before the other crews started laying the wires for sound. Such is the life of a roadie I guess! Speaking of which I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Dave and although I am not the best catch in the land I hold my own. My frame was strong from all the heavy lifting I did getting the stages ready. I had jet black hair and eyes all the girls told me were dreamy. My best asset though was definitely my tool, many a time one of the groupies would tell me I was a better ride than most of the rock stars they was trying to get with! I was a roadie for The Jimi Hendrix Experience. Ya you heard me right. Not only did I get to watch the baddest assed upside down guitar playing genius mutha fucker ever to hold an axe in the world, I got to party with the man too! And party he could! No one could out drink Jimi (well maybe Morrison but I never got to party with him but I heard the rumors), or out trip him (that brotha sure loved his acid). It was not out of the question for Jimi to go through four or five groupies in one night. And guess what? They all had to come through us first! And Woodstock man, the best and most pussy I have ever had in a three day period to this day! It didn't take long for the ladies to start lining up either. Right after we finished the stage the people started flocking in to the grounds. There were hordes of them rushing through the gates. We heard maybe up to 100,000 people might show up, no one expected the half million that actually did! They were climbing the fences and over other people just to be part of history. And the ladies were everywhere, and most of them had their shirts off in the first fifteen minutes. I knew this was going to be something special. I had on my Jimi shirt and my roadie pass around my neck and was checking out the front of the stage as they hooked up the wires when the first two honeys approached me. It was like a dream come true for a simple rock and roll boy like me. They were twin sisters, they told me their names were Starchild and Moonbeam. I knew those names were bullshit but I didn't care, they were hot and they had their shirts off proudly displaying their matching 34C's. They had their body covered in paint with all kinds of symbols. Moonbeam had each nipple painted over with a peace sign. Her sister Starchild had marijuana leaves painted on hers. Got to love the flower children! The twins asked me if I was with the group and I told them I sure was. They kept asking me all sorts of questions I didn't really pay attention too; I just wanted them to get to the important one that all the girls eventually asked. And waiting on the question and the looks of the two chicks was causing my manhood to swell something fierce. "So how do we get to meet Jimi?" I can't remember which one of the two asked but it was music to my ears. It was then I knew the girls were going to be in for my meat treat if they wanted to see the man! "Well ladies it works like this..." I gave them the low down on how they could meet Jimi and they was all for it. I showed Starchild and Moonbeam to the back of the stage and let nature take its course. Starchild didn't wait for nothing and was soon on her knees unzipping my jeans and releasing my monster. Her sister followed suit and dropped to her knees. Sweeter lips I have never felt. The two started working me like there was no tomorrow. Their mouths magic on my now fully erect cock. One would take me all the way down her hot throat while the other sucked on my heavy sack. Back and forth the two went till I thought I was gonna bust. I pulled them up off the ground, I didn't want to cum yet. "Why don't you bend over the railing there and let me fuck that sweet pussy of yours!" I told Moonbeam. For a second her sister was disappointed. "Don't worry there Star you will get your fill too!" I got behind Moonbeam and slowly buried my cock into her young bushy tight pussy. A deep moan escaped her lips as I filled her up. I kept speeding up my thrusts and she bucked her hips back to match me. I looked at Star and seen she was getting in on the act and had two fingers in her snatch. I reached over to her and pulled her face to mine engaging her in a deep passionate kiss. She tasted of weed and that just made me want more. Our tongues danced as I kept the pounding to her sister. I was really drilling Moon by then and she was howling in ecstasy. I could feel my cock get suddenly soaking wet as I felt her body tremble from the orgasm she was having. "Oh yes fuck me hard... I... am... cccuuuummmmmiiiingggg!" She yelled. She finally stopped shaking and traded spots with her sister. They were twins in every way. Even the inside of their pussies felt identical. Identically great that is! Star was just as tight as Moon and was as wonderfully warm and wet. She even sounded the same when she finally came all over my cock. The twins knew I hadn't blown my load and they both wanted to thank me for the great fuck I had given them so they went back down on their knees and blew me some more. They went back to playing their share game with my rod and soon I was tingling all over. I knew I was going to cum soon and I let them know so they could get ready. "OOHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh...... girlsssss....here.... I..... cccccccuuuuuuummmmm!!!!" I said as I shot my load all over both their faces. The girls just swept it up in their fingers and licked it clean. After that I pulled my pants up and showed them where the trailers were and introduced them to the man! Woodstock will always be in my heart for many reasons; the show, the people, the reason behind it, the affect it had on people, and all the sex I had during the party, and last but certainly not least the twins Starchild and Moonbeam. Bless their flower child hearts! He fucked me harder, pushing my legs further forward. They were almost touching the headboard behind me. I looked up at him. His dark face, with those dark brown eyes looking down at me. His strong muscular arm was holding the headboard from hitting the wall. "Fuck me," I moaned softly. He nodded then began pounding his big black dick into me, harder and faster. I slammed a hand over my mouth, to stifle the loud scream that wanted to tell the world, how hard this man was fucking me. I could hear my husband talking to our children in the room next to us. If Frederick weren't holding the headboard, it would be walloping the wall, letting my husband hear everything. I knew I should feel guilty for having another man inside me. But I didn't, for six days I had watched Frederick walk around the resort hotel with his wife, all I could think of was how lucky she was. It was pure coincidence that their room was next to ours. From the first night we arrived, I heard Frederick fuck his wife. I heard her scream and calling his name over and over again. My husband grew angry because our children might hear. I knew they couldn't hear anything because their room was on the other side of ours. I knew he was jealous that he had never got me to scream that loud, or scream his name. It was after the third night that I decided I wanted to know how it felt to get fucked liked that. When I finally got the nerve to talk to him. I quickly noticed he couldn't take his eyes off of my chest. When I looked at his wife, I could understand why. She had small natural breasts, while mine were nearly triple her size. Having three kids had made mine large. I decided I was going to use them to my advantage and by the second time we talked his hands were all over me. With his wife out shopping and my husband watching the kids, I lied and told him I was going to the exercise room. I slipped on my shortest black workout shorts and a pink sports bra and went out of the room. I made sure no one was in the hallway. Then knocked on Frederick's door. He practically threw me from the door to the bed. Within seconds our mouths and tongues were all over each other. Frederick's hands squeezed and mauled at my breasts. When I took his dick out, I understood why she was screaming. His dick was nearly double the length of my husband's and much thicker. I removed my shorts as fast as I could, he thrust it deep inside of me and began to fuck me hard. Now I looked up at him he silently nodded down to me and whispered that he was going to cum. I pulled my legs off of his shoulders, wrapping them around his waist. I locked my feet around him and pulled him deeper into me. He looked at me with a smile. I felt his muscles tighten, as he flooded my insides with his cum. Never had another man cum inside me. My husband had been my first love. He had taken my virginity just before we got married. I had never been with another man until now. My hands wrapped around his neck as his dick throbbed and pulsed inside me, pumping more of his cum into me. When he finished, we just nodded at each other. I gave him a kiss then put my clothes on. I knew I had to make it back to my room and take a shower before his cum leaked out of me and down my leg past the legs of my shorts. He gave my ass a gentle spank as he let me know the coast was clear. I went out into the hallway. Then I heard the chime of the elevator. I quickly ran to the opposite side of the hall then quickly turned around. I began walking back at a faster pace. "Hi," she said. "Hi," I replied back with a smile. "Was there a gym inside of the hotel?" she asked me as we got close to each other. "Yes, it is just downstairs to the right off the elevator," I answered. "Looks like you hit all the shops," I smiled looking at all the bags she carried in her hands. "Yes, there was a lot of bargains," she smiled. I looked at her with her long black fake hair, long fake nails, and that fake smile. She was doing the same to me. Without a doubt, she was calling me a bitch or a white she-devil, like some of the other black women I worked with called me. Most of them called me a bimbo because of my blonde hair and big tits. Little did this one know that this bimbo with the blonde hair and big tits, just fucked her husband and had his cum inside her. "Well I better get inside, the kids will probably want to go to the pool," I said. "Nice talking to you," she replied. When I entered the room, Timothy greeted me. "You're back," Timothy said. "We were just about to go down to the pool." "I will join you guys after I take a shower," I nodded as I walked into the bathroom. "You look like you had a good work out," Timothy said. "The best!" I replied. "I think I will have to work out like that more often when we get back home." "That would be great," he said as the kids pulled him out of the room. The door closed behind them. "Oh yes, it will," I smiled as I stepped into the shower. Her eyes tracked a fragile pink petal as it fluttered to the ground, and her mind allowed a memory from the years of her life that had been fresh with naivete. The innocent splash of pink on the dusty charcoal earth called forth the thousands of other such discarded petals decorating this avenue all those years ago. Back then, those bright, brief expressions of life had been quickly trampled underfoot in the bustle of the slave market, the meager effect of their presence blithely consumed and forgotten with the business of trading bodies. Today, it stood deserted, only the seasonal falling petals to lay beauty over the market's former ugliness. She was nine the first time her father brought her here. They had been allowed to walk the pens early, and she had been startled by the loveliness of the pink strewn walkways, which had contrasted so sharply with the misery and despair of the beings in the pens. Even then, her mind had been sensitive to the minute vibrations projected unconsciously from the emotions of others, and that day she had been stunned by the strength of feeling battering at her child's mind. Her father was looking for someone that day, and she never knew until years later that he had been counting on her to find him. He always acted with purpose, her father, though she wasn't aware of it when he had used her to find Raven. But in hindsight, she remembered his focused attention on her, even as he carried on discourse with the slaver, and her subconscious mind stored away his sudden silence when her own attention had become fixated on the amber eyes that stared so intently from Raven's young face. Raven was beautiful to her, though that wasn't what drew her to him. In fact he frightened her a little with his wildness, his face set in an expression of menace, his eyes sparkling with hatred. But for all that, when she steered toward Raven, she felt a vacuum open up, a corridor through the sea of negative emotions; the closer she moved toward him, the more she felt like a key fitting into a lock. She had moved quickly, closing the distance between them in seconds, and stupidly had reached for him, her fixation erasing any reality other than touching him. Her last memory of that day had been Raven's triumphant smirk as he had grabbed her outstretched arm, and then her head had exploded with chaos and pain. Shaking loose the memories, she brought her thoughts back in order. Anya Har'Boken, only daughter of her House, was a girl from the past. The woman who had emerged from that girl had ties to no one. Anya crushed the lone petal into the ground with her boot heel before she turned and left. ***** Anya navigated through the crowd of the market, sellers squawking their wares at either side of her. She paid them only so much attention as to recognize danger, but otherwise her goal lay ahead of her. When she saw the stall she was looking for, Anya slowed enough to take in her surroundings more precisely. She knew she could not be too careful. After all she had done in the years since she left her House, Anya knew her father hunted for her. So far, she had been successful in evading those who searched. But Syril Har'Boken knew her weaknesses, if so far he had underestimated her strengths, and Anya expected by this time, Raven had already been sent to hunt her as well. It was a curse of fate, whatever caused the attraction to him. She had only the smallest abilities as an empath when compared with her mother, and yet, her mother was never affected by Raven, took little notice of him whatsoever. Anya had learned to avoid Raven, because not to do so always brought the yawning corridor of stillness, and before she knew what she was doing, she was within his reach. She thought maybe it was a game to him. He never again brought the roiling chaos to her mind, perhaps he had been punished for doing so in the slavers pens, but he always took the opportunity to do other things. When they were younger it was innocent, pulling up grass and raining it on her head, putting beetles or lizards in her hands, getting her to walk into the fish ponds while wearing her dinner dresses. Anya's father kept Raven under tight control when it came to his dealings, however anything that Anya got herself into, Syril considered fair game. Raven was too much of a prize to be reprimanded for Anya's misadventures with him. Consequently, as time passed, Raven's games with her began to evolve. Anya never knew Raven's exact age, nor did she think that even he knew it, but she was aware that there were some years between them. When he suddenly sprouted up, his body changing to resemble a man more than a boy, his eyes had begun to look at her differently. Suddenly she found that her hair had been mussed up, hairclips littering the ground around her, or her feet were bare with her leggings rolled up around her knees, and once she had floated back to awareness while Raven just held both her hands in his, looking at her face. Anya remembered snatching her hands back and angrily kicking him in the shins, hearing him laugh as she ran away. She shivered with those memories, those first stolen touches, which she had enjoyed despite her conscious wariness of Raven. She could see how her father was changing Raven, creating the killer he knew Raven could be. Anya would watch sometimes, when Raven was alone, and she could see his eyes shut tight against what he had been doing that day. She had begun hating her father in those days, setting her on the path she had chosen in the years since. In the year before she had left Har'Boken House, Raven's studies had reached their pinnacle, and he was outwardly emotionless whenever she saw him. He was frightening, noticeable when he wanted to be, invisible more often than not. His eyes were always chips of amber, and the intensity that emanated from him drew her now, even from a distance. Anya worked to steer clear of him, because what happened when they came together scared her most of all. Looking back now, she was sure Raven had used his games with her as an outlet, holding to a last vestige of his humanity. Anya had been at the end of sixteen that last year at the House, and she hadn't seen trace of Raven for weeks when she suddenly felt the pull of him. She had moved towards him, though she knew she shouldn't, but he had never been absent from the House for so long, and she couldn't resist the tug to see him. When she caught sight of him, she found that he was waiting for her. Her mind had opened to the force of his attraction, and her eyes had consumed his face, his body, to see if there were any changes in him since he had been to the House last. He waited silently as she walked toward him, his beautiful eyes as unreadable and hard as ever. But perhaps there had been something in her face, because when she was a step away, his expression shifted, his brow furrowing slightly. She had reached of her own accord to smooth his brow, and at the touch of her fingers, the gaping connection between them changed, and heat flooded her mind. Anya gasped at the beauty of his face, tears springing to her eyes at the intensity of his emotions, need, conflict, desire, now visible to her as they had never been before. His eyes burned into hers, before traveling a heated path down her body. Anya had stood still, caught by him just as sure as she had ever been, her heart beating a staccato in her chest. Her nipples tightened under her shirt, and her middle flooded with warmth that spread to the sudden dampness between her legs. She had watched his face, transfixed as Raven raised his hand to her left breast, lightly tracing the shape from the top down to her nipple, which he pinched lightly through her shirt. Her breath had hitched at the small pain of it, a flood of pleasure following in its aftermath, pulsing in her vulva as it rolled back up her body. His palm had opened, tracing circles with her nipple onto the openness of his hand, and when she swayed into him, he had brought up the other hand to pinch both nipples at the same time, hardening them further, and then soothing them both with his open palms. Raven's gaze was fixed on her pebbled nipples, desire etched sharply on his features, while his hands continued their caresses of her breasts, every so often pulling lightly on her nipples, until Anya was sure the pulsing wetness between her legs would drown her. "Please," she had moaned, needing Raven to satisfy the ache he had started in her. "Raven, please..." He had looked at her face then, and his hands had stopped, a curtain of control closing over his face. Confusion clouded Anya's mind, and then she felt him forcibly sever the connection between them, so that all she felt was coldness, where once his presence had blazed through her mind. Anya remembered it had taken her several moments to realize he had shut himself off, leaving her to pull herself out of the depths of desire. Heat had flooded her face as anger surged hotly through her veins. Shame that she would have surrendered all boundaries to him rose just as quickly. "You're despicable!" she had hissed at him, hating him, even as she deplored the feeling of his hands falling away from her body. "I wish you all the unhappiness you deserve!" Raven had stilled at that, and then she had run away towards the gardens, the heat of his gaze burning a hole in her back. She remembered he had never said a word. After resting up for awhile, I am ready for some more fucking. I look over and see Janet and Yvette kissing each other passionately. Gloria crawls over to and takes my cock into her mouth and begins to suck on it. “Who wants to go see a movie?” I ask. “There are no movies running this time of night.” Janet answers. “I know of a place that runs movies 24 hours a day. It is the Buford Twin theater.” I answer. “What movie is playing there? I have never heard of that theater.” Yvette says. “They play XXX-rated movies. It doesn’t cost for females or couples to get in.” I reply. “I don’t know about going to an X-rated movie theater, with all those guys sitting there and bothering me.” Yvette said. “I think it might be fun.” Janet said. “Don’t worry there is a section where only couples and females can sit.” I said. “I want to go, it sounds like it will be fun.” Gloria replies. “C’mon Yvette it will be fun.” Janet said. “Well…I don’t know. Hell I might as well have as much fun as I can.” Yvette said. The girls get up and start getting dressed. I notice that Janet and Gloria only put on their dresses. Yvette starts to put on her bra and panties when Janet goes over and talks with her. She leads Yvette out of the room. Gloria has finished putting on tight black halter top dress and a pair of black fuck me stiletto heels. Of course she is not wearing anything under it. Janet and Yvette appear back in the room. Janet is wearing a tight red halter top dress with matching red fuck me stiletto heels. Yvette is wearing the same thing but only white. All three women look hot and ready to fuck. We all load up into my SUV and head to the Buford Twin Theater. Along the whole way there, the girls are in the back kissing and playing with each other and the smell of sex is filling the SUV. We arrive at the theater and go inside. The theater is a full size theater and in the front right hand side there are about 10 rows that go half way across the theater marked for females and couples only. Inside the theater there are about 20-25 guys spread out throughout the theater. I lead the girls down to the last row in the section and have Gloria go in first. I tell her to go all the way over to the last seat in the section. Yvette goes in next, then me and finally Janet. We sit down and start to watch the movie. Up on the screen there is an African-American woman getting gang-banged by quite a few white guys. I pull out my cock and both Janet and Yvette start playing with it. I look over and see Gloria is playing with herself. I also notice that a white guy has moved into the seat next to Gloria. I look behind us and see that all the seats behind us are full of white guys also. All of them have their cocks out and stroking them. Yvette leans over and takes my cock into her mouth and starts to suck on it. I notice that Gloria has leaned over and is sucking the guys cock that is sitting next to her. Janet has gotten up and leaned over the seat and is stroking two guys cocks and sucking another guys cock that is sitting behind us. By now all the guys in the theater have moved down close to us, to see the show live and up close and hope that they might get some. Gloria has also leaned over the seat now and is taking on three guys using her hands and mouth. The guy that was sitting next to her is now behind her fucking her from the rear. Janet continues to service the three guys in front of her and another guy has come around behind her and starts to slam his hard white cock into Janet’s black pussy from the rear. I am sitting back watching the show that Gloria and Janet are putting on. Yvette is watching also. By now my cock is rock hard and ready to fuck. I have Yvette lean over the seat and immediately three hard white cock are thrust at her. She begins to stroke two of them and take the third one into her mouth. I get behind Yvette and ram my hard white cock into her dripping wet black pussy. As I plow my hard white cock into Yvette’s pussy I look around and see all the fucking and sucking going on. Watching Janet, Gloria and Yvette taking care of 12 white guys is hot. I look and see that Janet, Gloria and Yvette faces are covered in cum as well as their hands. All of a sudden over a loud speaker I hear “DEKALB POLICE ARE IN THE PARKING LOT.” With that being said all the guys zip up and disperse. The girls go to the ladies room to clean up while I wait in the lobby. A couple of Dekalb County Police officers walk in and take a look inside the theater. The girls come out of the ladies room and we all hop into my SUV and head back to Janet’s house. |
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